This is an absolute pain to write, as it is difficult to emphasize the fact that they are in the wrong bodies. No wonder no one has tried this. Well, guys, I'm gonna try, wish me luck.

Sasuke was pacing around Sakura's room at a loss of what to do. No wonder Sakura had gotten less training in when they were genin; she didn't have a training grounds on her back porch. She didn't have a back porch at all, living near the center of Konoha. He glanced at himself in the mirror and huffed uncharacteristically at the ruffled girl that looked back at him. He then walked out on the balcony, just for something to look at besides the mirror.

As he shut the glass door to the inside, he was met with an aurora of color. Even well inside the city, the sunset still looked remarkable with all the orange and pinks bleeding across the sky. He sighed a bit before sitting down to watch the citizens go about their business. After all, if he couldn't train and was avoiding starting the next day, what else could he do? He sat there contemplating exactly how to go about tomorrow for seemingly hours.

Feeling unusually restless, he decided that glancing through Sakura's book collection would keep him occupied. Giving the massive bookshelf a once over, Sasuke settled down to read. Perhaps there would be something on foreign jutsus that would help them out of their predicament.

The same thought had occurred to Sakura, so instead of heading to the Uchiha compound, she had gone straight to the library, grabbed a small mountain of medical tomes, and begun to absorb the text in a way only she could. And they said having brains didn't count for anything. She had to admit, though, carrying all those books without her usual strength had been rather annoying, though the extra height hadn't been an unwelcome surprise. And while being able to go around without a bra was rather freeing, having something else entirely to worry about had not been a pleasant discovery. How men dealt with this was beyond her.

After hours of fruitless research, Sakura returned the books and had to remind herself not to run on autopilot and go to her home, but to instead go to the Uchiha compound. She had been there plenty of times with Naruto, so it was not entirely unfamiliar to her. Still though, it took her a few minutes to locate Sasuke's pajama pants and towels before heading to the shower while all the while reminding herself to just be objective. Wash self, or well, him, and get out and get dressed. No looking more than necessary.

She had done pretty well too, not looking and all. She made it through shampoo and conditioner (Sasuke-kun uses conditioner?) and washing his face without a hitch. Washing his chest had taken a lot of self control, but when she got to his abs, she lost it and found herself making up excuses to run her hands over them again and again and again.

Sasuke too was having difficulties in the shower, but for other reasons entirely. "How the hell does she shave the back of her knees?!" After the third nick, and the water starting to turn orange, Sasuke gave up on shaving and figured that Sakura would either have to come do it herself, or he could just wear pants until this situation was remedied. He was doing better about not looking than she was, though, resolving to just close his eyes and not focus on what he was touching and stare straight ahead while getting his hands tangled during shampooing. Deciding that long hair was attractive was not one of his better days. He actually felt a brief pang of sympathy when he thought of all the girls that went through this torture to gain his affections. Once he reached the conditioner and felt how silky his now petal pink hair felt, he deemed that little Sasuke had indeed been on to something. As impractical as her hair was, Sasuke never could deny that it was a breath of fresh air from all the blondes, fake blondes, too dark brunettes, and redheads everywhere. He suspected she had figured it out when he had never commented on her hair, other than the time in the Forest of Death when most of it was strewn all over the ground, and had never teased her about it when they were children. Sasuke then shook his head to clear these thoughts out of his mind. He had bigger problems than Sakura's hair, namely, trying to sleep.

Sleeping was where the problems had begun. Absolutely no position felt comfortable. Suddenly having hips made laying on his side feel bizarre, face down was flat out painful for reasons he refused to think about, and laying on his back just made the lower part ache. To top it off, Sakura's petite frame produces much less heat than his body and he was shivering involuntarily. Sasuke snarled before angrily stuffing the pillow over his head and refusing to move any longer. Maybe he'd be lucky and suffocate into unconsciousness.

Bright pink from embarrassment, Sakura speedily finished her shower before throwing on Sasuke's boxers and pajama pants and marching into his bedroom without an indecent thought about him. She did, however, allow herself to sigh contentedly as she curled up under the covers and breathed in his scent. She fell asleep soon after with a smile on her face despite it all.

