Disclaimer: We do not own Naruto

Title: Landing Amongst the Stars

Genre: Romance/Drama/Angst


LANDING AMONGST THE STARS

Chapter Seven: Miscommunications

A collaboration by Winter Psyche and tornupleather


~Sakura's POV~

Flashback:

My mother stood in front of me, her tear-stricken face wavering with each word. She was standing behind the kitchen window. I could see soft white dots float down behind her. We hadn't had snow for a while.

"Sakura..."

"Mom!" I yelled, grabbing her skirt frantically, "What's wrong? Where's daddy?"

I could feel wet drops fall on my face. I didn't know if they were my mother's or my own.

"Sakura," my mother repeated, a little more sternly, as if snapping herself back, "He's not here anymore."

I crinkled my face and shook my head, "I know, but where's daddy?" I asked again, with more urgency.

I didn't know it at the time why I felt like my head was swelling and my tongue heavy like lead. My face felt hot against my mother's cool silk skirt, and I rubbed it against the soothing fabric, inexplicably trying to find some sort of solace in the action.

"Sakura, I told you."

I stomped impatiently, encircling a slim leg, "But where is he?"

"He's...gone on a trip." Her voice sounded strange, high-pitched and shaky. I drew my head up.

"Like, when he went across to fairy world and brought back presents?" I asked uncertainly. I searched my mother's face for reassurance.

She shut her eyes, "Yes."

I smiled then, releasing her, and jumped up and down. I nodded frantically, "That's why his stuff is gone, right Mommy?"

"Yes."

"I'm going to Ino's house!" I beamed.

"Don't forget your coat. Be home by six..." I heard my mother trail weakly.

Ignoring her, I ran. The cold and snow whipping into my face, bringing tears to my eyes.

When I finally reached the clearing I stopped, breathing laboriously. I could smell the fresh odor of crisp fallen snow. The trees looked especially majestic covered in their white gowns. They swayed silently, dancing. I took off my shoes and sweater, digging my toes into the freezing layer of white ice crystals.

I stared at the trees for a while, my hair damp from the frozen flakes of rain. My face was warm from the run but my hands and feet numb from the cold. I brought my palms to my cheeks, watching the clouds of air escape my lips with each pant. The sting lasted for only about a few minutes until the pain seeped away with the bitter chill.

I don't remember how long I stood there, watching snowflakes fall to the ground. The wind caressed my face with its long icy fingers and soon I couldn't feel anything at all.

The cold was seeping into my clothes, skin and insides. I sighed and closed my eyes, letting the wintry coolness take over my whole body.

I startled when two arms wrapped around my frozen frame, the warm touch stinging my skin. I blinked in surprise but realized I was too cold to speak.

"It's going to be okay, I promise." A voice whispered in my ear, tingling the hair around it.

"I-Itac-chi." I shivered.

"I know." His arms tightened around me and I could feel his warmth permeate my the thin fabric on my back, his breath melting the frost on my neck.

My face crumpled then, and I let out a painful sob.

His arms only held on tighter.

"He's not coming back, is he? Not this time." I cried, covering my eyes with my frozen hands.

"I'm sorry, Sakura." Itachi said painfully, pressing his lips to my temple.

"Why doesn't he love me?" I wept heavily, bringing my hands to my sides but unable to move any fingers.

"You're wrong." Itachi's replied, his voice laced with grief, "You're wrong..."

I cried harder, my whole body shaking from the cold and heartache.

I didn't remember falling asleep but when I woke up...I was in the hospital, wrapped up in sheets. On my forehead was a hot towel.

"Sak!" Ino cried, grabbing my hand, "Your lips were blue."

I shifted groggily, squinting at my best friend.

"Where…where is he?" I asked softly, my voice husky and dry. I coughed.

The blonde smiled despite her initial tears, "Itachi's outside, talking to your mom. He carried you back to my house. But…you weren't awake."

