Hey guys,

Thank you so much for the support and reviews! And hahah I had no idea that you guys got so attached to her mother, but I guess It's a good thing... God I'm glad I ain't Sakura right now, her life just when from shit to complete bullshit... And its legitly my fault...HAHA!

I'm such an asshole... -_-

Well, I love you guys for all the great support and please continue to review! :P

-Katt=^.^=

(Sakura's Point of View)

I can't breath, nothing makes since anymore. The whole word just continues to turn as I am standing still, and it's driving me crazy. I wish it would just stop.

I remember my father telling me that when I got older; I would end up with the same birth mark shaped diamond on my head as my mother. And for some reason I was so excited because I would finally look like her. I use to even draw with marker on my forehead, a purple diamond like hers.

She'd just laugh and laugh. "Oh, Sakura!" She's breath between giggles. "You are just too cute!"

I'd feel so proud of myself when ever I made her laugh, because even my father could rarely do so.

How very strange it is that I'll never be able to hear that husky, yet beautiful laugh again...

-{8*8*8}-

"Gone..." I repeated as the word was to feign to comprehend, like it was other worldly. "She can't be..."

Sasuke curled and uncurled his lips, licking then nervously as he looked past me. It felt like years, before he spoke again.

"We should get you home." He tried to place a hand on my shoulder, but I very roughly slapped it way.

"DON'T. FUCKING. TOUCH. ME." I growled snarling my lips and glaring. "You're lying! She can! She wouldn't die that easily!" I Screamed watching his face turn from sad to down right pathetic.

"Sakura.." He croaked out my name, as if the air was to thick to cut with words. My heartbeat rang in my ears, I couldn't even think straight.

"NO!" I covered my ears and dropped down to the pavement, breathing heaving in and out, in and out, I could fell my throat calming up and my chest caving in. I felt as though I was dying.

"She's hyperventilating." I could barely hear Itachi's worried voice behind me over the ringing in my ears. He rubbed my back, but I shied way from his large hand.

Then I saw the dark haired raven squat down in front of me. He cupped my face in his beautiful cold hands and looked me dead in the eyes. He was mouthing the word 'breath,' but I could make out the sound of his deep silky voice that I find myself enjoying when he lectures us in math class. I stare into his dark eyes, like I do the sky at midnight, and almost am surprised when I don't see stars I thought tot to be there.

My breath unconsciously slows the more in stare into the black holes that suck me in, known as his eyes.

"Breath." I hear him speak finally. "Good girl." He smiles, when he notices my quieted breaths. He pulls me to his chest with my head in the junction of his neck and shoulder with my shoulder under his arm. He rubbed my outer arm up and down. "Shhhhhh." He hushed me, even though I still had not cried or spoken.

I was to weak to push him away or comment on the fact that I didn't need to be 'shh'-ed. So I just leaned against him and listened to the sound of his heart beating rapidly. He propped up his chin on the top of my head.

He looked over at Itachi with concern in his eyes, as his older brother just nodded and dialed something into his phone and waited as it ran. Sasuke then picked me up, bridle style and carried me, before I heard who Itachi was calling.

I closes my eyes, liking the way he made me fell weightless. His strong arms carried me with ease to his bike, He sat me on the tail of the crotch rocket, before sitting down on it facing me with our knees touching.

"You okay?" He tucked a strand of hair behind one ear, I flinched but looked blanking past him. At this point I was numb. Non-feeling. Unable to feel. I practically no longer existed.

"Sakura?"

He sighed, placing his forehead against mine. I glance at his long eyelashes and shivered at the way his soft, strawberry smelling hair tickled my face. And without even comprehending what in the world I was doing I ran my nail bitten hand threw his hair. I heard him suddenly suck in air as if he was shocked by the action, before breathing out slowly, allowing me to smell his minty breath on my lips. He closes his eyes and leaned him to my hand as if it was the best feeling in the whole world.

