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Thanks to those who reviewed (lol… one but I am still very grateful to you!) favorite, followed… Just so you all know, my writings will never have foul language, so… the M rating is purely for lemon content, so that'll be coming up sometime in the future. And also, these updates are only so fast because I have chapters saved up lol so when I finally get time to write down Truth or Dare's next chapter (those aren't exactly safe to type in front of people…) these updates won't be as fast. :s

This is the longest chapter I've ever written of anything I think. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing. Actually, these long chapters get stuff done. I kind of like it. :] The rich-bashing isn't as constant in this chapter, but still, gomen'nasai.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Sakura's alarm called out to her until she slammed her hand over it to end the annoyance. She groaned and forced her body up, knowing that if she didn't, she would fall right back asleep. Her pink tresses hung heavily in her face as she looked around the unfamiliar room. That's right… I'm in college… she recalled with a frown. She hugged her thin arms and bit her pouty bottom lip. This room was so large it was almost lonely.

Once she felt more awake, Sakura swung her legs over the side of the bed and felt the plush carpeting of the floor with her toes before she placed the full of her foot down. After dragging her feet to the start of the room, she flipped the light switch and the room glowed. She squinted. It was much too bright. Being close to the door, she decided to listen out for perhaps anyone else that may be shuffling around in the hallways: no noise. Was she the first one up? Or perhaps, the last one?

Her heart raced. If she was the last one, when she made it down to the cafeteria, wouldn't they have more of a reason to taunt her? She'd then be known as "lazy" for the rest of the school year. That would not be good. Quickly, Sakura fixed her disheveled appearance: she combed through her hair and braided it over her shoulder; she ironed her school uniform to perfection and dressed in it as quickly as she could manage. Then finally, after brushing her teeth, she briskly walked over to the elevator, hoping with every cell inside her that she was not the last one up.

Now on the main floor, Sakura exited the elevator with a lump in her throat. She looked down at her schedule: classes would start in about two hours. As she ventured through what seemed to be convoluted hallways, she saw none other than Professor Sasuke Uchiha briskly walking down the same hallway, looking down at a stack of papers. Should she greet him? Should she hide? No, why would she hide? That's just silly. It must just be my shyness kicking in… how inconvenient… Sakura frowned. To her surprise, Sasuke looked up and noticed her, and he stepped back a bit.

"Well, you're certainly up early," he cocked his head to the side. Sakura blushed. She still messed up—now, it was too early to be up. "I guess you're actually here to learn then, aren't you?" His voice sounded a strange sort of pleased. It wasn't forced or fake, but she couldn't tell if it was exactly genuine either.

"Isn't that why people come to college?" She responded, unintentionally coming across as sarcastic. Sasuke let a small smile form on his lips for a brief second. This girl certainly treated him differently than the other girls in this school, and it put him at ease. He could be himself. "I—I'm sorry, that came out wrong—"

"Don't apologize," he cut her off. "Only the professors are eating breakfast right now, but the cafeteria is serving nonetheless. You're welcome to join if you'd like." Sakura's heart fluttered. Someone invited her to eat with them? A rich man, at that! She was just some poor commoner, as they would know her, so why was he being so nice? She didn't have a family she could complain to if she was treated wrongly or "not up to standard".

She smiled: Professor Uchiha was nice, legitimately, wasn't he? "I'll go; I would like to meet my other teachers anyways," she said simply, mentally rebuking herself for making up an excuse. She now followed the raven haired professor as he slowed his pace in walking. He was quite some inches taller than her—about five from her estimation. His average face wasn't a scowl, but just one of simply placidity—almost expressing no emotion at all.

"Your name is Haruno, correct?" Sasuke cut off her thoughts much like he did her audible sentence. Sakura flinched, realizing he was now talking to her again.

"Um, yes," she answered, trying her hardest not to allow her shy and awkward social ability to show through. A small grunt escaped his lips in an answer. He asked, so he must have been interested, but he seemed very distant. Sakura wondered how old he was, how long he had been a professor, and what his social status was. She groaned inwardly. Yes, now she was even thinking like those rich people. Who cares about social status?

"We're here," he looked down at her, pushing the large door to the cafeteria opened. Sakura breathed:

"Whoa…" it was amazing: there were large tables—banquet tables—all lined neatly in an orderly fashion. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceilings, giving them their own personal jewelry. Waiters and waitresses moved back and forth in the room gracefully going to each individual table and providing them with the indulgences and necessities that were asked for. This isn't a cafeteria… this is a restaurant… Sakura confirmed in her mind. She swallowed; what had she gotten herself into attending a college like this? It was torture. She was living like the very people she hated, standing next to one of them like that.

