I'm not really going to be able to write much since finals are coming up. Gotta study, especially for Spanish! :O

This chapter might be confusing as I switch perspectives quite a lot. I just want to explain somethings between Sasuke and Sakura, letting you see everyone's perspectives.

It was rumored that at the top of the building lived a monster, one locked up to never be seen. No one had ever seen it, heard it, nor even had evidence that it actually lived there. The only living proof was a large metal door locked with two locks and the faint and ghostly sound of desperate pleading, "...Please, save me."


Silently Lost

Obscure

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He was her entertainment. She would ask him things about the world outside her small cage, outside of this jail, and he would tell her. He would tell her about the things outside, the things he hated; however, everything he hated, she seemed to love.

When they had downtime, Sasuke would sleep and Sakura would quietly sit next to him, her eyes fixed on the pages of books or his sleeping form.

She liked his sleeping face. He looked peaceful, happy, serene. The opposite of his impassive expression that often stared blankly at her. She especially liked his eyes; they were the only part of him that allowed her to see his true feelings, it allowed her to see what he enjoyed or hated.

And his hair. She really liked his hair, his spiky yet soft hair. Of course, he had never actually let her touch it, but when he slept she would sit quietly and brush a few of his locks away from his face. And of course, he would wake up, angry at her too-familiar actions. but she didn't care, he was here, living, breathing.

Alive.

Their days weren't too exciting. Naruto would come from time to time, telling her that next time he would bring his fiance. But that wasn't possible. There were already too many people involved with her. Sure— she liked interacting with them, but she would ask for no more. Sasuke and Naruto were already enough for her. She would ask for no more.

Ever since Sasuke had come, the fakers (the men in the white suits) didn't come. They hadn't come for several weeks now, and it concerned her. What was that Doctor-sama planning? What was Fugaku planning? What would become of her?

And then the day came, the day that she became too tired to stand up, too tired to laugh, too tired to act. But nevertheless, she got out of bed and changed out of her nightgown and into a dress which she thoughtlessly grabbed from her closet. Her cat rubbed its flank on her shin, and she looked down at it emotionlessly, "Don't try and persuade me. I won't take that medicine even if Doctor-sama comes," and she walked into the common room, sitting down on the floor to look as normal as possible for Sasuke who was soon to come.

The cat meowed and stared at her, almost as if it were pleading. "No, I won't." Sakura moaned out. "I won't."

And that was the end of their discussion.

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Sasuke was welcomed by silence, which he thought was weird. Sakura would always lay down on the ground near the door and greet him with a smile, but she wasn't anywhere near the entrance. He walked around and found her laying on the kitchen tiles, her cat rubbing the girl's head. "Hey," he started.

No answer.

"Sakura." He tried again.

Her eyes opened slowly, her green orbs moved slowly, almost painfully, to look at him. "Ah..." she mumbled, then closed her eyes again.

And that was then he realized something was definitely wrong. He leaned down and put a hand on her forehead; the cat sneaked around his arm and rubbed it. "Not feeling well?"

He could hear her raspy breathing, slow and stagnant. She just continued to lay there, not a muscle in her thin body moved. He called her name again. "Sakura."

No answer.

He hated to admit it, but he was starting to panic. What if she was sick? How would he treat her? What even happened? How would he even treat a sick person? So he did the most reasonable thing he could do in his state of panic, phone someone who was experienced with taking care of people.

He called Hinata, the only person who was able to successfully take care of Naruto, the idiot, correctly.

"Hello?" Her calm and quiet voice reached his ear from the other side of the device. He wanted to ask, Hello, this is Sasuke, but you probably already know that by the caller id. Long story short, how do I treat a sick person?

But he chopped off a whole twenty words and only managed out the last two words which were, "Sick person."

"E-eh?"

"Treatment." He spilled out again. "Treatment for a sick person."

"Ah, are you taking care of a family member?"

"No."

"Ah," She paused for a moment, then laughed. "Is it that girl that Naruto-kun told me about? Is she sick?"

"Hn."

"Ja..., why don't you make her her favorite food? That makes Naruto-kun feel better when he gets sick."

A moment of Shiiiiiiit flew by him. For the love of everything that was holy, he didn't even know what kinds of foods she liked. How was he supposed to prepare food for her? Wait- how would she even eat in the state that she was in?

"Unconscious." He responded lately.

He heard her pensive mumbles, then said, "Too tired to eat? Hmm, then it'd be best to let her rest. Maybe she'll wake up later and you can ask her what kind of food she likes." The woman laughed after her words.