I grinded my finger into his scalp and watched as he relaxed under my fingertips. He moved closer to me till my legs where slightly over his knees and let his hands fall on my waist. We both sat there a second and basked in the setting sun that made his ebony locks almost look blue next to my pale hands. I took the time to memorize the softness, ignoring everything outside of him and just let myself escape into him. I think at the time it was easier than dealing with it.

And like that our little moment was over when he very suddenly jerked away and frowned his brow in worry and just watched me for second. He moved his eyes side to side as if searching for something in my now lifeless emerald ones.

"I'm sorry, Sakura. I truly am." He spoke the words like a death sentence. He spoke those words like she was really gone. Like she was dead.

I nodded never showing any emotion, I just let my body go limp. He placed the helmet over my head and turn around and drove, to what was the only place I'll ever call home again.

I lightly held on to his middle and didn't dare let a single tear fall, yet the sobs still racked my body, like punches in the stomach.

(Sasuke's Point of View.)

When we got home, my step-father was waiting for us in the door way. He tried to hug what was left of Sakura, which was reduced to a walking form of flesh, without emotion. She didn't hug back, but once released she walked slowly up the stairs.

I was about to follow her when he grabbed my arm, and looked at me with worried eyes of a father that truly care for his daughter.

"Make sure she doesn't hurt her self." He didn't let go of my arm until I nodded.

So he knew that she was hurting her self... He knew that she was in pain along. To be honest I wasn't sure rather that pissed me off or glad that I wasn't the only one that knew about it.

"Why does she do it?" I asked him with the utter most curiosity.

He sighed and pulled his hand through his gray long hair, frowning.

"I'm not quite sure myself, but I no longer have any right to ask her." He crossed his arms and leaned against the railing of the stairs.

"Funny Sakura kinda said the same thing." I curled my upper lip in distaste. "But the different between what you said and what she said, Is that she's hoping you'd prove her wrong, but you're just using it as an excuse to be a shitty parent."

I watched him and he nodded his head in silence I knew, that he knew I was right. After that I walked up the step to my room and grabbed my guitar, before knocking on her door.

"Hey kid, open up." I waited as the pinkette answered the door in pajama bottoms and a over sized shirt, She had bracelets covering her wrist hiding the scars and a bottle of jack in her hand that looked kinda like the one that disappeared from the cabinet only a few days ago.

"What are you up too?" I mutter walking passed her and into her room. I think she notices that I was looking at the bottle because she sat on the other side of the room with it cuddled in her arms like a child.

When she didn't respond I walked over to her and sat next to her, smiling at the way she tried to squirm away from me, but hit the other wall. I had to wrestled the bottle out of her hands just to take a swig and hand it back to her. She watched me confused for a second, with her forest green doe eyes peering up at me.

She gulped the drink down after me, until I laughed at the way so looked like she was forcing it down her throat. I pulled it away from her, like a taking a bottle from baby and took another shot, before grabbing my guitar and picking the strings. She continued to drink on as I picked and strummed familiar songs by bands that I thought she mite know.

To be honest I was terrified to leave her alone, have been since I saw her legs and arms. Now more that ever.

I watched as her long lashes began to droop and her movement became slurred. I memorized her black smudged eyeliner eyes and her choppy uneven hair and the way it fell in her face without her caring to move it. I smirked every time she readjusted her potion to be more comfortable.

We sat in the corner for what felt like hours, every once in a while she knew one of the songs and even sang to the guitar, with slurred words that sounded like an angel's. She had a beautiful voice. One that I wanted to sink into and forget about the world around me.

But other then a few singing words, she didn't talk. I felt a bit concerned when I was the clock turned 12:00 and she still had yet to utter a word, and I had been in her room from 8:30 something. And by this time, she was drunk out of her mind and even cuddling next to me with her head nuzzled on my shoulder.

I sat down my guitar and picked her up placing her on my lap and rested her against my chest, and surprisingly she obliged and didn't push me away. I felt my heart beat fast smelling her vanilla scent so close to me. I let my lips skim across her forehead and savor the feel of her smooth skin under my dry lips.

