A/N: "New story?" "Are you crazy bitch?" "Focus on the stories you already posted and update them you idiot."

I knooooow. But I had this idea so here it is. What can I say in my defense? I just had to post it.

I am working on my other stories too, no worries! Also, I might post another one in a short while.. he he he.. ops? It will be a pure comedy so keep your heads up and your eyes on my profile.

Enjooooy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any characters in this story. All respect to Kishimoto, long live dude! Also, I do not own the picture I chose for this story either.

What is love?

Chapter 1: What is this feeling?

She can smell his strong, musky perfume in the air the moment he walks into the room. It goes all the way up her nostril, until it hits her brain and makes her dizzy. That damned perfume he had spent a fortune on and which smell's lasted for more than twenty-four hours. She can hear the faint sound of clothes being discarded on the armchair and then the footsteps; five, five steps. That's all it takes him to reach the bed and sink under the blanket beside her. His arm would always come around her middle, soft but cold on her skin. His lips press gently on the side of her head, lingering there for a moment, before he buries his nose in her pink locks. She never says a word, and he always thinks she's sleeping. So when he takes in her strawberry scent, from that shampoo he never fails to buy her, she can squeeze her eyes shut and ignore the sickness in her stomach. His body is close, so close that is seems glued to hers; so close that she can feel his heart beating under his ribcage. She can't breathe. His arms barely touch her skin but it feels like he's crushing her lungs. She can't breathe.

She had been watching the steam float in front of her eyes until her coffee went cold. Sakura loves coffee; sweet, with milk and whipped cream. Today, she had left it plain, without anything in it. Sasuke already drank half of his while it was too hot to understand how it didn't melt his throat. He took a bite of toast and answered his phone. She can see his lips moving, his eyes focused on some imaginary point. All she can hear is the sound of the slightly burnt bread crushing under his teeth, like he's chewing on her eardrum. Her eyes dart down to her untouched food and coffee. She grabs the mug up to her lips and takes the smallest sip. It's bitter and it makes her stomach twirl. Her cheeks pull in the slightest from the taste; she hates it, but somehow, likes the feeling.

"You haven't touched your food." His words bring her back from some other reality. She can hear the worry in his voice. The corners of her mouth pull up in a second, her lower lip still hidden behind the mug.

"Ah, Sasuke, I've eaten dinner quite late last night. It seems I am not hungry yet." She giggles, and moves a hand dismissively between them. If it sounded hallow, he didn't notice. Or maybe he just ignored it. But it's Sasuke, the man she had dreamed of for so long, that she just can't find the will inside her to be bothered by it.

He is also tired, too tired. The skin under his eyes is a tone or two darker, his eyelids heavy and his back stiff. Sasuke has his own problems to deal with. She can't risk to look unhappy in front of the man that claimed her as his; the man that gave her everything.

Sakura is not unhappy; she tells herself that every night lately, when she climbs into bed, until she believes it. How could she be? This man, Sasuke, had gave her luxuries and love. He had planted gentle kisses on her skin since day one, showered her with love and affection and touched her body like no other man ever did. He loved her. He loves her. She can see it in his eyes, right behind those dark long lashes she so loved. To dare to say she wasn't happy with such man would make her look crazy in front of anyone. Sakura knows she isn't crazy, so she has to be happy.

He stretched his arm over the table and touched her cheek feathery. "Make sure to eat something though. Breakfast is important." He smiles at her with such worry and adoration at the same time that it made her heart clench under her ribs.

She turns her head and kisses the inside of his palm. "I will, don't worry about me. How is the firm going?"

He grabs the mug of coffee with the hand she kissed a second before and drinks the whole concoction with a big gulp. "Everything is going smooth," he starts, setting the mug back on the table, "We just signed a new contract last week. It will bring us a huge profit."

Money. Sakura thinks money were made by Satan himself, to play with mortals' minds and souls. She doesn't need all the money, but Sasuke is happy when he gets more, so she is happy too. "That sounds great."

He moves his eyes from her to glance at the time and Sakura remembers when she used to secretly glance at him before.. before everything. Before she had him, before he wanted her, before she knew her heart better. She loved him. She loves him. There is no lie in that. So he deserves to know that something hasn't been the same; something didn't feel right anymore. Sakura knows that. She also knows that keeping her mouth shut and her façade up won't solve anything. But he's Sasuke -the man of her dreams. And she is happy. She really is. But still..

"Sasuke.. I-"

The sound of his phone ringing made her close her mouth and she nodded at Sasuke to answer.