He said his goodbyes, then stared pensively at the young woman still on the cold tile floor. He picked her up and carried her out the kitchen. The girl groaned, mumbling slightly before becoming silent again. He walked down the hall with the girl in hand and the cat following behind. He set her down on the soft sheets of her bed and tucked her underneath. He placed a hand on her forehead, and was surprised when he felt warm dampness from her skin.

She was burning.

He rushed into the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth. Then he dampened it in cold water and wrung out the cloth. Rushing back into her room, he folded the damp cloth and placed it delicately on her forehead. This was probably the only thing he would do for her, and it made him feel useless.

He called his mother and informed her of Sakura's sickness, and she told him to just watch over her.

And that's what he did, all he could do was wait until she woke up.

And she did.

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When Sakura opened her eyes, her vision was hazy, her eyes unfocused. She blinked a couple of times before her vision actually cleared. She looked around the room and saw Sasuke sitting on the floor next to her, the back of his head was all she could see. She could make out the light sounds of paper rustling and inferred that he was reading. She turned her head, only to feel a cloth slide down her forehead, one that she didn't know was there before until now.

She then inferred that Sasuke had put it there. The thought of him taking care of her made her heart swell, a feeling of incredible happiness swept over her. She could feel the corners of her lips twitch up into a smile.

She hazily saw him turn around and reach for the cloth covering her eyes. It didn't seem like he was aware of her consciousness. He moved the cloth back on her forehead and a look of surprise flashed through his dark orbs. He sighed and sat down again. "Feeling better?"

She opened her mouth to speak, but only a raspy breath managed to escape her lips. She tried again and stuttered out, "When did you get here?"

"Just a little while ago." He shrugged.

She looked at the clock on her desk and noticed that it was already five o'clock. She smiled at his lie. "Ah, sorry for the inconvenience."

"Take better care of yourself." He said and turned back to his reading, her cat jumped into his lap and Sasuke continued his reading. "Sleep."

She started at the hair at the nape of his neck, her eyes half closed. "Sasuke,"

"Hn."

"Have you ever heard of the story The Clay Boy?" She asked, an arm covering her eyes.

He felt a little better after hearing her start her usual literature rambles; he closed his book and listened tentatively. The cat curled up in his lap, the gentle rise of its body let him know it was taking a nap in the warm sun's rays. "No." He answered.

Sakura continued her literature rambling. "It's a popular folk tale in many countries in Southeastern Europe as well as in Russia. There are many variations of this as well. The story itself starts off with an elderly couple who live alone together on a mountain. They make a boy out of clay due to the loneliness of having no children. They put the clay boy into the hearth and suddenly, as if blessed by a miracle, the clay boy comes to life." He looks over his shoulder and sees her smile. "The couple feels blessed, having a miracle such as this come to them made them so happy, as they were never able to have children. They treated the boy as their own child, feeding him, playing with him, learning with him. It was as if he was actually born their son."

Her smile straightens and a frown sets on her face. "But, of course, if something seems too good to be true, then it probably is." He is surprised to hear her sniffling. "The boy suddenly becomes strange. He grows far to quickly and eats all of the elderly couple's food, destroys their house, and eventually eats his parents; the people who created him."

Sasuke turns around and sees tears streaming down the side of her face, dropping onto the pillow beneath her head. Her arm still covered her eyes. "He goes on a rampage in the town below the mountain and kills many people, but all is well because a quick-thinking goat comes by and destroys the now stone golem boy. And the story ends."

Sasuke stared at the girl, laying in her bed with tears flowing down her face like a waterfall. He lifted her arm up and saw her scrunched eyebrows. "I told you to rest, not cry."

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with what he interpreted as fear. "If everyone sees reality differently from each other, is there really any differentiation between a fantasy and reality?"

Sakura was acting weird. She never got this emotional about a piece of literature before, not even when she told him about Never Let me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro. She just laid there, tears continuously falling from her eyes. "What's wrong?" He asked.

A smile splits onto her face, her tears still falling. "It's nothing. Thank you for everything today."

"I haven't done anything." He muttered and her crying increased. "Stop crying. It's annoying."

But she didn't stop, and that really started to bother him. She pulled the covers over her head and hid her face away from him. "Sorry, I won't do it again. Forgive me."

