A/N: Hey guys, I'm gonna try to update faster and maybe a bit more since we're on winter break. Feels good, doesn't it? :P Anyways, enjoy! :)

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Dealing with an Uchiha

Chapter 14: Everything is Changing

I was dancing in a field of tall, wild grass, surrounded by my friends and family. My idiot brother was in a nearby tree with his puppets, giving them a seemingly serious lecture. Ino and Tenten took my arms and we swung each other around, giggling and tripping over ourselves. I looked into the bright blue sky and watched as the brightness dimmed and gave way to rolling cumulonimbus clouds. The air began to fly, sending us running for cover under the tree where Sasori hung upside-down, now laughing and making jokes with his puppets. I watched as the grass whipped violently from side to side, rain pelleted down onto the moistening earth, and lightning struck nearly every tree in sight. I turned around, away from the horror, expecting to find a scene much worse. I did. Uchiha.

"Ah!" I exclaimed, immediately pushing myself backwards towards the faraway edge of the bed. Sasuke looked at me with his common annoyed countenance.

"Do you enjoy sleeping in my beds?" he uttered, his tone matching his face.

"Excuse me?" What the hell kind of question is that?!"

"It's just that I always find you sleeping in my beds."

I couldn't help but scoff. "Well, excuse me Mr. Emotionless-duck-"

"Mr. Emotionless-duck?"

"-but the first time wasn't my fault. As a matter of fact, it was yours. And this time... Well... Well... You should have just taken me home!" The heat crawling onto my cheeks was unbearable.

Sasuke blinked once. Then twice.

"Mr. Emotionless-duck?" he brought his hand to his forehead and shook his head. Then surprisingly, he looked up with a puppy-dog face. "That hurts, Saku-chan. I have emotions!"

Honestly, I found it so funny that I almost blew a blood vessel trying to contain my laughter. It didn't work though. Then something in my head clicked.

"Oh my gosh..."

"What?" Chicken-ass asked, coming out of character as quickly as he had gone into it.

"Sasuke...can show emotion!" I gasped and fell backwards, bringing the back of my hand to my forehead. I thought all was fine, seeing as the bed was huge. But... I guess I slid back further than I had thought... And maybe... Just then did I realize that its width really wasn't endless... Just before my head hit the ground, however, my body froze in mid-air - like in the movies when time stops.

"Geez…" Sasuke muttered as he hoisted me into a sitting position, "You really are stupid..." His commentary meant almost nothing after hearing it numerous times, yet I felt like I wasn't in control of my body anymore. And thank you so much brain and body, because as Sasuke pulled me up and let go of me, probably thinking that I would just stay in a sitting position, I fell forwards, hitting my forehead on his chest.

"Ow..." I said, rubbing my head.

"Wow..."

"Sorry..." I muttered, looking up at the youngest Uchiha brother sheepishly. My head was going forwards again, but this time, towards his. I thought my eyes would jump out of their sockets, my voice aching to tear through my throat in an earsplitting roar. I slid my hands up Sasuke's shoulders and wrapped them around his neck.

'No no no no no! What's going on?! Ew!'

Ahahahahahahahaaaa! Don't act like you don't like it, hon.

'I don't!'

Yeah, sure.

'It was you, wasn't it? Why can't you believe me when I say that I don't like him! I don't like him! Not one bit! So stop doing things like this! How the hell did you even take control of me?!'

A magician never reveals her secrets. Plus, of course you like him. I mean, if I do, then you do too.

'That's is a far cry from reality. It isn't possible!'

Oh, and why not? Actually, it's not a far cry from reality. It's fact. Because, sweetie, I think you've forgotten. I really can't believe that you forgot what I am.

'What are you, then?! Huh?! Because I DO know! You're my alter ego, my opposite! So whatever you feel, I don't. I feel very differently!'

Tsk tsk tsk. That proves it. Like hell I'm not your alter ego. We're the same person, yes, but I'm the one who speaks her opinions, how she feels. I. Am. Your. True. Self.

'Oh hellll no!'

Sorry hon.

'Well, I know for a fact that I wouldn't talk like you.'

You're right about that part.

'Oh noo! No... No... Oh god, no... It can't be...'

I couldn't take it anymore. I. Needed. To. Kill. Mentally, I turned around and grinned maniacally at my inner, who was now sitting in a beautiful, expensive looking, wooden armchair. Needless to say, she swam in her own blood ten minutes later.

I was snapped out of my mental rampage when Sasuke pushed me onto the bed. Fear coursed through my body as I looked at the silhouette above me. Frightening, it was; the lights were out, the blinds on the door to the balcony were shut, and the only illuminator of the room was the alarm clock which shone the faint, blue, backwards numbers 12:29 onto the wall beside the television.

My heart was a ticking time bomb as I waited, watching the outline of Sasuke begin to lean down...

