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Two piercing green eyes stared sightlessly upwards at the white ceiling of her bedroom, thinking of the day's events.

She loved her new job, but then again she had only met a few of her co-workers, and the people she would be working with made all the difference. Yumi had seemed friendly enough.

Her date with Genma had actually provided some worthwhile conversation, he was an interesting man. Contrary to what she'd heard, he was actually quite chivalrous for the whole duration of the night. She felt guilty because she knew she'd disappointed him when she'd only given him a kiss at her door, but she wanted there to actually be the possibility of another night with him.

But for some reason, not so far beyond her comprehension, she had a sense of guilt at the thought that she'd actually enjoyed herself with a man.

Her eyes were soon covered by her thick eyelashes as her eyelids closed and soon she was enveloped in her dreams.

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She saw her Kakashi-sensei, Naruto, herself and Chyo-ban.

Then, she saw him, and her heart did a flip-flop.

She hadn't thought she would ever see him again.

But there he was.

But he was an enemy, and would remain one.

His lurid crimson eyes, which were directed toward her shocked emerald ones, were mesmerizing.

He smirked, and she felt her heart do a whole routine of gymnastics. Cartwheels, flips, and even trapeze moves...

Was it wrong that she was jealous when his gaze had turned towards Kakashi?

But he was a murderer...

His dark hair had grown longer, it had been long before but now it was even longer, and it was in his eyes. It was lustrous in the sunlight. She began to fidget as she felt the longing to run her fingers through it, but also tried not to let her sensei notice her uneasiness.

But he was a criminal...

His voice was smoother, and deeper.

But she mustn't think of those things, for he was an enemy, a murderer, a criminal, and... and... and he was looking at her again.

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Her eyes opened slowly, and she let go of a small sigh.

She always had that same dream, ever since she'd turned sixteen. She'd tried everything she knew as a medic to make it stop; pills, ointments, jutsus even, but she'd only gotten it to go away one month at most.

Because she hadn't dreamed it for the past two months, she'd thought she was finally rid of it.

She was wrong.

It was painful to see the man that she had fantasized about in her younger days again. Especially when he was so lifelike, like he was right there with her. The renewed emotions weren't pleasant either. The confusion she'd felt had almost caused her to ask him to take her with him. Her feelings had been even stronger than the ones she had felt when Sasuke had left, but her resistance had grown stronger with her age. But every time she caught glance of a picture of Sasuke, she saw Itachi in his stead.

Itachi...

He'd almost grown into an obsession.

And now..., she wouldn't be able to sleep.

She stood and sauntered into her large living room.

After her parents had died during a Konoha mission, they had left her the home that she'd grown up in. All their personal possessions remained untouched, such as her mother's jewelry, their clothing, and those kinds of items. She just couldn't imagine moving things that had been there since she was a toddler.

As she stepped into the dusty kitchen, she went directly to the refrigerator. Opening it, she wasn't surprised to see that there wasn't anything inside except for a carton of milk and some eggs that she had bought yesterday. Then she remembered the contents of her freezer. She reached in and removed a tub of ice cream. Chocolate... her favorite kind.

She reached into the cabinet for an empty wineglass and set it onto the counter.

Pausing, she realized that she sensed someone outside her front door. When she had come to think of it, it had been there ever since she'd stepped into the living room. Stepping across the floor once again, she made her way to the door and opened it slowly. There, on her doorstep, sat a figure.

"...Genma?" She asked, her eyes adjusting to the dimness outside.

"Took you long enough." He smirked, standing.

"How long have you been here?"

"About ten... fifteen minutes..." He sighed "It may seem pathetic of me but... Do you realize that you're the only woman who's ever turned me down after a date?" His brow furrowed as he thoughtfully chewed on the needle in his mouth.

"Would you like to come in?" She asked, still feeling a bit bad about how she had tricked him. She smiled and stepped aside so he could come in. "Only to hang out though." She added, not wanting him to get the wrong idea.

"Sure." He said, walking inside.

"Damn." He said, seeing her sleeping attire, "How is it that you can manage to make children's pajamas so sexy?"

Sakura blushed.

The only sleeping attire she owned were the ones she was wearing presently, and the less than modest ones she owned from her mission and those were uncomfortable. So she had donned a pair of pajamas from her younger days. Basically it was just a green tank top with a shurinken on the upper right, and a pair of green shorts that had the same little shurinken scattered across them. They were rather small because her nineteen year old self had a totally different proportioned body than her fifteen year old one, but they covered more than the other things she owned.

She was going shopping tomorrow no matter what.

"I was about to eat some ice cream, want some?" She asked, changing the subject.

"What kind?"

"Chocolate."

"Sure."

He followed her into the kitchen, and smirked and said, "Haven't you had anytime to go shopping?"

With a scowl she ordered him to go sit down on the couch and turn on the T.V. and he obliged. If she had to be in the kitchen, she had to be the only one there. Besides she didn't need his smart-ass comments.

Seconds later she appeared in the living room, carrying two wine glasses filled to the top with chocolate ice cream. She sat on the couch and handed him a glass. As she glanced at the T.V., a familiar face passed over the screen, and Sakura almost spit out the contents of her mouth in surprise. It was a re-run of the movie she and her teammates had seen together so long ago.

The snow princess flashed across the screen again.

"This brings back a lot of memories..." Sakura said wistfully.

Memories of Sasuke... of their whole team.

That brought to her attention the fact that she hadn't seen Naruto or Kakashi since she'd returned. She made a mental note to seek them out tomorrow.

They spent the rest of the night watching old re-runs and eating ice cream.

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Sakura awoke to find herself beneath her blankets in her own bed.

How had she gotten there?

She stumbled into the living room, relieved to find Genma still sleeping on the couch, although in a very humorous position. She stifled a laugh as she stepped back into her bedroom.

She'd give him an earful about this tomorrow, but it was all in good natured fun. He had enough to blackmail her on, she'd told him more than she had told Hinata and Ino about her life, and they were like her sisters. She'd told him practically everything about herself, even Itachi's impact on her life, without names or extreme details of course.

Then they had both fallen asleep afterthey had broken out the strawberry wine and polished off the whole thing.

She glanced at the clock. Five. Good, she'd have time to go shopping before she had to be at work.

Sighing, she undressed, and slipped on a pair of pants and left on the green tank top. There. That looked halfway decent.

She scribbled out a note telling Genma she'd gone shopping, and dropped it on top of the arm of the leather chair as she walked out the door. She couldn't help but let her gaze linger on him for a moment.

She found herself wondering if he slept like that when he stayed over at women's houses.

She chose to believe that he was just more relaxed around her.

Genma was an interesting man, and she looked forward to learning more about him.

A smirk was plastered across her face for the duration of the day, no doubt due to the position the jounin had been in as she left.

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Genma cracked his neck as he sat up on the couch. Spotting the piece of paper on the floor, he picked it up and smiled at what it said.

Genma,

I went to do some shopping. Feel free to stay if you like, there are a few eggs in the refrigerator, but I'm afraid that's all you'll find. Thanks for your company last night, I really did need it. I might stop by before I have to go to work at eight if I have time, but I probably won't. Just lock up when you leave.

-Sakura

Then, he paled as he read,

P.S. - I have to ask... Do you always sleep like that?


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