Babiesaurus: Hey, everybody! For those who are reading this, you have my undying gratitude. Okay, this story, is in Sasuke's point of view, mainly because it gives some sort of challenge. Sasuke develops a crush on Sakura, just when Ookami sweeps her off her feet. Sasuke decides to shift his attention to a girl who's both a friend and an enemy, in his opinion. Kitsune, who sees him in the exactly same way, is left to teach him how to cook. (Because Sasuke can't)And, Kitsune Itami, is my OC and Ookami Itami is my twin brother's OC. All the other characters belong Masashi Kishimoto. And that is that.

Okay, enough of me blabbering. Onto the story!

When you're always alone, it's hard not to think about why you're alone.

For a young boy, he was always thinking about his older brother. His brother was the reason why he was alone. He had made him alone, when there was a chance that he would be with his family. They would be dead, but not alone. Why didn't he do that, asked the young boy to himself all the time. But it was very clear why he didn't do it. But the boy's eyes were too blinded by hatred to see it...

Sasuke Uchiha walked around the compound, something he always did. It gave him something to do other than think.

"But I always end up thinking", he told himself. Kicking the ground as he walked, he reached the gate of the Uchiha compound. The gate wasn't exactly welcoming, but it's not like Sasuke wanted anyone to feel welcomed in here. The day was cloudy, and very windy, too. It made everything else have a gloom and doom edge to it, and it's not like the gate needed more of that.

A gust of wind sent shivers down Sasuke's body. He was only wearing a T-shirt and shorts, but did it really matter? No.

He looked out into the street. People walked here and there, doing who knows what. Sasuke smirked at the crowd. It was a habit of his, to look at the people in the hustle and think about how they're wasting their lives. Before, the thought comforted him, now it was just an annoying habit. Old habits die hard. He shook his head in some strange mixture of pity, shame, and pure annoyance. These feelings are always around the corner when it comes to Sasuke's emotion range. He turned around to head back into his apartment in the compound.

The silence was eerie, different than the other abandoned houses all over the village. "Death silenced this place, and I'm still alive", Sasuke always told himself. The eerie silence didn't bother him anymore, it actually comforted him. Which people thought was strange because everyone remembered him before the Uchiha massacre, sweet and afraid of most things.

"They're not worth anything, people who think those kinds of things." He thought with discontent dripping in his thoughts. His apartment was the last house away from the gate. He needed the space away from other people, they were nothing but useless. With a sigh, he opened the door and went inside.

The apartment was nothing really, a small room on the second floor of his old parent's house. It had a bed, a dresser, a table and a few other miscellaneous things. He stopped downstairs at the kitchen.

A flash of his mother preparing his supper fluttered in his mind. Her long black hair was tied in a ponytail, so it wouldn't get in the food. The figure looked back at Sasuke and smiled at him. Her smile was warm, motherly, and it filled him with hurt almost immediately.

"Why don't you go get ready for dinner, sweetie? It's almost ready." The woman said. But it wasn't his mother's voice. It was a distorted version of what his mom's voice had always sounded like to him. The memory was getting weaker, and, deep down, he thanked the gods for it. Then the image of his mother preparing his meal faded, and was left with a dark room that had a stove and a sink in it.

When he was sure that the little vision wouldn't come back, he got to work at cooking. He was getting better at it, but he wished someone else could do it for him. Because, even though he was improving, he still was burning most things.

The sink was for the water...the pan was to put the water in...... and the stove was to heat the water that was in the pan. Simple enough instructions, right? But no matter what, the fire alarm would still go off when he was boiling the water.

"Shit!" He cursed. He instantly opened the door and began waving a towel back and forth in front of the alarm. The beeping stopped and he turned the stove off. The water stopped bubbling, but it was still steaming. He sighed and headed upstairs.

The bed looked extremely welcoming, so he jumped in it and laid down. Cooking...not a ninja's forte. Maybe he should take some cooking lessons.

"And not burn my supper every time," He thought. Well, he needed someone to cook his food. Just for now.

Who could he get to cook for him? Kakashi, maybe? He lived by himself, and he survived it. But, why would he do that? Kakashi will obviously tell his teammates about the fact that Sasuke Uchiha can't cook his own food. His teammates... Naruto and Sakura...they always seemed to get in his way. Suddnely, a thought occured to Sasuke.

"Naruto lived alone most of his life, he must have learned to cook." He thought. And maybe he could silence him somehow... After all, Naruto was a class clown, a loser. Sasuke was at the top of his class. There must be some way he could shut that stupid mouth of his. Hmmm...

Ring, ring ,ring! A strange electronic ringing filled the house with sound and also halted his train of thought. Sasuke looked around as the ringing continued. Then, he looked at the most foreign object in his apartment. The telephone. What was he supposed to do with it? He never actually got a phone call before. Cautiously, he reached the phone. It was still ringing, must mean they were still trying. He picked up the piece that was connected to the base with a curly wire. And he spoke into it.

"Hello?" Sasuke asked, slightly confused and a little wary.

"Hi, Sasuke-kun!" The chirpy voice was all too familiar...Sakura Haruno. One of the most annoying girls ever. Why couldn't she leave him alone? "What're you doing?"

"Nothing. How did you get this phone number?" He asked, completely irritated. He didn't even know his phone number, how does he expect that someone else will know it?

"I got Kakashi-sensei to look it up for me in the information booklet you gave to him some time back." Sakura answered with too sweet innocence. The information booklet? When they had graduated from the Academy? That was about a few months ago...how the hell could she remember that? "Anyways, what are you doing later...say, for dinner?"

Dinner? Immediately, Sasuke's stomach growled loudly. Maybe...of course! Why hadn't he thought of it before? Sakura would do anything for him, and that, hopefully, would also mean to cook for him without telling anybody. It may have some down sides, though. But he overlooked that. He can deal with that later.

"Sure...I guess. Do I have a choice?" He murmured. Sakura giggled one of her scarily high laughs. It was incredibly annoying...but he had to deal with it for awhile now. She was his teammate. And, sadly, he had to admit that she was growing on him. Unwanted, though, like mold or fungus.

"Okay, meet me at the Ramen Shop at 5, okay?" She said, obviously she had been thinking about this for awhile.

"Erm, okay." He muttered into the weird piece of the phone. There was a clicking sound at the other line...did that mean anything? He listened for a few moments. No answer. No breathing, chirpy giggles, or annoying remarks. Was she gone?

He placed the object back where he had found it on the base of the phone. He was going to dinner with Sakura. The way-too-close kind of girl with pink hair and green eyes. The most annoying thing on the planet, he decided not too long ago.

"The day couldn't get any worse, can it?" He asked himself. "I almost set the house on fire and now I'm going on a date-type thing." He sighed and looked at the clock. 4:30 PM. Half an hour to go until his dinner. Sasuke clunched his stomach as it rumbled and growled.

"I'm in for one hell of a night."