Sasuke's father looked from Sakura's horrified face to Sasuke's annoyed one, hers to his again

Author's Note: In the regulations, didn't it say that we weren't allowed to do these things? But oh well 

Well, what you're reading right now is what I call a twisty. A twisty is a story with a twist at the end, and you have to guess what the twist is. It makes reading the story more fun (well, in my opinion). Oh yeah. THANKU THANKU for reading! But please don't stop reading!

Oh yeah, and it has to be kinda OOC (well on Sasuke's side) or else the love might not progress well enough in just a summer :D

Disclaimer: (do we even need these things?) Of course I do not own the characters from Naruto, i.e. Sasuke and Sakura, created by the most reverent Masashi Kishimoto 

Sasuke's father looked from Sakura's horrified face to Sasuke's annoyed one, hers to his again.

"Do you know her," he asked his son curiously, his head tilting to the side.

Sasuke's face tightened in annoyance and slight amusement at the pink haired girl's expression, he hissed through his teeth, "Yes."

"You know my son, Haruno Sakura-san?" he asked Sakura as well.

So that was the pink haired girl's name, Haruno Sakura.

She stopped herself from answering yes and shook her head repeatedly, "No."

"Well you two might as well get to know each other better," he said, a slight smile lingering on his face, "Because you will be seeing a lot of each other this summer."

"Why did you say that you didn't know me?" Sasuke asked in monotone, straightening the pile of folders, not bothering to turn around to face his previous attacker.

Sakura turned around to face him, "Because I don't."

Wait, this pink haired girl, one of his many fan girls, just said she didn't know him? This was new, and quite unbelievable, even for him.

"But aren't you one of my fan girls?" he asked despite himself.

The kuniochi blinked, her green eyes wide, "No," she answered in the same annoyingly clueless voice.

Sasuke smirked inwardly, this should be interesting.

The two sat in silence, arranging the dusty pile of folders in the musty room.

Sasuke's eyes flicked around the room, something had creaked.

Then his eyes found the source of the sound, it was an unsteady cabinet file, piled on top of a wooden closet that was about to tumble off onto the ground, or more accurately, where Sakura was sitting, right beneath it.

He rushed, his actions speaking before his mind could react and think of something to do.

The cabinet file gave a final creak and gave way, tumbling downwards, awaiting for a collision with the green eyed girl's head.

He had run and jumped just in time to push away the cabinet file with expertise and incredible speed, but hadn't noticed the file of papers underneath him, in his way.

The cabinet file was quite sharp despite being so rusty, and had injured his hands but it was well thrust away before making contact with pink hair.

If that file of paper hadn't been there. If just that file of paper hadn't been there, he could've somersaulted in the air, and landed on his feet.

Instead, because of the stupid file of paper! He slipped, he had slipped! And fallen, this information was still new and being processed in his highly intelligent mind, for this kind of thing did not happen to him often. Looking stupid. That was not something existent in the Uchiha dictionary…

The plan had been so simple, run, jump, save the girl, go back to work.

But this was how the plan ended up being, run, jump, save the girl, slip, and fall.

And fall he did, on the floor right in front of the girl he had saved from being squished like a bug, he had as instinct, thrust out his hands in front of him to catch his fall, and they did catch his fall. By planting themselves on either side of Sakura, who was leaning back on the wooden closet at that time.

The end result, the scene just looked very, very wrong.

Suddenly, the door opened.

"When I said you guys might as well be getting to know each other better," the shocked Head of Department said, the muscle underneath his left eye twitching in shock, "I didn't mean it in this way."

The two young adults sweat dropped as he indicated their inappropriate posture.

Girl: seated and leaning back on wooden closet

Boy: towering over girl, on knees.

The two sat up and rushed to explain, speaking over each other.

"Fugaku-san, he was simply trying to-"

"Father, she was in danger, the cabinet file-

"And he slipped because of that folder-

Fugaku held up his hands, "Enough, enough, just don't let me catch you two in this sort of situation again."

He stepped out of the room, shut the door behind him, and exhaled.

Teenagers.

The two teenagers continued to clean the room in silence, but inside their minds, it was anything but that.

