New Story! Okay, I'm sorry. I know I should be working on "Lost in the Darkness"-Please check it out if you haven't- But this just popped into my head like two days ago, so I had to get it out. I don't think it will be very long, less than 20 chapters, but I hope you all enjoy it.

Without further ado, my new baby...

"Going Home"

His greedy hands took as much as they could as his eager lips left a trail of saliva down her neck, through the valley of her breasts, and past her stomach, until they had her gasping and pulling at his hair. He groaned as she pulled him back up her body, so that their chests were flushed and he could feel her heart pounding in her chest; pounding for him. He pushed into her, delighting in her gasp and the firm grip that she held on him. The movement of their bodies made his head dizzy and filled with her, her chilled hands left goose bumps as they explored his body as well. His breathing was unsteady and harsh, allowing her to giggle at him and place sweet kisses along his cheeks and jaw. He breathed as her lips latched onto his pulse, so with every beat of his heart was echoed by movement and her breathless gasps.

Pulling her ever closer, he filled her as much as her body would allow, but even as he reached completion, some part of his mind murmured that it wasn't enough.

It would never be enough…

Dark eyes revealed themselves for a split second, before they snapped shut against the light filtering through the room. After a few seconds, his sleep-filled brain emerged from its haze to take in his surroundings. Besides the warmth bathing his exposed back, the dark-haired man became aware of a different source of heat being supplied to his front. With a grunt, he squeezed the girl wrapped in his arms closer to him, burying his face into her hair, which was warm from the sunlight pouring in behind him.

"Sakura." He sigh her name and sifted her closer. A giggle was the response, causing his lips to tilt up into a smirk, hidden by the waves of hair.

"Sakina, silly, not Sakura." The statement was followed by another giggle, oblivious to the man's sudden rigidness. The impossibly dark eyes revealed themselves again, this time he forced his eyes to stare blankly ahead until they adjusted to the light. Once accomplished, he glanced down at the woman in his arms. She was beautiful, as was the norm, with long black hair and large doe eyes. He blinked, and then he placed a smirk on his chiseled face.

"Sakina, right." The girl flipped onto her stomach, the sheet barely covering her bottom, and propped herself on her elbows while looking back at him mischievously while nodding slowly to confirm that he had the right name. He continued, "As much as I would love to stay in bed with a beautiful woman such as yourself, I've got to go to work in about," he paused to glance at the clock resting on the black nightstand past her shoulder, "a half hour." The girl's plump lips turned down and with a huff she rose from the bed, seemingly uncaring of her naked body.

The dark-haired man wasted no time in rolling his eyes once her bare back was too him. Typical. Most women knew that a one-night stand was a one-night stand; however, some of these younger ones, barely of legal age, weren't exactly up to speed on how the situation worked.

Well it doesn't help I cuddled her all night long. The man sneered at himself as he sat up in bed, careful to cover his legs as the girl was still dressing behind him. "Che." He rose and the sheet dropped to reveal a muscular build, not an ounce of fat covered him thanks to a commitment to the gym a few floors down. The girl stopped, slightly bent in the process of placing her left stiletto on, to admire the beauty of his backside. Feeling her gaze on him, he glanced to the side, not quite looking at her. "The door is right there." He made a jerking motion to the left, and then proceeded to tune out her outrageous gasp and stomping to the front door, a slam marked her departure.

The man rolled his eyes at her actions once more, it wasn't the first time this scene had played out in his house, and it definitely wouldn't be the last. He moved to the sleek dresser to pull on a pair of sweats, letting them hang low on his hips, before he moved to lean against the window wall which had let in all of the blinding light to his penthouse bedroom. Leaning a shoulder against the thick glass, his dark eyes stared multiple stories down to the tiny figures of people and cars, bustling by in a never-ending parade, but this was New York, Manhattan to be specific, and as the saying went, it was "the city that never sleeps".

With a glare, the tiny specs became distant as the man was lost to his thoughts. It wasn't often that he would confuse the dream with reality, but when he did…He slammed a fist onto the glass and rested his forehead on it, he felt frustrated and weak for letting such a thing control his actions.

It was a dream for God's sake, well, it was more of a memory; a memory that replayed in his dreams over and over. A frown curved his seemingly perfect lips down in distaste. The dream/memory didn't occur randomly either, which made him even more frustrated and fed up with the thing. At first it hadn't bothered him, while in college, he figured that it was natural to have the dream after a night of sex, muscle memory probably triggering it from the recesses of his mind; however as college passed and he began his career, quickly climbing to the top, and living the life he had aspired for in the little dingy town of his childhood, the dream followed him.

What annoyed him was that it was always the same dream, of that night, with her. It wasn't ever of his many escapades with more beautiful women, no it had to be of the clumsy night with a mere girl in his hometown, a place he never wanted to go back to, yet he was pulled back to that evening in his small room, more than ten years ago, almost every other night.

It was as if she was chaining him to his past, one that he wanted to forget for the most part. He shook his head as he pushed away from the large window and moved towards his kitchen, still in thought. That was crazy; the girl was different, like him. She wanted to get out just as badly as he did, and she had the potential to do it. In fact, he toyed with the notion while putting on a pot of coffee that she was probably in a large city like him, working in one of the large hospitals on the west coast, the place she aspired to escape to, living happily, meeting new people, meeting new men. He frowned unconsciously.

He strode towards the bathroom, intent on taking a shower and ridding himself of the smell of sex and the girl that had just stormed out of the apartment. His journey was interrupted by the buzzing of his cell phone on the counter. With a raised eyebrow, he did a one-eighty, and made his way to the object, picking it up to see the unknown number. With a mental shrug, he flipped the device open.

"Hello." His baritone voice rang out in the empty apartment more than it should have.

"Sasuke?" A dark eyebrow rose at the voice from the past, one he hadn't heard in a very long time. What a coincidence he mentally scoffed.

"This is he."

Prologue only, the chapters themselves will be a little longer. Please review!