She rubbed her head against me like a cat trying to keep the warmth. I sighed contently, but curiosity raised it's ugly head and slapped the shit back into me. I looked down at her as the neck line of her shirt fell over once shoulder, showing off her creaming pale skin. This was a perfect time, while she was drunk to get an answer to some of my questions.

"Hey Sakura?" I waited till she looked up at me with parted rosy lips and flushed face, I could see down her shirt as she leaned against me. "Why do you cut your self?" I justified my interviewing as an older brother just trying to help.

She looked completely unfazed as she blinked a couple of times. "Well..." Her words slurred. "I think because I like the feeling. Maybe the fact that after a while your body numbs it self from the pain when hurt badly enough, and I just wish I wasn't so emotionally numb. Sometimes I wish I could just cry when something really badly happens, but I end up crying at stupid stuff, and numbing my self to the real bad shit.."

I nodded my head pretending to understand something I could never. Just the simple fact that she said that she liked the pain completely disgusted me, but another part of me was oddly turned on. It was hard not to be when she was looking at me with sad dear eyes, small cute button noise and perky heart shaped lips. she was like a glass doll that was easily broken and cracking in my arms as she spoke. Everything she touched on me was on fire.

"What was the real shit?"

I spoke the words with out even thinking, but once the words where out they just hung in the air. She then moved so that she was sitting with her feet on either side of my hips and slipped her arms around my wait and moved my arms over shoulders. Her head pressed firmly into my chest.

"I like the sound of your heart." She mumbled kissing the place my heart was over my button down black shirt and lose tie I had on since early this morning. My breath hitched as I let my eyes slip closed hoping that she'd kiss me again, didn't. "One of mother's boyfriends asked me to do things for him. The fact that dad never cared. Maybe when I realized he had another family."

I frowned my eyebrows in confusion, before I realized she was answering my question I had asked her moments before. I felt my heart clinch at her words, I wasn't sure that she meant, but I knew it wasn't something I was going to like.

With my hands shaking, I wrap around my her protectively holding her in a tight hug barring my face in her hair.

"What did your mother's boyfriend ask of you?" I pressed on, despite knowing pretty good what she was going to say next.

She made a noise that sounded as if she was in pain, before beginning to cry, slow at first then sobs after a second.
I ran my hands through her hair in an attempt to sooth her tears. It was soft and silky under my calloused finger tips. "Shhhh..." I whispered in her ears shushing her choked sobs. "You don't have to tell me."

We sat there a second and I just let her cry, she was too drunk to even think, so I couldn't help but to laugh at the snot that her small button nose had draining from it. She whipped it on my shirt too, but I didn't mine for some reason all I could think about was the fact that even with black running from her eyes and scars on her arm she was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. once she calmed down a bit, she looked up at me with wide eyes. I searched them as if I was walking through a forest of green trying my best to find the bread crumbs that would lead me to her. the real her, not the girl that threw up walls when ever someone got to close. I wanted to know who she really was, and strangely enough all I had to do was get her intoxicated.

She bit on her lip and trembled. I raised an eyebrow at her. 'what was she doing?' She wiggled slightly in my lap, sending shock waves of pleasure through out my body as she grinded over the growing bugle in my pants. I flinched away from her.

Is she a horny drunk?

My heartbeat quickened. This is bad. This is very very bad.

I moved further against the wall trying to distance myself from her as much as possible. She still had the bottle of jack in her hand and took another gulp, I very softly took it from her, as she hesitated to let it go. She continued to weakly cling to the glace and curl her thin fingers around its neck.

"I think you you've had enough." I stood and placed it on the window ceil, beside us. the little pinkette frowned in a cute pout, letting the shirt slip off her shoulder even more as she moved close to me reaching for the jack.

"No.." She whined in protest, I laughed as she stood only to fall back down again stumbling back into her sitting potion.

I sat back down beside her, but with a foot between us, unsure if she was going to try something. I can just image my girlfriend coming and pounding me half to death, after see me being molested by a little emo chick half my age.

