Sasuke slammed his fist into the wall. How could he have been so stupid!

Yes, she would have moved on. There was no use.

All those years of thinking what he needed was to better himself and get stronger, to push people away from him and only focus on his one true goal.

But now, watching Sakura receding into the distance, he knew that he had made a mistake. He could have had everything.

But instead, he had nothing. Nothing but anger.

He didn't know why he had pushed Sakura away in the past. In the beginning, he had seen her as just another immature coworker. As they progressed, he had felt that she had not known how to express her feelings properly, showering him with her gifts and loud, obnoxious voice. But still, there were those little things that attracted him to her—her kindness, naivety, and the shy smile that sometimes found its way onto her face. She got under his skin, invaded his private thoughts and dreams.

And those eyes.

Those emerald, emerald, eyes. How they confused him. Made his head spin and clouded clear, logical thinking.

And then something in him snapped. Feelings that he had kept bottled up burst. He realized what he wanted. What he needed.

But he was too late.

Or was he?

Sasuke ran a hand through his hair and let out a long, exhausted sigh.

Step 1: Find out who the lucky bastard is.

-

Sakura smiled as she felt Miruko absentmindedly stroke her hand where their fingers were entwined.

A thin, lanky figure, but not without substantial muscles, Miruko was sweet, sentimental, and kind. If you passed him on the street, you might not give the boy with glasses a second glance, but that's what attracted him to Sakura. He didn't need to go out of his way to emit a certain glow, a certain radiance, that was just too adorable.

Miruko made her feel beautiful. Like she was the love of his life. Like she mattered.

Sasuke never did that. He belittled her, in his own way. Or perhaps it was just her imagination…

Sasuke. She thought angrily. Her grip must have tightened on Miruko's hand, because he looked down at her curiously, but a smile spread across his face soon afterwards, as though he understood it all. His arm moved to her shoulders and slipped underneath her hair, his fingers brushing the skin on the back of her neck. She sighed, and pressed into him, hooking a finger into his jeans. She heard a suppressed gasp of surprise, and giggled, tracing patterns underneath his shirt and around his bellybutton, slowly circling lower.

His voice hitched in his throat.

"S-Sakura…"

"Shhh…" She cut him off and placed her free hand against his lips and lay him down on the tatami room floor.

"Get undressed." She instructed softly, murmuring as she pulled her shirt over her head. Miruko looked at her, unsure of what to do, but obeyed, and unzipped his pants, folding them neatly and tossing them to a corner. He crossed his legs and stared, warm, chocolate brown eyes searching hers.

"Now what do we do?" He whispered.

"Now," she said, leaning forward and kissing his jawline as he gulped, "you kiss me."

-

Miruko lay on his back and readjusted his lopsided glasses, breathing heavily as Sakura's thigh occasionally rubbed against his groin, her fingers resting on his chest. He tilted his head, smiling at Sakura's half-lidded eyes.

"Sakura?"

"Yeah?"

He stroked her hair.

"You're so beautiful."

Sakura smiled, and rolled on top of him.

"And you, my love, are my knight in shining armor. Or should I say, in very sexy boxers." She snapped the elastic, and giggled as he blushed, grabbing her hair to capture her in a kiss that was anything but gentle.

"Ooh, Miruko…I think I like this side of you." He pushed up his glasses and grinned, placing his hands behind his head as she stood up and walked out to get a drink.

"You look nice from over here." She turned around and winked. She walked out and yawned, opening the fridge door to pull out some lemonade. She rested against the counter and looked out of the window.

She felt a body behind her and almost choked on her lemonade as she remembered the night at Naruto's. She was about to whip around when a chest created pressure on her back.

"I don't want our neighbors to see you…" Her eyes involuntarily fluttered close and she let out a content sigh as two strong hands reached from behind and cupped her breasts, pinning her arms to her side at the same time.

"And…and why ever…not…" She breathed, struggling to get the words out as her body relaxed, Miruko gently massaging with his hands.

"Because I want you all for myself." He murmured into her ear, causing pleasant shivers to run up her spine. She arched against his chest.

"Getting…possessive now…are we…"

"Shhh…it's my turn now…"

-

"AAARRGGGHHHH!" Sasuke threw the binoculars onto the floor and stomped away from the window, practically tearing out his hair.

THAT BASTARD WAS TOUCHING HIS GIRL!

He had seen him, but hadn't caught his name. Not like he could hear. But still. He had seen him.

A tall man—no, a boy, a mere boy was standing in his way. What did he have that Sasuke did not?

Glasses? Brown hair? Skinny arms?

Sasuke looked at himself in the mirror.

What is wrong with this body? He thought to himself.

Maybe it isn't your body. Maybe it's your attitude.

Oh, shut up. Like you know anything.

I know what Sakura likes.

Tell me.

Nope.

Hey, wait! Get back here—

Sasuke rolled his eyes.

They make a cute couple though, you have to admit.

SHUT UP!

Okay, okay, jeez. And here I was, thinking you wanted me back.

Sasuke stared.

"AH-HAH!"

Sasuke's slumped form sprang to life as an idea formed in his mind.

He would go over and introduce himself.

Hopefully, Sakura hadn't told her little skinny-armed boyfriend about him.

Step 2: Break them up.

Hello, again,

SakuMiru? MiruSaku? Rings a strangely familiar bell xD.

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