A/N: Thanks for the reviews :) They made me happy. I'm sorry the chapters are so short. And I tried posting this yesterday but FanFiction was being mean and the uploader thing wasn't working T.T
Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto D; If I did... it would suck. Majorly.

Downpour
chapter 2

The next week went by quickly, Sakura made it go by. I'd wake up in the morning to the smell to her cooking... which was good. She had spent all of Monday looking up recipes on the computer as well as cooking tips and hints. She wanted to make sure that what she made suited my tastes. She said how she refused to be useless to me.

I didn't find myself complaining.

Even though she promised to stay home and take care of the house, I wondered if she'd take off one day while I was at work with all my belongings, and I'd come home to an empty apartment. So I made sure that she respected me and understood that I was the authority, and she was beneath me.

Everyone once in a while I checked her wounds, and saw that she healed quickly. But the idea that I was master and she was to do what I said took quickly to her. If I said something, she did it, if I didn't seem to approve of something, she fixed it. Never once did she complain or seem to really show any signs that my rough and stoic personality bothered her. She'd greet me at the door with a cheery "Okaeri-nasai!" and see me off every morning with a smile on her face, still in pajamas.

By Friday I would come home, expecting her to be in the house, knowing that I'd see her smiling face and listen to what she had to say and the questions she had to ask.

The house was nice when it wasn't empty.

"Okaeri-nasai!" Sakura was sitting on the couch cross-legged, folding laundry. "Why do you work on Sundays?"

"I had to go in today," My voice was monotone, I didn't want her thinking too much of my replies and I didn't want her to know that I was beginning to enjoy her company.

"Do you go in every Sunday?"

"No,"

"What about Saturdays? Every Saturday?"

"No." I took the jacket to my suit off and hung it on the coat rack by the door. I looked up to see her grinning at me.

She held up a pair of my boxers. "I didn't know you had these, sexy! Black and silky. You have a pair of silk boxers in like, almost every color except for pink, purple and yellow. Or bright shades,"

Blushing was beneath me, and I knew it would be immature and just plain stupid if I yelled at her for folding the laundry, so I settled for the simple glare that was well-known to everyone who knew me. Sakura shut her mouth and folded the boxers, putting them in a pile.

"I'm making food, it should be done soon. I didn't know you'd be home so early." She always sounded so cheerful.

"Mhn," Was the only sound I made in response to her statement.

"Sasuke-sama," She began once I sat on the couch. "I saw this thing on the news this morning, your name was on it. You design buildings??"

I nodded.

"Oh that's so cool! You're an Architect?" Her green eyes were bright again. "If I ever get money for my own house you wanna design it for me?"

My shoulders rolled at her question. She was kind of cute, in an annoying way.

From the corner of my eye I could see the frown on her lips. She wasn't happy with my answers, it made it difficult for her to keep a conversation going. So it was left at that, she let the silence take over as she folded laundry and let me look at the newspaper.

I wasn't sure how much time had passed, but after a little bit she got up and moved across the small space for the living room and into the kitchen. I heard her going through drawers, listening to what she was doing.

A warm scent met with my nose, the smell inviting, making me turn my head to catch a glimpse of her back at the stove. She moved to the cabinet with bowls and plates and pulled out two bowls.

"Sasuke-sama, food is ready."


"So she's been over your house for a whole week and a half, huh?" Naruto teased, sipping his tea.

"Mhn," Was my usual reply to everything.

"You know, I can't help but wonder where this is going." He smiled, his cerulean blue eyes looking in my direction. "Did you get used to her being in the house yet?? You know, you still haven't introduced me to her!"

I shrugged. "I know,"

"You're avoiding the question." He pouted.

"I'm used to it, yes."

"Do you like her company?"

"Yes,"

"Have you done her yet?"

My first reaction was to whip my hand out and slap his forehead.

The blond stumbled. "Hey! It was just a question!"

"It wasn't necessary." I sipped my coffee.

"I don't get why you don't. It's been a week, you can obviously stand her. Describe her to me in one word."

Usually for a question like this, if it was anyone else I would've replied with something along the lines of, 'useless,' 'annoying,' maybe even 'pathetic.' But none of those words came to my mind. Instead I muttered a; "Pretty bearable,"

Naruto's eyes lit up. "REALLY? Awesome! Two words but still, that's good! Make a move!"

My hand made contact with his forehead again.

"YOU'RE GONNA LEAVE A MARK!"

"Then stop being stupid." I sipped my coffee again.

Naruto rubbed his forehead, whimpering. "I am being serious. You need to get laid."

I sent a pointed glare in his direction. "Stop talking about sex."

"Hmph," He finished off his tea, throwing the cup in the near-by garbage. "Fine, fine. Really though, you need to introduce me to her."

From the corner of my eye I saw a flash of pink, and looking over I saw her. The room-mate I had been sharing my apartment with for a week now.

"There," I pointed.

Naruto looked over. "Awww, she's cute!" He noticed her long, layered skirt, flip-flops and v-neck t-shirt. "You bought her clothes?"

"Yeah, she didn't own anything."

"Don't let her get too attached if you're not gonna let her stay." Naruto scolded.

"I am letting her stay."

His eyes widened. "SINCE WHEN?!"

"Shut-up," I brushed past him, tapping Sakura on the shoulder.