"Yes. Morning. No, ah, ok. I'll be right there." He ends his call rather fast, puts his phone in the inside on his suit coat and his eyes move to her again.

"What were you saying?"

I don't feel well, Sasuke. Something is wrong with us. Do something, or let's do something, together. We need to save this, us.. me.

"I'm going to meet Ino later, at the mall."

He keeps his eyes on her as he takes his suit coat with one hand. He's listening, he always does; but in vain, if she can't talk.

"That's great, love." He comes around the table and plants a peck on her forehead she used to hate all those years of her childhood. Sasuke had made her grow into it, told her how only a genius would need such a big one like hers, and kissed it at least once a day ever since. Maybe he's right, maybe she is a genius. That's good; geniuses suffer sometimes too and it's always for the best, right?

He grabs her chin with slender fingers and gently pulls her face up towards him. His eyes shine with love and she gulps the lump in her chest. "Buy everything you want. And treat Ino with lunch. You know how much she loves a free meal." He chuckles above her lips before pressing his on them. His mouth retreats a moment later, like it was never even there. For a second, there is silence; just the two of them looking at each other without a word. His eyes narrow slightly, and she almost miss it; almost.

"Sakura, everythi-"

Out of nowhere, her hand cups the back of his head, locking her fingers between his raven strands, and pulls him into another kiss; a deeper, needy one. He's clearly taken by surprise but he leans into her, too, touching her cheek, and kissing her back. She needs it –a reminder, that's she's still so in love with him that nothing else matters. She needs those soft lips on hers.

His hand is cold on her sensitive skin. Sakura ask herself if he had always been this cold. She remembers him so warm, so comfortable. Maybe it was her imagination all those times. Or maybe she was just so in love, her heart so on fire for him, that she just couldn't feel his coldness.

Their tongues battle in the middle of her cavern and it really doesn't matter who wins. She already lost her inner battles. When they pull apart, he looks so deep and lovingly into her eyes, with those beautiful dark orbs; she can't stop the words from coming out of her mouth. "I love you."

He grins at her and plants another small peck on her forehead. "Love you, too, Sakura."

Love. Love. Love. She loves him. He is handsome, loving, gentle... and he loves her. Sasuke is the perfect man, she knows it; everybody does. And Sakura loves him. She does. How couldn't she?

He's taken his leave a second later, the door to their apartment closing so soft that she almost doesn't hear it. She's still sitting at the table. She can still taste him on her lips. His damn perfume has somehow entered the fabric of her shirt. She smells like him.

Sakura needs a shower, and a new set of clothes.

Ino is late, something that doesn't quite surprise Sakura at all. The blonde calls it being fashionable late. Sakura calls it being a bad friend. A small smile paints on her glossed lips and her eyes fall on the rose colored tee she had ordered. It was still steaming hot, and she places her hands on both sides of the large cup and enjoys the warm feeling on the inside of her palms.

As she contemplates if she should confess her latest struggles to her best friend, her mind goes back to Sasuke. Sure, Ino had always understood her no matter what. She has been like a pole to support unto when she needed it, a therapist, a motivation-speaker and a confidence booster. The blonde deserved her title as 'best friend' more than anyone. Even so, something still made her feel cautious. Her friend had helped her deal with her feelings for Sasuke, had listened to her whine for years how much she wanted him. Now, that the man of her dreams was finally hers, it felt so damn wrong to tell Ino how something didn't felt right. It shouldn't be like that, Sakura knows. It's just talking with your best friend about something important to you, about your feeling and fears. Ino sure would understand, or at least try to.

She brings the cup to her lips and takes a sip from it, the warm liquid calming her the slightest. Her mind wanders to the good old times.

She watches him from afar, half of her face covered by the sandwich her mother made her. Sasuke is two benches away from her, and even though it is lunch break, he is struggling to find the right piece to continue his puzzle. He's seven years old, but last week he finished a three hundred pieces puzzle. The raven-haired kid has a thing for them, Sakura knows. She thinks he's very smart and cute. When he frowns in concentration, so does she. Her lunch is also forgotten, as she continues to watch his small hands search between pieces. He stops, his hands froze in the air and he swings his head in her direction. She looks down at her sandwich instantly, her cheeks going red. She's too shy to even risk an eye contact with him. When he gets back to his puzzle, emerald eyes watch him again.

She gently smiles to herself at the memory, spinning the cup in her hands and watching the as rose and purple dance together.

