Fugaku and Kakashi were at it again. He couldn't figure out why he felt so devoid of his usually calm composure that morning but something was itching him the wrong way and he needed to deal with it immediately.

"Now whats gotten you so rattled?" Kakashi asked Fugaku who was frantically sifting through his stationary mouthing every curse word in his mind and regretting Sasuke entry into his office in the first place.

"What's the matter, honey? What's all this?" Mikoto asked her husband who was seemingly annoyed due to something and had created a whole pile of envelopes on his desk and some flew off onto the floor. Kakashi stood right beside her with a finger under his chin and watched the scene unfold. It was always like Fugaku to get agitated if someone ever went through his stuff without his permission. And it was always like Kakashi to mock him over his obvious distress.

"It's my envelopes Mikoto, it's one of my envelopes. It's missing. I always mark my envelopes, things come in and things go out. I am always so organized but this envelope, it could have been marked with my cash in it." Fugaku explained to her.

"Maybe we should call the FBI." She muttered.

"Why are you making fun of my stuff? This is serious, I run a business here, Mikoto. This is everything I have, it all corresponds. What-what FBI?" He retorts, annoyed.

"Dad I borrowed one of your envelopes, I hope that's okay," Sasuke came out of the living room before shoving the envelope into the pocket of his sweatpants.

"No it's not okay, it's definitely not okay-" he replied.

"Do not go in my study, or I will eat you!" Mikoto mocked Fugaku's tone. Fugaku turned to look at her in ire and frowned several times before turning back to face Sasuke.

"Mikoto, you are beautiful," Kakashi praised Mikoto in the kitchen and Fugaku immediately turned his head around and narrowed his eyes, a stinging look on his face. "Hey, hey hey! Stop doing that, I am in the same room."

"A lot of envelopes go in and out of my office every day, with a lot of cash in them. So show some respect for what I do!" Fugaku explained to Sasuke.

"I am sorry, I didn't know it was a big deal and you were sleeping and the envelope was empty, I didn't wanna wake you and you were sleeping," he replied.

"You didn't wanna wake me? Oh sure, great," Fugaku mocked,

"Be nice, I am making Grilled tomatoes and homemade's," Mikoto recited in a sing-song voice.

"Come on Dad, she's making Grilled Tomatoes and Homemades!" Sasuke repeated.

"What are you up about?" Fugaku questioned him.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what are you so up, up, up about, are you taking the right dosage of your medication," Fugaku asked this time, bothered.

"Am I taking the right dose, of course, I am." Sasuke shrugged.

"Are you sure, are you sure you aren't taking too much or too less?" Fugaku raised an eyebrow

"Dad, if I was taking too many I'd be on the floor right now." He replied before turning around and dashing towards the door.

He almost felt too breathless when he landed up on the porch of Sakura's house, panting like a dog. He pressed the door bell of the addition behind her parents' house. No one answered. He tip-toed to peer through the window, but couldn't really see anything. He ran towards the house in the front. He pressed the door bell only to be greeted immediately by a brown haired woman in her early fifties, "Who are you?" was her swift question.

"Is Sakura here?" Sasuke asked Mebuki, Sakura's mother.

"Is that another creep, Mebuki? Just beat it!" a sharp voice came from behind her. An older man appeared from behind with washed out dark pink hair.

"Woah, Woah no! No, no no no! I am married," Sasuke replied and flashed his ring ban to Kizashi, the man standing in the doorway beside his wife.

"Oh great, a married creep," he responded.

A car pulled up in front of the house and a man with short dark brown hair stepped out pacing through the porch. "Hey guys, is Sakura home?" he smiled unabashedly.

"Go away!" her mother responded.

"I know her, I know her. We dated, we still are. I called her, texted her. I am still waiting for her to respond. We used to work together my name is Kiba, I just want to hear from her, here's my card-" he said pulling out a card from inside his jacket.

"Just get the hell outta here! Another rude piece of shit-" Kizashi barked at him.