For some reason her big eyes and soft face was comforting to see. Once my gaze fell on her I felt relaxed, not being able to deny the fact that her happy expression put me into an untroubled mood and everything seemed easier. Going home before she was there, even though I had never realized this before, was bothersome. The empty house had an incomplete feeling to it, but when she was home it gave my apartment life.

She turned to Naruto, smiling politely. "Hi," She bowed.

Naruto bowed. "I'm Naruto Uzumaki, it's nice too meet you."

Her eyes widened, her jaw dropped, and I thought she'd pass out. "Naruto? Naruto Uzumaki?? The Naruto Uzumaki?!"

A large grin spread over his face. "Yeah,"

Sakura hopped from one foot to another. "Wow! This is so awesome! I'm so glad I was able to meet you, Sasuke-sama I suspected you where the one Naruto-san has talked about before in interviews!!"

You see, Naruto was a professional soccer player. One of the youngest, too, at only twenty-three.

Naruto shook her hand. "Yeah, we're good buddies." He slung his arm around my shoulder. "You're lucky to be living with him. He's a cool guy, isn't he?"

Sakura smiled faintly. "Yes, he is."

I could see the sincerity of her words in her eyes, feel them through the adoring tone in her voice.

"Oh, I'm Sakura."

"Cool, it's really nice to meet you."

"Why are you out here?" I asked, ending the introductions.

Sakura turned to me. "We're out of a few things, I'm taking the money you left on the counter to go grocery shopping. Were you on your way home or back to work?"

Naruto pat my back and winked at me. "He was on his way home."

Sakura smiled. "I'm done shopping, do you need to go anywhere?"

I shook my head, waiting for Naruto to finish his good-bye's before speaking myself.

"No, let's go home." The words affected me more than they probably should have, I felt a wave of peace and warmth.

She nodded. "Let's go."

Naruto smiled and turned. "See ya,"

I glanced at him, watching him walk in a different direction before my attention focused on the pink-haired girl by my side. I reached down, taking a few of the bags from her hands.

She looked surprised, obviously not expecting me to help. "Oh, thanks."

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"This smells funny, doesn't it?" Sakura held the strange looking fruit out.

I leaned over, sniffing it. Sure enough it did. "What is it?"

"It's called a starfruit. I thought it looked pretty so I bought it." Sakura smiled and held it with both hands in front of her. She tipped her head to the side, analyzing it, then brought it to her so she could nibble on it.

Her eyes lit up. "Ooh! It's yummy! Wanna taste?" She held it out.

The idea of just shrugging her off flashed through my mind. But instead I found myself leaning over and closing my lips around the star-shaped fruit. It didn't taste that bad, I will admit, but she can have the rest of it.

She waited.

I nodded. "Okay,"

"Yay! I like it, do you want more?"

I shook my head.

Sakura smiled and took another bite out of it. "Are you hungry? I can make lunch."

"It's fine," I stuffed the last bag into the drawer. "I already ate."

"Okay, wanna watch t.v?" Sakura led the way to the couch. "I think they were gonna show a movie today around three. It's almost three, wanna watch?"

"What movie?" My words betrayed my thoughts. There was work that needed to be done, the last thing I should be doing was lounging in front of the t.v.

"Some American movie. It's supposed to have subtitles." Sakura crossed her legs, finishing the fruit. "I don't understand a word of English."

There was work to do.

I sat down besides her. "It's simple."

"You speak English?!" She grew excited.

I nodded my head. She was always so interested in me.

"You can do so much, do you speak any other languages?" She wiped her hands with a wet paper towel.

"German, French and some Italian."

The aura she had was easily felt. She got excited over every little thing about me.
"Aw man, you're so cool! Say something in French! It's such a pretty language."

My lips twitched. She was cute. "Like what?"

"Oh... why don't you say..." Her voice trailed off while she tapped her index finger against her chin. "How do you say 'I love you'?"

My lips twitched, this time unhappily. Why did she have to pick that of all thing? "Je t'aime."

"Oh, that's so cool. How about 'Do you want to watch a movie'?"

"Voulez-vous observer un film?"

She smiled. "Oui,"

It took a second for her joke to register. I turned to look at her, her smile melting all the anger I thought I had felt.

"Just sit down," My tone was lighter than I had planned it to be.

"I'm getting a bowl of grapes first," She hopped to her feet, dancing to the refrigerator to get the grapes she had washed earlier. My attention was focused on her lithe movements as she came back and got comfortable next to me. "Can I do something?" She asked almost immediately.

"Go ahead," My gaze was back on the t.v

There was a pause, but Sakura then leaned over, placing her head on my shoulder.

My back tensed at the sweet gesture, her head rested tenderly against me. Such actions... I wasn't used to. She should've taken her head off me... but I found the action... bearable. I didn't mind.

"Grape?" She asked, holding one near my mouth. I opened my mouth, closing it around the grape put in my mouth. Her finger brushed against my lips.

I felt a strange, strong sensation of sudden placidity.


A/N: YAY FOR FRENCH CLASS! XD I pulled out my french book while writing this part haha. Sasuke speaking French sounds pretty badass ;D
Starfruit. I have never seen one, tasted one or smelled one... XD So I'm sorry if it's wrong? I googled it I swear! XO