Naruto drags her by the hand, his grip strong as iron, as he grins like a goofy.

"N-Naruto? Where are we going?" she asks, trying not to trip on her own steps.

He doesn't answer, just continues to pull her after him until they reach a bench in their school's yard. He spins on his toes to face her and clasps his hands together. "Sakura, this is Sasuke. Idiot, this is Sakura. I thought since I am friends with both of you, you two should be friends too. Don't ya think?" He grins wide and excited while Sakura freezes in place.

Her head slowly turns to meet onyx eyes, anxiety threatening to make her either run away or faint. She curves a strand of hair behind her ear and gives a small smile to Sasuke. "Uhm, hi."

He looks slightly bored, and mutters a "Hey." in her direction before going back to his game on his cell. Sakura is nervous, and she starts to think again about running away. Eleven years old and she is still shy, and Sasuke is even more handsome. She fidgets with her fingers, looking at her shoes and not knowing what to do. Naruto is now eating and ignoring her. Then she hears her crush call her name and her head shots to his face. He still looks unimpressed but he had moved his body slightly to his right, making enough space for her to sit beside him.

She glances at the bench, then at him, then again at the bench. "Are you going to sit or what?" comes Sasuke's voice again. Her face tints with a cute red blush as she sits down near him. He goes back to his game. She looks at Naruto, then at Sasuke and smiles to herself.

She looks at her watch and sighs. Ino's already half an hour late. Her eyes glance around for her blonde friend but she's nowhere in sight. A group of teenagers pass by, their laughter probably echoing around the whole area. They tell jokes and bump into each other as they walk away. Sakura looks back into her cup.

"You look like shit," Sasuke chuckles, entering her bedroom with a bag of food in his hand.

Sakura glares her swollen eyes at him before sneezing. Naruto follows Sasuke inside, closing the door after him. "Damn Sakura, you look-" he stops as she sends him a nasty glance from behind her tissue, giving her best to look murderous. "-amazing!" he continues, scratching the blond spikes at the back of his head.

"You two are horrible friends," Sakura says, not having the energy to sound angry at all.

"Then I think we should leave with this Chinese take-out, ice-cream and.. oh, Oreos," Sasuke pretends to move towards the door, his legs stepping in slow motion but a pillow hits the back of his head, pushing his hair up. He turns around and glares.

Sakura fake coughs into a tissue while Naruto laughs his head off at Sakura's feet. "Ahaha, your hair looks like a chicken's butt." Suddenly a pillow hits him in the face. "Hey!" he yells at Sakura.

She snickers at him but stops right after to blow her nose. She lets out a frustrating sigh. "I am sick of being sick."

Sasuke sits down next to her and takes out a plastic large cup with hot soup from the bag he brought with him. His fingers search for the plastic spoon he bought from the shop and when he finally finds it, he puts it in Sakura's hand.

Emerald, glassy eyes glance down at the spoon in her hand then at the plastic cup Sasuke holds in front of her. They're eyes meet, a determined pair and a confused one.

"We bought you soup. It's the best in town," Sasuke says, taking the cup's cover off for her.

"You didn't have to," Sakura smiles but accepts the soup anyway. "Thank you.." Her foot nudges Naruto's side, making him laugh when she hits a sensitive spot. His eyes move to her from the collection of movies he had spread in front of him and gives Sakura a warm grin.

"Anytime, Sak."

As she slowly eats, Sasuke's hand resting on the bed's headboard and behind her neck, her heart melts with happiness. Her boys. They are simply the best thing in the world and Sakura loves them both dearly.

Her crush on Sasuke didn't subside. It actually bloomed into a deep amazing love that warmed her whole soul and body when she was near him. The raven-haired man had been nothing but an amazing friend through the years though, and she is not ready to confess her heart out to him yet. But she is happy. The perfect moment will come one day, hopefully.

Sakura smiles to herself, the memories rushing back into her mind like a beautiful written story. She so misses those times. Everything was perfect then.

She finds herself slammed into a hard chest, a pair of strong arms wrapping around her in a protective stance. A guy tried to flirt with her in the hall of their school; flirt being too nice said. He had slapped her ass, pinned her to a wall and almost forces his lips on hers. At eighteen years old, Sakura was used to being catcalled and asked to dates. She had bloomed into a flower so beautiful and delicate, that many guys wanted to touch her petals. None had the courage to do so when she was with her two boys, but this guy had somehow managed to catch her alone.

