A/N: I thought that since you've all been so good, I'd send you a new update : D because I'm awesome like that. RIGHT? Of course I'm not the only awesome person here.. there is also my lovely editor, Unmei Destiny, who went and fixed my awful spelling (that I forgot to check before sending it to her : p) and my equally bad grammar. With out her... I'd look more stupid than I wish to look. Now.. I had written like fifty billions more chapters to this story... but I decided that there were some parts I loooved and some parts I liked.. and some parts I just thought I wasn't ready to put in. Buuuuuuuuuut... I'm going to retype them all.. and try and see if I can salvage the good and still make it work : D. Now in chapters to come you'll see Sasuke and Sakura's relationship start to go under pressure. There will be shopping, painting, a party, a ring, a dinner with high tension, doggy love, a wedding, and such.. well from what I've prewritten on my little "IDEAS" note pad.. which BTW... most of my ideas end up at the bottom of my school bag wondering why they were torn out of the notebook. They get depressed often... it's rather sad. Well.. there ya go.. a weird authors note...

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-chapter...oh sonofa...-

-'-Two weeks later-'-

"Soooo," Sakura started, looking at the run down building. "This is where it all begins?"

Sasuke nodded. She bit her lip in thought.

"It'll do," she stated, pulling a shovel out of the truck and slinging it over her shoulder. "So where do we start?"

Sasuke laughed at her." We have professionals hired to do that for us," Sasuke smiled, taking the shovel from her hands.

She pouted. "Sasuke! Please!!! A hammer and a hard-hat and you'll get your money's worth out of me!"

He smirked and leaned into her ear. "I was hoping we could take care of payments tonight, in my bed."

She turned red and slapped him. "I'm not a whore, Sasuke."

Absorbing the strike, Sasuke smirked again and folded his arms. "Fine, work in this place."

She smiled. "Really?"

He nodded. "Go ahead."

Sakura laughed and grabbed herself a hard hat and a tool box. All he really enjoyed about this whole thing was the fact that Sakura was in a tank top and overalls. Her hair was pulled back into two long ponytails. She looked utterly adorable. It made Sasuke sick.

"You've got it bad," Shikamaru sighed from beside Sasuke. "I really don't blame you, Sakura is very pretty."

Sasuke growled. "I don't have anything."

"It's obvious she has you wrapped around her finger," Shikamaru stated. "One face of hers and you're melted. God, you remind me of my father."

"Yeah, but Sakura is much sweeter then your mother," Naruto laughed.

Shikamaru glared. "That's my mother you're talking about, Uzumaki."

"Sorry," Naruto muttered. "So, Sasuke is 'friendly' with Miss Haruno then?"

Sasuke muttered under his breath and glared. "I'm not friendly with her."

"He's very friendly." Neji stated seriously. "In fact, he plans on asking for her hand."

Sasuke turned and glared at Neji, He literally looked like he could spit flames at the other young man. "Neji..."

"It's only fair they know," Neji stated, not helping Sasuke.

"Sasuke, you lucky dog, you! Nabbing Sakura like that!" Naruto cheered. "I'd kill to be in your shoes."

Neji glared at the excited blond.

"Ah, kidding, I love my Hinata-chan with all my heart and soul," he smiled. It was true Naruto could be a little thick, but he really loved Hinata. "You know, Sasuke, we should get Hinata-chan over here to dress all cute and hold a hammer."

Shikamaru rolled his eyes. "Naruto, you really have weird ways of getting your jollies."

"What? It's cute," Naruto smiled. "You know what, I think I'll go help Sakura, she seems to be having trouble knocking out that wall." He grabbed a hat and ran off.

Sasuke sighed. "Troublesome."

Shikamaru gave him a look and Sasuke shot a confused one back. Shikamaru folded his arms over his chest. "Steal my phrase, why don't you," he mumbled under his breath.

Sasuke watched as Sakura beat the shit out of an unsuspecting wall. Her smile shining brightly as she sent it another whack. Naruto was running up to her and laughing as well. Sasuke watched the two chattered whilst slamming hammers against the wall. Every time Naruto finished a sentence Sakura would laugh. Sasuke sighed and yawned. He wondered when the real contractor would be here, to do some real work. That's when it hit Sasuke, how did those two know which walls to break down and which ones not to? The answer: they didn't. Sasuke surveyed the area around Sakura and Naruto as he walked forward. He noticed the tale-tale signs of collapse every time they made an assault. Sasuke began to run instead of walk.

"Sakura!" He called.

She paused and smiled at him while Naruto beat the wall in.

"Hey Sasuke-kun," she waved.

He finally made it up to her, out of breath. "Sak-Sak-Sakura..." he finally managed through his laboured breath. "That wall has a support beam in it."

"Oh." Sakura stated. "Really?"

Sasuke nodded.

"You just want to get me to stop doing dirty work," she teased. "Them again, you might like it dirty. Who knows? Maybe you are so turned on by my sweat and dirt covered body that you wanna take me right here."