"Listen to what he's saying, you are being rude," Sasuke intervened looking at the man.

"How am I being rude?" the man asked him.

"You know, come on, you know. Sometimes it's okay for girls to do things like this, they wanna have fun. But sometimes it's not because they got a broken wing and they are an easy target, and in this case, this particular case that wing has been fixed, my friend. And you gotta make sure it stays that way, and you are getting in the way of that right now. Yeah, because she's sensitive, she's great she's artistic. This is a great girl, you gotta be respectful of that." Sasuke told the guy before helping him downstairs walking him to his car.

"Let me walk you down to your car. You're a better guy than this. I can see it in your eyes." He consoled Kiba.

"But she just texted me!" Sasuke continued to walk him out before watching him drive away and proceeding onto the road to jog, carrying the envelope in his hand.

Unbeknownst to him, Sakura stood in the front room hearing his entire little speech and smile to herself. She decided to confront him and donned her shoes on before following him down the road. Just as she is about to reach up to him she instantly regrets even being out here, she skips right ahead before him and keeps running. His eyes dart right into her back and he runs behind her.

"Hey! Hey, wait a second! What are you doing? What happened? How come you weren't outside? What the hell's going on?" he asks her in a daze.

"I can't, I can't do it." She merely states, stopping right before him to face him.

Panic strikes his expression and he narrows his eyes, "What do you mean, you can't do it? You can't do what?"

"I can't give the letter to Ino," she says catching her breath before looking below at the road.

"Sakura, what are you talking about? What do you mean you can't give the letter to Ino?" his tone is harried.

"Because what am I getting in return? What are you doing for me?"

"You said! You said if I wrote a letter, you'd get it to Ino." He sounded even more annoyed now.

"I know," she matched his eye level and looked right at him.

"That was the set-up." He stated.

"Because I do this time after time after time, I do all this shit for

other people and then I wake up and, and I'm empty, I have nothing!" Now she was the one who sounded annoyed.

"What are you talking about? You seem like you're a tough girl to me. Why don't you just do things on your own?" He asked her irritatedly.

"I always get myself in these fucking situations. I give everything to other people and nobody ever, I never - I don't get what I want, okay?"

They just stand there contemplating what exactly Sakura meant, and Sakura wonders if he even cares due to the lack of expression on his face at the moment.

"Alright, well, ask for you. What can I do for you?" he finally budges.

"I can't do it." She shakes her head in disagreement and looks at the gravel below.

"Sakura, what do you want me to do?" he asks more patiently.

She sighs, "My house," she doesn't take her eyes off the road.

"What about your house?"

"I need someone to look into's its construction and everything and I haven't really found anybody." She swings her leg to shove a rock away.

"Okay..." he raises an eyebrow ruminating her exact request.

"Neji was going to buy us a place but he couldn't now, so with the little money I got I bought the plot out of town but I don't really have any idea about how I need to go about this and Shikamaru suggested I ask you, so I am asking you now." Her eyes now raised up to meet his.

"Ahn..." he was gaining clarity to what she really meant.

"Neji was supposed to do all this but now-"

"Yeah he was supposed to but he's dead now, so there's no point bringing that up," he frowned before looking down.

"Would you please!"

"I don't have a filter when I talk."

"Can we have one conversation without you reminding me that my goddamn husband is dead? My God." She scoffed, tossing another rock aside before meeting his gaze again.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Okay, I'm sorry."

"Well, so what o you want me to do about this-uh, situation of yours?" He asked confoundingly.

"Well, I was hoping you could get around to helping me through the whole thing. From the foundation, design to the, you know, real deal." She lowered the gaze again, and then nervously matched his eyes again to reveal her requirement.

"Wow. Wow, I see. And you say Shikamaru asked you to ask me? Wow. Alright." He took this in.

Sakura sighed, "I am not a freeloader okay, I am gonna pay you every penny with the insurance money if you volunteer to help with this whole thing."