The man with slippery hands is trying his best but still fails to get free from Sasuke's iron-like grip on his front shirt. He looks fanatically around him for help but when he founds nobody around, he starts yelling in Sasuke's face making the later's temper flame even more powerful.

He slams the boy into the wall behind him with full force. Sakura wince into Naruto's arms."You fucking touch her ever again and I'll put you six feet under." He doesn't raise his voice, he never does; but Sasuke isn't known to intimidate with yells and punches. Sasuke's voice is low, dangerous, lethal; the look in his eyes, God that look in his eyes. Sakura knows she will never forget it. His pupils are even darker, eyes narrowed into slits and they look like they could start a fire with a single glance. Even Sakura is scared. "Did I make myself clear?" his voice comes out like thorns and the man nods his head twice, as fast as he could. When Sasuke's grip loosens, he's gone in seconds.

Sakura lets out the breath she didn't know she was holding and Naruto's arms fall back to his sides. She goes and wraps her arms securely around Sasuke's torso, burring her head in his chest. She can feel his hard muscles relax under her touch.

Sasuke returns the gesture, placing a hand on the middle of her back and one at the nape of her head. He kisses gently the crown of her head. "Are you ok?" She only nods her head in response, her arms still locked tightly around him.

Naruto looks at them, smiling and then makes eyes contact with Sasuke. His grin grows. Sasuke ignores it and simply moves his onyx eyes down to look at the mess of pink locks under his chin. A small smile paints on his lips as he squeezes her closer to him.

"There you are!" the high-pitched voice of Ino comes from across the coffee shop, her blonde hair flowing around her like a curtain as she manages to run on her heels towards Sakura. She looks out of breath when she plops down in front of Sakura and gives her an apologetic smile. "Sorry?"

Sakura rolls her emerald eyes, pushing towards her friend the caramel frozen frappe she had ordered for her. "Hey, you're not even that late. Just like," she stops to glance at her silver and gold wrist-watch –the one Sasuke had bought her for her last birthday-, and huffs at Ino. "only almost an hour."

Ino brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, sipping through the straw and sighing in pleasure when she pulls her mouth away. "Thanks, you always know what I like. " Sakura just smiles back at that. "Anyway," Ino starts again, but then her eyes linger on Sakura, and for a second the pinkette feels like she's reading her like an open book. She inwardly sighs when Ino continues with, "I love your jumpsuit. It goes amazing with your eyes."

Sakura smiles warmly at her, relieved that her orbs don't give away her inner storm. "Glad that I passed your fashion test, my queen."

Ino laughs, her voice so feminine and lacy-like and it makes Sakura feel better. The blonde always made her feel good just by being in her presence. "Shut up," she says waving a manicured hand in the air amused. "I'm really sorry I've made you wait for me this long. That idiot and I had a fight."

Sakura's knows who's the idiot and even though relationship problems is the last topic she wants to talk about, she gives Ino a concerned glance. "What happened?"

"My winter collection reveal is next weekend, where I expect you to be too Miss best friend," her baby blue eyes send a half serious glance, "and of course I expect Sai to come too. But guess what? It seems like some art gallery opens in town in the same day and he actually prefers to go there than come with me. Can you believe that man?" She glares at her frappe, sipping aggressively on the straw.

Sakura shakes her head. "Ino, you know how much Sai is into painting. He made you the face of his Femme gallery last month. You know how important you are to him, so maybe you should try to understand him a bit," she suggests, shrugging.

"Uhm, excuse me, but I do understand him; I understand that he's a selfish idiot that thinks only about his painting," she huffs.

Sakura sighs, glancing at the inside of her empty cup then back at her blonde friend. "You and I know that's not true. He loves you like nothing else in the world."

"Yeah, he loves me so much that he can't choose me over that stupid gallery."

"Remember last summer when he had the opportunity to sign a contract for that fancy museum in Otokagure. It was a huge one time opportunity but you were so stressed and freaked out about your next show that he couldn't leave you alone," Sakura remind her, clearly making sense to Ino because her eyes seemed to shine with a bit of understanding. "Look, if I remember right, your collection isn't the only one revealed that night, right?" Ino nods. "Well, the gallery starts at six in the afternoon; the fashion show, at eight. If you move your collection reveal later, Sai has time to go to the gallery then come to the show."

Ino taps her long finger on her chin a few times, clearly contemplating Sakura's idea and then her eyes grow wide and shine with such happiness that the pinkette is almost jealous. Almost, because she can never find herself not be happy for the blonde. She deserves the best in the whole world. "You are a genius, Sak. I love you so damn much right now," she squeals excited, grabbing Sakura's hands and squeezing them in appreciation.

