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Author's note: So, before you read this, I'd like to point out that yes – I have posted this story before. It had been put on hitaus because of a failing plot line that I didn't believe was worthy of continuing, since it was just posted because I wanted to post something.
Since it is for the most part, entirely revamped (except that I'm keeping the first chapter somewhat similar) I've decided to repost this.

Sorry in advance for any confusion.

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When Ino walked into Sakura's room, she had expected her to be getting ready for the party they were going to that evening. Or, at least standing before her closet looking confused after realizing she didn't have anything appropriate to wear. You know, the usual.

It was their ritual.

Instead, she found her friend sitting Indian-style on the far right hand corner of her bed, with notes and books sprawled all around her as she worked on what Ino could only guess was yet another paper.

So engrossed in her work, Sakura didn't even notice when Ino had entered her room. Instead, she leaned forward and referenced three books and a plethora of notes before returning to writing away furiously on a growing stack of papers.

'She works too hard,' Ino mused to herself quietly, 'Always trying to impress those parents of hers with those ridiculous expectations.'

Sighing loudly, Ino cocked her hip to the side as she put her hands on her dainty hips and began tapping her foot agitatedly.

Even then Sakura didn't acknowledge her.

"What am I going to do with you?" Ino asked, more to herself than to Sakura as she walked over to Sakura's closet to pick out an appropriate outfit for a party.

Sakura giggled nervously, finally glancing up from her work, "Eh…hehe, not kill me?"

Glancing over her shoulder, Ino rolled her eyes.

"I'm tempted to at the moment, forehead," Ino drawled, "Just go get your ass in the shower. If you hurry, we can still be fashionably late."

"Sure thing, Ino pig," Sakura smiled before running off and escaping into the bathroom.

Biting her lip, Sakura stood before her full length mirror observing herself briefly as the water quickly warmed.

'Something horrible always happens to me at these parties.'

Sighing wistfully to herself because she'd never really fit in, she quickly shed her comfortable and familiar sweats before stepping into the shower and quickly lathering up her hair and shaving her legs before washing her body.

Hopping out of the shower, she quickly towel dried her hair before wrapping a towel around her middle.

When Sakura emerged from the bathroom a mere seven minutes later, Ino was sitting at her vanity table going through her makeup and an outfit was laid out for her on the bed.

Examining it, Sakura tired her best to not gasp.

'That could hardly be considered clothing… can't it?'

Her ire was ignored, as Ino continued to studiously sort through her make up looking for something glitzy.

"Ino-pig," Sakura spoke quietly, her eyes glued to the scrap of fabric clinging to a hanger, "That did not come out of my closet."

Ino just grinned, "Oh I know."

'Time to start pushing you out of that lovely comfort zone you have…'

"I'm not going to wear that."

"Yes, you are," Ino's tone left no room for argument, "We made a bet – that if you forgot about the party, that you had to wear what I brought. Now, shoo. Go put the damn thing on."

With a sigh, Sakura took the little piece of fabric with a wrinkle of her nose before heading to the bathroom.

'So that's why Ino wasn't pissed,' Sakura mused to herself, 'She wanted me to have to wear what ever the hell she brought.'

Just as she was about to shut the bathroom door, Ino screamed before throwing a pair of silver stilettos at Sakura's feet with deadly accuracy.

They bounced twice before skidding to a halt upon the small terry cloth carpet on the tile, narrowly missing Sakura's legs by inches.

"Don't forget those!" Ino trilled, laughing merrily as Sakura glared at her before slamming the door shut, mumbling to herself about dumb blonde pigs.

Hanging the dress (and she was using the word loosely) off of her towel rack, Sakura sighed before she resumed drying her hair.

When she realized that Ino had only given her a pair of panties, she was mortified.

'No bra?'

Swallowing resolutely, Sakura bravely reached for the dress before putting it on.

When she finished putting on Ino's outfit, Sakura couldn't believe it even counted as clothing.

The dress was navy blue and strapless, bearing her shoulders and much of her back and chest to the world.

The top was like a corset, with a built in bra that shoved her breasts up and created a surprising amount of cleavage; that fanned out and became flowy before abruptly cutting off a mid thigh.

Just below her breasts was a silver sash that tied in the back, making her look like a little pretty dolled up present.

'Oh… um… yeah,' Sakura thought, at a loss of what to say.

She was tempted to take it off, yet before she could put her other clothes back on, Ino pounded on the door.

"Get your ass out here!" she harped.

"Just a second!" Sakura called, feeling harassed as she shoved her feet into the dainty heels and opening the door just a scant second before Ino started pounding again.

