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Love Story

Chapter 4 – Failure to launch

"Sas…uke-kun," Sakura moaned as the raven haired teen nipped the skin on her neck. They were supposed to be in fifth period yet the janitor's closet seemed a much better suggestion. They'd easily snuck out – and no-one would rat out the king and queen if the teachers asked.

They'd been doing this a few times lately – sneaking out class and creeping into the janitor's closet before locking it tightly shut. Yet the darned bell would ring before they could get anywhere interesting. But not today, today periods had been lengthened and Sasuke was going to take full advantage of that.

The kiss she shared with Naruto the previous day grinded every bone Sakura owned in guilt. It was never supposed to happen – it shouldn't have happened and she shouldn't have let it happen. It was an idiotic act, a waste of her time. When Naruto had first touched her lips she should've resisted and walked away. She should have let him known she was taken.

But she didn't. Sasuke hadn't even occurred to her when she and the blonde had been lip-locked. And that scared her.

She loved Sasuke Uchiha and she had cheated on him. And she hadn't even thought of him when she'd cheated.

So it was simple, meaningless kiss with her best friend's fiancé – No big deal.

Only that simple, meaningless kiss was a lot more meaningful than the kiss she was currently in. This kiss was cold and rough and mainly lustful. Naruto's kiss was so warm, so soft and sparked with electricity. An unknown feeling had bubbled within her heart when they'd kissed. Now only hormone-induced heat soared through her body. It shouldn't be like this, it should be the other way around. Sasuke's kisses should be meaningful and warm, not Naruto's. Sasuke's kisses should be sparked with electricity and love. She should feel more than lust from them, more than want and desire.

Sasuke's hand reached for Sakura's buttons on her shirt and he slowly undid them. Sakura felt this action but did nothing but simply pull Sasuke closer.

She needed to erase Naruto from her mind – and this was the way.

She moaned as the raven haired Uchiha's kisses descended lower, his lips brushing the material of her bra. Her shirt lay strewn across the floor and Sasuke's soon joined it.

The urgency between them grew as they fought one another. The need, the desire, the lust for one another was incredible. It was euphoria of new emotions for both as they continued to act on instinct. They explored one another hastily – wanting to feel everything.

Sasuke's hands ghosted down Sakura's stomach and began playing with the elastic of her checked skirt. He then hesitantly began pulled the fabric, waiting for her reaction.

Sakura's mind kicked in and the kiss between them was instantly halted. Her eyes widened wildly as she computed the situation. This was wrong she deduced – totally wrong. To lose one another outside of marriage and in a janitor's closet was insane. This was something they shouldn't merely cast aside. The moment should be special, sacred and beautiful, not lusty, hot and desire-filled.

"Sakura," Sasuke growled in annoyance as he glared, "Why are you stopping?" he questioned, though it sounded more like an order. He wanted her, she was his girlfriend, and he wanted her now. It didn't matter where they were or how, he just wanted it now.

The pinkette gulped and hurriedly covered her bare chest with her arms, "I'm not ready for this Sasuke," she whispered and blushed deeply. She hated his anger and this was no exception.

"Hn," Sasuke grunted and rolled his obsidian eyes in frustration. He wanted to be a good boyfriend and obey Sakura's wishes but his body had wishes too. He fought against himself and used every ounce of self-control to win the battle. Yet it didn't calm him in the least. He stormed to where his shirt was thrown and yanked it on. He then exited the closet without a second glance – leaving Sakura behind.

The pinkette said nothing as he left. She stood in place, hoping he'd come back and apologize and then they'd ride into the sunset. But it was futile. Sasuke wasn't coming back any time soon. He'd abandoned her for not fulfilling his wishes and now she would pay for it.

She sniffed air in deeply and breathed out slowly. She was a traditionalist because she wanted to wait until marriage. It was a moral and a value that she wouldn't break. Yet that didn't mean it wouldn't hurt.

With slow, morbid steps, Sakura collected her shirt and lazily shrugged it over herself. It was no big deal – Sasuke would come around soon and it would all work out she reasoned and nodded. There was no need to worry.

Then was there a reason why she was crying?

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"You all packed to head over to Suna tomorrow?" Shikamaru questioned Naruto as he threw items of clothing into a bag. The Konoha Motor Club had been invited to compete in Suna against teams from all over the country. It was a great honor to be chosen.

