He watched as she stormed infront of him. Her pink hair was in a single braid that reached to her mid back, and swayed back and forth. Even in the dead of night he could tell that her delicate features were upset, confused, and feeling betrayed.

Sakura could feel his eyes on her but kept walking. The sooner they got back to her apartment, the better.

When they finally arrived at Sakura's apartment, she let him in first. Which he stopped right inside the door. Sakura gave a little irritated huff and walked past him. Sasuke took no heed to the slight of the pink-haired ninja. He noticed an aroma. A sweet, soothing aroma. It smelled like lavender. Then from somewhere in the dark room came a click and a lamp illuminated the small living room.

Sakura whipped around and stuck a finger in the Uchihas face and said, "While you're living here, you will abide by the rules." Sasuke opened his mouth to respond but Sakura started talking before her could say anything. "Rule number one: you are NOT to leave the house under ANY circumstances. Two: You will speak to me in complete sentences. Otherwise don't even talk to me. Three: I am up before dawn almost every morning, and Saturday is the only day that I have off so naturally I sleep in. So unless someone is dying or the house is on fire, do NOT wake me up. Got it?" Sasuke only nodded. He didn't know what to say or what to think. "Okay good. Now, are you hungry?" She asked with a slight smile.

"Yeah, a little actually." He replied.

"Alright, well the food is that way. I hope you know how to work a kitchen." She exclaimed as she walked past the kitchen and down the hall. He was astonished by her answer.

'Where is the girl that dotted on me?'

He really didn't know how he felt about her attitude. His gaze drifted to the kitchen. No, he didn't know how to work the kitchen so he gave his usual answer to everything that gave him a hassle, "Hn." And plopped on the couch. He grabbed the remote and propped up his feet on the coffee table that was in front of him. As he flipped through the channels, a table to the left side of the T.V. that had dozens of picture frames on it. From down the hall, he heard the shower turn on. Sasuke used this time to snoop a little. It had maybe a 13 photo frames on it. Picture after picture. There were some pictures of when he, Naruto and Sakura made up Team 7, and some that were more recent. Memories lined the table. Memories that were frozen in time. One was of Sakura around the age of five being held by what Sasuke believed to be her parents. She looked nothing like them. Her mother, a dark haired, pale woman with delicate facial features, a small mouth..

'Definetly not where Sakura got her loud mouth.' He chuckled.

That was curved over ever so slightly. Her brown eyes were directed toward Sakura. Her father had a busht beard that covered his rigid features but you could tell that he was smiling from the wrinkles that covered his weathered face. He too, was facing his pride and joy. Sakura resided in the middle of the two, her green eyes shut as her smile beamed through the photo. The next photo was of her and Naruto at some sort of festival. Both looked so happy…so content..without him. His smile faded as he came to a photo. The picture that had been taken so long ago when they were all part of Team 7. It pained him to look at the memories that he missed.

In the process of looking at the pictures, he hadn't noticed that Saukra had ended her shower and was now standing there in an old t-shirt and some sweatpants.

"Snoop much?" She asked sarcastically with a smile. He quickly stepped back away from the table, startled.

"I..I was just looking." He stumbled. Sakura just smiled and walked into the kitchen area. Sasuke, feeling uneasy about how he hadn't noticed her presence, decided to just sit back on the couch and began to flip through the channels once again.

"I was kidding about earlier. Would you like something to eat?" she asked.

"I'll be alright."

"What do you want?"She said more intensly. She then started to ramble off food that she was willing to make him.

"Ramen."

"Alright Ramen it is." He watched as she put the noodles into the pot. Her eyes seemed to smile even though her face didn't. He just watched.

She didn't know what to say yo him. She never did. But in the past that didn't stop her. Why now? Was she really that afraid of rejection five years later? Of course she was. She casually glanced over at him on the couch. Onyx met green. She could feel the blood rush to her cheeks, making them pinker than usual. She quickly turned back around, hoping that he hadn't seen. But he had. For a split second he saw the old Sakura that he used to know.

"Ramens done!" She chimes, placing a hot bowl in his lap. He just started eating.

"You're welcome." She said to him as if she was replying to a thank you.

With both eating and obviously not saying anything, it became a little awkward.

'What do you say to someone you haven't seen in five years? Who you thought betrayed the village, and left you on a cold, wet bench.' Sakura thought to herself. Minutes passed by, and none of them said a word. After they had both finished, Sakura cleaned up the mess and motioned for Sasuke to follow her. She stopped at a door and opened to reveal a small bed and side table with a lamp on it. There was a single window above the bed. It was quaint. Simple. It was Sakura.

" The bathroom is right next door, and I am down the hall if you need anything." She said softly as she pointed down the hall. She gave a smile and started to turn but was stoped by a strong, callosed hand gripping her wrist.

"Sakura…" She looked at him with soft green eyes. "Arigato."

She smiled and walked away.

He watched as she closed the door, gave a sigh, and closed his own door.

As he laid on the bed, he mumbled, "This will be an interesting month."