Sasuke lay on his bed, an arm covering his eyes. He had been training all day and he needed to sleep. Yet, his mind was plagued with thoughts of he and Orochimaru's new "maid." Sakura had found Sasuke passed out in the forest as she was returning from a mission one night. She pressured Sasuke into letting her come with him as a medical nin. to heal him in his endeavors. However, he had yet to be injured and Orochimaru kept her away from him. He would let her around Sasuke when he wanted her to bring him a tray of food or deliver a message. Other than that, the pinkette wasn't allowed to be in Sasuke's presence. Orochimaru simply did not want, nor need, Sasuke getting distracted by a girl. If she were to start having an effect on him, he might lose focus or be so bold as to turn on him. So Sasuke had no idea what she was doing in the spare time Orochimaru didn't have her bustling around the hideout. He didn't like the fact that she could be alone with him or Kabuto, who knows what they'd do to her. Someone knocked on his door but he didn't respond, waiting for them to say who it was.

"Sasuke-kun? Orochimaru-sama wanted me to bring you lunch." Sakura muttered at the door.

"Come in." He growled. As she stepped into the room, Sasuke twitched. She was wearing a VERY short red skirt and a red kimono crop top, revealing a VERY flat midriff. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun with chopsticks and her bangs were flipped to one side and pinned, a few strands clinging to her forehead. "What the hell are you wearing?" Sasuke hissed.

"Err…Something Orochimaru told me to wear…" She mumbled, setting down a tray of food.

"Hn. Well, tell him I said that I don't like it and you need something different." He growled, twitching.

"Tell him yourself! I don't need him getting all creepy and upset with me!" She snapped. "And why do you care what I wear, Sasuke-kun?" She asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Fine. I don't care what you wear, but I don't like this because it doesn't fit your personality. It's too revealing, like something Ino would wear." He muttered. Sakura wanted to giggle at the reference to Ino dressing trampy, but she just glared at him.

"How would you know what I'm like these days?" She hissed.

"Whatever. I don't care about who you are these days; you're still just as annoying as you used to be." He grumbled.

"Then don't concern yourself with what I wear…or don't wear." She smirked. Suddenly she was face down on the floor, her hands were pinned behind her back and someone was pressed up against her. "S-Sasuke-kun!" She screeched.

"This is why I want you to change. It's too revealing and you're too easy to take advantage of, Sakura. You're weak and can't do anything in a situation like this." He snarled, pushing forward more with his hip and making her whimper. Then he released her arms and backed away from her. She stood up and rubbed the dirt off of her knees.

"Ow. Sasuke-kun, that hurt." She pouted, rubbing the cheek that had been pressed against the floor.

"I don't care." He huffed. "I don't have the time to constantly save and protect you just because you make stupid choices." He said harshly. Yet, instead of being hurt, Sakura chuckled. Then she turned to him, smirking.

"Why would you bother protecting someone you don't care about and find annoying, Sasuke-kun?" She grinned.

Faint flush.

Twitch twitch.

Busted.