Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or its characters
OH MY GOSH….. sorry, I wasn't getting much time to type at all—everything went all crap and I got super busy around the house… bull crap. Plus I got traumatized online after reading about hard flaccid. That's the time when you make sure your thingie is all right. Yeah, I hate the internet sometimes… T. But I guess I could blame my curiosity as well. Anyways, enjoy chapter eight—I made it a bit longer due to how long I made you all wait. Gomen'nasai for that.
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Sunday dragged along. It was a slow, rainy day for Sakura. Sasuke couldn't spend any time with her because he had to prepare his lessons for the upcoming week—that is, all the days except for Tuesday. That is when all the students and professors would go over to the Hyuga Estate for the formal party. Was Sakura excited? No.
It was now Monday, and she was poking at her food, not having much of an appetite. Today, she would have her test on her ballroom dancing, except they were switching up partners to make sure that they could cope with other people. In a way, that would be good. However, even if Lee drove her to near insanity, at least he was… nice? Not respectful and nice wasn't quite the word… It was just that he was merely annoying and lacking the mean spirit of the rest of the rich. "Not hungry?" Sasuke asked her, glancing at her untouched plate. She shook her head.
"I'm concerned about PE tests… they're today, and then we're going over to that party on Tuesday. I don't know if I'll do well—we're switching partners," she shivered, hugging her arms rather than holding her fork. Guy couldn't help but chuckle, and Kakashi read a book at the table rather than engaging in conversation.
"You'll be all right Ms. Haruno!" Guy encouraged her. "I handpicked a partner for you who I don't think will trouble you as much as Lee." Sakura's eyes light up, but then she frowned. What if he chose Sai: Ino's boyfriend? She would definitely be in for it then—even if it was her fault or her choice. "His name is 'Neji'." Sakura sunk in her chair. Tenten's boyfriend… like that would be any better. It's times like these when you just want to run and hide from the world…
"Sakura, eat up; you'll never pass if you're too hungry to focus," Sasuke pointed out, nudging her under the table to begin eating. Sakura nodded and reluctantly obeyed her professor. Things were not looking bright for her, and it was the day before the formal party. What was she supposed to do if Tenten was giving her the death-stare all through PE? Forget an empty stomach; she would be too focused on keeping her life than passing the test!
When breakfast was completed, Kakashi and Guy departed from Sasuke and Sakura to make a few adjustments to their lessons, or prepare the classrooms for the arrival of the students. The two freshmen walked together, meandering down the halls with no specific destination. They just wanted to be together, and for them: that was enough.
Sakura breathed out a sigh, wishing that today wouldn't have to stress her out so much. She had really only seen the worst of Ino, with Tenten or Temari backing her up, so she couldn't imagine what kind of damage Tenten would do to her when she found her dancing with her boyfriend. "Are you that nervous?" Sasuke read her facial expression, looking down at her knitted brows. Sakura frowned.
"Is it that obvious?" He nodded and interlaced his fingers with hers, taking her hand into a gentle grip.
"It's not like it's your fault that you're dancing with him, right?"
"Yeah, but they don't care," Sakura explained, sighing all the while. "They don't care about anything—it's like, they just want some kind of excuse to slap me and insult me and…" Sasuke gave her hand a gentle squeeze and looked up at the ceiling.
"She won't have time to hurt you," he said simply. "Lunch is right after PE, and you'll be with me then. After that, classes are over and she'll be doing homework while you're being tutored. Then, we go to dinner, and the day is out. There's no time," he encouraged her. She smiled slightly.
"I hope they just don't try to work any sort of magic into making time. I think they might be witches…" she mumbled, knowing her comment was ridiculous. Sasuke chuckled and shook his head at the joking pinkette.
After talking with him for a bit longer, Sakura strode over to her first class, slipping in her seat with a simple placidity filling her face. She hadn't realized it, but with all the time she was spending with Professor Uchiha, it was changing her own facial expression. Little did she know, that facial expression had Ino sick. She couldn't stand seeing that pink haired commoner with such an air of confidence about her—with such a regal placidity that made her seem like a rich person. Sakura was doing it again: she was trying to be equal with the rich.