And they spent the rest of the day like this; Sakura just tried to muffle her cries with the sheets, and Sasuke sat on the side of her bed, quietly watching the quivering form underneath the bed sheets. He didn't know how to comfort her, and he didn't try to. She probably just wanted to release the pent up frustration by crying. There was nothing wrong with crying, it just disturbed him a little. She was always cheerful, so seeing her cry so heavily was a huge surprise, hell— he didn't even know why she was crying. That was even more confusing.

He felt if he tried to comfort her, she would only cry harder, something he did not want to happen.

So they stayed there, perfectly so.

And the day ended with Sasuke leaving her and Sakura saying a muffled "goodbye."

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The next day, Sasuke got a call from his mother, telling him not to visit Sakura for a few days. She was getting checked up by a doctor as she had been skipping her check-ups that were routinely done by the men who wore white suits pretending to kill pests. Sasuke hadn't even thought those men to be doctors. Maybe Sakura was there as a patient, but if so, then why didn't they just get her admitted to a hospital?

For three days, Sasuke was not to go to work, so he sat around reading and well— doing nothing.

He hated to admit it, but for three days he was extremely bored. he had never really noticed before, but Sakura made his boring routinely days more interesting. Everyday with her was somewhat rudimentary, but she would always find a way to make it more interesting whether it be by telling him interesting stories or making delicious food.

Did he miss her?

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Sakura got a call the day after she had gotten sick, and she stumbled out of bed to go into the hallway and open the closet, which she left the phone in. She had no real use of using it, so she left it in a place out of sight from her curiosity. Many times before Sasuke had come, she had wanted to just press random numbers and hear the other side talk to her. But that wasn't allowed, it was against the rules. So she left it there. The only times she ever got calls were when Doctor-sama called.

And she called today.

She let the phone ring several times before hesitantly putting the device to her ear.

"Hell-" She started.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, WASTING MY PRECIOUS TIME YOU DAMN BRAT!" A woman on the other line yelled. Sakura winced and pulled the phone away from her ear before answering.

"Ahaha," she laughed, "Sorry Doctor-sama-"

"That's Tsunade-sama to you!" The woman replied harshly, cutting her off once again.

Sakura laughed and twirled the phone cord with her finger. "I've been a good girl! I'm not taking medicine from strangers-"

"Don't get all smart-alec with me young lady! SHIZUNE-" She called to another woman in the background, " GET READY TO GO!"

"Wait-" Sakura started to panic. "Are you coming here?"

"Since you won't obey orders, yes."

"Ah, sorry! Sorry! Sorry! I will take the medicine the next time they come! I promise!" She pleaded.

The woman on the other line laughed and said, "They quit. This was brought on by your bad behavior young lady. I'm only doing what you made me do."

"I-" Sakura started but then realized that she was right, she couldn't come up with an excuse because everything she said was true. She was acting like a brat. "Yes..."

"Good, now stay in bed until we come. If you don't obey, you'd better be prepared for when we get there then, 'cuz it's not gonna be pretty." She hissed across the phone and Sakura inwardly whimpered.

She hung up and ran back into her room and under the bed sheets. Doctor-sama was already angry. Sakura didn't want to get into anymore trouble then she was already in. She laid quietly in bed with her cat and waited for them to come.

Not even twenty minutes passed before they came. She heard the click of the door and then a slam, meaning Doctor-sama was reeeeeally angry.

She saw her stomp into the room, and Sakura hid half of her face behind the bed sheets. She looked up cautiously and greeted the two women. "Hello Tsunade-sama and Shizune-san..."

"You brat." The blonde woman grumbled, then opened her black bag and took out her stethoscope. "Get up and take off your nightgown."

Sakura did as she was told, and quickly at that. The blonde woman put the end of the stethoscope on Sakura's chest and told her to breathe slowly. They went through the whole check-up and Tsunade was the first to talk. "You must feel like shit."

Sakura laughed and put on the silk gown again as the check-up was done. "Cussing is bad, Tsunade-sama."

"Shut up." She replied and put her equipment back into the black bag. "Does that boy know?"

Sakura deduced that she was talking about Sasuke. "Sasuke's not a boy." Sakura laughed and sat down on the bed again, her cat curling up in her lap. She slyly smirked, a grin curling at her lips. "I don't even know what you're talking about."

"You smart ass," Tsunade groaned and rubbed her temples. She took out a small prescription bottle from her coat pocket and handed it to the younger girl. "Here, take this twice a day. Once in the morning and the second in the night right after eating. You can't refuse, or I'll drag you back to the institute."