Oh my goodness! He was this close to me! Oh yeah! Next step is my first kiss! Man, we keep on rolling like this, and we'll be married by the end of senior year!

Sakura's inner self ranted on as her outer self blushed happily at the thought of how Sasuke had actually bothered to save her from that precarious cabinet file.

Sasuke shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, but no matter what, his mind kept going back to what had happened moments ago.

Their faces had been so close, inches away from each other; he could hear her breath in his ear. Her smell had been strangely distinct. Fresh? Sweet? Like a lily, so different from the cookie cutter faces and reactions of the other girls of Konoha.

He took a breath to ask her another question when the door opened once more.

"Okay guys," Fugaku announced, smiling, so far these two had done a good job, the storage roomlooked spotless, "Its lunch time, you could go out for a lunch break, be back in two hours."

"Arigato gojaimas," Sakura chirped and bounced up, grabbing Sasuke's unsuspecting hand, and dragging him out of the tiny room.

"W-w-where are we going?"

"Lunch!" the pink haired girl replied as the dashed out of the police department, "I owe you my life, so I'll buy lunch!"

"Well, let go," the raven-haired boy snapped, yanking his wrist from the medic-nin's steely grip.

"Aw, don't be like that, um…"

"Uchiha Sasuke," he reminded her.

"Sasuke-kun," she repeated.

"Let's go eat!"

Sasuke sat down gingerly as the girl he had previously rescued waved her hand furiously to gain the attention of the cook who in turn was yelling furiously at his apprentices for not putting in enough miso in the ramen.

"Hey, hey, hey!" the cook shouted, "Baka! Less soup, more noodles!"

He slapped the back of his apprentice's head.

"Hai!"

"Hey! Two ramens here!" Sakura hollered, cupping her hands around her mouth, finally getting the attention of the restaurant owner.

"Sure thing doll."

Sakura plopped down on her seat happily. Suddenly, she grabbed Sasuke's left cheek, not like any normal person, but in a strange way.

Her index finger and thumb touching each other at their tips, encircled the apple of his cheek, the little cheek fat he did have squeezed into a circle.

Okay, this really did prove that this girl was not a fan girl of his. No fan girl of his would dare to touch him, none the less squeeze his cheek in a weird way…

"Look!" Sakura cried, "It's a tomato!"

She obviously didn't care that other girls wouldn't dare to do that, Sasuke looked at her, using all his mental power to stop himself from having his veins pop and sweat dropped instead.

"Where?" he asked, he liked tomatoes…

"Here," she cried, poking the protruding part of his cheek that she had caused to stick out repeatedly.

Sasuke's sweat dropping increased a million fold, "Can you please release my cheek?" this medic-nin's grip was as strong as her teacher's…

"You have to say the magic word," Sakura smiled, taunting him in a sing-song tone.

"Be as weird as you can, just be truly yourself," her mother had instructed her, "Because even after being that weird and he's willing to be your friend, he'll definitely be willing to be your boyfriend."

"…Please?"

"Wrong!" she cried happily, the ramen hadn't come yet, they had plenty of time.

Just then a green blur appeared in front of them, along with a set of freakishly huge eyes.

"Oh, how youthful!" it cried, "Sakura-san, may I join you!?"

The pink haired girl quickly turned her head towards her "captive," "The password's I hate freaky eyelashes and haircuts…"

Sasuke sighed in relief as the blood rushed to his left cheek; it seemed as if his non-fan girl had an admirer.

The pudding-bowl haircut boy sniffed as he turned away, his shoulders drooping as he walked out of the restaurant. Was that what girls did when he subtly hinted at his annoyance?

Sasuke felt a twinge of guilt, but then mentally kicked himself; he was getting far too soft, more and more of his emotions were leaking through to his sub-consciousness… This way, he'd never be able to kill him

Sorry!! I didn't know how to end it, I guess this chapter was kinda too short, and maybe not even worth it, but I need more ideas to help progress the loooove 

I'll update as soon as possible… After I finish watching my favorite Korean drama, Goong! Its awesome 

Okay, thank you all again for reading, I am so ever grateful to you (three expecially) all. Until next time 