Untitled: Naruto-fic: MadaSaku
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moor(When I couldn't find any MadaSaku I liked, I wrote my own... sort of... don't know if I like this either, though.) XD
“Are you kidding me?”
Stoic and unperturbed outwardly, Sasuke just looked at Sakura. “Your own words.”
Her eyes sharpened to menacing slits and Sakura practically seethed, “When I said I was happy to help you and your family out anytime, I meant you and your immediate family because they helped me move to my new apartment last month. I was assuming that courtesy would be something along the lines of housesitting or helping your mom out gardening or hell, I don’t know… fixing something fancy for one of your family potlucks!” her hands tightened to fists at her side as she took a step closer to the Uchiha. “It did NOT extend to me being your crazy cousin’s—“
“Uncle’s. I think.”
“—whatever--escort!”
“So you’re going back on your word?”
“Quit twisting what I said! That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”
“Sakura, trust me, this is directly helping my immediate family. As the head of state security, my uncle is a bit of a figurehead, politically and sensationally—but he can be unpredictable. This is a charity-sponsored anti-bullying camp, and he’s been invited to observe, participate with, and mentor the kids attending it. It’s meant to build their self-esteem and provide them with goals and role-models, to help them overcome their current set-backs and accept that, now and in the future, they should aspire to great things.” He held up a hand when Sakura opened her mouth to speak again. “And he’s very charismatic—it’s actually a really good fit. The thing is, it’s been suggested that to provide a wholesome image, he bring along a female ‘companion’ who could also mentor the kids and provide a bit of balance,” he explained, Sakura hated to admit, reasonably. Seeing her slight softening, he continued patiently, “It’s one week. It’s for a good cause.”
But there was a hint of something else behind his dark eyes. Something he was holding back.
And that was when Sakura put together exactly who she was to accompany. Oh, it wasn’t just ‘some’ crazy Uncle.
It was THE Crazy Uncle.
She made a strangled sound in her throat.
“HIM?”
Hesitantly, Sasuke nodded, and unconsciously shifted to a defensive stance.
Sakura’s teeth nearly cracked they were under so much pressure when she growled, “No way in Hell. He needs a warden because he’s a reckless embarrassment. You’re worried he’ll be caught on tape corrupting minors. I am not having any part of it.”
She turned to leave, but felt her long-time friend desperately grab onto her sleeve.
Not looking at her anymore, he held tight.
“A very, very worthy cause,” repeated Sasuke resolutely. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Sakura mentally noted he didn’t deny any of what she said. But she was no longer the doormat she was in her youth, and pushed back.
“I work 80-hour weeks; I’m under unbelievable amounts of stress at the hospital; I’ve slaved for six months without a holiday or vacation, and now you want me to spend what little free time I finally managed to eek out for myself babysitting your batshit-insane cousin-uncle?”
“One week.”
“N.O. No.”
At that, the Uchiha did wince a bit, and played his last card. “Please, think of the children.”
“No.”
“I should mention that my parents have already made a considerable donation to the hospital’s paediatric mental health ward to thank you for your generous offer….”
Sakura’s eyes blazed with malicious intent when she turned back at his last comment, slowly, to stare Sasuke down.
(BR)
In a glowing show of philanthropy, the Uchihas made a second donation to the hospital the following day; it was to the intensive care unit this time, to thank them for the extensive attention administered to their beloved youngest son.
Said youngest son actually dipped into his trust fund for the first time to arrange for a security detail to be put on his temporary accommodations.
“Just a precaution,” he muttered when his older brother poorly held back a smirk during his visit.
(BR)
TBC.
“Are you kidding me?”
Stoic and unperturbed outwardly, Sasuke just looked at Sakura. “Your own words.”
Her eyes sharpened to menacing slits and Sakura practically seethed, “When I said I was happy to help you and your family out anytime, I meant you and your immediate family because they helped me move to my new apartment last month. I was assuming that courtesy would be something along the lines of housesitting or helping your mom out gardening or hell, I don’t know… fixing something fancy for one of your family potlucks!” her hands tightened to fists at her side as she took a step closer to the Uchiha. “It did NOT extend to me being your crazy cousin’s—“
“Uncle’s. I think.”
“—whatever--escort!”
“So you’re going back on your word?”
“Quit twisting what I said! That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”
“Sakura, trust me, this is directly helping my immediate family. As the head of state security, my uncle is a bit of a figurehead, politically and sensationally—but he can be unpredictable. This is a charity-sponsored anti-bullying camp, and he’s been invited to observe, participate with, and mentor the kids attending it. It’s meant to build their self-esteem and provide them with goals and role-models, to help them overcome their current set-backs and accept that, now and in the future, they should aspire to great things.” He held up a hand when Sakura opened her mouth to speak again. “And he’s very charismatic—it’s actually a really good fit. The thing is, it’s been suggested that to provide a wholesome image, he bring along a female ‘companion’ who could also mentor the kids and provide a bit of balance,” he explained, Sakura hated to admit, reasonably. Seeing her slight softening, he continued patiently, “It’s one week. It’s for a good cause.”
But there was a hint of something else behind his dark eyes. Something he was holding back.
And that was when Sakura put together exactly who she was to accompany. Oh, it wasn’t just ‘some’ crazy Uncle.
It was THE Crazy Uncle.
She made a strangled sound in her throat.
“HIM?”
Hesitantly, Sasuke nodded, and unconsciously shifted to a defensive stance.
Sakura’s teeth nearly cracked they were under so much pressure when she growled, “No way in Hell. He needs a warden because he’s a reckless embarrassment. You’re worried he’ll be caught on tape corrupting minors. I am not having any part of it.”
She turned to leave, but felt her long-time friend desperately grab onto her sleeve.
Not looking at her anymore, he held tight.
“A very, very worthy cause,” repeated Sasuke resolutely. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Sakura mentally noted he didn’t deny any of what she said. But she was no longer the doormat she was in her youth, and pushed back.
“I work 80-hour weeks; I’m under unbelievable amounts of stress at the hospital; I’ve slaved for six months without a holiday or vacation, and now you want me to spend what little free time I finally managed to eek out for myself babysitting your batshit-insane cousin-uncle?”
“One week.”
“N.O. No.”
At that, the Uchiha did wince a bit, and played his last card. “Please, think of the children.”
“No.”
“I should mention that my parents have already made a considerable donation to the hospital’s paediatric mental health ward to thank you for your generous offer….”
Sakura’s eyes blazed with malicious intent when she turned back at his last comment, slowly, to stare Sasuke down.
(BR)
In a glowing show of philanthropy, the Uchihas made a second donation to the hospital the following day; it was to the intensive care unit this time, to thank them for the extensive attention administered to their beloved youngest son.
Said youngest son actually dipped into his trust fund for the first time to arrange for a security detail to be put on his temporary accommodations.
“Just a precaution,” he muttered when his older brother poorly held back a smirk during his visit.
(BR)
TBC.
