CHAINLETTER


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chaptertwo!: BANG! Surprise, Sasuke-kun!


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author's note: Damn… I didn't know how to start the second chapter. I had this story planned out, but only at the climax. I tell you, when it reaches the climax, it may come in a rush of information. Be prepared. (IT MAY COME IN ONE CHAPTER)


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"So, Karin has been sending you weird mails?" His smirk was long gone, as soon as she turned around.

She nodded. "Uhm, yeah. It started yesterday." She waved her hand and laughed awkwardly again. "It's fine. She'll get over it. It's not like it scares me anyway."

"Hn."

"Why do you care?"

"I don't."

"I see."

To tell you the truth, in the back of her mind, maybe she had wanted Sasuke to tell Karin to back off or something. You know? Kind of like a knight in shining armor. But who was she really to dream about something like that?

She'll tell you who. She's his neighbor, his… student. He talks to her more than anybody, and she'll be the one he'll most likely end up with. Not with any other girl, and of course, he wouldn't take Karin's side. 'Cause that'd be wrong.

She sighed; debating with herself wasn't doing her any good at all.

"Did she send them to you?" Sakura suddenly asked; after a moment of complete and utter silence.

"Yeah." Sasuke nodded.

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"Why the fuck did you do that, huh?" He asked her with an angered tone, his face emotionless, as usual. "I didn't give you the orders."

She put her hands up. "I think she'd be an interesting target." She smiled. "It'd be a nice way to reveal many things, right? Your parents would enjoy her."

He growled. A low rumbling from his chest, really. "You know what? Fine. We'll go on with this, just because I'm running out of people. But it's my turn. You don't get it this time. You got it last time."

Her smile disappeared. "Sure." She turned away and started walking. "You won't give her any special treatment, right? It would be nice; for her to feel what pain is like."

He shook his head. "She hasn't done anything to you. If she did, I know you'd be the one in the cemetery, ten feet underground."

She turned her head only slightly, a sly smile on her face. "Whatever you say."

"Just don't do anything stupid on your own again. I give the orders. You listen to them because I'm the leader. Now, go; don't bother me anymore." He dismissed her with a wave of his hand.

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Sakura tossed and turned in her bed. She was sweating; beads littering her forehead. The covers were on the side of her bed, against the wall, and she was facing her desk, away from the covers. She blinked. She was still wide awake. For some reason, she couldn't sleep. Not at all. She ran a hand through her hair and sighed.

For some reason, the chain letter kept coming back in her head. There was nothing wrong with it and it definitely didn't scare her. But there was something about it. Maybe because of the fact that it came back. Another warning.

"Ugh!"

She rolled out of bed and turned on the light. There was surely nothing to do, so she turned on the computer.

1 message from Kobayashi Karin.

She rolled her eyes and opened the letter. I'm watching you, it said, I'm closer than you think. Yeah, okay. She deleted the letter. She still felt… uneasy. More unstable than before for some reason.

Whatever. She turned back to bed and pulled the covers over her head.

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School wasn't anything special. Seriously.

Sasuke was there, as usual, because well, now, he belonged in her school's community. Sakura had helped him with his fan girls trouble a few times; telling them to back off or he'll a restraining order from the whole population of girls except for some exceptions. (Her.)

Naruto was being an idiot and bickering with Sasuke every two minutes. As expected from Naruto—who picked a fight with whomever he could get his hands on—and especially since they established their friendship because of a competitive matter.

Everything else was normal: Ino and Sai were flirting shamelessly with each other and could be found mindlessly making out somewhere. Hinata was shyly giving Naruto smiles and looks when he had his arm protectively around her shoulders and blah.

She was left out, of course.

She was the only one out of the group who didn't team up with someone. Team up as in: date. She didn't have a boyfriend, as beautiful as she was. She was the loner of the group, it was depressing. ("Hey, Sakura, I can't stay with you after school to study! I have to go meet up with my Sai-kun!")

She understood, of course.