Sakura glared at the other woman. "I'm fine without it. I don't need drugs to keep me healthy. I'm fi-" Sakura coughed. She didn't cough for a short amount of time either. She was surprised by how long it lasted, and was even more surprised when the taste of iron hit her tongue. She looked at her palms and saw the thick scarlet liquid drip from her fingers. Fear sparked through her eyes.

Tsunade sighed and took out a cloth to wipe the young girl's mess. "That's why I told you to take the medicine. Are you trying to kill yourself?" She said while wiping the young girls mouth.

Sakura frowned and looked away, adverting her eyes away from the two women. "Why does it even matter. Why should I live when my life is a living hell."

"Because," the blonde woman began, putting the cloth back into her bag. "that's what it means to be human."

Shizune smiled and patted the girl's back. "I'll get you a glass of water."

Shizune went out of the room and left Sakura and Tsunade alone. They stayed together in silence. When Shizune returned again, Sakura took the glass and hesitantly took the small white tablet into her mouth and swallowed. She drank the water and glared at the cup in her hands afterwards.

Tsunade crossed her arms and stared at the frustrated girl. "I'm moving you to another place."

"Why-" Sakura stared up at the woman, an impassive expression on her face. And then she realized, an angry smirk in place on her lips. "Ah, is it because of Sasuke?"

"Partly." She answered bluntly.

Sakura chuckled. Then the chuckles turned into laughter, blown out hysterical laughter. "So then, I can no longer see him anymore? Ah! This was your plan all along?"

"I'm not sure yet. He already knows too much." Tsunade said and leaned against the wall. "If I can find a way to put him to use, then I'll use him, but until then," She glared at the young girl who was glared back at her. "you will listen to everything I tell you to do. If you're good, I might reward you for your obedience."

"Go ahead and throw him away." Sakura laughed, the angry glint in her eyes now gone. "After all, what would I expect from you Tsunade-sama? Once you get bored of something, you throw it away. Aren't I right?" She smiled and crossed her legs on the bed. "Fine then, I guess that image was just a hoax."

This caught Tsunade's attention. "What did you see?"

Sakura smiled and looked down at the floor, at the boards, at the wood marks. "A glimmer of the end of this long, drawn out game."

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Three days passed and Sasuke finally got to go back to work. He walked out of his large estate and into his car to work. During his vacation, he had accumulated a small collection of books to bring to her. After all, she loved it when he brought her books.

On his way to her place, he bumped into two unfamiliar woman, a blonde and a black haired woman. The two were carrying black bags for what looked like medical equipment. Maybe they were the one's that took care of Sakura.

He walked passed them but the blonde woman stopped him. She looked at him, then scoffed. "You're the kid?"

He raised a brow. "And I presume you are the one's that took care of her?" He didn't say Sakura for fear of them not actually being the doctors.

The blonde woman raised a brow and stared back at him. Then she smiled and gestured to the elevator. "Please, go see her, Sasuke."

And with that, the two woman left. He stared at their retreating backs and walked to the elevator. When he reached her place, he opened the door and was relieved when he saw her laying down on the floor, a book covering her face. "What are you doing?"

She lifted the book off her face and smiled, a smile so radiant that he had forgotten how bright it actually was. "Sasuke!"

He sat down next to her and dropped the books by her head. She huffed excitedly and flipped onto her belly to flip through the books. "Feeling better?"

She paused and stopped flipping through the pages. "Ah," She began, but then continued to flip through the pages as if nothing was ever wrong. "Un! I just had a cold. I'm fine now though," She got up and pointed to herself. "See? Perfectly O-kay!" She made an 'O' with her fingers and twirled around, the ruffles on her dress spinning.

He scoffed and a smirk tugged at his lips. "Good."

She stopped spinning and stared at the ground, a smile still on her lips. "Do you want to eat anything?"

Her smirked as he saw her twiddling with her fingers. She did that whenever she was really happy. "Are you going to make disgusting food for me?"

"Ah!" She panicked and sat down in front of him. "Is my food disgusting?" He pat her head and said nothing. She pouted and clenched her fists, a frown now on her face. "Fine then, I won't cook for you anymore!"

He inwardly laughed and continued to pat her head in a slow, rhythmic pace. The two just sat there, sitting in silence. A long time passed with the two just sitting there, looking at each other. He stared at her large green orbs, and she stared at his, dark, deep, and mesmerizing. Things were finally back to normal; he was here, sitting with her, quietly, not thinking about anything, not worrying about anything. As if they had no care in the world.

She was the first to move, leaning up slightly to wrap her arms around his neck, pulling herself to him. She moved her knees to either side of his thighs. Surprised, he just sat and watched what she would do next.

