*What a dream!* Sakura thought tiredly, as she stretched her arms out, eyes still closed and her face graced with an expression of sheer bliss.

She inhaled greedily and enjoyed the scent of her freshly washed covers, a very exhilarating feeling indeed.

She shoved a hand underneath her fluffy pillow and sighed happily, as she finally opened her eyes and took in the sight of the morning light gleaming through her window and reflecting so very purely off of her all white bed.

*Wow.* She purred, closing her eyes again and shifting to lay on her back, Sakura marveled at the feeling of being so very well rested and the amazing feeling of waking up after a bad dream only to realize that none of it is true. Nothing like having a horrible vision could highlight just how amazing one's life is.

*Oh, it was horrible.* Sakura narrated, as inner Sakura perched herself on a couch in Sakura's mind and rubbed at her eyes, looking like she really didn't want to be bothered at the moment. *I was in class, and belly dancers actually crashed in.* the girl laughed. *Can you believe that? Belly dancers, in class.* She giggled. *Oh, man, my subconscious really is weird. But I'm not that surprised, it has spun you out after all.* She added addressing her now incredulous inner self.

*Man, you've just taken denial to a whole new level, haven't you? Such a talent you have.* She marveled with a low whistle.

Sakura paused looking at her alter ego.

*What are you talking about? What do you mean 'denial'?* She questioned.

As a response, inner Sakura just looked pointedly back at her. And all of a sudden it seemed as if something clicked in the girl's mind, and all of the last day's memories came rushing back, flooding every corner of her brain.

Hastily, Sakura sat up in bed, looking around her like a mad person.

A second later, she got a head rush and fell right back on the soft, freshly washed mattress.

*At least I'm home.* She reasoned, slightly relaxing. *How did I get here anyway? Last thing I remember I was at the hospital, talking to…* She trailed off.

*Yes….* Inner Sakura beckoned for her to finish her sentence. *You were talking to…*

*How did I get here?* Sakura asked her annoying other self, no need diverting her attention to unnecessary topics, especially now that she really needed to focus.

*How would I know?* Inner Sakura shot. *When you're out, I'm out, stupid. That's just how it works.*

Sakura glared.

*Then what the hell are you useful for.* She said mentally folding her arms in front of her.

*Well, I offer much needed criticisms relating to the way you look, act and talk.* She said brightly, genuinely happy at getting the chance to list her epithets. *I am also pretty sure that I exist so that one day when you're hit by a freak lightning bolt, we'd get to switch places and you'd be the inner.*

Narrowing her eyes threateningly, Sakura tried once again to get out of bed, this time a lot slower and more cautious.

*I don't even know why I bother talking to you.* Sakura said sourly.

*Because you're crazy, that's why.* Inner Sakura pitched. *Why else would you have long winded conversations with yourself.*

And that was when Sakura slid off the bed, wondering which was worse; Itachi or her inner self.

Talk about finding yourself between a rock and a hard place.

*He's the hard place isn't he?* inner once again offered, trying to steer Sakura's attention to a naughty place.

Sakura shook her head.

*Shut up, I need to find food.*She threatened, as she slowly padded towards her kitchen.

*What food? The only thing we have is water and a week old open can of beans that I'm pretty sure we have never got around to refrigerating.* Inner Sakura said truthfully.

Looking rather dejected and thoroughly torn at the thought of not getting food, Sakura couldn't help but ponder the fact that she would most probably faint again if she didn't by some miracle manage to locate something to eat in her kitchen. She really didn't have enough energy to go somewhere for food like she normally did. And if she didn't eat soon, she was sure that the floor would once again rise to meet her face.

Walking desperately through her living room, Sakura finally reached her kitchen and took one final step through the doorway with a pleading look on her face, as if begging her kitchen to produce some food for her. She wasn't really very picky; she'd eat anything, even dirt at the moment; as long as it helped keep her upright.

The second she cast her eyes into the kitchen, Sakura's eyes went wide, as she pondered the very valid possibility that she is still sleeping. For how else could she explain the fact that Uchiha Itachi was standing in her kitchen, looking all sorts of sexy in a black T-shirt and a pair of jeans, as his hands fished through one of the drawers for a spoon that he eventually located and turned around to look at Sakura with the calmest and most impassive expression on his face.

