A/N: Moving in?

N-E who, I'll do more research on the show before I bring in any characters... To be perfectly honest, I never really liked the show Naruto (But… I s'pose that it's starting to grow on me…) and never sat down to watch it (until recently), so all I really know is what I've read from fanfiction...

I hope I'm doing a good job so far… Trust me, when I'm determined to make something good, especially a story, I try my VERY best. I'll be doing a lot of researching.

In fact… I'll watch a Naruto movie or episode before I write a chapter, to make sure that I'm getting the characters at least somewhat similar to who they really are.

Murderous Alliance

There was silence…

Awkward silence…

"This came out pretty good, didn't it?" Sakura smiled, playing with her food.

"Hn," Sasuke muttered, taking a bite out of his meal.

"I don't even know how I did that! I just looked in your kitchen and all of a sudden, lunch was ready!" She giggled, but it faltered when he kept silent…

They sighed.

"I'm sorry that I barged in like this… I don't have to stay with you if you don't want me to, I mean, there's always Naruto. He can be kind of talkative sometimes, like me, right now, and well, yeah, I guess I'm just trying to say that if you really don't want me to stay here than I can just lea-"

"It's fine."

"A-alright…"

Silence…

"Thank you."

"Hm…"

More silence…

A couple minutes more passed when Sasuke got up suddenly, placed his dishes in the sink and entered his bedroom.

"Thanks for the meal…" He mumbled, before closing the door, leaving her to remain by herself, and finish eating in the dull silence.

"Well, that was rude." Sakura said, taking the last bite of her food and putting it away for her to wash tomorrow as Sasuke did.

Sasuke was busy sharpening tools and once again, thinking. It's what he did for most of his life. He may not speak much, but where there isn't a word, there's a thought.

He remembered answering the door to let Sakura and Kakashi-sensei in, Naruto had other business to attend to, and leading them to the guest room where Sakura would be spending the rest of her time till she felt she was better.

It was the first time that Sasuke had seen Sakura in a wheel chair, and it made a string in his heart pull at the sight, he supposed he didn't expect her to be in a wheel chair, but he also supposed that it was only natural, seeing as she hadn't used her legs for the month she was sleeping, unless she did some sleep walking that he wasn't aware of.

He had left her a bed in "Her room" and a drawer, a desk, and a chair. He hadn't a clue as to why he had those unneeded things in his home in the first place, especially when he already had some for himself, but it all came in handy for him and that's all that mattered.

She looked to be one of the happiest people he'd ever seen and usually that would irritate him, as most things happy did, but this time it didn't…

Surprisingly… It wasn't all that surprising.

It just made him feel… uncomfortable. Yeah, that was the word.

Did I make her happy?

He shook the thought from his head. Of course, he hadn't made her happy! She was probably just happy because she got to stay with a close friend or something. A girl thing, he figured.

But he had to admit, that he had a weird feeling in his stomach when he thought that he was the reason that she was smiling so lovingly.

There was just something about it that made him want to be the reason she was smiling.

The reason she was happy.

You're doing great so far. The Uchiha's inner-self snickered, Way to make her feel at home during the meal. A meal that she prepared for herself.

And you.

That's when Sakura heard a loud slap.

"Is he beating himself up? Does he usually beat himself up after lunch?" She spoke softly to herself, sitting in her room.

Sakura was thinking back on the days events when she pulled herself up into her new bed.

I got to see my home… She sighed, smiling lightly, remembering.

She also got to see the streets of Konoha, which were much busier than she expected them to be. She saw her kitchen, her bathroom, her room. It felt so nostalgic, even for someone who didn't remember ever being in there before.

She grabbed everything she thought she needed. It was a strange happening too.

She would think of something she might need and suddenly knew where it was. She shrugged it off; maybe she had a sense for these kinds of things? Or maybe... her memory?

When she was through with packing and they took her to Sasuke's house, she couldn't help, but feel… nervous. She was going to be living with a man for a while. Alone with a man. Alone with… Dare she say it…? Sasuke.

She mentally slapped herself.

Not that anything was going to be happening while she was alone with Sasuke… in his home… at night…

What was she! Some kind of sick pervert! Snap out of it, girl!

They entered his house when Sasuke answered and Sakura was taken aback at the sight… Was his place always this clean? Or did he clean it knowing that she was coming?

Oh, don't give yourself too much credit… She sneered at her self. Sasuke's house is probably always perfect… Just like him...

Mental Slap.

She looked around as he led her to the room she would be staying in and as she thought it would be… the room was perfect. She smiled wildly, while inside she was squealing like a dying horse. (A/N: No, animals were harmed in the making of this story…) She was just that excited!

She would've jumped out of her seat and hugged the poor guy, if it hadn't been the fact that Kakashi was strolling her away.

Their sensei left soon after that, saying something about meeting up with the Hokage, Tsunade.

When he mentioned the name, something in Sakura clicked… She knew that name… but before she could ask, he had already left, leaving them there. Alone in the-Give it a rest, will ya?

If she couldn't even handle herself on the first day, how could she possibly go through a week? …Or longer?

She mentally slapped herself again and again, until her inner-self stopped her.

That's right… Let's give myself even more mental injuries.

She said sarcastically and Sakura rolled her eyes.

I've got enough, what's a few more gonna do? She responded, non to curtly.

Hurt?

