(A/N: I love keeping you guys in suspense. You know I just thought that maybe if you are not a strong writer and you like my writing, you could send me an idea for a story and give me details and MAYBE I could write it for you. Don't forget, I have a life too! Sorta, Kinda)

Chapter 4:

Sakura's POV:

"Hey Souta, time to go to bed." I gestured for Sasuke to come out I didn't want him butting in to my personal business. "I'm looking for a book that one of the kid's is asking me to read." Sasuke picked up a book beside him and walked out of the room bidding Souta goodnight. "Goodnight Souta-kun." I said smiling at him and closing the door slowly. The hallway was dark because it was nighttime already and the only light was coming from the moon flowing in the windows of the rooms that their doors were open. Sasuke was standing in the light and I couldn't help but notice how well-built and good he looked at that moment but I ignored it. I reached out. "Can I have the book now please?"

"Well, since you said please…only if you can reach it." He raised it up his head. He was maybe head taller than short little old me so I jumped to reach it. Sasuke laughed as he saw my attempt fail. "Come one, you can do it." I glared at him. He was mocking me. I reached again and caught the book so I grinned happily until I noticed he actually let he have it. Still he kept his grip on it and I was pushed back against a wall. Sasuke's face was inches away from mine. I felt heat rise up to my cheeks and tried to stop it.

"You're blushing." He commented and I wondered how he could see in the darkness.

"Well, you are pretty much a stranger and you are pretty close to my face." I tried to look away from him but his eyes seemed captivating. "Can you please give me the book?"

"Not until you tell me why you come to work with bruises and cuts all over your body." Sasuke smirked.

I frowned. So this is what it's all about. I yanked on the book and it was freed from his grasp. "You know, I don't think that's any of your business."

"But—" He started but I cut him off.

"It's my business and it's something I have to deal with so just back off." I turned away. "Why would you even care? It doesn't matter to you."

Sasuke's POV

It was late, dark and nighttime. I don't even know myself why I care about Sakura's bruises and cuts. She's right; it's none of my business. I just can't help but feel concerned for her. I saw Sakura walking out and putting on a jacket. I put out my joint on a brick wall and walked toward her. She looked scared until she noticed it was me.

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna bother you. I just wanted to ask you if I could walk you home." I said. "You could use a little protection. You're so small."

"Sure you can walk me home…as long you don't talk about…" She said.

"My lips are sealed." I pulled my index finger and thumb across my mouth. "I can see it's a touchy subject."

"Whatever," She scoffed. Her breath was visible in the cold winter's night air. "I just don't like people sticking their noses in my business." We started walking in the direction of her house I assumed.

Sakura seemed like a strong girl, strong to her opinion and ready to stand up for anyone especially herself. But she seemed sad somehow; reluctant and hesitant to talk like she thought I knew something she didn't want me too. Maybe she was just paranoid.

"So," I broke the awkward silence. "Why did you reject Naruto when he asked you out before?" Why am I asking this? Why do I even care?

"Well firstly, I just met him; secondly, if he asks someone out so casually, he must do it to every girl he thinks is hot therefore he must have lots of girlfriends." I laughed. I was true; Naruto couldn't make up his mind on a girl. He liked all girls in general, not just one. "And thirdly, he's a criminal."

"That's so stereotype. Not all criminals are bad. Naruto has a good heart; he just hasn't found a person to share it with yet." I defended him. "And I'm a criminal too; you don't hate me, do you?" Once again I asked myself why I cared. I looked at her expectantly. She looked back at me and smiled shyly.

"No, I don't hate you." I smiled and nodded, looking back to the path in front of me. "I was just saying that I'm cautious around criminals. They make me anxious…well, they used to. I can't say I'm innocent either, I have stolen. I thought all criminals were bad but I guess you guys proved me wrong. At first I thought you would just be an arrogant, self-conscious criminal but you showed me different. You can really care about people when you want to."

"That's good. I glad you see it that way." I replied. "But you should still watch out because there are really bad people out."

"Yeah," she sighed. "I know that."

"I just realized how little I know about you. Let's play a game."

"Sure," she agreed. "What's it called?"

"Umm, let's just call it Random Questions." I suggested. "It's when I ask you a question and you can answer honestly or refuse to answer, no lies. Then you ask me a question and I have to answer and so on and so forth."

"Okay, you start." She said.

"Okay, umm, favorite color?"

"Pink. Favorite food?"

"Tomatoes. Boyfriend?"

"Nope. You?"

"I don't have a boyfriend."

"No I meant do you have a girlfriend?" She laughed.

"No, I don't. Okay, favorite child at the hospital?"

"I can't choose. I love them all. Favorite person?"

"Michael Jackson." She laughed loud. I noticed how much she didn't laugh and that she should more often.

"Are you serious?" She covered her mouth, when she laughed.

"Yeah, I mean, once you get past his liking for young children, you could appreciate his dancing skills." She laughed again much softer though. "Favorite restaurant?"

"I like to eat on a rooftop or on a beach, not a restaurant." She stopped and looked around as rain started dribbling in from the sky. "Hurry, my house is right up the road." We ran until we reached a small house that seemed sort of gloomy. We walked up the steps just in time to avoid the huge rainfall.

"Thanks for walking me." She said shaking. "Wanna come in? We could call you a cab?" I nodded and she opened the door. I entered and saw it was not as gloomy on the inside as it was on the outside. To the left hand side, there was a living room and a half-empty bottle of beer. To the right, the kitchen was very messy. Plates were staked up in the sink and there was something that looked like puke on the floor. "Daddy," her voice sounded a bit shaky. It was pretty cold inside the house. "We have a visitor." A bald man came walking in and grabbed the beer on the table. He was only wearing his boxers and a white shirt but he smiled at me. I didn't see any resemblance between them whatsoever.

"Hi there," he said in a friendly voice. "I'm her Dad." He extended his hand and I gladly took it. He had a firm grip.

"Uchiha Sasuke." I replied. He gestured for me to sit down and Sakura took the phone to call a cab.

"So how do you know my daughter? Are you her boyfriend?" Sakura coughed in the background but I shook my head smirking at her reaction.

"No, I'm not. I just volunteer at the same place where she does." I replied. "It was dark so I offered to walk her home. You never know what creeps might be out there."

"Yes that's true." He agreed. Sakura placed the phone down on the receiver and sat beside me. "But my Sakura's a strong girl. Any creep that comes her way, she could take care of." He smiled at Sakura but she didn't smile back. I felt a weird aura around her, like hatred maybe toward her father or maybe toward me. I couldn't direct it. "You know I was getting worried because Sakura doesn't bring any of her friends. I wonder if she has any at her school." I looked at her but she avoided my gaze.

"Where's your wife? Is she here?" I asked casually looking around.

"Oh, she left me with Sakura and left. I didn't like her that much but there was no way I would poor Sakura alone. She was always sleeping around with many men. I mean can you say whore?" Sakura suddenly sat up.

"Oh, look Sasuke, your cab's here." I looked at her strangely. She was acting very weird. She walked me to the door and thanked me again and closed the door behind her. I climbed in the cab, confused. Sakura was one of the most confusing people I have ever met.

(A/N: I could sue you guys for distracting me from doing my homework. The more reviews the sooner I update. I feel so special. Everybody loves my stories. By the way, is it confusing when I keep switching POV's 'caus if it is, I could maybe stop. But then you wouldn't know what they are feeling. That's why I like my way better. Anyways tell me your opinion. FYI, I am not a pro writer so don't expect a masterpiece. STAY TUNED FOR MORE COMING UP.)