I watched her carefully as she crawled closer to me, I kept moving across the wall, like a prep trying to keep calm under attack. I continued to stare at her as little pinkie here, makes a very sexual glow in her eyes.

"Sakura..?" I questioned as she finally caught up to me. By placed her hands on either side of my face softly as the thumbs drifted over my cheek bones and then my lips. She lingered on them as she looked up at me. My breath caught in my throat, before siting on my lap, straddling me. "Sakura, I'm your brother now and also your teacher.. we can't...um.." I trailed off nervously.

I could tell my words weren't reaching her, because her eyes where covered with a cloud of lust, as her face drew near her to me. "Hey Sasuke?" She mumbled placing her damp forehead against mine.

"Yea?"

"Shut up." She crashed her lips into mine. I couldn't think, her lips messaged every care away. All I could taste was cherry lip bomb and liquor. It was an oddly perusable taste. Before I knew it my lips moved with hers, as my mind screamed curse words at me for giving in so easily. but then again who wouldn't give in to an amazing girl like her.

To be honest the thing that turned me on the most, wasn't the fact that a 16 teen year old girl was kissing me, with her louse pj top falling over her shoulder revealing her milky shoulders and cleavage, but the simple fact that she smelled like vanilla and was touching me with the same hands that drew all those amazing things I've seen. the same girl that insulted me while others just gawked. The same girl that was most likely to understand my same pain.

But I felt her tongue trace my lips, and it made reality hit me. I shoved her away hard and walked out of her room, only to have her run after me. I looked back at her at the head of the stair case. She was crying again.

"Go back to your room." I growled more angry with myself than her, but couldn't hide the frustration that seeped through my words. She stood at the top of the stairs with her hair in a messy and eyes that showed rejection that you wouldn't believe.

She flinched and it hurt me to see her frightened, even in the slightest by no one else but me. "What?" I asked with a sigh playing on my lips. I closed my eyes briefly and rubbed my head before looking up again.

"Please don't leave me alone." She chocked out the words like a dead sentence. I frowned. I couldn't leave her like that.. not when she had that look on her face. Not while the teen cried in sobs. so I walked her back to her room. I even tucked her into her bed, letting her lay beside me. I tried everything I knew to make the drunk girl happier, but She cried till she fell asleep. Although she gave me one last kiss on my neck before she faded into sleep.

"Thank you, Sasku.." She mumbled in her slumber as I stroked her head. I felt an overwhelming sense of protection over her for some reason now, the more I though about her father or mothers boyfriends, even Itachi and my mother, The more angry I got. I just wanted to protect her from everything. I wanted to make her happy.

I watched every bitter tear run down her pink and plump cheeks. I watched every sob tug at her chest. I watched as one of the most angelic girl, go through hell, right before my eyes. I cringed at someone causing them. I memorized the teens soft sleeping face, at her fanning hair, at her breath that's slow and calm. Then I laughed at her charming drunkenness. She made me have so many emotions I have never understood. I don't even like being emotional.

I woke up with smell of vanilla and burnt sugar, and pink. I fluttered my eyes open and was welcomed with Sakura snuggling close to my chest.

"Sakura?" I shook her slightly, till I saw jade peering threw pink eyelashes. They grew wider till I saw a very wide eyed look of surprise.

"What the fuck!" She screamed pushing me of off the mattress, kicking and shoving.

This is going to be hard to explain...

(Sakura's Point of View.)

I dreamed of mother. I dreamed of her blonde hair, the was that it would flow behind her in to ponytails like small beams of light tied together. I dreamed of her brown eyes like the warmth of coffee and the way the aroma filled our small apartment. I dreamed of her goodnight kisses, welcome home hugs and her good morning sun kissed smiled that showed that even it she was grumpy she'd try her best to smile. though her comments often betrayed her.

I dreamed of her hands. I really do believe that it's the hands of a woman that makes her a mother. The way that they were always 10 ten times softer that your own, they always felted earthy or like roses, even if I didn't particularly like the way roses smelled, I liked them on her.. The way you felt safe in those hands, no matter how afraid you were.

