Lovely Disaster
Written by dryingtears

Chapter 2 – Start to Love Again

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor do I own the storyline. Technically, nothing belongs to me, but I'm adding some twists to the original plot. The original story can be found by going to Google and searching for "Cabucojuice", and the first link listed that says "Cabucojuice – What I Did For Love by Val" will direct you to the original story.

The moment Kin heard the door open and was sure it was me, I heard her screams.

"It took you long enough, you worthless fool!"

I rolled my eyes behind her back, but I made it through dinner fine, since Kin was too busy stuffing her fat stomach. When everyone was finished eating, my father left to go to bed, and Kin followed suite after giving me a glare. Like every other day of my life, I was left alone to clean the dishes and clean the house before getting my rest.

When I had finished, I noticed that the trash bin was full. Knowing that if I left it there overnight, the first thing to greet my weekend would be Mr. Bamboo Stick and Kin's smirking face; I didn't want to wake up to anything as ugly as Kin. So, I gathered up the bag, and went outside to throw away the trash. Right when I opened the door, I dropped the bag, my emerald eyes widened in surprise. It was the boy I had left in the alley.

"...I gave you all the money I had; what more do you want from me?" I quietly asked, careful to not wake my parents.

I saw him move to pick up the trash bag that fell out of my hands, but I fell the floor. I started gasping for air; it was another attack. I closed my eyes as I felt the powerful pain in my chest; I had no strength to get up and run for my respirator. I realized that this might be the end, realized there was no way that I would be able to get through this. My eyes began to close, and when I felt that I was finally letting go of the final string, my final lifeline, a gush of air filled my lungs. The boy was giving me mouth to mouth; he was saving me.

"Come on...breathe. Please, don't die on me. Please."

I felt more air fill my lungs, and all the pain went away in a few minutes. My eyes slowly opened, and I began to cough.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

After my coughing fit was over, I smiled at him, and nodded.

"Hai...thank you so much..."

The boy nodded in reply, and I gently sat up, rubbing the skin over my heart. That was one of the worst attacks I've had so far. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths, trying to soothe myself. I was always antsy and panicky after a bad attack.

As I began to rub my temples, I felt a hand touch mine. It was cold, but I felt warmth in it as well.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

I felt my face heat up at his touch, and nodded.

"Yes, I'm sure. I'm just a bit shaky after an attack. Really, I'm fine. Anyway, why are you here?"

The boy turned away, his hand still touching mine. I realized in the bright light that he was a handsome human being; his skin was a beautiful shade of pale, his eyes were an alluring onyx, and his hair was an amusing shape of a chicken butt. I watched on in curiosity when his hand left mine and dug into his pocket. When it emerged, I noticed the ten dollars in his hand.

"Eh? What's this?" I asked.

The boy blushed, and his onyx eyes bore into my emerald ones.

"I'm giving it back."

I shook my head, and pushed his hand towards his chest.

"No, please keep it. If you were going to rob me for it, you must need it."

I noticed a smirk grace his pale lips, and he closed his eyes, and outstretched his hand again.

"I don't take charity."

I stared at his outstretched hand, full of my money, still making no move to take it. I suppose he realized that I wouldn't take back my money, so he used his free hand to grab mine, and he gently placed the money in my palm, and closed my hand. Before I could react, he got up and began to leave.

"Wait, what's your name?" I asked.

He stopped walking away from me, and I could tell he was deciding on whether or not to trust me.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," I said.

His head turned so he would be able to see me, and I could see he was smiling. Not a smirk, but a smile. I was breathless; that was the most beautiful smile I had seen in my life.

"Before you go, please stay and eat. It's the least I can do for you..."

He completely turned to face me this time, and I could tell he was contemplating on eating or not. Just as he was about to say something, his stomach grumbled, and I began to softly giggle. I heard him sigh, and he shoved his hands in his pockets, his eyes closed and his head turned away from me.

"...Only because I haven't eaten in days..."

I nodded, and led him towards the kitchen. He took a seat on the pillow by the table, and I served him the leftover yakisoba. He devoured it in a few minutes. When he was finished, he had a satisfied smile on his face, and I couldn't help but return it.

"Thank you."

I glanced up from him as I began to clean his dishes, and I smiled.

"No problem."

I turned away, and head for the sink. I felt his eyes gaze at me while I was washing his dishes, and even though I knew that there was no reason to, my face had turned to a tomato red.

