It wasn't until they were down the street and around the corner that Sakura had let out a long string of obscene words, each worse than the last. When she had run out of obscenity to utter, she switched to curse words in other various languages, and then let Inner Sakura take hold of her vocabulary. She carried on for all of five minutes, and when she had finally run out of things to say, she stood on the spot, huffing from lack of breath.
Sasuke had stood quietly during the whole spectacle and was now looking at her with raised eyebrows, "Feeling better now?"
Sakura smiled wryly and nodded, then remembering he couldn't see her, added: "Yeah."
She stood in the chill of the evening, looking out down the road, the eerie lamplight making thing indiscernible in the darkness. After her father had decided that he was going to be staying with them Wednesday evening, the rest of the evening had been awkward and quiet. While there was nothing particularly wrong with her father coming to stay with them at the Uchiha household, seeing as they were being honest and nothing indecent was happening, however the rudeness of inviting himself over, doubled with the fact that it was due to lack of trust, made the whole prospect disagreeable with Sakura. Sasuke had taken the whole thing emotionlessly, such was his talent, but she could tell that he was irritated to say the very least—she had spent enough time with him to know how he felt.
"Well," she said after a while, having regained her composure, "You know how I feel about the situation—how do you feel about it?"
A ghost of a smirk passed over his lips at the mention of her behaviour. "I don't want him over, but I suppose we don't have any choice on the matter."
"No, we don't," she found herself sighing.
"Also, I think that if we can to convince your father to agree with the situation, then we may not run into any more controversy—for a time," he said contemplatively, and Sakura turned her gaze towards him.
"I guess so," Sakura rubbed her temples in a soothing manner, applying a little chakra to ease the sharp pang of a headache that had just began to come up, "I'm just glad that you aren't terribly offended by his rudeness. I'm sorry for that."
"Don't be," he told her firmly, "You're not in any way responsible for how your father acted this evening. And while I'm not happy with his coming to the household, I can't say that I share in the your sentiments involving your father and interesting vocabulary."
Sakura felt her face flush, "Ugh, ignore that rant, please. When I get mad… Well, you heard me and Ino argue. I can say a lot of things when I get mad, most of them I don't mean, and often I regret saying all of them."
Which was the truth, she felt guilty at that moment, having let her inner self take over on her rant—something she didn't do that often because of dangerous consequences.
"It's only going to be for the one night," Sasuke said after a moment, "All we have to do is get through it."
Sakura sighed nodded; not that nodding was necessary. "I guess you're right," she reached out and grabbed his arm, and began to lead him back towards the neighbourhood where the Uchiha manor lay, trying her best not to be angry at her father—even though Inner Sakura was telling her she had every right to be.
"Sakura?" Sasuke asked after a moment.
"Yeah?"
"That thing you did under the table—writing in my hand," he started, and she turned her head to look at him inquisitively. It had been a spur of the moment thing, a desperate attempt to tell him to ignore her father without saying it out loud—she wondered why he was dwelling on it. "I want to incorporate that into my rehabilitation schedule."
Confused at first, Sakura pondered why he would want to do such a thing, but as she thought about it, many uses came to mind. It would be useful on missions when she wanted to send him a silent message without whispering, she could send quiet messages to him without others hearing, and other things like that.
"Sure thing," she old him afterwards, then let out another sigh, "Looks like we have a lot to do this coming week."
"Don't we always?" he asked in a matter-of-fact tone, which caused her to smile slightly.
"I guess we do," she replied mellowly, turning her head up towards the sky—the stars sparkled like a sequined blanket.
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