"Love you, too, blondie," she lets her nickname roll out of her mouth, like back in old days and Ino crocks a fine eyebrow.

"I think it's been years since you called me that, pinkie," she remarks then grins, showing her perfect white teeth.

Sakura lets out a breath amused. "Want to do some shopping?" she asks then.

"Do I ever say no to shopping?" she inquires, before grabbing Sakura's hand and pulling her beside her. She locks her fingers between hers, the clicking of their heels on the floor making Sakura think that maybe she can forget about everything for a while.

"So, do you want to try this?" Sasuke's voice rings in her ears and touches her heart gently. They were at a party, in their last year of high school, not long after Sasuke had scared that guy away from her. They sit in one corner, the room full with drunk teenagers, music blasting through the speakers, when he yells the question over the trap song.

She looks at him confused, her emerald eyes shining under the colorful lights waving around the room. "Try what?"

He gets closer to her, circling an arm around her shoulders and looks her straight in the eyes. Air stops in her throat for a second, before composing herself. She leans into his touch, like she did so many times over the last four years and waits for his answer.

"Us." The word echoes in her brain a million times. Her mouth opens but no word comes out. She blinks a few times; is she dreaming or just extremely drunk? Does Sasuke really says what she thinks he says?

"W-what are you saying, Sasuke?" she asks, because her mind can't comprehend the word 'us' coming so naturally and smoothly out of his so inviting lips. God, her eyes fell on his lips without her consent and he sure as hell noticed because the corners of his mouth rise into the sexiest smirk she had ever seen.

"I know you like me," he admits, whispering the words in her face and she feels her cheeks go warm. She wants to move her face sideways and hide her blushing skin behind her curly bangs but his fingers grab her chin gently, making her look at him. His eyes are a shade darker, so damn beautiful, and they trap her into some other dimension. "I know you did for a while now." 'Like' is an understatement; Sakura is head over heels in love with him. She won't tell him that though.

"Then… why now? Why do you want this now?" She gazes into his dark pools, trying to keep herself sane.

He shrugs, his board shoulders going up and then Sakura feels the hardness of his arm muscles rest back around her neck. "We knew each other for so long and at first I saw our relationship more like a brother-sister one." He notices the glint of hurt in her eyes and pulls her closer, their noses almost touching. Sakura's heart skips a beat. "I guess a part of me was scared to not ruin our friendship for something I didn't knew for sure if I felt.. if I felt like you do, I mean." He smiles, lazily and unSasuke-like.

Sakura is out of words, of air and her brain probably shut down. Is this person really Sasuke? The incredibly handsome, cool guy that every girl in their school drool over… did he really just said all that? He was always kind to her, yes, but never did he talk like that –about his feelings, with her. She blinks; different shades of green dancing in her orbs.

"And," she hesitates, "you are sure now?"

His answer is placing his lips on hers, gently, like feather in the wind. Sakura's eyes almost fall out of their sockets. He pulls back too fast for her liking. The man of her dreams, her crush since ever, just kissed her. She must be dreaming. His lips felt even better than she thought; they were soft, gentle and just… perfect.

"I am sure, yes," he looks deep into her eyes, and Sakura feels her bones melt. "So, Sakura, do you want to be my girlfriend?"

Sakura waited for so long to hear that question, that now she can't even form an answer with her mouth. She stares into his amazing eyes and pulls him into another kiss. He smiles over her lips, making Sakura's legs go weak.

"Ahem, guys," Naruto fake coughs and stares at them as they pull apart. He juggles three cups in one hand and waves the other one around. "I mean, finally! I thought I had to make you two kiss somehow myself but hey, glad you managed on your own."

"Shut up, idiot," Sasuke rolls his eyes, his arm still hanging around Sakura's shoulders and a wide smirk on his face.

Sakura's cheeks go from rosy to dark red and she grabs a cup from Naruto's hand, trying to drink her embarrassment away.

Naruto chuckles and slams a hand on Sasuke's back. "I'm really happy for you guys, but if you push me out of our small gang, I will personally kill you," he threatens, faking a serious, dangerous look.

Sakura laughs and pulls him by the front on his shirt until the three of them form a small circle. She snakes an arm around both of them, kissing Naruto's cheek and leaning into Sasuke's chest. "You're going to be my best boys forever, you silly."