Then I dreamed of him.

I didn't know why, but I saw my mother's ex-boyfriend. That man that made my father look like an angel in comparison, the man that scared me or than an any blade. Him and all his sickly pale, black haired and golden eyed, terror.

I always hated Orochimaru.

My nightmares he touched me, just like he did when I was younger. He played with my hair and told me how soft it was, he made me wear his shirts with nothing under it. He'd... he'd... He'd try to rape me, but I'd always wake before he did.. But this time I awoke to another person I hated.

"What the Fuck?!" I screamed with a blaring headache. I kicked him till he fell on he grown.

He looked up to me with shock in his eyes and laughter on his lips.

"Why are you laughing?" I growled. "It's creepy!" He frowned and laughed scarcaticly after the shock wore off.

why is he acting so weird?

"You don't remember anything do you?" He cocked an eyebrow, before putting his tongue in cheek and looking up at he ceiling. He looked hurt as he began to button up the last few buttons of his shirt and rub his face.

"What are you talking about? You're acting weird.." I rubbed my own head and hissed in pain as my head pounded more and more, even worse the nightmare about my mother dyeing still seemed real.

He just stood and ran his hand threw his hair, he looked hurt but I wasn't sure why. Then he began to smile evilly like he had just thought up some great plan.

"So your saying you don't remember you begging for me to touch you?" He snickered, as I stood over to him and looked him straight in the eyes.

"Shut up.." I warned, my fist clenched and for some reason the words he spoke cut deeper than I wanted.

"Or are you just trying to forget your mother?" He looked down on me with a laugh.

Slap!

before I knew it my hand had raised to hit him, hard. It was silent for a moment as we both took in what I just did.
The raven gave me a glance through his inky bangs, that showed remorse.

"Leave." I instructed pointing at the door to the right of me, but instead of leaving he walked closer to me. I froze unsure of what he was going to do, to be honest I was frightened by him and the way he was looking me. I flinched as his hand rose to my face and cupped my cheek, and rubbing it with the pad of his thumb. I closed my eyes and relaxed into his large hand with out even realizing it.

Sasuke moved his face closer to mine time his lips scraped my ear opposite of his hand, and whispered, causing my ear to itch.

"Sorry kid.."

Then he kissed my temple, before shoving me completely away and quickly grabbing his guitar and walking out the door.

I stood there a second stunted and waited till I could breath before moving to get dressed. Then the realization of my mothers death fully hit me. I had no more hope anymore. the only small shred of happiness was ripped away from my cold hands. I looked at my wall of drawing that I drew over the last week and older ones that I thought were worth of hanging. I hatted all of them in that moment. My whole body when heavy and limp. Anger bubbled up in side me, like fire scorching my throat and chest.

Why? Why? Why?! WHY?! I screamed the words over and over in my head as the anger just grew stronger. What did I do to disserve this? Huh? I cant tell you how many times I have asked that same old fucking annoying question. I pulled at my bubble gum locks and growled in utter hatred for everything. For the unknown god that never does shit for me, no matter what I pray, the useless adults that think they have it all figured out and the fucking idiots I like to call my friends. Worse of all myself for having hope in the ones that surrounded me.

I could felt all the pain grow in me overflowing in pure fury.

I started to pulled down all my drawings and throw my canvas and over things all around the room. I threw my CD my own guitar and sketch books. I was screaming but I didn't hear it, all I knew was that I was breathing. I was crying too, as I flipped my bed and ripped my curtains. I was about to though the jack bottle threw the window, before i felt someone wrap there arms around my waist. The arms felt warm and small.

"Don't, dear. It wont make you feel any better." A soft feminine voice broke my screams, as I feel to my knees.

"Mother?" I swore I hear her, but when I looked around I saw Mikoto, in her silk red night gown, with her black hair flowing down her shoulders, her expression was soft and sad.

I weakly pushed her away threw my tears. "Don't touch me!" I tried to sound strong, but i wasn't fooling anyone, I was far to broken to even sound normal, let alone strong.

