Hello there. This yet another SasuSaku. Surprise, surprise! Well not really... Anyway, this is my second story. I need motivation to continue so reviews, favourites and even the critical judgement bitchy comments are more than welcome. ^_^

Anyway, I don't know whether to portray Sasori as the good guy or the bad guy. Let me know what are your thoughts on this first chapter, then I might have some ideas on what to do next. Thank you guys! :D

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Sasuke Uchiha.

Sasuke Uchiha. 18 years old. Known as the infamous "Hottest Walking Ice Cube". 5'9, basketball player, tennis leader, Kendo captain, part of the swimming team and so forth. Perfect grades, a breed of the perfectionist, not to mention one of the richest clans, the Uchiha, and undoubtly one of the smartest guys in Konoha High. Well toned muscles, tall physique and pale skin that contrast his onyx eyes and his midnight black hair which spikes perfectly in all directions. Fan girls cling, scream and drool to him. Basically he's capable of everything and with just one click of his long delicate yet masculine fingers, he is capable of getting everything he desires. Sasuke Uchiha is one of the most popular, perfect, immaculate prince charmings in Konoha High. What's that got to do with me, you ask? Well, he is also my best friend. My only friend. Despite his perfection, this person is possibly the most arrogant, egoistic, impassive individual I know. I've known him for five years now. I know a lot about him. I can read him like an open book, decipher his hidden emotions by looking him in the eyes, knows his habits and hates. I know him like the palm of my hand. We are the complete opposite of each other. I guess opposites do attract but what if the feeling is not mutual? Yeah, my secret one-sided love only exists in my heart only and will be kept well hidden for eternity. I know I will never cross Sasuke's mind that way. Not that I'm complaining, I'm satisfied with my role. I'm the best friend. I'm contented with just his presence and his company, I don't want to ask for more. Love cause expectations which leads to disappointment and rejection colliding to depression and chaos which damages mental stability and ends with a shattered heart. No matter how hard I convince myself that it will never happen I still can't help but dream. Dream of the future. Of our future. Even though I can fully distinguished the difference between my fantasy and the hurtful truth of reality. I can't help it...

I'm Sakura Haruno. 17 years old. Love-struck teenager. Average height of 5'2. My pink hair is probably my most striking feature and no it's not artificially dyed, believe it or not nor I have inherited it from my parents, great-grandparents, distant relatives etc. I was informed at a young age that it was a genetic mutation although I was a very healthy child, strong and happily kicking and screaming gasping for my first oxygen forcing it into my lungs when I first came out of this world. I despised the colour pink.I hate the colour of my hair. It caused me pain when I was younger but gradually I ended up liking it. It reminds me of a very special memory. The first time I met him.

Tears. Sobs. I blinked as rolls of big, crystal tears continue to fall like waterfalls on my cheeks. Hiccups and sobs escaped my plump lips. My vision blurred with hot tears. I could hear mocking and taunting voices. I want them to leave me alone. Everyone is laughing, but why does it feel so wrong? Why am I the only one crying. I hugged my knees, as if it was shielding me from all the sneering laughs and the pointed fingers.

"Ugly!" One shouted followed by more vicious laughs. I could feel an invinsible lump in my throat starting to form. It felt very uncomfortable. I don't like this feeling. I want to run. To escape but it was impossible to get away from this. Hell. I was surrounded there's no escape.

"Say something ugly!" One of them demanded in a loud, deep voice. Irritated by no response, the 12 year old kicked her side. I groaned mentally as my fall impact the ground with a loud thud. I will not give them a sense of satisfaction even though tears continued to fall endlessly. I wish the ground would just swallow me up. I want to disappear and vanish from this world. I want everyone to forget about this pathetic girl who can't even stand up for herself. The voices were unbearable. Each laughs were like painful punches to her.

"Forehead girl, you're hair is so ugly. You're better off bald!" More laughs. More sneering. More voices. I want it to stop. I clutched the ground, I could smell blood and earth, mixed, it waas almost sickly. I got beaten up again, the third time this week. It was because of my pink hair accompanied with my apple green eyes. A weird combination, and most girls loathed me for this. I was the new girl. My grades were outstanding and the school decided to accelerate me a grade up. I hated it. I didn't want to. I wasn't showing off like they accused me of. I wasn't being arrogant because I answered correctly in class and achieved the highest grade. I just try but I guess people can interpret actions differently. That's why I'm here. On the ground. Crying and helpless. Like a weakling. So pathetic. I wanted it all to stop. "Stop" I murmured softly almost inaudibly.

"Stop." A voice commanded firmly with authority.

"Sasuke-kun!" One of the girls squealed, her high pitched voice ringing in my ears. I forced my head to look up fearfully. In front of me was an unfamiliar figure. His gaze was on me, staring at me intently. Is he going to join them and beat me up? I resigned from my position, shifting uncomfortably. His onyx eyes were fixated on me. Our eyes met. Black meets emerald. It hypnotised me, as I felt like he was reading each hidden thoughts. What felt like a second was like an eternity to me. A cough broke off the contact.

"Can you please stop staring at Sasuke-kun like that, Forehead Girl?" The blonde girl with blue eyes demanded. She was glaring at me, as if telling me to back off. Before I could reply, she turned around to Sasuke and cling onto him possessively. I turned my gaze away.

"Get off me, Ino." Sasuke ordered and without a word Ino untangled herself unwillingly.

"Eh Sasuke-kun, we were just teaching Forehead Girl a less-"

"Why were you beating her up?" He asked stoically. I looked at him trying to analyse his expression. Is he concerned? He couldn't be. I'm just another stranger to him. I bit my lip unconsciously to hid ethe pang of disappointment.

"Eh.." Ino stuttered, the gang of girls looked down on the ground shamefully. Sasuke was glaring at them as if accusing them that it's their fault. It was almost as if he cared. A total stranger caring and protecting her? No, it can't be true. I felt that pang of disappointment once again.

"Leave her alone from now on." He interrupted my thoughts with his cold exterior. Before I could react, he walked towards me and grabbed my wrists. It was forceful but his warmth was quite inviting. His hand touched my wrist. Cold met warm which caused my heart to quicken and skip a beat. Confusion was drawn all over my face. He continued dragging me despite all the envious murmurs and the glaring loos. I never felt so nervous before. All attention was focused on us. I can hear my heartbeat drumming my chest, so loud, every beat was excruciating yet it filled me with thrills. I've never felt like this before . Feeling the blood rushed up to my flushed face, I turned away hoping he won't turn around and look at me. Embarrassed, I looked at the ground again, hoping it would swallow me up as if again. As if reading my thoughts, he turned around and looked at me. I met his gaze. His intent impassive dark orbs bore onto mine. Then the least expected thing happened, his face curved a little smile as his eyes glimmered softly, so welcoming and friendly.

"Don't worry. I'm here."