Naruto gulped nervously, "Hehe… I kind of have a problem," he admitted and grinned anxiously. He didn't want to face Shikamaru's rarely-seen wrath.

The brunette's eyebrow twitched dangerously, "What do you mean Naruto?" he calmly questioned. He wouldn't allow the blonde to back from the race – he was their one shot at doing well. They'd win a lot of money off the competition if he competed and won. He hated admitting it, but Naruto was their trump card. They used the blonde a little too much. It was nearly unfair.

"You remember that Sakura girl from three days ago?" the blonde queried. Shikamaru nodded as the pinkette's face reappeared in his mind. He then cringed at the fight she and Ino had engaged themselves in. "Well she has a birthday party tomorrow and she invited me and I said I'd go and I can't back down on my word now! She is Hinata's friend after all," he rambled, praying the brunette understood the mumbled words.

"Troublesome," Shikamaru muttered and groaned in mild frustration. He ran a hand through his neat dark brown locks. Naruto could probably make it on time if he left early Saturday morning. Yeah, that would work yet he was scared. If Naruto didn't pitch then the club was in trouble. And Shikamaru was no fool – he knew the rapidly rising affection Naruto had for the little pinkette snob. And he knew the pinkette felt the same. Something would happen at that party – something that shouldn't but the blonde would go with or without his permission.

He sighed at Naruto's hopeful expression, "You can go," he paused, watching Naruto's lips spread into a grin, "But you have to leave EARLY on Saturday morning to be in Suna on time. And I mean EARLY Naruto," he ordered and noted that Naruto's grin hadn't faded in the least.

"Thank you Shikamaru!" Naruto exclaimed and bear-hugged the brunette. Shikamaru struggled against the blonde's grip and protested loudly but the sun-kissed blonde wouldn't release him. Someone was over-excited…

When Naruto finally did let go, Shikamaru felt his lifespan had been shortened some and he gulped in air excessively. That boy didn't know his own strength!

"I promise I won't be late whatsoever," Naruto stated and walked out the clubhouse – probably to finish decorating his Hayabusa. He was like a kid at a candy shop with that bike. It was almost… scary. But the bike was amazing so it made Naruto's actions slightly less eccentric.

Shikamaru smiled softly as he walked over to one of the couches in the clubhouse. He flopped onto it and sank into the cushiony material. This was the first couch that the Konoha Motor Club had ever owned and he was proud. He'd worked for seven years to get this club going – since he was 15 – and it had paid off.

He glanced at the photos dotting the wall and fond memories entered his head. Most of them had Ino inside them since she was the one that prompted everyone to take the photos. He'd been dating the white-blonde for two years now. She was sixteen when he first asked her out. Her parents had hated him because he was a 'biker' and they refused to allow her to date him. So they'd done the next best thing – dating in secret. It had worked well until six months ago when Mr and Mrs Yamanaka had found out and grounded Ino until she was 21.

But that didn't stop them. He always managed to sneak into her room somehow and they'd spent the night together. He'd then leave in the early hours of the morning so that he avoided her parents. But one night he woke in the middle of the night due to the sound of his doorbell ringing insistently. He was expecting some teenage delinquent but he'd been greeted by a pair of all too familiar baby-blue eyes.

It was Ino – she'd fought with her parents and then she ran away. She ran away to him. The fight had been about him and Ino had admitted that she loved him. Her parents were horrified and they kicked her out the house. Well they planned to send her to a reform school in Amegakure. So she'd run away before they could.

Her parents knew she was with him and they detested it but Ino had stubbornly refused to go back home. She wouldn't leave him now and he didn't want her to. He wouldn't show it but he loved her too and somehow she knew this too. He was grateful for that because he would have never been able to express it to her.

He was planning to propose next year when she left school. It would be awkward for her to be married while still in school (not that he'd asked her) and so he put those plans on hold. He could wait because they had all the time in the world to be together. Her parents accepted that she loved Shikamaru and they left her to be with him. Their threats had diminished and they no longer made deals with Ino to try and get her back.

It was sweet bliss and he was getting used to it. He was getting used to having Ino as his and only his – no parents or other men. He knew this because he picked her up from school everyday on his motorcycle for all to see. Sometimes a reputation as a biker was a good thing!