Sakura heard Ino storm up from her seat, but before she could make her way over the innocent poor girl, Professor Kurenai Yuhi came in to begin their English class. "All right, everyone please be seated. We're going to begin class now. Take out your homework," Kurenai said, a slight smile filling her feminine lips. Sakura pulled out her homework and glanced around the room. I won't be seeing any of this tomorrow because of the party… I hope that I can have a good time over there…
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The bell went off and all the students made their way out of the room by couples. Sakura exited by herself in the back. Her eyes veered off and focused on Hinata and Ino, who were whispering as they looked back at her. What are they talking about? Sakura wondered, frowning. She knew Ino didn't mean well, and she had a feeling that Hinata didn't, but something about seeing it was worse than simply believing it.
In geometry, it seemed that no one was paying attention. Asuma continued to call out students, asking them to look up to the front, or to stop passing notes. Sakura sighed, wishing that class could move on to the lesson. Why did rich people even bother attending college if they were still acting like high school students? They weren't here to learn at all. "Sai, would you please pass that drawing up?" Asuma bit back an annoyed groan that threatened to escape his lips.
"Oh well, I didn't get to finish," Sai shrugged, passing the paper up to the professor, while the class chuckled quietly. Asuma looked at the picture and his eyebrows shot up.
"Sai, if I see another drawing like this from you, I'm going to have to call your parents," Asuma threatened with a warning frown. Sai nodded with another shrug, seeming not to care at all. Sakura ran her fingers through her bouncy, pink mop. Did the rich care about anything? Talking to their parents wouldn't do anything—it would just get the parents to side against the school. That's how Konoha was.
Class dragged on and Sakura allowed her mind to wander as she thought about her Saturday: We went out shopping together, he made jokes about beer… she giggled a bit under her breath. And then… at the very end of it, we kissed… twice, actually. That means he really did want it to happen. That means it wasn't all in my imagination… Sasuke really does like me, despite our age difference. She allowed a grateful smile to spread across her lips.
He said I had a nice name… I wish I complimented his name too… she frowned, thinking back to how he was the one giving out all the compliments. Your name is so regal and elegant! Nah, that sounds too 'rich' for me… she shook her head and tapped her pencil to her chin. Maybe she should just try complimenting his genius in piano. Complimenting skill was a lot less embarrassing than complimenting appearance.
No, no, no! That's the point! I have to do something I wouldn't normally do… Sakura heaved out a sigh of frustration, not sure what exactly she was supposed to do about her dilemma of giving back to her music professor. "Do you need help?" Asuma asked her as he came by her desk: he had taken her frustrated sigh as if it was about her problem. Can he read minds?! Sakura's eyes popped open.
"Um, no, I think I'm okay," she smiled briefly, looking up at him and giving him assurance. He nodded and walked off to check on her peers. Returning to her thoughts, Sakura wondered what Sasuke would even want in return. Did he want anything in return? Well, even if he doesn't, it's always nice to… and besides, I want to give him something back… he's done so much for me! Nothing could come to her mind as she strained it on every possibility. Still without an answer, the geometry bell went off and it was time for physics.
She trudged to her class, her thoughts taking over mind as she stumbled. What would a guy who can already have anything he wants possibly… well, want? He has everything! Thinking of how to thank a rich man was harder than Sakura thought it would be. After all, he was rich. He could buy whatever he wanted—he didn't need her to do anything for him. The only thing I can really give him is words and… Her face turned beet red and she shook her head frantically. "Oh my gosh!" She whispered hoarsely to herself. Okay, DON'T think like that Sakura! She mentally rebuked herself for allowing those thoughts to pass through her mind.
She slumped into her seat and felt her cheeks, making sure they weren't still hot from her profuse blush. That thought just seemed to continue to come back into Sakura's mind: skin on skin, lip to lip, thrust after thrust after thrust….
"All right class!" To Sakura, it sounded like Kakashi slammed his books on his desk. His voice and action caused her to jump in her seat. If her mind was going to wander like that, she was probably better off focusing on her classes, even if it was something she was already good at. She looked around at the students around her: no one seemed to be looking at her. I hope no one saw me jump… I wonder if your facial expression changed when you think about things like that… Sakura thought, and then mentally slapped herself. She had to pay attention in class: that's what she was here for!