Sakura almost lost her balance at the sheer nonchalance of his expression.

"Are you planning to make a habit out of fainting every time you see me, Sakura?" Came his throaty purr.

Sakura just looked at him for a second, as she attempted to assure herself that she wasn't dreaming. "Fainting…." She repeated without really thinking about the word. "Every time I see you…" She parroted, her voice week and apprehensive.

Itachi just looked back at her, clearly aware of the fact that she was still in a daze.

A second later it clicked once more.

And the Uchiha could plainly see her reaction coming from a mile away, as Sakura's expression turned from dazed and confused, to indignant and thoroughly pissed in a nanosecond.

"WHAT!" She exclaimed, as loud as she could manage given how tired she was at the moment. "I did not faint because of you!" She added completely outraged and thankful that in her current state she probably didn't have enough blood flowing around to enable her to blush. "I hadn't slept or eaten for more than a day and I had a mission, training, a shift at the hospital and a class." She listed. "It was by no means because of you. I mean honestly, how arrogant can someone ge…" the rest of her sentence was cut off by the fact that red flags started waving in her mind, mostly because inner Sakura was waving them around.

*Moron!* her alter ego reprimanded. *From now on, everything you say has to be run by me for approval, at least 24 hours before you say it.* She declared.

Unfortunately for inner Sakura though, Sakura was anything but apologetic. The worst that could happen from her point of view would be for Itachi to think that she was a damned fangirl. He was arrogant enough as it was, thank you very much.

Accordingly, Sakura opted out of a defensive stance and chose to put her hands on her hips and glare at the Uchiha.

Completely unmoved and seemingly unaware of Sakura's current mental debacle, Itachi just regarded her calmly for a second, and Sakura was surprised when the man actually scowled.

"Does this happen to you often? Sakura." Itachi questioned in a calm tenor.

Sakura blinked.

"What…."

"Do you normally pass out, out of exhaustion?"

"Umm, well, I don't normally pass out, but after many grueling hours I normally come home about ready to faint." She gave a wry smile, as she reminisced. It was true that she made it a habit to spread herself too thin. "I guess I overestimated my stamina last night, I haven't been teaching the class for long and normally I would have been home earlier." She said in all honesty.

At that Itachi's scowl turned into an appraising look and his gaze turned intense as he spoke next. "You should never let yourself get that exhausted again." He said in a cold tenor, as if talking to a petulant three year old child.

Sakura shrugged, not really sure what business this was of his.

"Well, it's not something I could help, I mean I have work and…"

She trailed off as his steely gaze turned murderous.

"Do you think this is strength Sakura?" He asked in a cold tenor. "Do you think the state you were in last night was something that you should be commended for?" He hissed, his tone one of unparalleled castigation.

Sakura flinched. He really is imposing. She actually felt guilty and rather apologetic under his unwavering gaze.

"I guess not." She allowed.

Itachi just looked at her, obviously waiting for something and something in Sakura's mind told her that this unnerving gaze of his would never waver until she says it.

"Fine," She caved. "I'd do my best to not get to that state again." She said with a sigh.

Itachi looked unimpressed.

"This is not good enough, Sakura." He said in an impassive tone. "Never let yourself get that exhausted again." He instructed.

Sakura just sighed, before getting an idea, "Hey, wouldn't it be much better for you if I actually hurt myself? This is your master plan after all." She accused, her mind suddenly flashing to the images of belly dancers and a broken reputation.

"It was never my plan to hurt you, Sakura." He said enigmatically, before flashing a sexy as hell grin that could very easily send the medic right back to dreamland.

Sakura coughed, to hide her embarrassment and opted for a change of subject, a much needed change of subject.

"Why are you here?" She asked flat out.

I mean, Itachi Uchiha's natural place isn't Sakura Haruno's kitchen, so her bewilderment was not without justification after all.

"I am cooking you breakfast." He said simply, almost teasingly, before turning around and using the spoon that he just located to give a stir to one of the pans that he had on the stove.

Sakura gulped.

*Uchiha Itachi is cooking us breakfast. All hail whatever voodoo made this happen… Horaayyyyy.* Inner Sakura squealed. As Sakura gaped at the Uchiha.

"Where… Where did you even find food?" She questioned, before realizing that this should be the least of her concerns at the moment. "Why are you cooking me breakfast?" She added.

