Been such a long time since I last saw you guys…I know…I probably deserve all the pitchforks and stuff that you're going to throw at me for being so lazy ass and stuff, and I really don't blame you.

This chapter is the past. Please note that it is PAST. Almost as a filler chapter or something. It starts off when Sakura met Kisame. Don't complaint to me about how this is not the chapter and how I updated the wrong chapter, because I didn't.

I'm sorry if this chapter will be disappointing since it doesn't have anything to do with the plot. But Kisame and Sakura's past is really important to me so…sorry about that. Hehe. It will be good for the fans that are looking for unusual coupling because, I noticed that there weren't a lot of KisamexSakura couples. I kinda don't blame them because...they never had civilized conversation and it's hard to imagine a fish (no offense to Kisame's fan) getting a girl...that was so mean. I apologize.

I had a mid-term like 2 weeks ago and failed most of them. My grade went down considerably and I'm almost getting killed by my parents. Urgh...

I'm probably boring you with my non-stoping rant. So here's my new chapter, enjoy the story!

Exactly 4 years and 9 months ago…

There was a boy.

Kisame's POV

It was a good day.

Of course, the weather was horrible. It was cloudy; there was not a single stray light be seen when you looked up. The rain has stopped yesterday, but the cloud did not go away completely, not to mention still the wet, muddy ground that I probably have to run on when I got in trouble, which is everyday. The fence didn't burn off like I hoped everyday, and stood its ground all mighty like it is the king of the world or something. The guards around us still walked around with malicious grin on their face, hoping one of us to be stupid and try to escape so they can beat us down with an excuse. Not that it stopped them before from beating us. It was still the same old day, with bad weather and still crazy guards. Nothing different.

But from the bottom of my heart, I knew something was going to be different today. Something that you may call an instinct, maybe, and if you grew up in an environment like me, you learn to trust your instincts. It's what keeps you alive in the hellhole like this, things like knowing when to shut your trap up or when to run as fast as you can even though you hate the fact that you are running away. It's a rule, I guess, to trust your instincts. A rule that you needed to follow if you want to stay as safe as you can be in this particular situation.

"Okay, you brats, get to cafeteria right now if you want to eat!"

There came the announcement.

If you miss the announcement, which is pretty hard thing to do since it blows your eardrums with loud, screeching noises, you get no meal, one of the most important facts you have to follow when you want to live. Not to mention detention, if you could call being a living punching bag for a day detention. I didn't go to school, but I knew it didn't involve beating the shit out of 'bad' kids.

I got out of my bed, grunting with annoyance, and headed towards the cafeteria. There were not a lot of kids in this particular orphanage because of its violence. It's for orphans with especially bad temper and dangerous, orphans who lived and learned how to fight in the street with bare knuckles. How I ended up here? Long story short: I blew up the orphanage I was in before so I ended up here. Simple.

As soon as I stepped in, I was pleased to see the noises inside the room have stopped. Once loud cafeteria was dead silent. If you want to know, it's because I stepped in. I am the strongest one in the orphanage, which is saying much because this building is filled with thugs, thieves and best fighters from age 10~16. You can say that I'm pretty much the best youth fighter in the nation. Yeah, I exaggerated a bit there. It didn't change the fact that I am, at least, a decent fighter.

"Boss, did you hear?"

Okay, I know 'boss' is kind of cliché. But I always wanted to be in control of my surroundings. Being called 'boss' made me feel like… a boss, simply. Besides, they were persistent on calling me 'boss' even after I said it was okay. Not that they talk to me too much anyway, only when something appealing or new comes up, which is pretty rare.

"What?"

"There's a new one coming…apparently she was in jail for about 3 months. She came here because of the 'accident' in the jail that she stayed before."

I raised my eyebrow at that. "Jail, you say?"

"Yeah, and it seems like she's our age too."

I walked straight up to the front of the line and, like I expected, no one tried to stop me. Last time someone did that resulted in a broken nose with huge bruise on the guy's cheek. I picked up the tray and went down to the aisle, looking at the foods, disgusted. I swear that no one deserves to get treated like this. NO ONE.