Professor Hatake stood in front of the class, pacing back and forth as he taught, using hand gestures and writing terms on the board. Sakura took notes, and followed his constant movement with her eyes. Slight mannerisms of Professor Hatake were somewhat similar to Professor Uchiha's: the pacing, the subtle hand gestures, and how he watched the students with a vigilant eye. However, there were things that had no similarity: the nonchalance, the singsong pattern of voice, and the lack of simplicity. If Sakura had happened to struggle in physics, he would definitely make it harder for her with the way he chose to explain things.
Sasuke always says things in a way that everyone could understand… she smiled, thinking to how her professor and tutor would always get into meticulous detail, being sure that each and every one of his students got the concept of his passion: music. That was the reason he was tutoring her, after all. He said he couldn't stand it when people didn't understand or grasp the musical art that he did, and that he felt a need to teach her. Ever since then, they were spending time together, much to Sakura's pleasure. I'm really glad I suck at music… she mused, seeing as that was the first reason why they ended up spending any sort of extended amount of time together.
Fate would have it that she would be terrible in music—or, she like to think of it that way. Because if it was fate, that meant that Sasuke was meant to be with her, for at least this period of time. And being with someone as kind as him—someone who didn't care about any sort of social status—even if it wasn't forever, was definitely something that Sakura would cherish for the rest of her life.
Sasuke told her that he appreciated her, and that she wasn't just worth something because she was human. "You're the only you there can be"… he always says the simplest of things, but I think those are the things that mean the most. Sakura confirmed, firmly nodding her head.
During the time that she had spent with him in the limo, she also learned that her professor used to have suicidal thoughts. That fact opened her eyes a bit: even though he was the rich—the very group of she hated—he had been treated like the poor: out casted, hated, and thrown away. The Hatake took him in and raised him when his own family wouldn't—they had run off to Tokyo, and he lost all contact with them. He was completely stripped from his family—and to make it worse, they didn't even want him around… she frowned sadly; she shook her head. If she continued to think these thoughts, she would definitely cry in class, and everyone would know she wasn't paying a lick of attention to Professor Hatake.
The bell rang and students rushed out the room: no one like physics it seemed. Sakura beamed: it was time to see the man she had been thinking about all day. She wondered if Sasuke was even that excited to see her; all she knew is that if she thought about him long enough, she could give herself heartthrob without even seeing him.
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Her delicate fingers tapped the keys, creating the sound of a smoother, yet still choppy form of Fur Elise. She had gotten obviously better at the piano, but there was still the lacking skill that she was trying to possess. Sakura shifted in her seat and straightened her neck after feeling it ache from looking down for so long. I wonder if Sasuke has written that song Karin told him to yet… She wondered as her mind wander to about five days ago, when she heard the piano being played past hours. "Are you doing okay?" Sasuke questioned her, interrupting her thoughts. Sakura looked up at him and smiled, a slight blush tinting her cheeks.
"Yeah, I'm doing okay." He smiled back at her, only briefly, but long enough for her to notice. "But, um," she continued, "we can still talk if you want…" she whispered so none of the other students would hear. Sasuke chuckled at her sudden change of character and took a seat beside her.
"Are you still nervous about PE?" He asked, putting his fingers on the keys and feeling them with a light and expert touch. Sakura shrugged a bit, letting a sigh loose from her lips.
"I just can't wait until ballroom is over… like, even the party. What am I supposed to do over there?" She frowned, tipping her head to the side in confusion. Sasuke stared at the wall for a bit, and then looked over at her.
"My question is: how do you plan on getting there? You don't hate a ride," he pointed out, removing his fingers from the keys. Sakura's eyes widened. Maybe she couldn't go after all. That would leave her with no worries, but she would be lonely… after all, Professor Uchiha was going to the party too; she would be the only one at the college. If her large room was big enough to make her feel lonely, she didn't want to feel the pressing emptiness of having an entire college to herself.
Because it would look suspicious if Sasuke stayed with her any longer, he got up from sitting with her and continued his rounds around the music room, promising Sakura that they would continue their conversation at lunch. At lunch: that meant after PE. Sakura groaned inwardly, allowing her head to bang on the keys.
