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Here is chapter six. It would've been up sooner, but I was talking to my cousin and my multitasking skills suck so I couldn't work on it simultaneously. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it! I had some fun with this chapter. :]

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Disturbance… Distance… Hurt… Love… "Hate," Sasuke awoke when the word slipped from his lips. It was three in the morning, and it was Friday. He tossed himself over to his side and pulled the blanket up to his shoulders. His skin was cold; his teeth were clenched in anger. I dreamt of it again… He rebuked his mind for always wandering back to that day at every opportune moment:

The sun was barely risen over the horizon. Sasuke's onyx eyes peeped open; his ears twitched when he heard a sudden sound downstairs. Was that the rolling of suitcases? He sat up and stretched out his arms with a yawn. "Huh?" His eyes darted back and forth innocently throughout his room. Why was it bare? All his things were gone.

Were the suitcases downstairs thieves that robbed his house? "I should tell father…" he mused as he slipped out of bed. He quietly sneaked his way out of his room, being careful not to creek the door or the floor. Although only fourteen, Sasuke wasn't innocent of the world he was living in: being rich, people were always out to get you. Attempted robbery was common, and Sasuke had caught many a thief in their home, but never when he was alone in the house.

He stepped into his parents' room, setting up to wake them in a way they wouldn't draw attention to themselves. He lightly tapped the corner of his bed where his mother slept: it was cold. He drew his hand back in horror. "Mother?" He whispered to the air, for no one was in the bed. "Father's not here either…" he observed, his voice trailing off as he noticed their rooms, too, were barren. "Maybe Itachi will know what to do…" he hoped as he tried to encourage himself.

Chills ran up his arms and he hugged them closer to himself. The hairs on the back of his neck stood in fright as he stepped his way over to his older brother's room. "He doesn't like me going in without knocking, but I don't think he'll mind…" Sasuke talked to himself to keep his nerves calm.

"Itachi?" He whispered when he found his brother packing up a suitcase with every last one of his belongings. Was he the one emptying out the rooms? Itachi wasn't a criminal! Itachi looked over to him with dull eyes: Sasuke knew it was a clouded look of hatred, but he had grown accustom to the looks his family cast at him.

"Foolish little brother," Itachi shook his head, a sinister smile playing at his lips. He tapped the top of Sasuke's charcoal hair. "This is what you force your family to do, you useless accident." Sasuke flinched and backed away from his brother's touch. Tears trickled down his cheeks. It was terrible knowing that no one wanted to you to exist, and Itachi reminded him the most out of everyone.

"Where are you going?" Sasuke questioned with a frown. No one had told him that they were going on a trip, and yet his room was empty too.

"To Tokyo," Itachi answered simply, zipping up his suitcase and walking right by his younger brother without another word. Sasuke stood in his older brother's room for a little longer, letting his eyes wander and examine the space. Then, he took off and followed Itachi.

"Why are you going there?" Sasuke asked, still feeling left out of the situation. Itachi breathed an exasperated sigh and glared at his younger brother.

"Because you're making me; now go back to sleep and stop bothering me. Knowing you exist is bad enough." Sasuke frowned and stepped back timidly. He leaned back on the wall and watched his brother carry his suitcase downstairs.

"I don't want to exist, Itachi…" he whispered, mostly to himself. He didn't want anyone to know how he really felt about himself; they could become the ones to fulfill his dreams. Sasuke peered downstairs through an empty space where he could see and not be seen in turn. He spotted his parents and Itachi speaking to a man from the Hatake family.

He didn't know why, but for some reason his heart pounded hard upon seeing this man. Something about him screamed change, difference, something… terrible. He heard his name mentioned and listened more carefully:

"Yes; we have to go to Tokyo if Itachi will ever have a successful future," Fugaku said simply, the true look of a hateful Uchiha clouding his eyes.

"Well, he's welcome into the Hatake family. However, as per usual, a name of a family is a name: he will still be called 'Uchiha' just as all the other children we Hatake have taken in. Your situation isn't at all unusual. I wish you all the best of luck in Tokyo," the Hatake man stated with the same business like air surrounding him.