"Sakura..." Sasuke warned.

She stepped closer to him. "I kinda like it dirty." She stuck her tongue out at him.

He sighed. "Listen to me."

"Listen to me," she replied. "I know the ins and outs of construction. I worked in it for awhile."

"Is there anything you haven't done?" he asked, confused at how she could cram so many jobs in so little time.

She smiled. "You."

He rolled his eyes. She smiled even bigger. "You know you want it." She smirked before going back to the wall and beating a hole through it.

"No Fair, Sakura!!!" Naruto cried. She laughed loudly and clearly, and Sasuke remembered once again why he loved her so much.

"So," Sakura said, twirling her fork in her spaghetti. "I was thinking to make the new place warm. Ya' know?"

Sasuke nodded and pushed a few strands of spaghetti around on his plate. "Hn."

She smiled. "Lighten up, Sasuke, it's just a bunch of reds and yellows, and oranges, and browns. I mean black and white is too cold. Maybe an off white or two..."

Sasuke continued to push his food around in peace, pissing Sakura off.

"Jesus, Sasuke!" She pouted. "How is any of this supposed to work if I make dinner for you and you just push it around on your plate?!"

He looked up at Sakura and apologized with his eyes. "You just made it the way my mother used to. Extra tomatoes."

Sakura's smiled faltered. "Oh, Sorry."

"No, no," Sasuke tried to smile. "I like it this way."

"Then why aren't you eating?"

"Because, I'm tired," he stated.

She sighed. "Too bad, because after dinner I was planning on making mad tomato-sex to you."

"Tomato-sex?" Sasuke asked incredulously.

She nodded. "Kinky tomato-sex no less."

He was completely perplexed. "What the hell is that?" he said flatly.

"Why don't you find out?" she implied, shifting her eyebrows suggestively.

He rolled his eyes. "There is no such thing, is there?"

"No, but we could invent it," she smiled.

Sasuke rolled his eyes. Sakura stood up and walked over to the counter. She picked up a red tomato and tossed it at him. He caught it and looked at her as if she were growing a robot from her forehead.

"You can't be serious."

She laughed. "Of course I'm not, silly," she scoffed. "I don't plan on having any kinda sex with you 'till you put a ring on my finger."

He smirked. "You seriously need a ring to validate our current relationship status?"

"Yup!" She smiled. "Oh, and you need to meet my God father. Gosh, and my God mother. It's been ages since I've spoken to them. I think... nineteen years. Yeah, I haven't seen either since the funeral. Hmm."

"Hn, who's funeral?" Sasuke asked.

"Oh, my mother's," Sakura stated, shoving a mouthful of spaghetti into her mouth.

Sasuke stared at her for a moment. How could some one act so calm about their parent's funeral, as if it were no big deal? "So they'll want to approve of me in some ways."

"You know what?" she started. "I think I last saw them at Hana's funeral. Yeah, that was about thirteen years ago. Hmm."

"Sakura," Sasuke stated, getting her attention. "Are they going to want to approve?"

"Ah, nah," she smiled. "They'll probably just want to know you first, before we start dating and such."

"Hn," Sasuke stated. "Isn't that the same thing as approving?"

"No, because I'll marry you even if they advise against it," she smiled.

He couldn't help but feel a little more secure in their relationship at her comment.

"Of course, they won't let me marry you if there is no ring on my finger," she pushed.

He sighed. "You really want a ring, don't you?"

Sakura smiled. "You could buy it from a quarter-machine and I would be ecstatic."

He chuckled softly. "Be careful, I might just do that."

She smiled. "I should call them and set up a dinner date," Sakura stated, getting up. She picked up her plate and then gathered what was left, leaving only Sasuke's plate out. He looked at her. Sakura looked at him.

"If you want to marry me, you'll have to learn the concept of waste-not want-not. Now eat it or I won't give you any dessert." She winked at him and then began to wash the dishes.

"You know, the maid usually does that for me," Sasuke stated.

"I know," Sakura said with a smile, "but I thought I'd give her a break. Tonight is her fifth anniversary. I told her she could have it off and I'd handle things around here. She said she really needed the money so I told her she'd get paid for taking the day off."

Sasuke smiled a little bit. "You're too nice, Sakura."

"I know; we are such polar opposites," she laughed.

Sasuke stepped behind Sakura and wrapped his arms around her waist, placing his head on her shoulders. She smiled at the contact and continued doing dishes. Silently he slipped his nearly empty plate into the soapy dish water. This did not go unnoticed by Sakura. She turned around in his arms and kissed him. She reached behind her back and grabbed the handful of spaghetti that was left on the plate. She shoved her hand in his mouth.

"SAKURA!" Sasuke choked. She knocked him to the ground and shoved what was left in her hand into his face.

He spat it out. "What is this? Kinky left-over sex?"

She smiled.

"No, of course not," She laughed. "There still isn't a ring on my finger."