She bit her lip nervously. His eyes trailed from her eyes to her lips now, before looking away.

"Sakura, I don't know about this. I am not sure, I have been away from the whole construction game for a while now, you should seriously think about asking someone else, someone more professional. I bet my dad could help you out or my brother," he looked and turned a little away from her.

"All right, then I'm not giving her your fucking letter." She turned away and started walking in the direction of her house.

"Wait a second! But you promised you would do this." He looked exasperated.

"Think about it." She starts to walk.

"Well, I already did do something for you, you know."

"WHAT DID YOU DO FOR ME?" she asked him agitatedly.

"I took care of that jerkoff that was in front of your house."

"What? Kiba?" she stepped ahead, mouth gaping as if she couldn't answer.

"Let me ask you something. Do you call him when you're lonely?" He narrowed his eyes as if judging her character.

She doesn't reply.

"That encourages him, Sakura. You shouldn't do it." His tone is more prompt and bothered.

"Couldn't you say the same about you and Ino?" She narrows her eyes this time.

"It's not at all like me and Ino. What are you talking about? We're in love and we're married. It's completely different."

"How are you in love? Tell me about that. The big Ino love. Tell me about it, I wanna understand it." She spreads her hands out in mockery.

"We have a very unconventional chemistry, it makes people feel awkward, but not me. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever been with."

"Wow." It's almost like an arrow to the heart when she hears him describe the woman of his dreams.

"It's electric between us, okay? Yeah, we wanna change each other, but that's normal, couples wanna do that, I want her to stop dressing like she dresses, I want her to stop acting so superior to me, okay? And she wanted me to lose weight and stop my mood swings, both of which I've done. I mean, people fight. Couples fight. We would fight, we wouldn't talk for a couple weeks. That's normal. She always wanted the best for me. She wanted me to be passionate and compassionate. And that's a good thing. You know? I just, look, I'm my best self today, and I think she's her best self, today, and our love's gonna be fucking amazing." He finishes before looking back at her emerald eyes.

"It's gonna be amazing, and you're gonna be amazing, and she's gonna be amazing, and you're not gonna be that guy that's gonna take advantage of a situation without offering to do something back. So think about the house thing." She replies mockingly before walking off.

He stared right into her back, standing in the middle of the street actually contemplating the whole situation.

He retreated back in the direction of his house and ran frantically, he can't imagine something like this. The letter burned an imaginary hole in his pocket, he pulled violently at the front door of his house, only to be greeted by his blonde rehab companion.

"Woah, Woah, Woah. What the fuck are you doing here?"

"It's official, man. They didn't convert me to my Mental Hygiene Law admission status within two-thirds of the maximum length of my felony sentence for robbery, so I'm out. They had to let me go."

"I never truly understand what you are saying," Sasuke responds before turning to his father and mother sitting comfortably watching the basketball game. Sasuke pats Naruto's back and sets him off. Naruto retreats to his seat on the couch after Fugaku held out his hand calling him.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Dad's got you sitting here?" Sasuke asks Naruto enviously.

"He calls me his good luck charm," Naruto grinned.

"Hold the remote the way you were holding it before," Fugaku demanded Naruto.

"And now you're holding the remote?" Sasuke asks Naruto raising an eyebrow.

"And it's working. Your dad's a genius." Naruto responds.

"Superstition, Naruto. I don't know." He scoffs and turns around.

"Don't disappear doing God knows what with that Sakura Haruno." He hears his father state. Sasuke raises an eye, turning around.

"Dad, Dad, Dad. She's my friend. Why would you say that?" he retorted.

"Oh, she's a mess. You gotta be careful. She goes to a lot of

therapy." Fugaku groans.

"Well, I go to a lot of therapy too Dad, what are you trying to say?" Fugaku looks at Sasuke before turning over around and ignoring him.

He hears someone skip down the stairs and instantly advances to face them.

"A restraining order is nothing to fool with, bro." Itachi walks towards him, doing a double take, " Holy shit, look at you! You are fit! You look absolutely amazing. You feel good?"

