A/N: take note, this story is through sasuke's point of view. I tried my best to keep it as close related to all the personalities as possible! I hope you all enjoy and please review! This story will grow more interesting.... so I hope!

'italic'- inner talking

Chapter 1- Common Night

'I don't have the time to fumble around all night searching for cheep soap.'

My lean fingers shuffled through mounts of clutter that laid within my sink cabinets that smelt of mothballs, mildew, Clorox, and toothpaste. My head and shoulders hardly capable of reaching the inner depth of the cavern without rubbing and scratching.

'Damn it all.'

I tugged my left had free of the cabinets and rubbed my right knee which was already growing sore from all my weight pressing it into old linoleum, which was covered with dust bunnies, dead hair and old paste, leaving imprints of the outdated patterns. I set free a groan of frustration, my shoulders falling limp, and my nose taking in one last time, the stench of the cabinets.

'Maybe I am out of soap.'

"Hn. Who needs it? Hot water will do just fine."

Backing out from below the sink, I stood to my knees. My enthusiasm running low, I ran my hand through my hair, then dropped it heavily to my side.

'I don't need any shower.'

Slowly I dropped the towel that was lynched around my waist and slid on my dappled boxers.

'At least they were clean . . . I think.'

Letting out one last sigh, my bangs buried my hair part and hung over my brow, sticking slightly to my brows and lashes, I felt them once I blinked to turn out the bathroom light. Strolling into my room which laid connected to my only full bath, I tossed my unused towel onto my bed. My room was rather messy already. As much as I hated clutter, I never found the importance or the patience to clean. My room . . . it smelt like corn chips and after shaved, but I don't shave.

Yawning I stretched my arms above my head and bent my elbows behind my back, God, I couldn't wait to get into bed.

My eyes show open, my mouth pinched together in surprise. There was a knock on my door. I let my arms drop again.

'Who in hell's name?'

Sighing once more, I snagged a dirty T-shirt that lay near my burgundy pillow case, with the curl of my knuckles and the limpness of my finger tips then tossed it on. Nothing but a plain white top, simple enough for a simple duty– checking the door. The knock came again, I jiggled the back-top of my shirt to fix the irritating tag and flatten the annoying folds, my eyes closed in vexation at both the knocking and my uniform.

"I am Coming."

Pacing out my room, I trenched through my short living area that was jointed with my kitchen, to the ugly, plain doorway. Placing my hand on the knob I spun it brusquely and let it swing open with a flick of my wrist, not the least bit excited or curious to whom was on the other side.

My eyes almost seemed to widen and compress and my lips say "ah" to whom was on the other side. Like I was playing a little game of trivial with myself and answered wrong to an obvious and lenient question.

It was Hanoru Sakura.

A smile laid out on her cheeks, her hair bright and pink, and her eyes glimmering.

What obtrusive features. Her eyes were far too bright and cheerful, they almost seemed to give me a headache, her hair was far too practiced and the color not at all laid back or promising. She reminded me of a child; a little girl who would never grow into some women who would look at her life as a piece of paper to which she would paint and garnish in an honorable and respected way. Ha, even if Sakura had her life viewed in such a manner, nothing would be practiced on it but stick figures and boys who had scribbles for hair.

She made my eyes twitch.

Her usual outfit was upon her, as well as hair style and meretricious attitude, she had sprawled out before her a thin cardboard box that was oval and rather flat, rustling when she giggled.

"Greetings, Sasuke-kun! I hope I didn't intrude!"

'You always do . . . '

"Not at all," I replied lowly, stepping aside since I knew she would want to come in. For or against my will. How annoying.

She stepped in bluntly, yet I could tell she was nervous, she has only stepped into my rickety apartment a few times, always edgy, and it being no secret that she has a crush on me, it obviously the reason of the existing behavior. No matter, it is too pointless to think out.

"My, what a chilly night!" she exclaimed, holding the strange box closer to her bosom, she must have lost her nerve again, she hasn't dared get comfortable or lay the box down. I smirk.

"Is it now?" I said cheaply amused leaning against the wall with my arms crossed.

Sakura's large green eyes searched about for a bit, trying her best not to look into mine, "indeed, it feels it could rain too."

"Hm."

Sakura glanced down at the box in her arms, then held it closer to her. She seemed to be in a sudden burst of thought and uneasiness. I need to help move her on. I was already tired of her arrival.

"Is there something you want?"

Her eyes darted up, then around, she pushed her shoulders forward, gathering courage, and pushed the box up into my view.

"I wanted to bring you this!"

I knew it.

I eyed the package for a moment then pressed my body off the wall with my shoulder blades then reached for it. It was light in weight. I felt my facial expression curl up in rather disgust, I hate surprises, let alone presents.

My free hand lifted the box top off and let it flutter to the floor, inside laid a folded shirt, my eyes glanced curtly from it to Sakura.

She was smiling gleefully yet fidgety, "I bought yesterday at the market, I thought of you when I saw so I picked it up! I hope you like it."

My eyes went back to the shirt, grabbing it by the color I lifted it out and let the rest of the box fall to my bare feet. Holding the shirt out before me I realized it was nothing but a simple blue button up with pearl buttons. What in her mind would make her think of me in this shirt? Not it was raveled, she probably only picked this up to give to me and have an excuse to get on my good side and step into my home.

How troublesome.

"Well?" she chirped.

I dropped my eyes, I hated these situations, especially with people who don't like to be told the bitter truth.

"Very thoughtful, Sakura, but I will not accept it."

With my right hand I held the blue shirt out to her loosely, I could feel her large eyes beginning to quiver.

Her hand had not taken back the shirt. I added.

"I would also appreciate if you would not continue to come around my home aside from businesses matters or try to bribe me with gifts. I don't like to play flirting games."

My eyes looked to Sakura's, she seemed very distressed and humiliated, her hand softly to her lip, and her eyes looking to the shirt. Finally she took it, and brought to her chest, perhaps as a comforting tool, her eyes searched the floor then, her mouth opening and closing, she wanted to speak.

"I....I ..." she whispered, her eyes shimmered with tears, "I didn't mean anything by it like that at all . . . " her eyes looked to mine, "I just wanted to do something nice for you."

"I don't need any of it," I replied sharply closing my eyes once more.

Sakura quickly looked to the side at my reply and began to gently fold the shirt. She did it perfectly. Her body stammered toward the door.

"Well then . . . I hope to see you tomorrow. Good night."

The door closed behind her, I was glad that was over. Dealing with Sakura was fairly easy, she responded effortlessly to my words, making it so I never had to go overboard.

Sighing once more I scratched my armpit and headed to bed.