I just picked up some random apple and the lunch lady gave me two pieces of burnt pancakes. Another lunch lady gave me two sausages that were burnt as well. It was unidentifiable, the original color of the sausages. It was burnt black. I crinkled my nose in disgust.

I headed back to where I usually sit: the center table of the cafeteria. I sat down and no one dared to sit next to me, and I was glad it stayed that way. I don't want anyone near me when I'm eating, or for anything else for that matter. I poked one of the sausages with my fork and was not half-surprised to find out that it was hard as a rock. It was to be expected; I mean, look at its color! Even the coal wouldn't have jet-black color like this. I picked on the pancakes, and guess what? It was in the exact same condition: burnt black, no syrup, and no nothing.

I picked up the apple and started eating it. I know I can trust vegetables because we grew them at the backyard of our reformatory. It was what we did, and even though it was as tiring and boring as hell, it was at least something to do. I took a bite and savored its sweet juice in my mouth before swallowing it. Just when I was about to take another bite, our 'supervisor' demanded our attention.

He met his first love in a place most people thought was impossible.

There she was, like she waited for him for a long time.

Maybe she did.

"Hey, you stupid assholes! Stop eating like a fucking pig and look here, and if you were too stupid to understand what it means-" some of the guards behind him laughed like it was the most hilarious thing they ever heard in their sorry life. "-than just follow what everyone else in the room does and pretend you know what's going on. Now that I have got your fucking attention, I'd like to introduce you a new girl that will be staying with us for 6 months.

"Unfortunately, the jail that she was staying in was burnt into ashes and they have to build a new one. Until then, she will stay with us. Now, if you don't have any question, which I doubt you will because you probably don't even know the meaning of the word 'question'-" another snickers were heard from behind him, "-I'll introduce you guys to her right away.

"Sakura, can you come in?"

Wow, I thought. This guy actually can have a civilized sentence without insults or swears.

The door opened quiet loudly and revealed a pink-haired girl with emerald eyes. She had a gray shirt on that wasn't too loose or too tight. Her faded jeans were tattered and old, but she managed to look pretty good in them. She had her pink hairs pulled into a high ponytail with bangs framing her porcelain face. Her emerald eyes were cold and stared at us down like she was queen of the world and we were some servants or something that was not worthy of her 'mighty' presence.

For 5 short seconds, I wondered if she actually was from jail. Her face looked like it could break any second, her arms were skinny and pale, and her legs didn't look like it had any muscles. It looked like I could break it without even batting an eyelash. I always believed that someone from jail looked tougher, colder, and meaner than others. I really don't' know what I expected. Maybe a sign that says, "hey, look at me, I'm from jail!" I never expected someone from jail to look so…fragile.

But one look at her eyes, and you wouldn't believe that she wasn't an assassinator or something. It was cold and hard, much too old for a girl like her to have. I didn't know her age, but I'm pretty sure that it wasn't too older than mine, maybe even younger than me. I met some girls in the orphanage I blew up who had hard life, whores when I was living in street who I know for sure had rough life, but even them didn't have this kind of eyes. She looked like she's been through worse than any of us did in this reformatory, and that's saying something.

She walked up to stand beside our 'supervisor', and slouched, leaning on her right leg and her left leg just slightly bent. She put her left thumb on her left pocket and her right arm was just hanging limply. She looked around the cafeteria, looking at each and every one of us, and last rested her emerald eyes on me. I looked at her with same blank stare that she gave to every one, and surprisingly, she smirked. Everyone turned to see whom she was smirking at, and when they saw me, they immediately turned their head towards her again, afraid I might do something to them if they stared any longer.

Our 'supervisor' broke the brief silence. He said, "Sakura, will you introduce yourself to us, if they understand what you are talking about?" More snickers were heard, damn those bastards. She looked at the supervisor, who was sharing her blank look, and turned back to us.

"Haruno Sakura. If you want to know anything, question me. I never introduced myself."

Few hands went up, and she stared at one hand, which was raised higher than other hands. She looked at the person who had their hand raised, think the name was Mizuki or something, and gave him an expecting look.

