by okay, so i'm not very confident with posting my fanfic here. ff.net is okay because... there's a lot of sasusaku lovers out there. am just scared that no one would even bother looking at this little fic of mine because it's sasusaku.
i just hope i could delete this post if it isn't successful.
This fanfic is SASUSAKU. OOC is bound to happen because this is AU. very short. i have this posted in my ff.net account.
Summary: Puppy Love. Dictionary’s Definition: adolescent love. Sakura’s definition: Loving her puppy named ‘baby’. Why? It’s Sasuke’s gift to her! And he’s quite regretting it. “You’re spending too much time with it!”
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Sasuke’s lips were etched in a frown. Why would he not be annoyed—aggravated, when his girlfriend—yes, girlfriend. You didn’t think he’d stay single forever, did you? Well, he’ll be damned if he does, but that’s beside the point. Point is; Sakura’s eyes—oh, for heaven’s sake, yes, she is his girlfriend. Who did you think it would be, anyway?—are rarely on him these past few days. It is such a shock for the whole populace of Konoha—even the dogs of Kiba’s family to the bugs of the mighty Aburame clan could not believe it (exaggeration, mind you)—since the pink haired maiden’s eyes were on him ever since they were kids and nothing was able to obstruct that. Even the finest bachelor in Konoha back when he was still considered a traitor for leaving the village and joining the nasty Orochimaru. Even before that, and after that, she was still looking at him. She was in love with him.
But even the impossible happens. It just takes a bit of determination—he sighed. This was bad; he was annoyed—irritated and all possible synonyms of it. Because Sakura’s eyes were not on him but on one but specific thing—a dog.
To be specific, a puppy—a cute little puppy that has a mixture of brown, black and white fur.
“Sakura, put that dog for even an instant.” His frown deepened. “You’re spending too much time with that damned fur ball.” The said girl hugged the puppy defensively and puffed her cheeks, glaring at him. “My baby is still a puppy! He still needs my guidance!”
“It’s a dog, Sakura.”
“Correction, he’s a puppy.”
“Whatever. Point is, you’re spending too much time with it.”
“Him.”
“It’s a dog.”
“Puppy!”
“Fine, whatever.”
Sasuke glared at the dog—puppy, which stared back at him with such innocence and curiosity. It barked. Sakura laughed, “You’re so cute, baby!” And if it was feasible, Sasuke’s frown intensified.
“Sasuke! STOP glaring at my BABY!”
Damn, got caught there. He sighed, he’ll try again later. There’s still next time.
The next day, wait, let me correct that—night, the lovers (he rolled his eyes—not so much likely but still, who cares?) had an arranged dinner. It was semi formal yet he was still pretty infuriated. Not because he’s wearing a navy buttoned up shirt (tuxedos are not his style and probably never will be) and black pants. He went to her house, expecting her to be prepared and read to go, only to know she forgot the whole thing. She was still in her casual clothes, a sleeveless shirt and shorts when he got there. Worst thing was, the reason Sakura forgot about the dinner date was because she was too preoccupied with her dear, dear, baby. Sasuke’s anger seethed even more.
“Damn it, Sakura! That damn thing is getting on my nerves! One more time and I’m roastin’ it!” and he made sure to add a period on it. She couldn’t argue. But getting offended and due to her motherly intuition for her baby, she got defensive. “Sasuke, be considerate!” she snapped. “My baby is more important than that!”
Ouch. That hit a spot—and his patience exploded—withered. Those words did it. His face darkened, scrunched up and frowned. Sakura immediately regretted her words. She knew she overdid it, it was too harsh. Not to mention, she was being inconsiderate to him. “Sasuke—,”
“You don’t even know that word, Sakura.” And he turned to leave, stunning Sakura. She heard him curse. And that was the end of that. Sakura cried that night, the puppy howled and she thought of how she’ll apologize without having to get rid of her puppy. After all, she cherished the dog. Because, after all, he gave it to her.
The next morning, Sasuke fell off of his bed. “Sakura, what the hell are you doing here?”
She sat on his divan, blinking innocently. “Am I not allowed to visit my boyfriend anymore? Did we break up? You don’t want me any longer? Do you hate me now? Should I leave? Can’t I stay? I’m not supposed to go here in the morning? Should I do it at nighttime? But you look so cute when you’re sleeping. I wanted to see your cute, sleeping face. So do you still want me to go? I don’t really want to, do you? Can’t I—,”
“I get your point; just shut it, all right?”
Sakura nodded, smiling brightly. She had won the fight—and perhaps the war. He stood up from the floor and lay down on the bed, Sakura beside him. “About yesterday night, I was just—,” Sasuke started to speak but Sakura cut him off as she suddenly reclined beside him, hugging him. “I’m sorry.” She beat him to it. “It’s my fault, I was too engrossed with your cute, little gift to me that I kind of neglected you—don’t give me that look!—anyway, I know my words weren’t right, I shouldn’t have said that, because you’re the most important person in my life and you’ll never be second to anything or anyone.”
“Well said,” Sasuke said as Sakura placed her head on his chest. “You’re forgiven.”
Sakura beamed.
“So uhm, you’re not roastin’ my baby, anymore, are you?”
