[Ficlet] Break

Merg, I wanted to write SB, but then Somehow Sasuke became Sakura and I wrote this. Which is almost better than nothing for me. It means I’m writing!! 8D

Break
by Tomomi

Life is a very bitter thing, Sakura decides when Itachi slams the hospital door in her face and continues sticking his tongue down her best friend’s throat, which is apparently in very good condition compared to his broken arm.

“Sex, now, doctor?” she hears Naruto ask, voice breathless.

She wants to die.

But only after she bashes the blond’s head in.

“NO SEX IN THE HOSPITAL!!” she wants to say, followed by “ESPECIALLY BETWEEN DOCTOR AND PATIENT!” capitalized vocally for maximum efficiency. Her inner-nurse screams “BE GENTLE WITH THAT ARM,” too, but they would ultimately take it the wrong way, she knows.

“Nurse,” Itachi says because he knows she is still standing there, listening in on them as they are about to fuck. While Sakura knows that she is only here because of her conflicted pride as a nurse and her worry for Naruto’s broken arm (but not his too active dick, which she wants to break in half), Itachi’s tone, as monotonous as it is, somehow weasels under her skin, trailing the accusing words: voyeur, pervert, and God knows that else.

“Bring us a condom,” he continues.

Sakura thinks she might faint due to anger, exasperation, embarrassment, and oh-if-only, so she doesn’t reply. What could she say anyway? She purses her lips, and actually thinks about it. “Yes, Doctor Itachi, I’ll hurry back with one, so you can have optimal protection as you fuck my best friend—and by the way, which brand would you prefer?” was a possible response.

In Hell.

She doesn’t answer, and it doesn’t matter because Naruto says, “Fuck condoms; we’re safe inside the hospital.” It doesn’t make sense at all, and Sakura wonders how Itachi can still be turned on by Naruto, dambass that he is. Judging by Naruto’s moans after, she concludes dryly, he’s turned on enough.

Maybe that’s just love for you, she allows, but only for a brief moment. She’s not desperate (or foolish) enough to believe it. Not from someone like Itachi. For Naruto’s sake, she wants to. Naruto is the gullible dreamer of the bunch, after all. It pains her as she wonders about the pieces that will be left of his big, stupid heart when this mess of a relationship is over.

She tries asking him about it later when she brings him his dinner.

“—meh en Ishtache?” he asks with his mouth disgustingly full. She slaps him on the head and he chokes. “Gah, Okay, okay, sorry!!” Then he’s silent as he thinks. Surprisingly, she doesn’t have to wait long for his answer. “We’re good together,” he says finally, shrugging. He adds, “Itachi’s really dumb sometimes, though. Give him time.”

“Time,” Sakura replies flatly, “for him to break your heart, you mean.”

Naruto looks at her, startled. “Break my heart?” he asks, laughing, “He’s not gonna break my heart, Sakura-chan. Sasuke-teme might break yours though.”

Before Sakura can voice her disbelief, the door opens and Itachi steps in. He ignores her completely and steps up to Naruto’s bed, and Naruto smiles at him.

“Hey, Itachi, you gonna break my heart?” Naruto teases, grinning impishly.

An elegant brow is raised, and Naruto laughs, his husky voice echoing, and Sakura feels a little ashamed because she’s been working with Itachi long enough to know that a raised brow equates stupid questions that don’t deserve answers.

She knows now the answer for this one is obvious enough and smiles.

-End

Naruto (c) Kishimoto.