I shook my head impatiently, but sleep was consuming me once more. My eyelids drooped, as I desperately tried to fight the drowsiness. As if fighting for consciousness would help me find my father.


"Sakura…hey. You awake…?"

I slowly slipped my eyes open, groaning at the brightness.

"I feel like shit." I mumbled, closing my eyes and bringing the blanket over my head.

"I know…uhm. Deidara came in just a few minutes ago and gave us some Advil. I don't know about you, but I have a killer headache."

I snorted, "That's because you drank too much."

A pregnant silence fell, but I disregarded it. I shifted to face away from the light.

"Sakura…?"

"Mmmm?"

"Do…how do you feel?"

Slowly I blinked my eyes open. Then I jolted up, turning my head side to side.

"Did you just say Deidara?" I asked, cocking my head to the side.

I glanced at Ino, her eyes strangely wide, there was a bizarre expression on her face. My eyes flew open at the realization.

"Shit! Did you hook up with Deidara?" I hissed, "Oh god. Did I hook up with him?" I flailed frantically, raking a hand through my messy hair.

"Sakura!" Ino snapped suddenly.

I faced her, relief washing over me, "You're joking right…? But where are we?" I swiveled my head once again.

"Are you seriously…do you…" Ino trailed off, biting her lip. She got off of the bed then, looking at me squarely in the face, "Sakura, are you telling me you don't remember what happened last night?"

I panicked, I had ever seen such an expression on my best friend's face before, "Oh god Ino…did I do something really bad? Shit…I don't even remember drinking that much. Who's house are we in?"

I watched nervously as my friend's face darkened, a dangerous look crossing her features, "Sakura…tell me what you remember."

"Er…" I began, raking my brain for details of night last, "I…oh! You were…we met these guys." I stammered.

Ino tensed, then suddenly loosened, her expression almost…relieved?

"What?" I demanded. "Ino, you better fucking tell me what happened. I don't care how bad." A wave of nausea passed through me, and I held my head, wincing.

"I hooked up with Deidara." Ino said slowly, turning slightly away from me.

I stiffened, "Is that all…?"

She nodded, now fully faced away. I narrowed my eyes.

She's hiding something.

"What aren't you telling me?

Ino smiled then, but I noticed it didn't reach her transparent blue eyes, "Well you…you uhm, hooked up with Ita—Sasori."

My heart stopped, "Excuse me?"

If anything, Ino looked just as surprised, "Yeah, they were at the club."

"Excuse me?" I repeated, my voice at the edge of hysteria.

This couldn't be happening to me. I couldn't have hooked up with Sasori. What the hell?

WHAT. THE. …?

"Okay so you're saying we hooked up with two members of the Akatsuki." I said slowly as if talking to a five-year-old.

Ino sighed, bringing a hand to her forehead, "Yeah."

I blubbered, "B-But...How...! I don't understand!"

"Well you better believe it because we're in their guest room right now..."

"We're in...Deidara's house?" I squawked.

"We're in one of the FU entertainment dorms." She shifted away from me, grabbing a glass of water off the bedside table and handing it to me. In her other hand were two red pills.

I blinked.

"Say what?"

"They're sponsored by FU entertainment." Ino rolled her eyes, "Takes these and feel better okay? I'll go grab you breakfast."

I obliged, swallowing the pills in two gulps.

I began to lie down, but winced at the shooting pain bellow my neck. Glancing down I noticed I was covered in bandages. I widened my eyes in alarm, touching the binding gingerly.

"Ino!"

She ran back into the room, her eyes wide, "What? What is it?"

I pointed to my collar, "I'm hurt!"

Her blue eyes flashed then settled quickly, "You fell."

"Oh…on my neck?"

"Yeah."

"Is that even possible?"

"For you? Anything's possible."


-Ino's POV-

I don't know why I lied, all I knew was that I couldn't tell Sakura. Guilt crept up the back of my neck as I heard the rosette groan in pain as she was probably just discovering more injuries.