"Hn." The Uchiha heir said eloquently, before inclining his head to the side as the spoon in his hand rose to his lips to give him a sample of what he was making. A second later, he lowered the spoon and licked his lips, with an apprehensive, "Hmm." and for an unfathomable reason, the poor medic found herself transfixed by the action, as she unconsciously swallowed and promptly turned red.

She looked down, just in time, since Itachi chose that moment to turn around and face her.

"I went out for food while you were sleeping." He finally answered, eyes fixed on the girl who was now staring at the floor. "And I am cooking you breakfast because you obviously are in no shape to do so yourself." He said simply.

"You brought me here?" She questioned, eyes going wide.

Her answer was a simple; "Hn." As Itachi turned around, having deemed her questions far too mundane to merit a real answer from him, or keep him engaged in the conversation.

"How did you know where I lived?" She questioned.

"Hn."

Translation: 'You'd be stupid if you think that there is anything that I don't know.'

*So arrogant.* She mentally concluded.

*That means he carried us all the way here.* Inner Sakura exclaimed in sheer delight.

"You carried me!" Sakura voiced without thinking. "Through the hospital, in front of people….." She rambled on. *Oh, the humiliation.*

Itachi turned around, wearing a wolfish grin. "Don't worry Sakura, no one saw us leave. But, yes I did carry you here." He declared mischievously.

Sakura blushed, and Itachi's eyes were once again glued to the girl, almost eager to see what her response would be.

"Umm…" She said knotting her hands together and looking at them as if they were the most important thing in the world. "Thank you." She said despite herself. Looking up; Sakura had to quickly shift her eyes back to her hands as Itachi seemed to have eyes only for her, if she didn't know better she would have thought that he looked rather surprised at her statement. "I mean, you didn't have to help me, since we're enemies and all, but you….."

"Enemies?" His delicious voice cut her off. "Is that what we are, Sakura?" He questioned, eyes turning inquisitive.

His intoxicating tenor threw her off. There was something quite breathtaking about the way he just manages to roll her name off of his tongue and every time he said it, Sakura had to take a second and remind herself to breathe.

She shrugged.

Itachi turned around.

"Go sit, Sakura." He ordered in a no nonsense tone. "I will bring you your breakfast once it is done." He explained.

Sakura blinked.

*Did I say something wrong?*

"Huh." Was all she managed.

He turned to look at her.

"I do not like to repeat myself, Sakura." He said in all his anbu captain glory. "You are in no condition to be standing at the moment."

Sakura eyed him for a second, before surprising them both by smiling.

"How could you be so formal when you're saying something so nice?" She said without thinking.

Itachi just looked at her, his expression visibly softening at the sight of her disarming and ridiculously innocent smile.

"Go sit, Sakura." He said in a palpably gentler tone.

Sakura grinned.

"You just repeated yourself." She pointed out.

Itachi smirked, "I know." He said and something about it made Sakura blush.

"I… I'll go sit." She mumbled.

"Good idea." Itachi said and Sakura was a hundred percent sure that he was laughing at her even if not out loud.

Turning around, Sakura tried to look as dignified as possible as she exited the kitchen. However, the fact remains that she was awfully tired and had to walk rather slow and hold onto things as she walked.

"Do you need me to carry you, Sakura?" Itachi offered taking a few steps forwards, all business like and commanding.

Sakura heroically fought back a blush. "Nope, I'm good." She said valiantly.

*I hate you.* Inner Sakura declared.

Nonetheless, Itachi still hovered behind her, she could just feel his presence a few steps away. She could even feel him standing in the doorway to the kitchen and watching like a hawk, until she sluggishly reached the living room couch and plopped down on it.

A second later, Sakura heard distant shuffling noises in the kitchen, as the Uchiha's full time heir, and currently her part time chef; resumed his ministrations.

The girl sighed as her tormented brain struggled to formulate a coherent thought capable of shedding some light on what just happened.

For her part, inner Sakura was furthest away from thinking.

*He's cooking us breakfast, He's cooking us breakfast, He's cooking us breakfast, He's cooking us breakfast, He's cooking us breakfast, He's cooking us breakfast, He's cooking us breakfast….* She sang, dancing around Cha-cha style.

