After gathering her needed supplies, Sakura went outside to meet Itachi.

…

Damned bastard didn't tell me where to meet him. Hn. Guess I can go home now. She shrugged.

"YO! PINK EMO GIRL!!" Itachi hollered.

Sakura flinched, then immediately clutched her left ear. Itachi was right next to her. Asshole, screaming like that.

"I'm right here…" Sakura muttered, scowling.

Itachi was quiet "…Your point?"

"DAMMIT!!! ANNOYING ASS!!!" Sakura screeched.

"Hn. Who knew the quiet girl could scream that loud?" Itachi said emotionlessly, rubbing his ear with his pinky.

Sakura ignored him "Where's your house?" she demanded.

"Hn! I won't tell you if you're gonna be like that" Itachi said, crossing his arms.

KILL ME NOW Sakura screamed. In her mind, of course.

NO! GREAT GOD!! SHE DIDN'T MEAN THAT!! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!! I'M TO BEAUTIFUL!!

Stupid inner thing. Shut up.

Right away ma'am.

They eventually reached the Uchiha manor. The place was huge. Marble floors, crystal chandeliers. Things that came straight out of a magazine.

"Tadaima" Itachi called out.

"Welcome home, Itachi-chan" a woman with raven colored hair came into the room, drying her hands off with a towel.

"Oh!" she smiled "Who's this?" she asked, looking at Sakura.

Itachi grinned "This is my new STUDENT! SAKURA THE PINK EMO BRAT!"

Of course, Sakura knew that he was doing that just to get on her nerves. She couldn't help but wince at his loudness, though.

"Weaselboy. You're too loud." Sakura said in a monotone.

"Aa…" Itachi faced his mother once more "Ok, kaa-san. We're going to study in my room now! Laters!"

"Mm, ok sweetie. Sakura-chan, I'm Mikoto by the way" Mikoto smiled, giving her eyes the appearance of a crescent moon.

Sakura nodded and waved, following Itachi. It seemed he was actually hyper today…since he was skipping like a pansy…

-X-X-X-X-

"Ok, pinky!" Itachi grinned "Let's start on your very…very…very…very…very…very…very…very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, ve—"

"Get to the point"

"Your very hopeless and terrible and dumb math skills. First thing. What is one. Plus. One?" he asked slowly, nearly cooing.

Sakura glared at him "…I'm not that stupid…"

"Riiight….sure you aren't…how about this then. If you can answer the next problem, we get ICE CREAM?!!" Once again, Itachi did this to annoy her.

"You're annoying" Sakura said, flatly.

"Yeah? Well you're no walk through a field of unicorns, you know?" Itachi replied.

What's up with this guy?

I don't know. But he's hot.

…HOW are you my inner self?

Tch. Like I know. You think I had a choice?

Sakura's thoughts were interrupted when Itachi started choking on his own spit. Sakura stared at him, wide eyed, as his face turned red. For once, in what seemed like years, she laughed. A loud one.

Itachi continued coughing and eventually began holding his neck and turning blue. Sakura's laughter died out just when Itachi passed out.

"Damn…" she muttered, walking over to Itachi's bed where his body lay.

"Weasel? Are you dead?" she asked, poking his shoulder "Hey. Weasel?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Come on! Weasel!! It's pathetic to die, choking on your own spit! How will I tell your mother?!" Sakura shook him lightly. She was actually panicking. For some jerk she hated! It reminded her of when her parents and younger sister died, about a year ago. They got into a car accident and everyone died instantaneously. Everyone except for her. This reminded her of the condition they were in. It was like a repeat.

There was a small cough, Itachi fluttered his eyelids. And gasped.

"AHH!! THE EMO GIRL WAS TRYING TO SUFFOCATE ME IN MY SLEEP!!" he screamed, high pitched.

"Itachi?" Sasuke had an eyebrow raised as he opened the door.

He noticed Sakura in that room and glared at her.

"What are you doing here? In my brother's room? In my flippin house?" he demanded.

