A/N: This story has nothing to do with the Butterfly series. This is completely different, a two shot. I have yet to write the next chapter, and will do so when inspiration strikes. Unfortunately, my muse is busy with school (damn).

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He stumbled back awkwardly, having not expected her to just jump him like that. Honestly, he'd known she'd liked him for sometime, but not that badly…

Admittedly, he was enjoying the kiss none the less. Apparently she wasn't the prude he'd thought she was, especially considering the way she kissed.

He smirked against her lips as she groaned, but it wasn't for the reasons he thought.

In stead of the pleasure-filled moans he expected, he got an irritated growl, and suddenly found himself stumbling backwards as she stalked out of the garage, and down the street, towards a strange boy with silver hair!

He stood there for a few moments, trying to make sense of what had just happened. Sakura had been kissing him, really kissing him, and then she'd pushed him, and ran off!

"Unbelievable…" he whispered to no one. This had never happened to him. He'd done it to girls plenty of times before, but never had he been the target of this particular act.

Uchiha Sasuke had just gotten caught up in a kiss and run.

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"Nothing! Absolutely nothing! Not a single butterfly, or firework! Not even a sparkler! It was like kissing my grams, Hidan." Sakura said angrily, waving her arms around, and nearly feeding him her ice cream cone.

The silver-haired teen just stared at his friend rather blankly, as if asking why she was subjecting him to such torture. It was one thing to see it, but then to have it described to you in detail? Not to say that he wasn't pleased with the result - Sakura has no feelings for Sasuke, let's celebrate! - but did she really have to explain it, play by play?

It was like watching someone fling a kitten off a roof in slow motion, and Hidan really liked kittens.

"I just don't get it, Hidan…I mean, I'd liked him for so long. And now…Ugh! Am I ever going to find my prince charming?!" she grumbled, glaring at her ice cream cone.

"So the bastards not "the one." It's not like it's the end of the fucking world. I'm sure there're plenty of other fish in the sea." he grumbled, stuffing one hand in the pocket, while he held his ice cream cone in the other. "Hell, maybe the guy you're looking for it someone close to you." Hint, hint.

"Your dripping." Sakura said suddenly, and Hidan turned to her, blinking. "Huh?" he asked, and watched her gesture to his vanilla cone.

"Fuck!" he cursed, holding the thing away from him, as if it were diseased.

"Here," Sakura said, and leaned forward, licking the melted ice cream off of his knuckles, and taking a large bite off the top for good measure. "Mmmm," she mumbled, and returned to her chocolate chunk.

Hidan-

Well, Hidan was sort of stunned stupid. Had she just…? He unconsciously licked his lips, and awkwardly brought the cone back towards him, unsure of whether or not he should continue to eat it.

"Jeez, Hidan, I don't have cooties, I promise." the pink-haired girl said with the roll of her eyes, apparently forgetting about her supposed prince charming (one Uchiha Sasuke) for the time being.

He stared at her for a moment, his mouth working but no words coming out. Until, finally, "I-I'm just not hungry, is all…" he said quietly, telling himself over and over that his cheeks were warm because it was so hot out today.

He tossed his cone out as they passed a garbage can.

"Hey! I would've eaten that!" Sakura said, and then added, a little more quietly, "What a waste…"

Hidan gave her an incredulous look, and glanced pointedly at her cone. "You haven't even finished your chocolate chunk." he pointed out.

She blinked, glancing down at her ice cream, and then turned back to him, sticking out her tongue. Such actions caused Hidan's blush ("It's not a blush, it's the heat! The heat!") to deepen ("The heat!!"), and he quickly adverted his gaze to his bright red converse.

There was a long, comfortable (at least, for Sakura) silence, as Sakura licked her cone, and Hidan took to staring at his fascinating, brightly colored shoes.

"Well, we're here!" Sakura said suddenly, causing her companion to look up.

"Yeah, lookit that." he said dully, staring up at Sakura's house, with the mahogany door, and that stupid fucking white picket fence.
Hidan turned to her, opened his mouth to say something, but Sakura piped up, "Well, see you tomorrow." before he could even get the words out. And then she was walking along the path to the front door, and he could've called back to her, really, but the soles of his shoes had apparently melted, and were keeping him stuck to the ground ("Why do you betray me now, converse?!") and there was this cat, digging it's evil little claws into his tongue ("But I like cat's, remember?!").

And that was that. Done and over with. Sakura was inside, probably getting ready for dinner, and there he stood, like the idiot he was, gaping at nothing.

It took him a few minutes, but he finally got a hold of himself, and headed for home.

It was ridiculous, really. The very thought of it was simply ridiculous. Because she was his best friend, and best friends didn't date each other. They just didn't. And he was a sick bastard for even considering it, he told himself.

He was barely half a block away from her house when he heard it, his name being carried by the wind. In one ear, out the other.
He turned around just in time to save his pink haired friend from her introduction with the sidewalk. "Sakur—mmpffhh." Eyes wide, he blinked in absolute confusion as Sakura pressed her soft pink lips against his chapped ones. It didn't take very long for him to go with the flow.

But just as he was really getting into it, she pulled away. "Ah, much better." she breathed, but offered no explanation for her actions. In stead, she spun around on her heel, summer dress dancing, and headed back the way she came. She called over her shoulder, "Ja ne, Hidan-kun! I'll see you tomorrow!"

He had just been the victim of a kiss and run.

Hidan sputtered, indignant and flustered. He yelled back, "Y-Yeah, well, whatever, you little fucking tart!" His response was met with a giggle, and it made him blush even deeper.

("I'm not blushing, damnit!! It's the fucking heat! Fuck you!")