A/N: GOMEN!! . How long has it since I updated? The last chapter that I wrote that I remember was the latest one for Dangerously Sixteen. *sigh* Being a freshman still feels like middle school. I don't know, maybe it's just me. =P I hope that you like this chapter...please review!! I love you all!


Note: Help me get rid of my blocks as a writer. -__-


Another note: This chapter is basically about Sasuke and his "past" I hope you like the mysterious hot guy!!



Disclaimer: I own the characters you have never heard of ^______^



~Replay~


Tokyo Express

Tokyo's hottest couple had just reunited!! Reasons are still unknown, and yet there are still some rumors flying around with Haruno Sakura's latest affair before the tearful renunion with Tokyo's top model Akihiro!! More information is to be given...



Sakura smirked at the newspaper as she took her morning coffee at Cappricciosa as her friend Yuki the waitress was taking orders for this couple across from the celebrity's table.

"Good morning Tokyo, we have the latest news for the beautiful lights of Tokyo. Our most popular lovers were seen outside of Tokyo Hospital with Akihiro down on his knee with the beautiful young woman's hand in his very own," The anchorwoman was informing the viewers at the coffee shop and some looked at Sakura wondering if the empty seat in front of her was occupied for her fiance. It wasn't.

Being fed up with the paparazzi flashing pictures of her in front of the clear windows Sakura got up and told her friend, "You know, you should do something about those windows, it's a lack of privacy," and then without hearing a response from Yuki, she grabbed her pink purse and headed out with her arm in front of her blocking the mob of hyperactive photographers trying to flash pictures of her every move.

Soon, she reached her platinum convertible and drove off while some of the committed paparazzi kept on running after her with their huge cameras. As Sakura drove out of the parking lot, she quickly swerved to the right almost scratching her vehicle and stepped on the pedal speeding past the limit. However, police officers knew who she was and let her go because she was "Tokyo's Lady" Sakura was sick of this. The attention, the bright flashes she sees every time she goes somewhere public just to live her life as a normal person. She is a normal person however the media portrays her as an idol.

As a former Miss Tokyo, Sakura brushed her tears away from her face and tried to keep her eyes dry and clear so she could see the road better. When she finally reached her apartment, she quickly retreated to her home and shut the door and locked it. Heading up the stairs to her room, Sakura felt a wave of weakness over her, pulling her down to the cold floor. She could barely see and all her eyes could make out was a blur, nothing but a variety of colors of the rainbow all blurred and faded together like an abstract painting. Hoping it would work, Sakura closed her eyes for awhile and the opened it again. Her eyesight was back.

Sakura timidly walked over to her door and leaned against the hard cold wall as she saw dozens of bouquets of roses placed in front of her door like a memorial service. It was all from Akihiro.

Taking the letter tags off, Sakura had someone deliver them to her neighbors as seeing no use of having many vases of flowers in her apartment. Turning on the television, news of her reunion with Akihiro were all over the channels. Frustrated, Sakura let out a grunt and turned off the television. At that moment, she wanted to throw the big object out of her balcony, however lacking the strength prevented her to do such a thing.

A few moments later, the phone rang. Sakura didn't pick it up, instead she headed straight to her bedroom and landed herself onto the soft mattress hoping to doze off blocking everything that's happening in the world and let her off to her own dreams...

~*~

Out in her driveway, a young man took one last look at the empty balcony and then put his helmet on and drove his motorcycle away. As Sasuke drove off his vehicle, he passed Tokyo Hospital and impulsively took a spit at the sidewalk probably despising the moment of Akihiro down on one knee. Trying to fight back his emotions, he shrugged them off, hoping that he would never feel them again. Being alone for 19 years of his life and living with his kind neighbors was not the ordinary life or any child that he has ever befriended. His parents had left him not wanting anything to do with him since his mother had an unplanned pregnancy.

All he could remember was that his neighbors told him that they had a brief conversation with his mother and Sasuke's foster father told him that he looked exactly like her mother except she had a tired and sorrowful look on her face. Only when he was at the age of 16 Sasuke knew the truth of his identity. And right now at that moment, he didn't know who he was, and what he was.

His foster parents were kind to him and raised him well, however, the lack of his real parents being there Sasuke was driven into the underworld of drugs, sex, and violence. His "father", Satoshi he would call him was always off at work and stayed home at rare occasions on the holidays and on the weekends. His "mother", Umeko he would call her worked full time at the hospital and had little time with Sasuke and so most of his adolescent years he would live off of crackers, cereal, and candy.

Resenting his life, Sasuke, at the age of 15 began to embrace a whole new thing that he knew that neither his parents or foster parents would let him be involved in. A gang. Memories of his so-called friends stung Sasuke in the back of his mind and he thought to himself every night that he was thankful of getting out of that group alive with some permanent wounds on his back and stomach. Before he left the group, there were times where he would wake up to a different girl every night in his bedroom and would safely bring them home without his parents' notice in the morning. All this time with them, he only thought of them as company when he was feeling down and pleasure...not love.

Love.

He often pondered on the meaning of that word. Love, even the word echoed through his brain. Sasuke would even leave his living room whenever a commercial of any subject on love or even shows that he knew that Umeko would love watching on the weekends would make him sick. Sick to his stomach. Sasuke "loved" his parents, however the only feelings he had for them were only "like", or "comfortable with" but not "love" With that he would even look at his classmates' parents and how they interact with their children. The parents seem to have such a big influence and effect on his classmates that he thought about how his foster parents were influencing him. They were kind and gentle and Satoshi had never laid a hand on him whenever he would come home bleeding or with a bad grade or a detention. Instead, his parents would just nod and continue on with their agenda.

Now, he is 19 and grew out of his home. When he graduated from high school, it was a miracle that he actually did, he immediately left home. No goodbye's or kisses or hugs. The last that Sasuke had ever seen them was their faces in the audience as Sasuke walked up to get his diploma. After that it was all in Sasuke's hands. He used up all of his money that he saved up from childhood and bought a motorcycle, the same one he has now. With that, he drove away from home with nothing but a heartful of painful and a few treasuring memories in him.

Ever since he had left home, he went into a convenient store and asked the manager for a job. Luckily he received the job and after a few months he had enough money to rent an apartment, a small apartment...not the ones that you usually see now with lots of rooms. Instead, the one that Sasuke settled for was a two room place where the living room, kitchen, and bedroom was in one room and the restroom in the other. There, he started his life...until now.