So maybe it wasn't the ending chapter. Well I realised that you guys are right, it wasn't a satisfying ending. And I thank you for bearing with that crap of a chapter. Lets just say that this story isn't over yet! :)

I'm sorry for the poorly written chapter, would this one make up for it?

Grasping the passion fruit in one hand, Sakura made her way to the apartment.

After all, where else could he be?

It's more than obvious that he read her mind again. But this time the only chills she had were those of excitement. Anticipation coursed through her veins like poison making her hurried steps bouncier and her distant smile wider. The last time she had felt so giddy was when she was 12 years old and was grouped with Sasuke (and Naruto – but that was more of a downside at the time) in her genin team.

That particular thought caused Sakura's posture to slacken, the length and speed of her slides both decreasing before she came into a halt. She remembered her 12 year old self: bratty, selfish, love-struck and obnoxious. That was the last time she was giddy because she spent her time focusing on Sasuke (when deep down she knew it was useless) instead of training. And it took Sasuke's departure that unforgettable night to knock some sense into her. It was only after that night did Sakura slowly grew to become who she was now.

And all it took was Sasuke's seductive advances to reduce her to that pathetic 12 year old again.

As hard as she tried to deny it, she couldn't help the inkling of doubt that clouded her thoughts. Whatever was going on between them didn't really make any sense. Sasuke only started taking interest in her in that way when he read into her sex-deprived mind. If it wasn't for his curiosity this wouldn't be happening. For all she knew, he may just want her for the sex (all though they have never really gone past kissing and some petting here and there).

Sasuke had never really paid her any attention until then.

What if he was just using her?

Uncertainty crept into her being as she willed herself to continue in the direction of her apartment.

Sasuke respected their bond, maybe not in the way she did but he stilled valued their friendship nevertheless. She was his comrade; he would never just use her. Would he?

Come to think of it, Sasuke only really focused on his goals: gaining enough power to defeat Itachi and then restore his clan.

Restore his clan.

Epiphany struck her. His second goal was to produce heirs! Of course the only way to do so is through sex (unless he's asexual… nope.), and with her tainted thoughts open for his viewing pleasure, it was a golden opportunity for him!

Passing the hospital that the kunoichi often found herself working in, she noted that her apartment was literally just around the corner of the street, and if the passion fruit was a hint, Sasuke would be just around the corner as well.

She stopped walking at the end of the street, and pondered her options. She could:

1. Show up at her apartment and question Sasuke's intentions, probably stirring an argument between the two. The result? He'd probably storm out angrily, leaving her in tears as well as silent treatment by both ninjas for a very long time.

2. Show up at her apartment and pretend that she didn't just spend her entire journey there in thought and go with the flow. Results? They could become something more, and while Sasuke gets his wish of having an heir Sakura will be left to suffer in a loveless relationship.

3. Tell him that she didn't want to do this with him; he was her teammate and sex can result in many emotions afterwards which may affect their team's performance. Result? He would agree, (after all, he was a logical person) and he'd find someone else to use as a baby-making machine (but would she want that?)

4. Not show up at her apartment and spend the day somewhere away from him. Consequences? A confrontation by an irritated Uchiha followed by an argument, anger, tears and silent treatment.

Thinking of all her options, Sakura eventually made her decision.

Squaring her shoulders, Sakura rounded the corner, refusing to let herself even think of backing away from her decision. Instead, she decided to focus her mind on trivial matters like where she could hide Tsunade's sake, or how she could avoid her fan boys.

Before she knew it, her feet brought her to the plain front door of her apartment. After only a moment's hesitation, her hands shakily retrieved the keys from her pocket and fumbled with the lock.

'Once I go in, there's no turning back.'

Her head rested on the solid, wood surface, thinking of every excuse to not open the door. Her hand hovered tentatively above the door knob. 'I might as well deal with this now. Putting it off will only make this worse.'

Opening the door to her abode, Sakura slowly approached the table where the basket of passion fruits rested upon. Daintily, she picked up the basket to inspect its contents only to find that within the basket were definitely not passion fruits.

No.

Inside the basket lay several copies of an orange book.

And the story goes on.

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