Naruto's grin is too big for his face and Sasuke smirks before placing a small peck on Sakura's hair. Sakura is happy; the happiest she has ever been.

"Red or black?" asks Ino while moving two hangers in front of her body at a time.

Sakura doesn't give it a second thought. "Definitely red."

"That's what I thought," she agrees, placing the hanger with the black dress back in its place. "I'm starving," she whines, walking beside Sakura towards the cashier girl. "Want to grab something to eat?"

Sakura thinks about her breakfast resting now in her kitchen's trashcan. "Sounds good," she nods, even though she doesn't feel much hungrier than in the morning.

It didn't matter how good the food smelled, or how delicious it looked, Sakura's stomach makes her want to turn her head to the side and vomit. She knows why; she thought that she would see Ino and somehow she would slip that she wasn't feeling quite good lately. She would have asked her about it and talked with her, Sakura is sure of that. But since she met the blonde in the coffee shop, all she did was keep her happy person mask on.

"Sakura, are you ok?" the concerned voice of Ino brings her back from her thoughts. She had just finished gulping down another bite from her noodles and was now looking at Sakura's untouched food.

"I don't know, Ino," she starts, avoiding the blonde's blue gaze, "I just don't feel really hungry today," she admits.

Ino places her fork down and observes her with keen eyes. "Are you pregnant? You don't look like it. You actually look thinner than last time I saw you but who knows."

"What?" green eyes widen and glance back at Ino. "No, I'm not pregnant."

"You sure?" Ino insists.

"Yeah, we- I mean, I didn't had sex with Sasuke in a while now."

Ino crocks an eyebrow. "Really? I always thought of him to be the type that expects lots of sex."

"He is- was. I don't know. He's been busy at the firm and you know, he's just tired when he gets home." Ino's eyes narrow. "It's ok, I mean, I understand. He has a lot going on and there are a lot of things he has to do since he became the CEO."

"Sakura, is he neglecting you?"

"No! He is very thoughtful and loving and," she stops and sighs, "He's perfect, Ino."

Ino grabs her fork again and looks skeptically at her friend. "If you say so. I mean, he is what you wished for all your life and what many other girls dreamed of." She bites into a piece of chicken and Sakura stays silent. Ino is right. Sasuke is the perfect man she wanted; not just a perfect man, no. Sasuke was her crush and first love and the most loving boyfriend. Still, she still feels like she's living with a stranger lately.

"Listen, Sak, if something is bothering you, you should tell him. But you need to understand him too, right? Like you told me to do with Sai," she winks, "He is working hard to keep that firm from blowing and to make you happy and he also buys you everything you need. If you say that he's loving and not neglecting you, then maybe…" she trails of her words, not sure of what she wants to say either before she pushes her food aside. "You still love him, right?"

"Of course I do."

"Then maybe it's just a phase," she shrugs. "You guys just finished Uni last year and then moved in together and all that. It takes time to accommodate with the idea of living with your man. And I know that. I wanted to kill Sai in the first month." Her laugh makes Sakura smile. "But seriously, after what you told me… I don't see a problem there beside you overthinking or you just need some time until you get used to his schedule and all that."

Time. Does she really need more time? Because Sakura had been living with him for a couple months and it had been amazing. She didn't felt for a second that she needed time when she moved in with him. They were both too happy and too busy loving each other every day to even think about that.

Of course, quitting her reserved spot in one of the best laboratories in Suna to stay with him and then him taking over the firm had been a bit rough. But that didn't make Sakura love him less; or regret any of her choices. She knew she loved him more than anything and he was worth giving up anything for. Still, she feels like something is extremely wrong in her life at the moment and everybody seems to ignore it or just not notice it in the first place. But in front of her is Ino, her best girl friend that always understood her. Maybe she will understand how she feels and why; maybe even make herself understand why was she feeling the way she did, too.

"You're one damn lucky girl, Sak. Girls would kill to have what you have; a man that loves you, treats you right and gives you the finest luxury in the world. Think about that," she lectured, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulders.

Okay, so much about Ino being able to understand her. She would give her that judgmental look that says 'how dare you feel unhappy' in one millisecond. "You're right, Ino. Maybe I'm just overthinking things. Thanks." She smiles and Ino gives her one of her own. Sakura never thought she will ever have to pull such a fake smile in front of her best friend.

A/N: Sooooo, thoughts? You better leave me a damn review, my friends. I put my heart and soul into this. Pretty please?

Seriously, what do you think? I want opinions!

Xoxo, Adenna.