I hesitated, wanting to run back in the bedroom and order her not to strain herself, but I bit my lip instead, not wanting to sound more suspicious than I already did.

A thought hit me.

Why the fuck did I say she made out with Sasori? Of all people...

I shook my head, feeling a slight blush spread across my cheeks. Now was not the time to think about him.

I slipped into the kitchen and was suddenly greeted with the smell of bacon and eggs. I set a new plate onto the table, trying not to eavesdrop on the low rumbling of voices farther down the hall.

My hand lingered on the refrigerator door.

Sakura shouldn't know what happened last night. It would be better for her if she didn't remember anything...

-Flashback-

"One more step, and I swear I'll f-fucking shoot!" Kabuto screamed, waving the gun in front of Sakura's face.

"Kabuto, it's over. Put the gun down." Jiraya moved closer, a gun in his hand. He spoke slowly, his face a mask of calm.

Sakura groaned again at the pressure of Kabuto's weight.

Behind him emerged Konan and Deidara, their faces dark, each holding a gun as well.

"Kabuto! Just fucking stop it!" Juugo cursed, running a hand through his orange hair. The look on his face projected an intense fear as he watched Jiraya make his way towards Kabuto.

"You're all dead." Konan spat, literally.

I tried to stand up, but found myself unable to, my knees weak.

"Think careully, Kabuto. Do you really want to do this?" Jiraya asked, his face grim, "There's no turning back."

"It's your fucking fault in the first place!" Kabuto sneered hysterically, keep his gun trained heavily on my best friend's forehead.

Watching Sakura in pain caused a infuriation bubble inside my stomach. I felt my throat close up watching the weapon so close to her face.

"Kabuto. What happened to you? You're weren't like this." Jiraya continued as if Kabuto hadn't spoken.

I watched something shift in Kabuto's eyes. A strange undecipherable expression.

"Don't pretend you fucking care, Jiraya. You sacked us. You sacked me."

Jiraya face contorted in pain, "Because you let the industry get to you. Your love of music died with the pressures of entertainment. I let you go because I wanted to help you, not because I didn't care. I let you go because I thought there was a chance you could save yourself."

At that, Kabuto let out a furious hiss, "Shut up! Just shut the fuck up! You underestimated me and now you're all gonna pay!"

And then there was a gun shot.

My heart stopped.

Silence.

Everyone froze.

A red flower bloomed on Kabuto's chest.

And then he fell to the floor.


Everything that happened afterwards...flew by like a blur.

The sirens from the ambulance and the police filled the air, and my head started to pound from all the noise and commotion. I felt like I was being pulled this way and that, always moving against my will.

I screamed Sakura's name like a madwoman, not knowing where she had been taken.


"Ino?" A soft, masculine voice brought me out of the horrible memories. I turn and see Itachi standing at the entrance of the kitchen, his eyes reflected fatigue and for once, weren't so cold, "Were you looking for something?"

"I was just thinking." My attention was now focused on the tile floor.

He sighed and took a seat on a stool at the end of the counter, "If it's about last night then stop."

"Oh, sure no problem." I replied in a cold tone, "my best friend almost getting raped by a bunch of psychos is totally something I can just forget."

"I didn't mean it like that." His irises bore through me and I sealed my lips together, "It's over now."

Just as he finished his sentence, Sakura's groaning penetrated through thick walls.

"Right." I sighed and made my way back to her, "I should go check up on Sakura."

"I can do it." He motioned for me to stop walkingand naturally I did.

"Um, there's something I should tell you, Itachi." I called softlynot wanting my voice to reach Sakura's hearing.

He turned smoothly and gave me a look, encouraging me to continue.

"Sakura..." I started and stared past my brother, "...she doesn't know...she doesn't remember anything."

There was a short pause before Itachi let out a quick breath, "Good."

