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While You Were Out	By : Mishka00 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Sasuke/Sakura Views: 2556 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-While You Were Out
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Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or its characters. Neither do i make any profit from this story...
Movie Night

     It all began on that damn Friday night.


     “This could not possibly get any worse.” Teme grumbled, slumping his head once again to the back of the dark purple couch. I didn't know what his problem was this time and I didn't wanna’ ask. There was always something bothering this one. He looked like he would begin writing angst poetry at any given moment. “This is the fourth time this month.” he growled onwards when I didn't say anything. I slurped my noodles, finding the broth to become very interesting, so I didn't have to be subjected to another glare.

     My other teammate was in the kitchen. I guessed she was making her favorite brand of popcorn considering the buttery smell dancing into the living room.

     “It makes Sakura-chan happy-” I started around the food in my mouth but stopped as I realized that he obviously didn't care whether it made said girl happy or not.

     “Do you like this movie or something?...” The Bastard questioned on. I stuffed my mouth again to avoid answering but he just gave me a steady look. I would just have to answer and hope that the conversation would stop.

     “It's not that bad...” I swallowed my ramen and vegetables loudly and grimaced. All the Teme did was stare disbelievingly with a raised brow. I could feel my face heat up in embarrassment. It was one thing to like a chick-flick, another to admitting to liking it. The only reason it was bearable was the fact that the actresses wore skimpy little outfits and talked in those foreign accents that no one around here had. He turned his dark head back to the front.

     “Incredible.” he said in a way that made it obvious that he didn't think it was particularly incredible at all. “Why do I hang out with you, Naruto-Dobe?” he asked. It didn't sound like he wanted an answer so I just slurped loudly on another mouth-full of noodles. Sakura-chan plopped onto the floor in front of the couch with a large bowl of her buttery goodness while she waited for the video to rewind fully. She was probably pretending not to hear the Teme's complaints. I would have been decked in the jaw for bad-mouthing her favorite movie. She never hit the Teme, the lucky prick. I tossed the Bastard a scowl for no apparent reason and he threw one back, his being more impressive than mine- though I would never admit to it.

     “What are you two bickering about this time?” Sakura-chan asked, tossing a yellowed corn kernel into the air only for it to disappear into her mouth. I could hear it crunching against her teeth. Her head rested back on the seat between where the Teme and I sat.

     “Sasuke-Teme thinks this movie is stupid.” I exclaimed, earning another glare, only this time from the pinkette. She looked like she didn't trust for one minute that it was true. “Believe it!”

     “Shut up, Naruto. What's the number one rule in my house?” she asked, dissecting my expression. “Well?” she pressed when I didn't answer.

     “Don't dis the Spice Girls.” I grumbled, shrinking more into my seat. Of course I would get in trouble for what the Teme said.

     “Exactly! No blasphemy like that in this house while I'm being nice enough to throw our movie night here. Kami knows we wouldn't make it past the thresh-hold of empty ramen cups at your front door-”

     “Hey! You know I'm saving those for a good reason, Sakura-chan. The old man at Ichiraku said I can have free ramen for a month if I can collect all of the different flavors...” I pouted unconvincingly.

     “If you don't want to watch the movie, you can go home. Sasuke and I will do just fine on our own.” There was that tone again. They've been talking like that to me for a while now; like she really did wish I would leave so that they could watch without me. Maybe she was angrier about my comment than she seemed.

     The VCR stopped with a loud jolt, the word 'play' blinking on the blue screen. “Now,” she started again. “Don't complain about the movie anymore before you jinx the band and they break up.” she jeered, punching the play button on her small remote.

     I could find better things to do on a Friday night than watch 'Spice World'. Teme was right, no matter how much I didn't want to admit it. It wasn't worth it. But, whatever made Sakura-chan happy made me happy.

     The opening song began to play and I nudged the Teme, pointing to Ginger Spice's large 'assets'. All that got out of him was a smirk and an “Hn”. They were no fun tonight.

     I think I might have fallen asleep because I was woken up to the movie loudly ejecting itself after its end. “Sakura-chan...” I mumbled, rubbing my eyes to see that she wasn't in the living room anymore. Maybe she was in the restroom. “Hey, Teme-” I looked to my right but he wasn't anywhere either. I vaguely remember him leaving to go home after punching me not too nicely in the shoulder. It was bound to happen soon. He hated Sakura-chan's movie nights. We were both constantly subjected to 'movie torture', as Kakashi-sensei had once put it. He used to join us but found something else to do after a while.