Sasuke's heart, rather than pounding, stopped. Noise ceased, he felt like his body was shutting down. He knew they hated him. He knew they wish he didn't exist. He knew that he was ruining Itachi's future, but now… they were… leaving him? They were leaving him all alone to live with the Hatake? Hot tears streamed down his pale cheeks. He clung to the floor and wailed inwardly.

They hate him. They hate him. They hate him… "I'm just a filthy accident… I'm barely even human… family love? What is family love? Running away from me?!" He slammed his fist on the floor over and over again until he felt sharp pain shooting up his arm. Sasuke mumbled and cried uncontrollably to himself; he ground his nails against the skin of his arm until the tips were crimson red with blood.

He shook his head and ran into his bathroom. "I'm not going! I'm not living!" Frantically, he looked around the room, in the shower, in the drawers: he found a shaving razor. "I don't want this… I lived with it in fourteen years—it's enough!" He screamed through his tears and raked the blades across his wrists and watched the blood trickle down the cuts. Sasuke huffed out puffs of air and slumped onto the floor of the bathroom.

"Just let me go!" He screamed into the air. Sasuke wasn't thinking anymore. He didn't care that there were people downstairs that could hear his wails—that could hear him speaking to who knows who. He didn't hear someone come into the bathroom, but he felt strong arms wrap around him and pick him up: the voice was dim.

"What…doing?!" Were the only words he could make out of the fading voice. The face was unfamiliar: silver hair, onyx eyes… he looked young. Maybe seventeen or so… that was three years older than Sasuke. His eyes closed and he blacked out.

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When Sasuke awoke, he found himself lying on the living room couch. "This is hell," he said, thinking he was in his afterlife.

"Are you crazy or something?!" The silver haired Hatake screamed at the young raven, who only glanced over at him dully. "You were… were you going to kill yourself?" Sasuke groaned. He was still alive, wasn't he? Tears trickled down and he pulled at his charcoal mop. "Hey, stop hurting yourself!" He pulled Sasuke's arm off of his hair.

"Don't touch me!" He screamed, slapping away the Hatake's hand. "Where is my family?!" Sasuke wailed as he sat up and glared at the young man in the eyes. "They left me—"

"They're waiting outside; Itachi wanted to say something to you before they took off," he responded. Sasuke's eyes widened and he took off outside. He immediately saw the limousine and ran up the backseat window where he knew Itachi would be. It rolled down slowly and he saw the face of his brother. A smirk filled with hatred was spread across his lips.

Sasuke just looked at him. The vision was blurry due to his tears, but he wanted to take a good look at his brother for the last time in his life. "Happy birthday, my dear accident," the words rolled off Itachi's tongue, and the limo drove off. Sasuke's heart pounded in his chest. It was his birthday. He just turned fifteen. Happy birthday Sasuke: your family just abandoned you. Happy birthday Sasuke: this is the day you ruined your family's life. Happy birthday Sasuke: nobody wanted you to exist. That is what Itachi was saying to him in that short phrase.

The Hatake walked out and stood beside the astonished Sasuke, who seemed frozen in time. "My name is Kakashi; I'll be your caretaker from here on out," Kakashi said, placing a hand on Sasuke's small shoulder. Sasuke shrugged his hand off and placed his own hand on his shoulder.

"I've been here by myself all these years; it's time I faced my reality. I hate them too," his demeanor changed. Sasuke's face took on a look of distant placidity rather than the innocence he had for fourteen years. Kakashi looked at the new creature that had just formed before him: an Uchiha who hated the rich just as much as they hated him. A young child who had to face the life of the rich, and yet be treated like the poor was standing before him, eyes dark with disdain.

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Two years past and Sasuke walked in the breeze of spring, now seventeen years old. The wind hit the bangs out of his pale face, now matured with the years of torture he was still trying to learn to live with. Living with the Hatake was easier than living with the Uchiha, but it was still painful. They were all rich and money hungry and would do anything to increase their massive load of Yen.

He walked alone down the walkway beside a park, just as he always chose to do. He didn't want to be with anyone else, even if the Hatake were more lenient. He enjoyed his time alone in the nature, even if he couldn't stay out as long as he would like to. This was his time to think of his future. His parents were still supporting him, as they were told to do by the law of Konoha. He didn't know how their status was in Tokyo because no one cared enough to send word back to him.