"You look good," Ino grinned before dragging Sakura to her vanity, "But I'm going to make you look even better."

She was obviously pleased in her choice of attire for her friend.

With another wrinkle of her nose, Sakura accepted defeat as Ino pulled out all the stops to 'doll her up' for the party.

Falling upon her best friend with mascara, glitter and eye shadow, Ino gave Sakura what she liked to call… the works.

'Oh yes,' Ino nearly cackled in her mind, 'I am certainly going to throw you out of your comfort zone. That… or drag you out kicking and screaming. Whichever sounds more appealing at the time.'


"I'm taking my own car, Ino-pig," Sakura called as she walked towards her cute Baby Blue Volkswagen Bug before Ino could stop her.

Ino arched a delicately drawn blonde eyebrow before crossing her arms over her chest.

"And why is that?"

Sakura rolled her beautifully decorated eyes, "Because one – you always leave with men. Lots of men. And two, I have school early tomorrow morning so I have to get home at a decent time. That and I've already been punished enough this evening."

Ino shrugged daintily before accepting the answer and sauntering towards her own little car.

"The glitter makes you even prettier, even if you don't want to believe it forehead," Ino drawled, ignoring Sakura's glare before settling herself in the driver's seat and slamming her door with Sakura mimicking her actions.

Cranking down her window, Ino yelled out to her friend just a few feet away from her.

"Follow me, okay forehead? You always get lost and we can't waste time."

Mock glaring through her window, Sakura rolled her eyes before pulling out of her driveway and following behind Ino to what was supposed to be an epic party.


It took them a total of twenty minutes to get to the party. She recognized the house as Naruto's, but it looked entirely different at night and with more than fifty people milling around the front yard, excluding the sure to be baffling amount inside.

It made Sakura feel utterly exposed and highly overdressed.

"Um," Sakura yelped as she clung to Ino's arm, "What the hell type of party is this?"

Stressed, Sakura's eyes widened as she glanced around obviously uncomfortable.

Ino shrugged and grinned, vaguely glancing at the guys half naked playing football in the front yard showing off for girls, the kids smoking something near the corner, and the loud music that practically made the house pulse.

"A college party," she answered simply.

"Oh my goodness," Sakura squeaked as she jerked Ino, forcing her to stop before pointing towards the multiple couples making out everywhere.

Ino grinned wickedly, "You seriously don't get out nearly enough forehead, it's just a party."

With that said Ino quickly grabbed Sakura's hand and pulled her into the house before she could try and run for it.

Well, hobble, since Sakura had yet to master the art of running in stilettos.

Once inside, Ino promptly dragged Sakura onto the dance floor though multiple gyrating couples until they were in the middle.

"Where are we going?" Sakura yelled over the loud music.

Ino glanced at her, "Looking for Naruto! Gotta say hi right?"

It was then that she spotted her partner in crime.

"Naruto-kun!" Ino shrilled as she reached out with her other hand to hug him.

"Hey Ino-chan," Naruto grinned nodding at her and offering her a quick hug before hugging his girlfriend Hinata closer to his chest and noticing Sakura.

"Oh, hey Sakura-chan! Glad you could actually make it!"

His surprise made Sakura inwardly frown, 'It's not like I never go to parties…'

He smiled at Ino who grinned proudly. They were always trying to get Sakura to socialize.

Sakura giggled nervously, "Uh, yeah. It's good to see you Naruto-kun, Hinata-chan."

She smiled brilliantly and both Naruto and Hinata nodded at her as they swayed to the overly loud music.

"Well," Ino yelled over the music, "We'll leave you two love birds alone!"

Smiling wickedly again, Ino hauled Sakura off before she could mutter any protests.

When they finally stopped, Ino instantly started to dance.

Swaying along with her friend, she laughed when Ino started to sing and throw herself away entirely to the music.

A little less comfortable than Ino, Sakura joined in hesitantly before the song changed and she recognized it as one of her favorites.

Catching Ino's grin, she let herself loosen up a bit, swaying suggestively to the music and raising her hands above her head as she and Ino began dancing back to back.

It seemed as if Naruto had made it to the DJ table, because for at least 5 consecutive songs, everything that played was up-beat and sexy.

Rocking her hips to a heavy beat, Sakura panted slightly from the heat as she brushed her bangs from her face.

Finally pausing to examine the people around them, Sakura was surprised to find they were in the middle of a group of guys, when she distinctly remembered Ino dragging them to a group of other girls.

"Uh, Ino?" Sakura gasped when someone pinched her bottom. He winked at her.