But that didn't make anything better. She was still a loner. At least now, she had Sasuke to be a loner with. And she had something to do. I mean, Sasuke was never alone; being harassed by fan girls was not being alone.

Sheesh, did these girls have something called dignity? They sure lost it when they saw Sasuke. (Who won't loose their dignity to drool over Sasuke?)

So, here she was, at Sasuke's house, studying. (Or getting tutored.)

"Ne, Sasuke-kun?"

He turned to her with a quizzical look on his face. "What?"

"Explain this problem to me?"

"Whatever."

He leaned over, his arm slouched across the back of her chair. His face was right next to hers, and when she looked over to him to listen… she reddened like a tomato. Sasuke was right next to her. His face… was so close; she could feel the absolute heat radiating off of him. With her mouth agape a bit, she continued to stare.

"Sakura?"

She shook her head. "HUH?"

"I'm done explaining." He paused. "Were you listening to me?"

"No." She reddened even more. "I'm sorry! I—I… Uhm…"

"Whatever." He smirked. "I'm not explaining this anymore to you, by the way. You'll have to figure it out all by yourself."

"EH!?" She pointed an accusing finger at him. "But you're my tutor! You're supposed to tutor me! That means helping me educationally!"

"I did." He ran a hand through his hair. "You just didn't listen."

She laughed. "Okay, okay, you win." She turned to him again. "But what's with that humongous scar on your neck?"

His hand instinctively went up to his neck, where the scar was. "Nothing. Just… just an accident from when I was small."

She put her hand on his hand, where the scar was, slowing prying away his fingers so that she could feel the scar. "I've never felt a scar before…" She laughed nervously. "Does it hurt when I touch it?"

"No."

"Aa. I see." She turned back to her work. "Explain the problem one more time? Please, Sasuke-kun? Pleasee!"

"Fine."

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"How's Sasuke-kun, Sakura?" Sakura's mom, Michiko, asked, giving her a genuine smile and bringing her hot tea cup up to her lips. "I see he's become quite the handsome fellow."

"Mom!" Sakura whined, her face reddening a bit. "And why are you talking like that? You sound like an old lady!"

"What? I'm serious! You know," she looked around and put a finger to her lips. "if I was your age, I'd be all over him. Shhh! Don't tell your dad. It's girl talk, kay? And I am an old lady, Sakura!"

"Mom!" Sakura whined again. "You're not old, and that's disgusting! If you are an old lady, then that means Sasuke-kun has old lady fans, Mom!"

They both burst out laughing. "C'mon, sweetie, you know, one day, I'd love for you to have a husband like Sasuke-kun." She winked. "Maybe even Sasuke-kun."

"My god, Mom!" Sakura screamed, grinning. "You're hitting on Sasuke-kun!"

"What's all this I hear? Sasuke-kun! Sasuke-kun! Sasuke-kun!" Sakura's dad said, quoting the two women. "And I heard the word husband. Sakura's not getting married to Sasuke-kun! Sasuke-kun! right?"

"Tch." Sakura crossed her arms. "Mom wishes. But it won't happen in a million years!"

"That's my girl." Sakura's dad, Tsuyoshi, said, wrapping an arm around Michiko.

She looked at her dad questioningly. "You don't like Sasuke-kun?"

Michiko waved her hand desperately, putting down her cup of tea. "It's not that your dad doesn't like Sasuke-kun; it's just that you know, your dad is… overprotective? He doesn't want his little cherry blossom to grow up."

"Michiko!"

"Whaaaaat? Calm down, Tsuyoshi!" She giggled, giving him a pat on his shoulder. "I'll always be your little girl, I guess… Well, I'll sure be your girl but can I be old?"

Sakura's eyes softened at the sound of her mother's flirting with her father. She smiled at them. "I'll be upstairs. I have uh, some homework."

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"Goooood morning, Sasuke-kun!" She sang, running up to Sasuke. She saw a bike next to him. No, not a motorcycle, but a bicycle.

"Get on." Was all he said. The jerk.

"Huh?" She pointed a finger at the bike. "The bike?"