His life was already broken since he was born, but it truly fell apart on his fifteenth birthday. He huffed out a sigh of air and ran his fingers through his hair. The world of the rich was merciless—even to their own family. He looked to his left and saw all the commoners' children stumbling around and playing with each other. He smiled. They were so joyful… so free…

While his focus was on his left, a Frisbee hit his right temple and his eye twitched. That better have been an accident. He turned, and seeing as the two kids weren't giggling, it must have been an accident after all. They were two girls: one with deep brown hair tied to the back of her head in a ponytail and the other with cotton candy pink hair and glossy emerald orbs. The brunette shoved the pinkette forward—they both looked shy, but the brunette more so than the pinkette.

They looked around ten years old each. Sasuke got down on one knee and picked up the Frisbee and tapped it against the pink haired girl's chin with a slight smile. "You dropped something," he said in a sweet tone. The girl grinned and accepted the returned toy.

"Thank you, mister! You're pretty lovely!" The girl giggled and tapped a kiss on his cheek and skipped off. Sasuke smiled and kept walking. The small joys of helping a child made him happy.

"One day… maybe someone will say that to me who's older and understands the meaning of it," Sasuke mused to himself, thinking further into his future, and walking back to the Hatake Estate.

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"Oh Kami…" Sasuke's eyes widened upon his realization.

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Sakura stretched and yawned. A tired smile curved on her lips. "It's Friday!" She squealed happily as she flipped out of bed. She hummed a little tune tor herself as she ironed her uniform. She looked to her clock: she had enough time for a bath. I'm going to spoil myself today for sure! She giggled a promise in her head.

Sure she had to get through the classes and the torture of today, but right after school, all of the rich kids would be leaving the school to go to their homes for the weekend. She would have the whole college to herself.

After ironing, she filled her tub with warm water and put bubble bath solution inside and oils that set well with her sensitive skin, making it healthier. She relaxed in the massive tub and breathed out a contented sigh. This is so great! I love getting up early! She splashed around in the cozy water, cleaning herself all the while.

When she was finally done, Sakura dressed into her uniform and took the elevator down to the lobby floor. She met up with Sasuke, who looked as if he had barely gotten any sleep. "Did you not sleep well?" She frowned.

"No," he groaned. "I woke up at three and couldn't go back to sleep…" his voice trailed off. Sakura felt his eyes studying her face. Was there something there, or was he just tired?

"Are you okay?" She tipped her head to the side and looked up at him. Realizing his actions, Sasuke pulled back away from her and shook his head.

"Yeah, I'm fine; c'mon, I bet you're hungry," he said in changing the subject. Sakura nodded and accepted the change; she could tell he wasn't in a bad mood, but confusion plagued his face. She figured it was something he could work out, so she left it alone and followed him to the cafeteria.

She ate with the professors: Sasuke, Guy, and Kakashi, as usual. Kakashi also seemed in better moods after that full day of not speaking with Sasuke. "Ms. Haruno, ballroom dancing classes will be over soon," Guy encouraged her with a laugh. She laughed back.

"Oh good! Will it all be over with for the year?" Her eyes glowed. She heard Sasuke and Kakashi chuckled under their breaths, Sasuke saying something like "you wish".

"Well," Guy continued, "every year we take the students out to the Hyuga Estate to have a formal party, so you'll probably want to know how to dance for that!" Sakura's eyes popped open. A formal party? With all the students? What kind of torture would that day have in store with her?

"O—oh…" she mumbled with timid eyes.

"You don't have to dance with anyone, Ms. Haruno," Sasuke pointed out with an encouraging tone. Sakura smiled up at him weakly. At least there was always someone on her side. "But you should still go; I think you would have at least a little bit of fun. It's happening pretty much right after you finish your ballroom classes," Sasuke continued, on a different note. She sighed.

When breakfast was completed for both professors and students, Sakura began her walk over to her classes, but before she could make her way to the classroom, Ino tugged her hair and slammed her against the wall. "Hey forehead!" She yelled. "Are you serious?! Didn't I tell you to stay away from him?! You're in for a world of hurt, commoner," she sneered.