"It's okay sweetie, just let it out." She sighed pulling my head to her chest cradling me like a child. At this point I could take anymore pain so i just clung to her as if she was life it self. She lead her delicate pale hands to my back and rubbed soothing circles into my back. But even if i was enjoying the comfort the questions kept berating me. why was she being kind now. Pity? She has always been so mean, so why now?

I shoved the thoughts a side and cried harder into her arms. "I miss her, so much.. God! I miss her! I don't want to be alone!" I balled into her chest. My body shook and quaked with tears.

"Shhhhh, child. I will never leave you, you wont be alone, Sakura." She spoke calmly, assuring me of her caring.

"I'm so s-scared, I don't want to be here. I just wish I was die, Mikoto. I'm no use to anyone, the way I am.."

Then without warning she pushed me away and cupped her hands on either side of my cheeks.

"Sakura listen to me loud and clear. Don't ever say that again. Don't admen defeat. Don't ever let them see you bleed, and the only way to do that, is to stop this." She pointed to my arms. "And to choose your own happiness. Don't let the world tell you how to feel. Fight it with everything you've got. Got It!" She looked at me as she moved the stray hairs from my face.

"Why are you being so kind to me?" I asked her through choked sobs.

"Because you've proven to me that your strong, and I'm not going to let a strong person crumble, most defiantly my own daughter." She Smiled at me, before she stood and led out a hand for me to take. "Now just because I said that don't expect me to let you get by with anything you want, your still a brat in my eyes." I nodded, shocked by her words.

Here I hated her and prayed for her death, but she was rather a normal mother. But hen again who's going to kick then emo girl when her mothers already dead?

"Now get dressed and come down stairs, your father is organizing the funeral and sorting out the will. I think you'd want to be apart of that." She sighed and walked out the door.

"Thanks, Mikoto.." I mumbled still sitting on the floor looking at the concrete flooring.

"Anytime, but maybe next time try not to break things, 'kay." She laughed and I just smirked.

(Itachi's Point of View)

This was the first time, I had ever seen my mother act so unguarded with anyone but Sasuke and I.

I ran to Sakura's room when I heard screaming, but found her wrapped in my mothers arms, she was weeping, talking about how she missed her mother and my heart ached. With the same pain I felt when I heared my father had passed away. My real father, not the sorry one I have now, not that the real one was much better. But he was my father.

Mom caught my eyes, before waving me off, telling me it was private before Sakura could notice my presence. It really did hurt me to see her so broken, she wasn't that fire-y girl I had picked up at her mother's apartment anymore that insulted me every chance she got. No, she was someone different. Someone that was slowly giving up.

I slowly backed away from the attic, till I reached the foot of the attic steps, before walking down them to the second level. I stepped into the first room that was one of Sasuke's. He called it the studio, although the equipment was a lot less advanced than that of a professional studio. But non-the-less, there he was strumming away on his electric guitar.

He looked frustrated.

He most likely didn't hear Sakura's little episode because of the sound proof walls. He was singing something he wrote back in high school, right before mom remarried. I remembered it because when He played it in his room. I use to be able to hear his sobs from my bedroom once he finished the song. It was a song about our father.

I guess he and I felt the same way. The fact that Sakura's mother had died brought back unwanted memories, for the both of us.

"Hey." I mumble leaning against the bar right across from him eyeing the brandy on the rocks beside him sitting on the coffee table in front of him. I crossed my arms and watched as he finished the chord with a strum and then took a sip on his drink.

"Hey." He cleared his throat and mumbled back at me. "What are you doing here? Don't you have work?" He when back to picking the strings in a rather beautiful pattern. He was trying to take his mind off of something and I could tell by the way he refused to look up from his Finder guitar.

"Well death in the family is usually a valid excuse for absence." I sarcastically stated as I stole his glass from the glass table and took a sip of it, smirking at the warmth it caused as it traveled down my throat. He didn't mind though, in fact I doubt he even noticed. "So what about you? Took off as well?"

