A/N- What's this?! An update!? OMG! Yeah sorry for this EXTREMELY late update but here it finally is: Chapter 7. Summer is coming soon so I hope to be getting you guys a steady stream of updates. Anyways thanks for your patience and I hope to get you another update soon! :D

The commotion in the hall died down as the girls got bored and left. I sat down at the computer and rested my chin on my hands. Why was this so hard? I knew nobody knew my secret, but I couldn't help but think about the "what ifs". What if one of them found out? What if they told? What if I got kicked out?

I shook my head. Those were silly questions, and I needn't bother myself with them. I was there to get a good education, a fresh start. This school was the only place where I could actually make friends, a sanctuary where no one knew the disgrace of the Uzumaki name. That thought eased my trouble and I turned on the computer.

I didn't exactly know what I was doing, but I found myself going straight to Google. Once there, I couldn't help but type in Sasuke Uchiha. I got over four-thousand hits, so I decided to go with number one. I moved the pointer over the blue link and clicked, turning it a nice purple as the very slow computer processed my request. After about two long minutes a page popped up. It was a magazine article, and sure enough, right on the screen, was a picture of the ivory-skinned, ebony-haired boy I had grown fond of.

My eyes roamed the page and stopped at the big bold heading:

MASTER FLOURIST, SASUKE UCHIHA, TAKES HOME GOLD FOR HIS INCREDIBLE ROSES.

That really sparked my interest, so I read the article out loud.

"Sasuke Uchiha, 17, is the youngest person ever to win the National Florist Competition. No one could ever hold a candle to this young man's superiority with a watering pail. 'It wasn't extremely hard. I just paid attention to the amount of rain and sun my flowers received. Plus, this year had the perfect balance of rain and shine,' Sasuke told Flower Mag Weekly. His roses were the most perfect shade of red, deep like crimson, but not too dark. The young Uchiha is a remarkable find in the plant industry and everyone certainly hopes to see more works of environmental art from him," I read. Wow. I had no idea Sasuke was kind of famous. That would explain why he was always out with those roses. He needed to make sure they could grow properly.

I signed off the internet and turned the computer off. I wasn't exactly sure why I actually searched that in the first place, but I was sort of glad I did. Now I knew one of Sasuke's secrets. Well, it couldn't really count as a secret if it was on the internet, but it was something he didn't tell me. I didn't blame him. I mean, we'd only known each other for a few days after all, and telling your girlfriend (technically boyfriend), if that's what you could call me, (if we're even that yet) that you're a professional florist could unnerve some people. I actually found it quite interesting.

I laid on my bed and stared at the ceiling, it was a beautiful stone texture, odd for a ceiling though. I sighed and glanced at the clock. It was six am. That would give me enough time to shower and get that homework I didn't feel like doing yesterday done.

I sat up and dug through my bag for my bathroom stuff; toothbrush, shampoo, conditioner, towel, etc. I grabbed it and headed into the pale little bathroom next the computer.

I stripped off my school uniform and stepped into a steaming hot shower, it felt so good. The fog invaded the bathroom and kept warm as I showered. I cleared the little mirror in the shower and looked at my face; girly and tan. The cover-up, yes cover-up, I had on my cheeks washed away, exposing six whisker-like scars. I carefully touched my fingers to them, examining the cuts, that were just a few among my many scars.

I remembered the day it happened.

That day it was just a normal day. The sun was out, my mother was smiling at me from the porch, daintily sipping iced-tea. I was chasing the neighbor's puppy, Akamaru, around the front yard. My mother agreed to watch him while the neighbors were out of town, and I was enjoying every minute of it. Akamaru was on my lap, licking my six-year-old face, when my dad pulled in from work. He greeted me with a hug and a lollipop, and my mother with a tender kiss on the cheek. She smiled and took his suitcase, and followed him into the house. I picked up the little puppy and trudged inside, not wanting to be alone, and heard them arguing in the kitchen.

