A/N: Wow, I am alive! Sorry I couldn't get this out sooner, but I really don't have an excuse. >.>

Disclaimer: This is my plot, not my characters. They belong to Naruto. So on and so forth.

Sakura was going home.

It was about time, too. When she had heard about Ino's heartbreak, Sakura had, as usual, rushed into the mix and had not brought any clothes or anything along with her. Her clothes were starting to give off a less than pleasant smell, but she had managed to persuade Sasuke to at least let her take a shower. In the past few days, he had been avoiding her like she was an overgrown deadly bacterium with pink hair. It would not be surprising at all if Sasuke probably thought she was. But that didn't mean it had to ruin her good mood. After all, going home was supposed to make her happy and joyful without the thought of Sasuke, and indeed it did.

She gave an elated grin and tapped her foot nervously. The snow had cleared up for the most part, leaving the door a bit jammed but nothing the pink haired woman couldn't handle. Taking a deep, invigorating breath through her nose, Sakura idly realized that she had spent some whole three days in the presence of the Uchiha, and that alone made her squirm uneasily. They had not talked much since the tomato incident, although Sakura wasn't sure she would even want to attempt to make contact with the enigma that was Sasuke. Sure, she was having odd dreams about him, but did she really want to put herself in danger of getting a fierce glare if a silent question would be muttered? Dejectedly, she sighed and pulled her coat tighter. Not really.

Now, the only thing left to do was huddle up and make a dash for her car. Sakura, never one for cold temperatures, was itching to get out of this ice box. Sasuke's personality didn't help the frigid temperatures, either. Truthfully, she believed that his house was colder inside than out. That could all be summed up to the fact that the outside didn't contain a male named Uchiha Sasuke.

"Alright, I'm going home!" She happily whispered to no one in particular. "Home, home, happity home."

Somehow, she wasn't overly excited as she thought herself to be.

With another tug on her coat, Sakura belatedly realized that she should probably go seek Sasuke out and thank him for all that he had done (which basically all he did was let her have a spare room that wasn't being used anyway). Still, she was a girl of customs, and thanking the host was a definite must. So, with a grumbling mouth, the pink haired young woman set out to find her Uchiha host. The house wasn't that big, so it wouldn't be so hard to find him, right?

Apparently she was wrong.

She had looked in the kitchen. She had looked (briefly) in his bedroom. She had even gone so far as to walk into the little dining room that he kept for special occasions. But had she seen one black hair of his head? "Damn Uchiha and stupid traditions." Her nose was getting clogged from spending too much time in the freezing temperatures. "They can burn in hell." With her mind made up and a resolution sought, Sakura nodded and trekked back towards the front door.

The dark metal knob came into view, and she silently sent out a prayer to a random god that her car would actually work. Pausing with her hand in midair, Sakura frowned and contemplated that little set back. Car not working? No escape from the ice box. Her frown deepened. A male usually had some good old mechanical ability, ne? All the males that she had come into contact with had been able to dish out some kind of pointers about cars. But, then again, those males hadn't been Sasuke.

Either she would seek out the Uchiha and force him to come with her just in case her car decided it wasn't cooperating with her, or go out to the car and coax the automobile that she was indeed its friend and came in peace. The decision was obvious: she chose the latter.

"Come on, baby," Sakura whispered as she stroked the steering wheel with what she would classify as pure love. "Start for your mama." Again, she assured it that she came in peace, but it seemed that the chunk of metal had already declared her an enemy of the state.

Not really wanting to concede to do her first plan, the young woman got out of the car and scuffled towards the front of her Toyota. She lifted the hood and pathetically stared down at its metal engine. Should she poke it and see if it suddenly worked? With closed eyes, Sakura hurriedly poked it and retrieved her hand back as if it had touched boiling water. No results. Again, the first plan came to mind. And again, she pushed it back with a sniff of stubbornness.

Evidently this was not working.

A feeling of frustration grew within her. She should be more than capable of doing this! It was not brain surgery, although when Sakura looked at the engine (with a hint of distaste one might add), all the wires and various tubes did make it seem so. "Why won't you start?" She muttered and hugged herself. Her weight switched from one foot to the other. It was times like these that the young woman wished she somehow had magical powers to fix this baby up. That…or a crowbar to destroy it.

She gave a glance back towards the house and honestly started to come to a conclusion that she should probably seek help. But the chances of her actually finding the Uchiha spun more towards the slim slid of the calibrator, and she just wasn't up for a goose chase right now. Her gaze swung back towards the open hood of the car, and then turned back towards the house. A goose chase it was.