Sakura tried desperately to drown out her inner's screams of glee. This man truly is mystifying, that's the only way to describe him. One minute he's this inexcusably evil person who's dedicated a ridiculous amount of effort to destroying her and the next he goes all caring and kind and starts to reprimand her for not taking good care of herself.

*I get it,* She surmised. *His plan really isn't to scare or seduce me away, he's merely trying to confuse me into insanity and that way Sasuke would be girlfriend free.* She concluded with a sigh.

*Doesn't matter.* The alter ego twitted in song format. *He's here, he's hot and he was oh so sexy when he was concerned for us. And oh, did I mention, he's cooking us breakfast…..* And at that she once again broke into a frantic foot shuffling routine as she abandoned all normal dance moves and opted for a flailing and swirling sort of gyrating dance that made it almost impossible for any human being to get even remotely close to her.

Sakura sighed, unable to stop a smile from spreading across her lips. It was kinda nice to have someone look after her. She has dedicated her entire life to looking after people, and would never want to burden anyone with her problems. She was too proud for that, she wanted to stand on her own and prove herself and that was why she never ever allows anyone to care for her. But for some reason, right now as she remembers his disapproving look, and castigating tenor she feels a bit warm, and sorta safe.

Sakura's eyes flew open as she shook her head. *What the hell am I thinking?* She grumbled disapprovingly. *He's my enemy; for all I know he's currently poisoning my food.*

*doesn't matter, you'll eat anything he puts in front of you. And you know why?* Inner Sakura started. *Because, He's cooking us breakfast, He's cooking us breakfast, He's cooking us breakfast, He's cooking us breakfast, He's cooking us breakfast, He's cooking us breakfast, He's cooking us breakfast, He's cooking us breakfast, He's cooking us breakfast, He's cooking us breakfast….* She chanted.

Ah, but being in her head was truly an exhausting task.

Sakura blinked as the Uchiha emerged a few minutes later from the kitchen carrying two enormous trays and walking with athletic grace towards her table to set them down.

"I'll help you." She offered, feeling like a bad host to let a guest serve her like that. And not a normal guest; It's Uchiha Itachi mind you.

"Sit." He commanded in a stern tone that made Sakura freeze.

*Wow,* She mentally marveled. *He's too intimidating.* She pondered as she watched him put one of the trays on the table in front of her.

She found herself holding her breath at his sudden closeness. She could almost touch him, as he bowed down to set the tray.

He straightened up.

"Until you have eaten and your strength has been restored, you will not move." He said authoritatively before walking back to the kitchen to retrieve the rest of the meal.

Sakura let out the breath she unconsciously held.

*I'd say never cross a person like that; but you already did.* Inner Sakura pitched in with a haughty look.

Sakura sighed, however, before she could ponder how intimidating the man was, her senses were assaulted by an assortment of heavenly mouthwatering smells.

Sakura inhaled deeply as she surveyed the tray, it had scrambled eggs with strips of something that smelled absolutely sumptuous, a baked potato with butter and cream and towards the far end of the tray were some delightfully looking pieces of French toast topped with little pieces of fruit. The other tray held jam and butter, alongside an assortment of pastries and cookies that made Sakura's stomach jump for joy.

Sakura gawked.

"I did not know what you preferred for breakfast, so I opted for a big meal, given your current condition." The Uchiha spoke as he made his way towards her once more, carrying a tray which he masterfully set in front of her so that the girl saw two glasses of orange juice, two cups, a pot of hot water, a small pitcher of milk, sugar and cream, coffee and a few tea bags.

*He thought of everything.*

"That's… .That's…." Sakura stuttered. "Wow." She finished.

"You should eat." He offered as he sat next to her on the sofa.

Sakura gulped, thanking her lucky stars that her couch was big enough for there to be some distance between them.

Slowly she lifted her fork and took a bite out of her eggs, closing her eyes Sakura learned just why this man was hailed as a genius.

*Perfect.* She marveled.

"Finish it." Itachi urged from his perch by her side.

Sakura nodded, having absolutely no qualms about that.

"Where did you learn to cook like that?" The wondered.

Itachi picked up his own fork.

"It is not particularly hard." He mused with an amused expression on his face.

"Are you kidding me, last week I tried to boil an egg and I almost burnt down the entire place." She said earnestly.

"And this is why you don't keep any food in your apartment." He surmised.

"Well, it's easier to go out for food. Less dangerous at least." She said between bites.