He asked, "How old are you?"

She answered in monotone voice, "10. Next?"

10? She certainly didn't look like 10. Her eyes were too calculating and cold, too old to be eyes of 10 years old. But I guess that's what jail does to you. How should I know? I never have been to jail before.

"Why did you get into jail?"

Ah, good question.

"Because I murdered a girl."

That brought absolute silence to our room. Our 'supervisor' was grinning madly, and he was the only one that looked unaffected by her sudden statement. Even the guards behind him took a nervous half step backwards that will not be noticed unless you were looking real close. Guess even those bastards never saw a murderer before. Neither have I.

I looked at the girl standing in front of us. She killed someone? Are you kidding me? That weak looking girl with cold eyes actually killed someone?

When no more questions were asked--duh who would want to question a girl who actually murdered someone--the 'supervisor' showed her where the foods were and left. Before he stepped completely out of the room, though, he looked back at us and said "Behave," before grinning madly at us and left. I inwardly cursed at his stupid grin. Sadistic bastard.

She took the tray and everyone whispered when she made her way to some random table. I took another bite at my delicious apple and closed my eyes. I spent last night trying to finish 50 laps that was assigned when I said 'idiot' in front of guards. I wasn't beaten, because they don't do that unless we committed serious crime, but had to run 50 laps around the muddy yard with my legs bound together. It was real fun. Right.

I heard a chair screeching and tray being dropped on to the table. I opened my eyes, ready to send death glare at someone who dares to sit in the same table as me. My eyes were met with emerald one that was emotionless just a second ago but now filled with mischievousness. The pink haired girl, Sakuno or something, I think, sat down right across the table and threw a boyish grin at me. I growled.

"What do you think you are doing?"

"Sitting," she said and poked a sausage and took a bite. I frowned at that. She actually took a bite of that burnt, coal-like, inedible thing. She didn't seem to mind my disgusted stare and continued eating.

"Yes, but who gave you permission to sit here?" I growled again and sent a glare to her, hoping she'd catch the message and fuck off. But no, this girl was too stupid to take the message like a good little girl. Instead, she grinned at me and took another bite that the disgusting thing.

"Nobody," she answered.

"So what makes you think that you are allowed to sit here?" I took another bite at my delicious apple and chewed on the piece. A stupid girl isn't going to make me stop from eating my juicy apple.

"I don't care if I'm not allowed to sit here because I want to sit here."

Bitch.

"But I care so go sit somewhere else, whoever you are."

If she ignores my message again, I will kick her or something, detention or not. She's annoying me, and if she thinks she can be excused because she's a girl, she had another one coming.

She looked at me, her sausage finished, and stared at me square in the eye. Her eyes were cold again but I could see the mischievousness that she had before still lurking around deep inside that emerald pool. She smirked.

"What makes you think that I care how you feel?"

Last draw.

"Because," I said, slowly standing up and grabbed the collar of her shirt and pulled her so we are face-to-face, eye-to-eye.

"I'll make you care."

She still hasn't blinked or showed any sign of fear. She looked at me with that smirk still intact on her delicate face. Let's see if that smirk is still on by the time I was finished with her.

The great thing about being in the cafeteria is that, even when you beat up someone, it was okay. The guards were too busy eating their fancy lunch at the room beside us, and our 'supervisor' was upstairs, doing whatever shit he was doing at free time. Probably coming up with a way about how he can torture us further. The lunch ladies couldn't care less, and my housemates didn't care much either, they encouraged the fight, even. So nothing stood between the fighters.

I brought my fist up to hit her in the face. Girl or not, she pissed me off. My fist was about to land when something grabbed it from landing on her cheek. I looked at my hand and I realized that her hand has caught my fist in a vice-grip. I flinched slightly at how much strength this girl possesses. I looked back at her and she was still smirking, looking like a hungry bloodthirsty animal.

"You're pretty good," she said with no strain in her voice that indicated she was overpowered or anything, just normal, steady voice. Not even a hint of fear. Fuck her.

"But your punch is way too stiff. Might want to try moving with a bit more flexibility?"