Sakura found him staring out a window in the kitchen, his dark eyes stoic and calculating. With a noise from her throat, she brought his calculating look towards her. But not two seconds had gone by when she lost it again. Deflated and tired, the pink haired young woman was in no mood for his silence today. "Listen, Sasuke, I need some help."

He silently looked at her again and didn't answer.

"My car," she seemed to struggle with her words, "my car isn't cooperating with me, and I thought that males usually are good at those kinds of things…" She trailed and hoped that he would pick up. He didn't. "You know, come out and maybe give me a hand? I would say thank you. A big, joyous thank you if you want." His eyes turned back towards the window. "Alright, so maybe I won't? I'll be quiet the whole time and not say anything." Surprised, Sasuke turned back to the young woman. The latter grinned good-naturedly. Hook, line and sinker.

"The whole time." He deadpanned, giving her a stoic look.

She held up her hand. "With my entire honor at stake, I decree that I will be silent as Sasuke works on my car."

Just seeing her quiet would be a feat in itself, one that he planned on witnessing. Although there was a flaw in his plan. "I don't know anything about cars."

Her mouth dropped open. A male not knowing a thing about cars? Silently, Sakura questioned his sexuality. He didn't make any advances on her the whole time she had been there, and that was quite surprising. He was male (at least she thought), and usually when a female comes within a few meters of said male they start to drool. Well, the ones she had met lately anyway. It was strange that Sasuke would avoid her at all costs. Maybe he was gay… "Nothing? Absolutely nothing?"

Maybe he was being humble, like all those times Hinata would mumble that she didn't know a thing about physics, and then had belted out her fifty question assignment in thirty minutes.

"Nothing." He repeated blankly.

Her hopes crashed. "Well, maybe you could take a look at it?" If he tried, Sasuke might just get the hang of it and fix the problem.

He turned away. "No."

Sakura pouted.

Sasuke sighed.

Sakura whined.

Sasuke frowned.

"No."

She pathetically turned away, her shoulders slouching. "Fine. I'll just go outside and fix it. Alone. And cold." When she didn't get a reply, she straightened and sighed. "All by myself… Don't want to be, all by myself…" She sang as she drifted back out into the snow.

And there she was, Haruno Sakura trying to fix a machine in the bitter cold that had doomed her to the depths of hell. Sighing dolefully became her new pastime. "Come on you hunk of cheap metal! Work with me here!" It seemed determined not to work with her at all. In truth, it seemed like her Toyota just wanted to be mean and rude with her. The fact that she was giving the inanimate object feelings was beside the point. The point was the damn car was being horribly stubborn and uncooperative. Fleetingly, Sakura thought about abandoning the thing and walking back home just to spite it. Leaving it with Sasuke would be enough punishment for the Toyota.

Then, she thought of the drive to Sasuke's house and decided it wasn't worth it. She might either freeze to death or catch pneumonia and then die because she had no treatment. Both didn't sound like an all that appealing way to die, but it was better than staying with the Uchiha for a few more days.

In her state of deep depression, Sakura blocked out the sounds of a nearby, working car. She whined and moaned and whined some more, before finally turning around with her hands deep inside her pockets. So when the loud honk interrupted her thoughts of suicide, the pink haired woman was surprised indeed. "Sakura!" A hand protruded from the car's window, waving about frantically. "Hurry, get in!"

She narrowed her eyes at the ballistic hand, her grandma's words "Now, don't get in any stranger's cars!" coming back to haunt her. And this was definitely a stranger. Turning her eyes away, Sakura started back towards the house with an oblivious air about her.

Another honk stopped her. "It's me! Naruto!" Hearing her friend's name, the pink haired girl flung about and almost let out a cry of relief. Her rescuer had come to pick her up! Giving an angry glare to her stalled Toyota, Sakura quickly jogged to his car, opened the door, and flung herself inside the heated automobile, letting out a sigh of relaxation.

"You're a lifesaver, Naruto." She murmured, resting her head back onto the seat.

Naruto squirmed and slowly turned the car around. "Actually, Sasuke called me and left me a message saying to get you the hell out of there."

That wasn't surprising. "I'm glad you actually followed his advice."

"I didn't do it for you. I did it to preserve Sasuke's mentality."

She grinned tiredly. "Dobe."

"Believe it. Where to madam?" He asked as his Chevy pulled out of Sasuke's driveway.

"Somewhere far, far away from this place."

"Aww," He cooed, "not liking the presence of Sasuke lately?"