    I grabbed my empty bowl from earlier and gingerly lifted off the couch. Sakura-chan would kill me if I left another bowl lying around her house. I was on my way to the kitchen to throw it away when I heard something peculiar. So, I decided to tip-toe to the edge of the hallway for a better listening distance.

     It was a hushed voice that sounded a lot like Sakura-chan's. I crept a little closer to hear better.

     “No, Ino, it's not like that at all...” There was a muffled voice from the other side of a phone. I couldn't hear what it was saying but I wasn't gonna' travel any closer to Sakura-chan's room in fear of being caught and strung up. “Sure, sure.” She said. It was the kind of thing she would always say when she was 'exasperated'.

     “Well, I can tell you one thing. I've become a lot more flexible ..” Muffled laughter…that was muffled laughter fore sure. “Yes, Ino-pig, of course we're using protection! Do you think I'm an idiot...don't answer that...” There was yelling on the other line from Ino.

I could agree. I also hoped Sakura-chan was using protection. Training can get rough without it. I was living proof to that fact.

“Fine, go ahead and hang up!” A pregnant pause. ”Oh! Alright, we can go to that new store Kakashi-sensei told me about!”

     I decided to leave and took a step back onto the creaky floorboards and cringed at the loud noise. This was obviously not the kind of thing I was supposed to hear. There was silence on the other side of the door until it flew open and a disgruntled Sakura-chan sped out almost bonking heads with me.

     “Naruto! Were you eaves-dropping?!” She thundered.

     “O-of course not, Sakura-chan! Believe it! I wasn't droppin' no eaves anywhere!” I sputtered, searching for something to say. I was definitely strung up now!

    “What were you doing then? This is a private conversation.” she glared, most likely deciding not to believe me before I even said anything.

     “I was just coming to tell you that I was leaving. Sasuke-teme already left too.” She looked over my shoulder and bit her lip, looking a bit disappointed. Maybe she was sad that she didn't get to see the end of the movie. It was her favorite part after all. “I'll see you next Friday for movie night again, Sakura-chan.” I said, trying to take advantage of her distraction to make a clean get-a-way. She just nodded and went back into her room, closing the door quietly.

     “Alright, Ino, I'm back.” she said into the phone. I hurled around and fled home.
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     The next Friday, Sasuke's mood hadn't changed much. If anything, it was worse. He refused to look at the television for even a moment. He rolled his eyes every time Sakura-chan cooed or 'awwwed' at the screen. He sighed a lot, looking as though he was annoyed with how much sighing there was to be done. The movie this time was 'Homeward Bound'....yeah. Sakura-chan had a knack for sappy flicks and subjected us once again to some 'movie torture'. Did she think we didn't get enough last time?

     “Sasuke-kun.” Sakura-chan pulled her eyes away from the screen for the first time that night. “If you don't like the movies, why do you bother coming at all?” she turned back to the screen and 'awwwed' once again.

     “Hn.” the Teme sighed some more. “I'm sure we could find something more useful to do.” he smirked. It was that damn tone again. I was sure of it. It was like they wished I wasn't there and there was some joke I didn't get or something, but I let it go. They were both acting strange. If they wanted to be weirdoes, that was their problem.

     At least, that's what I told myself until I caught Sasuke-teme doing something I had never seen him do before.

     I glanced over to see if he was still stubbornly not looking at the screen, which he was, and caught him. His head was tilted to the side and he was concentrating really hard on Sakura-chan's bottom area as she relaxed on her stomach, twiddling her legs in the air, and watching the animals on the television. I opened my mouth to say something when he turned to look at me. He didn't say anything but he gave me that blank look again like I shouldn't be there. Then he clicked his tongue in aggravation and resumed looking anywhere but at the screen.

