Baka.

Am I really that stupid?

I awoke looking at an unfamiliar ceiling, miniscule patterns catching my eyes attention while I pondered on my earlier actions.

Kami-sama, I needed to start doing that.

Thinking. Responsibly, as well.

The bed was cold from lack of body heat, which was noticeable without any type of movement. It was in fact, a Sunday, meaning he was probably working at school while all the rambunctious teens lollygagged and procrastinated on their homework until the hour of the evening.

My eyelids lowered as I shivered. I probably should check what time it is.

"Chikusho!"

1:54?!

I need to get out of here. Now.

I would hate to be caught in the same situation as I did the last time I had lingered here too long; Kakashi had not come home alone, but with "company." Having to sneak out while not being caught during their foreplay was hard enough, especially while not to let go of the hold on my emotions.

I lifted my back from the bed holding the sheet to my bare chest, while I searched in vain for my clothes.

"Now where the hell did that baka put-"

Oh. Well that's a first, Sensei.

I grabbed my folded shirt from the stack at the corner of the maroon bed first, slipping on the sleeves with slight haste but casualness.

I grabbed a kudamono from his fridge on my way out, remembering to grab my bag and lock the door with the kagi hidden on the ledge over the entrance.

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I spun the ring on my finger as I headed off the kakueki-teisha and to the apartment building of the Uchihas. This was a richer side of town, a place I've been to plenty of times, but I wasn't familiar with the wealthy stores and such. I usually came here for Hinata and Sasuke, but other than that, I kept to the south side of Konoha.

I faintly remembered where the flat was as I knocked on the elegant door.

A muffled voice was heard from within. "Come in, Sakura."

Heh. How does he do that?

I swung open the door to meet a passive face just feet away. "Konnbawa, oji-san!"

"Oji?" A finely shaped eyebrow raised on his face. "I'm 26, not 64, Sakura-san."

"Aa, soo desu ka," I said in mock understanding. "Well, then, kodomo, otanjou-bi omedetou gozaimasu!"

"My birthday was yesterday, slow one."

"Be grateful, damn it." A smile was back on my face, as Itachi looked at me with a frown. "So, what did the birthday-boy do for his special day?"

His attention returned back to the book in his hands. "Celebrating the day you were born is a waste of time and money."

"Yasui!"

"Hn. Believe what you want. I assume you got me a gift?"

A threw a package to him. "There you go, you ungrateful man. Where's Sasuke?"

"His room. I'm hoping you remember the way, knowing how you tend to forget things easily."

"Urusai!"

I marched down the hallway, my mood now lightened and less depressing thoughts on my mind as I knocked on a familiar door.

"Onii-san's still got that stick up his ass, ne?" I commented lightly as the door opened to reveal the chicken-haired boy.

A sigh escaped his pale lips and a roll of the eyes took place as he stepped aside and let me through.

"You're usually here for bad news." A statement that I quickly picked up on.

"Nah, nothin' bad, just… thought I'd say hi."

An eyebrow rose, a frown tattooed on his face.

"Did something happen, Sakura?"

My eyes widened as I shook my hands. "No, no, everything's fine! Really!"

Even though his face had went back to its passive form, I could see he was not thoroughly convinced.

A flicker then came alive in his eyes. "Well, since you're here, there is something I'd like to talk to you about."

"Huh?"

He had leaned forward, his hands clasped together with his elbows on his knees as his head bent forward, the view I had on his face completely gone.

"I'm getting married."

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The apartment was locked, he noted, as he opened the door to an empty bedroom. The bed was made, and a fruit was missing from his kitchen, as signs that his pink-haired vixen had left without hesitation. It was to be expected, he mused disappointedly.

He sat on the bed while in deep thought, his eye traveling to the ceiling in a slow manner.

How much longer would this go on; the game of cat and mouse?

He knew he was in no position to be exasperated at her distant actions towards him, but his heart ached with such intensity, it hurt to continue on with this lifestyle. He pondered if there was ever a way he could get the woman to understand how much he cared for her.

His eye went back to the door down the hallway as a knock resounded. Hm?

"Kakashi-kun!"

Oh. Her. It seemed ever since he bedded this woman, she just wouldn't float away. Her attraction to him was undeniably maddening, and would not help him change his indecent ways.

But there was always tomorrow, wasn't there?

Baka ka.

I sighed as I headed regretfully towards the vigorously beaten door.

Baka idiot

Kami-sama God

Chikusho Damn it

Kudamono Fruit

Kagi Key

Kakueshi teisha Local train

Konnbawa Good evening

Oji-san Usually a term you use to say old man, or grandpa.

Aa, soo desu ka Oh, I understand

Kodomo Child

Otanjou-bi omedetou gozaimasu! Happy Birthday

Yasui Cheap

Urasai Shut up

Baka ka Asshole