My eyes snapped up at him, "Oh. I thought you would..."

"No," He shook his headeyes closed in thought, "It's for the best."

"Good." I strode past him into Sakura's room.

I knew though, in the back of my mind, Sakura would somehow find out. She always doesand when she figures out the events of last night...she'll kill me for keeping it from her. If there was one thing my best friend hated, it was being kept in the dark.


~Sakura's POV~

"No! You can't leave me here!" I wailed, reaching out my arms.

My supposed-best-friend smirked, as she swiftly pulled on a blazer.

"I have to get to work, Sak." She apologized, but there was a glint of amusement in her eye.

I frowned, desperation creeping up my spine.

"You can't just leave me here in this place!" I shifted in the bed but was pinned by a serious stare.

"Stay in bed! You're going to hurt yourself." The terrifying blond hissed, stomping towards me. I sat back down quickly.

"I'm in the Akatsuki's dorm! I don't want to be here! They'll eat me alive!" I shouted, pictures of vicious Konan and smug Sasori flooded my mind and I suppressed a shudder.

"Hate to tell you this Sak, but you're safer here than back at home where Sasuke is waiting to eat you alive and Naruto will guilt-trip you forever."

I paused at this comment, feeling myself sink back into the bed, heavier.

A flash of guilt passed Ino's features and I knew right then and there that she was also afraid of Sasuke's reaction.

"Do they know we're…here?" I asked quietly, rubbing my hands together.

"No…and we're going to try and keep it that way. Which means I really don't trust you going back alone without spilling the beans."

I pouted.

"You know that Sasuke will be able to rip the truth out of you. Just let me handle this for now." She sighed, "Okay so I'm heading out. Please for the love of God stay in the fucking house. Please."

"Fine." I mumbled.

"Sakura, promise me." Ino pleaded, her teeth clamped in tension.

"I promise." I repeated miserably, "But…what am I supposed to do about…"

Ino pressed a hand to her forehead, "About what?"

I blushed, "You know."

A bizarre expression crossed her face, "Oh…do you mean Sasori?"

I nodded, my face warm.

"Do you…like him?" Ino inquired, her face coloring.

"Ino, of course not," I snapped, "but what the hell am I supposed to do? I don't know if he remembers either. Or if…" I trailed off, my throat closing.

"Just…forget about it." Ino replied half-heartedly.

But I'm already consumed by another inquiry.

"And you!" I accused.

Ino jumped slightly, backing up for the door.

"Huh?"

"Do you like Deidara or something? That is just so random!"

"Sakura, shut up!" Ino hissed, making her way to cover my mouth with her hand.

I swerved and rolled to the other side of the bed.

"I mean…I guess he is really good-looking and everything but—"

"Sakura! SH!"

"—are you guys like, a thing now? I don't und—mmffph!"

Ino's voice filled my ears, one hand clamped firmly on my mouth.

"Sakura. I love you. But you need to learn to Shut. The. Fuck. Up."

I nodded, and she tentatively released me.

"I'm leaving now."

"Have a nice day."

She grumbled incoherently while shutting the door behind her, probably irritated now.


-Ino's POV-

It took me a while to find the studio I was assigned. All my years of admiring fashion and beauty finally landed me an assistant job in the industry. The sound of my nude heels clicking and clacking echoed throughout the lobby. I made my way up to the tenth floor of the building and pushed through glassy double doors.

My grin widened when I was greeted with bright lighting, fabulous clothes, and the scent of hairspray. This was exactly how I'd pictured my future, fancy photo shoots and models.

I set my purse on a table and took a moment to enjoy—

—"Are you the new girl?" A large woman barked viciously at me.

I bit my lip and pushed my bangs away, "Um, yeah, I'm Ino."

"You're late." She glared at me, then moved to drag my persona towards a small room, "I need you to start organizing the racks, the models think they can just throw the clothes anywhere they want!"