"Go on and sit across from the silver-haired man over there," Sasuke nodded rather than pointing. Pointing was too rude for the rich. "I'll come by shortly," he ended, taking his leave from the room after giving her a gentle nudge. Sakura looked in the direction he had nodded: there, she saw the silver haired man—the same one who was standing beside Professor Uchiha when he had come to the student gathering the night before. She shivered, remembering the happenings of the earlier night. Once she mustered up the courage, Sakura went over to the man.

"Um… good morning, Professor Hatake," she bowed slightly after taking a quick glance at his nametag. He smiled at her oddly.

"Would you look at that? You're the first student up, yeah? And you greet me first, Ms. Haruno?" His words were nonchalant. She hardly believed he was rich at all.

"Well, Professor Uchiha told me to wait for him here, so—"

"That freshman teacher, right?" Guy interrupted, smirking at Kakashi Hatake. No, she hadn't greeted him first. This was supposed to be some sort of win for Guy, but she had greeted Sasuke first, so his victory was merely mental. Sakura nodded to answer his inquiry and she took her seat soon after. She fiddled with her fingers under the large table and looked around nervously for Sasuke. Speaking wouldn't be any easier with him around, but at least she had talked to him more than once—even if it was under awkward situations.

Kakashi waved his hand at Guy, brushing him off. "So, Ms. Haruno, how's it feel being in this college?" Sakura thought for a moment. She didn't want to be rude, but her first day there was awful. She didn't want to lie, but the truth was very blunt.

"Well, I… I haven't gotten much of a chance to have an opinion—"

"Are you kidding? Her first day here, she was bombarded by all the students with insults and inquiries. Of course she feels terrible," Sasuke sat beside her, answering the question for her. Sakura glanced over; when had he gotten there, and what would he know about her feelings? Not to say he was wrong, but it was strange that a rich man could understand her.

"Now, now, calm down, Sasuke," Kakashi waved his hands at the short tempered raven. "We all know that you don't like working in the morning, but don't be grumpy and cut people off," the suggested command was obviously a tease. Sasuke scowled.

"I'm not grumpy." Sakura giggled at the curt answer that the young teacher gave, and found it humorous to watch the professors interact in such a casual way. Once Guy had finished his plate of food, he decided to talk to the peculiar girl: "So, Ms. Haruno, did you know that you and Sasuke here are the only freshmen this year?" Sakura's eyes popped open. Professor Sasuke Uchiha—he had such a wonderful name, and he was a freshman just like her. A brand new professor. Maybe that was why he seemed so casual and forced: he hadn't mastered the art of fake happiness that rich people normally had, had he?

When Sakura's meal arrived, she tasted probably the most fabulous meal she had ever in her life. How could these three professors sit here casually and indulge in such pleasure as if it were normal?! She tried to be polite and not inhale her food as she often did when she was alone; even Sasuke was having some manners about him—after all, he was still rich.

"Did they get a new cook or something?" Kakashi wondered aloud as he poked his food. Guy nodded.

"Yes, he just came in yesterday."

"I can tell; I like him better," the smile that filled his lips was comical. Sakura breathed a sigh of relief; she didn't think she could live if he started to insult the food. The last thing she wanted to do was make a bad impression on her teachers, for they were the only ones left that didn't have a formed opinion of her.

"What classes do you teach?" Sakura asked both Kakashi and Guy. Guy, with vigor, spoke up first.

"I teach PE; you did sign up for PE right?!" He asked with a grin. She smiled back and nodded.

"I love to exercise." Sasuke coughed; it was the first noise he had made even since he refused the fact that he was grumpy. Sakura lifted her eyebrows. What had gotten into him? Was he choking? Once he regained himself, he just continued eating.

"That's 'Uchiha' for 'I hate exercising'," Kakashi answered the question Sakura's face was asking. Sasuke gave a quick glare to his senior professor, but said nothing. Sakura wondered if he was always this antisocial with his peers. "And to answer your other question," Kakashi continued, "I teach physics. You do what Sasuke here teaches, yeah?" Sakura frowned. Why did he continue to peak her interest about Sasuke? She didn't want it to be obvious that she wanted to know him better, but it didn't seem like anyone was going to let her get away with secrecy.

"He teaches music right?" She recalled from her memory of the brief encounter at the elevator. She saw a smile curve up the corners of the Uchiha's mouth from her peripheral vision.