"How you doing, Itachi?" he asks, his tone unwavering.

"Good. You look like Schwarzenegger in his prime." Itachi states and grins.

"Didn't I say you wouldn't recognize him?" Mikoto wails.

"So, listen, I'm sorry that I didn't come see you down at the hospital. You know how those places creep me out, and the office has been expanding. I've been helping Pop with the place 'cause he needs to have a legitimate business. He needs a tax return. With all the money that he's making with his business, they're gonna come after him." Itachi states while placing an overbearing hand on Sasuke's shoulder before pulling him aside. Sasuke just stares at Itachi.

"Well, I don't even know what to say to you anymore. You lost your wife, I'm getting engaged, and I wanna be able to tell you about that kind of thing. You lost your house, I'm getting a new house. You gave up your job, things are going great for me at the office." Itachi smirks.

Fugaku stares at the two, and scarce distance between them which is seemingly reducing.

"Maybe stop talking about all the stuff that's good for you and bad for him. Just, you know, leave it alone. We're watching the game." He intervenes.

"You know what, I'm just gonna, I'm just gonna, I'm just gonna stop talking. I'm gonna shut my mouth." Itachi responds to Sasuke's cold and tense expression.

"As my friend, Naruto would say, I got nothing but love for you, brother." The tension on his face eases and they pull each other into a hug. Itachi smiles, patting his little brother's back.

"That's right. That's right." Naruto mumbles in the background. Mikoto inhales, tearfully.

"Well, thank God, finally," Fugaku adds.

"Dario Kiroki," Sasuke tells Itachi.

"Yeah, did it fit?" he asks.

"I wore it to Shikamaru's for dinner." Sasuke smiles softly.

"Whatever you do, watch out for that restraining order, okay?" He states, almost warning.

"Don't let Sakura get you in trouble," Fugaku adds.

"Sasuke, you're up to something, I know." Mikoto strains her voice, clearing her throat.

"People like Sakura, or Naruto, or me, maybe we know something that you guys don't know, okay? Did you ever think about that? Maybe we understand something because we're more-"

"We have a sixth sense. I mean, everybody's got it. Everybody's

just not in touch with it." He gets disturbed by the door bell.

Itachi opens to door and steps aside letting the guests walk in. Officer Kotetsu and two male orderlies from the rehab stan beside him in the foyer facing the family sitting on the couch.

"How are you doing, Sasuke?" Kotetsu asks him.

"Jesus," Sasuke responds.

"I guess his sixth sense forgot to tell him the cops were coming." Fugaku states.

"I'm taking him back to the hospital." Kotetsu recited pointing at Naruto. Itachi began to chuckle.

"What? No, no, he passed his thing, right?" Sasuke interrupts.

"First of all, check with the latest legal development," Naruto replies.

"Well, we got a call that they did convert you to a Mental Hygiene Law admission status by the deadline of your sentence, so..." Kotetsu trails off.

"Wait a minute. Are you a Kings fan or are you not a Kings fan?" Fugaku asks Kotetsu.

"I'm a Kings fan." he replies.

"Well then, what's the problem? He's not goin' anywhere. Just let him finish the game, that's all. The handkerchief is working. We're killing the Suna Surfers, 81-56. What's the matter with you? Let him stay, please!"

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about "the handkerchief". And I'm glad that the Surfers are losing and we're winning, but I gotta take Naruto Uzumaki back to the rehab, alright? He can contest his case from there." Kotetsu replies oddly before grabbing Naruto and yanking him out.

"Not correct about the Mental Hygiene Law. You're not correct." Naruto's voice trails off as Kotetsu an the orderlies disappear and Sasuke stands confounded in the foyer.

Sasuke turns around to find his portrait still seated at the table and Itachi's hanging on the wall and then walks up the stairs into his room.

