Before I start this story, I would like to make some things clear. This is fanfiction, so take it as it is.

I don't care about what pairing you stand for, because this is a canonxoc one, so I have the right to do what the f I want.

Most importantly, I re-made this old story, well, got the permission to, since Naruto ended and everything

so I had these great ideas in mind. Just bear with me. This will take place after the so announced movie, from the small spoilers I've seen and things I heard

so before the last chapter of Naruto where every pairing happens. There will be a point when I will go after the last chapter too.

But that will take some time, since I'm only at the beginning now.

Read and review please v uv

WHAT DO I DO WITH YOU?

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FIRST CHAPTER - THE SHINOBI AND THE WAITRESS

He promised he would return.

He knew that. She knew that. They both knew what was to come once he returned to the village and meet face to face once again. After his so called redemption, she sighed and dreamed of the day he would touch her again –this time over other body parts, not her forehead. They had met even during the time when Naruto rescued Hinata, after he rescued his lover and her cousin from the claws of a dangerous man –Sasuke was there; he helped thoroughly , and even then, she could feel the sparks flying in her stomach, their eyes meeting, gazes locked. It was out of this world. She knew that once he would return, he would be all hers to enjoy. And truth be told, she hoped he knew this as well.

Sasuke Uchiha, the last survivor of the famed slaughtered clan, did return, but it wasn't like in fairytales, he didn't sweep her off her feet while riding a white horse, dressed in his knight armor –oh no, quite the contrary; he became the same old Sasuke, the one that would frown upon things, wrinkle his nose, judge with just a glance of his cold eyes and mostly avoid any type of direct affection from her. That wasn't a problem, she didn't expect him to warm up to her all of a sudden, they did just reunite after so many years, right? Love needed time to bloom, grow, be nurtured.

She didn't catch on to it until very late; months, if not a year or two passing until she discovered everything and acted upon her worst fears and impulses. And boy did she regret it to this day.

It was an unusually cold day in Konoha and Haruno Sakura walked by Uchiha Sasuke, on their way from training in the woods, the silence pressing upon their very chests as their feet padded on the wet dirty road. The air was refreshing, especially after it rained down on them. Sakura wore a smile, large and bright on her pretty pink lips, green eyes lingering affectionately over the raven haired man. His onyx eyes stared up ahead, distracted within his own thoughts, lips pressed in a thin line while the ebony strands stuck to his forehead and framed his face. His pale skin was beautifully radiant against the wet clothes, the pinkette only wondering how it would look against her own skin if possible –a discreet chuckle escaped her lips then, rosy cheeks aflame at the naughty little thought.

"Sasuke-kun…"she broke the silence, the onyx hues turning to glance at her shortly before returning to the road dully. "Where are we going?" a question that shouldn't have bothered him, but by the tense shoulders and the sideway dart of his eyes, she realized she must have irritated him somehow –oh, how she wished he would open up to her already and let her all in; mind, body, soul…she wished so badly to have it all. "To eat." he muttered almost unsure if he should have answered her question. He didn't know she wanted to tag along, follow him to this place, he just went on his usual path, a path that became so familiar that he could already feel his heart thundering in his chest at the very thought. "That's a good idea! I was hungry anyway," the pinkette chirped from behind him, his jaw tightening and eyes narrowing for a fraction of a second. He never brought anyone to this place before, he surely didn't find it comfortable to let Sakura know of this place either –what if he would be discovered?

He knew some time ago that he indirectly promised her something –he knew all too well what the woman must have understood, what his intentions truly were. For him, it seemed to be only Sakura, the only woman that stuck to him and his ideals, the only woman that supported him, that forgave and forgot his actions in the past –that helped him redeem himself. However, he could have never imagined that his whole world, universe, being and mind would be turned upside down in a second by another. He could have never hoped to feel that sudden adrenaline rush, adrenaline that didn't come from fighting, but from the rapid beating of his heart, slamming painfully in his chest, his stomach turning and flipping, his mouth going dry and his head feeling lighter at just a glance of those perfect baby blue eyes.