"I'll show you flexibility," I said, growled and brought my foot to kick her in the gut. She released my hand and jumped over me, flipping like a bird before landing gracefully behind me. I whipped around and was greeted by a fist right in front of my face. I blinked, not able to believe that I just got whipped from a girl.

I looked at her expectantly, raising my eyebrow when the blow didn't come. She smirked and put her arm at her side.

"I didn't want any trouble, you did. I just wanted to sit down since this is the only table I can see which is empty. Now that I beat you and I'm still not caring about what you think, can I sit here?"

I looked at her, blinked, and blinked some more. I smirked, and sat down on the chair myself, bringing my half-eaten apple to my mouth. "Sure," I said, chewing the piece of apple and swallowing it before taking another bite. She smirked, sat down on the chair, and began to eat that burnt pile of junk. I was so certain that she was going to vomit the disgusting food away any minute now, but she was reluctant on eating and raised an eyebrow when I kept staring at her. I brought the apple to my mouth again, eating the core and leaving it completely eaten except for the seeds.

She was a strange one.

Sometimes, friendship can be grown in the most unexpected event possible.

So as love.

I stared at the three idiots in front of me. Just because that new girl whipped me, still don't remember her name, doesn't mean that these three junkies can randomly come to me with stupid smirks on their faces, thinking that I've gone soft and that they can beat me.

Three words: What. The. Fuck.

"We can't have you as a leader anymore," the fucker behind another fucker said, licking his lips in what he thinks is a threatening manner. To me, it's just a lick from a stupid animal that thinks they're cool. No wait, never mind. That would be an insult to the animal.

"Yeah, after all, you got your ass kicked by a girl." He spat out the word 'girl' like it was the most disgusting thing in the world.

"Even counting that she was from jail and stuff, it's impossible to get beaten by a girl," said Fucker No. 2. Yeah, I officially named him Fucker No. 2. Maybe it should be Son of a Bitch No. 2. The first one should be the 'supervisor'. Maybe motherfucker was better for 'supervisor'?

"So you think that you can beat me because a new girl from a jail came and whipped me?" I asked, even though I already know the answer. Better safe than sorry, right? Well, in this case I won't be sorry, but who cares?

"Yes, are you deaf? That's what we said." He smirked and put his hand on his hip. "Maybe if you give up now, we'll make you our gopher boy." The Fuckers-that-I-do-not-care-about laughed behind him, throwing their heads back. That is the stupidest sight if I ever seen one. Three pigs thinking that they can beat me, laughing in what they believe is a threatening manner. Can't get any stupider than this.

"Or maybe our punching bag. Don't worry, we'll go easy on ya."

Or maybe, it can.

I sighed and dashed with my fist rose to the first one, and kicked the Fucker No. 2 in the face. There was a familiar crack and liquid coming out of his nose, which I know for sure, is blood. The Fuckers-that-I-do-not-care-about gasped and their eyes widened, one of them actually falling on their back and landing on the ground. I focused my attention again at the fallen Fucker No. 2, who was unconscious with just one freaking hit. They were really stupid if they think they can beat me with this crap. Even if I was 9 years old, I could've beat their sorry butts to next week.

I kicked the unconscious Fucker No. 2, resulting him to cough and wrap his arm around the spot where I hit him. I frowned. That actually hurt? I must've gotten stronger…maybe this guy was weak. Or maybe both. That'd be cool.

"Now," I turned to face around the Fuckers-that-I-do-not-care-about and put my left hand in my pocket, knowing I don't need them even if we fought. "What were you talking about? Something about beating me, right?"

They immediately paled and shivered like a freaking idiots and cowards they were. They stood up and ran as fast as they can with those fat butts of theirs, and never glanced back, leaving Fucker No. 2 behind. I glanced at the unconscious body beneath me. Who cares? Someone will take care of him.

I turned around and started to walk away. I was about to turn to the right when I heard clapping somewhere near me. I looked behind, right, and left until I realized that it was coming from the tree above me. I looked and there she was, the new girl, still clapping in leisure manner, her emerald eyes holding that mischievousness that I saw this morning. I raised an eyebrow at her, asking why she was clapping in that one simple movement. She smirked and jumped down from the branch she was sitting, which was pretty high, and flipped like a cat before landing on the ground in front of me gracefully.

