Because You're You.

SasuSaku.

I don't know if they're really in character.

Disc: Ay-oh, I really need to OWNNN thissss. (Hey, Kishimoto-senpai? Yeah. Uh, My birthday's coming up in two months….) Hehe. ;)

"Wait."

He didn't turn around, but he stopped, halting in the field before me. He said nothing as I fought to re-gain control of my thought process, I had no idea what to do. Should I be angry? Attack with precision and bring him down?

Some how I knew I wouldn't be getting away with that. He'd hand my ass to me in a soup cup. I could probably bring him down a notch or two, though.

I took a step forward, my eyes narrowed on his broad back.

"What are you so afraid of, Sasuke-kun?"

He was gone from in front of me and I was being smashed up against a tree seconds later. This time though, I had planned on that action and bit my smirk down.

"I'm not afraid of anything, Sakura," He hissed into my ear, his katana pushing against my abdomen in a threat.

"Do it," I coaxed, as his head tipped back so he could see my face, "Kill me, Sasuke."

He didn't move, just looked at me, onyx eyes staring deep down into my own jade depths. "Why? It's pointless."

"Is it?" I asked easily, keeping my calm as the katana pressed a little harder into my ribs, "I'm going to give you a hard time, Kill me."

He just looked down at me, emotionless. "That would be a complete waste of motion."

Sighing, I held his gaze and yanked my fist upward in a quick, choppy motion. It hit to my own surprise and smashed heartily into his abdomen. His own eyes widened a fraction of an inch and he jumped back easily, despite the fact that I knew I had cracked a few of his ribs.

He came forward at me and swung his katana down, missing my arm by inches. I kicked off the ground and sprung at him, knocking him backwards a few feet and twisted, landing neatly on the ground. He frowned at me, his eyes glaring holes into me. I laughed.

He attacked.

I did a few back springs to gain distance before I turned abruptly and smashed my fist into the side of his jaw. He staggered back as his eyes turned from obsidian to a deep scarlet.

"Still a waste of motion?" I asked, smiling lightly.

He brought his hand up and wiped the blood from his lips.

"What is it that you want?" He asked suddenly, totally taking me off guard.

I raised my eyebrows, blinking. "What did you say?"

He didn't repeat himself, just looked at me, sharingan spinning evenly.

"I…don't know," I admitted, fixing my eyes on his mouth. "But you will see me as an equal by the time this is over," I said finally.

He disregarded my last sentence entirely as he turned away from me and began to walk away again. He sheathed his katana and shut down his sharingan, his whole chakra signature returning to blank.

"Don't," I warned him quietly.

He continued to step in the opposite direction. I frowned, forming hand signs quickly and whispered the words carefully.

Whipping up behind him, I brought my heel down, intending to nail him in the skull, but he twisted away and it cracked into his shoulder. Frowning, he dragged his katana from it's sheath again, his eyes changing back to crimson and flickered, grasping me by my top and slamming me into yet another tree as he dragged his katana down my leg. I hissed in pain, but the chakra already began to mend the skin together. He stopped, watching it curiously.

I brought my hand up and tucked a stray piece of cerise hair behind my ear before I raised my hand to his jaw, calling green chakra to my palm. He veered away but I used my other hand to drag him back and touched his jaw gently.

His eyes faded to black as he watched me passively until I had healed all the wounds I had created on his body.

"Why did you do that?" He asked quietly, looking at my face.

"Because…" I said, "You're Sasuke."

He looked slightly taken-aback, but he didn't move, his hands still hanging limply at his sides, one holding tightly onto his katana. One of my hands was still on his shirt, holding on and the other was sitting gently on his shoulder- the last wound I'd healed.

He grunted, catching my attention. He sheathed his katana and his hand grasped the back of my neck, tipping my head up to his.

And then he kissed me.

After a few minutes of shock, I gingerly began to respond. It got intense as he tightened his grip on my neck and his other hand perched itself on my hip, grasping it tightly.

We pulled away after a few more moments for much-needed breath.

"Why did you do that?" I asked, panting slightly.

"Because," He told me, "You're Sakura."