Last time I checked I was ten minutes early...

She pointed at a silver rack draped with men's and women's clothing, "Hurry up."

I grumbled unhappily, this is not what I signed up for.

Just as I picked up a (really adorable) knit sweater off the ground, a small girl bounced towards me with a wad of cash in her hands.

"Naomi wants you to go for a coffee run." A list of orders was shoved my way along with the money.

Another sigh escaped my glossed lips. Great. I discarded the sweater onto a random table and picked up my bag, at least I can catch my breath while I'm on my coffee run. As I walked past a few studios, something caught my eye.

Through the large crack of a studio door, I noticed two red heads.

Is that...?

Then, sharp green eyes looked my way.

Gaara.

The other must be Sasori then. (Thank God he didn't see me.)

Embarrassed, I rushed out of the building and to Starbucks. Would they have discussed the events of last night? No, they can't be super close since they're in rival bands...but what if Sasori said something just to spite me?

Sasori...

I shook my head. No! What kind of jerk kisses a girl out of no where?

A really hot one...

Frustrated, I grabbed the orders and rushed back up to my floor - trying not to spill anything. I made it back to my station without any awkward encounters and placed the coffee on the receptionist's desk.

Inhaling deeply, I turned and came face to face with Sasori.

An involuntary squeak escaped me.

"Did I scare you?" His eyes looked down at me with fake guilt.

I straightened up to seem taller, even in heels I was at least two inches shorter than him, "No. I'm just busy."

"Coffee runs are quite complicated." He looked past me and chuckled.

"What do you want, Sasori?" I sighed and looked up at him through mascara coated lashes.

"Why are you avoiding me?" He accused.

Wow. Someone has a huge ego.

"I'm not avoiding you." I retorted lamely, "I'm just...occupied."

"Right." He nodded and stepped closer to me, enough to push his dark aura my way, "With your little assistant job."

"Why are you being such an asshole?" I fumed, "You're the one who kissed me last night!"

I clenched my fists, immediately regretting the words that flew out of my mouth so suddenly.

Oh God, words please come back. Comebackcomebackcomeback.

"Seems like I wasn't the only one you kissed." He stated darkly, now avoiding my eyes.

"...What?"

He snapped his head back up, now drilling a glare through me, "You and Deidara. Don't deny it."

Deidara...? Oh...shit.

"Wait? Who did you hear this from?" Now this was a hilarious misunderstanding.

Sasori growled, "There was a post-it on my door that read: Keep your blonde away from my blonde. Now, who do you think wrote that?"

I laughed. Hard.

His expression turned to one of frustration, "I don't find this very amusing."

"Oh, God. Sasori!" I continued to giggle, "I told Sakura that so she wouldn't find out about what really happened last night."

He stared at me.

...

...

"She doesn't remember anything had happened, does she?"

"Nope. And we're going to keep it that way."

...

...

"Oh and I told her you guys made out."

His pale cheeks reddened slightly, something I found to be quite adorable.

"You didn't think to tell me all this first?" He mumbled uncomfortably and turned, shifting under my gaze. For once I felt dominant over the drummer of Akatsuki—this was just too much fun.

"Sorry, Sas." I brought a hand to my mouth, stifling another giggle fit, "Next time check with me before being a total dick, alright?"

He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his dark jeans.

Sasori No Akasuna to hair and makeup please.

A female voice boomed from overhead speakers.

Wordlessly, he sauntered back to his photo shoot.


The rest of my day at work was quite hectic—my maniac boss screaming at me every five minutes. Did people seriously just chug coffee like water? To be honest, I wasn't sure what I should do. I'd obviously have to return to the Akatsuki's dorm to get my stuff (and my confused best friend), but I hadn't had any contact with Sasuke or Naruto since that night.

Hopefully they wouldn't be too worried...

I had texted Naruto (the one most likely not to mutilate my body) and told him we were okay the night before.

