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Another chapter for everyone!

I must confess, there is a little implied NaruSaku in this chapter, even though I don't support it.

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"Apology accepted." Sakura pushed Sasuke away and walked curtly off.

"She's such an ice queen. How ironic." Sasuke chuckled at his little pun.

---With Sakura---

Sakura opened her locker, pulling out her skates. "Why did he hug me like that?" She leaned back against the wall, feeling her cheeks heat up. "Oh, shoot. I don't like him. I don't like him." She closed her eyes. 'Oh, man. Why is it he's hugged me? Or kissed me, for that matter?' She took a deep breath.

"Ready for practice, Sakura-chan?" Sakura glared at the voice. "Don't glare. It makes you look ugly." She saw Sasuke leaning near the water fountain.

"Shut up, stupid."

"Make me." He taunted.

"This is just one big déjà vu, isn't it?" Sakura muttered, slinging the skates over her shoulder.

"Y'know, the ice rink doesn't open for a half hour."

"I know. Tsunade-sama knows I'm going to try out for the Olympics so she gave me a key." Sakura held up a small key on a chain around her neck.

"Are you sure you wanna be in there alone? If you fall, who's going to call the hospital?" Sasuke asked, going to a locker.

"Myself."

"And if you're unconscious?"

"Erm..."

"See?" Sasuke pulled out a pair of ice skates and a hat.

"What are you doing?" Sakura watched him pull the hat over his head.

"Putting on a hat." Sasuke rolled his eyes and pointed to the hat.

"No, I mean with the skates."

"Going with you." Sasuke smirked at Sakura's annoyed face. "We have to work together, remember?"

Sakura snorted. "Right. And what suddenly made you think I'm not annoying anymore?"

"You still are. I'm just being nice because I want that gold medal."

---A Week Later, in Language Arts---

"I HAVE TO WORK WITH WHO?" Sasuke yelled at their teacher.

"Mica." The teacher rolled her eyes, returning her gaze to the paper in front of her.

"Yay for you." Sakura chuckled sarcastically.

"Shut up." Sasuke growled at his pink-haired skating companion. "Can't I work with someone else?" He asked the teacher.

"Hm... I could put Mica with Halite, and you could work with Sakura." The teacher mumbled.

"But I wanna work with Sasuke-kun!" The brunette fangirl whined. "Why is Sakura always paired with him?"

"Well, it's because she sits next to him, and I usually do side-to-side partners in class, but since he gets along with nobody but her..." The teacher sighed. "Yeah. Sasuke, you work with Sakura. Mica, you're with Halite."

"Why me?" Sakura cried, covering her head with her arms.

"At least you're not with Halite." Sasuke grunted from behind his folded hands.

"True. She would insist on writing a romance novel where the main character was based off her, all 'cute' and bubbly. And I would be stuck writing it all." Sakura groaned.

"So what should our story be about? Don't say friendship, and happiness, and a meadow of flowers with a rainbow above it," Sasuke muttered, shuddering about the thought of a rainbow and flowers.

"How about... nah, you wouldn't like it." Sakura shook her head.

"Try me."

"How about a story of friendship, then betrayal, then love, and finally angst." Sakura pushed the hair out of her eyes with her pencil. "What?" She looked at Sasuke, whose mouth was currently set in a slight 'O'.

"Angst... It sounds..." Sasuke trailed off for a moment before continuing. "So... foreign coming out of your mouth."

"Heh. So it does. Maybe," She leaned back in her chair. "There's a side of me you've just never seen. One who likes angsty stuff, and maybe a little blood here and there."

"Amazing. You never cease to amaze me, Sakura." Sasuke pulled out a pencil. "So... You like violence?"

"Sure. A bit, but not all out death and bloody gore." She shuddered.

"Hn. Sad, isn't it?" Sasuke smirked slightly, rummaging around his books for a notebook.

"What's sad?" She looked at him with a questioning look in her eyes.

"Two people, different as night and day, as dark and light, actually being friends." He opened up to a fresh page and closed his eyes.

"Well, Sasuke, think about it. In light, there is always a shadow, which is darkness, and the closer you get to the light, the greater your shadow becomes. Plus, in darkness, there is light, for as long as there is hope in despair, there is light in darkness." Sakura sighed. "Perhaps, the two are not as different as everyone thinks."

(A/N: Please note: That is based on a part of the video game, Kingdom Hearts, which I do not own in any way, shape, or form.)

"Spoken like a philosopher." Sasuke smirked.

"Your point?" Sakura began to write, quickly forming the words in sloppy, thin handwriting.

"Nothing." The bell suddenly rang.

"Alright, students! I highly suggest you all work on this at home with your partners!" The teacher called as the students left the classroom.

"So my house? After practice?" Sakura asked Sasuke.

"Sure."

---Sakura's House---

The two were currently in Sakura's room, since it had a working computer.

"Sasuke, are you hungry? I could make some food." Sakura suggested.

"Sure." Sasuke watched Sakura leave the room, heading for the kitchen. He looked around the pink room, seeing pictures everywhere.

Pictures of Sakura at the beach, camping, in front of a mountain background, and more. A particular section caught his eye though. Sakura was skating with a blonde boy, looking like she was having pure, exhilarating fun. He examined the date under the picture.

'December 24th, 2003. Three years ago. So she was 13...'

"Sasuke? I've got some sandwiches." Sakura entered the room with a tray of two sandwiches and two sodas.

"Hey, Sakura? Who's that guy with you in all those pictures?" Sasuke pointed at the small cluster of photos.

"Oh, him? That's Naruto, my old skating partner." Sakura shrugged. "He was really good."

"Really?" Sasuke sat down next to her on the bed.

"Yeah." Sakura suddenly looked sad. "Did I ever show you the scar on my head?" Sasuke shook his head. Sakura sighed and put her hands to her hair and parted it. There, standing out against the pink hair, was a white, raised, long, thin scar.

"How did that happen?" Sasuke reached out his fingers to touch it.

"Well, it all happened three years ago, on February 23..."

Flashback

Sakura and Naruto were at the skating rink, practicing.

"Hey, Sakura-chan, your hands are really cold." Naruto said, holding up her hand.

"Yeah, I guess I should put on my gloves. Hold on, I'll go get them." Sakura went to her bag and pulled out the pink gloves she always wore outside in the winter and slipped them on.

"Are you sure, Sakura-chan? I mean, what if they fall off?" Naruto protested.

"It's fine, Naruto. I'll be okay." Sakura grabbed his hands and the two began skating again, but just as soon as they began to spin with Naruto holding her hands and extending Sakura out near the ice, her hands slipped out of the gloves, sending her flying to the wall.

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