     If they were gonna’ keep looking at me like that, why did they keep inviting me over in the first place? I didn't know what to say, so I told Sakura-chan I was feeling under the weather and went home.
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     It was Wednesday and training started first thing in the morning. I arrived at the grounds to find Sakura-chan glaring down Sasuke-teme quite impressively. They whispered in harsh voices and kept their arms crossed in ways that looked nothing less than defensive. When I approached, they swiftly stepped apart like they were embarrassed at being caught doing something they weren't supposed to be doing. I turned to Kakashi-sensei to ask what was up with them but he just shook his head slowly with a thrilling note of, “Isn't it obvious?”

     It obviously wasn't obvious if I needed to ask, now, was it? I was becoming frustrated. If the Teme was making Sakura-chan mad I would have to deck him. But, Sakura-chan could just as easily have done that herself.... Maybe I just misunderstood what I saw. It's happened a lot before and I didn't want Tsunade-baachan to yell at me again for jumping to raucous conclusions. I still had a healing scar from our last encounter.
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     When people say, “things could be worse”, they mean what happened the following Monday.

     It was the Valentine’s Day festival and Sasuke was proving to be particularly hard to persuade out of his house. “Why should I?” was his question.

“I’ve been explaining that to you for that last hour, Teme! You were ignoring me, after all!” His raven head looked back to his scrolls with a disparaging expression. Kakashi sensei was waiting outside for me to haul the prick out, chuckling over our conversation.

“I’ll go for an hour, Dobe, if you leave me alo-“ was all I allowed out before I grabbed his collar and threw him into his room to dress. “I have shit to do, Dobe. I can’t keep playing around with you like this. There’s a mission that needs briefing…” he trailed. His voice was muffled from behind the door and I could hear closet doors opening and closing along with running water. I hoped he was washing that pretty little mug of his.

He entered the living room again a little later in his attire. It was generally the same as his ANBU uniform, but a slight bit more clipped. Mine was the same. Neither of us found a reason to dress up for such a stupid holiday. The only reason I attended the festival with the Teme was to see the girls all dressed up in their little Kimono and dresses. I smiled at the thought. Hinata-chan was sure to look the cutest….

“Dobe…” Sasuke called me to attention. Sakura-chan was approaching with Ino and hadn’t noticed us yet.

“Sakura-chaaaan!” I yelled and threw my arms up in case she couldn’t see us through the crowds. She didn’t seem as happy to see us as I thought she would (or, one of us, I should say). The first thing she did was cringe and huff something to Ino that had her glaring at the Teme with equal scariness.

“Wow, Sakura-chan! You look great!” I decided to compliment her, nudging the Teme in the ribs with my elbow.

“Hn.”

Sakura-chan glared at him again, Ino scoffed and walked away with a snooty expression, and Kakashi sensei continued to read his dirty novel.

“Uuuuh.” I scratched my head. “So, Sakura-chan, where did you get that dress? It’s really pretty…” I tried to start conversation, which got me a glare from Teme. Sakura-chan sure was being prissy lately. I immediately believed it to be PMS.

Sakura-chan brightened up immediately when she looked my way, pissing off the Uchiha next to me. “From the store Kakashi-sensei told me about. Ino and I went together after I told her about it over the phone.” She linked arms with me; something she had never done before. “I figured I’d try and look good. Maybe I can attract a boyfriend that’s not a complete and total bastar-“ she was pulled away from me before she finished whatever it was she was talking about.

“I need to talk to you.” Teme basically snarled, dragging her down an alley leading to the quiet training grounds to my left. Things were definitely backwards.

“What’s up with them?” I asked the silver haired Jonin again.

“You really are a numbskull, aren’t you?” he asked before leaving. Of course Kakashi sensei would say something that didn’t even make any sense. “Cryptic bastard…”
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I left early from Ichiraku to Teme’s house the next morning. I probably knocked for about ten minutes before deciding that it wasn’t worth my time and heading towards Sakura-chan’s apartment instead. She had been complaining lately that she didn’t get enough training with all the hours she worked at the hospital. She had been falling behind on our missions together and Sakura-chan had always been neurotic about being seen as a burden to others. Maybe she would train with me….

I climbed up the fire escape and through the guest room window silently, making sure not to wake any neighbors. Sakura-chan had given me a key a couple weeks ago, but I ended up misplacing it that same week. I didn’t want her knowing that, so whenever I came over I came through that very same window. I had mastered maneuvering through her house as silently as a snail. I knew every creaking floorboard and every possible place that I could accidently bump a toe in the night. I had done this many times to sleep in that room when I lost my own house key, Sakura-chan being none the wiser.

