Crimson Lightning

✌: A favorite movie from the 80s/90s

♡: A favorite childhood memory

❁: A song you liked from the 80s/90s

Θ: Book series that you enjoyed

✓: Where you a N’sync or Backstreet Boys fan?

☹: Name one song you hated as a kid but knew all the words to

☀: A favorite Saturday morning cartoon

♬: Name a toy you had as a kid that is no longer being made/sold

♧: Favorite type of cereal

☆: A song you’re ashamed you liked from the 80s/90s

♞: A tv show you’re ashamed you liked from the 80s/90s

♥: A movie you’re ashamed you liked from the 80s/90s

▲: A commercial you remember seeing on tv

♡: Which did you watch more: Nickelodeon, Disney Channel or Cartoon Network?

♪: A celebrity you crushed on 

♠: Favorite Disney movie from the 80s/90s

          Also, if they had to get married, would it have to happen right away, in their seventeens? Or would they get the option to agree but to chose the time themselves? And if they had to do it right away, what would he want from her? Would he want her to stay at home? To bare his children right away? Because if he thought that would happen, then he was kidding himself.

          There were too many questions, too many possibilities and she could not wrap her mind around it all. She was not prapred to be someone’s wife, she was just a teen! And most importantly, could she ever be the wife of Uchiha Sasuke? Could she marry a man who had broke her heart into pieces multiple times, who had hurt her time after time and who she now did not trust at all? They have grown since the war, she was not as hostile as before, but there was still the uncomfortable feeling when she was around him. It could not be good for either, it would lead to destruction of whatever their bond was at the moment.

                                                                       ”Fine.

                                          But i don’t know what we will find there.

                              Can there really be something we can do about this?”

          Following the male’s movements, Sakura began walking towards the door. Since she was first to reach it, she had opened the door, leaving like that and waiting for him to follow. The way to the front door included a staircase and a small way through the hall, one they had gone through in awkward silence. Once she had reached the front door and opened it, she waited beside it so that he would exit and she could lock it. Being home alone, with her parentss out of the village, meant that she had to take of everything.

          An image of her standing at the door of the Uchiha manssion, just like she was at her own house now, walking her husband out for a mission, crossed her mind. Just how would that go? Would they somehow learn to get along, fall in love through time, which would lead to a goodbye kiss at the door frame? Or would they argue and fight physically, causing destruction of their home?

                                          She never understood his ideals                                                                      and                                                             he never understood her love.

Now both of those things are gone forever and only residue of misunderstanding left in the air. All the pain and all the hurt.

" You keep asking me that, what can we do. You were the one who knew about this Sakura, I wont tell you until I see the papers. "

Their eyes met for a few seconds as he passed her by the door and he felt almost bad for being so broad. She was just as clueless and confused as him and it wasn't fair to blame her. If there is somebody who made it complicated it's him. If he never left village ... No. He did what he had to. There's no point into going down that road again. No regrets. He never regretted that.

His eyes squinted as he looked at her bit confused. Why is she locking the door? Skilled ninja will break it open in few seconds. Living on his own with no proper home for years took its toll on him. Sometimes the simple tasks that weren't part of mission or some ninja agenda, got absolutely lost with him. He never decorated, ate just to survive, slept in his house just to have shelter. There were no more feelings there. What kind of husband would he be? Could he have a home? After all those years. Could it change him? Could she change him?

They both left the house and walked towards the Hokage's office. The building wasn't too far from Sakura's house. As Sasuke expected the cold air did him well and he felt more comfortable and less anxious when there was plenty of space around him and sky above his head. Streets were almost empty, it was after sundown already.

       "It is not your fault. Our parents brought this up on us.           We handled worse."

He said tha sentence in his usual voice that didn't carry much of his thoughts but there was surely subtle hint of reassurance. He believed it himself too. They handled way worse this is just bump on the road that will be taken care of. It was territory completely unknown to him but once they properly read the documents they can surely figure out what to do.

"I don't look to the future any more. Only the past."

