(A/N): Oh. My. Gosh. How long haven't I updated? I'm terribly sorry if I haven't updated for SO long! High school isn't a happy place for me. So, I'm doing my best on keeping this story kicking and the other stories as well…

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: Edited in March 30,2014 :

-X-

The blonde-haired girl sat down beside the pinkette, eating her usual chicken sandwich while looking at her best friend in disbelief. Clearly, the pinkette just explained what happened, and it is different how Sasuke acted in that kind of way. It was kind of mysterious, and very outrageous to her. With these different news, the blonde just leaned forward with her eyebrows furrowed in interest.

"Now, what did you do to him?" She asked, licking the excess mustard leaking out of her chicken sandwich. Sakura just stared at the blue space above them, no emotion playing on her emerald eyes.

Her mind went blank, she had nothing to think of. But what about these two? How is she going to deal with those two… guys? "It might be hell for me. But I think I should change my profile and make a song that involves with marimba and whatnot."

Ino chuckled softly, grabbing a tissue on her bag and wiping her mouth from the fresh stains and her hands. "Nah, I think you're good." Sakura is next to look at her in pure doubt. "Bull…" Sakura muttered,punching her playfully on the shoulder.

"I'm serious, Sakura." She crossed her legs and propped her leg in a more comfortable way. "The way they act and think about you. It's incredible. No woman have been treated like that since they are born." Ino spoke in a different accent,making her feel a bit clever from her observation. The pinkette rolled her eyes and sipped on her blue lemonade, made by herself. She savoured the sour yet sweet taste of lemons and sugar, and squinted from the lime that tickled her.

"Kami just jinxed me. Hell, why do I care anyway?" Ino narrowed her eyes. "Because you first invited me here from the phone yelling like a madman and babbling all sorts of stuff that includes boys and their manly cooties. And now you're telling me you don't care?" Ino crossed her arms frowned. "That is bull, Sakura. You don't even know what you are saying just now, aren't you?"

'Now that I think of it,' she thought. 'I think my mouth was running by itself.'

-X-

The blonde shut the door behind him, and rummaged through his closet only to find a note floating downwards. He caught it in the mid-air and read it. The black scribbling on the yellow note was familiar to him.

"Meet me on the roof, 5 PM sharp. Bring no one else but you. Understand, usuratonkachi? –Sasuke"

Naruto gave out a sigh, and changed his outfit, since it is getting cold lately. He shifted into black jacket and yellow long-sleeved shirt with some blue and red decorations scribbled below his chest, brown cargo pants that suited him just fine, and black boots. He didn't even like boots, yet his best friend insisted to make him wear one, since he almost got frostbite from last Christmas. He was just wearing his worn-out blue Converse and his socks were soaked from the cold ice that dripped one his feet.

When he got home, Sasuke was there. And when he removed his footwear, Sasuke almost screamed and rushed to get warm water. He gave him warm and soaked yellow towel, wrapped it around him, and dipped his feet on the searing liquid. He yelped, and at the same time-relaxed.

That time, the raven gave him black boots that suit him well. Then Naruto was saying, "I don't like boots! I think it's for gays."

Sasuke rolled his eyes and scolded him like a mother. When it is almost September, he always make sure that Naruto gets to wear his boots, and tell him to buy him new ones when they get a chance to go to the mall when they go on vacation, since it's cheaper on other cities.

The boots cackled on the newly polished floor, clicking on the floor with echoes ringing on the empty hallway. It is mid-October, and the students are either preparing for Hallowen or just hanging out on the mall. Of course, many prefer to stay on their rooms and chit-chat.

He went towards the roof, the staircase ascending towards him. By the time he stepped at the end of the stairs, he opened the grey door. As it creaked open, he saw a shadowy figure sitting down on the grey concrete floor. The cloud of warm breath evaporating on the chilly wind. He squinted,making out the figure just near the wired fences.

It is Sasuke, and he is wearing dark brown leather jacket and dark blue collared long-sleeved shirt with blue jeans, along with his favourite sleek black boots.

He glanced at the blonde and stood up, his hands buried deep on his pockets. "Sorry to keep you waiting. I think we need to go somewhere warm." Naruto said, making Sasuke follow him towards the cafeteria, surprisingly it is a bit empty.

Only a few students chat loudly on the sides, drinking the special hot chocolate with marshmallows topped on it with small bread as a side dish. The smell of cocoa lingered on the air, and they first ordered the special hot chocolate before sitting on the far corner of the room.

"What do you want to talk about anyway?" Naruto asked, sipping the hot liquid. His throat felt rough, and by the time the creamy liquid slid down his throat, he felt refreshed and relaxed. But Sasuke wouldn't give him a chance, since he had some issues to talk about.

"Do you really know who this 'Sakura' is?" Sasuke asked, no hint of embarrassment or curiosity entering his voice. Naruto raised an elegant brow. "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is," Sasuke paused, eyeing some students who passed them by and chuckling. "that I really don't know what kind of connection you two have."

"What the hell are you saying? She's just a friend, nothing more." He muttered, licking his upper lip and tasting chocolate. "Why do you ask that stupid question just now?"

Sasuke rolled his eyes and leaned forward. "I think I knew her from somewhere. But I don't know where or when I knew her." He paused, leaning back. "I felt like she is someone I knew before. Before you, Naruto." He crossed his arms and shut his eyes. "Before you became my best friend and great rival."

-X-

She shuffled on her seat uncomfortably, her hands clutching the ends of the wooden chair while her emerald eyes search for anything to grab unto and save herself from this womanly torture. She doesn't have the exact word for it, but she hates make-ups.

And now, she is going to receive one from Ino. And she promised that she would do it everyday, by accident though,since she was almost strangled on the throat and almost drowned from a cinnamon torture.

She groaned while closing her eyes. "Do I have to?" She muffled, slapped her palm on her face, a manner of exhaustion and annoyance. The blonde just grabbed her pink make-up kit and opened it. Different varities of make-up were stored in there. Pink lush lipsticks, black pencils, white and porcelain powder, different sizes of brushes, and many more she couldn't even bare to look at. This is pure nightmare.

"Close your eyes, and let me do the work." Ino assured, grabbing a powder and brush and approaching her. Sakura shielded herself and moaned. "No. I don't want that."

"But you HAVE to. Do you want him to notice you or not?" Ino emphasized, making the pinkette open her left eye and stare at her. "F-fine. But I have to look and see if I look… good or not." She regretted the words that came out of her mouth. And she clicked her tongue as Ino smirked in triumph.

"So," Ino leaned in and made an evil cackle. "shall we begin then?"