Ino pretended not to hear her, and began to dance even more sensually drawing the attention to her.
Sakura was grateful when her best friend switched on her charm, winking at her and motioning for her to go and get herself a drink.

"Thank you," Sakura mouthed, using it as her chance to escape.

Quickly weaving and dancing her way out of the crowd, Sakura headed towards the refreshment table, only to walk away when she realized everything reeked of … something.

'Do they have to spike everything?' Sakura grumbled to herself, disappointed that she didn't trust herself to drink.

It helped that she had little to no alcohol tolerance.

Feeling her feet pinch uncomfortably in the obviously new shoes, Sakura squinted around the poorly lit room against the flashing lights for somewhere suitable to sit.

The only piece of furniture that wasn't covered in people making out was a couch.

It was a little love seat, and she didn't notice until she was about to sit that someone already occupied the other cushion.

"Um, hi," Sakura offered nervously when the other person turned to look at her after she sat down.

She was struck with a 'damn he looks good' stupor.

The patron sharing the small couch with her was distinctly good looking.
Even sitting down, she could tell that he was tall – his broad shoulders indicating such, and his casual black t-shirt revealed his toned biceps.

He was pale, a striking contrast to his dark hair, and his face held aristocratic features such as high cheek bones and a perfectly pointed nose.

He was gorgeous -

Mr. Sexy simply grunted before turning to look in the opposite direction.

And obviously knew it.

As soon as his smoldering gaze shifted off of her, Sakura found herself able to breathe again even though she didn't realize she was holding her breath in the first place.

It was embarrassing.

Fidgeting nervously with her too short dress, Sakura tried desperately not to stare and keep everything important covered at the same time.

"I'm not interested," Mr. Sexy grunted when he glanced back at her and noticed her fidgeting with her dress.

Sakura looked appalled.

"Excuse me?" She spoke, utterly bewildered as she glared up at him.

"Don't bother," he said, motioning towards her dress, "I'm not interested."

Sakura no longer cared just how good looking Mr. I'm-obviously-too-sexy was. He was an ass, and she'd be damned if she didn't put him in his place.

"Excuse me, but who said I was offering anything?" She scowled her voice frigid as she pointed at him angrily.

He turned to look at her, his dark eyes dancing with slight amusement before he deadpanned, "Your attire does."

She huffed indignantly, "Yes, well I lost a bet with my best friend and she decided to make me wear this, and I was not trying to…to flash you. I'm trying to keep everything covered, you conceited jerk!"

She sounded scandalized.

Proceeding to hold one arm across the top of the small dress, she tried to stretch the fabric out to cover her more of her thighs.

She failed and tried not to gasp when the fabric protested and rose higher. Readjusting it to how it was before, she crossed her legs.

"Stupid Ino-pig," Sakura grumbled to herself.

Mr. I'm-obviously-too-sexy chuckled at her.

Turning towards him with another glare, Sakura attempted to reign in her temper and failed.

"Just who the hell are you?"

He shrugged, "I believe it's only polite to offer someone your name before asking for theirs."

Rolling her eyes in exasperation, Sakura put on a falsely polite smile, "Hello, my name is Haruno Sakura."

He smirked widely, "Hn. Nice to meet you."

Waiting a minute, Sakura frowned when she realized he wasn't going to offer his name.

Scowling at him again, his smirk grew.

"You," Sakura said as she stood and pointed at him, "Are socially constipated."

With that said she turned around with a huff and stomped off in her perilously high heeled stilettos, unknowingly giving him yet another tasteful view of her finer assets.

After separating herself from Mr. Jerk, Sakura had decided that dancing would burn off some of her frustration. Finding a suitable group of girls she sort of new nearby, she made her way over to them and they greeted her with smiles before opening their circle a bit so she could join.

Swinging her hips and matching their fast pace, she smiled when she felt the frustration start to leave her.

Raising her arms above her head again, and tossing her head back, she was surprised to feel someone move her arms to circle their neck and leaving her in a vulnerable position as he ground his arousal against her back.

Gasping, she tried to get him to release her but he held her steady.

"Don't be like that girl," he gruffed against her neck, his voice heavy with the scent of something strong.

"Let go of me," Sakura growled grabbing at his arms wrapped around her waist and attempting to physically remove him from her person.

Glancing around wildly, she looked for someone she knew to help her.

"Naruto!" Sakura shouted, waving wildly when she spotted him a few feet away.

His bright orange shirt was easy to pick out among the people, and she was thankful for that.

"Help me!" she screamed when she caught his attention.

Frowning, Naruto made his way to her and shoved the other guy off of Sakura.