Sakura blinked… Oh yeah…

Sasuke was just about done sharpening one of his weapons and he turned it over, inspecting it. He blew off the old shavings and grinned at the glare of the setting sun's light reflected off the tip.

Perfect…

He sat back against his bed and looked up towards the ceiling, then closed his eyes resting for a bit… that was until… A loud crash sounded from out of nowhere and Sasuke practically jumped out of his skin from the unexpected noise.

What the hell…? He asked himself, rushing out of his room to see what all the ruckus was about.

Only to come face to face with Sakura… A look of devastation plastered on her face.

"I'm so sorry!" She said, trying to lean over, to pick up the broken piece of a glass plate, in her wheel chair, but unfortunately for her, it wasn't working to well… Damn, chair!

Sasuke didn't say anything, he only watched her. And then with an irritated roll of his eyes he bent down and picked up the pieces for her. Stupid woman.

Sakura was surprised that he was helping her, what with his earlier attitude.

"You shouldn't be doing that! Put it back! I can do it, I'm the one that dropped it, after all! I swear I'll pay you back… I'll cook for you! Or something… Clean? Watch the house?" She reached out for his sleeve when he walked past her to throw what was left of his plate in the trash, "Anything?" Her eyes begged and he whipped his hands on his pants making sure that all the glass was off of him. "You have to let me do something, I won't be able to forgive myself…"

"It was just a plate," Sasuke blinked at her, annoyed at her persistence, he showed her the cupboard where the rest of the plates were stored and Sakura blinked at the many similar plates he had… Why did he have tons of plates?

She shook her head, never mind that…

"I know, but it's my first day here and I already broke something of yours. You have to let me do something to show you that it will not happen again," She looked at him determined from her wheel-y chair and he scratched his neck.

"Do what you like…" He said, not making eye-contact as he pulled her hand away from his sleeve.

Only to have her hang on again.

"What?" He grunted, glaring at her. This was starting to really push his buttons now.

"Tell me what I need to do," Sakura couldn't figure out why she so badly wanted to do something for Sasuke… Or why she wouldn't let him go… Maybe this was some kind of way to get him to stay with her a little longer. To be completely honest, she was starting to irritate herself. That was saying something… She didn't even want to know just how Sasuke felt might've been feeling at this moment.

"I like your cooking…" He muttered, prying her arms away, and dashing back into his room, so that she couldn't pull him back again. Or was it because he couldn't believe that he had just complimented her cooking...? Either way, he dashed.

And he dashed fast.

Sakura smiled, satisfied with that answer and strolled back into her room. What had she been doing in the kitchen?

Sakura was just about to enter her own room, when she glanced at Sasuke's.

I wonder what he does in there…

It was enough… She shouldn't pry any more… That whole kitchen deal was far more than enough.

She smiled peacefully and placed a hand on the door handle of her room, about to enter, when…

"Ugh!" Sasuke heard, coming from outside his room.

Sakura?

Once again, he rushed out of his room, preparing to really give her a beating if she was just messing around.

Instead he found Sakura holding her head in her arms, lying on the ground, the wheel chair tipped over.

What had happened…?

"Sakura! Sakura!" He called, going to her side and placing a hand on her upper back, lifting her, so that she was now slumping up. She merely recoiled from the touch, trying to push him away and holding her head, groaning.

"Sakura, what is it? What's wrong?" Sasuke asked frantically, checking her head for any injuries since that was where she kept going…

Did she fall out of her chair?

"It hurts!" She yelled, pushing his hands away.

"I can see that it hurts!" Sasuke yelled back, impatiently, "Where does it hurt!"

But before she could answer, she went limp in his arms. At first he thought she was dead, but when he checked her pulse, he realized that she had just passed out.

He sighed with relief.

What was that all about?

He lifted her up, bridal-style, and kicked open her already ajar door. He laid her on her bed and brought in her chair, leaning it against the wall, for easy access when she woke up. Before he left though, he looked around the room.

"You already unpacked?" Sasuke blinked, asking the unconscious form on his guest bed. He shrugged when he didn't receive an answer and slowly backed out…

He looked down at the ground in the hallway, where Sakura seemed to have collapsed.

Had she fallen…? I better take a better look at my floor board later…

And with that he walked into his room, sighing…

He was always sighing… Ever since Sakura woke up, ever since she was attacked. Why is that, he wondered.

He looked out the window, Night, huh…?

…The days seemed to get shorter and shorter…

Clearly a sign that winter was coming soon. He closed his blinds and as soon as he did, a chill ran down his back.

"What was that?" He whispered into the darkness of his room.

Curious, he peaked out the front door, trying to see if he could catch any sign that someone was there… but whoever it was had left.

And in a hurry.

He glared at nothing in particular and went back inside his home, locking the doors securely and checking all the windows… just to be safe.

Better safe, than sorry.

Perhaps, he would think to himself later, he should've been much more cautious.

Perhaps…

He should've heeded more attention to his surroundings…

Somewhere in the shadows, outside the gates of Konoha, a male smirked into the night.

"Perfect…" He whispered, his voice hoarse.

A/N: Good? This story seems to be moving a little fast… I've always written that way. I can't seem to stop… I did slow down a little though! But then there I go speeding it up again. I don't know if anyone else does this, but every time I think I have a really good idea, I just want to write it already and forget all the other little stuff and so, I start skipping along so that I get there quicker. And then it gets all slow and detailed once I do. Lol. I wonder why that is…

N-E who! Please, review!