"Sasuke what-"

The damn chicken-ass kissed me again, and in that moment, I felt it - I could control my body again. He may have sensed that I was about to retaliate because he snatched both of my wrists and pinned them to the bed with one hand, resting the other beside my head. At first I squirmed, but found that doing so only made him put more force into the kiss. It felt like hours, but when I glanced at the clock, only one minute had passed.

'Dammit... just make it stop...'

Crossing my toes in lieu of my fingers and hoping for the best, I kicked him, resulting in a pained grunt and the release of my wrists. Yes! A positive effect! I pumped my fist into the air in a little victory cheer and accidentally bit down on Sasuke's lip, making him growl lowly and me squeak. Sasuke broke away, flustering me a bit.

"Stop it." he commanded resting his body on mine. Was the room spinning? I don't know…

"I'm not stopping now... You started this, Haruno." he reminded me.

'No! It wasn't me! It was the crazy ass alter ego in my head!' I wanted to scream, but I realized how crazy that would make me appear.

Sasuke and I looked at one another for a few seconds, watching each other's short breaths. He drew our lips into another slow kiss. I couldn't stop thinking about what inner had said about her being the true me, and before I knew it, I was kissing Sasuke back, tangling my fingers in his soft hair, pulling him closer. I couldn't take it anymore. I felt like I was going to implode.

I broke the kiss and looked Sasuke dead in the eyes. "I'm not planning on stopping you." he raised his eyebrows in what I'm guessing was shock - but only for a second.

"Hn. Good." was his only comment.

Kissing him felt incredible. They teach us about natural highs in school – if I could do this every day, it would definitely be my high. The emotions gushing through my head and the insanely pepperminty taste of his lips were all too overwhelming. Sasuke reached up to tug at the hem of my shirt while biting my lip, making me gasp and grant him access. I squirmed a bit as his tongue invaded my mouth. He pressed me down into the mattress again to try to make me stop but failed - he probably realized he wouldn't be able to make me stop when I karate chopped the back of his head. I giggled when I heard a little "ck!"

The smirk forming on his lips made me want to smack that wonderful – kami, I'm going crazy – face of his. Panic struck as his lingering hand on my side trailed down to squeeze the inside of my thighs.

"Sasuke, stop. Don't do that. It . . . it -"

"I know. Just relax o-"

"No, I can't relax," I placed my hand on his chest and pushed in a failed attempt to separate us. Well, obviously, he didn't like that move because he kneed me - not hard - in the ... spot. I couldn't help throwing my head back in a moan, just loud enough for Sasuke to hear.

"The reaction I'd expected... You never fail to surprise me, Haruno..."

Hn. I got her this time. Looking back, regrettably as I admit this, I never truly intended harm upon the pinkette lying beneath me. The more time that we spend together, we inevitably form a stronger bond. I doubt that's how she feels, seeing how she reacts whenever I'm around, but there's no harm in trying to get her to, perhaps, think in the same perspective...

"Sasuke, stop it, seriously. This isn't funny." Her silky voice quivered, her small frame shuddering in what I hoped was anticipation – though, I couldn't shake the fear radiating from it. Her face, neither delicate nor stone, was painted light blue by the alarm clock on the night stand.

Yet, I couldn't help a smirk. This girl ... changed me in small ways. And every time that I kiss her, I can tell - no. I can feel in her kiss the torn emotions, thoughts, and feelings. Not knowing what's going on, why it's happening, how it's happening. I hate making her feel that way, but the years turned a kid into a geyser knowing nothing of self-restraint.

There's just one issue in this situation which I call "my life"; the girl whom I've been messaging. She seems like a cool girl, but I don't know her and she may not live in Konohagakure. The notion of Sakura being the girl seems impossible – there's no way that she would ever say things like that to me. Although, would she know it's me behind the screen?

'Damn it, Sasuke! Stop it! It's not her!'

Yeah, but think about it man. What if it is? That would mean that she's been calling you babe and sexy and all that other good stuff. Hell, if she's calling you that and flirting with you on Namikaze, just think about what would happen in real li-

'Ahem.'

...Oh, yeah.

'One thing, I made the move tonight, not her. Also, I know for a fact that cherryblossom7 isn't her.'

What proof do you have?

'...DAMN IT.'

Exactly. Now think about what you just said. "Cherryblossom7." Now, wouldn't it make sense for that to be lovely, sexy Sakura-

'Really?'

-since her name itself means "cherry blossom"? And she seems to take pride in it - at least a bit if not at all.

'That makes sense, alright? Are you happy now? And it wasn't necessary for you to use those words to describe her...'

One, you're just pleasing yourself. I'm you. Two, it wasn't, but that's what you want to call her every once in a while, I know.

'... Stop this blasphemy. NOW.'

You sound insane right now. You need to take medicine. I think I'll call Tsunade. Did you know that she also has training in the medical field?

'Of course I know that you dolt, I'm the one who figured it out. As you said, we're the same person. Wait...'

Just realized that you called yourself a dolt... wow...

'*face palm* great...'