"She isn't interested jackass," he growled, quickly grabbing her wrist and pulling her towards him, wrapping his arms around her protectively.

"What's up, Sakura-chan?" he asked as he released her, glaring at the guy as he stalked away, "Why was that jackass dry humping you?

Sakura shrugged, "I was dancing until that guy decided that I'd… suit his needs."

Naruto laughed loudly, "I should introduce you to my friend Sasuke. You can drag him along with you to keep all the other creeps at bay."

"I can't do that to your friend," Sakura protested, "I don't even know him… and I wouldn't have this problem if Ino didn't dress me up like some sort of kinky present."

Her blonde friend rolled his eyes affectionately, "Sasuke-teme doesn't do anything but sit on his ass during parties anyways, and Sakura-chan, guys would still be drooling over you if you dressed in a potato sack… and Sasuke could get them to back off! Nobody ever messes with Sasuke-teme."

"Wonderful imagery," Sakura scoffed at the potato sack comment as she followed him.


"Neh, Sakura-chan," Naruto called to her as he stopped before a couch where his best friend was seated.

"Hey, Sakura-chan, I'd like you to meet-"

His introduction was suddenly cut short when Sakura screeched an indignant "YOU!"

Chuckling awkwardly, Naruto rubbed his neck.

"I see you've met each other?"

Sakura nodded and turned towards him, still pointing at Sasuke as she whined.

"How can you be friends with someone so conceited? I sat on the couch earlier because my feet hurt and he thought I was hitting on him!"

Naruto just shrugged while flashing Sasuke a grin over the furious little females head between them.

Sasuke smirked and rolled his eyes.

"Sakura-chan," Naruto tried to placate her, "Lots of girls try hitting on Sasuke. It's rare when one isn't."

Sakura just rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, "Well obviously, I must be an exception."

Naruto grinned again, as Sasuke smirked before chucking softly.

"Yes," Naruto agreed, "You're the exception to quite a few things."

Arching an eyebrow, Sakura tired not to be insulted as she scoffed, "Thanks for reminding me."

"I meant it in a good way, Sakura-chan!"

She shrugged, but didn't say anything.

"Sasuke-teme, would you mind shadowing Sakura for a bit? Some jackasses keep trying to get frisky on the dance floor."

"I don't dance," was his blunt reply.

Naruto rolled his eyes, "Sakura can teach you, it won't kill you to be social once in a while."

Smirking, Sasuke chuckled, "Why risk it?"

"My thoughts exactly," Sakura giggled, smiling at Sasuke.

"I believe we got off on the wrong start, I'm Haruno Sakura."

Sasuke briefly looked at her hand, "Uchiha Sasuke."

She nodded, and then turned to Naruto.

"What time is it?"

Naruto shrugged, "Ah, about one I would assume."

"Are you kidding me? I must have been dancing longer than I though."

She sighed loudly, and turned to face Sasuke.

"Well, this has been great and all, but I need to get going. I could teach you to dance some other day."

Naruto frowned, "So soon?"

Sakura nodded, "I have class tomorrow morning, Naruto."

He shrugged, accepting her answer, "Well, Sasuke-teme can walk you to your car and make sure you don't get raped."

Eyes widening, Sakura gasped, "Rape? What the hell type of party are you throwing?!"

Naruto laughed, ignoring her comment as he walked away leaving Sasuke and Sakura staring at each other awkwardly.

When Sasuke stood suddenly, Sakura openly gaped as he walked away from her.

'He won't even walk me to my car? How unemotional can you get? What if I get raped?'

To busy stressing to herself inwardly, Sakura didn't notice when Sasuke stopped walking and turned around to look at her.

"Hurry up," he chastised her while smirking, "Or I won't walk you to your car."

With relief surging through her, Sakura smiled brilliantly at the fact she didn't have to fight of guy looking to get into her pants as she tried to escape this hell house.

Quickly making her way to Sasuke's side, she latched onto his arm as they plowed their way to the door.

Glancing down at her, Sasuke smirked at her wide eyes.

It was obvious that she probably didn't get out much.

When they exited the house and stood in the driveway, Sasuke glanced around the street.

"Which car is yours?"

Sakura smiled, "A blue Volkswagen bug."

"You mean the one driving away?" Sasuke questioned, pointing to the only powder blue Volkswagen bug driving down the street.

Sakura screamed.

Stomping away from Sasuke, Sakura began to walk down the street the exact opposite way that her car had gone.

"Where are you going?" Sasuke called as he jogged to catch up with her.

Sakura frowned at him, "If I'm going to get any sleep tonight before finals, I need to start walking now. Otherwise it'll be forever by the time I get home."

