Authoress' Note: Another story-ish… well, story. Sort of an early spring drabble. I wanted to continue it, but I don't think there will be much of a continuation. Maybe this will serve as my plot bunny, or something. I dunno. Enjoy this bit of SasuSaku. THEY PWN!

P.S. Sadly, the title only has a tiny bit to do with the story. It's not a very good one… -sighs in disappointment-

P.S.S. It was hard trying to keep Sasuke in Character while trying to progress in the story…

Disclaimer: They day I own Naruto, the day Kishimoto-sama will sue me. -sighs- I don't own Naruto.

The Four Seasons

Seasone One: Spring

Sasuke/Sakura

Spring will mark the beginning of something new, or so I've heard, she thought to herself. Starting off fresh this school year… it feels nice. After such a comfortable thought, she smiled to herself.

She walked with a pep in her step, finding the start of the new season rejuvenating. It truly was a time to start a new. The weather was undoubtedly warmer, and the flowers blooming seemed to prove that. Sakura always assumed flowers were happy, in a way, what with the way they gave off fresh scents and displayed their vibrant colors to the world.

It was a silly take on them, she knew—because plants had nothing to show the world, the couldn't speak—but she never was one to accept the conventional perceptions of things.

As she walked on the wide concrete path leading to her school, she studied the pink petals littering the walkway. Such soft, dainty things they were, doing nothing but being blown away from trees, but still manage to spark hope, and joy, and every other pleasant quality in human emotion.

That feeling was a bit comforting—knowing that everyone was happy in their own way. The source: simple petals.

But that has to be impossible, she thought, despite the joyful image she was creating in her mind. There's no way in hell that everyone in Japan is happy because of these things. Nothing is ever entirely perfect… no matter how it seems. She sighed, mood suddenly somewhat sullen, before glancing up at the clear sky. She squinted her eyes, as to not to blind herself by the sun.

"But," she muttered to herself, directing her emerald eyes to a Sakura tree. "I don't have anything to worry about, so why should I sulk? Oh yeah, school." Sakura huffed, before allowing her shoulders to slouch in an unladylike and uncomfortable manner. Perhaps my first day as a third year could start tomorrow.

Shrugging the thought aside, she glanced at her watch. It was roughly thirty minutes before eight o' clock, so the only thing the girl had at that time to do was "Kill time," she muttered.

A white tree caught the corner of her eye, and she proceeded to take a seat underneath. It was cool, and provided a comfortable shade. After setting her book bag to her side, she extracted a romance novel.

An utter romance-y, romance novel.

The day that Ino had caught her with one, she claimed that Sakura only read them because she wanted to experience what could never happen to her. 'It's all about the frilly romance and beautiful men,' Ino had said. 'And all those perfect little quaint romances that could never actually happen. No. way. In. Hell.'

And that may have been true to some extent, but Ino wasn't one to talk. It may not have seemed so, but Sakura knew why she hadn't seen so much of Ino over summer vacation. She was too busy drawling—eww—and gushing—disgusting—over her new love interest. Whom, one might add, was with Ino twenty four seven.

So typical, she thought, Ditch me for some guy.

Sakura opened the hardcover book, instantly engrossing herself.

When a cool breeze blew, unfortunately, she lost grip of the item. Her emerald eyes widened, before discovering that nature wasn't the cause of her misfortune. In fact, it was the contrary. It was a male, a very beautiful male.

"'White Roses,'" The person muttered the name of the name of the novel, as if genuinely interested. "Nice to know you didn't change much over the winter." When the male glanced up, her insides instantly went uneasy.

When emerald eyes met onyx, time seemed to suddenly stop. She studied his face—flawless pale skin, and a face bordered with sleek navy hair—despite all she wanted to say, no words came out.

In a silver-tongued tone, he asked, "Miss me much, Sakura?" After which, he smirk at the blankness of her face.

"You…" She began breathlessly. She blinked, as if the image before her would soon dissipate. "You're…" A pause. "You're… You are… THE BIGGEST IDIOT I'VE EVER KNOWN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!"

He scowled—perhaps he had misinterpreted. Weren't boyfriends and girlfriends supposed to want to see each other after an extended period of time? He thought so… but the scream was certainly telling him otherwise.

"Did you lose you cell phone?! Your house phone?! My number?! My address?! What stopped you from contacting me for two months? Huh?!" She grabbed the boy's uniform, pulling his face forward. "Well?!"

He narrowed his eyes as he strained himself to not topple over her. He was in a crouching position, and feared that if he allowed himself to fall on her body he would be castrated. She was, after all, upset enough.

"What a stupid question to ask… Hell yeah I missed you! You could have been dead for all I know! I could have been dead!" She narrowed her eyes when he did not speak. "Damn you make me angry! You make me wanna… wanna…!"

The kiss she initialed by pulling his clothes toward he body seemed to be more from panic than anything else. He was painfully aware of how tight her small hand was clutching his clothes, and that her knuckles may have been turning white.

He was painfully aware of how hard she was breathing.

He was painfully aware of how her body temperature was rising

And he was painfully aware that is was all his fault.

Sakura pushed him away, and thankfully for him, she seemed to calm down in the slightest. She faced away from him, a sadness lingering in her eyes. "I can't even look at you. Don't you care about me at all? At least half as much as I care about you?"

This was bad.

A sad Sakura.

Sakura was never sad.

Maybe he should have called… Truth be told, nothing important had to be done in the time he did not call her. So, he did forget. But not because he didn't care, he did, it was just…

Come on dammit, think…

"I've been hearing lately—"

Sakura intercepted bitterly, "Don't feed me bullshit. If you forgot just say so," she said softly. So much so that it seemed she didn't want him to hear at all.

He sighed at her mood, and the fact that she was just plain difficult. "You see Sakura, truth be told, if I heard your voice, I'd only want more, and that'd drive me crazy, understand? I didn't want just part of you, I wanted it all. Call me greedy..."

And gullible Sakura believed him. There was a twinkle in her eyes there was, at his sugary words. Unfortunately, as soon as it had appeared, it was gone. "You feed me lies," she hissed, "What's a relationship if I can't trust you? Hmm? Hmm?!"

"Exactly," he whispered, narrowing his onyx eyes. "Why don't you work on that?" Choosing to allow the situation to work out itself, the male stood, walking in the direction of the school. "Stay there and you'll be late, idiot."

She frowned, I'm not the one with trust issues… wait… maybe… Damn! I just let him get away with insulting me! That asshole! Sakura, enraged, ran after him. "Sasuke, you bastard!"

Authoress' Note: Please disregard the above authoress' note. The title is sufficient, seeing as how I'va made this into a four chapter story. With the theme being of course, seasons. Four seasons, four pairing: NaruHina, SasuSaku, NejiTen, InoShika. Good deal?

Alright, now, don't bitch at me for Sasuke's OOCness. You try writing a happy fic where Sasuke is in character. It's possible, but I don't think I can do it.

Please, review.