Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or its characters.

Here's the description of my possible new story. It's still rough… So, if it sounds like it has promise, please tell me so:

Professor Uchiha: My tutor

All her life, Sakura Haruno was rejected for being pretty much the only poor girl in the rich city of Konoha. She's intelligent, however, and found herself in the best college imaginable. What do her peers think? They hate her. To make it worse, music is a required class and she's no good at it, so now they have more of a reason to tease her. Sasuke Uchiha, her music professor, offers his assistance. What could go wrong?

And now, for the reason you all are really here, chapter 9.

Chapter 9:

Their honeymoon was fun, but definitely exhausting. The whole first half of it was spent on an island resort, waking up early so they could attend the desired activities. Finally, their time of relaxation had come: the cruise going back to Konoha.

Sasuke relaxed on their hotel-like room bed, reading yet another book. Sakura cuddled up beside him, lost in thought. Her hair was tousled about the pillow, which was sunk in due to her laying her head on it. Her eyes travelled up to the book Sasuke was reading as she broke her focus: a romance novel?

"Sasuke, what are you reading?" Sakura giggled teasingly. Sasuke barely glanced down at her.

"A book Suigetsu lent to me. He said it had a good story, but I don't like it," he mumbled flatly. Sakura frowned.

"Why? What's wrong with it?"

"There are so many fickle emotions. One second he loves her, the next he doesn't. I wish he'd just make up his mind," he groaned, resting the book on his chest. He combed his fingers loosely through his raven mop, allowing a breathy sigh to ease his tension.

"Do you want me to give you anything?" Sakura offered, sitting up. Sasuke thought for a moment, a smile spreading on his lips.

"How about a kiss and a cup of water?"

Sakura giggled and pecked his soft lips with her own. "I'll be right back," she winked as she glided out the room with grace.

Sakura, oblivious to where else she could retrieve a drink, embarrassedly ventured to the bar. "Um…" Who goes to a bar and asks for water? Seriously?!

"Whaddya have?" Asuma, the bartender, inquired roughly as he shook up a drink for a young man beside Sakura.

"Water…?" The apprehension was saturating her voice—she was indeed embarrassed. The young man beside her chuckled, raising a tint of red to her cheeks.

"Only you would get water at a bar, Sakura," the familiar voice wisped through the air. Sakura flinched and straightened her shoulders. This unfamiliar person should have called her "Uchiha", truly, if he knew her name.

"And you are?" She retorted with a sniff, successfully hiding her confusion. The young man looked up, revealing a face full of familiarity: Inuzuka Kiba. Sakura breathed back a gasp that would have escaped her lips. What was he doing here?

"Hey babe," his voice dripped with the immoral lust overtaking his thoughts. Sakura frowned hard. Those words were Sasuke's and Sasuke's alone.

"Do me a favor and don't call me that, Inuzuka," she ordered, purposely flashing her wedding rings by tucking loose strands of hair behind her ear. Kiba pretended not to notice.

"'Inuzuka'? C'mon, we know each other—we dated. Call me Kiba," he grinned, standing to prove superiority in his height to hers. Sakura swallowed. Kiba didn't have any physical effect on her, but she did on him. And now, her mind was clouded with fear.

"I wish we hadn't you jerk," she stepped back, leaning on the counter closer to Asuma.

"Don't be ridiculous," Kiba sneered with an eye roll, pulling her arm and stealing her lips in a kiss. Sakura's lips. Sasuke's lips. As much as he may have wanted to get involved, Asuma couldn't unless he wanted to lose his job. Kiba knew that and made his move.

Sakura tried to pull away from him, but his strength was superior to hers. He locked her into that wretched kiss—that defiling kiss. She punched his chest, practically screaming into his lips as she felt him smirk.

Asuma forgot his job and decided that the purity of a woman was more important. He was about to involve himself and help Sakura until he saw a red-eyed raven haired man; the intensity of his rage seethed through the deadly crimson orbs. That man was Uchiha Sasuke.

Sasuke ripped Kiba off his wife, who was trying to gasp for air at this point. "The heck is your problem?!" His voice tore through the air, resonating on the walls. His infuriated state registered into Kiba's mind.

Kiba flinched. This was the same guy who had his eyes on his girlfriend all through college, wasn't it? That well formed, elegant Uchiha face was unmistakable. He scowled, curling his lip, revealing one of his fang-like teeth.