                    & who we need to be to SURVIVE——

The junior smirked, giving the raven haired boy a hard time. Even though he wasn’t exactly good friends with Sasuke, he was comfortable talking to the teen to the point of being able to throw teasing remarks at him every so often. Shikamaru couldn’t help the small laugh as a response to his classmate’s comment.

"I guess she’s just used to it by now. Besides, she’s aware of my intelligence which may or may not help the fact that she just lets my skipping habits slide. I already know most of the stuff I’m supposed to learn in my classes this year anyways."

"Truth is I rarely like people but there is something that just pisses me off about him so much."

He grumbled and quickly checked the watch. He still had few minutes left before the meeting and his punishment

Send x* for your muse accidentally stealing my muse's first kiss (don't send anymore pls. this is an old meme).

      It was yet another gala event she and her family had to attend, and in all honesty, she just wanted to remain at home and devote herself to her assignments and studies. Nothing was due immediately, no, but she was a diligent student and preferred to get things done on time instead of at the last minute. There would still be a few days to work on everything, even with this event, but still…she would rather not be under the eye of various journalists and paparazzi, and even other snooty kids who were the children of even worse men and women.

      She wondered if Sasuke felt the same, because by the looks of the expression he wore, he didn’t want to be here any more than she did. A sympathetic smile spread over her painted lips, and she slowly approached him to be a sort of comfort and provide companionship to at least make being here easier for him, and herself. She had no idea where Hanabi had gone — hiding, too, perhaps.

      Before long, a few girls had come by them both, stopping right in front of them, throats clearing. Hinata didn’t notice — her back had momentarily been turned to dig through her clutch for her lipstick. Sasuke, however, had his eyes pinned to them, narrowing, though his gaze quickly shifted. He could sense their ill intent — they were all former girlfriends who undoubtedly thought that he and Hinata were now a thing, which they weren’t. Still, indignant expressions rested upon their faces, and he wondered why he’d dated them to begin with.

      Well, there was a reason they were now ex-girlfriends.

      And, they looked like they were about to give Hinata shit.

      He took a step forward, gracefully and swiftly grabbing Hinata’s wrist. He spun her around and pressed his lips upon hers, causing the Hyūga heiress to freeze up in shock. It was a kiss for show, not something he was going to get into, and Hinata was too surprised to do anything but stand there, stiff as a board.

                     That…that was her first kiss.                              It’d been out of a the blue, too!

      Stolen by a close friend when there was — probably — nothing more between them other than the close, friendly, and casual relationship they had.

"What are you doing?"

"What are you staring at?"

"You look familiar."

"Don’t be such a dumbass."

"Are you actually listening to yourself?"

"Give me that back."

"Sorry about that."

"Good night, I love you."

"It’s nothing, forget about it."

"It tastes the same."

"Would you stop that?"

"Who is she/he?"

"They turned off the heat."

"Where’d you get all of this money?"

"Did you steal this?"

"You’re hurt."

"See you in hell."

"You could sleep over?"

"You’re not wearing a shirt."

"I think we might have slept together."

"Is it alarming that part of my summer to do list is figuring out my sexual preferences or no?"

"I’m going to die."

"You failed."

"Did you buy me some?"

"I think we got married last night."

"This is why no one uses maps anymore."

"Of course, I’m sure! Siri told me so."

"I told you that would work."

"I feel like cupid."

"When did drunken hate sex become our thing?"

"You’re wrong."

"Dude, you’re wasted."

"Go home."

"You said it was an emergency!"

"You wanting sex is not an emergency."

"If I don’t get alcohol into my system in the next twenty minutes, I’m going to shrivel up into nothing."

"I may have keyed her/his car."

"You can’t send me those kind of pictures while I’m at work!"

"That’s sketchy looking."

"Now you’re just being lame."

"Stop acting like you hate me."

"I’m pretty sure that’s illegal."

"Did you get arrested?"

"You got a little bitchy there."

"Lie if you have to."

"Save me."

"Save yourself."

"There is nothing wrong with a meaningless hook up. Or three of them."

"Why are you dressed up?"

"What do you take me for?"

"Don’t lie, you’re very obviously high."

"I can’t find my pants."

"I’m covered in glow paint and I’m pretty sure someone stole my shirt. So far, fun night."

"You tried to do what?"