But she did nothing, she just stayed like that, holding tightly onto him, her breathing chest moving against his. He looked at the girl attached to him. "Sakura?"

"Sorry," She mumbled into his hair. "I won't invade your space for too long. Just for a little while longer. A little longer..." Her voice trailed off and she started to quiver.

Light sniffling came from her shaking form. She was crying again. "Since when were you such a cry baby." He questioned and stroked the back of her head.

"Sorry. Sorry. Sorry..." She mumbled and held onto him tighter.

That was when he realized what she was going through. He was the only person she could vent her frustration, he sadness, her happiness, her anger, and confusion— all of her emotions. He was the only person whom she really had contact with. Despite being so energetic and happy all the time, this girl was actually an emotionless wreck. She was confused, scared, angry, happy.

This was who Sakura really was. An immature girl, one that cried a lot, and one that loved a lot.

And he hated everything that made her like this.

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Sakura got a call in the middle of the night from Tsunade later that week. Sasuke had let her calm down and approach her problems clearly now. She was no longer blaming herself or Tsunade. There was no one to blame.

"Good girl." Tsunade started. She heard her laugh from on the other side of the line. "Shall I reward you?"

"I don't want to move Tsunade-sama." Sakura choked out, a tear almost threatening to fall from her eyes. "I like being here, this place that's made me who I am now. I don't want to move."

The woman on the other line was silent, but then a laugh came from her. "You don't have a choice."

Sakura bit her lip, so hard that a trail of liquid red flowed down her chin. "Please." She pleaded.

"To praise you for finding a meaning for living, I'll kindly grant a wish to make my dear Sakura happy." She laughed and Sakura widened her eyes in confusion. "I'll set up your move in a few days. Look forward to you're new home."

"Tsuna-" The phone line cut and Sakura slumped to the ground. She held the device in her hands and let the tears from her eyes flow.

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"Aren't you being cruel, Tsunade-sama?" Shizune asked, a tray of tea in her hands.

Shizune placed the cup before the blonde woman and stepped back slightly. Tsunade took a sip and smiled. "I'm rewarding her. How am I being cruel?"

"Why can't she just stay in that condo?" Shizune asked, her eyes fixed on her master. "I don't see the harm in her staying there."

Tsunade leaned back into her chair and stretched her arms, a yawn escaping her lips. "We were careful in looking after her health, but Sakura was still able to get sick. It's not her fault though."

"Pardon?" Shizune asked.

The blonde woman yawned again, her temper starting to build up. "Don't tell me you didn't notice when we visited her... Anyway, even if she is on the 58th floor, the pollution from below still carries up to her condo. The windows are usually open in the summer. Of course, not a lot of pollution actually travels upward, but as time passes, the pollution builds up and the air carries into her condo. Her lungs are already weak as it is. Moving her to a place with less pollution would benefit her, got it?"

"Oh," Shizune laughed and walked into the other room. "Where are you going to move her then?"

"A certain man has a large house in the suburbs of Konoha. I want to move her there."

"An acquaintance of your's, Ma'am?" Shizune questioned.

"No, an acquaintance of Sakura."

Shizune smiled, a hand on her cup. "You act like you like torturing that poor girl, but you actually deeply care for her, don't you?"

The blonde woman laughed and drained the rest of the tea in her cup. "Another cup."

The ebony haired woman smiled and poured her another cup of tea. "But that boy Sasuke, how are you going to get him to agree with your decision?"

"His mother will persuade him for me." She smiled and drained another cup. "He's always been like that— can never go against his mother's wishes. What a good kid, ah, unlike our disobedient brat."

Shizune smiled. "Cut her some slack, she's trying her best to get accustomed to life."

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The next week, Sasuke walked into Sakura's place and noticed a bunch of boxes, probably filled with books. He looked around the expanse and found Sakura sleeping on the floor in the library, a bunch of books still unpacked. He poked her cheek and then tugged at it when she refused to wake up. "Get up, you still have to pack."

She opened her eyes and smiled. "Ah, when did you get here?"

"Just now." He started. He glanced around the mess and started to grab the books. "Hurry up, or we won't even finish by today."

She smiled and got up, grabbing the books and placing them into the boxes. "Sorry, you have to help me pack."

He ruffled her hair and grabbed three of the boxes. "Just finish packing, I'll carry these down."

She nodded and he walked out the door and into the elevator. His mother had called the other day and told him that Sakura was moving. He was to help her pack and drive her to her new home. He wasn't quite sure where yet, but his mother would call again later when she got more details.