Shrugging, she returned, "Not really. He was mean and annoying because he didn't talk. As in, not at all. As in, complete silence. All he had to eat was tomatoes, which was revolting in itself, and he acted like I didn't exist." She sniffed angrily. "And his house is freezing."

"Yeah." He nodded and grinned, tapping the steering wheel. A few silent moments passed. "Hey, Sakura…" His blonde eyebrows drew together, "…what are you going to do about your car?"

Momentary pause. "That thing can burn in automobile hell."

Naruto was smart enough not to press for details.

Sasuke watched his friend's ecstatic hand shaking to and fro, and he honestly felt a rush of relief. That pink haired distraction would be gone and out of his life forever, just the way he liked it. What he had been thinking when he had picked her up and carried her inside was beyond him. Haruno Sakura would be dead and gone to him, and he would be absolutely elated about it. The Uchiha watched them pull out of his driveway and let a smirk slip out from his usual blank face.

But when his eyes had traveled over the snowy landscape and met Sakura's abandoned Toyota, the grin was squashed by a frown. She left her car in the middle of his driveway, and he wasn't all that happy about it. Couldn't she have the decency to actually tow her car away from his property? He briefly thought about calling a tow truck. Well, that was one way to deal with it. Or he could just let it rot there and forever remind him of the past annoying three days with its owner. That didn't seem like such a good idea.

Pulling out his cell phone, Sasuke punched in the numbers and quickly brought it to his ear. "Hi, is Kuba there? Yeah, Kuba." A pause. "Hi, this is Sasuke. Yes. Will you pick up a Toyota from my house? Yeah. Today. What do you mean you can't?" He deadpanned. "The weather is fine. No, I want it done today. I will pay you double. Fine." And with that, he hung up, giving the small car a glimpse of his Uchiha glare. Sasuke would be damned if that thing stayed at his house for more than a day. Getting frustrated, he trudged out of the front door and towards the little Toyota with a mission. It would be leaving his driveway.

Although he knew nothing about cars (he had not been lying), whenever Sasuke put a mission in his mind, he would do anything to see it get done. He looked upon the old automobile with contempt. It was irritating him, plain and simple, and it needed to be eliminated soon. Through the cold, he stared at the Toyota, as if willing it to turn on with just the power of his glare.

It remained stubborn.

Who was good with cars? He racked his brain and found only one plausible person. Kakashi. Quickly pulling out his cell phone again, Sasuke dialed the number and impatiently waited.

"Hello?" Was Kakashi's drawl from the other end.

"Listen Kakashi, it's Sasuke."

"Sasuke?" A brief silence. "What can I do for you?"

"I have a car in the middle of my driveway that needs to be taken away. Do you think you could fix it up and tow it back to your garage?" He anxiously waited for Kakashi's answer, already ready to be out of the thing's presence.

Kakashi sighed. "What kind of car is it?"

"Toyota."

"With this weather?"

"Yes. Please Kakashi." It was a rare sight indeed when Sasuke said please to anyone.

"Alright. But I have to get my mom some groceries and then maybe unpack them, so it might take a while." Kakashi drawled.

"Whatever. Just come." And he hung up, not really asking how much it would cost. Because, honestly, he would pay anything just to have this junk of metal out of his line of sight.

Within the three hours that it took Kakashi to come (his excuse had been not finding bananas at the store), Sasuke was just about ready to beat the unsuspecting Toyota to bits with a crowbar. Actually, he had crowbar in hand when Kakashi pulled up. The latter still had that stupid bandana strewn across his face and left eye, which made Sasuke's anger flare up more although he knew he was being irrational.

"Fix it." He hissed, pointing to the stagnant vehicle.

Not one to argue with a furious Uchiha, Kakashi quickly fixed up the wretched thing and proclaimed he was done within an hour. Not that Sasuke was complaining. "I'll just…" Kakashi trailed, staring at the rabid fury of his client. "…get your money later." He tilted his head to an angle and sighed, not really waiting for Sasuke to answer before he hooked up the little Toyota to his car and strode away to his own vehicle.

Now that the demented thing had wriggled itself out of his life, Sasuke was starting to cool down and evaluate his anger. Truthfully, he did not know what had triggered his anger towards the inanimate object. Probably due to the fact that all he wanted to do was forget about Haruno Sakura.

A/N: Sorry if anyone was OOC, but I was a bit rusty. So, you like? Hate? Want to destroy it? Well, tell me in a review! I'll be sure to reply back to you if it is possible. Thank you for reading this drabble anyways!

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