"Yea, both Sakura and I.." He sounded tired and exasperated, leaving no room from anything other than awkward silence. I sighed, talking to Sasuke was like pulling teeth, long and painful, just to get a little ounce of information. I took another sip of the brandy before handing it back.

"You're worried about her aren't you?" I pointed out, the obvious. He was slightly taken back by the words, looking at me shocked, before quickly returning to his calm self.

He reached for the glass and drank from it as well finishing it off, before roughly clanking it onto the table.

"Not so much her as me.. I don't trust my self around her Itachi.." My younger brother sighed before tossing the instrument onto the other end of the couch that he was sitting on.

I walked closer to him, before sitting beside him and crossing one leg over the other and frowned my eyebrows.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked now fully interested.

He sifted uncomfortably in his seat, before he looked over at me with eyes he only wore when scared. I knew it all to well because he use to give me the same look when he was younger and feared nightmares or thunder.

"I don't know, It's like when I'm around her she gets me all bothered." I rubbed the bridge of his nose. "It's like she could be talking about something so disgustingly depressing and with one look, I just want to hold her and make her mine. But not because I want to make her felt better, but because that sad look just makes me go crazy..." Sasuke sighs, before kicking the coffee table in front of him, with mumbled curse words under his breath. "God! And I know just how wrong it is, but I felt like...I just want her.. bad."

I knew I shouldn't feel angered by this, but my blood just boiled under my skin, but I acted calm and told him the first thing that popped into my mind, to keep him away from Sakura. I wanted nothing more than to make sure that he couldn't hurt the young girl that I had grown accustom too. As an older brother I felt the need to protect her the same way I use to feel towards Sasuke.

"Maybe you're just frustrated. Try calling up Karin, I'm sure she'd be happy to help out with that. She is your girlfriend." I hissed out the word 'girlfriend' to stand as a small reminder.

The troubled raven placed his elbows on his knees and rubbed his face hard. Digging his finger tips into his eye sockets and rubbing them into his scalp.

"That's also the problem here." He groaned like just hearing unwanted news. "I just can't find it in myself to like her. We hooked up in high school, but I mostly did that because she was the hottest girl in school, instead of what really mattered, you know?" He finally lean backed and looked at me.

"Not really.." I urged him to explain. I never fully understood the whole dating for looks thing, mostly because if you annoyed me I could never get it up in the first place.

He gave me a small glare as if I was purposely trying to piss him off, which a part of me was, but the part of me really was curious. he rolled his eyes and picked up his guitar again. I shifted in my seat and uncrossed my legs trying to get comfortable again.

"I don't know!" I growled hitting his stringed instrument. "I was just a stupid kid." He trailed off. I watched as his hear covered his contorted face. His eyebrows crunched together and he flared his nostrils. He breathed out once, to calm himself before continuing.

"She was beautiful and she always hang out with my friends and I, and we just kinda started to hooking up at parties and before I knew it she was asking me to meet her parents and was wearing my shirts as if they have always been her's..."

I rubbed the back of my neck, in confusion and gave him an odd look.

Is this kid an Idiot?

"Isn't that what you want to happen?" I questioned him.

He gazed up at me for a moment, at a loss for words. Then he just cast his eyes down like he was a shamed of him, before playing his guitar once more.

"You're right." He mumbled and closed his eyes.

Hell yea I was right. I am the older brother...

But another thing I could guarantee was that this whole living situation was as awkward as little Sakura's teen years..

Sorry not a lot happened in this chapter, I promise that next one will be much more exciting! It pissed me off not being able to write very much recently because of work and stuff. Man, right when you think summers gonna be the time when you get all your shit together the world piles more on you... *Sigh*

Well hopefully I'll get the next chapter out faster.. (Most over Stated phrase of this century...)

Well I love all you, amazing people! Once again that's for all the comments and a special shout out to ElevatedJewel for all her kind words and if you get a chance read some of her stories they are great!

So please fav and review! *Blows annoying kisses*

-Katt=^.^=