Sakura didn't have much luggage. The only luggage she had were books, sure— she had some boxes of clothes, but other than that, there was nothing but books. They were told to keep all of the kitchen supplies and groceries inside in the condo as someone would come and clean it up later. The floor would get renovated and created into a new office room, his office room. Once she left, the floor would be empty, and the memories of their time together there would be locked up forever.

When they finished moving all of the boxes, Sasuke brought her out the room and she was extremely excited. She walked by everyone she passed and said a friendly "Hello!" Her cat laid in her arms as the three of them walked into the parking lot and to his car.

She gawked at his car. "Wow! So this is a car?" She ran around the vehicle and touched the smooth back surface. "I always see them from the condo, but I've never had a clear image of it before. Can I get in?" She turned to look at him, a glint of curiosity in her eyes.

"How else are we going to get to your new home?" He smirked and unlocked the door for her to get in. He opened the door for her and she hopped in, and squealed when she sat down on the leather seat.

"It's soft!" She laughed and kicked her feet lightly. "Sasuke-"

He leaned down and propped an arm on the door, looking her straight into the eyes. "Hush."

She zipped her lips and sat quietly. He pulled the seat belt and clicked it into place for her. She "ooo"-ed at the device. He walked around to the driver's seat and got inside. They sat and waited for his mother's call, meanwhile, Sakura started to mess around with the things in his car, which wasn't really much, but to her it was magical.

She pointed to the mirrors in the car. "What are those for?"

"This one," He pointed to the mirror between them, "Is the rear-view mirror. It's so I can back out. And those," He pointed to the mirrors on the outside. "Are also rear-view mirrors. It allows me to see cars from behind me. That's how I switch lanes."

"Ah..." She said and leaned back into her seat. She fiddled with the seat belt and the radio.

Then he got a call from his mother, and he answered it, kind of sad that their time was coming to an end.

"Ah, Sasuke-kun. Will you drive Sakura to your estate?"

Sasuke was confused, he scratched his head for a second. "Have they not determined her new home yet?"

His mother was silent for a second before she laughed. "But dear," She started. "That is her new home."

He spun around to look at the girl next to him, still fiddling with her seat belt. "Excuse me?"

"You're house is in an area with no one else. Sakura's very sickly, so the fresh air there is good for her. Don't tell me you don't want to take her in even though you two are so close now?"

Sasuke rubbed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair. Sakura patted his shoulder, trying to comfort him from a subject which she had no idea about. "A man living with a woman. Are you sure about this?"

"Why of course! Sakura isn't like those other woman Sasuke. Sakura's so innocent, there's no way she would try and jump you!"

"I'm talking about it being the other way around, mother." He hissed and tried to calm himself. Sakura continued to look at him with profound confusion.

His mother laughed. "Since when have I raised such a son with no self resistance? I have perfect faith in my dear son."

That's great mother, but I don't think I have enough mental strength to deal with my hormones. He wanted to tell her, but didn't as he couldn't argue with her.

"What's wrong?" Sakura said, her head tilted in confusion.

He stared at her and put his head on the steering wheel. "Your the problem."

She only wrinkled her eyes brows in confusion and pat his back, stroking it soothingly. He stiffened at her actions and pulled her hand off of his back. She stared back, confusion filling her eyes even more before she tilted her head again. "This is exactly what I'm talking about." He mumbled and sighed, letting her pat his head innocently.

He had no problem with Sakura living with him, but her actions were usually childish and innocent. The things she did had no bad intentions, but from another person's perspective that didn't know about her personality, they'd think she was tempting them.

Because she was just so innocent.

"I'm going to hell." He mumbled and she continued to pat his head.

"Cheer up! I'm sure you'll live life to its fullest before you can sink any deeper!"

"That doesn't make me feel better." He said and turned his head to look at her. She only smiled and lifted up her cat.

"Look," she said pointing to the cat. "he doesn't want you to be so down either. I know you'll miss us, but it'll be okay." She said and smiled.

He sighed and turned on the car's engine. "I won't miss you at all."

She stared at him in disbelief. "You're too cruel Sasuke!"

He closed his eyes and said silently to himself. "Life is testing my hormones..."

"Did you say something?" She asked, her hands wrapped around her cat.

"No," He said and smiled to himself. "Nothing at all."

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I hoped you liked it! I might have progressed this chapter a little too quickly, but sorry. My bad. :\

Your thoughts are very much appreciated!

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