Chapter One

"Could you be any more annoying?" yelled a very angry and frustrated Uchiha.

"Yeah, I can." the pink haired vixen replied cockily, digging her fingers into the mashed potatoes that she had yet to stick her fork into.

He tensed in front of her, eyeing her with intense malice as he slowly put down his french fry dipped in ketchup.

"I dare you." He challenged, squinting his eye's at her.

That's one thing you don't say to a Haruno. Haruno's never back out of a dare. Unless it's completely ridiculous of course. Like jumping off of a cliff.

She drew her fist back as fast as she could before she could change her mind and sent the mashed potatoes flying towards him.

They scattered in the air, but most of them splattered onto his perfect porcelain skinned face due to his close proximity.

"Sakura Haruno! You get up to your room this instant! This is the last time you are going to start something during our family dinner! Do you understand?"

Sakura's mother put a strain on the word "family" as if trying to drill it into her daughters head. She just didn't understand. Since when did her sweet little girl get so…rebellious?

Sakura stood quickly, ready to storm into her bedroom, just as what felt like a pound of mustard came in contact with her recently exfoliated face. Bits of it made it into her mouth and nose, causing her to have the strong urge to throw up.

Man, she hated mustard. Worst condiment ever.

"Sasuke!" came a deep voice that was no doubt coming from his father. "You may excuse yourself." his father demanded, obviously not new to Sasuke's harsh attitude.

Sasuke however, didn't seem phased at all by his fathers raised voice. He was too busy sending his best smug look in his step sister's direction.

"What's wrong Sakura? I thought you loved mustard?" he mocked, before picking up the bottle of ketchup.

"Stop it!" his father yelled again. He had never had to strike his son before, but if he kept this up he didn't know if he had a choice.

"Ugh! You fucking ass you know I hate it!" she screamed before picking up the discarded bottle of mustard and squirting it in his direction just as he began squirting the ketchup all over her fresh "just out of the drier" white T-shirt and light pink pajama pants.

Sakura's mother's comment about her offensive language was barley heard by the two fighting sixteen year olds.

"I said STOP IT!" Sasuke's father yelled as loudly as he possibly could. Sakura looked startled. Her step father, Fugaku Uchiha's face was as red as the ketchup that now complimented the mustard that was sure to stain her light colored sleeping clothes.

"That's it. You two are staying confined in your room's for the next two weeks until you start school. That's final. I don't want to hear a word from either of you." he ordered.

The two frustrated parents watched as both of their children trudged away from the table in opposite directions, both of them slamming their doors in unison to express their extreme unhappiness of the situation.

Anyone would be angry after moving to a new country out of the blue wouldn't they? Anyone would be angry that they now had to live in the same house and be technically related to the one person who they hated with everything they had, wouldn't they?

The poor adults hadn't seen it coming. Who could have known that their kids had actually known each other beforehand?

They had both gotten quite the surprise when they "introduced" them to each other. It wasn't exactly fake smiles and forced polite words.

The two didn't even attempt to hide their hatred for each other. Which is what confused the couple to no end.

After all to this day they still had no idea why their kids wanted to kill each other.

Now, living in Oxford in the United Kingdom, the new family was forced to try and get through daily fights over the shower, what they wanted for dinner, and who was taking the family car out that weekend. It seemed all that the two teens wanted to do was get underneath the others skin.

Needless to say, they didn't even dream of asking one of their children to do any chores anytime soon. They could just see the chaos that would follow.

Dish soap covering the kitchen floor. Clothes scattered about the washroom. The perfectly planted flowers in their garden ripped out by the roots. The list was never ending.

Sakura Haruno slammed her door as hard as she could behind her, resisting the urge to scream curses at the top of her lungs. Here she was, forced to share a household with that scum. That stupid arrogant, egotistical jack ass!

The pink haired girl made her way to her bathroom to wash off. Her sad excuse for a bathroom with just a toilet and small sink. At her old house she had her own shower.

She washed up angrily and changed into a different white shirt and blue bottoms.

She wanted nothing more than to lie on her bed and sleep so she could forget all about that guy. Unfortunately she knew she would never be able to get to sleep being as infuriated as she was now. She paced back and forth in her room, switching on her cd player as she walked passed it.

She still had in her Soil cd, which was quite the icing on the cake for her anger recently. She hadn't taken that out of her stereo since she moved here.

She wasn't exaggerating when she told her mother that Sasuke pissed her off on a daily basis.

She went to sleep every night feeling absolutely infuriated.

Sakura walked over to her bed and fell back onto it hastily, moaning in frustration as she turned to look out of her window at the night sky.

A few minutes into her staring a blue-white streak crossed the sky in what seemed like a heartbeat.

A shooting star.

Sakura rolled her eye's at the cliché. "I wish that Sasuke would get a taste of his own medicine." she said lowly.

She sighed heavily, reaching over to switch off her stereo before closing her eyes and pulling a sheet over her lower body and focusing on the silence.

Sasuke Uchiha smirked at the sound of Sakura's angry music.

'And she tells me I'm the angsty one. Hypocrite.' he thought to himself just before the smirk disappeared and he walked calmly into his small bathroom to wash up.

He took off his dark blue polo and khaki pajama pants. He walked over to his bed in his black boxers, sitting casually on his bedside and staring out of his window.

Not a second passed before he saw the star shoot across the sky.

Sasuke scoffed at the ironic timing. "Hn, I wish Sakura would stop making me sick to my stomach by being so unpleasant." he grumbled, smirking at his own little joke as he rolled over and buried his face into his pillow, waiting for any chance of sleep to come to him.

It was going to be a long night.

:O What's this? A shooting star? Rofl, I'm lame.

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Naruto fantasy of the day: Kakashi stripping to the song "I'm too Sexy" by Right Said Fred.