"Sasuke?" Sakura asked, giving me a questioning look.

'*quack*, I zoned out arguing with you!'

What the *quack* did I tell you about the cussing? Those stupid mother *quack*ing quacks are *quack*ing pissing me the hell off!

'... Hn.'

I rolled my eyes at my inner self. Oh, how I hate him... I turned my eyes upon Sakura and suddenly, a switch flipped inside of me.

"Sorry baby. Who said I was trying to be funny?" I asked with a good hint of suggestiveness in my voice, leaning down to take the second taste of her neck for the day. Adrenaline pumped through my veins, spreading like wildfire to every inch of my body. I smirked when I heard Sakura's faint gasp and felt her quickly grab the back of my neck. Luckily for me, I'd been going through years of martial arts training, and so I was able to withstand Sakura's nail assaults – and I loved them.

Sakura whimpered and clutched my neck tighter. I nearly smiled. I sucked hard on that one spot on her neck and didn't stop until minutes later, leaving her shivering.

The blankets welcomed me as I rolled off Sakura. My position allowed me to see Sakura retreating to the door not five seconds later. She grabbed the handle and froze, suddenly looking rigid.

I smirked. "Hn." she remembered that she needs me.

"Get your keys and get in the damn car. You're taking me home." she spat bitterly, wiping her mouth and neck. The corners of my mouth down-turned slightly in a tiny frown at her action. Did she not like it? Well, I had been abrupt, pushy... pretty naughty in one day... God, she must hate me right now...

I sighed and stood, straightening my clothes and rubbing the back of my neck where four little half-moon indents had appeared in my skin.

'Damn, they're deep.'

"Do you ever cut your nails?" the question tumbled out of my mouth impulsively.

Sakura ignored me, walking out of the room and down the stairs, out the door, and to the car. I took my time following her, catching up a minute later. She was sitting on the hood of my car, legs crossed, head back, and eyes closed. I crept close and kissed the exposed skin by her collar bone.

"That's dangerous, you know." I whispered into her ear.

My playfulness was met harshly with an iron slap, stinging my face as if I'd just disturbed five honeycombs. I looked up to meet Sakura's eyes; beautiful, emerald orbs shooting arrows into mine.

"Don't you dare ever do that to me again – any of it." she commanded. She looked at me for a second longer before sliding to the ground, grabbing the keys from my hand, unlocking the car, and slamming the door behind her. I didn't dare look down in hurt or dismay. I would not take back anything that I'd just done. Not for a long time. Instead, I shortly sighed and climbed into the driver's seat, viciously snatching the keys back from little-miss-attitude.

'I can't believe that bastard.' was the first thing that came to mind the next morning as I smashed another alarm clock to pretty pink bits.

I glared at my ceiling, fuming.

'Why had I even let him do that to me?'

'Why the hell did he do that?!'

'When did everything go so wrong?'

Millions of questions seemed to blur together in my mind, screaming at once into my ears, searching for resolution. But I had none. Then there was a knock at my door.

'Finally, someone with some sort of respect.'

"Yeah." I acknowledged, letting whoever was behind that door know that I was in a bad mood.

"Yo." Sasori stepped into my room nonchalantly munching on three different flavored waffles at once. I wasn't bewildered in the slightest. My brother - unfortunately, we're related - pulled out the chair from my desk and took a seat, continuing to eat in silence whilst staring at me in my beastly loveliness.

"Well, is there a point in coming in here, other than to spread your waffle crumbs all over my floor?" I raised my eyebrow, genuinely curious.

Sasori pointed a finger at me as he shoved the last of his waffles into his mouth. "Do explain to me, dear sister," he said through the mouthful of crunchy, fruity, breakfast, "why you're still in bed at this hour."

"What?" At first, my brain didn't respond. But then I took out another alarm clock from my nightstand drawer and nearly broke that one, too.

"WHAT THE HELL 9:26!" I screamed, tossing the purple clock onto my bed and rushing out the door with my things, leaving Sasori sitting in my seat and staring after me. He wheeled himself into the hall to continue staring after me. I grabbed my keys and turned right before I opened the door.

"And what are you still doing here?" I asked critically.

"Sick." Sasori replied calmly, sniffling a little bit and holding back a sneeze. I blinked once and turned back to the door.

"At least a gallon of water, sleep, and-"

"Yeah, yeah, let myself sneeze."

"You always were weird like that." I said, shaking my head and shutting the door behind me as I left. Sasori is one of the biggest idiots that I've ever met... How do his little sisters love him so? Do explain this phenomenon to me.

A/N: Hey guys! I'm gonna end it here because I really want to get this uploaded, plus I'm really tired and I don't want to keep torturing myself (:P) or you any longer by writing more in this chapter. Have you noticed a pattern? Because I have. I didn't mean to, but I think that I've developed a pattern in the story between the happenings of Sakura and Sasuke. Anyways, never mind. Happy New Year, by the way! :)

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