Roommates

Chapter 20: The ending?

Sakura's PoV

I stared at the door for a good two and a half minutes after it'd slammed shut, blinking and trying to realize what had happened.

Eventually I managed to get out a: "What the hell?" in a confused tone.

"Have you always been this slow?" Itachi asked, from where he was standing next to me. I turned to glare at him and say something rude, but I froze when I noticed that we weren't alone in the room.

Sasuke was standing in the back of the room, leaning against the wall with crossed arms. His eyes were wide as he stared at Itachi.

"Sasuke?" I asked without thinking, very surprised.

He turned to stare at me, as if he only just noticed that I was there, too.

"Sakura?" he asked, blinking once.

"Uh... Yeah?" I said. "What are you doing here?"

"I have absolutely no idea", he replied, and it was obvious he was telling the truth.

"Uh-huh", I replied. "So... You know Itachi?"

"...Yeah."

"Ah. Nice."

This was followed by and uncomfortable silence.

After I moment I decided to go Tenten, and marched up to the door. Then I gave it a very hard kick and yelled:

"LET US THE FUCK OUTTA HERE NOW!"

The only thing I got as an answer was silence.

I heaved a great sigh and leaned against a desk, running a hand through my hair.

"So, guess we're stuck, then", I announced. Neither of the two answered me. I frowned and wondered whether I should start a monologue, but then decided it would just be a waste of energy. Energy that I would very soon be in need of...

Tenten's PoV

"Argh!" I yelled, kicking the door. "I knew that bitch would stab me in the back one day!"

I had already spent about ten minutes screaming, swearing and beating up the door, but it hadn't gotten me anywhere – which really said something about the door's strength.

"You done yet?" I blinked and turned around to see who had spoken, just to find myself face to face with... You-Know-Who.

No, not Voldemort! Neji!

I do see where you got it wrong, though; they're quite alike.

"Done with what?" I asked.

"Torturing the poor door."

"Oh, that. Yeah, I am."

"Good."

"..."

"..."

"...Oh, and, what the fuck are you doing here?"

"Leaning against a wall. And waiting to be let out of here."

I glared at him. "Shut up, smart-ass. I'm not in the mood." I turned away from him, walking up to the window of the classroom. It had occurred to me that by smashing said window, I would be able to get outta here.

But no such luck. We had somehow gotten up to the tenth floor – I have no idea how, since I couldn't remember any elevators or stairs - not to mention that underneath there was a very, very big... rosebush? Oh, c'mon! Not to mention it's winter!

Of course they still have thorns, not matter what the season. I think... I'm not good at Biology. Well, at least nowadays I have a lousy teacher to blame that on...