A/N: Sorry it didn't come sooner, but I do feel on top of things again. I'm doing a million things at the moment, it's just a matter of choosing which matters take more precedence. And obviooouuusly, this does. I still have no idea where this whole story is headed, I think I've mentioned this before. So you're just going to have to bare with me here. This is an experiment; and as you all know, they can go very wrong. Thanks a MILLION for your reviews/comments and such. I love reading them. :D

The next morning when I woke up, I expected to feel better. Instead, I felt just about as reprehensible as I did the previous day.

I didn't like it, nor did I expect to feel so, well...crappy. It was that feeling you got when you were just so terribly frustrated, that the awful feeling does well to just weigh down your chest in the worst way. If there's one thing I hate, it's the feeling of anxiety. It's completely insufferable. How people go about their days feeling this way I had no idea. And the worst part of it is, is that I knew people felt like this on a daily basis. It's tragic; there's really no other way to put it.

I figured the reason I'd been feeling so damn disgusting was the sheer dread of this talk Sasuke had wanted to propel me into me into the night before. I gathered that I wasn't all that concerned about it until now because I was high on fatigue. The possible severity of it all, never quite hit me until this moment.

It didn't matter how annoyed I was with him - and I was annoyed - it didn't change the fact that I was concerned as to what direction our relationship would be taking as of now. I wasn't aware of how much thinking he had actually done yesterday, and what type of conclusions he had inevitably come to. I think I preferred it staying that way. I refused to believe that I was that girl that would be emotionally inept right after their significant other left them. In fact, I knew I wasn't. There was one thing I would never let myself do: allow myself to crumble into a vegetative state should something like that ever happen. I've heard that story one too many times, and I refused to be the topic of sad chitchat.

As for Sasuke, I didn't think that severing ties with me would be all that emotionally taxing. He cared for me yes, but as to what degree, I really had no clue. He was harder to read than a book written in a different tongue. Not only that, but he was the biggest asshole I knew. He'd probably drop me like a flaming rock from hell. This could very well be the cynicism talking, as I am notorious for it; but I really couldn't help it. I was confused - and above all - I was scared.

I yawned, stretched and forced myself up from the bed. I rubbed my eyes free of sleep, and caught sight of a blur of blue. If I wasn't awake then, I was now.

Sasuke sat in the small chair across from the bed, watching me intently. Another thing I was totally repelled by.

"Were you just sitting there watching me sleep?" I asked bitterly, pulling myself to the edge of the bed. When I said, 'we'll talk in the morning' I didn't mean literally. Couldn't he wait? No, of course not. Everything is me me me, "What, was I snoring again? How about drool?" I added dryly.

He shook his head, "No, I just got in."

I forced myself to sound disinterested even though I wasn't, "Yeah, from where?"

"The florist."

Really? Sarcasm this early in the morning? Even I'm not on this early. I have my limits, he should too.

Side-eye, "Right, you're an ass. Where were you actually?"

When he didn't answer me right away, I chanced a glance his way.

He appeared taken aback. Something I didn't see all that often. So naturally, I was too.

"What's wrong?" When I looked down at his hands, I saw the bottom of flower stems. I half expected them to be withered flowers as a symbol of complete rejection. But...they weren't.

He had a bouquet of purple Hyacinth and Gardenia in his hands. Wrapped up in powder blue wrapping paper. Albeit they were pointed down to the ground - not necessarily the best way to handle a bouquet of flowers, but they were flowers none-the-less. And they were for me. Well, I hoped they were for me. Let's not embarrass Isaaru much further shall we?

I suddenly felt terrible.

I had somehow automatically presumed that given Sasuke's history, he would never be one to buy flowers (and I would never expect him to). Yet here he was, with a bouquet in his hands. But can I actually be at fault though? My skeptical reaction had only been a product of Sasuke's Boy-Who-Cried-Wolf syndrome. If he hadn't been such a sarcastic prick in the past, maybe I would've believed him when he told me.

But I didn't, so could I really be blamed? He just wasn't the type. Excuse me for not associating sensitive and Sasuke in the same breath. It's a living, breathing, oxymoron for goodness sakes.

"Oh God," I looked from the flowers to him, to the flowers again, "I'm sorry."

His expression softened, and regressed back to a look of indifference.

He didn't answer me, he just stood up from the seat he was too big for and began walking towards me.

My heart was racing a mile a minute. My brain was seconds away from an aneurysm. I'm pretty sure I forgot how to breathe.

I hadn't prepared for him to forgive me. Is that what's happening here? What was going on? Then again, I was getting a little ahead of myself. I couldn't simply assume that he had forgiven me. For all I knew these could be goodbye flowers, and I'd never see him again. He knew how to disappear. Well.