~owari~
can someone teach me how to delete posts, now?
i just hope i could delete this post if it isn't successful.
This fanfic is SASUSAKU. OOC is bound to happen because this is AU. very short. i have this posted in my ff.net account.
Puppy Love by neon kun
Summary: Puppy Love. Dictionary’s Definition: adolescent love. Sakura’s definition: Loving her puppy named ‘baby’. Why? It’s Sasuke’s gift to her! And he’s quite regretting it. “You’re spending too much time with it!”
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Sasuke’s lips were etched in a frown. Why would he not be annoyed—aggravated, when his girlfriend—yes, girlfriend. You didn’t think he’d stay single forever, did you? Well, he’ll be damned if he does, but that’s beside the point. Point is; Sakura’s eyes—oh, for heaven’s sake, yes, she is his girlfriend. Who did you think it would be, anyway?—are rarely on him these past few days. It is such a shock for the whole populace of Konoha—even the dogs of Kiba’s family to the bugs of the mighty Aburame clan could not believe it (exaggeration, mind you)—since the pink haired maiden’s eyes were on him ever since they were kids and nothing was able to obstruct that. Even the finest bachelor in Konoha back when he was still considered a traitor for leaving the village and joining the nasty Orochimaru. Even before that, and after that, she was still looking at him. She was in love with him.
But even the impossible happens. It just takes a bit of determination—he sighed. This was bad; he was annoyed—irritated and all possible synonyms of it. Because Sakura’s eyes were not on him but on one but specific thing—a dog.
To be specific, a puppy—a cute little puppy that has a mixture of brown, black and white fur.
“Sakura, put that dog for even an instant.” His frown deepened. “You’re spending too much time with that damned fur ball.” The said girl hugged the puppy defensively and puffed her cheeks, glaring at him. “My baby is still a puppy! He still needs my guidance!”
“It’s a dog, Sakura.”
“Correction, he’s a puppy.”
“Whatever. Point is, you’re spending too much time with it.”
“Him.”
“It’s a dog.”
“Puppy!”
“Fine, whatever.”
Sasuke glared at the dog—puppy, which stared back at him with such innocence and curiosity. It barked. Sakura laughed, “You’re so cute, baby!” And if it was feasible, Sasuke’s frown intensified.
“Sasuke! STOP glaring at my BABY!”
Damn, got caught there. He sighed, he’ll try again later. There’s still next time.
The next day, wait, let me correct that—night, the lovers (he rolled his eyes—not so much likely but still, who cares?) had an arranged dinner. It was semi formal yet he was still pretty infuriated. Not because he’s wearing a navy buttoned up shirt (tuxedos are not his style and probably never will be) and black pants. He went to her house, expecting her to be prepared and read to go, only to know she forgot the whole thing. She was still in her casual clothes, a sleeveless shirt and shorts when he got there. Worst thing was, the reason Sakura forgot about the dinner date was because she was too preoccupied with her dear, dear, baby. Sasuke’s anger seethed even more.
“Damn it, Sakura! That damn thing is getting on my nerves! One more time and I’m roastin’ it!” and he made sure to add a period on it. She couldn’t argue. But getting offended and due to her motherly intuition for her baby, she got defensive. “Sasuke, be considerate!” she snapped. “My baby is more important than that!”
Ouch. That hit a spot—and his patience exploded—withered. Those words did it. His face darkened, scrunched up and frowned. Sakura immediately regretted her words. She knew she overdid it, it was too harsh. Not to mention, she was being inconsiderate to him. “Sasuke—,”
“You don’t even know that word, Sakura.” And he turned to leave, stunning Sakura. She heard him curse. And that was the end of that. Sakura cried that night, the puppy howled and she thought of how she’ll apologize without having to get rid of her puppy. After all, she cherished the dog. Because, after all, he gave it to her.
The next morning, Sasuke fell off of his bed. “Sakura, what the hell are you doing here?”
She sat on his divan, blinking innocently. “Am I not allowed to visit my boyfriend anymore? Did we break up? You don’t want me any longer? Do you hate me now? Should I leave? Can’t I stay? I’m not supposed to go here in the morning? Should I do it at nighttime? But you look so cute when you’re sleeping. I wanted to see your cute, sleeping face. So do you still want me to go? I don’t really want to, do you? Can’t I—,”
“I get your point; just shut it, all right?”
Sakura nodded, smiling brightly. She had won the fight—and perhaps the war. He stood up from the floor and lay down on the bed, Sakura beside him. “About yesterday night, I was just—,” Sasuke started to speak but Sakura cut him off as she suddenly reclined beside him, hugging him. “I’m sorry.” She beat him to it. “It’s my fault, I was too engrossed with your cute, little gift to me that I kind of neglected you—don’t give me that look!—anyway, I know my words weren’t right, I shouldn’t have said that, because you’re the most important person in my life and you’ll never be second to anything or anyone.”
“Well said,” Sasuke said as Sakura placed her head on his chest. “You’re forgiven.”
Sakura beamed.
“So uhm, you’re not roastin’ my baby, anymore, are you?”
~owari~
can someone teach me how to delete posts, now?
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Great fanfic.