He didn't say anything back, he only frowned lightly at how twisted his decisions were, how unsure and insecure he felt –vulnerable even; it wasn't a feeling that the Uchiha met with all the time. Only when he went to that place, to that familiar place and spent hours stealing small glimpses of those baby blues, that gentle and kind smile that could brighten up the entire village. He wanted that smile to be only his, he wanted to be the only one to see that smile, to see how her eyes would lighten when she laughed, how her button nose wrinkled when she didn't approve of something or even how she would chew on her lips when she would be concentrated, sometimes even sticking her tongue out to help with that process.

He could only admire from a distance, watch how sublimely out of place she was compared to the dull atmosphere inside that restaurant. The rest of the walk was silent, Sakura sometimes chuckling to herself and eventually trying to catch his hand within hers. But her hand wasn't the one he yearned to hold, as rude as that may have seemed and he always dodged it in some way…by 'accident'; he knew she was getting irritated because of that and as he predicted, she finally gave up.

The smell could be felt from outside, filling their nostrils with the dazzling scent of food being prepared, laughter being heard from within and as soon as he opened the door and stepped in, they were also welcomed by warmth, soaking their cold bodies as they proceeded to take their seats near a window. He secretly glanced around, eyes searching for the blonde curls and short figure, after those marvelous eyes of hers that kept peeking into his very soul with just a tiny glimpse. He avoided her eyes more than often, wanting to keep the magic of her curious gaze imprinted in his heart but too afraid to show her the scars from his own –he was afraid that she may see him for who he really was –a killer, a murderer, someone that people gossiped about when he walked by, someone that is feared for the power that he holds within his very eyes, the mirrors to his torn-up soul. His disgusting soul.

The soft noise of footsteps broke his train of thoughts and he finally saw her, relief and slight giddiness just washing over his body like a warm shower. His heart felt as if it will implode, his mind went blank and his palms were getting sweaty – the usual reaction only she could get out of him by just her presence alone.

"It's very nice and cozy here, Sasuke," his comrade breaks the silence, making him snap his eyes towards her, realizing he was staring blankly and stupidly after the goldie locks. His gaze was enough to make Sakura grin from ear to ear and she immediately picked up the menu and scanned through the pages. He didn't need a menu to know what he wanted –for eating at least, because what he really wanted to try at least once was the blue-eyed waitress that was now coming towards them with her usual kind smile that just melted him on the spot. He was going to slit his own throat before he'd let that show, though.

"What can I get you?" her voice, it rang through his ears over and over again and he avoided her eyes once more "Omusubi and okaka with tomatoes." –Sakura glanced up from her menu, a bit confused, one eyebrow raised as a result, but she just smiled at the girl "Same for me."

"Ah~a couple!" the blonde female chuckled as she noted down the order, making Sasuke inevitably look at her with the intention to say no on impulse, which he did without realizing "We're not a couple" he spoke, almost too fast and sharply, making Sakura stare at him with disbelief. The blonde, looked up from her little notebook and to the two of them, at a loss of words "I-I'm sorry if I offended then…I didn't meant to" she stuttered, giving them both a little forced smile, before leaving with the order.

Sakura just glanced down at her hands, that now turned into fists and rested on her knees, clearly upset at what he just blurted out. Sasuke knew that what he said hurt his childhood team mate, but it was true that they had nothing special as of yet, and a promise made so long ago didn't quite tie them up through a contract of some kind. As brusque as his attitude may have been towards the poor woman, he couldn't afford leading her on. What if he couldn't return her feelings? He didn't exactly want to hurt her anymore than he already did in the past; he was only being cautious. Was that a crime?

"Sakura—" his voice was raspy, as if he was trying hard to even say her name, as if it made his throat burn with the mere mention of it, but it gained her attention. Clearing his throat, the raven haired male was ready to speak, but was interrupted when the waitress came with their order.

