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Sasusaku

Hey guys! I had this funny idea in my head for awhile so i couldn't help but make it a story. I'm debating on extending this oneshot and adding chapters... but that depends on if you guys like it! So let me know what you think of it :)

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What else is there to do other than accept that the situation has become tragically dire

Chapter 1

Some Situations Are Just Out of Our Control

Early in the morning is where Sasuke Uchiha found himself running over rooftops heading in the direction of his female team mate's house. He had just left the Tsunade's office where she assigned him to the job of retrieving Sakura Haruno to be present at a debriefing where she was needed at the Hokage Tower.

He reached her house and slipped in through one of her windows in the living room. Feet hitting the floor he walked towards her bedroom door. He knocked twice on the door but he was met with silence. He grabbed the door handle and gently twisted it, pushing her bedroom door open.

He could see her sleeping peacefully on her bed, turned over on her stomach and breathing evenly. She lay hugging a pillow to her cheek with her waist length pink locks spread messily around her.

"Sakura." He called to her from the door way. He could see her nose twitch and her eyebrows scrunch as she registered her name being called in her sleep.

"Sakura." He called out a little louder to the pink haired medic. He watched her eyebrows draw together and head push further into her pillow.

Being pulled from sleep she could hear a familiar deep velvet voice calling her name. The sound of her name being called was so beauti- Until she realized it was Sasuke trying to wake her up.

"Sakura." He tried again only to be answered with a moan of despair form her half asleep form. "Nooo.." She mumbled before pulling the covers over her head so she disappeared from his view. This had to be some kind of nightmare.

She wanted to cry, her beloved sleep was being torn away from her. 'God. I am not in the mood for this shit.' She knew it must have been some ungodly hour that she was being woken up at. She was way too tired to move an inch from her lovely, comfortable, warm bed. Just thinking about getting up almost brought physical pain to the medic. Did she mention that in her cocoon of covers it was warm, so wonderfully warm?

"Wake up." He ran a hand through his ink coloured locks while he walked closer to the bed. There was movement before a muffled groan and a 'Go away' could be heard from underneath the white duvet.

"Sakura I know you can hear me." A smirk made its way to his lips when she lifted a hand from underneath the covers to flip him off.

He made his way over so that he was standing beside of her bed, looking down at the lump underneath the covers. Sighing, he knew she was going to make this as difficult as possible.

"Wake up." He could see her flip over underneath the mass of white as one of her arms came into view while she stretched it above her head. "Nn….Sasuke…leave."

He knew she must be exhausted, he heard this morning that a whole team of anbu had come into the hospital last night with 4 of he 6 members in critical condition. Sakura of course being the head medic nin was called in and rushed to treat them. She'd also probably depleted her chakra. Sometimes he wasn't sure if she even took care of herself. She poured all her time and energy into helping others. She rarely got days off so he felt bad that he had to be the one to ruin her well deserved rest.

He reached out his hand and gripped the top corner of her white covers, he knew losing the warmth of the bed sheets would effectively wake her up. He decided that he would just rip the covers off in one go, seeing as she usually put up a battle and he assumed she'd try grabbing them back otherwise.

He leaned closer to the bed and quickly pulled the covers off of her, exposing her form to the cold air in the middle of saying his sentence. He was entirely unprepared for what was revealed from underneath the covers.

"Sakura I know it's your day off but Tsunade sent me here becau-"

His mind short-circuited, the words dying in his throat when he looked down.

Now what happened following him ripping the covers off Sakura happened very quickly but in a sequence of events.

His body went rigid, breath hitching in his throat, and dark eyes widening at the sight they were met with. Lying on the bed was Sakura on her back, head turned to the side exposing the side of her neck, right arm bent and raised above her head while the other was bent so her hand almost brushed her shoulder and her left leg bent at the knee. Her waist length pink locks sprawled across the white sheets, surrounding her body.

But that wasn't what stole his breath. Sasuke was rarely caught off guard, but this was one of those few isolated moments where the raven-haired man was utterly surprised. It was the fact that Sakura was sleeping in nothing but a matching pair of dark green lace panties and a fitted bra. Heat crawled up the back of his neck and burned the tips of his ears as his wide eyes took in the sight before him. Creamy white, unmarred, and smooth skin exposed.

His traitorous eyes raked over her body without his consent. Eyes taking in her thin shoulders pressed against the bed, collarbones lightly sticking out and the positions of her arms around her. His eyes were drawn to the soft mounds restrained by her bra that looked like it was barely confining her breasts. The generous swell of her breasts moving up and down lightly with her breathing.

Dark eyes ran over her toned and flat stomach. Her curves freely out for display. He noted the curve of her slender hips, her belly button, before dropping his gaze to the skimpy dark green lace panties she wore. He lingered there before his eyes trailed down her long shapely legs that were toned from years of training.