I heaved my purse onto my shoulder and exited the building, irritated by my heels.

My head turned to the side of the road as an obnoxious honk erupted from a red Ferrari.

The passenger window rolled down and I noticed Sasori in the driver's seat, "Need a ride?"

I smiled at the offer, "Why not?"

His car smelled of leather and cologne, mostly cologne. His scent was addictive and musky, sitting right next to him wasn't taming the blush crawling up my neck.

"How was work?" He seemed genuinely interested—there was no smugness detected in his tone as if he had completely forgotten what had happened a few hours ago.

It took me a while to come up with an answer, "Oh, work was fine. People here sure love their caffeine..."

"Yeah," He chuckled and scratched his head, "I heard some of the girls talking in the halls, you seem to be doing a good job."

"Cool." I stared straight ahead, reading the license plate of the car in front of us over and over again. Anything to distract me from the fact that I was in Sasori No Akasuna's Ferrari, being smothered by the urge to jump him right here, right now.

We drove the rest of the way in silence, music blasting through the radio. Once we returned to the Akatsuki dorm, he turned and looked at me, a devilish grin on his face. "Let's have some fun."

I blinked confusedly. "Huh?"

What is he doing...?

He smirked and flung open the car door, I did so automatically as well (not wanting to look like an idiot of course). His pace quickened, he seemed excited to go back upstairs. Once he entered a code into the pin pad outside, we entered the living room and saw Sakura sitting on the couch alone. Her pink hair was up in a pony tail and she was wearing an over sized shirt (probably belonging to one of the boy's), she seemed to be deep in thought.


~Sakura's POV~

I looked up when I heard someone enter the flat and my heart almost jumped out of my chest when I saw that it was Sasori. I froze as he entered the room, his eyes rabidly searching for something. They stopped when they saw me on the couch.

Oh shitshitshit. Okay just act like…nothing happen—

"Sakura…" Sasori said huskily, making his way over to the couch. I flinched back, my heart hammering maddeningly against my chest.

"H-Hey." I stammered, trying to put on a smile, "B-Back so soon?" As he sat down next to me, I jumped up and made my way over to the kitchen counter, "So thirsty…" I muttered, opening the fridge.

I panicked when he followed suit, sitting at the counter, watching me. I could feel his gaze boring into my back, my temperature rising quickly.

Shit, so obviously he remembers…

"So…uhm, how was the photo shoot…?" I began, trying to make simple, nonthreatening conversation.

I turned around, and barely contained a yelp as his expression darkened.

"Sakura…I think we need to talk about last night."

I backed away as he stood up taking a few steps towards me. His expression was serious, but there was something in the corners of his eyes…something unreadable.

"L-Look Sasori…I…" I spluttered, bringing my arms up in pathetic defense, "You seem like an…interesting guy." I managed to croak, "And I'm sure that you could make a girl really happy…if you tried. I just think that we should, I mean we were both highly intoxicated..."

He was inches away from me now, his piercing green eyes narrowing slightly.

"What are you saying?"

Fear gripped me as my back hit a hard surface. I winced when I realized it was the fridge. He had backed me up into the fridge. I was trapped.

Oh God.

"I'm just saying that…I don't think we both were thinking straight. I'm sure that you regret it just as much as I do—let's just forget about it. Deal?"

"What if I don't want to forget about it?" Sasori breathed, closing the distance. I bit back a surprised cry when he brushed a thumb across my jaw.

"But…it didn't mean anything…" I whispered, and squeezed my eyes shut.

SOMEONE FUCKING SAVE ME!

"It meant something to me." He replied leaning in towards me.

Before I knew what was happening, my right hand was flying…towards his cheek.

Obviously not expecting the blow, he staggered backwards, his eyes opened in shock.

I froze, my hands over my mouth, equally in shock.

"I…" I began.

"Did you just slap me?" Sasori asked, dazedly.