I smiled to myself at the very sly-ness of it. I would just pretend that I unlocked the door and wake her up to train with m-

“Mnnn….”

My smile fell. Had I woke her up? Shit! I would have to kiss my neck goodbye for sure!

A bump; something hit the wall.

A burglar? Or Sakura-chan rearranging things? I left through the open door to journey down the hall. It seemed familiar and reminded me of my eavesdropping on movie night. I stopped three feet from her open door and flattened myself against the wall, trying to make myself smaller in case of being sighted.

Another bump and an accompanying crash.

“Shit…”

My eyes widened at the voice.

“Forget about it…” Sakura-chan whispered.

I peeked my head a little into the crack in the doorway. Why was he there? Sakura wouldn’t need any help rearranging her furniture. She had “super-human” strength. It didn’t make sense….

I could make out Sakura-chan’s hair in the shadows, so I focused on that for a moment as I sank to my knees for a more comfortable stance. But, as soon as my eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, it all clicked.

Sakura-chan’s forehead was resting on her hands which were clinging to the white railing at the foot of her bed. Her mouth was slightly open, breathing deeply, eyebrows knit together. Her red chemise was unbuttoned, showing a sliver of cleavage, sheening with moisture.

The opening ended at the tight waist of the fabric just where her bust ended, the bow in the back was tangled and casted strangely as if it were trying to tie itself but utterly failed. Her thigh-high sock on her right leg was pushed down to the middle of her shin and the hem of her chemise was pushed up to the lower section of her back, clustering in ripples of silk.

It was the first time I had seen a woman’s underwear before and Sakura’s were the kind that was in those magazines with the exotic women. Her rear end was in the air and her back was arched to lift it higher than normal.

She removed one hand from the railing, still resting her forehead on the other, and grasped a hand from somewhere in the darkness behind her, placing it firmly on her left breast. I didn’t notice the movement of something behind her until that moment, but I believe that I knew what it was, though I was still shocked and confused. I knew it, but I didn’t want to. I could see it, but I didn’t want to. And strangely yet…..I couldn’t look away.

Sakura-chan moaned loudly as the hand began to knead her roughly and another hand harshly grasped her hip, guiding her rear end back and forth in a solid rhythm.

The hand left her breast and traveled slowly down her stomach and underneath her dress. It amazed me, though it shouldn’t have. I shouldn’t have been watching my teammate this way, but this realization still didn’t move me from my rooted spot on the floor.

The bed was making small noises of protest as the rhythm at which she was being rocked became deeper and the hand from the darkness finally made it underneath her hem. Sakura-chan’s grasp of the railing faltered and she rested her arm for support on the mattress, laying her forehead on her forearm instead for better leverage.

A deep, throaty moan came from the darkness behind her. “Mnnn. Faster……faster.” She pleaded, harshly out of breath and muffled by the sheets her teeth were clamped upon. Her rear began to be pulled back at a quicker pace.

“Harder…” she moaned and once again the shadowed figure complied.

The hand between her thighs snaked its way around her waist and the hand on her hip tightened, crashing her repeatedly against itself.

“Ah….Please…oh G-“ she cut herself off with a gasp of air and bit down on her forearm as the silhouette suddenly grasped her thigh lifting her ass so that her knees here an inch above the bedding.

Sakura-chan’s moans became erratic along with the thrusts until her hands grasped the sheet- her knuckles were painted white and her hips and spine pulled taught and ceased to move. The man behind her leaned forward slightly, showing his grimacing face in the darkness. Sasuke-Teme’s body went rigid with a guttural sound in the back of his throat only seconds after Sakura-chan had stopped. His grasp on her hips seemed bruising.

The two ceased to move in such ways and the bed stopped its protests. There was only harsh breathing in the silence.

I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I leaped to the bathroom, throwing the door open, and spewed my ramen breakfast into the toilet, barely registering the noise of Sakura-chan hurriedly buttoning herself and running out the bedroom door; heavier footsteps behind her, but more lazy.

Before they could say anything I wiped my mouth and turned towards Sakura’s unbelieving stare and Sasuke-Teme’s uncaring one.

“It’s about time you got the stick up your ass removed, Sakura-chan.”
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