He wondered if this was some kind of punishment from Kami for repressing his hormones during adolescence. He had ignored the testosterone pumping through his body and pushed down any primal urges if they ever did rise. He had instead favored the path to finding power rather than being distracted by hormones. It was a wonder if the stoic Uchiha even had a sex drive. His obvious lack of interest in the opposite sex had people questioning his orientation. He was disgusted by the thought. Just because he didn't ogle women didn't mean he was gay. He just wasn't consumed by the need for physical gratification. He was still a man though, susceptible to the same forms of temptation. He wasn't entirely devoid of hormones.

The sight of her laying like that on her back in only her bra and underwear had his mind picturing a million different scenarios that involved him hovering over her, fingers tracing soft skin, grabbing those long legs and moving them to wrap around his wai-

He stopped that thought instantly. Were he any other man and not a Uchiha his jaw would've dropped open. Dirty thoughts involving a skimpily dressed pink haired medic were flashing through his head.

'his fingers slowly pulling down those lacey green pant-'

Damnit. Who was he kidding, it would be absolutely useless to try and dispel the fantasies from his mind. The image of what she looked like right now was going to be permanently etched into his brain.

This. This he had not seen coming.

Now at the age of 22, living the life of a shinobi, Sasuke Uchiha was sure of very few things. Battle was unpredictable and being a shinobi, you could lose your life at any given moment. Now what he was sure of was this.

He was sure of the sun rising and setting each day, he was sure of the fact that everyone would eventually die, that Naruto would never cease to be loud and annoying, and Sakura's punches.

He was almost undoubtedly sure that these were going to be the last seconds of his life. Really. He would've expected such disasters to fall upon Naruto but never did he imagine it would happen to him.

He looked back at his life and realizing that he had accomplished at least one of his goals, he was content. He had lived a pretty long life, fought many battles, won and lost. It was odd. A feeling of calm overtook him as he accepted his fate.

He was sure. He had never been more sure of anything.

He was going to die.

There was nothing he could do to prevent it. His years of training and his infamous speed couldn't save him from this. He was sure no human would be able to react in time to cheat this particular form of death. The idea of escaping almost making him laugh.

It felt like eternity when in reality it all happened in a split second. Everything happened in slow motion. It was like all noises were being blocked out, his eyes flicking up to meet her face where startling green awaited him. He saw dark lashes flutter before her eyes snapped open, the shock registering on her face, eyes widening in disbelief, eyebrows arching up, and the intake of air through her parted lips.

He thought he would've been gripped by fear but the situation was so hopeless he couldn't bring himself to try and react. He felt like time was moving at the slowest pace possible. He was not a man who could be intimidated and furthermore he feared very little other than losing his important people, like Kakashi, Sakura and Naruto. But Sakura's wrath? Everyone, shinobi, children, animals, and even the Hokage were scared of her fury. How would he say this….

When Sakura Haruno is angry… She instills fear into the heart of whoever unleashed her wrath. She was a beautiful yet frightening creature.

Death was only moments away. His pulse was racing, heart beating furiously in his chest. But he accepted it. Well at least he'd be leaving this world with the heaven sent image of this pink haired goddess. He couldn't deny that she was breathtakingly beautiful… A wry smirk twitching at the corner of his lips.

Maybe even more so when she's furious.

With this last thought he watched as her face contorted into a look of absolute rage, emerald eyes lighting with fire, he could see her mouth forming the beginning of his name but he couldn't hear it. It could be because the sound of his heart pounding in his ears was blocking out everything else. He watched as she lifted off the bed, body coiled, hand clenching into a fist, le- was that glowing green chakra he saw covering her fist?- legs launching her towards him with such a godforsaken, unnatural speed he almost didn't believe it- save for the fact that he was currently watching it with his own eyes. Her glowing fist came into his line of sight, slowly inching towards his face. Coming closer, closer, and closer.

He would've told you that he'd felt the pain before she had even touched him.

His world turned black as her fist connected with his face.

"SAAAAASSSUUUUUUUKEEEEE!" Birds scattered and flew from the trees as the enraged scream of the pink haired medic echoed throughout the village.

Her punch sent his unconscious body flew through the walls of 3 buildings before stopping.

All men, women, and children of Konoha were struck by fear as they heard the unmistakable scream of rage that could only belong to Haruno Sakura.

Sitting in Ichiraku, a blond haired shinobi with scratches marking both cheeks froze in his chair upon hearing the familiar voice. Dread instantly filled him, he could already feel a bruise pre forming on the back of his head…..He then realized who's name she had screamed out.

The sound of multiple explosions followed right after the yell.

….He was sure he was going to have to trade in his orange jumpsuit to go buy some black clothing to attend the upcoming funeral of the last Uchiha. The colour in his face draining as he wondered what his best friend could have possibly done to have ignited her terrifying fury.

..That left only 3 members of Team 7...

