Have you people missed me? Oh I know you have!! CX

Anyways, here is the NEXT chapter OF Green Eyed Girl.

I was grateful when the school day ended. I received warm welcomes from Naruto, a polite nod from Neji, and a nap from Shikamaru. It was nice to see everyone again. On my way back from school, I decided on visiting the Uchiha Mansion. The familiar face of Mikoto was fairly nice and fresh in my mind. I missed the sweet, kind, loud mother figure.

I knocked on the door twice and it was Daisuke who opened said door. His dark eyes widened when he saw me, and a large smile grew onto his face. Daisuke ran to me and threw his arms around my middle. I smiled softly.

"Hey Shorty. When did you get so tall?" I asked, putting my hand on his head.

Daisuke's body was shaking roughly, and it was as if he was crying. I kept on smiling as I looked down at him.

"W-Where d-did you g-go?" he asked through his tears.

I simply smiled as I picked him up. He wrapped his arms around my neck, and buried his face in my neck. I moved his legs around my torso and kept my arms under him, supporting his weight. How long had it been since I had seen Daisuke? Three or four months, right? I missed the little boy.

"Daisuke, I heard you crying! What's wrong?" I heard a familiar voice call.

And a graceful figure flew down the stairs with the grace that only Mikoto Uchiha could possess. She followed Daisuke's body up to my face and tears sprung to her eyes as well. Mikoto ran over to me and threw her arms around me and Daisuke. Tears were falling down her face and I could feel their warmth on my neck as well as Daisuke's.

Mikoto moved away after a fairly long while. I smiled at her and she tilted her head.

"You haven't aged a day!" I said with a small grin.

Mikoto laughed and shook her head at me.

"Where have you been so long, Sakura Chan? Daisuke has been worried sick, and I've been worried just as much. It's very boring without you here Sakura Chan. Everything is sort of….Off." she said softly.

I sighed and looked down at Daisuke.

"I've been…Away. Kind of busy. I really wanted to visit, I promise I did. But now that I'm better, I'm going to be visiting much more often if that's okay." I replied calmly.

Mikoto smiled and led me up the stairs and into a private room I never knew about. It was completely made of glass, and there were a few throw pillows, a coffee table, and a small couch in the room. Mikoto walked in and I followed, Daisuke still in my arms.

Mikoto sat down on a pillow beside the table and I sat down on the other side. Daisuke had stopped crying by then and had moved his head back. He looked down and saw my locket. A large smile spread across his face once more.

"You still have it!" he exclaimed joyfully.

I nodded as I touched my hand to the locket.

"Of course. How could I ever lose it? I've never taken it off since the day you've given it to me." I replied sweetly.

Daisuke smiled once more and looked as though he was about to cry. I looked up at Mikoto and she looked a little upset. Mikoto took Daisuke from my arms and set him down on the couch. It was then did I realize that Daisuke had fallen asleep. And it looked as though he was long gone.

"That locket, though it was given to you by Daisuke, it was originally from Sasuke."

I raised my brow.

"Yes, and?" I asked.

It wasn't as if any of that mattered to me. Daisuke gave me the locket and that was all that mattered. I loved the little silver thing and put my hand to it. The familiar cold feeling that licked my fingertips was something I had always loved.

"When Daisuke got that locket, it lost its true meaning to whoever it was given to. But when it was given to you, it regained said meaning, due to the fact that it was Sasuke's before Daisuke's, it now has its original meaning." Mikoto said.

It was obvious about what was coming next. It was simple and obvious in my mind. I nodded at Mikoto, urging her to continue.

"Since that locket was first made one hundred years ago, it has been an engagement necklace. When Daisuke got it, he was underage. So by the rules, whomever Daisuke gave it to would marry Sasuke."

I sighed. Why was I the one with a prick for a husband? I had long since lost my hopeless love for Sasuke. It had just lessened. I loved Sasuke, but in a different way than I used to. I smiled and nodded at Mikoto.

"Thank you for this information. But, do Sasuke and I really have to marry?" I asked softly, careful not to wake Daisuke.

"No, Sakura, you do not have to marry. It's merely an old tradition we Uchiha pride ourselves upon. A tradition that would be broken if you refused."

"You can't guilt me into marrying your son."

"I'm not trying to guilt you into anything."

"I don't want to learn to love anyone."

"I had to."

There was something I didn't know. Mikoto had to learn to love Fugaku?

"I'm not you."

"You have no choice. This marriage was planned when you just a baby."

"Why was I never told about this?"

"We were worried about how you would react."

"Well, I don't appreciate not being told about my own damn marriage proposal until I turned sixteen."

"I apologize about not doing so. But after your parents unfortunate deaths, we believed that we couldn't tell you. You'd break down."

"Would you rather that I broke down now?"

"There is only the single problem that Haruno Hospitals doesn't want you to marry Sasuke. You parents have been all for it, but the other executives don't like it."

"And why don't they like this? I'd love to hear this."

"They think that if the Uchiha Corp. gains too much power, they'll put Haruno Hospitals out of business. But they don't see the big picture. If Haruno and Uchiha combined, together they'd be the most powerful business this world has ever seen."

"So you're telling me to put the betterment of my business before the betterment of my heart?"

"No. No, I'm not. Fugaku wanted me to tell you all of this if you ever returned or if we ever got in contact. He knew that you would never listen to him, so he sent me instead. I'm telling you to follow your heart, and do what you believe is right."

I sighed as I got up from my seat. I walked over to Daisuke and kissed his forehead. I walked back over to Mikoto and hugged her.

"I'll see you soon, Miko Chan. Next time, let's not speak of business okay? It put poor Dai Chan to sleep." I said softly.

Mikoto sighed and nodded. A weary smile was on her face as she lifted herself from her seat as well. I clutched my messenger bag to myself as I walked over to the window. It was probably just a door, considering the fact that the whole room was made of glass. I looked back and winked at Mikoto before jumping out of the window.

I landed nimbly on my feet before I began the trek back to my home.

It didn't take me long to reach the Akatsuki base. I unlocked the door and walked over to the laundry shoot. I hopped in the thing and slid down easily. After a couple of seconds after I got in, I landed on my feet on the other side.

It was fairly dark on the other side. The dim lighting of the base calmed me down immediately. It was something I was oh so very used to it. I sighed as I made my way to my room. I ignored most anyone who greeted me. I knew that Toby didn't appreciate that, but Deidra knew enough to leave me alone.

I was having one of those days.

I reached my room with a soft sigh. I dropped my bag on the floor and walked slowly over to my bed. I fell face first into it and moved my hand to my neck for the locket. I closed my eyes in the cream colored comforter and groaned.

So I was engaged to Sasuke Uchiha?

Against my will?

A few months ago, I would have died. Well, died in happiness. I was going to be able to marry the man that I loved. But love was out of the question at this point. I was so over this. So what if I found myself missing his obsidian eyes, which if you got close enough, you'd notice that they were stormy grey. So what if I found myself missing his raven locks and the soft feeling of them when I wound my hands in his hair when we would make out.

So what?

Who cared?

I cared. And that was what was so pathetic about me. I hated this. And I sort of hated myself. I wanted desperately to be out of love with Sasuke. But I couldn't bring myself to it. Itachi's lips felt eerily like Sasuke's, but no. They were not the same.

Nothing was the same.

And for that, I started crying.