Sasuke wrinkled his nose at the question, still searching his pockets. "Because it's really important, and it's not a last minute attempt... it just took me a long time to make up my mind. I promise it's not an IOU, but I can't guarantee that you'll like it. In fact, you'll probably either hit me or hate me." He brought his hand up, fingers closed tightly over the contents, and promptly covered it with his other hand.
He'd meant to tell her what he remembered and leave before things got bad, but the little voice he tried so hard to keep locked away had made a slight change in plans that it was implementing... now. If there was a way to make that voice communicate its intentions with his sensible side so he could reject its ideas instead of acting on them, he'd be in good shape and probably would've had fewer broken bones in the past. Moment of truth... and why do I never listen to myself when I say don't do dumb things?
"What did I tell you?" Moving closer and nearly closing the gap, his cupped hands held up where she could see them, he slowly opened them to reveal what was inside: nothing at all. "I don't do things that I don't want to" he stated, pausing for 'dramatic emphasis' before leaning in and pressing his lips to hers in a light kiss. "Happy belated birthday, Sakura."