I see you all enjoyed that little surprise at the end! And keep in mind, that's crucial! Both the letters and the title have a very special meaning to the story, and also to me! But, that's not the biggest surprise I have! Mwuahaha!

So, here's the next chapter! There may be a confrontation, there may not be one, depends on how I feel. I don't want to rush this story either, so bear with me! Plus, SASUKE OPENS UP!

PS – I think this gets a little lemony. It's my first time writing some of it, so please be kind! Plus, I'm sure you've all been waiting for it, hehehe…

Okay, enough babbling, ENJOY!


In the dark, alone together. Nothing could be heard but their heated breathing. He trailed sweet, tender kisses down the nape of her neck. She moaned lightly in response, thus earning longer, wet kisses. His hands slid around her waist and the back of her head protectively. His shifted his weight so he was pressed up against her, closing any gap left between them.

She kissed him back tenderly as his lips came back up to meet hers. They kissed for some time, letting themselves become completely lost within it. He was shirtless with his jeans undone, while she was in nothing but her underwear. It was getting pretty heated. Kiba had almost torn her clothes off. He could be a little animalistic at times, but that is what the pinkette enjoyed. Their 'first time' was on their one-year anniversary. Kiba had somehow managed to get his parents out of the house for the night. And when Sakura came over, one thing led to another, and she was no longer a virgin.

But in the midst of their second heated session, her mind was elsewhere. Ever since she had found those letters, she was a constant scatterbrain. Constantly, she mulled over whether to confront him, or leave it for him to make the first move. She had cried when she had found those letters. Not from sadness, but from pure joy. There was still some little ray of hope that after all these years that he still cared for her! Deep down, she knew there was no way he could stop caring for her the way she thought he did.

Slowly, his hand came up to unclip her bra.

"Kiba…" the pinkette murmured softly, breaking the kiss.

The boy looked stunned. He blinked, his eyes going a little wider. His hands began to slide off of her body.

"Sakura, did I do something wrong?" Kiba asked, looking up and down her body.

She smiled at his baffled expression. Oh so lightly, she placed a tender kiss on his lips. The brown haired boy, after being with Sakura for one and a half years, knew that something wasn't sitting right with his girlfriend.

"Sakura, what's wrong?"

The boy then sat up, completely removing his hands from her body. He was a little upset; he was in the mood, for Christ sake! The pinkette then sat up and faced him, a serious, yet apologetic look etched onto her face.

"I… I just have some things on my mind," she said quietly, avoiding his gaze. The boy's face fell.

"Do you want to stop?" Kiba asked, leaning back and sitting cross-legged at the foot of his bed. He ruffled a big hand through his spiky, brown hair, looking quite embarrassed for himself. Even though he was the loud, obnoxious type, he could be quite the sweetheart. Yet another reason why Sakura had chosen him.

Suddenly, feeling quite foolish for thinking about something that could be dealt with another time, the pinkette smirked and hungrily leapt at the boy. He was caught by surprise, but nonetheless, accepted his suddenly wild girlfriend.

The heated kissing and touching resumed. The girl moaned as the boy pulled off her lacy underwear, followed by his own clothing. She pulled him closer, begging for more. He accepted, becoming a little rougher. Louder and louder she screamed as their bodies moved together in the dark. Soon enough, they both came, howling each other's names in complete and utter surrender. Kiba collapsed on top of her breathing heavily. Sakura traced aimless patterns in his ruffled hair as he traced her jaw-line with tiny kisses.


Yet again, the brooding Uchiha was left alone.

On the couch he lay, paying absolutely no attention to the blaring TV. He traced his calloused fingers around the rim of his glass. He sighed. Sakura was out on a date again tonight with that mutt. And not only was she out on a date, she had left with an overnight bag.

He wasn't stupid. He knew fully well what their cate consisted of. And it angered him.

Not because he had feelings for Sakura, but for the fact he had missed so much. He had missed so much in the past three years. His chest pangs at the thought of the girl he used to know. She was fragile, innocent, untouched. And now, he knew she wasn't any of those things anymore. It didn't take a genius to figure that out.

Sasuke let the last gulp of whiskey trail down his throat. A warm sensation buzzed in his chest. He squeezed his eyes shut and poured himself another. He thanked her father for not bothering to put a lock on his liquor cabinet.

After his third glass, he felt a little tired. So he packed the bottle away, washed the glass and padded upstairs. As Sasuke walked past the spare bedroom, he noticed his clothes neatly folded upon it. He paused by the doorway, then walked in. His black t-shirt was washed, along with a pair of his socks. He carefully picked up the shirt and examined it. The warm scent of washing detergent and scent of the shirt being in the dyer greeted his nose.

He grip tightened on the shirt. Why was she doing this? Why was she still being so nice to him? He knew he damn near didn't deserve her kindness. He thought for sure that she would have kicked him out. Or at least beat him senseless for leaving all those years ago. But no. She did neither of that. Sakura really was too nice for her own good. Instead, she welcomed him with all the kindness she had ever shown to him throughout their friendship.