"Why is there blood on your shirt dear?" My mother started. "Were you attacked my that horrible murderer on the loose? You call the police!" Her voice was worried as her gaze shifted to me.

"No, no. I wasn't attacked, Kushina." His normally cheerful smile turning grim. "But I know who the killer is."

My loving mother looked alarmed. "Call the police, Minato! It isn't safe for our little Naru-chan!" Her voice shook.

My dad shook his head. "I would never harm our little boy, Kushina. You know that. No matter how angry I get." He suddenly grasped my mom's wrists and she yelped in pain.

He voice came out little more than a whisper, "Minato, you-" Her sentence would never be finished. I stood there paralyzed with fear and confusion as crimson liquid spilled from her throat.

My dad looked at me with sad eyes. "I'm sorry Naruto, please forget what you just saw. And never tell a soul, or you'll be next." He flung two forks at me and they grazed my face, leaving bleeding whiskers on both cheeks.

He suddenly grabbed me into a tight embrace, and told me to back my bags. I was still confused, but I complied. And so started my endless life of playing cat and mouse.

I gulped as I realized I was holding my breath, and then jumped at the sudden cold rush of water. I hadn't really noticed how long I had been standing there. I decided to get out before I was reduced to a prune.

***

I followed Hinata, Sakura, and Ino to the cafeteria. The blonde and the pink were arguing about something about clothes, and Hinata was busy scrolling through music on her iPod Touch to really pay much attention. I kept my eyes low, avoiding eye contact with the other girls.

"Hey, Naruto-chan," Hinata said, bringing me back to Earth. "You seem a bit...off." Her naturally concerned eyes meeting mine.

I shrugged. "Eh, just thinking." She nodded and went back to her music.

I glanced around the room the room for any signs of Sasuke, he was probably out with his roses or something...oof! I slammed right into someone, who was obviously bigger than me.

"Hey, watch where you're going!" A smooth male voice yelled as he turned around.

"Teme!" My eyes lit up and I fought throwing my arms around him. His beautiful charcoal eyes stared at me.

"Hey, you look awful, dobe." He said, ruffling my hair.

I glared up and my Sasuke and snorted. "Thanks. Everyone just loves hearing that!" I replied sarcastically. "Oh by the way teme, you never mentioned that you were a florist." I reached up and poked his shoulder.

He looked away and sort of blushed. It was fun to see him flustered! "Well..yeah...I am."

He regained his composure and smirked. "I bet you can't even spell flower, dobe!"

I frowned. "Yes I can, teme! F-L-O-W-U-R. Flower." I suddenly put my finger up as Sasuke chuckled, a low, lovely sound. "I meant E-R. F-L-O-W-E-R." I hit my forehead, Why was I such an idiot?

He placed a pale hand on my shoulder and pulled me close, much to the fan-girl's around me surprise, and whispered in my ear, his voice caressing my ear, "It doesn't matter if you're a stupid dobe. You're my stupid dobe."

How did I suddenly become his property? I would never know that one.

I looked at him and failed miserably trying to raise a golden eyebrow, which brought another chuckle from Sasuke. I flicked his forehead and smiled, titling my head to the side.

"Then prove it, Sasuke-teme." I teases, attempting to escape his grasp.

To my surprise, he grabbed my chin, and pressed his lips to mine. Right smack dab in the middle of the dang cafeteria, with everyone watching, he kissed me. I resisted the urge to melt into his warm, tender kiss, but failed. I received his approach with a gasp, and he took the opportunity to seize control, and deepened the kiss. He pulled back and turned away, as if to say that he done, and nonchalantly left the room.

I stood there, fingers to my lips, heart thumping wildly in my chest, and tried to capture those last ten seconds of heaven in my mind forever.

And then, the bell rang.

A/N- It's a little short. I'll try to make the next chapter longer. But please review and tell me what you think. I'll try to update soon!