Hii everyone! :)

Sorry that this second chapter took longer than I had expected. I was just busy with some silly senior/college stuff that I have to have done before school starts up again.

So yea anyways.. I'm quickly going to do some review replies because I absolutely adore my reviewers! [insert heart here because fanfiction won't allow me to actually put one in my document].

Apple (anonymous): I always love writing Sakura as the feisty female lead lol and thank you sooo much! :)

infinityXisXme: yayy! thank youu! :P

mUmRhz: i am! :D thanks for the review!

poohbear111: thanks! i'll try to keep my updates fairly consistent and frequent :)

Hotaru Himura: hahaha don't worry, i'm generally pretty anti-sasukarin but i guess we'll just have to wait and see! ;) and i love Sakura too! she's been one of my favorite characters from the start :P

So now that I have paid my respects to my lovely reviewers (THANK YOU GUYS!), on with the story! :) x

Sasuke rolled over, careful to avoid his still wounded left shoulder. He peered out the window and grumbled. What a terrible view. All you could see were the dirty alleyways of Los Angeles.

As he stared out at the cloudy early morning sky, he couldn't help but think about his pink-haired doctor. She was definitely not what he had expected when they wheeled him into the Emergency Room, covered in his own blood. Pink hair, bright green eyes, and attitude.

'It's a shame,' He thought. 'She would look good in my biker jacket.'

Sakura awoke sometime around noon to the sound of rain lightly pattering against her window. She sat up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and looked at her phone. 5 missed calls, 4 voicemails.

Sighing, she called her voicemail and cleared her messages. She knew who they were from; Ren, Ren, and Ren.

She had broken up with Ren about a month ago after a huge fight. He showed up at her door a few hours later, proclaiming his undying love for her and demanded she take him back. When she rejected his affections, he verbally assaulted her, threatening to hurt her if she left him. She did, ignoring all of his later attempts to contact her, and threatening to call the cops again if he bothered her anymore.

'For once, Mom was right about him.'

And even though she detested her mother's efforts to try and control her life, she didn't want to end up with some crazy asshole like him.

Ren was always a mysterious guy. She had been with him for almost a year and it wasn't until that day they broke up, that she found out who he really was. He was a maniacal, power hungry, federal agent.

When they met at the beginning of her internship, he told her he was a business major working as an accountant in Los Angeles. She believed it until they moved in together four months ago and she found his gun buried in his sock drawer. And another one attached to the underside of the kitchen table.

Then, the jealousy began. He would show up sometimes at the hospital, which at first she didn't mind, until he started harassing her. Once he saw her consulting a male resident about a patient and later accused her of cheating. She was constantly trying to console him, assuring him that she only cared about him. However, on that day, he followed her from work to the bar down the street where she was going to have a drink with some other interns. She caught him spying on her and angrily left, telling him that she was moving out.

As it turns out though, she was in a much worse situation than she had initially expected. Once they got home, he began calling her insulting her, saying she was a dirty slut and she couldn't be trusted. When she refuted, he grabbed her, threatening to hurt her if she broke it off. Luckily, Sakura's good friend Naruto, who happened to be the head of LAPD, stepped in for her. Now, all she heard of Ren were the dozens of voicemails he would leave every week, begging her to take him back. However, never any apologies.

Sakura stretched her arms and yawned as she made her way to the bathroom and turned on the shower.

'Shit. I have a five o'clock shift tonight.' She thought, 'Only five more hours of freedom before I have to go back to the hospital and face that Sasuke-guy.' A slight furrow formed between her eyebrows.

"Sasuke! Man, how are you feeling?" Suigetsu questioned, as he played around with the medical tools in Sasuke's hospital room.

"Hn." Was the dark-haired man's response, indicating that it was nothing life-threatening enough to stifle his indifference.

"Your crazy, bitch of a girlfriend keeps ranting about you being in here, so I thought it was about time I stopped by."

"She's not my girlfriend." Sasuke stated, simply.

Suigetsu was another member of the Sons of Slaughter, the same motorcycle gang that Sasuke had inherited leadership of from his late father. The two actually considered each other friends, but neither would ever be unabashed enough to verbally admit it to anyone, including each other.

Suigetsu's dad was also a former member of the Sons of Slaughter, a good friend of Sasuke's father, before they were both tragically killed by their rival gang, the Crimson Moons. The two boys had grown up together with the same dream: being a Son (a/n: short for a member of the Sons of Slaughter). Therefore, once Sasuke was made President of the Sons of Slaughter Southern California chapter, he immediately promoted Suigetsu as his vice-president.

"She really seems to think so." Suigetsu chuckled, pulling a flask out of his jacket and taking a swig.

"Let her think whatever she wants." He replied, monotonously. "I don't want herpes though."

Suigetsu laughed at this, handing Sasuke his stainless steel flask. "Was it confirmed?"

Sasuke took a long swig from the flask, having missed the feeling of whiskey burning the back of his throat. "She's a pornstar. What do you think?"

"I would say it's basically confirmed." He responded, taking the flask back from Sasuke and stashing it back in his jacket. "I better be heading out. Kiri wanted me to help her move in today. I'll see you later."

Sasuke nodded as Suigetsu turned and walked out the door.

He looked back out the window again and then glanced at the clock.

Nearly five o'clock.

So that's the end of chapter 2!

I would also like to note that the motorcycle gang in this fanfic, "Sons of Slaughter" are in fact based off two real motorcycle gangs, the Sons of Silence and Hells Angels. The idea for writing this came to me from watching too much Gangland on the History Channel (the name Sons of Slaughter actually came directly from the Gangland title of the Sons of Silence episode: "Silent Slaughter".) and from my kind of long distance boyfriend whose father is quite involved in a chapter of Hells Angels in Europe (intense right? lol). And of course after seeing the avertisement for the new season of Sons of Anarchy! lol I'm just being flooded with motorcycle gang stuff, so I took it as a sign to write :)

So, yes. Now that I've made that clear..

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