Itachi scowled,

"This is very irresponsible of you, Sakura." He reprimanded. "It is a hazard to your health." Came his castigating tenor.

At the mention of her name, the girl turned to face the Uchiha sitting next to her.

"You're a hazard to my health." She said impulsively, before blushing and almost slapping a hand on her mouth.

Itachi looked at her, with a raised eyebrow and eyes alight with silent humor.

"I am?" He asked in a light tenor.

The girl blushed.

She nodded.

"Well, I would never want to endanger your health, Sakura." He said in a sexy as hell tone.

She blushed even harder, but she wasn't about to let that deter her.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" She questioned valiantly.

Itachi took a second to regard the girl appraisingly.

"I have never been accused of being nice before." He reflected.

The girl grinned.

"Never?" She questioned.

"Hn."

She had to laugh at that.

Itachi watched her all the while, as she giggled.

"Well why are you?" She finally managed.

"Why would I not be nice to you, Sakura?" He intoned suavely.

*Hot!* Was inner Sakura's opinion.

"Because you want me to leave your brother." She offered.

At that, Itachi's expression grew noticeably more reserved.

"What would you like to drink, Sakura?" He questioned in a direct gesture for her to drop this line of inquiry immediately.

She sighed.

"You're just like Sasuke." She accused.

Itachi gave her a questioning look.

"When he wants me to stop talking about something, he too tries to divert the conversation away from it like you just did." She said teasingly.

Itachi gave her an amused look.

"Umm, I'll have some coffee, please." She said politely.

Itachi smirked.

"As you please." He intoned in a husky voice that caused Sakura to once again go red in the face.

Sakura watched as the Uchiha started pouring her a cup of coffee.

"Sugar?" He questioned.

"2 spoons." She requested.

A second later, he handed her a cup and proceeded to mix himself a similar cup of coffee yet he didn't add any sugar.

"You brought belly dancers to my class." She said bravely. For some reason she felt like she could talk to the guy, which was really strange given who he was and what he was attempting to do.

"Hn." He said casually.

Translation: 'Yes I did'

She scowled.

"That was just evil." She commented, taking a sip of her coffee.

"This is the second time you've called me evil, Sakura." He intoned dangerously.

She cleared her throat.

"Sorry?" She said, not really sounding apologetic.

*Idiot, you should be begging for his forgiveness. You're gonna make him hurt us. And not even the good kind of hurt.* The inner screamed.

As a response Itachi eyed her appraisingly for a second.

"You are very brave, Sakura-san." He said in a delectable tenor.

Sakura blushed.

However, before Sakura could say one more word, she was stunned speechless as the door to her apartment flew open with a loud bang.

And a second later, Naruto stood in the doorway.

"Sakura-chaaaan." He declared loudly, before his bewildered blues took notice of the Uchiha sitting impassively next to his friend. "You… You…. You…." He stuttered, before proceeding to run around the room like a chicken that just got its head cut off. It took him a few seconds but Naruto finally located a good hiding place and proceeded to make a dive behind an imposingly big chair that stood in the girl's living room.

Sakura watched in stunned silence, while Itachi held a look of dark amusement.

"What is going on here?" Sasuke whose entrance into the apartment was obscured by the show Naruto just put on; questioned from the doorway.

"What are you doing with Sasuke's brother, Sakura-chan?" Naruto's disembodied voice echoed from behind the chair. "Oh, my, God, he kidnapped you didn't he?" He concluded.

"This is her apartment, dobe." Sasuke reasoned. It is indeed hard to reason with idiots, as Sasuke could very readily testify.

"So?" Naruto questioned. "He could kidnap her in her apartment, didn't you hear the stories about what he did to those S-class criminals in Suna." He reflected. "He could do anything." Naruto reasoned. He did still have the scars that proved just what Itachi was capable of.

Sasuke almost rolled his eyes.

"He could be torturing her as we speak." Naruto yelled frantically. "Run, Sakura-chan….."

"Oh, come on, my little cousin would never do that." Came an easy tone from the balcony and everyone watched as Shisui waltzed in like it was the most normal thing in the world for him to have flickered into someone's apartment.

Naruto jumped from behind the chair and ran so that he was standing right behind Sasuke.

"What are you doing here?" Sasuke questioned in a cold tenor.