When I had finished with the dishes a few minutes later, I dried my hands, and turned around to face him. I noticed he was looking around closely, and I leaned against the counter before I decided to break the silence. But before I was able to speak, he looked at me and smiled.

"Uchiha Sasuke."

I looked at him confused, but then smiled when I realized what he had meant.

"Haruno Sakura."

I noticed him lightly blush, and felt my face heat up as well.

"Hey, Sakura...is your hair...naturally...pink?"

I giggled at his shyness.

"Hai, it is. How old are you, Sasuke-kun?"

Sasuke raised an eyebrow in surprise when he caught the suffix at the end of his name, but smiled nonetheless. It has been a while since someone had called him that.

"Fifteen. And yourself, Sakura?"

"Thirteen."

He nodded and closed his eyes.

"Why were you out in the streets, Sasuke-kun? You seem too young to be living on the streets. And the name Uchiha sounds familiar..."

"Things at home aren't what they used to be. My father is a pathetic excuse for a man, and my mother is in heaven."

My eyes widened.

He is just like me.

"I'm sorry," I managed to whisper.

He shook his head, and his eyes questioned me.

"My father is also like yours, but he remarried. My mother is also in heaven..."

I was surprised at myself; it wasn't everyday I was able to say that my mother was in heaven without crying or stuttering. His eyes slightly widened, and I noticed a small smile grace his lips.

"Do you have a place to stay? You can stay in my room for tonight if you don't," I asked.

His eyes noticeably widened this time, his mouth slightly open.

Did she...offer me a place to stay? Does she...care?

When no answer came out of him, I became worried. Had I offended him or hurt him? I walked to him, and lightly placed my hand on his forehead. I felt his face heat up, and I became increasingly worried.

"Do you have a fever, Sasuke-kun? Are you alright...?"

He gently removed my hand from his forehead, but never let go. His eyes seemed to have a new glint within them as they stared into my own, and his lips were graced with his most handsome smile.

"Hai...I'm fine, thank you."

I blushed, and I nodded.

"Well, Sasuke-kun, do you have a place to stay? If you say no, I'm going to be stuck awake the whole night...I'm afraid of the dark."

I gave him my best puppy eyes and cutest pout I could muster. I could see a small smirk play on his lips, and I inwardly smiled.

I win.

"Just for tonight, Sakura..."

I let the smile go loose on my face.

"Thank you."

Sasuke's POV

This girl, Sakura, made my heart skip a beat. Honestly, as I'm watching her make some finishing touches on her cleaning, my heart pumps faster and faster. She reminds me of Mother in so many ways, from her kindness to her gentle beauty.

She is the first person to actually care about me. She doesn't know I'm an heir to the richest company in all of Japan, but that doesn't matter now. She cares about me, and not my money. It made my heartache from the overload of all the love I was feeling.

For the first time since my mother died, I felt loved.

And I think love her too.

End Sasuke's POV – Back to Sakura's POV

I silently lead Sasuke to my room, where it was small but far away from my parents so they wouldn't be able to hear anything that went on in there. I let Sasuke have the bed, as I was feeling generous, but when I got onto the floor, I inwardly cursed.

I never knew my floor could be so cold.

I closed my eyes, but I felt him staring at me. Before I knew it, I felt like I was flying. I opened my emerald orbs, and saw that Sasuke had picked me up and carried me to the bed.

"Sasuke-kun, what are you doing?!" I asked, making sure my voice was still in a whisper.

The look he gave me made me feel amazing; it was so sincere, so full of emotion and seriousness.

"Do you trust me?"

I stared at him, and nodded with no hesitation.

"Your bed will fit the both of us."

Without letting me answer, he gently pushed me aside to the corner of my bed, and he got in. I sighed. I couldn't get out of it now.

Soon, he fell asleep, but I was still staring up at the darkness. Occasionally, I'd sneak a few glances at Sasuke, and every time, my heart warmed up. His face looked so serene; he looked like so innocent and cute. However, when I was just beginning to fall asleep, something weird happened. Sasuke's body did a complete 360, and he ended up kicking me. I was about to scream an "Ouch!" but I instantly covered my mouth with my hand to muffle the sound. When Sasuke had settled down again, he had a content look on his face. Then another weird thing happened. He turned and faced me, and hugged me tight. I could feel his light breathing on my neck.

His calm breathing eventually lulled me to sleep.

Sasuke-kun...you make me feel loved when nobody else is out there. Itm akes me feel so happy to know that we are like each other.

But guess what?

I'm falling for you.

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