Well, I am writing two stories at once and came across a fanciful lady that has been helping me like crazy, She has since become my muse. I plan to follow the first of my couples, and on my profile I have a poll up. Please vote on it, you can only vote for your favorite couple sorry but that is just the way I put it together.

So, with that said I have told you so much already and someone voted for Sakura and Kakashi, since I am writing this story in rapid succession I have decided to keep going with our fist couple and continue on from there. Until I have more votes in, I do not want to start up anything (but I like the idea of Kakashi and Sakura being together so I am going to run with it). I need either votes or reviews telling me what you think on the couples, and it would help if you did so with the story as well. Now, I am going to start the story.

Much love sent to my reviewers,

Blackwidow Framer

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I know my logic is scrambled, I guess I am kinda crazy too. Though, I know you wouldn't have me any other way. - Written by me

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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Original Naruto Characters. Thank you kindly.

This will always be in Sasuke's point of view unless it is centered around one of the other couples. I will let you know if I am changing point of views right here, with the disclaimer.

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Chapter 2-

The World of Normalcy

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The way my morning started up was much more normal than yesterday, which was pure hell; even if it had worked itself out in the end. When I opened my door I half expected the cataclysm, but instead just had some noisy kid selling cookies. Yay, I hate sweets; so I sent her on her way and continued to the grocer, because I never did get more food yesterday. I scowled in discontent at that, this always happens when he shows his face around me.

I know it is childish to blame him for everything that happened yesterday, especially since he is supposed to be my companion. But I cannot help it. Just being around him most days makes my blood boil like nobody's business. I stopped those trains of thoughts before they left the station, only to pull up a memory from the day before. On our way back he said something so softly, I am pretty sure I wasn't meant to hear. I think it was in retaliation to what I had said to him.

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"Why does everyone leave me when I am in the middle of the conversation with them?" He had looked like he was muttering to himself, when I spoke he had a owlish look like I had startled him out of his thoughts.

"If you would be quieter and let them contribute more to the conversation, they wouldn't get annoyed and leave. Though it is very normal for you to be a listener, you are more the loud and crazy type that people try to avoid." At the end of what I was saying I was speaking more to myself than anything else, I hadn't expected his response to be so eloquent and logical. Though, I am sure I was not supposed to hear it so I stayed silent like I did not hear it.

"They need to stop judging me like they do books by their covers, because on the inside I might be just what they are looking for; why can't they see that."

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I wonder if he was talking in general or if it was more of a certain person he was silently, or rather near silently as I do not think he has a silent bone in his body; trying to talk sense into. I shrugged off my thoughts as unimportant, he may be one of my only friends but I do not want to get caught up with whatever is stuck in that boys head.

I thought back to my team I had while I was gone out of the village. The water user had suffered so much at that dark man's hand, I am glad in a way that his time on this earth passed. I shuddered when I remembered what had happened even to myself, then pushed the thoughts away as I did not want relive my past again. I was silently happy that I had finally made it to the grocer, that meant I had something else to think about other than my past, which in itself was awful. Nor would my mind wander to yesterday, which was equally awful. Then I felt dread for thinking yesterday was awful, I guess I can add that to my list of annoying things; new feelings that quite frankly confuse the hell out of me.

I examined the selection of tomatoes quietly, I am happy that there are some fruits out there that are not completely sweet. I picked out a few and continued to look through the different vegetables, once done I went to the deli. This is where I met up with our famous crazy, pink haired witch. Though, I can tell something is wrong; her eyes are puffy and she has bags under them. I sighed knowing that I would be picking up her tab as she moaned about something or another going on in her life.

"Sakura, your eyes are red." I said it simply, but as she has been on my team for so long I know that she understands.

"Sasuke, look I am not trying to be mean; but I want you to know that I don't think you should show any fake compassion today." I can honestly say I was not goading her this time and I most definitely was not instigating; but what she said pissed me off. Since for once I really was being sincere, ouch; saying it like that made me sound self centered and awful.