They had both agreed to meet in the training grounds in the Uchiha compound to avoid running into Naruto until they could at least utilize chakra and figure out just how the situation with jutsus worked. Sakura woke up well rested and pretty content given the circumstances. She wandered over to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to see what her options were for breakfast.

Tomatoes.

Nothing but tomatoes.

It took her a few seconds to realize just what this meant before scowling and beginning to dig for a frying pan. At least she'd cook them before dealing with this sad breakfast and she vowed to later go to the market to get Sasuke a more balanced diet, if she could accomplish nothing else. After slicing and frying up two tomatoes, there was a banging at the front door. Hurrying over, Sakura was met with her own disgruntled appearance and lacking the usual spark in her eye.

"Ohayo, Sasuke-kun, did you sleep well?" She tilted her head at him, inspecting her appearance. She was in all the correct clothing and looked to have all of her supplies, but her gait was awkward and her hair definitely needed some serum this morning. Walking in her boots had to have been difficult for him at first.

"Hn." Before walking in to his own house, he grabbed Sakura's wrist. "These," he pointed vaguely at her chest while refusing to look at her. "Why didn't you warn me?"

Turning redder than the tomatoes she just cut, Sakura decided to play dumb. "What about, ah, them?" Feeling rather cruel, probably from the lack of a proper breakfast, she continued, "Do they displease you?"

He sent her a glare, which was much less intimidating on her features, before replying. "It hurts to walk without a...with just a shirt on." He looked adorably grouchy about the fact, as though someone had eaten the last cookie.

Sakura giggled, "Oh, I'm sorry, Sasuke-kun! I didn't even think to tell you about that." She moved to the side of the door and beckoned him inside. "Go to the kitchen, I've just made breakfast."

After a breakfast consisting of a silent Sasuke secretly enjoying his tomatoes being cooked in herbs he had never thought to put together and Sakura lecturing him on what a proper diet consists of, the two headed towards the private Uchiha training grounds and got straight to business. They tried a few basic jutsu to make sure they could continue to mold chakra correctly and when that was the case, they went more into specifics.

Sakura walked over to Sasuke and punched him as hard as she could in the jaw. Taken completely off guard, he didn't attempt to block and went flying across the clearing, failed to right himself due to the unfamiliar body, and landed with an unceremonious thump. She sprinted over to him in horror. "Sasuke-kun! Sasuke-kun, I'm so sorry, I didn't think I'd still have my strength when I hit you!" He sat up rubbing his jaw while eyeing her warily. She slowly raised her hand before placing it on his jaw gently. "Now we get to see if I can still do medical ninjutsu." Focusing her chakra, she sent a small wave of what she intended as healing chakra into Sasuke's, or her, jaw. When he didn't jump, she took that as a good sign and began repairing the damage. After all, she didn't want to have a damaged jaw when the time came to return to her body.

Jaw fully healed, Sasuke stood up and attempted his clan's signature jutsu. "Katon: Goukakyuu no Jutsu!" However, instead of a massive ball of fire, Sasuke began spitting water and started to cough. Sakura rushed over and rubbed his back in a soothing fashion until he ceased. "Sakura," he began, sounding almost livid, "what just happened?"

"I was afraid of this," she sighed. "While we can still do basic jutsu and I can still use medical ninjutsu, all of our elemental ninjutsu won't work correctly." He raised an eyebrow, demanding she elaborate. "Okay, your chakra is fire and lightning based, while mine is water. Our chakra didn't transfer bodies, so if I were to try my water jutsus, either nothing would happened, or it'd release fire or lightning instead. Whereas if you tried fire or lightning, you'd get water."

He nodded in understanding. "So, we have to relearn each other's jutsu," he stated slowly, hating the sound of this more every minute. She nodded quickly. "I'll teach you first."

"Sasuke-kun?"

"Hn?"

"How do I activate your Sharingan?"

Yep, I figure if I'm going to do this, I'm going to get into the nitty gritty of it all. Sasuke has to deal with boobs and Sakura's trials have only just begun. Review and let me know what you're thinking!