"That was quiet a show you performed back there," she said, her arms crossed in front of her chest, smirk still intact on her face. Her emerald eyes traveled from my face all the way to my toe, assessing me with a calculative gaze that gave me quiet a scare. I didn't show it though, or at least I hope I didn't.

"Thank you for your kind remark," I said back sarcastically, rolling my eyes and putting my right hand into my pocket. I turned around and was about to go when she called me.

"Hey, Sharky-chan, come on! I want to talk to you and you are the first decent I've met in this hellhole. Let's talk, ne?" I swear I could hear a smirk in her voice right now, and what the fuck? Sharky-chan?

I turned around and growled, facing her with what I hope was threatening enough. "I do not want to talk to you…Pink." Ha, that was a good one.

She looked surprised for a moment, and began to laugh so loudly that I thought she was crazy or maniac. She kept on laughing and I was beginning to get sick of it and decided to leave. I walked for about 10 seconds before a hand grabbed me.

"Sorry," she said, still panting from the laugh and small smile was on her face. "I really didn't mean to, but it was same as my nickname when I was in jail. This…person I know called me Pink too, so it was funny that you called me like that. I'm sorry, I really shouldn't have laughed." She held out a hand that wasn't holding my wrist and smiled, the cold look that she had in this morning now almost completely gone except I knew that it would come back when I pissed her off or something.

"Haruno Sakura, a girl who is going to stay here for 6 months until the jail I was staying is rebuilt. I just wanted someone to talk to in this place, and you caught my eyes. Sorry about this morning, though." She scratched her head in sheepish manner, "I was kinda preppy and moody about the whole thing. I mean, come one, I'm staying in a foreign place for 6 months without any girls." She let go of my wrist, which I gladly took back to my side. "So? Are you going to shake my hands and introduce yourself like a proper gentlemen you are, or are you just going to stare at it like it's the most weirdest thing in the world?"

I stared at the fragile hand that was in front of me and came up with the conclusion that, why not, I need someone to talk to anyways or I'll forget the ability to speak, and took that hand into my calloused ones. I shook it and looked at her square in the eye, resulting me bending my neck down a little. This girl was short.

"Kisame, a guy who was the strongest in this reformatory until you showed up and whipped my ass in front of everyone in here. Thank you so much about that." If you hadn't noticed, the last part was sarcastic.

She grinned and took her hand back to her side, scratching her head one more time in boyish manner. "I know, I probably shouldn't have done that. But I meant it, you are pretty good."

"Am I supposed to be flattered by that?" I asked, motioning her to come with me with my chin and began to walk, knowing that she'll follow.

"If it's coming from a girl who spent last 3 months in jail with the most feared and terrifying women criminals in the entire nation and sparred with them everyday, than yes, you should very well be flattered." She once again had her arms crossed in front of her, turning a little to the left so she can speak to me eye-to-eye. She smirked when my eyes widened. "Surprised?"

Surprised was a right word, indeed. I knew she was from jail but to be in the same cell with most feared and terrifying women criminals in the entire nation was…stunning. Also, the fact that she sparred with them on daily basis was even more so.

"Like who?" I asked, not quiet believing the confession she just made.

"Like 'The Red Skull Yuki'? Is that convincing enough?"

You have to be the stupidest person and had to live in the cave for at least 10 years if you didn't know who The Red Skull Yuki was. She was the most feared person in the entire nation and was the role model for many thugs and gangs out there. She was legendary for her swiftness in attacks, her cleverness when it came to escaping and making traps, and her witty remarks against the fuzz who caught her. She was once caught before; when she was 14 years old, she was caught and was brought to court because she stole a diamond necklace from a mayor in the city, and made the judge and the lawyer go red with rage with her remarks against them. She didn't use any swear words during the entire court, not even 'idiot' or 'jerk' or 'stupid'. She just made them see red with plain, civilized vocabulary that was very insulting.