When music finished, everyone rushed over to the gym and changed into their gym outfits, preparing for their tests on ballroom dancing. I really hope I pass… I just have to follow Neji's lead—and he's a Hyuga—we're going over to his estate for the actual party! Maybe I did get off easy this time. Sakura realized, smiling at how Professor Guy worked his magic into helping her out. Sasuke was right: Guy really did enjoy her company, didn't he?
"All right everyone! Get with your new partners!" Guy ordered everyone with a grin, prompting his students to begin. Neji walked up to Sakura and stared at her simply. Is he one of the rich that hate without words…? Sakura hoped within her entire being; she bowed her head in greeting the Hyuga, trying to remove any thought from him that she could possibly be pompous. It would probably be best to be on his good side.
"I never thought I would dance with a poor girl in place of my woman," Neji said with an obvious subdued anger. Sakura swallowed hard and looked up at him.
"I'll try to help you pass the test—I'm sure we both want to score high in grades…" she said, swallowing her worry and making sure her tone was even. Neji nodded.
"Yes, I would like if you didn't mess me up. Let's get this over with, shall we?" He said simply; he didn't seem to really have much of a problem dancing with her. In fact, he didn't seem to have such an intense disdain for the poor that Sakura thought he would. Of course, he could be subduing it to refrain from causing a scene, but that was definitely mature of him. It was more than Sakura would expect from a rich person, and that was certain.
However, Sakura's relief only lasted so long until she spotted Tenten's menacing eyes on her. Even with their simplistic brown color that would naturally give the rich girl an expression of dignity and elegance, fire burned in those orbs expressing uncountable amounts of rage boiling within her. Neji took Sakura's hands into his, and Tenten's face melted into a look of… horror, fear, confusion, regret… Sakura felt bad for Tenten. Did she feel betrayed by her boyfriend? Her eyes veered up to her partner, Neji; he didn't seem fazed at all. Did he not care about Tenten's feelings?
When the dance commenced, Sakura couldn't help but look over to Tenten, who was allowing small tears to trickle down her cheeks while she danced gracefully with her new partner: Shikamaru. Tenten caught Sakura's constant stare, and to the pinkette's surprise, she just frowned. She didn't scowl. She didn't show disdain: it was a remorseful frown. Sakura bit her bottom lip, and when Neji turned his back to Tenten, Sakura looked up at the crying brunette and mouthed the words: "I'm very sorry". Sincerity filled Sakura's emerald orbs as they also began to fill with tears. She didn't mind allowing them to show at this point as she was feeling sympathy for the rich girl before her. Tenten just shook her head, and veered her eyes away from the commoner in attempt to hide her tears.
PE ended after hours and hours of torture. Two females cried, and no one else in the class could exactly determine why they were crying. "I'm serious, Temari, it was so obnoxious. It's like, she would get her grimy tears all over me… I don't want a girl crying next to me," Sakura heard Shikamaru complaining to his girlfriend.
"I know; Tenten is way too emotional. It gets on my nerves too," Sakura's eyes widened when she heard the betrayal to Tenten from Temari. She was gossiping about her? Sakura strode away from the two and went to the showers, finding Tenten weeping on the bench. This is my fault for complaining about Lee I would guess… she frowned as she rebuked her selfish behavior.
Hesitantly, Sakura settled herself beside Tenten on the bench and looked over at the mourning girl. "Hey, Tenten?" She addressed her absent mindedly. Sakura never wanted to speak to the rich, but as she spent time with Sasuke, even the richest of the rich were humans. They had emotions, and they had hearts that could be broken. Tenten looked surprised and her head flung up and sighted the pink haired commoner.
"What… do you want?" She spewed in disgust, wiping her eyes and trying to regain her elegance. Sakura handed her the handkerchief Sasuke had given to her when she cried in the music room.
"Here, use this…" she offered, a compassionate smile curving on her lips slightly. Tenten's expression changed to one of astonishment.
"What are you doing? I slapped your face—on Friday, remember?" Tenten shook her head. "Go away, I don't want your pity…" she mumbled, not seeming to want Sakura to leave. Sakura shook her head and frowned.