Walking up to me he looked hesitant, even a little anxious. Of course none of that could eclipse his too cool for school attitude, but it was there. He stopped a little too close to me, but I didn't really mind. But I acted like a did, and I crossed my arms in front of my chest stubbornly. I wasn't about to totally submit to him, even though I craved for him to come a little closer.

His eyes were trained on both me, and the wall behind me. Altering between both every few seconds. Nerves.

Finally he spoke: "I...should not have acted the way I did," I could tell that his words were sincere, but he still looked as if he was being forced - typical, "I'm - sorry."

I wasn't about to reject him totally. After all I knew it took a lot of sucking up his pride to apologize to me. He was an Uchiha. People like him grew up with a built in God-Complex. And although it shouldn't even be there, how can I help with the way he was raised? You can't turn back time. Besides, I think that a jolly, personable, kind Sasuke would be outrageous - not to mention reserved for people like Kenta (where it fit so beautifully).

He continued, "I was insensitive; it's your body," he kept on his struggle, "I overreacted, and put my...wants," he looked away,"...over you."

If I hadn't been aware of myself, I would've had a fly trap for a mouth. Had I been that girl, I would've been driven to uncontrollable tears at his unlikely apology. Since I wasn't, I only smiled. There really was nothing else I could do. I didn't think I had anything to say.

Even though it hadn't been the most brilliant, heart-felt of apologies, it was an apology. And coming from Sasuke, that was already a miracle all in itself. I don't think I could have dreamt up a more inconceivable dream. This was far to much stimuli for a morning.

"It won't happen again." He concluded, then held out the flowers for me without another word. I'm glad he didn't say anything after that. I didn't think I could handle the moment. Moments like these were too much and I was still an immature teenager at heart. Admitting love was one thing, showing it was another.

I took a whiff of them, "Thanks." I was glad we had reached some sort of understanding with such few words. He wasn't greedy in that sense. If I had said nothing I'm sure he would've been fine with it. It doesn't take very long in the process of getting to know the Uchiha that words were not his thing. In fact, he'd probably make a good mime. That thought alone kept a smile on my face.

When I looked up at him, he looked expectant. As if I had forgotten something. I took a second or two to pick my brain for the answer; I blanked.

"Umm...What?" I felt bad for having to ask, because by the way he was looking at me, it was as if it was common knowledge. Like I had made a blunder in accepting flower etiquette. Is there a flower etiquette? Did I breach it? I'd never received flowers before. Perhaps I did.

Oh! It suddenly occurred to me. I took a step towards him and gave him the biggest hug I could manage. He was so warm, so comforting. I had completely forgotten how nice it was to touch him, to feel him so close to me - to take in that soapy cinnamon smell that I was so fond of. He ran his hands up and down my back, tangled his fingers in my mop of hair and rested his broad chin on my shoulder. It tickled a little. We stayed like that for a while before I backed off. The bouquet was starting to leak onto the floor - and the last thing I needed was Midori complaining that I ruined her cheap carpeting.

Of course I was reluctant to move away, but I did. Sasuke however, did not let go that easily. Which I was confused by.

I was still certain that deep down inside of him, he still hated me for not being honest with him. Somehow or another I knew it would reemerge when I would be least expecting it. Things always fell together like that didn't they? Life truly was a bitch.

"I have to put these in a vase or something." I whispered and offered that as an explanation for my all too sudden departure.

He granted me a smug look, "You're not walking away with only that."

"What?"

Oh, I was so naive.

He took me in his warm grasp again, and inched closer to my face. My slow credulous brain kicked into action, and pushed him away. My stomach flipping like a mad woman.

"Ew, are you nuts? I haven't even brushed my teeth yet buddy," I walked away from him and went about stalking around for a reasonable vase, "that's disgusting."

"Oh right, I forgot about your monster breath."

My eyes; they couldn't have gotten wider.

"Oh my God. You didn't just say that did you? Are you serious?"

"As your snoring."

"You are such an asshole."

"Yes, it's a shame you're stuck with me."

For some reason his words caught me off guard. The not-so-nice circumstances in which he said them didn't really matter. It provided me some solace in my instability, that at least for now, he was going to be here. In some disturbingly bizarre way, it was comforting. I took hold of that thread of optimism and stored it away for later.

I grinned, "I guess I am."

For now I was.

That's about it for now. I'm not sure how I feel about how I wrote Sasuke here. I'm never really satisfied, but I do hope it suited you? I'll try to have the next chapter out in the next couple of weeks, or sooner, if I know what's good for me. ;)