He couldn't react fast enough even if he saw it coming —the girl trying to balance the plates on her arms while a careless child ran by her and accidentally into her. The plates flew from her arms and all over him, the table and the floor, spilling okaka, omusubi and nicely sliced tomatoes all over his attire –his white attire. It didn't really matter since he already trained in these clothes, so they naturally needed to be cleaned, but the girl gasped in shock and grabbed her handkerchief from her pocket, rushing towards him and wiping the food off of his shirt. Sakura was staring in shock, the poor girl was muttering sorry over and over again while touching him in a way he never thought she would ever want to, even if it was with the intention to clean up her mess, and him, well, he was speechless, staring at her as she knelt down in front of him. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders, bounced over as she moved and wiped away, her long eyelashes tickled her now rosy cheeks and her front teeth bit mercilessly on her full lips in shame.

He was never this close to her, he never got to see her so close. It felt intimate. It felt good and right and it ignited his insides, flames burning deeply within his eyes as he looked down at her with what he couldn't identify. But kami-sama, did it feel amazing. It didn't last long; Sakura rose up infuriated and the moment he saw her eyes flaring, he knew that the words that would follow wouldn't serve his cause.

"How dare you?! You spill food on him? How careless are you? Do you even know who we are?"

"I'm sorry, m'am, it was an accident!" the blonde spoke, still kneeling down in front of him. Sasuke couldn't bring himself to talk, he was unable to form words still, just staring at the frail looking girl as she apologized. "I am Haruno Sakura and he is Uchiha Sasuke! We fought the fourth shinobi war and came out victorious! The least we deserve is some respect from the ones we protected!" the pinkette continued, bashing the poor girl even if it wasn't her fault. The blonde finally stood up and it broke Sasuke's stare, making him slowly realize what was happening and coming to his sense by the high pitched yell of Sakura's voice.

"I will bring you the order again! I will pay for it from my account, I am terribly sorry, it was an accident..." she pleaded and left with widened eyes, jogging to the kitchen just to hide the shame on her face. The kunoichi just glared after her and sat back down with a frown on her face "The nerve—" "Shut up." –it surprised her, not only the cold tone, but the sharpness of his glare. He was pissed with her outburst. She had to understand that he accepted having a meal with her here because he was nice, not because he wanted to be kicked out due to her big mouth. The medic-nin just rolled her eyes and pulled her arms over her chest defensively while awaiting the new order.

It didn't take long for the girl to bring the second time, carefully walking with the dishes and gently placing them down, her smile was banished from her usual cheery expression. "Enjoy and I apologize once again for the incident." a bow followed the genuine apology, but it fell on deaf ears as Sasuke felt too embarrassed to look her in the eyes and Sakura completely ignored her and started eating in tense silence. She was irritated, both with the waitress and with the place, but mostly with his attitude.

After they finished, Sakura was already at the door, while Sasuke pulled out the money to pay for the meal, leaving it on the table despite the girl saying that she would pay. He knew it was an accident and he knew best how people were quick to judge, she didn't deserve to be punished because of such a trivial thing and he had no reason to be angry with her either.

Once outside, he was assaulted by his colleague "Why did you pay? She said she would do it! She doesn't deserve any of your kindness," and it was so odd to hear that from her mouth, so odd that he turned to give him his trademark ice cold glare "If everyone was to be punished for every little thing, where would I have been now?" it didn't need an answer, the woman lowered her eyes to the ground and kept silent for the rest of the journey back to their homes.

At least he could revel in the little images that remained imprinted in his mind…he wondered if touching her skin would feel as divine as it felt when she did, or if her hair was as silky and soft as it appeared, if those blue eyes held any more mysteries hidden from him –because he wanted to find out everything about her, more than he already knew. More than it was decent to know. If fate was merciful, he would be able to meet her again. He could only hope for rain in the desert.

"…he paid"

It was humiliation, shame and irritation that irked her to make a plan on how to return the money to the owner. The blonde waitress, Nanami Hanekawa, after her mother's last name, was now staring at the money between her slender fingers as she sat at her kitchen table. Ceruleans narrowed and her cheeks puffed out in a pout "I said I would pay..." she sighed, brows knitting together as she placed the paper on the table and leaned back in her chair.

"Uchiha…Sasuke, was it?"

Tomorrow was going to be a long day. She needed to find this Uchiha Sasuke and return the money…she wanted to keep her dignity at least.