Sasuke deadpanned, unresponsive and unthreatened by the Inuzuka's show of teeth. "Hands. Off. My. Wife," Sasuke's voice poured out his possessive clutch he held to the pinkette behind him. No, Sasuke didn't recognize Kiba, and he didn't care to. Al he knew is that someone was trying to take advantage of something that was his and his alone. That was unforgivable.

Kiba didn't bother arguing. One, Sasuke was an Uchiha: superior strength and genius was flowing in his veins. Two, he didn't want to have to pay for any damages done to the ship. He smacked his pay on the counter, still glaring into Sasuke's eyes. Finally, he turned and left.

When Sasuke's eyes relaxed and faded back to their onyx shade, he turned and placed his hands on Sakura's shoulders, looking into her eyes. "Are you all right?" His voice demanded a worry for an answer. Sakura stared at him blankly, trying to comprehend what was now happening.

"I'm… I'm okay," she finally whispered, leaning on his chest, shaking. She didn't know why, but she knew if Sasuke didn't show up, who knows what Kiba would have done to her?

Sasuke took her in a loving embrace, planting several kisses on her soft pink tresses. When he felt tears decorating his shirt, he whispered words of comfort in her ear, trying to relax her tremble. He, too, might have been shaking, but for different reasons:

How dare he touch her… How dare he kiss her… that worthless pig! Sasuke fumed in his mind, opting to get some sort of revenge.

Sakura heard his heart rate quicken and almost immediately knew what he was letting poison his mind. "Sasuke, don't..." she buried her face on his chest.

"He touched you," Sasuke ground his teeth.

"I know…"

"He kissed you."

"I know…"

"It defiled you."

"I know, Sasuke…"

"Do you care at all?" He questioned with a tinge of annoyance. Why wasn't she siding with him?

"It's not worth ruining our last few days of our honey moon, Sasuke… Kiba just—"

"'Kiba'?" The name forced out another tone of anger in Sasuke's voice. That boy sickened him. He was the one that touched his Sakura? His grip on her tightened as he tried to control his rage. Heads would roll.

"Sasuke, it's not worth it…" her gentle voice soothed Sasuke back into his more serene side. As the Uchiha nature of tranquility fixated back on his features, Sasuke released Sakura from the embrace.

"You're right, but we go everywhere together from now on, all right?" He concluded. He couldn't let this happen again—not ever.

The two were about to head back to their room, when they heard a deep voice call out to them: "Hey! It's not much to call you back for, but your water, miss." Asuma said simply. Sakura shook her head and laughed.

"Right, I totally forgot!" Sakura thanked him and took the water with a pleasant smile. "Here Sasuke," she handed it to him, but he pushed it back.

"I'm not thirsty, you take it." Sakura frowned at him.

"Are you upset?" No answer but a simple "hn". Sakura sighed at his stubbornness. "You know, I wouldn't have minded if you punched his face in," she said with a grin, an attempt to cheer him up. A slight grin curved on Sasuke's lips as he imagined how fun that would be. Well that worked… Sakura smiled at her success, hooking her hand in the crook of Sasuke's willing arm.

The two of them settled back into their room and slipped into bed after dressing in their sleeping apparel. Sakura cuddled up on Sasuke as he loosely wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "What do you want to do tomorrow?" Sakura whispered, stroking his chest through a loose T-shirt.

"Throw Kiba overboard," Sasuke grinned impishly. Sakura smacked his chest playfully and laughed.

"Can I watch?"

"Oh yes, you'll get a front row seat," he kissed her forehead and chuckled.

"I know what your dream is gonna be," she rolled her eyes. Sasuke shook his head.

"No he couldn't override my thoughts of you." Sakura blushed, a smile forming on her lips.

"I love you, Sasuke," she kissed his nose. Sasuke kissed her lips before she could back away, mumbling an "I love you too" on her lips as he deepened his feelings for her.

Sakura giggled and kissed back, wrapping her arms around his neck. They indulged in the lovely kiss until the both drifted off to sleep.

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There's chapter 9. Please don't forget to R&R (on both the story and my possible new story description. If I don't get feedback, I can't make time to write it). Arigatogozaimasu to all my supporters. :]