"I am Sakura's TEACHER. She is my STUDENT."

"Cut the crap, Weaselboy. You ain't no freaking teacher of mine, nor am I your flipping student." Sakura muttered. She couldn't remember a time when she spoke so much in one day.

"Hn" Sasuke grunted "Get the f out, b"

"I'd be glad to" Sakura blinked lazily, grabbing her black Jansport bag.

"Hold up there, emo. I'm getting paid cold CASH to be teaching you" Itachi said, grabbing her by her bag.

"Aa…" Sakura groaned "I hate you. And don't you have enough money, already? I don't see why you need to teach me."

"Who else am I gonna annoy?" Itachi asked, matter-of-factly "Oh. And leave, Sasuke."

"Hn" Sasuke left "I don't see how you can stand her" he muttered under his breath.

I HEARD THAT MIDGET!!

What the--? Sasuke's not shorter than me.

You don't know how large I am, sweetie.

Sakura actually never thought about that. Being careless as she was, she shrugged it off.

"Now that that's out of the way" Itachi stopped, his eyes widened "I heard you laugh!"

"Your point?" Sakura asked.

"Well, you laughed at my near death. And everyone knows emo people shouldn't laugh!

"…"

"But you should! It makes you look pretty, for once!" Itachi smiled widely.

Sakura felt heat rush to her face. No one's called her pretty in a while. Actually, no guy except Naruto—who was her friend—and her dad has told her that.

She frowned "You're freaky lookin' when you make faces like that…"

"Aa…thank you, emo"

-x-x-x-

In about 2 hours, Sakura and Itachi had completed their first tutoring session. Through a series of insults and annoying remarks made by Itachi, Sakura managed to get through it while keeping her sanity. Itachi was walking her home. Both were silent. It seemed that Itachi ran out of sugar, and now he was carrying a frown on his face.

"Where the heck is your house?" Itachi groaned.

"Right here." Sakura droned, turning and facing a white house with navy blue windows, a balcony on the second floor and a black door. It had a large glass door on the side, which led to a stairwell and private room.

"It's…so…small…." Itachi commented.

Yeah. In truth, Itachi's house was probably 10-15 times the size of hers. Even though, with the money her parents left her, she could be living in a house made out of gold bricks. She saved the money, unwilling to touch it unless for important necessities.

"I live alone" Sakura droned "I have no use of a large house"

"Whatever you say" Itachi sighed "Later, Sakura"

"Aa…" Sakura replied, opening the door to her house.

Did he actually call me by my first name? Without a sarcastic remark? Her voice…in her mind held no emotion, except for a hint of uncertainty.

Yeah. I think so.

I need a cold shower…

Why a cold one?

Because heat is not an option.

Weirdo.

Sakura shut her inner self off and, gave herself a cold shower.

She exited the bathroom in a towel, draped around her. She had a smaller towel which she dried her long pink hair with. Eventually brushing it, she grew frustrated from all the knots. She cursed under her breath and grabbed a pair of scissors. (A/N: THERE Esther. Happy now? Scissors. Tch, Esther is always telling me it's scissors, not scissor. Pshaw, same difference, I say)

Sakura neatly cut her hair to reach a little past her chin. She got dressed in an oversized white T-shirt and black short shorts. That's the kind of stuff she wore to sleep, nothing fancy. It was now 6:00 and Sakura felt unusually tired. It was probably because she had to put up with Itachi today. She shrugged and made her way to her bed, slowly drifting to sleep.

"Leave."

"You killed them"

"No! I didn't! I swear!!" Sakura cried to the voices.

"And why should we believe you?"

"Whore"

"I am not a whore!!"

"Tell that to the Uchiha boy, bitch"

"STOP IT!!" Sakura screeched, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"You are disowned by the Haruno clan as of now. You may still carry the last name. But it won't associate with us any longer."

"Don't you ever dare to come back. You know you won't be forgiven"

The unidentifiable bodies of the voices pushed her down, leaving her to cry in an abyss of darkness.