"Piano, to be exact. He's a musical genius," Guy complimented the bright young man. Sakura wondered how this silent stoic would manage teaching an entire class without the social help of his peers. She mentally prepared herself to feel like an idiot around him, seeing as music was her absolute worst class.

"So, who can tell me what chord you would hit?" Sasuke questioned his class from behind his desk, pacing as he spoke. He looked out to the lot of them, not seeing any volunteers. Sakura shifted in her seat, begging lady luck to let her off easy. She didn't.

"Ms. Haruno, what chord would we hit?" Sasuke repeated his question after pointing at her. Sakura was paying attention, she really was, but music just didn't sit well with her. She didn't understand it, and she didn't like to answer when she didn't understand. She stood up awkwardly; the whole school was looking at her again.

"Um… B?" She stammered, a flush of red coming over her face.

"Wrong," he retorted and motioned for her to sit down. "We would hit C; why? Because you are to follow the directions given on your music sheets." Sakura was now shifting in her seat; she heard the students next to her snickering. She had been singled out and on top of that, she was wrong. He had said it so bluntly it hurt her.

The class continued on, and every student who was called on got their answers correct—every student besides Sakura. Whenever she was called on, it was wrong. She heard his questions, she listened to his lesson, but every time he asked her it was wrong, wrong, and wrong again. The bell for their next class rang and summoned them to their next class after their homework was assigned. Sakura gathered her books and prepared to leave the room until she heard the smooth voice of her teacher:

"Ms. Haruno, with me for a moment," he looked up at her. She swallowed hard.

"Aw, you should try being smart next time, commoner," Ino taunted her, flashing her witchy grin before walking out. Sakura breathed to regain her nerves after the insult. She approached her professor and sat across from him as he motioned for her to.

"Do you struggle in music, or were you not paying attention to me?" He asked bluntly, apparently not liking to beat around the bush. Perhaps he didn't feel the need to because she wasn't rich like he was. Sakura shrunk at that thought, but answered anyway, "No, I was paying attention I promise—I do struggle in music… it's pretty much my downfall," she blushed in embarrassment. Sasuke sighed harshly and ran his fingers through his soft charcoal mop.

"I can't have you being the only one to constantly stand and get every answer wrong," he said simply with a frown, seeming to pity her inability to grasp the concept of music. "Come and see me once your classes for the day are done, I want to talk to you about this for an extended amount of time." Sakura's eyes widened. Sure, he was her professor; sure, he called her out bluntly and made her look like an idiot; sure, he was rich; but right now, did he just ask her out on a teacher-student date?

"I'm not sure if I can—"

"It wasn't a suggestion, Ms. Haruno," an authoritative smile spread on his lips as he now stood. "I will see you later; I'll wait in the receptionist's office." And with that, he strode off. Sakura stood there, alone in the large classroom, staring at the chair that Uchiha Sasuke once sat it. She wasn't asked on a date, she was forced on one—with her teacher, no less! Her heart beat quickened under the simple thought of talking to him one on one, actually getting to know him…

Sakura shook her head. I can't be thinking like this! He's rich, and he's my professor! He's not a classmate, freshman or not, she reminded herself. The image of her dream came back to haunt her: Professor Uchiha clad in that handsome knightly armor, becoming the knight in her dreams. Before she could expand on her thoughts, a new thought came into mind: her next class. She was late!

She scurried over into the classroom and tried to discretely enter the room. She took her seat and found a note on her desk. I'll read it after class… she thought, shoving the note in her shirt pocket. Everyone was already working on their math problems and it was about time that she started.

After a few hours of classes, the lunch bell rang and they were relieved for their short lasting break. Sakura travelled over into the cafeteria—she was the last one in. Everyone had a seatmate except for her. She spotted Ino and Tenten talking with Hinata and some other girl she hadn't met personally, but people called her "Temari". Next to Hinata was who Sakura had inferred was her boyfriend, Naruto Uzumaki. Beside him was a boy named Gaara; he seemed distant and antisocial, and somewhat hostile.

Sakura wandered around, trying to find an empty table to sit at where she wouldn't be bothered. The emptiest table she could find sat one other person: the boy who gave her the fake smile at the student gathering, Sai. She didn't want to sit with him, and he looked like he was busy drawing some sort of picture, so Sakura took her lunch outside.

She basked in the wondrous spring breeze as she sat under a tree, looking at the glorious view the school provided to the students. To her surprise, she wasn't alone outside: she saw a boy with a pony tail tied atop his head, looking up into the clouds with an empty plate beside him.

