"Oh, you're back Sasuke," Sakura said in pleasant surprise as he walked into the room, her voice aimed in his direction, "I wasn't expecting you to come back so soon."
He smirked grimly to himself at the comment. He would have loved to have stayed out the entire afternoon, but unfortunately, Naruto had somewhere to be, and took him home earlier.
"Naruto had something to do," he explained, pausing in the doorway.
"Naruto, having something to do?" her voice was surprised, "Like what?"
"He said he was having lunch with the Hyuuga girl," he replied shrugging, heading towards the fridge.
"Oh, that's…unexpected," Sakura stated awkwardly. Sasuke grinned to himself again; he knew that Sakura was probably was inwardly exploding over the news. He had often heard her complain about Naruto's stupidity towards Hyuuga Hinata's feelings, and now that Sasuke had just informed her that Naruto was having lunch with the Hyuuga Head's heir, amazed was probably the poorest word to describe her reaction.
Suddenly, his toes were struck horribly with the sensation of pain again he crashed into what appeared to be the table's leg. Tripping gracelessly, he found obscenities emitting from his mouth before he could catch himself, not that he cared at that point—his toes were on fire.
"Oh gods!" Sakura exclaimed, and her chakra signature drew closer to where he was, "Sasuke, are you alright?"
"No," he shot heatedly, picking himself off the floor and glaring violently forwards, "Who the hell moved the table?"
"Moved the table?" she sounded confused, "I don't think the table's been moved at all."
"It's supposed to be right here," he insisted angrily, pointing downwards at the ground where he remembered the table being last, about two inches inwards from where he had painfully discovered it now lay.
Incidentally, it was moved over in the opposite of where Sakura's father was sitting; Sasuke turned his head towards the older man, forcing an expression on his face that demanded answers.
"Sorry about that," Sakura's father replied lightly, "It was a bit cramped at this end, I just thought I would shift it forwards a little."
"Care to move it back?" Sasuke found himself asking sarcastically, his voice dripping with venom.
"Well…" the man sounded like he was trying to think of an excuse not to move back to its original position.
"Please, Dad, I don't want Sasuke breaking any toes," Sakura said calmly, and after a second, there was a light shuffling noise as the table was slid back to where it initially lay. "Thank you. Sasuke? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," he replied a little harsher than he intended, knowing that she was in no way responsible for the migration of the table. He pushed his way past her and again proceeded towards the fridge once more; Sakura's gaze lingered on him for a moment before she shuffled back to her spot at the table. Meanwhile, he was feeling around in the fridge for the water bottle he had put in there the other day, however now it was no where near where he had put it.
"Sakura, there was a water bottle in here, where'd it go?" he asked her, still feeling around, his fingers colliding with random objects that he didn't recall ever being in those spots previously.
"Oh, I might have moved it," Sakura's father said pleasantly, "I moved some things when I was getting some vegetables out of there for her."
He shuffled grouchily out of the way as Sakura got up to look inside the fridge for him. He wasn't in a good mood to begin with, starting that very morning, and now he was in even fouler mood. After a moment of rummaging around in the fridge, Sakura grabbed his hand and put the cool bottle in his hand.
"There you are," she said pleasantly, and he grunted a short thanks before turning to walk out of the kitchen.
"I'm going outside to practice focusing chakra," he said over his shoulder, "If you need me, you know where I am."
"Wait, aren't you going to have any lunch?" Sakura called after him, seeming somewhat alarmed.
He shook his head firmly, not turning around, "I'm still not hungry."
With that final note, he hurried out to the backyard before Sakura could protest any further. In actuality he was pretty hungry, but he didn't think that he could stand the presence of Sakura's father at the moment. Carefully bypassing the large shoes that he had set aside in the hallway, he was thankful that it would just be for one night. The voice of Sakura's father drifted down the hallway after him, apparently thinking Sasuke was out of earshot.
"He's a very grouchy person."
Growling quietly to himself, Sasuke quickly put his shoes back on and slipped out the back door.
The afternoon seemed to last and eternity to Sakura, the constant eye of her father lying on them was almost too much to bear, and Sasuke was having a harder time of it than she was. Focusing chakra required no assistance on her part, so to make it look like she was actually doing something in the way of rehabilitation, Sakura came and sat next to Sasuke, focusing her own chakra, trying to amplify her signature so that it would block out her father's signal. Having gotten past the point of detecting her chakra signature with her guard at his highest, he was easily thrown off by her overwhelming signature and could not detect her father who was observing at a distance.
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