"You really should listen to Ino," Tenten said mockingly from behind Ino, slapping Sakura across her face.

"I don't think an animal has enough common sense to listen to her," Temari stated scornfully, grabbing Sakura by her face. Sakura eyes filled with horror. She didn't want to be tortured like this again—words made her cry, but physical abuse left her with marks to remember what happened, and exactly how it happened.

"Hey, hey break it up, ladies!" Sakura's geometry teacher had happened to be walking down the same hall that she was being abused in. Asuma slowly pulled Ino off of Sakura; Temari and Tenten backed off willingly. "What's going on here?" He frowned, looking at the four of them sternly.

"She called me a pig!" Ino lied, a believable frown spreading on her lips. Sakura's eyes widened. She just straight up lied to the teacher!

"N—no I didn't!" Sakura stammered, making the truth less believable. Asuma scratched the back of his head.

"Well, Ms. Haruno, apologize." Sakura ground her teeth and groaned inwardly. She had to apologize for something she didn't even do? The rich… are incredible… her heart pounded and she clenched her fist in anger.

"I'm… sorry…" she grunted through clenched teeth. Ino spread an innocent smile across her lips.

"See, Haruno? It's that easy! It didn't have to go this far," she giggled wickedly and strode off with her gang. Sakura tapped the wall with her fist. That smug rich girl just ran away from her problems—she wasn't obligated to face anything. Just throw it on the poor! That's what they always would do!

Sakura trudged to the rest of her first class, a grimace filling her face. They were all so pompous; the worst part was that everything they thought really was true: in Konoha, the world really did revolve around the rich. But! It was Friday. She couldn't let them ruin her last day before the weekend.

She couldn't focus on any class she had throughout the day. Sakura had her mind on one thing and one thing alone: why was Professor Uchiha looking at her like that? He looked at her as if he had seen her somewhere before—but, not in the "I saw you yesterday" way that he should have been looking at her. I wonder if he'll look at me like that during music class… she groaned inwardly. She didn't like that look. It set her back—it made her feel… strange. And it also reminded her of how much older he was than her, not that he looked the part.

Even at twenty five, he barely looked older than her, and she was eighteen! Placidity filling his onyx orbs, his pale face contrasting with his dark hair providing him with a look of regal elegance, and a straight nose without the pompous turn that rich people tended to have—his features made him look more like a classmate than a professor.

Sakura trudged down the halls over to physics class and slumped in her seat. She situated herself and took out her homework. "U—um, poor girl?" Hinata approached her cautiously, clutching her books close to herself. Sakura looked over, rebuking herself for constantly responding to the statement of "poor girl".

"H—Yes?" She shook her head, once again stopping herself from the Uchiha-like expression.

"How about today? Would you like to join me for lunch…?" Hinata seemed all too eager for Sakura's liking. Something had to be up—especially after the way this Hyuga acted on day one at the student's meeting. She shook her head.

"No thank you; I'll be elsewhere during the hour," she responded with simplicity, fiddling with her pencil. She thought she heard Hinata "tsk" but when she looked back up at the rich girl, she looked… normal. Too normal.

"Okay then," Hinata responded without disturbance and left to sit in her own seat.

Physics went by slowly; mostly because some of the students decided that doing the weighty assignment was too much for one day, so they didn't do it at all. Professor Hatake shook his head at this fact, and made them all regret it: everyone had to redo their homework assignments during class and there was yet another weighty homework assignment for the evening. Sakura, who had actually did her homework, was allowed to exit the class when she finished their actual lesson; so she ventured to go to the library until music class.

Sakura didn't plan on running into Professor Uchiha, but how was she supposed to know he like to read? There he is… she thought to herself, taking a gulp of air and sitting in one of the seats. Maybe if I read he won't know it's me… she told herself, forgetting that she was the only person in the school—perhaps in all of Konoha—with pink hair.

"Shouldn't you be in physics class?" Sasuke asked her with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Sakura blushed and shook her head.

