Wrong Number (Fem!Reader x Sasuke)

23 -So Sick-

"Wh-What are you thinking about?" I ask, cautious not to hit anymore of the wrong buttons.

"Noooothing."

"Tell me."

"Weeeell. I was just thinking how my sister would love to hear this information," the little devil gives me the biggest grin.

"No. If you tell her, I'll never love you!"

"But you already don't love me!" she argues back.

"But think about our future together! When I do love you, we'll get married. Have kids, become old together. We'll be there when our kids have kids. Together, we'll be the ideal couple."

It disgusted me to say these things to a 10 year old girl, but hey, as long as she doesn't tell anyone that I love [Name].

"You want to have kids?" her eyes glow with love.

"Of course I do," I lie, just to get the little devil on my side again. Kids are the last thing on my list to have, but if [Name] wants kids, I'll give her kids.

She then squeals and hugs me. "Okay okay! I won't tell her."

"Good. Now, I'm a little hungry, could you go make me something?" I ask, just so she can get away from me.

"Of course hubby!" she scurries out of her room, giggling like some little schoolgirl.

I take a deep breath. "I have to get out of here."

Quietly, I walk out of the little girl's room. I could hear the clanking of pots and pans, the hiss of food touching a hot frying pan. Slowly, I creep down the stairs, hurrying to the door.

"Hey young man! Where do you think you're going? Don't you know that your food is almost ready?" the little devil says, literally appearing out of fucking nowhere and tapping her foot impatiently.

"Oh sorry. I just needed some fresh air," I responded. The little girl with the way too big apron on glared at me.

"Well open up a window!"

She then hurried back to the food, that was most likely burning by now.

...

When the food was all done and ready, she presented it to me on a plate.

"Here ya go!" she says enthusiastically, handing me the plate. "I'll feed you if you want me to."

"I'll be fine on my own," I grumble, staring down at the charred whatever it is, mushy looking berries, and some other slop that I can't identify.

Oh god do I actually have to eat this?

I take a deep breath and put a forkful in my mouth. My mouth instantly rejected the food, but I couldn't just spit it out, she was standing right in front of me. I swallow the wretched food, and the little devil smiled.

"Do you like it?" she asked her voice sounding hopeful, and I just give her the thumbs up. "Well you better eat it all. We don't waste food here!"

This isn't even food! Food is supposed to be good!

She stared at me while I ate the rest. She takes the plate and fork from my hand, making her way back to the kitchen to dump them in the sink.

I sit in a chair, dealing with the war that's going on between my stomach and the slop. My stomach started to make unusual noises as it rejected the slop again and again.

"I'm gonna puke."

I didn't know where the bathrooms were, so my only option was to puke outside. I ran to the front door, opened it, and emptied my stomach. Too bad I was too busy puking to notice the pair of feet my vomit just landed on. Once finished, I drop to my knees and fall backwards. That's when I heard screaming, high pitched girly screaming.