Sasuke looked annoyed. She guessed he wasn't much of a morning person. "Yes. Get on the bicycle."

I halted. I never learned how to ride a bicycle without training wheels, and I never felt secure on a bike. When I was in middle school, my friends would go on four hour bike rides and I couldn't go because I didn't know how to ride a bike.

"B…B—But… Sasuke-kun… I—I… can't." She confessed, looking sheepishly at him and smiling.

"Why not?" He growled. He wasn't one to make someone feel better when they're embarrassed.

"If you must know," her haughty voice returned, and she took control of the conversation again. "I can't ride a bike, and I feel very insecure on a bike. Especially when you're the one driving it. I'll fall off."

"And you're proud of that?" He asked, his tone still emotionless.

"Not really." She dropped the act. "I just can't. I'm scared of bikes. I don't know why. It's a phobia I was born with, okay?"

"Hn."

"You're supposed to walk with me to school! I'll be a loner, and I bet a big herd of fan girl will come after you, even if you're speeding like a freakin' crazy, demented person because they're certainly mindless and—"

"Sakura, just get on."

"I just explained my phobia to you and you tell me to get on the very thing I'm the most afraid of!? The hell is your problem!" She put her hands on her hips. "Please walk with me to school!"

What a change of attitude she had. He sighed.

"You won't fall off. There's nothing wrong with riding a bike with two people on it, I won't speed. Now can you get on?" He asked, his tone getting more and more annoyed with every passing word.

"How can I trust you!"

He got onto the bike, putting two hands on the handles. He biked for a while, until five houses down. And came back. "If there was something wrong with this bike, I would've been hurt right now."

"But that's only one person!"

"Then come on," he urged. "Just get on."

"Fine." She walked towards the bike. "Uhm…" She looked around. "Where do I put my hands?"

He sighed again. "Around my waist."

"EH!?" She got off the bike. "NANI!?"

"What?" He asked, exasperated. "Don't tell me you're afraid of putting arms around waists, because that'd be stupider than your usual-self and very problematic."

"No, I am not scared of putting arms around waists." She huffed. "I just thought it'd be weird to be so close to each other without being in a relationship."

"Do you want to get to school or not?" He snapped.

"Alright, alright. Jeez, I swear, Naruto is right. You do have a stick up your ass. It's probably splitter-filled, too, considering your attitude."

"GET ON."

She got on the bike, and awkwardly, she slid her arms around his waist. Once he started biking, she tightened her grip and laid her head on his back, burying her face in it because—there was no use to hide the truth—she was horrified.

Sasuke was not only speeding, but he was totally not on the fucking sidewalk and you know, that place that they built for fucking bikers. He was going like, two thousand hundred ninety-nine miles per hour, and Sakura was terrified.

She wasn't going to tell him to slow down. What was the use? And to think that…Oh—SHIT. She'd be riding this home, too. She'll get herself killed!

They stopped in front of the school. She took a deep breath, released her death-grip on his waist and stumbled off the bike. She was about to fall when strong arms encircled her to catch her. She turned to see Sasuke.

Oh! This will be just like the fairy tale I've always dreamed of! It's the literal meaning of, "I'll be here to catch you when you fall." And you know what I'm falling in? In the endless depths and dreams of love! It's amazing, I tell you. You feel like you're floating up in the clouds. Or you died and went to heaven. It's okay. As long as I feel the warmth of his arms aro—

"Sakura."

"WHAT!?" She snapped. No one usually interrupted her fantasies—because she usually didn't have any—but yeah. She got mad.

"You can let go of my neck now."

She blinked. Her arms were encircled around his neck tightly, and his face was right in front of hers; his breath was fanning on her face. She flushed. Her face was probably bright red right now.

She let go, and when she was standing upright, his hold over her waist disappeared.

"We're going to be late."

"Even when you were speeding like some demented psycho!?" Sakura exclaimed, her arms flailing into the air.

"I was not." Sasuke deadpanned. "I told you I don't speed. Plus, it's your fault that we're," the bell rang. He sighed. "late."