"I'll only do you that favor when Ino or Hinata or Temari come to comfort you… everyone needs someone to talk to—I'll just be ears for a little bit if you want," she didn't really know why she wanted to help Tenten; she wasn't even sure it was her fault that she danced with Neji. After all, Professor Guy could have been planning to switch up partners all along. Even still, Sakura knew what it was like to feel pain and rejection: no one deserved that. Tenten shook her head and sobbed into her hands.
"They already talked to me; they told me to get over it," she explained through short breaths as she tried to fake composure. Sakura gawked and anger churned in her conscious. Get over it? That was the advice they gave to their "friend"? She shook her head in unbelief and light placed her hand on Tenten's shoulder. The brunette looked up, surprised by the contact.
"Look, Tenten… don't just bottle it all up," Sakura advised with a frown. "The best thing you can do is to talk to Hyuga about it… he didn't just take my hands and dance with me like that—he specifically told me that he just wanted to get it over with.
"I don't think that he had any intention of dancing with me of all people; I mean, after all, I'm poor right?" A regretful smile filled Sakura's lips as she encouraged Tenten. The rich girl nodded briskly and wiped her eyes of their tears.
"Haruno…?"
"Yeah?" Sakura responded gently.
"Do you want to be my friend…?" Sakura's eyes widened in unbelief at the question. But a grateful smile formed on rosy lips and emerald glimmered with a shine of joy.
"I think that would be really, really nice…"
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Brisk knocking aggravated the silence in the room, and annoyed the ears of the raven. Oh my gosh, shut up… He slapped his hands over his ears, continuing to ignore the call at his door. That is, until he heard a muffled voice: "Professor Uchiha! Are you in there? It's twelve I want to talk to you!" That sweet voice of the pink haired freshman was unmistakable. Sasuke rolled his eyes. I thought she was Hatake again? If that man wouldn't come to my room so often it would make my life easier… he complained within his mind.
After opening the door, Sasuke welcomed her into his dorm room, messy as it was. He had figured if she didn't say anything the first time, he shouldn't bother cleaning it up any time. It was easier this way, and cleaning wasn't a hobby he thought any one could enjoy—or endure. "Here," he said simply, handing her a plate of food and taking his seat on the floor. Sakura sat across from him and ate with a grin. She looks oddly happy… He studied her actions. She was never this happy—especially after PE. What did Hyuga do? His eyebrow twitched as he thought of the possibilities.
"Are you okay?" Sakura asked, tilting her head to the side as she inquired.
"Why are you so… happy?" Sasuke simplified his real inquiry, trying to maintain his subtle behavior. Expressing himself fully wasn't easy—especially because when he did, people often wondered where he got his thoughts from in the first place. When he spoke his last thoughts, how he got to that conclusion would always remain a mystery to everyone he spoke with. Sakura nodded and grinned again.
"I'm doing really great! I thought today would be bad… and, at first, PE kind of was—I mean, Hyuga didn't talk much, which was a serious relief for me. I don't know what I would have done if he was like Ino or Temari…" she admitted while lowering her head. "But, during and after PE, Tenten was crying—she was really hurt and sad and…"
"Because you were dancing with her boyfriend, I presume?" Sasuke interrupted with a knowing look. Sakura nodded.
"Uh huh! But I went and I talked to her about it after PE because she was still hurt and crying, and you know she asked me to be her friend." Sasuke's eyebrows shot up in surprise. A rich girl—which, women usually did have more trouble accepting the poor in his opinion—asked Sakura Haruno, the poor girl in Konoha she was helping Ino torture, asked that same girl to be her friend?
"Are you sure she's not… trying to trick you?" Sasuke responded wearily. Sakura thought for a moment: was that really a possibility? She had considered it with Hinata's actions, and truthfully, Hinata did act somewhat strange. But Tenten was different: she had been put into a situation that Ino couldn't have possibly known was happening, and Temari was gossiping about her behind her back. It's not like they would have known that Sakura would overhear that conversation, or that she would even care to comfort Tenten.
"I'm sure," she nodded, being sure her protector would understand her condition. Sakura smiled at him and placed her pale hand over his in a delicate touch. "She was definitely sincere—because as far as I can tell from the grades, Ino's not that much of a genius to plan that all out…" she giggled. Sasuke chuckled and placed his hand over Sakura's smaller one and gently tugged her closer to himself.