"Sakura, just talk; get it out so we can go on with our day." The word 'please' hung in the air like a poison fog, not spoken of out loud but everyone knew was there. The lady at the deli asked what I needed with wide eyes, I nodded to Sakura and proceeded to order. " Put her tab with mine, in either case the usual is fine."

The lady was stunned, her eyes almost asking if Sakura and I were a pair and I could feel several other people's eyes on the two of us as well. What I couldn't bring myself to tell them was that, that could never happen for reasons I will not say and they would never understand. " One pound or two Uchiha-sama?" She asks every time and I always tell her something different.

"Go with a pound and three-quarters, be as precise as possible." I felt the elbow to my ribs as we watched the woman struggle to get the weight right. I had to suppress my snicker and to be honest it was very hard. She finally got it right and handed it over with a forced smile.

Sakura dragged me away from the counter before I could say anything else that could get her into trouble. I let out a bellowing laugh and bent forward to rest my hands on my knees went we got to the register. I couldn't help letting this one out, the petrified look on her face from the way the deli-lady acted made me laugh. I quickly gained my composure and we moved on I paid and walked her to her house, before we headed to my own.

On the way to my house I swore I felt eyes on me, but for the life of me I could not figure out who could possibly be staring like that at me and everywhere I looked I saw nothing. Shrugging I decided it was time to start up the conversation with my droopy looking friend, one of which I had a feeling I was going to regret in a way I could not comprehend.

" I think, uh, I like somebody I shouldn't." Don't we all? I wanted to say this to her so bad, but instead kept silent as I started to put my groceries away.

"Well, I mean it isn't taboo anymore; I just know that nothing can come of it. It hurts to think about and I don't know what to do what should I do." I looked over at her, she now had her face in her hands I know at least she is not crying anymore; she was definitely in distress though.

"Perhaps you should ask yourself if it really matters what others think, or if your own feelings for this person can overcome the negativity you may well face. Sakura, we all have demons in our closets; if we did not we would not be human. If this person can pardon this and you can see past this persons flaws, then there is hope yet for your possible future." I do not talk about things like this often, usually it is with her when she has some sort of problem; one that she herself created in her mind and needed help figuring a way out of.

"It is not so much that I am just worried because gossip is ugly, and the different medics at the hospital are horrible at it. All they ever do is gossip and I don't want his name run into the ground." At least that confirmed one thing it wasn't a homosexual relationship she wanted. I am pretty sure that I have absolutely no idea who it is now.

" I know it can get ugly, but it is with any relationship. look at Neji and Ten-ten." I cringed after saying that, yikes bad example; with the look on her face I could tell that she was both horrified and looked determined. " I know it was a bad example, but they did not make it because they did not have that determination I now see on your face." I suddenly felt so exhausted and it had never happened so quickly before.

" You sound like you know from experience." Her hands had pulled away from her face as she looked at me. I clammed up, I know I should not have, but I could not help myself. When people ask about my personal life no matter who it is or how close they are to me I get this way. She sighed and got up, looking more determined than ever before. "You are right Sasuke thank you, I will tell him my feelings. Even if I get turned down I will not let that get me down. I will never know anything if I do not try." Then she grabbed her bag and ran out the door, but not before placing a quick kiss to my cheek which I had rubbed off immediately; childish or not I cannot stand Sakura's kisses.

I absent mindedly ran a hand through my hair, well the day started out normal; it ended so out of sync I don't know which way is up. After talking her through her feelings, I feel oddly incomplete; which is never good. Looks like my world of normalcy just too a turn for the worse and it is not even close to being done yet. As now I have to look at where my own feelings lie, and that always creates problems.

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Well that is the end of this chapter, I am sending a thank you out to the anonymous person who voted for the new couple. The new couple will appear in Chapter three. I got a review from the original owner of this story. She told me she loved it and would help me out if I got a road block and also any other problems I can come up with. Which happens to us writers more often than not.

Peace, Love, and War

Blackwidow Framer