Two days later Sakura was already moving her stuff in, mostly boxes she could carry herself, but for the big stuff like her desk and dresser she dragged Sasori and his friend Deidara along to help. Like usual, they were bickering.

"I still don't understand why I couldn't have the drums!" Sakura said as she set a box down in front of her closet, her back to Sasori who was flopped on her bed after dragging her extremely wooden and way too heavy dresser into her room, with minimal help from Deidara too.

"Simple, they're mine," he said not budging.

"So what? I'm the only one that can play them," Sakura said giving him a dirty look. He was about ready to fall asleep right there on her mattress.

She threw a shoe at him.

"Get off your lazy ass and help me nimrod."

"No."

"Sasori," she growled.

"Sakura," he mimicked glancing up at her.

"You lazy Neanderthal of a brother, get off your doll loving ass and help me bring up my desk or so help me-"

"I'm sorry, I can't hear you over your colossal forehead!"

"Fuck you, you pansy ass sloth!"

"Ouch, that's no way to speak to your wonderful amazing loving older brother," he said sitting up. Sakura rolled her eyes at him, and he smiled. "You're getting to be so grown up Sak," Sasori said in a softer more serious tone, as he got off the bed to stretch, "it's hard to believe you're moving out."

"Don't start going all mushy and weepy on me sir, you suggested I moved out!" Sakura yelled she knew if he started getting emotional, she would too.

"Chill the fuck out Sakura, and you know it's for the best, it's been six months since your accident and he's still after you even though we paid our debt and got out," Sasori said with a dark expression.

"I got out," Sakura whispered.

"What?"

"I got out," she said a little louder, "I got out and you're still stuck with him!"

"And that's exactly why you're here now, he doesn't know where you moved to, and he doesn't run this side of Konoha, you're safe! I don't want you to get involved anymore, I can take care of my debts on my own I don't want you getting hurt again."

Sakura remained silent, she knew her brother was right. She knew she was safe living in these walls, but she was scared for Sasori. Madara, the mobster they had been indebted to the last three and a half years, was a scary powerful man that ruled the eastside of Konoha. He ran drug rings, did illegal street racing, used con artists in underground bars and clubs to cheat people out of their money, or in some cases were just plain pickpockets, and he was even starting to sell weapons. He was dangerous to say the least, and Sakura and Sasori had accidently gotten mixed up with him a few years back but Sakura got out, even if it did almost cost her life. Madara wasn't happy Sakura was out, but he respected the terms he agreed to with Sasori, if Sakura got physically hurt on the job he took her debts and Sakura didn't have to work for him anymore. She was one of his better con artists though, so he was pretty reluctant to let her go. She had one hell of a poker face. She could sweep the floor with you in poker, and when she wanted to, she could be a libidinous seductress. But Sakura wasn't a hooker so she merely flirted and maybe kissed her marks(suckers) and stopped after she got what she was after, which she almost always ended before her mark(horndog at this point) wanted to take her to a hotel, or a car in some instances. Only one time she slipped up and almost ended up in bed with a guy—against her will too—but three cocktails, a bar fight, and one broken nose bestowed upon Deidara later she was able to con the man out of a thousand dollars. Sasori raced. He raced these pimped out muscles cars in too bright colors in the dead of night. And since Madara had half of Konoha's police force on payroll, they never got caught for racing. Sakura raced a few times with Sasori, she was good, almost as good as Sasori but preferred not to drive. She only would fill in if Deidara or Kakuzu couldn't race that night.

Neither Sakura or Sasori were proud of what they did, but they needed the money, and the money was good, and they had debts to Madara to pay. They could thank their late father for that. But here they are now, Sakura's been out for six months because of an accident, and is now living in a beautiful house, with two seemingly friendly roommates. Female roommates. She had always wanted a sister, and didn't have many friends in high school, so she was excited to finally have some girlfriends, could she call them that yet?

Sasori moved the last of the heavy furniture up to her room, and was standing on the front porch with Sakura.

"Well this is it Sakura," he said quietly.

"How long will it be until I can hear from you again?" Sakura asked. When Sasori said she should move out, he also meant cut communication and everything until he could finish repaying his debts. Sasori had a feeling Madara would try to pull Sakura back in, so he decided to put distance between the two of them, even though they still live in the same city, this is the safer side, he has no reign here, no one on this side's police force work for him. She's safe.

"I'll call you," he said before giving her a hug goodbye, Sakura was trying desperately hard not to cry. Deidara walked up from his pickup truck to hug Sakura also.

"If you do get into trouble call us though!" Deidara added before him and Sasori hopped in his car.

Sakura blinked. "Hey Sasori what about your car?" she called realizing his red Oldsmobile Alero was still parked in front of the house. He threw his keys at her before Deidara backed out of the driveway.

"It's yours now! So you don't have to take a bus!" he yelled backed smiling. Sakura stood on that porch and watched them drive away, smiling like a complete and total idiot. She had a car.

It took Sakura maybe an hour to unpack everything. She unpacked all her clothes, putting all her pants, underwear and bras in her low but very long wooden dresser that Sasori cursed to hell several times earlier that day. She set up her mirror on top of that and organized all her beauty products on that, and set up a few pictures on it. She filled her closet with her dresses, shirts, jackets, and shoes and put a few boxes of miscellaneous crap she didn't need or use but couldn't bear to part with. She made her bed with a simple mint green comforter over matching sheets, and arranged her two matching pillows, a pillow that looked just like a Reeses bar, A round pillow with a peace sign on it, and one that looked like a piece of sushi. Sakura loved her strange pillows and was so glad that this room came with a double bed, so much room! She arranged all her movies on a few shelves left in the room and then she hung a few posters on the wall, her favorite band, an old movie poster for the first Harry Potter movie, and a framed picture of Audrey Hepburn, Sakura believed all girls should look up to her. She set up a picture of her and Sasori on her nightstand next to her bed, along with one of her parents. She finished up the room and looked around proudly. Now that that's out of the way, I should go grocery shopping. She grabbed her bag and Sasori's, well now her keys and left.

Sakura came home with five bags of groceries, more than she thought she would, but then she realized that there was a pot luck at work tomorrow and she was asked to make a huge salad. She labeled everything that went into the fridge with an S and put away, apple juice, milk, a carton of eggs, cherry tomatoes, and a few other things for a salad and her meals. She stocked her cabinet with fruit loops, M&Ms , bread and a ton of other junk food, since you know, she's a junk food addict before going upstairs to take a shower. When she got out she heard someone downstairs in the kitchen opening the refrigerator. She figured either Ino got off of work, or Hinata got out of class so she just ignored it. She went into her room, changed into a pair of jean shorts and a black V-neck and put her short pink hair in two small braids before going downstairs to greet her new roomies.

When she entered the kitchen it was neither Ino nor Hinata.

Sitting on the counter in front of her was a tall guy, with black hair, and even darker eyes staring at her, slightly surprised to see the newcomer, but also looking irritated at the newcomer.

And he was eating her tomatoes.

Author's Note: I hate this chapter, I couldn't get it just right, but this was the best I could do. Ummm.. oh yeah HOT DAMN I got a lot more feed back and followers than I though would just from one chapter. I really really wanted to write this and upload that next night, but sadly I work at a bar until 2 in the morning so I was dead tired when I got home, even though half of this was written after i got home.. soo umm reviews would be nice! Don't tell me how crappy this chapter is, I already know. Ummm oh an thank you! for reading this!

Ta Ta For Now! :D