Another chapter. I actuall typed this on my Itouch on my way to school, or when i got bored during class. D: Hope you enjoy!

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Sometimes Sakura was in that mood. You know that mood when you really want to punch something? That mood when you feel like life is just being a bitch? It's way worse than PMSing. Or at least that was what Sakura concluded.

Sasori had some clothes (which looks like a maid outfit) for Sakura to wear after she took a shower. He said something about " Not wanting his future wife is smell like cow." The statement pissed off Sakura even if it was true. He didn't have to be rude about it.

Sakura sighed as she made her way out the shower, grabbing a cream colored towel, and drying off as quickly as possible. It was too cold to be standing their soaked. Only a dumbass would to that.

Sakura was grateful that Sasori had warm water...unlike the showers at the slave camp. She felt in heaven taking a shower.

She pulled on a pair of silky underwear Sasori got her (which freaked her out a bit. What the fuck is he trying to pull?) and hooked up her laced bra, (her size... Maybe a lucky guess?!) and threw on these damned clothes. At least they were better than those sheets at the camp.

"Malaya..." Sakura mumbled softly. Malaya must be in hell there. But she learned about Malaya over the time they spend together. She was very positive and that made the light of hope shine brighter. Sakura smiled. Malaya is clever and responsible, wouldn't do anything to get killed.

"Sakura! Are you done my angel?" Sasori said charmingly by the door. He was being respectful thus far, by not opening the door, Sakura noted.

"Yeah my bitch," Sakura mocked, "I'm coming out.."

"Already...? We having even got to the bed Sakura..." he mumbled loud enough for Sakura to hear. She squealed,

"You jerk, you freak!" Sakura yelled and came out the bathroom. She so wanted to pop Sasori upside the head. Her face was as red as hair color. Sasori thought this sight was pretty amusing.

"I was just playing." Sasori smirked and wrapped his arms around his new addition to the family. (I guess) Sakura wanted to remove his arms until he grabbed her chin to look up at him.

"You are so cute... Why doesn't anyone care for a girl like you?" he mainly asked himself. Sakura was shocked by his words... He liked her like that? Did he not remember when he tried to force himself a pond her? The hell was wrong with this boy.

Sasori suddenly pulled Sakura by the arm into the kitchen, were a slightly plump old woman was cooking.

"You must be hungry child." the lady's weak voice said, "Perhaps a big meal with do for the two of you."

Sakura blinked. She thought there were more people living in this big home. It was not like her old home, for Sakura felt somewhat okay around Sasori and his grandmother... If that WAS his grandmother.

"Um, introduce me, you dumb nut!" Sakura elbowed his ribs. Sasori glared at Sakura,

"Grandma Chiyo, grandma... This is Sakura the slave I bought just now." he said in a bored tone.

"Oh! You picked an original one Sasori dear." she said bitterly and continued cooking.

Sakura's eyes narrowed.

"Yup. I gave them way more for how much she cost." he said and sat down at the dinning room table right by the kitchen.

How come their fucking convocation sounded like Sasori bought a new outfit or toy? They made her sound like some item. Sakura groaned. She so needed to get out of this place.

Sasori glared at Sakura, "Sit down here Sakura. (She sat next to Sasori as Sasori whispered into her ear, "You better watch your attitude little girl. Or someone would have to punish you. Remember you are not free yet."

Sakura glared at the boy, "Fuck that."

Chiyo's voice was heard from the kitchen, "Did I hear that young lady of yours cursing? You better teach her some manners! Did your mother ever teach you manners?"

"Tsunade did," Sakura said with a smirk.

"Tsunade, such a witch language she has." Chiyo grumbled, "It saddens my heart to see a young woman with her bad attitude."

Sakura said nothing, I mean... What was she supposed to say? Sasori glanced over at Sakura's direction, but not clearly at her.

This was going to be a long night.

Itachi made his way to the general's office. He asked for Sakura Haruno, but he said that she was bought- wait. Did he just hear that Sakura got bought?! He had to ask again.

"Where is Sakura Haruno, again?" he growled.

