I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand

Shit. Fuck. Damn. Sakura has a HOT mom. It's like a fact of the earth, now. Seriously, she's a bit on the older woman side but HOT DAMN! That lady has it GOING ON! The weird thing was that she looks like she hadn't been laid since the like the fifties. And back then EVERYONE had sex. Whatever; she still was hot.

"May I ask what your name is, young man?" Asked the hot lady who is said to be Sakura's mom.

"Sasuke. Uchiha."

"Oh...Yes. I know your family." She answered thoughtfully.

"Really." I replied, staring at her chest. Hey, I may be drop dead gorgeous but I'm still a guy.

"Didn't your brother murder your whole family and then try to brutally anally rape you?" She questioned as if she was asking me if I wanted a piece of toast. What a fucking marvelous conversation starter. And I thought Sakura had terrible social skills.

"Mom..." Sakura growled through gritted teeth, turning beet red.

"It's okay Sakura. Uh, yeah, why yes that's my family." I said, trying to restrain myself from tearing off every limb on that hags body. Psh. I wondered why this woman hadn't got laid since the fifties.

"Oops. I forgot about the kettle." The old wench smiled; turning around to rush back into the kitchen.

Thank God. That woman was worse than Sakura. No wonder she doesn't live with her.

TWO HOURS LATER

"I heard age slows you down, but Goddamn this is pushing it." Sakura frowned, getting up and walking toward the kitchen.

"Hn" I agreed.

Sakura stopped in front of me; dead in her tracks and let out a shrill scream. Then she stopped and let awkward silence fill the air.

"Sakura?" I asked giving her a little push.

Then I saw it; the hottest mom in the world, dead as a doorknob, next to the blender, covered in blood, low fat yogurt, and three pieces of burnt toast. Sakura's body rigid in fear. I quickly called 911. They came as fast as I called; shooing us off so they could examine the body in private.

"She's gone." Sakura said in a deadpan voice.

"Umm...Not really. She's dead but she's still in the kitchen technically..." I tried to console her.

"You suck at comforting me! Hello! my mom just fucking died and I never even got to say goodbye...Or I love you even though you're a complete bitch or I'm sorry...I-I" Her voice quivered a bit then she began to sob and cling to my shirt.

"It's okay, c'mon smile. It's uhh...alright. Seriously, Sakura it's not like that hag was going to live forever. Plus, she pratically abandoned you." I once again tried my hand at comforting the pink headed jap. And for what reward? Oh nothing; just a BROKEN RIB CAGE. What a wench.

"B-b-b-but Sasuke y-y-you don't understand s-s-she w-w-was my m-m-mother" Sakura choked through her sobs, inbetween punches she was throwing at my chest.

"Look, Sakura I'm sorry your mom died. This sobbing and screaming thing was cute the first five minutes but now I feel like a tow truck ran over my rib cage and plus I'm bored. Just tell me where the CCS books are and you can hit me and cry as much as you want."

"I HATE YOU! YOU DIDN'T WANT TO COME HERE FOR ME YOU JUST WANTED TO READ CARD CAPTOR SAKURA! AND NEWS FLASH! MR. CHICKEN HEAD WE DON'T HAVE ANY OF THAT SHIT! DO YOU KNOW WHY? BECAUSE CCS SUCKS! AND IT ALWAYS HAS AND ALWAYS WILL. YOU'RE SUCH A LOSER! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!" Sakura screamed at the top of her lungs.

"You're completely correct on the first part. I didn't come here for you. But you have two things wrong. Card Captor Sakura does not suck and the BACK OF MY HEAD DOES NOT LOOK LIKE A CHICKEN!" I just lost my fucking cool. I couldn't control myself and I pinned her against the wall. She whimpered and turned away from me; refusing to look me in the eye.

"Sakura." I breathed her name across her cheek.

"Umm...Maybe this is a bad time to say Mrs. Haruno is dead." the medic said, staring at me then to the pink head I was holding up against the wall, our lips dangerously close.

"No shit. I could of told you that." I hissed to the "doctor".

"We did everything we could. We're so sorry. It must have been a tough life for her. We examined her and it seems she hasn't had any sexual contact since the fifties. But EVERYONE had sex in the fifties."The medic sadly shook his head.

"How did she die?" Sakura asked in a small voice; still turned away from me.

"A strange freak murder involving a blender, low fat yogurt, three pieces of burnt toast, and Jessica Alba holding a knife covered in blood. We have no idea who could have done this." The medic wiped a tear from his eyes.

"What about Jessica Alba? She's got a fucking knife covered in blood, Magnum P.I" I said sarcastically.

"Are you on drugs? Jessica Alba is too hot to do anything like this." The medic waved to his group and they quickly carried the corpse out of the house. Leaving, me and Sakura alone.

"Saku-" I stopped in mid sentance. Her lips crashed in to mine. preventing, any sound that could come out of my mouth to stop. She deepened the kiss and opened her mouth to me and I immediatly dipped my tounge in. It's a guy thing I guess. Her tounge followed mine- for awhile. She soon started to nibble on my lower lip. Then she pulled back and turned away, blushing as if this never happened before. I tilted her head back toward my lips and met her lips with mine for the third time. Oh, what the hell, her mom died, let her take advantage of me. It's not like this means anything anyway... Right!

This chapter is dedicated to my buddy Cole. He taught me how to think like a guy so I could make this chapter most realistic as possible. Personally, I hate this chapter which is the main reason I'm dedicating this to him. Well, Thanks for reading! until the next chappie.

XOXOXOLaurenXOXOXO