"You don't speed! That's bullshit, Sasuke-kun! You were going at like two thousand miles per hour! And to think I'm going home on that piece of metal again! With you trying to break the World Record of speeding on a bike! Sasuke-kun, you're going to kill me and yourself!"

"Shut up." He looked at his watch. "We're late."

"Obviously! Gosh! Can you bike like normal people? Then maybe I wouldn't get a traumati—"

He seized her wrist and hauled her forward. He walked her to her class—his hand still around her wrist—with eyes staring at them like they just committed the biggest sin. She was flushing red, and he just walked off—shrugging such a simple incident off.

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Sasuke stood against the tree, staring at his phone. Karin had just texted him. She was so annoying sometimes; worst than Sakura, in his mind. But Sakura wasn't annoying-annoying. She was simply… bothersome. But Karin, yes, she was annoying-annoying. As in she bugged you in every single thing you did.

To: Uchiha Sasuke

From: Kobayashi Karin

You didn't tell us your plan, Sasuke-kun! D: How are you gonna kill her? We need to know so we can make the preparations!

Love youuu! –Karin

He scowled at the message. She was treating him like he dated her or something again. Sometimes, it fooled people. It pissed him off, because she was the most persistent fan girl he has ever met.

To: Kobayashi Karin

From: Uchiha Sasuke

I haven't figured out yet.

SENT. That was it. That's all she ever got. One phrase, sometimes a word like, "No". She wouldn't get more, of course.

"Sasuke-kun!"

He turned around, seeing pink. Her face was right in his face when he had complete pivoted his body around to see her.

"Hn."

"I'm ready!" She sang. "We can go home now!"

"Alright."

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"I'm home, mom!" Sakura screamed, taking her bag off her shoulder.

Her mom was probably in her room, watching television or reading a book. "Is Sasuke-kun with you, sweetie?"

Sakura wondered why her mom cared, but she screamed back, "Yeah! It's Wednesday! It's tutoring day!"

Her mother emerged from the stairs, her arms trailing along the railing. She skipped down, like she was young once again, and grinned at them. "Your mother, Sasuke-kun, both of your fathers and I will be going on a double date!" She whispered excitedly, as if it was a secret. "So, you two will stay here, okay? You two can eat here or at Sasuke-kun's, it doesn't matter, as long as it's a proper meal."

"What!"

"Hn."

"WHY!?"

Her mother feigned a hurt look. "It's Mikoto-chan and Fugaku-san's anniversary today! They've been married for like… I dunno… a long time?"

"Oh!" Sakura exclaimed in delight. "That's so cute! How long have you and dad been married?"

She looked around, as if it was a secret. "Thirty years, Saku-chan, next month!"

Sakura squealed. "Oh my god, mom! That's so cute, too! I want to have a husband like that! Aw… wouldn't that be nice?"

Sasuke was horrified at the two women squealing and gushing in front of him. The only thing that'd make it worst is if they were gushing over him, which they were not; and that made him feel more comfortable.

"Ne, Sakura-chan…" Her mom looked at her cheekily. "Help me with my hair and outfit, dear?"

"Yes!" Sakura squealed in excitement. "Of course I will, mom! C'mon! Let's go, let's go!"

Halfway up the stairs, she turned to Sasuke and smiled. "I'll be back very soon! Just start on the homework without me, okay? Or… text your friends like you were before when you were waiting for me!"

Sasuke nodded and headed for the couch.

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Sasuke sat comfortably on the couch. Smirking, he took out his phone. No new messages… Thinking, he typed in Suigetsu's number, since he preferred talking to him rather than Karin.

From: Uchiha Sasuke

To: Hozuki Suigetsu

I got a plan.


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author's note: WHOA. I finally got that out… Tch, it took me a long time and MAN WAS THIS CHAPTER FILLER. Sorry for all the fluffiness… I had to do something… Seriously… O.o Oh, by the way, THIS CHAPTER'S THEME: …TEXT MESSAGING! Hahahaha! Before it was e-mail, now it's TEXT MESSAGING… Not as fun. But faster, yes…

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