Sakura and Miruko walked hand in hand to the ice cream parlor. The elderly looked at them, and smiled, talking amongst themselves. What a great couple. Women looked dreamily, wishing that their husbands were as caring as Miruko. What a great couple. Husbands scowled, and pulled their wives away to bribe them with ice cream.

He looks gay. Sasuke thought sulkily to himself, hiding behind a wall that was blocked by a small vendor.

They look happy together. Maybe you should just forget about it.

Shut up. Can't you see the way she's leaning on him? And the way they look at each other! It's all wrong!

…

Fine. You were right. But I'm not giving up. Uchiha Sasuke never gives up.

-

"Miruko, I'm going to go to the washroom, okay?"

"Alright. What flavor ice cream do you want?" He asked, counting his change in his hand.

"Vanilla…" She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him, long and hard.

"I have to—" Miruko kissed her on the cheek, "It's in public!" He whispered. She giggled and skipped off, blowing him a kiss. Smiling as she turned around, she squealed and twirled.

She was happy.

For the first time in her life, she was a girly happy. She felt tipsy, dizzy, and went into the bathroom to clear her head, thoughts of Miruko swimming in her mind.

-

"Uh, can I have one vanilla ice cream and uh…one mint chocolate ice cream, please? Thanks." Miruko said, pushing up his glasses and recounting his change.

Sasuke got ready, and decided to make his move.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't little Ichiwa Miruko." He sneered, clapping Miruko heavily on the back, causing him to sputter.

"What the—who the hell are you?" He squinted, knocking the hand off his shoulder.

Sasuke tsked.

"You mean, you don't remember me? How could you not remember me, the famous Uchiha Sasuke!" He laughed, and dipping his finger in the vanilla, licking in off his finger and grimacing in distaste.

"Who…oh, it's you." Miruko stepped towards him. "Well, listen here, Uchiha, if you think that you can take Sakura away from me, think again. She loves me, kid, not you. Give it up."

Sasuke's eyes narrowed.

"I'm not a kid."

"Well, you sure act like one."

"I sure don't fight like one."

"Well let's see it then!"

"Bring it on, nerd boy." Miruko dropped the ice creams, and made a lunge at Sasuke.

The crowd watched on, some in amusement, some in disgust, some in horror, as the two boys wrestled on the ground.

Sasuke inwardly smirked.

"Miruko!" A female voice called out. "What are you doing!"

Miruko had Sasuke pinned on the ground, punching his face, arms, and chest. Sasuke seemed to be lying there in pain, too weak to stand and defend himself.

"Sakura!" Miruko stood up quickly. "This man…this man was insulting you!" He said quickly. He looked smugly around. He had won.

Or so he thought.

"Sasuke! What have you done to him!" She crouched beside him, glaring.

"What!" He looked disbelieving. "I didn't do anything! I'm the injured one here!"

"Miruko? Is this true?" She looked at Miruko like a mother to a lying child, and he smiled sheepishly. She threw up her hands in exasperation and hoisted Sasuke to his feet.

"I'm going to help him, alright? It's the least we can do to say sorry about what has happened." She hooked an arm around her shoulders.

Like as if I need help.

You wouldn't mind it.

Score. Pin the blame on the boyfriend.

-

"Take off your shirt." Sasuke smirked, and did as he was told, throwing it into a corner and sitting, waiting. Sakura had her back toward him, preparing.

"And don't try anything while you're at it." She shot, pausing to glare. He just smirked. She rolled her eyes.

"Alright. Stick your arm out."

She gulped, placing an unsure hand over his muscles, enjoying the feeling of the contours they made, much to her disgust.

"So, how have you been doing, Sakura?" She swallowed.

"O-oh, I've been doing great. Just great. A-and…how about you?"

Placing her hands on his chest, she blushed, surprised at how easy it was to get used to the feeling of his bare skin. As she rubbed ointment onto the wounded areas, she felt the hardness of his muscles, and how they contracted and relaxed as she moved her hands. She was almost tempted to…

No! Stop this nonsense! Just get it over with and get out!

Shut up and enjoy it. You know you like it.

But…but…I feel guilty! What about Miruko?

What about him? Sure, he's been there for you and all that jazz, but face it, do you not get bored sometimes?

N-no…

Sasuke grinned. He could read every emotion flitting across her face.

"Sakura."

"Ah! Oh, yeah, sorry. Zoned out for a second."

"Hn. I'll make a deal with you."

She narrowed her eyes.

"What kind of deal?" She asked suspiciously.

"If you give me something, I'll stop bothering you. You'll never think about me again."

"…Um…al-alright…sure…just as long as you promise to stay away from me."

"Promise."

Her eyes widened.

"Really?"

He smirked, flexing his muscles.

"Really."

"Alright, what do I give you?"

"A kiss."

-

Sakura and Sasuke went their separate ways.

But Sakura felt like crying. Crying for joy, or crying for sadness, she didn't know.

All she knew was that she had just kissed Uchiha Sasuke.

And she liked it.

No, even better, she loved it.

He had promised that she wouldn't ever think about him, ever again.

But here she was, staring into space and dreaming of him.

"DAMN IT, SASUKE! YOU KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN!"