"I told you. Sasori-sama bought the girl during their lunchtime." the man said and leaned back into his chair with a quiet squeak.

Itachi's eyes narrowed. He wanted to punch someone. Sasori... Who the fuck was that anyway-? Wait... Itachi's face went stern in concentration mode.

Sasori! Another senior of the school. The boy was ranked somewhat high as him. Itachi frowned, what would he want with Sakura? Itachi cursed, Sasori better not be planning anything on Sakura.

If so, he would have to do something about that.

"Do you know that address to his home?" Itachi demanded, clearly annoyed.

"No Itachi-sama. But I know his estate lies on the Westside of town... Around that area, about a mile from the shopping district." The general said with a sigh.

"Hn," Itachi grunted and walked swiftly out the office. He walked home to get his horse to go to the shopping district area. (Remember this was back in the day. No cars.)

When he got home, it was almost sun set. He groaned. It wasn't safe to confront Sasori at this time of day. Perhaps he could go over there in the morning... First thing,

Itachi opened the door into the house and suddenly got hit with the smell of dinner. It was rich and sweet. His mom was most likely cooking.

"Hello Itachi dear," his mother called as he walked into the kitchen with her usual smile. Itachi sighed and sat at the table. His mother looked at him worriedly.

"Are you okay honey?" she asked.

"I'm fine mother. Did father ask for me today?"

"Yes, many times actually. What have you've been doing lately?"

"It's not important." his voice was strong and firm, leaving no room for argument.

His mom continued to cook, "I am making dumplings, vegetables and rice!" she smiled sweetly. Itachi nodded.

True be told, he had a lot of things on his mind. His feelings for a certain pink haired girl, paper work his father kept giving him, and him in general. He could feel himself changing... For the good or bad, for better or worst. He truly didn't know which, all he knew was that he was not the same person he was a week ago.

His mother began setting the plates on the table, "Do you mind getting your brother and your father for dinner?" Itachi nodded and got up from his seat.

He was not in the mood to sit with the family, knowing that his father was going to question him about where he has been all day.

Fucking typical.

Sakura sighed in content as she took another bite out of the turkey. It was seasoned perfectly! Not too much and not too little of spices. This family had a quiet dinner, unlike at her old home. She remembered Tsunade always ranting about something, and the maids agreeing with her... (Not that they were brave enough to disagree.) And the bulter of the house would always have nothing to add to the convocation. He always sat there, with no care in the world of what they were talking about.

Sakura was never able to talk.

"How do you feel coming from that slave camp?" Grandma Chiyo asked, putting a spoon-full of mash potatoes in her mouth.

"It feels good." Sakura lied. Though that place was harsh, she wanted to escape with the others, and maybe start a revolution or something. But now she was uncomfortably living in Sasori's home. What was Malaya doing without her? Sakura prayed that she was okay.

"It should," Chiyo grumbled and glanced at Sasori, "You should be grateful that my grandson was kind enough to take you in."

Sakura nodded, even though she really wanted to throw a chair at the boy. Sasori smirked,

"Yeah, Sakura... You should be grateful."

Sakura almost snapped her fork in half. She was so going to smash this bitch's headache against the wall. She mocked him,

"Of course Sasori-sama. I am much grateful for you taking me in. Thank you." Sakura said with a sarcastic voice dripping from her mouth. Chiyo smiled at this. (Not noticing Sakura's raw sarcastic ways.)

"That's good." she said and switched her spoon for a fork and began eating her turkey.

"By the way Chiyo-san. The turkey is very tender and flavorful." Sakura stated. Now, that was not sarcastic. She was being truly honest at the moment.

Chiyo nodded with approval, "You picked a good hearted girl Sasori!"

Sasori almost scoffed. If only she knew.

Sakura smirked; she got on Chiyo's good side. Just what she wanted to do. You never know when you might need grandma for backup.

Sakura ate all of her food. She looked at her empty plate guiltily.

I'll get you out of that hellhole Malaya...

BAMM! And there it is. Imma like go do homework and eat. :P The usually. Goodnight.

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