"It was a reflex! My hand just moved on its own!" I cried.

"You slapped me." He stated once more.

I decided to take the defensive approach, "Oh c'mon. I bet you've been slapped many times before."

Did I really just say that?

"I-I mean..." I trailed off, unsure how to fix the damage.

"I've never been slapped before." Sasori suddenly chuckled, brushing his cheek.

At this I cocked my head, "Really?"

Sasori burst out laughing.

"What kind of guy do you take me for?"

A player for sure. "Uhm...not the kind I would exactly"

"Give me a chance, to prove what kind of guy I am." Sasori smirked, unfazed as he encased me with his arms on each side of my head.

This...this is NOT happening to me right now.

Desperately, I gripped the fridge behind me, as if somehow I'd be able to pick it up and throw it on his head.

He was going to kiss me.

I felt like I was floating...but not in the good way.

I could just barely feel the graze of his lips when I heard a squeak behind him. Instantly I jerked upwards, slamming my whole body against the fridge, bouncing off and hitting Sasori in the chest, and landing on the fridge once more.

"Sasori...what the hell...!" Ino hollered, frozen at the entrance.

SHIT. SHIT. SHIT. SHIT. SHIT.

"I-Ino! Oh my god. I swear this isn't—"

"Do you mind giving us some privacy?" Sasori interrupted, not moving from his position. His hands were still on either side of my head and I felt my knees go weak.

"No!" I yelled, incredibly frustrated.

I glanced at my best friend, trying to register her expression of horror...

...Except her "expression of horror" wasn't exactly what I was expected.

Her jaw was dropped, and her face completely red...

...But her nostrils were slightly flared as if she were trying to hold back a...

No, Sakura you're completely delusional if you're thinking she's about to laugh. Look at her! She's furious!

"You told me you didn't like him." Ino finally said, bringing a hand over her mouth.

"That's...what you said?" Sasori interjected, turned his attention to me. I saw them crumple, as if I had hurt him.

As if I had hurt him.

Dread and terror instantly flooded my insides. I would never be able to explain this. Ever.

And it was all STUPID SASORI'S FAULT!

"Ino please!" But before I could even finish my sentence Ino bolted to our room and slammed the door. I winced, slapping a hand over my eyes.

This is SO unfair.

"You shouldn't hide your feelings from your best friend." Sasori said, finally breaking the silence.

I glared at him, "I hate you."

He leaned in then, and I could feel his cool breath on my cheek.

"Is that how you really feel?"

"At this moment in time? Pretty much." I growled, turning away from him.

"Then kiss me."

I eyes flew open, "Huh? Are you crazy?"

"If you don't have feelings for me, then it doesn't matter right?" Sasori chuckled, letting his fingers trail through my hair.

I was desperately fighting the urge to slap him again. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my annoyance.

"Fine."

It was his turn to be surprised, "Fine?"

"I'll kiss you, 'cuz that's the only way you'll realize I don't have any feelings what-so-ever for you." I huffed.

I watched him hesitate, which only confused me further.

"Just kiss me, so we can get on with it!" I snapped.

There was an awkward silence.

Then...

"What the fuck...is going on?"

I froze.

Panic on a whole other level exploded in my stomach.

"For fuck's sake!" I screeched as I turned to see Itachi standing dangerously calm in the center of the living room.


Winter Psyche: Hey everyone :) Sorry for the long wait! Things have been tying tornupleather and I up for a while. (Mainly school, and the remnants of the socials lives we own) Thanks for all your lovely reviews and support—it's always so nice to hear your thoughts. Brightens up our days for sure ^.^ Many things to come for our girls, so brace yourselves ;)

tornupleather: So like my co-author said earlier, we have so much planned for these two! Apologies for the random...breaks in between chapters, school is messing us up for sure. We have a long weekend up ahead though, so lots will be accomplished! Keep the feedback coming, we love reading your comments.