After that event, everyone in the dark side of the town practically worshipped the ground she walked on. She made few stealing, was challenged by so many people because of her well-known strength, and have beaten every last one of them, some of them even the professional assassinators that are sent by government to kill her or something. She was caught when she was 35 while beating the bloody shit out of person who killed her parents. In the court, she didn't deny anything that was being thrown to her and concluded that she was satisfied with what she had done. She was…simply a legend, a living legend to all.

"Very convincing," I said, looking at her with newfound jealousy. It must've been awesome to be in the same cell with legend. "Is she…is she amazing like she was in rumors?" I asked cautiously, not wanting to show the growing curiousness in my voice and looked straight ahead, hoping my face didn't show anything I did not want it to show.

"Want to hear about her?"

I nodded way too quickly like reflex before regretting it. She probably was playing with me. What the fuck has gotten into me? Is it that tempting to hear about The Red Skull Yuki? Well, it was, but still.

"I'll tell you all about it."

I looked at her in disbelief, not believing what I just heard, but hoping desperately for it to be true. She walked ahead, locating a big tree where there were no people because no one came to this area, and sat down. She patted the spot beside her and leaned against the tree, almost looking as she's about to sleep. I sat down beside her and lay on the grass inside the shade, using my hands as pillow.

"It all started since my first day in jail…" she began her story of show she met The Red Skull Yuki. She told me about her getting beat up into bloody pulp, and when Yuki decided that she desperately needed training.

It was growth of strangest friendship.

A strangest habit can result in unexpected result.

One frustrated boy and one grinning girl.

"Why do you do that?"

"Do what?" I asked, taking another sip on the cigarette in my hand. I exhaled and favored the bitter but addicting breath in my mouth.

"That," Sakura pointed at my pinky, which was raised. "It looks stupid."

I raised my eyebrow. "I actually hadn't noticed until you told me," I eyed my pinky like it was a newfound discovery, which it was, to me anyway. I shrugged, "I don't know, it's just a habit of mine, I guess."

"I don't like it," she said, and stared at my pinky with her emerald eyes. "Don't do it." She said after staring at it for 10 long seconds.

"I can't help it, it's a habit." I said, taking another puff from the cigarette and exhaling, leaving a puff of smoke on the air. "You can't expect me to fix something I've done since the day I started smoking, and that's like 7 years ago."

She eyed me in distaste, and at the pinky that was raised, and stared at me again. I ignored the look she was giving me and continued to smoke with my newfound habit. She looked like she was thinking for a minute, and she decided that she came up with something. I could tell by the way her eyes lit up in mischievousness. I inwardly gulped.

Mischievousness Sakura never meant a good thing for me, or anyone else in the orphanage anymore. Last time she had that kind of look was when she decided to give a huge performance of beating the shit out of one of the guards in front of the orphanage. It was satisfying, but she had to run at least 200 laps with her legs tied and arms tied, crouching all the way. The guards and 'supervisor' couldn't do any harm to her since she wasn't from here, but that didn't stop them from punishing her. She complained about how sore her legs were after all the laps. I don't blame her.

"You know…raising your pinky when you are smoking means you are gay, isn't it?"

Well, that wasn't too bad, you might think.

Hell. No.

I was already accused to being gay by her even before. Her reasoning for it was super simple: guys that are more muscular than I am surround me?

That was the stupidest reasoning ever, I said, since I can beat all the people in this reformatory easily. I told her that it was impossible that I was gay, because I'm not attracted to anyone. But no, this little devil didn't let go and told me that, since guy surrounds me and she's not exactly the girliest girl in the bunch, I probably am not attracted to girls. "Besides," she added as if that wasn't enough, "You saw whores and prostitutes from where you lived before. I actually saw one of the whores entering one of the guards room. You didn't even look at her or anything, even though she winked at you. See? You are so gay."

It's been awhile since the subject came up, and I dreaded the day it was going to come up again. I know Sakura. She's going to bug the hell out of me as soon as she remembered the subject.

And today was that dreaded day.

"Raising my pinky doesn't make me gay, Sakura."

"Tell me," she asked, coming closer to me like predator would hunt its prey, "Where did you learn that habit?"