He glimpsed at the wall clock and his eyes widened. With uncharacteristic speed he bolted off the couch and out the clubhouse. He then headed to his navy-green BMW K1200S and revved the engine.

If he was late to pick up Ino from school, he was going to be in serious trouble.

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"Where were you at break Sakura-hime?" a student and lackey named Ayami Takahashi questioned the pinkette at lunch. They shared fifth period together and being the Queen's lackey she was concerned. Hence the reason she named the pinkette 'Sakura-hime'.

"Why are you even asking Ayami?" Ai Hasegawa, another lackey, frustratedly added and picked at her manicured nails. "We all know she and Sasuke were busy in the janitor's closet," the bluenette stated and continued examining her shining blue coated nails. She then lazily flicked her head in Sakura's direction, "The king did finally de-flower you right?"

Sakura blushed in shame. Ai Hasegawa was as 'loose' as they got. Sakura was two years her senior and the bluenette had worlds more experience than herself. It was slightly embarrassing to admit she wanted to wait. But these girls respected and adored her so maybe she could indoctrinate them into thinking her value was best. She nodded, that was a plan.

"I told him I wanted to wait," Sakura casually said, flicking a tendril of pink from her face. "We're not married yet," she paused, "What if he has some funky disease that could be fatal?" she reasoned and several girls eagerly nodded in agreement.

All but Ai Hasegawa

"Haha," the emerald eyed girl laughed. She clutched her stomach from laughter and people from around the room began to stare. Ayami quickly shook the cackling girl, "Not now Ai! People are staring!" Yet the girl didn't stop – her laughter only intensified.

"You're kidding Sakura-hime!" she called out in-between fits of giggles. "You're telling us that you think waiting is better? You actually believe in waiting?" she then pointed accusingly at Sakura, "You're the one who always tells us to follow our instincts but you don't even follow your own advice!"

Sakura paled as Ai's eyes grew menacing. She gulped and let out a strained breath, "I'm sorry Ai but I didn't mean it in that way. I meant if you see a really great deal on a really great pair of shoes then follow your instinct and buy the shoes. You're 16, I didn't think you'd be doing that type of stuff," she warily admitted and hid her face. The blush she wore was shameful and her loose hair couldn't cover it.

Ai's expression turned from laughter to rage as she glared daggers at Sakura, "It's your entire fault," she growled in a low whisper before pushing herself off the table and storming out the room. Sakura, Ayami and almost the whole school watched Ai's hasty exit. No-one said a word for a few shocked moments and an uncomfortable silence filled the room.

Sakura sighed, "Who's coming to my birthday tomorrow?" she loudly questioned and millions of 'I'm am's' filled the room and raucous chatter followed. She'd managed to somehow save the day and relief filled her. She'd have to deal with Ai somehow, she just didn't know how to get through to the girl – she'd always been secretive. Sakura hadn't even had the faintest idea that the bluenette was doing unmentionable things because of a statement.

She cast her gaze downward and shame replaced the relief. She hadn't been paying attention to her underlings – she never did. Thus, this was the result. Emotions welled up in the emerald eyed girl as she fought back tears. She could really use a warm, soothing hug from Naruto right now.

Wait, rewind

A hug from Naruto? She mentally shook herself, it was the second time that day she'd thought of his touch. He popped into her head at random times of the day, everyday but to think of his touch twice was a lot for the girl. And since when were hugs soothing?

She was caught in temporary insanity she reasoned. There was no other reasonable explanation. Yeah, that was definitely the reason.

Then why was her heart thunderously beating?

A tap on her clothed shoulder brought her back to reality, but the beating didn't slow at all, and she could feel someone's hot breath against her ear, "Tomorrow night," the voice whispered and Sakura immediately recognized the sultry voice – Sasuke.

He then laid a kiss on her neck and vanished silently – just like he'd silently appeared behind her. But what would happen tomorrow night? What was Sasuke planning? Those thoughts raced through her mind and she couldn't find any explanation to his behavior. At least she knew he wasn't angry at her and that relieved her.

And on the plus side she'd be seeing Naruto tomorrow. They could talk about the kiss they'd shared and what happened from then on.

That brought a smile to her face.

And you know what? Sasuke Uchiha didn't even occur to her.

Well I hope you liked it! It's mainly an intermission of sorts... Because the next chapter is filled with fluff and where things really start kicking into gear!

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