Blah Blah~ Here is a nother chapter. I redid Chapter 12 becuz imma like go with plot B :P

Yup. Hope this is god enough for ur taste.

He closed the door ever so softly, as he came into the house. It was almost noon, and it was pretty quiet in the house. It didn't really surprise him all that much. For his father was working many hours, his mother was usually cooking or reading, as for Sasuke... His mostly locks himself in his room.

Itachi sighed. At least Sakura was okay. He really wanted to see her, and now he has. But Itachi still felt like he had to see her again. To make her feel better about the whole situation. Itachi sighed again. Maybe he was a bit too hard on Sakura. But in reality, what she wants to do is harder than it sounded.

If Itachi were to take her side, he would be going against his clan. And if he were to stay with this clan's decisions... Sakura would end up getting hurt in the long run.

This was just too damn hard.

He had to think logically. Like his father... No! He had to think with his heart! Like his mother had always said.

This inner battle will hopefully not last long. It was taking a toll on Itachi mentally. He didn't know what to think of right or wrong.

Itachi made his way up to his room, and shut the door. He didn't want to think about this problem now. He wanted to get his mind off of the subject. Anything. He wanted to think about anything but this.

Itachi glanced at the paper work freshly stacked neatly on his desk. His father probably put that there, because Sasuke would have done a messy job.

Somewhat glad to have something to get his mind off the current situation, Itachi reaches for the paper work and scans over it.

(Eye twitches)

Are you fucking kidding me.

This has to be a sick prank by Sasuke, please be.

Guess what the shit in his hand is about? (We all know what it is.) More work about the slave camp.

Itachi scanned over it again, but more slowly than he did before.

Huh.

It seemed to be a report someone from the slave camp wrote. Something about finding some girl with tarnish white skin color, jade eyes, and...

...pink hair.

Itachi's eye widened a fraction of an inch. Why were they looking for her? Did she punch a guard? Did she break something? Itachi was confused. But then his eyes lowered to the one who had signed this.

Orochimaru.

Itachi blinked in thought. He could want to use her in possibly a army guard or something of that nature. She was pretty strong for the typical girl. Or perhaps he wanted to use her quick-witted skills for a ambush for a war? Eh. Probably not, Sakura's smart but not THAT smart.

Besides, Sakura wouldn't give in so easily anyway. She's not a little baby; she could take care of herself. She seemed fine at Sasori's house.

Itachi put that paper under his drawer, and began to take a good look at the rest of the papers.

Could he ever get a break from this?

(Probably not.)

A week later.

Sakura got out the shower with a towel wrapped around her. She really needed to stop forgetting to bring in her clothes in the washroom before she took a shower.

She peaked around the corner to the left ad right, to be sure that no one was in the current hallway.

Sakura hoped to be able to run down the hall to her room, before anyone got to see her.

She felt like a kid who accidentally kicked the ball into the middle of the road, and having to run to get the ball... before she got ran over by a horse.

Sakura prayed for that moment then ran over to her room as quickly as she could. And when she got to her room she slammed the door harder than she wished to. She had been so nervous. That was utterly horrible as she thought. But Sakura was thankful no one saw her half nakedness. Surely Chiyo would pass out. (Or yell at her and blame Tsunade.)

She was practically panting like a dog that ran to chase the sheep. Her face was as red as her hair. Sakura took slow breaths to calm down. She threw off the towel and quickly got dressed.

She came out her room and collided with a door. Sakura looked up to see it wasn't a door, for it was Sasori.

"I saw your little episode there. Quite amusing." he smirked. Then he tilted his head to the side to dodge the monstrous punch coming from Sakura's flustered face. She grinded her teeth together in annoyance.

"You could have at LEAST acted like you didn't see anything." She said embarrassed. Damn, why did he have to be SUCH an ass?

"Yes, I could have. But I didn't now did I? But don't worry, Chiyo out with her friends at the spa." Sasori said amused. Then his face dropped into a stoic expression.

"I'm sorry if I anger you." he suddenly said.

Sakura glared at him in confusion, "What? I mean you do annoy me but I know you are just playing."

"And how do you know that?" Sasori challenged her.

"I don't," Sakura smiled, "But how you look at me shows that you do."

Sasori looked slightly surprised. This girl is pretty smart.

There was silence for a while, until Sasori spoke up, "You know, at the beginning, I wanted to marry you for selfish reasons."

Sakura was shocked by this confession, but she said nothing. She just continued to listen to him.

"But the way Itachi looks at you... It's clearly obvious."

"Wait! What do you mean? How does he look at me?" Sakura asked, clearly not having a clue of what Sasori was talking about.

Sasori chuckled.

"Wow, Sakura. I didn't think of you as dense."

Sakura frowned,

"Well, sorry I'm not as smart as my grades say I am."

"Then let me spell it out for you," Sasori said, "Uchiha likes you. A lot more than you think."

Sakura frowned yet again, "Sasori. He's a damn ice cube. He doesn't like me."

Step one to love: Denial.

Sasori smirked, "It's obvious Sakura. Think about it, he came all this way just to make sure you are okay."

"Or, he came all this way to tell his dad a slave is here so they can bring me back to the slave camp. Hey! Then I could see Malaya!"

Sasori sighed, "You're hopeless."

Sakura grinned and punched him playfully, "Yeah yeah. That's what they all say."

Over the past week, Sakura and Sasori had grown to becoming friends. Sasori started to see Sakura more as a person, than just a mere girl. Every little assumption Sasori had stuck in his head, Sakura was able to prove him wrong.

Not every woman that Sasori had met was able to do this. Sakura had be the first one to show him that women can be strong. Girls in society were supposed to be quiet and be passive. But not Sakura.

Sasori looked at Sakura, "How about I cook lunch."

Sakura's eyes shot at him, "YOU CAN COOK?"

Sasori rolled his eyes, "Somewhat."

"If you can't cook then I will. I don't want to eat shit." Sakura stated rather bluntly.

Sasori frowned at this. One of the damn qualities that make up Sakura (sadly).

"I want to give you a break. Do you like sandwiches with duck soup?" he asked.

"Sure! Sounds good. But if you really don't know how to cook, I will." Sakura smiled brightly.

Sasori went to the kitchen and got going on the cooking. He took out a pan that would probably be used for the soup, and the ingredients. Sakura stood over to the side, before the kitchen because she was curious about what he was going to do.

Sasori paused, "Can you not watch me? I feel pressured. Go out for a walk."

Sakura huffed like a little child, mumbled a 'fine' and left the house with a coat on. When she opened the door, a big glob of wind just hit her face. Sakura swiftly closed the door, and proceeded to walk out to somewhere.

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