It was a new day. And Sasuke wanted to have the whole conversation with Sakura. He wanted to make her realize that he would help her, but only because she was helping him. Well, atleast that is what he told himself. He wore a dark blue sweatshirt and matching trousers and skipped down the stairs to enter the kitchen.

After finishing breakfast, he pulled the envelope from his pocket and scribbled something over it before shoving it back into his pocket before Mikoto could spot it. He kissed her on the cheek and stretched before stepping out through the back door.

He walked on the separate stone way path to Sakura's house at the back and immediately turned to face the window of her parent's house to fin Mebuki glaring at him. He was holding the envelope in front of his chest and walked right past her to the door of her house. He knocked before pressing the door bell but the door open instantly and she stood there dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a black tank top. He nodded when he saw her and she pulled a black pea coat before drawing it over her shoulders and stepping out.

They walked out to her car and he opened the passenger door and sat inside and she followed through. They pulled out of the drive way an instantly picked speed hitting the road up west. Kizashi stood in the door way staring into the tiny red Chevy speeding off.

Sasuke sat in the car silently for about a minute before talking. The radio buzzed in the background an he paid no attention to it.

"When are you gonna give it to her?"

"What?"

"The letter to Ino."

"Probably tonight."

"Really?" His eyes widened.

"Shikamaru and Temari and I are gonna see her tonight." Her eyes were glued to the road

"Oh, I actually changed the first paragraph. I did this thing about

Shakespeare and how it's very romantic," he stated placing the letter on the dashboard.

"Mhm..."

"And I also mentioned how generous it is, what I'm doing for you."

"Yeah. Mm-hmm. It's really generous." She turned to face him for a second.

"You know, being of service."

She nodded.

"To your need." He finished.

It was a short drive, about fifteen minutes long before the beach surrounded them to the left and they pulled up the Leaf Beach Housing County, parking after crossing a block.

"We are here," she said.

The silver reflected off the surface of the water and pink skies lined the horizon flawlessly. Hints of orange and yellow peeled through the pink that matched Sakura's hair as she walked them to an empty plot the size of an acre. It was the only one to their left that stood right before the beach.

"This is it. What do you think?" she looked intently at him.

He stood in silence, his eyes doing the talking and every inch of its movement probed every bit of the land before him. His eyes envisioned a million things and he almost forgot Sakura was beside him. She stared at his serene face, his jawline sharp as a butter knife and her own eyes trailed from his face to his chest and to his hands.

"It's a beautiful place," he simply stated.

She smiled softly before reaching into her previous stoic expression. He turned to look at her and immediately took notice of the thought troubling her.

"Has anybody ever told you how Neji died?"

"No."

"We were married for three years and five days, and I loved him. But for the last couple months, I just wasn't into sex at all. It just felt like we were so different and I was depressed. Some of that is just me, some of it was he wanted me to have kids and I have a hard enough time taking care of myself. I don't think that makes me a criminal. Anyway one night after dinner, he drove to Victoria's Secret at King of Prussia Mall and got some lingerie to get something going. And on the way back, he stopped on 76 to help a guy with a flat tire and he got hit by a car and killed. And the Victoria's Secret box was still in the front seat." she turned to look towards the shore sniffling a sob.

He looked at her with empathy. This was the first time he'd hear something like that. He couldn't have imagined her pain and could only put himself in her shoes and feel terrible. This woman had bought a piece of land to live in with her husband as a family and spend her happy days in only to be crushed by something so unfortunate. He couldn't quite place the emotions he felt for her but he definitely wanted to pull her into a hug to console her perhaps. But he couldn't. He wasn't sure how she'd react to it. She turned around to face him again and he noticed her damp cheek as his eyes lowered to the sand below them.

"I'll do it."

A/N: So my keyboard broke, an now I gotta get it repaired. You have no idea how hard it was for me to type out this whole thing without the letters 'd,?,o"' not working. God I partially did it on my phone before I got bugged.

So please leave your reviews, because this is where the story gets a little different an a lot more abridged an constructive. I love it when you guys review, so don't forget!