Consider the first chapter a prologue.

Sasuke POV:

Chapter 6

Swap

I couldn't believe how disgusting I felt when I got home. It was… strange. As soon as I stepped into my apartment I had a sudden urge to leap into the shower and scrub myself clean until my skin turned red. And that's exactly what I did. I even brushed my teeth so hard that my gums felt swollen.

And after all of that I finally realized the reason for my sudden frenzy. I was trying to get the feeling of Sakura off of me. It was crazy. The whole walk home had made me go mad. Something kept tugging at my nerves, itching me to rid myself of that unwanted feeling of her. Who knew Sakura would have such a negative impact on me?

It was never like that before.

I sat down, cleanest I've been in my entire life, (almost to the point where it hurts) wondering what was next to come.

I've never been attracted to many girls. Sakura, before everything, was actually the only girl I ever acknowledged, other than her, there was really no one that caught my eye. It was later when I actually noticed that Konoha's women are especially attractive.

I've been everywhere and I can honestly say, the woman here are much more presentable than the others I had previously met. Meaning, the only woman I've see in the past few years have been either prostitutes or Orochimaru's helpless subjects. And I never touched either of them, afraid they would give me something I hadn't wanted. As long as you were with Orochimaru you would always have to watch yourself, cause you could end up his next experiment. And I was, sort of.

I stood and moved myself towards the kitchen feeling more uneasy as time passed. I never felt this edgy since I was with Orochimaru. I decided to get a cup of water, hoping the liquid would drown the feeling as I walked off to bed.

-

The next morning was crap. I felt like everything to come was going to spiral down. It usually happens that way, one bad thing leads to the next, and so on.

And half the day decided to take that route, pitiful and flawed. But suddenly a sharp turn was made. Suddenly, the day didn't seem as bad as I thought.

I was walking through the main street, going to the hokage's once again. This time I didn't know why I was being called up, but while I was traveling the streets I saw her through the restaurant window.

She had been talking to one of the waiters, not ordering but actually having a conversation. Was that something she would do often? Go to a restaurant to chat with people she didn't know?

The boy she was conversing with had been eyeing her up and down. It had made me strangely upset to see that she hadn't noticed his wandering eyes right off the bat.

He had moved closer to her now, obviously not listening to what she had to say. He was probably asking himself whether it'd be a good idea to sit down or not, make it more 'friendly'.

Finally I had decided to intervene. The show wasn't that great, and the 'cast' wasn't one I was too happy with.

I stepped into the restaurant and walked further toward the booth that Hinata had been sitting in. Quickly, without him noticing, slipped into the booth, placing myself across from her.

She was obviously surprised. She had stopped speaking mid sentence, with her hands in the air from the gestures she had been using.

The waiter turned around and saw me, at least that's what I guessed, as soon as I sat I hadn't shifted my eyes from hers to look, "I'll get your order up," he said while pacing away.

She was in the same position for only a moment when she had finally composed herself. "Hi…" She said, curios.

"Hi." I said, my voice sounding a little off.

"What are you doing…here…at this- my table?"

I shrugged, "Sitting."

"Oh- 'kay…well…" She had decided to ignore my gaze and look down to the table, confused.

"Is my presence discomforting?…" I asked, seeing her unease. Her composure slowly crumbling away.

"N-"

I stopped her before she could finish, "Don't lie."

She nodded and looked up slowly from the table. "Yes."

I couldn't help but smirk. Her child-like innocents was practically purifying. It was interesting.

…

"Can I ask you something?" She whispered, leaning across the table.

I sat up in my seat and leaned across the table trying to hear what she saying, interested in what made her suddenly speak up.

"What had you said before you…um…k--…yeah, never mind." She pulled herself up and began to walk or run out of the restaurant.

I followed her out until I made it to the middle of the road, a few feet behind her, "HINA-…" sudden déjà vu hit me and I smiled again.

She stopped, not turning around to look at me.

"Why did you call out to me?" I yelled to her, referring to the memory of yesterday afternoon.

She turned and yelled back, "I didn't c-…" she had suddenly paused, catching herself. She scrunched her nose, in a type of defeat.

I walked up to her, now standing by her side. "How about this? I answer your question and you answer mine."

"mmm….do I really want to know?" she asked, her voice quiet.

I leaned toward her and pressed my lips against her ear, "y--" I stood there and blinked.

"Ah" She jerked away like she was in pain. Psh, like I would harm her. "m-maybe later." she said while fleeing.

Hi, people. School is killing me… slowly, I think I might just die. This year, I have marketing…URGH, there are some obnoxious people in that class! And French, which is okay and chemistry to twist things up. I'll try to update more often for the sake of you guys, but until I get back into the groove of things, I don't think that will happen so soon.

!!!Please review, it makes everyday better, as well as making the updates come sooner!!!