"I was let out early because I did my homework," she answered with a smile. Sasuke shrugged and continued reading. Sakura was somewhat relieved. He didn't seem to be looking at strangely at all anymore. Perhaps he was over it? No, he wasn't: she saw his look back over at her with those strange studying eyes once again. "Um… Professor Uchiha?" She got his attention, and he broke out of his deep state of thought.

"Hn?"

"Why are you looking at me like that…?" She asked cautiously, not wanting him to change the subject this time. He didn't seem to have a way out, seeing as they weren't heading to breakfast this time. He sighed.

"This is going to be a really… weird question. Did you have a brunette friend when you were about… ten?" He asked hesitantly, not seeming to want to ask the question at all. Sakura's eyes popped open. How does he know about Haru?!

"Um… yes… her name was Kobayashi Haru; she was like, my only friend really… the only left before she moved away too… How did you know about that?" She leaned forward and noticed his expression changed: he looked perturbed. What could possible bother him so much about her knowing Haru?

"I just know things," he answered vaguely, returning his attention to the book he was reading. Sakura sighed, not finding that answer very satisfactory. "The truth is," he continued, to her delight, "I think that I've seen you somewhere before some years ago. Things are matching up way too well…" his voice trailed off. Sakura could feel that that "meeting" they might have had wasn't exactly a good thing.

"Is that a bad thing…?" She frowned. He shook his head shortly, but said nothing. Before she could try to find out anything else, it was time to head to the music room for classes, so the two of them decided on walking together.

It was strange: everything seemed to be weaving a way for her to spend more and more time with Professor Uchiha. She wakes up early to spend breakfast with him; she's terrible in music, so he became her tutor; he found out she was being abused, so they spend lunch together, and now here she is, walking side by side with him heading over to her music class. This raised a smile to her lips. Sakura thought for a moment that she might be too easily pleased, but how could someone not smile when someone as handsome as Sasuke wanted to be in their company?

In music class, they began to learn the second half of Fur Elise. Sakura groaned. She was even worse at the second half than she was at the first half. She tried what Sasuke had told her about loosening her hands, but at this point nothing was working—she remembered her tutoring lesson, and how he had guided her fingers to glide across the keys. Maybe I can do it on my own…

Sakura closed her eyes and felt for the keys; she made tons of mistakes, but eventually, she felt her fingers being subconsciously guided along the keys and she was producing music—choppy music—but music nonetheless. She grinned at her success, and found her teacher smiling back at her.

After the dreaded PE class and another day of attempting to silence Lee, Sakura made her way up to the eighth floor and made her way to room B for lunch. Sasuke welcomed her once again into his dorm room, messy as it was, and sat himself on the floor after closing the door. "Professor Uchiha, I don't think I can take much more of PE," Sakura frowned, accepting the portion of food he divided with her.

"It'll be worth it in the end, even if you do have a crap partner," Sasuke said simply as he shrugged. Sakura laughed, never hearing him insult someone in such a way. "So, what are your plans for the weekend?" He asked her, seeming quite interested.

"I don't really have any," she admitted with a blush. "I was just going to hang around at the college since I'll basically have it all to myself," she giggled with a grin.

"I was planning on going out to the city and buying some things…" Sasuke mumbled, but then looked up at her. "Going alone isn't exactly enjoyable, though, I'll admit." The hint was obvious, and it reddened Sakura's cheeks.

"W—well, I could go along if you… um… want?" She hesitated. Maybe it wasn't a hint after all. Sasuke allowed a smile to curve the corners of his lips.

"That could be interesting," he mused. "What time do you think you'll be ready?" Sakura realized that the more they spoke about it, the more it was sounding like an actual date. She swallowed a little.

"Um… maybe around nine?" She guessed. Sasuke nodded.

"Sounds like a plan." All the awkward feelings from early seemed to have dissipated from his eyes, and Sakura was quite glad of that.

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"Going alone isn't exactly enjoyable, though, I'll admit"… that had to be a hint, and besides, I'm going now… this is my first real date ever! I'm going to go on a date with my professor… Oh Kami, that sounds so wrong! Sakura shook her head and tried to focus on her homework. She had to finish it quickly, for it was almost time for her tutoring.