I really did not like where this was going. "The guy in the street gave me a first cigarette and I smoked ever since… it's probably from him."

"And," she said, now grinning like a true predator about to take a leap at its prey, "Was he…normal?"

"He was as normal as a street person could be," I said, thanking to whomever up there that she didn't come up with any drastic conclusion.

"Yeah, but did you ever see him, you know, fucking a girl?"

What kind of question was that? "No. Why would I anyway?"

"Did you see him kissing or holding a guy's hand?"

I sit up, rigid from the amount of shock. As I thought about it, he never did and was never interested in whores that winked his way. On the other hand, he looked friendlier to guys than he did to girls, not to mention the fact that he was always hugging a guy and giving them a playful grope or holding their hands…

Fuck.

"I knew it."

It was the day I found out that, my unfortunate smoking habit was from a gay person, and obviously provided definite reason for Sakura to taunt me forever about my preference in sexuality. I gave a frustrated growl at Sakura who continued to taunt me and laugh at me for it, she'll probably do it forever unless she forgets it one day.

I wondered, would she still haunt me for being gay if she knew that I liked her?

Who knows?

Like they say, all good things must come to an end.

No matter how painful it is.

"You know, I have to go tomorrow," she said, fiddling with her finger and staring at the grass like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

"Yeah," I answered, and lay down on the grass beside Sakura.

In 6 months, lots of things happened.

First, I got my ass kicked by a girl…well, not literally but she could've if she wanted to. Then I heard the most hilarious and scariest stories of all time starring The Red Skull Yuki. I was accused (?) of being gay by the most stupid reasons ever. I saw her beating the shit out of guards and massaged her legs when it was sore. I saw Sakura eating more of that burnt disgusting things in the cafeteria without wincing or anything, because it was much better than the jail food. Also, the most important thing is that I first experienced the feeling when you have crush on someone.

Damn. Lots of things happened.

"You know what?" she said, suddenly standing up, startling me, and started to run over to the other side of the grass.

"WE'RE GOING TO HAVE SO MUCH FUN TODAY!!!!" she yelled and I wouldn't be surprised if everyone in this reformatory heard that. I smirked and got up, following her to god knows where.

We did all sorts of things: we beat the shit out of guards, well mostly her because, unlike her, I could get beaten up with inch of my life for doing that. We went around and started eating all the vegetables and fruits in the cafeteria; we went around and beat the shit out of the Fucker No. 2 who continued to bug me even after I beat him up.

And as the time passed, I felt growing pain inside me, growing and growing until it overwhelmed my entire being, so painful like it was tearing up each and every one of my cell. But I ignored it. This day was supposed to be fun.

When it comes to saying goodbye, nobody is perfect.

Even the strongest boy in the reformatory.

"Um…well…see you later, I guess." I said awkwardly, all the rest of the people still inside the reformatory because I was the only one who cared about her in this fucking building. Assholes.

"We'll definitely see each other later," she said, handling the ring that I gave to her as a memento approximately 3 months ago. It actually looked good on her, hanging loosely from her pale neck, acting as a necklace.

"Duh, we will. I'll visit you once I get out of this hellhole." I tried to smirk but by the look on her face, I knew I was failing miserably.

"Guess what? You getting out of here are going to be slower than me getting out of jail, so I'll visit on you once I get out. Than maybe I'll adopt you." She tried to smirk as well, but didn't succeed like me.

"I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too…I guess." I blushed, not used to using this kind of cheesy words that were reserved for couples and not me. She smiled and gave me a short, brief but fierce hug before jumping to the car, which was waiting for her.

As I stared at the car and the waving hands that no doubt belong to Sakura, I wondered if we were ever going to see each other again.

"We'll definitely see each other later,"

I smiled and walked back to the reformatory, no doubt that we will see each other later. Somehow.

Because there was no doubt that they would meet agian.

And they both knew it.

There you go! End of the chapter!

I'll get back on track of the original story, I swear. I actually had fun writing this chapter. Even thhough you guys were frustrated as hell waiting for it to come.

Review please! Critics are welcome!

-Sleepygirl