Grabbing her wrist, Sasuke forced her to stop walking and placed his hands on her shoulders.

"Breathe," he instructed, squeezing her shoulders lightly when she refused to cooperate.

"Now, didn't you arrive at this party with Ino? I'm sure she can drive you home."

Sakura simply shook her head no.

"I'd be surprised if she hadn't already left with at least a car full of men by now."

Sasuke snorted before nodding his head, "Hn, did you recognized anyone else here?"

"No one that I'd ask for a ride," Sakura wailed her distress bubbling up again.

"Only Naruto and Hinata and they live here."

Grabbing her wrist again, Sasuke pulled her along with him before she could do anything irrational again.

"Hn. Well, I'm leaving anyways so I'll just drop you off at your house."

Sakura paused mid-step and smiled up at him.

"Thanks Sasuke-kun," she breathed, glad she didn't have to walk home in the dark.

He nodded vaguely again as he approached the garage and entered a combination causing the doors to open.

She could only gawk at the motorcycle he rolled out.

"Oh, um… wow," she squeaked meekly as she gazed at the imposing vehicle.

Sasuke chuckled before tossing her the extra helmet while he slid on his own.

Noticing that she had no idea what to do, he pitied her and helped her pull it on.

Slowly and deliberately, he got on his bike while she watched what he did.

Mimicking his actions, Sakura got on behind him and quickly wrapped her arms around his waist for balance.

When his bike roared to life, Sakura let out another squeal of surprise causing Sasuke to chuckle at her over the loud rumble.

"Oh my," Sakura breathed, tightening her grip around his waist with one hand, while using the other to keep her dress down as she rested her head against his broad back.


Sakura was thankful that Sasuke was good with direction.

She doubted that she would have been able to yell it to him over the loud rumble of his bike.

That, and she couldn't stop screaming whenever he sped up or took a sharp turn.

He did it so often, Sakura was sure he did it just to make her squeal.

When he pulled up along side her house and turned off the bike, Sakura quickly got off and fought to keep her sense of balance.

Loosing that battle, she fell on her butt with another squeak.

Smirking, Sasuke pulled off his helmet and set it on his bike before helping her up.

"You have your key?" he asked as she pulled off her helmet and dusted her bottom.

"Oh no," she groaned before running towards the front door.

It was locked, along with any other possible entrance to the house.

"What about the garage?" Sasuke asked when he noticed her desperation.

Sakura looked about to cry, "I keep the door that leads into the house locked."

"Afraid of home invasion much?" he teased, attempting to make the conversation light.

"Yeah, well you try being a girl who lives by herself."

Sighing again, Sakura pondered on what to do.

"Turn around," she suddenly instructed causing to Sasuke to arch an eyebrow.

When he didn't listen, Sakura huffed before sticking her hand down the front of her dress, right between her breasts.

Sasuke's eyebrow shot up to his hairline until Sakura pulled out her phone and quickly sent Ino a text message.

"Ino has my spare key," Sakura explained, "And hopefully she'll be sober before noon and will be able to get it to me."

She didn't seem to think anything of it as she shoved her phone back into place.

When he continued to stare at her incredulously, Sakura let out an irritated, "What Sasuke?"

Deliberately, Sasuke moved his gaze from her face to her breast before moving back up again.

"What? Oh! Ah, ha-ha I don't have any pockets, and that's the only place that I can keep my phone with me."

Sasuke nodded, "Well, what about keys?"

Sakura shook her head no, "Ino usually keeps mine in her purse, which usually always gets stolen so you'd think I'd learn my lesson by now."

Once again, she became agitated as she berated herself.

Running another hand through her hair, Sakura quickly wrapped her arms around her body as she shivered from the cool night air.

"Um, thanks for the ride," Sakura smiled pleasantly as she took a few steps back towards her house.

"Where are you going?" Sasuke asked from his position leant against his bike.

"Uh, I'm just going to wait on my porch until Ino comes."

"That's stupid," Sasuke stated as he pushed himself off of his bike and walked over towards her with the spare helmet in his hands.

He gently placed it on her head before strapping it into place and grabbing her hand and pulling her towards his bike.

"I may be slightly conceited, but I'm not a jerk."

Shrugging off his large leather jacket, he motioned for her to put her arms out before he placed it upon her.

It completely engulfed her petite form, and it was rather attractive, not that he'd ever mention it out loud.

Ramming his own helmet onto his head as he swung his legs over the bike, Sasuke waited until she was settled behind him and wrapped both of her arms around his waist.

She only flinched this time when his bike roared to life and sped down the street towards where she could only guess where he lived.


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