She still cared.

He plopped down on the edge of the large bed. He rested his elbows on his knees and sighed. How as he ever going to tell her the real reason he was here? She knew she still cared, but how much faith was she willing to put in him? Not enough, he guessed. Surely she would be more than mad if he had told her everything.

Shaking his head of these thoughts, Sasuke saw his black duffel bag resting on the chair by the door. His heart leapt into his throat as sudden realization. Had Sakura opened it?

He quickly got up, picked up the bag and sat back down on the bed. Carefully, he held the bag in his lap and unzipped it. A wave of relief washed over him. All the letters were still there. After leaving, he realized that these letters were the only things he had to remind him of her. That, and the silver locket around his neck that she had mailed him one year for his birthday. He subconsciously fingered it as he was reminded of his father's strong words.

Sasuke was told to pack light when they were moving. His father explained that there was no room for all of his possessions to come along. Fugaku's company was going under, for sure. There was no denying that. Sasuke couldn't bring himself to tell Sakura that that was why he had left. Instead, he lied to her. He said that his father needed a change of scenery after… after the accident.

Remembering the slight fear she held for his father, and the memory of the accident, he knew she wouldn't protest against him.

And Sasuke felt horrible for lying to her. He never wanted her to get hurt. Never. If anything, that was the last thing he'd ever do. And if it had come down to that, he would have rather died.

Slowly, he sifted through each and every letter. Sakura had taken it upon herself to date each and every letter she had sent. After seven moths, each and every month after he was gone, Sakura had started sending letters. Although, there was something quite peculiar about the letters she kept sending.

An infuriated Uchiha marched into his father's office. He slammed his palms on the huge, double doors and swung them open, a glare fixated onto his usually stoic features. His father stopped shuffling through his papers and looked up, quite agitated by his son's sudden interruption.

"Why?" Sasuke seethed, marching up to his desk.

Fugaku merely mimicked his son's glare. "Why what?" he bit out.

Sasuke marched forward and slammed his hand down on the desk. His father's assistant flinched, gripping his clipboard tighter.

"You damn well know why!" Sasuke boomed, tears threatening to fall. But he was an Uchiha, after all. And Uchiha's don't cry.

His father shut his eyes briefly, then opened them.

"It was in the best interest for you, my son," Fugaku said, propping his elbows up on his paper-covered desk. Sasuke's eyes widened in anger.

"Best interests?" he spat.

His father nodded solemnly. "Yes."

Sasuke straightened up, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Tell me, father, who exactly informed you of my best interests, and felt in necessary to erase my Facebook page, change my cell phone number, and not tell me of her constant calls? What possessed you to be so—"

Suddenly, Fugaku stood up, flashing a dangerous glare at his youngest—and only—son.

"If you want to keep our heads above water, boy, you will see it wise to keep your head down and your mouth shut—do you understand?"

The first letter came on the near seventh month mark of his departure. At his father's company, massive lay-offs had to be made. Fugaku cherished his employees, despite the cold and hard façade he had built up over the years. Sasuke knew it was hard for his father when the day came where his father had to lay off his best friend within the company. They hadn't spoken since. It was unfair really. Fugaku had already lost the love of his life and one of his precious sons; another bond broken was too much for the old man.

Sasuke was put on mail duty that day, he remembers. He padded quietly through the—now small—firm. Seeing the stress his father was under, Sasuke had actually offered to do mail collection until a new person could be hired. Sasuke knew that wouldn't be for a long while, but he would do anything for his father. Fugaku wasn't the only one who had changed after that day.

Anyway, Sasuke was sifting through the array of packages, and large and small envelopes. Slowly, but precisely, he arranged the letters into the appropriate pigeonholes of the still existing employees. Every other letter was forwarded to the homes of the recently lain-off.

While sorting through letters, something caught had Sasuke's eye. He cautiously picked up the small envelope and eyed the handwriting. The familiar handwriting.

He quickly looked around to see if anyone was watching. Upon seeing no one, Sasuke tore open the letter. He plucked out the piece of paper within it, unfolded it and began to read:

February 3rd.

Sasuke,

I have so many questions that need answers, and I understand if you don't want to answer them. I'm not asking for much, but please, I just need to know that you're okay. I need to know that you're doing well. I need you to reply, even if it is only a 'yes' scribbled on a piece of paper. That's all I need.

I understand why you've left Sasuke. I will not argue against your father's wishes any longer. But one thing still escapes me: why have you erased every line of communication between us?

I'm sure you have your reasons, and I respect that. Anyway, please write back to me.

Always yours,

Sakura Haruno.


There it is! Your first glimpse of one of the many letters! Don't worry, you will all see more later to come! I typed this in one sitting, because of the amount of views I received! Thankyou to all who have viewed and reviewed! Please, don't for get to REVIEW! They keep me going. And if they stop, so do I.

Plus, more Sasu/Saku moments coming up! And I hope you enjoyed that little scene with Sakura and Kiba! Hehehehe...

PEACE! xx