Sakura so pissed she could barely see straight. WHO DID HE THINK HE WAS! She clenched unclenched her hand, chest heaving from her enraged breathing. She had to admit that sending that little shit through 3 buildings was remarkably satisfying. This whole situation was his fault! Who just rips covers off of people like some kind of psycho! Her cheeks were flamed red, remembering the look that had crossed his face when her body had been revealed to him.

He seemed to be just as shocked as her, eyebrows shooting up and eyes widening, maybe even more shocked than her. But she couldn't forgive it! The way his dark eyes had dragged down her body in that one second. Fucking pervert! She wanted to scream again. She should have worn pyjamas to bed. Here she was, sleep brutally ripped away from her and now she was left with a huge whole in her bedroom wall. She turned her head to read the time on her alarm clock. A vein in her forehead throbbed. IT WAS FUCKING 6:30 A.M. Oh Fuck This. Her fucking god damn day off ! and this is what she gets!

He had been saying something about Tsunade… She groaned, her mentor was probably waiting for her at the tower. She rushed to dress herself in her usual attire of black shorts, skirt, and red shirt. As soon as she was ready she moved to head in the direction of the tower before she stopped. Right. She had sent Sasuke's unconscious body flying through multiple concrete walls. She jumped on the roof tops and reached the bloody body of the dark haired man. Her left eye twitched. She wanted to leave him there, he deserved it, but she mused that she would be blamed for the death of the man if she didn't heal him. She thought of a better idea, grabbing hold of one of his arms she dragged him along the road as she made her way to the Hokage's office.

The sight of the pink haired kunoichi dragging the unconscious body of Sasuke Uchiha had the surrounding villagers cringing. Their blood running cold at the quiet fury displayed on her features. Sasuke was one of the strongest shinobi in the entire village so seeing his lifeless body easily dragged by the petite girl was more than enough to strike fear into the hearts of all men who saw the spectacle.

Kakashi too had heard her scream, hell the whole village had, and the explosions, but he thought his ears were playing tricks on him when it was the name of the stoic Uchiha she yelled and not Naruto's. He was curious…. 'What had the silent brooding man done..?' His lone eye widening in shock as he was met with the sight of his pupil dragging said man across the ground. His curiosity spiked, he really wanted to know what had happened. The Uchiha had possibly outdone Naruto in pissing her off… But seeing the look on her face he decided it was better that he not involve himself in the affair. Curious as he was, he valued his life more. He chose instead to open his Icha Icha novel and feign reading to avoid any contact with the furious woman.

Shizune instantly paled when she saw Sakura entering the doors of Konoha's hospital. The room was suddenly filled with the violent waves of chakra radiating off the woman as she walked in to th- Wha- Oh god…. Was that a dead body she was dragging….?

Sakura walked into the hospital and released his collar. She turned around and walked out, leaving behind her an unconscious and bleeding Sasuke in the middle of the hospital foyer. Shizune felt sympathy for the lifeless body bleeding on her floor. Silently thanking god that his body was still in one piece…that made her job of healing him so much easier.

When Sasuke finally woke up the next day he found himself resting on a bed in the four white walls of a hospital room. For a second he had thought he was dead. 'Why am I in so much pain then?' His body felt like it was falling apart…. Then the pain of his broken jaw had the memories of the previous morning flooding back to his mind. His neck felt hot as the image of Sakura lying in the bed clad in bra and underwear flashed in his mind.

Before he saw her fist connect with the side of his face. 'He was alive?' That was a surprise… He'd honestly thought he was a goner for sure. It had been such an easy task, go wake up Sakura… Right. Before that all turned to Shit.

When he was discharged from the hospital shortly after waking up he exited the hospital doors and walked down the streets toward his apartment. He could hear the whispers and feel the stares of the villagers on him, they were looking at him like it was a miracle he was still alive. But considering what had conspired the day before, it was. His aching jaw only proving to remind him of his near death experience. By now it was the talk of the town. The mystery of what Sasuke had done to anger the pink haired temptress. No one knew what had happened. He could see the blatant curiosity in the faces of passing shinobi. His eye twitching, he glared at the ones who stared too long. Like hell he was going to let anyone know what had happened.

Tsunade was the only one who suspected that it had something to do with him waking Sakura up….

He knew Naruto would be dying to know how his best friend had fucked up.

….He wasn't sure if he'd be able to look at Sakura without imagining her in only her underwear. If she ever caught him looking at her she'd be sure to beat his face in.

And fuck up he did. Albeit by accident and unintentionally.

But that might have been the loveliest accident he'd ever gotten himself into it. He couldn't help the pulling of the corner of his lips into a smirk. The vivid picture of her mouth open, looking up at him in shock, body only covered by the flimsy material of dark green lace coming to mind.

He had fucked up spectacularly.

Continuing on his way home, Sasuke thought that almost dying was well worth it.