ranging from fear to exhaustion. Would they accept him back? He tried telling himself that he didn't care, but in reality he did. Suddenly, Sakura appeared in the crowd. Her arms were crossed
and she looked pissed. He stopped. She walked up to him.
"Sasuke."
"Sakura."
"So, do you think I'm going to run into your arms weeping like I would've when I was twelve and stupid?"
"No, of course not." He answered. She stumbled closer and he smelt the alcohol. Shit, Sakura and a sake bottle were never a good combination. He'd watched her rip people's
hair out in bar room brawls (of course, they were twelve and shouldn't have been drinking anyway, but that didn't stop them.)
Suddenly, before he could stop her, she picked him up by the collar. He protested, but she held tight and glared into his eyes.
"You abandoned the village, abandoned ME, left me to cry my eyes out , joined the Akatsuki for God's sake and you have the nerve to show your face in the village again?"
"I was being controlled by Madara!"
"Not when you left the village you weren't!"
"I was barely 13 then! I'm not the same person!"
She dropped him. "Take me out to a nice restauraunt and I MIGHT forgive you."
"...Pick you up at eight?"
"You'd better."