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Kakashi: Dumps cold water on me

Me: gasps Hey!

Kakashi: She's crazy, so don't listen to what she has to say. She doesn't, and will never own Naruto.

Me: pouts

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"Have fun on your date tonight, Sakura!" Ino called and waved as her friend walked torwards Sasori's Volvo. She turned and waved back.

"Bye, Ino!" She called, turning back and opening the car door. She beamed at Sasori, who smiled but also raised his eyebrow.

"Why are you so happy?"

"Well, Itachi was acting wierd to me today, y'know, not even talking to me," -Sasori smirked at this, though she didn't see- "But then we made up! So, everything's fine, and I guess that's why I'm happy!" She smiled even wider, and Sasori's smirk had long since vanished.

'So Itachi still thinks he can take her away from me? Too bad,' Sasori thought bitterly, dismissing the thought and driving off.

"Where do you want to go for our date, Sakura?" He asked tonelessly. Sakura glared at his unenthusiastic attitude.

"I don't care, and obviously neither do you. Look, if you don't want to-"

"I'm sorry, once again, Sakura for my atittude. I've never been really good with showing emotions, but I assure you, I'm very glad you're here with me right now," He gave her a smile, and she couldn't stop the grin from spreading across her face.

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"Ne, Sasori, where do you live?" Sakura asked as he pulled out of the parking lot. He glanced at her.

"Why?"

Sakura shrugged.

"I dunno, I was just wondering..."

"How 'bout I show you?" Sakura shrugged and nodded.

"Fine with me. I don't have to be home until ten,"

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"It's bigger than I thought..." Sakura murmured as she took her shoes off and settled them at the door. She looked around, her eyes wide as she took everything in. She then turned and smiled at the red-head.

"How old are you, Sasori?"

"19. What about you?"

"16," She shrugged, starting to walk up the stairs.

"Show me your room, Sasori," She said, and he followed her, a smirk placed on his lips.

'You have no idea how cute you are when you act so naive, Sakura...' He thought.

They reached his door, and Sakura stepped inside, taking in the dark red walls and the black bed-spread.

"You have a pretty big room, also, Sasori!" He chuckled at how childish she looked and sounded. She suddenly giggled, running over to the bed and jumping up on it. Sasori watched with amusement as she jumped off the bed, landing in front of him. He had to admit, she had some nice legs...

His smirk widened and, he lifted her chin up with his hand, making her stare into his milky-brown eyes.

"Did I mention how outstanding you look today, Sakura?" He purred, making her blush and shrug. He bent his head to close the small distance between their lips, nipping lightly on her lip.

She shyly opened her mouth for him, and he roamed her mouth. This time, he tried to force a response out of the cherry blossom, and ran his tongue over hers.

Sakura wasn't sure exactly what to do, but the way his tongue danced over hers sent shivers down her spine. She moved her tongue against his, and he pulled her closer, showing her that she was doing the right thing. Soon, she became less shy about it, and they battled for dominance. She pulled away from him, gasping for breath. He opened his eyes, suddenly pushing her torwards the bed.

As her legs hit the side, she fell onto the soft surface, he legs dangling over the side as he crawled on top of her. Before she could say a word, his lips were on hers again, and she moaned in pleasure as he kissed her with more passion than before.

He let his hand rub her hip, snaking it's way down to her thigh, swinging her leg over his waist as his other was buried in her pink hair. She gasped, and he put his full weight on her, and she suddenly understood what he was doing.

As his lips trailed down her jaw, she tried to push him away.

"Don't you think we're moving a little too fast?" She breathed, and he reluctanty got off of her, sitting on the end of the bed. She too sat up, smoothing out her scrunched up skirt.

Sasori breathed heavily, feeling very hot. He hadn't thought that she could make him look at her with such want as he did now. He cursed his hormones and stood.

"I'm sorry, Sakura," Was it him or does it seem like he's been saying that a lot lately? "Maybe you should leave," He suggested, walking to a door, and opening it. Sakura blinked, confused. Did her expect her to walk home?

She went down stairs and decided she would get somebody to pick her up. She phoned Deidara first.

"Hello?"

"Is Deidara there?"

"I'm sorry, he isn't right now. Can I take a message?"

"It's not important," Sakura hung up and decided to call Itachi. He knew where Sasori lived, right?

"Hello?"

"Hey, Sasuke, I need to talk to Itachi,"

"Why should I let you?" Sakura rolled her eyes. Sasuke was mad because Kakashi gave them a D- and he blamed her, of course.

"Look, Sasuke, you had him last. When the baby cries, you're supposed to comfort it, not stuff it into a drawer to muffle it's sounds,"

"Shut up,"

"Just give Itachi the-"

"Hello?"

"Oh, hi, Itachi,"

"...?"

"Umm, well, I'm at Sasori's house and I need a ride home-"

"What'd he do to you?" Hi voice was slightly panicky and angered at the same time.

"Oh, nothing, I just wanted to see his house,"

"Why isn't he driving you home?"

"Umm... I think he might be a little angry..."

"..."

"Itachi?"

After a few seconds, she found that Itachi had hung up, sp she sauntered over to the couch sitting down and resting her head onto her palm. Not five minutes later, Itachi had slammed the door open, making Sakura jump.

Itachi took in her appearance, which consisted of messy pink hair, and ruffled clothes. He tried to control his anger, and cooly asked,

"Where is he?"

"Ummm, well-"

He marched up the stairs, finding Sasori in his room, putting on a white shirt. He glanced at the man standing in the door way, and shut his closet.

"You aren't welcome here,"

"How far did you go?" The anger was evident in his voice.

"Not too far, but I'm sure we would have gone farther if you hadn't-"

"Sakura called me, now tell me what you did to her,"

"We kissed, and that's it," Sasori shrugged non-chalantly, and Itachi stepped closer, raising his fist and punching Sasori across the jaw. The red-head stumbled backwards, wiping the blood from his lips.

"Don't touch her, again,"

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Sakura became alarmed when she heard something break upstairs. Warily, she walked up the stairs, opening Sasori's door and peeking inside. She gasped.

Sasori's shirt was bloody, and blood was spilling from his lips. He kicked Itachi in the stomach, making said man, fall to the ground.

"STOP!" Sakura screamed. She rushed over to them, raising Itachi's shirt and looking at the damage.

"He's fine," Sasori muttered. Sakura ignored him, putting her cold hands on Itachi's soon to be black and blue stomach. He gasped lightly, and she could only smile grimly at him. She glanced at the other teen.

"You've lost a lot of blood. I'm taking you two to the hospital," She said, putting her arms under Itachi and lifting him without any trouble. Sasori's eyes widened at her strength, and as she walked out the door, she called over her shoulder,

"C'mon,"

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A/N: Yeah, I was too lazy to put the actual fight seem. Also, it's 3 a.m. and I'm dead-tired. goodnight ya'll, and please review. The wonderful reviews from my readers fuels my imagination.