There's foul language in this one. Just a friendly reminder that this is rated M.

Chapter 2:

It wasn't exactly a question now was it? She sighed, her petal pink lips turned upside down into a sour frown. Not the way she had hoped it would be… Nope he did not have one romantic cell in his body that one… Shaking her head she smiled a bright and blinding smile, "How about you go fuck yourself?" She watched his body visibly stiffened at her harsh words.

How could something so foul come out of such a pretty mouth? His disapproval showed without restraint on his pale face. She wasn't going to make this easy now was she; he sighed quietly. The sound of her footsteps faded into the trees. He looked down, thinking, plotting, and deciding. He thought about going after her there was no way she was faster than him. Unconsciously his feet started moving to the thick brush of trees she disappeared into. "That bastard… He thinks I'm the same little fan girl."

She muttered to herself feeling a hot thorn shoot up her spine. Her lip pulled up into a sneer, glaring at nothing in particular, she jumped from tree to tree quickly trying to put as much distance between them as possible. Honestly she didn't trust herself half of her wanted to stay, to just follow him mindlessly back to the lair she knew that's where he was going. He had some equipment, a couple of important scrolls; she guessed was from a previous mission he was sent out on. She slowed her pace while her mind raced around all the potential 'what if's' and the outcomes of each decision. A loud smack distracted her and she registered the pain in her left arm.

'What a fucking dick! Don't excuse my language. I mean every word of it.' The ballsy and loud inner Sakura screamed. Gasping and clawing out for a branch close enough to catch herself on her hand latched onto something but it was his forearm hard and muscular. He gripped onto her slender arm before she could let go, squeezing hard enough to leave a bruise of his fingers on the soft flesh of her upper limb, supporting her weight easily he lifted her up and trapped her to his solid chest holding her arm behind her back painfully.

He could feel her heart racing and beating wildly, her hair stuck to her forehead and the sides of her heart shaped face brushing across her reddish parted lips letting her breathe erratically, and her clear green eyes wide and innocent starred straight into his soul. She reminded him of a mustang, her beauty, free spirit, and fiery attitude encouraged as much. She snarled at him narrowing her eyes, her beautiful features contradicting the malicious faces she was making, it looked absolutely loveable; not that he would ever admit it aloud.

He frowned not only did she have the balls to growl at him she was glaring at him as well. That would simply not do he definitely needed to rectify this situation. He smirked on the inside, 'I need to break her just like in the beginning.' She pressed herself closer to him feeling the heat from his exposed chest through her clothes, relieving some of the pressure on her aching arm.

Opening her delicious pink lips she spoke, "You seem to be thinking really hard considering you have the brain of a hamster." An image of a tiny little rodent crawling across the dark, empty space in his mind took center stage in his head, throwing him a bit off course. He closed his eyes and shook his head slowly dismissing the though before turning his attention back to her.

It was a glare-off, his obsidian eyes boring into her deep malachite ones, suddenly the world turned black around them, shreds of the world flying into a swirling vortex above them. Color spun around them in a dance disappearing once they hit the ceiling. His eyes turned red, his tomoe spinning violently, as he let her go letting her sink to the floor in pain and confusion. She grabbed her head groaning and digging her fingers into her scalp almost painfully.

"Son of a bi…" Her voice trailed off while she slipped into a deep sleep, crumpled against his shins and the ground. She looked like she was worried, a furrowed brow and a small grimace played upon her feminine features.

He smirked pulling her up roughly while throwing her over his shoulder like a sack of flour. "Tch," Feeling the ends of his lips tug up into a lazy half smile he raised an eyebrow. "Pathetic." With what he said spoken he hurriedly made his way into the thick shrubs, picking up a familiar chakra signature… Naruto.