My Snippets: Part 1

Compassion

"Don't worry about it...," she said with a small wave of her hand and a reassuring smile. "It's on the house."

The man scoffed before finally looking up to meet her eyes for the first time since he had entered her shop; though his irises seemed to hold anger at her response... and Sakura wasn't quite sure why. Not until he spoke, that is. "I... don't need your pity." She frowned.

"It's not... pity. It's called hospitality." More silence, more awkward staring, until finally he looked away; his dark orbs shifting to his lap. The pinkette tilted her head, wishing for once that she could read minds. "I'm curious. What's your name, stranger?" He took a long sip of his coffee and let out a harsh breath before responding to her inquiry.

"It's... Sasuke."

"Got a last name, Sasuke?"

"No."

She stretched her hand out towards him in a kind gesture, a soft smile playing on her lips as he lifted his gaze to hers once more. "I'm Sakura." He silently (cautiously) accepted her hand before quickly pulling away. "Well... I've decided on something," she said suddenly; startling him.

"What is it," he questioned; his demeanor full of distrust.

"I'm going to help you out!"

Silence. Then he blinked. "Haven't you been helping me out already, Sakura?"

"Well, yes I have... but I mean—"

"I told you, I don't want your pity," he practically growled as his hands tightened around his drink. Sakura grew angry.

"And I told you...," she said while leaning against the table. "It isn't called pity. It's hospitality. I was raised to help those who are in need... and not to be rude or anything... but I'm pretty sure that you are in need. Am I wrong, Sasuke?" He remained silent because he couldn't think of an argument; he knew that she was right.

But at the same time, he wasn't one for charity. He opened his mouth and was about to try and protest again, when he met the intense fire in her green irises. His mouth quickly closed and he swallowed slowly. Maybe he could allow her to help him, but just this once. "Hn," was his only response and he felt his heart begin to pound a little bit harder at the sight of her bright smile that seemed to lighten the whole room... even on this miserable, dreary day.

"Wait here, I'll be right back...," she squealed before rising swiftly to her feet. He watched, in stunned silence, as she skipped to a small room adjacent to the checkout counter, before returning mere seconds later with a large stack of... supplies in her arms. He raised a brow when she sat them down on the table and she rolled her eyes before giving off a soft chuckle. "What is it now?"

"What's all of this for?"

"You of course." Silence. Confusion. Curiosity. Concern—

"You happen to carry all of this with you to work?" Sakura rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

"First of all, I own this establishment. So, that means that I can carry whatever I want in here. Secondly... it's not what you think. I have a really good friend... well, he's more like a brother than a friend actually... who comes here to stay on occasion when things get... rough... for him at home."

Sasuke looked down and his frown deepened. "Orange?"

Sakura shrugged. "It's his favorite color."

"Shampoo, toothbrush, comb... scissors?"

"I have a shower down the hall," she hesitated to say more but even Sasuke knew that he needed one, badly. "... and a bathroom that you can use to freshen up. Then... when you get done with that... I can help you with your hair."

"I don't need all of this."

"Stop arguing with me okay... and let me help you out, just this once, Sasuke. Please." He wanted to argue with her... he really and truly did. But as he looked at her, he realized that it would have been completely pointless. She could be very... persuasive... he surmised with a soft and defeated sigh.

"Fine."

30 minutes later...

"So, what do you think...," she asked, a light blush staining her plump cheeks as she turned Sasuke around to face the full-length mirror that rested against the wall beside her office desk; his dark strands of hair surrounding the rolling chair that he sat in. His eyes met hers after a quick glance and his lips lifted at the corners.

'Pink looks really good on her...'

"It's... good."

"Are you sure," she asked, while biting her bottom lip and looking at him through thick lashes. His smirk only grew.

"Yes, I like it. Thank you, Sakura. For everything."

He watched as her throat bobbed slowly; her gaze locking onto his in the mirror. "You're welcome, Sasuke."

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Author's Notes:

If any of these sound like your own writing or another you have read, I apologize but I didn't copy anyone's work. This is entirely my own writing.