Her eyes ventured around her dorm room. I wonder what Professor Uchiha would think of the way I live? She wondered, tapping the eraser of her pencil on her chin. His room was pretty messy, and Sakura usually didn't like messy, but there was a sort of hominess about the mess that made Sakura not notice it too readily.

Slipping off her bed, Sakura decided to get ready. She dressed herself in a pair of black jeans and an airy pink top with a white tank top underneath. Quickly, she snatched up her notes and went to the room in which they planned to meet: the music room. "Hello!" She smiled.

"Hn," he greeted her with a nod. "Are you ready?" She nodded and sat herself down on the piano seat. Sasuke sat beside her, tempting Sakura to scoot in closer to him, but she resisted. "Were you able to play it in class?"

"Kind of," she responded. "I was making a lot of mistakes, but I managed to play it in a… weird way."

"All right, let's hear it," he smiled, and she nodded and began to play. Sasuke could tell that she was getting better, and he gazed proudly at the success of his student. Before he could give her pointers, Karin walked into the music room and looked over both of them. Sakura swallowed when she heard Sasuke let out a slight groan at the sight of his cousin.

"Sasuke," Karin began, "Hatake-sensei needs you to pick up some things for him tomorrow—for when we go to the Hyuga Estate?"

"Can't he go himself? I'm not going in that direction and someone else is coming with me and I don't want to inconvenience them," Sasuke argued simply. Sakura blushed. He didn't want to inconvenience her? That made her smile.

"It's just to buy beer!" Karin put her fists on her hips.

"Beer? Seriously? The students can't drink that, they're all underage," Sasuke persisted in his attempt not to go. Karin shook her head.

"For the professors; and 'no' isn't an option because I can't go because I have to talk to the Hyuga's and let them know that we're going to be going over there on Tuesday!"

"You can do that Monday," Sasuke said matter-of-a-factly and placed his fingers on the piano and began to play. Loud. Sakura broke out laughing at the childish behavior of the two cousins as Karin raised her voice louder and louder to try and match the ear piercing song that Sasuke had chosen to play.

As he was playing, Sakura watched his fingers glide effortlessly across the piano, pushing down easily to make the note sing louder than he usually would. He had a genius that Sakura didn't think that anyone else could possibly have, and she enjoyed watching and hearing him play—even at this height of sound.

"SASUKE UCHIHA!" Karin finally managed to scream over the piano's limit, and Sasuke ended his taunting song on a low note.

"Yes?" He questioned innocently. Karin fumed with a red face and pointed at him angrily.

"You are going to the store tomorrow and buying it, OKAY?!"

"Sure," he shrugged, seeming not to mind at all. Karin shook her head, obviously infuriated, and strode out the room with a huff.

"You're mean, professor!" Sakura couldn't help but laugh at the encounter. Sasuke grinned and shrugged.

"You should probably get back to your room, it's getting late," he pointed out, slipping off the piano seat. Sakura nodded and followed with similar actions.

"Yeah… um… well good night…" she smiled. I really… really… really want to kiss him… She didn't notice that she was staring at him the whole time she thought.

"Yes?" Sasuke lifted an eyebrow and gave her a questioning look. She shook her head; she couldn't possibly ask him that—it would be too soon, wouldn't it? But if it was, why couldn't she help but think like this?

"Just um… can you um—like, lean… down-ish?" She blushed profusely, realizing that she was going against her thoughts of forgetting it.

"Okay?" Sasuke looked confused, but listened to her request and leaned down a bit. Sakura pecked his cheek with a quick kiss before she realized what she was doing. Both their eyes popped open and they stared at each other.

"Um, yeah," Sakura said quickly, "that was just—um… yeah, wow," she laughed nervously.

"Right… um… yeah. Uh, good night," Sasuke shook his head, a tint of red flushing his cheeks. Awkwardly, they both made their way out of the music room and went up to sleep in their dorm rooms.

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And there you have chapter six. I hope you enjoyed it! :] And… I'll be working on chapter seven and such, as you now. R&R please, and arigatogozaimasu to all you supporters. Tell me what your favorite part/section/line was maybe? I'm interested. :]

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