"Well, since you're all here, I thought I'd come and visit with the kitten too." He said with a wink Sakura's way.

For her part the girl was too weirded out by all the people in her apartment to say anything. By her side, Itachi looked as unimpressed as ever, as he took a swig from his cup, as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

"Eat, Sakura." He commanded.

Sakura nodded without even listening to what he said. Truth be told, she really wanted to continue eating. As well as continue with the whole weird yet somewhat nice morning she was having.

"What is going on here?" Naruto questioned from behind Sasuke.

Sakura stared at him for a second.

"Sakura?" Came Sasuke's question.

She shook her head.

"I… I… This is…."

"Breakfast." Itachi finished for her.

*This must look awfully wrong, with me sitting here with him and… Oh my God.*

"Are you friends with him now?" Sasuke questioned.

Sakura shook her head on instinct.

"We… I was tired and I fainted, he brought me home…. This is….."

"So you're not friends?" the blonde beamed from behind the youngest Uchiha.

Sakura paused for a second, before shaking her head.

"Awww, that's too bad, you two make a great looking couple….." Shisui paused. "Of friends." He added belatedly.

Sakura blushed.

"We're leaving, Shiusi." Itachi said as he got to his feet briskly and started making his way towards the door.

Sakura could only watch as the Uchiha casually strolled out, without a word, and disappeared from her view, followed shortly by a smirking Shisui who paused only to wink at her. "Have a good day kitten." He said cheerfully.

And for some reason Sakura found herself oddly dejected and feeling like the place has suddenly gone empty, even though her two best friends were standing right in front of her, with puzzled looks on their faces.

*Good luck explaining this to them.* Came her inner's helpful contribution.

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"Well, as long as Sasuke-kun bets on you everything should be fine." Ino declared cheerfully. She has walked in a couple of minutes after Itachi and Shisui left, declaring that she has been stalking Sasuke like she normally does, when she saw him come in and just couldn't handle the suspense anymore when she saw the two Uchiha walking out. So naturally she had to come in and see what was happening.

Sakura nodded.

"Sakura," Sasuke started.

"It's fine, I can take it." She assured him. She knew how much he wanted to teach his brother that lesson and she did promise to help him. Not to mention that it wasn't like her to make a run for it mid battle.

"This means a lot, Sakura." The Uchiha said appreciatively.

"Man, that was really weird, with him coming here and all, I mean." Naruto mused.

Sakura nodded.

"He was being very nice too." She declared.

Sasuke scowled.

"Sakura," He started in a serious tone.

"Yes?"

"You do know that he was just playing you, right?" Sasuke said brusquely.

Sakura almost flinched, but managed to steady herself.

"I….."

"My brother would do anything to get what he wants." The Uchiha declared. "If you get fooled by his words, it will be all over." Sasuke said darkly.

Sakura frowned.

"I know that." She said in a dejected tone.

At that, Sasuke got to his feet.

"I will see you tomorrow at the auction, then." He declared.

"See you, Sakura-chan." Naruto declared, as he followed his friend out. "If you feel up to it, we're gonna be at the training grounds." He shouted as he disappeared through the doorway.

Sakura sighed.

"Wow, forehead, you look too sad." Ino remarked as the door closed.

Sakura looked at her friend. She wasn't aware that she looked sad.

"Oh, you know, I have a lot on my plate." She reasoned.

"Well, you don't have to worry; I'll be hosting the bachelorette auction." She declared.

Sakura stared at her.

"You will?" She asked, surprised.

"Yup," the blonde declared, patting her hair. "They asked me a few days ago, they said I'd be a great host, but I'm pretty sure they just want me to host since if I actually participate everyone will save their money to bid for me and no one would be left to bid for the other ordinary girls like yourself." She said modestly.

"Yah, that's why." Sakura said sarcastically.

"So, cheer up, you won't be alone. There is nothing to worry about." The blonde assured her.

Sakura smiled, but it didn't touch her eyes.

*Why am I this upset?* She marveled. Something was weighing down on her chest.

*You really don't know, do you?* Inner concluded. *Quite the genius you are.* She added snidely.

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So, poor Sakura's upset for some reason, I wonder why? :D

Can't wait to hear your thoughts on this one ….

Next chapter marks the start of the auction…. Yup, that should be interesting ;)

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