"School's such a drag, right?" The boy spoke lazily to her, being aware of her presence almost immediately. She flinched. She hadn't wanted to get into any conversations, but it wouldn't hurt if he talked first, would it?

"I kind of like it, I mean… how else would we learn?"

"But wouldn't it be so much better if we knew everything already? Then we could sleep in and not have any worries in life," he whined, groaning as if he was getting some sort of headache. Sakura bit back a retort: this rich boy didn't know what "worries" were. He was granted with everything because he had the money for such pleasures. She frowned at him and said nothing. Finally, he turned and looked at her. "I guess you wouldn't know though, because you're poor," he added rudely.

"Just because I'm poor doesn't mean I'm dumb," she countered, pulling back a bit. He smiled at her.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," he complied loosely. Sakura was confused; why didn't he argue? "Arguing takes too much energy, so, you're always going to be right, whether or not you're wrong. I'm Nara Shikamaru, by the way." Sakura gawked; this boy was incredible—and not in the good way! Out of pure laziness, he would just brush the world aside? Was it all just some useless game to him or something?

Before she knew it, Sakura heard the bell of lunch's end go off, and she returned to her classes for the rest of the day. By the time she was finished, she was completely exhausted. She slumped into her dorm room bed and looked over her homework assignment pad: there wasn't that much to do; it was only the first day of classes.

She was about to get started on her homework when the words echoed in her mind: "Come and see me when your classes for the day are done." An instinctive smile formed on her lips when his tranquil voice resonated in her head. "He said he would wait in the receptionist's office…" she mused to herself, "I should get ready."

Unintentionally, Sakura found herself taking a shower instead of just "freshening up". She only recalled this was a meeting with her teacher rather than a boy when she was blow-drying her hair. Ugh, why am I acting like this? He's my teacher! Not my… my classmate! She shook her head. Should she dress in her uniform? She wanted to look nice, but what if he didn't like her style? If I dress up, he'll know I didn't go over right when my classes finished… would that be a bad thing? She asked herself, still not quite sure how to deal with this "date" with her professor.

She decided on wearing some casual clothing: a white T-shirt, a faded-green hoody, and light blue jeans. No, she didn't look rich, but she thought she looked cute. After straightening her wavy hair, she strode out her room, heading for the receptionist office. Sakura knew she wouldn't get in trouble for being out of uniform, seeing as classes were over, but it still felt somewhat weird to her—walking through those overly flamboyant hallways in jeans. She sighed and hoped no one would see her.

Once she arrived, she tugged down on her shirt, suddenly feeling inadequate. It would be too late to turn back now, wouldn't it? It's not like he had invited her to see him, he had ordered her too. Sakura breathed in harshly, and as she was about to push open the door, she heard voices from within, one being Karin, the other Sasuke Uchiha:

"You can't possibly be planning on that! That's against school code—you're a professor, not her dog! Don't stoop to that level, Sasuke, you're better than that. You're rich," the voice that was Karin's spewed out the very words that Sakura hated about rich people. She frowned, wishing that pretty lady could have been like one of the nice professors.

"It's not stooping to any level, and technically, it's not my money and you know that," Sasuke's voice retorted to the statement Karin made. Sakura flinched when she heard his voice, but her eyes widened at the last statement: technically not his money? What was Professor Uchiha up to? And what was he planning that's against school code that he would be stooping to… whatever level?

Deciding she would rather interrupt their conversation then get caught eaves dropping, Sakura cracked the door opened. "Um… Professor Uchiha?" She asked shyly, half-cowering behind the door. Both Sasuke and Karin looked over to her: Karin, still being in her work uniform, and Sasuke, dressed in casual clothing from probably the finest designers—the ones that no one even knows how to pronounce their names.

"Ms. Haruno," Sasuke greeted her, not seeming at all phased by her sudden appearance. Karin, however, scowled while backing away from the usual closeness she kept to the Uchiha. "Are you ready?" He asked her with a sudden curtness. Sakura nodded quickly.

"Yes, er… Hello, Ms. Karin…" she greeted with a slight bow of her head. Karin sniffed and waved her hand as some sort of "hello". Sasuke bid Karin good bye and went to join Sakura outside the door. Sakura watched him as they walked: side by side. She was trying her hardest to just think of him as a teacher, but he didn't look much older than her—he felt more like a classmate than a professor—except when he constantly called out "wrong" to her a few hours earlier.

"Do you like the outdoors?" He spoke up, not giving her a glance while he talked; he continued to just look straight ahead to his destination.

"Very much so," she admitted with a smile. "It's refreshing—sometimes, it almost feels like you're in a different world when you look out to the sky, you know?" Sakura realized what she had said after she said it. Of course he wouldn't know: he was rich. Rich people didn't find fascination in the small beauties of life.

"I do that sometimes—as in, pretend," he responded. Sakura couldn't help but inwardly laugh, a small giggle escaping her lips in reality. A rich man? Pretending? What was Konoha coming to? "What?" He looked over at her. She just shook her head.

"Nothing, I um… it's nothing," she stammered, not wanting to tell him the truth, she just avoided the subject altogether; she couldn't tell him that she thought he wouldn't understand because he was rich: mostly because, he was different from most rich people that she knew thus far in the year.

Before she realized it, Sakura found herself outside, alone with Professor Sasuke Uchiha. The breeze was wonderful, but she couldn't feel it. Her nerves were making her hot with embarrassment—thinking that somewhere, somehow, she would mess this all up. "Relax." Sakura looked up to Sasuke; he could tell she was nervous? Now she really had just ruined it!

"I'm sorry I didn't—"

"Quit apologizing just because you feel inferior; look," he took out a small pocket knife and opened it. Sakura lifted her eyebrow, confused as to what he was doing. Sasuke slit a small cut into his arm and showed her the crimson blood dripping. "See? I'm human; you're human. My blood isn't blue. Now, let's sit and talk," he said while slumping onto the grass, re-pocketing his knife.

Sakura's eyes widened. That was something she'd never expect a rich person to do: make themselves equal with her? And her equal with them? She sat down, looking at him an entirely different way: sure, he was rich, but he was human, just like her. "Is your arm okay? You don't want it to get infected," she worried as she absent mindedly reached for the cut arm. Sasuke shrugged.

"Nothing that some water and a bandage can't heal," he said simply, keeping the serenity in his face. His eyes wandered to her hand, which was now holding his arm as she looked at the cut. "Are you a medic?"

"I'd like to think I am… I helped my father with some cuts he got when we were out on the streets," she explained, releasing his arm once she realized she was holding it. "I wanted to go to a medical school, but…" her voice trailed off. He knew the answer: not enough money.

"Hn," he acknowledged her. Deciding to change the subject, he returned to their talk of her musical failure from earlier in the day: "So, about earlier…"

"Oh yeah, um… I'm—" she cut herself off before apologizing, biting her bottom lip. Sasuke shook his head a bit, a slight smile forming on his lips.

"Piano isn't as difficult as some people cut it out to be if you start with the basics and work your way up to something greater," the experienced pianist stated with an air of dignity. "And I can't stand it when someone can't understand it. That's why I feel a need to help you." Sakura looked at him in surprise. He wanted to help her? Or, more correctly, he needed to help her.

"What do you mean…?" She asked, trying to piece the words together.

"I mean this: how would you like to come under my wing? I'll tutor you, and help you grasp the concept of music." Her eyes widened. Professor Sasuke Uchiha: the most handsome man she had ever seen before was offering to spend an extended amount of time with her every day.

"That would be… that would be great!" Sakura attempted to not look as excited as she was. Not only was she going to learn piano, but she got to spend time with the one person who didn't mention her state of wealth at all. He was a freshman, she was a freshman, and now he was more than just a professor: he was her tutor.

"Great," he nodded, "your personal classes will start tomorrow; we'll meet in various places, but tomorrow, let's just meet right back here outside, all right?" She nodded.

"Right; thank you Professor Uchiha!"

Sakura was glowing as she glided back to her room with light feet. She felt as if she was dancing she was so happy. As she changed back into her usual sleeping clothing when she arrived in her dorm, she remembered: the note of her desk. She never read it!

Slumping onto her bed, she opened the crinkled note: "Bad hair and big forehead. Don't get any ideas about Prof. Uchiha—you're barely eighteen and he's 25. Ciao! –Yamanaka Ino"

Sakura's eyes popped opened. Of all the people to know, why her? Why Ino? And Sasuke was twenty-five? That made them somewhere around seven or eight years apart! Her mind turned in confusing circles. Tomorrow would be bad: really bad. If Ino told more people in the school about how she has been hanging around with Professor Uchiha, she won't get off so easily during lunch break as she did today. Sakura said a two word sentence she knew she would probably be saying all year: "Help me…"

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And there is chapter 2 of Professor Uchiha: My Tutor. Honestly, I really don't hate Ino, she's kind of awesome, but I didn't want to make Karin the loser in this school fanfic… In any case, I hope you like it so far, please R&R to let me know. :] Also, if you want, you can tell me what your favorite scene was! I'm interested. Arigatogozaimasu for your support.

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