"Just be careful," he planted a short kiss on her forehead, causing Sakura's face to blush red in embarrassment. She nodded and looked into his onyx gaze. He looked back into her eyes, finding pleasure in the simple enjoyment of seeing the emerald jewels sparkling due to the faded light of his dorm room. A gentle stroke from his hand passed across her face as he pushed away her pink bangs. "It's twelve fifty; you should get going downstairs—and maybe talk to your new friend a bit."
"Okay," she complied reluctantly, not wanting to leave his protective touch. "I'll talk to her if she's not around Ino or anything," she reassured him, and he smiled approvingly.
Sakura rushed herself down the stairs as she now found taking them far more enjoyable during the day than taking the elevator. When she got to the second floor stairwell, however, she heard voices: one of which was Tenten's, the other was Neji's. She listened to me… Sakura smiled, now absolutely sure that Tenten was a new friend.
"Tenten, do you not trust me? It's not my fault that Professor Guy decided to set me up with some poor girl—"
"She's not just some poor girl, Neji! And I know, I know… it's just—when you took her hands like that… you were so gentle and I got jealous and I thought you were kind of, you know, cheating on me or something…" Tenten mumbled.
"Didn't I tell you, Tenten?" Neji's voice held a tone of romance that made Sakura have to subdue her giggle. Tenten and Neji were definitely cute together. "I love you; I would never do anything to hurt you. Tomorrow, at the party, it's going to be you and me and no one else. Nobody else matters to me but you. I could never cheat on you—seeing cry like that in the gym was terrible enough. Don't put lies into your head and dwell on them," he said, his voice pouring out emotion Sakura didn't think the rich could have.
"Neji, I wasn't—" Tenten's voice was cut off and Sakura ventured to peek over the wall to see if it was what she thought. I knew it! She giggled silently when she saw Neji and Tenten: locked in a kiss. Sakura took this chance, while their eyes were closed to slip down to the next stairwell. It was now twelve fifty nine, and she had one minute to make it to class!
Sakura rushed to her next class, crossing her fingers that Tenten and Neji wouldn't be late for class.
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The room was quiet, and a slight breeze from outside the window shifted throughout the dorm room, tousling Sakura's pink tresses as she relaxed in her bed, scratching down answers in her physics book. Tutoring will start soon… She thought to herself, tapping her pencil on her chin. I still don't have any idea how I should pay him back… Sakura slid off the side of her bed and looked in her drawers that were now filled with the overabundance of clothing Sasuke had purchased for him. I can't believe he did this! She frowned, pulling up all the expensive clothing into her vision.
Sakura dressed herself in a pink and gray striped hoody and faded black jeans. She tied her hair in a side braid, some of the loose ends sticking out in a disarray of spikes. Ugh my hair has a mind of its own… she complained in her mind, puckering her lips in frustration. After twirling around in front of her mirror, she trotted down the halls to meet up with her professor.
He said he'd be outside… Oh! There he is… she breathed out an eased sigh when she saw him: tall, handsome, and placid. He leaned on a tree as a slight breeze shifted his raven hair from side to side. "Hi, professor," she greeted while smiling, making her way closer to him. His eyes glanced over at her, and a small smile curved his still lips.
"Hn," he nodded, pushing himself off the tree and slumping underneath it. He motioned for her to sit across from him, and she did so with the same cheerful grin on her face. As he organized his notes, Sakura spoke up, wanting to share her excitement:
"I'm learning all sorts of things while I'm here at this school, professor! But… it's not the type of learning I thought I would be doing," she tipped her head to the side thoughtfully. He looked up at her, giving her questioning eyes. So she continued, "When I first came here, you taught me that not all rich people are the same—and that we're all human." He smiled, seeming pleased that he was able to get that message across to her.
"Then when you told me about your life, I learned that the rich can have struggles too, no matter how well-off they may seem," she frowned as her voice lowered to address the serious situation. Sasuke's face, too, sobered over the subject.
"And then, I learned that the rich can marry for love too—I saw Neji and Tenten kissing in the stairwell!" She giggled romantically. Sasuke's eyebrows shot up and a dumbfounded expression overcame his placidity.
"Well that's interesting…" he mumbled in surprise, straightening the notes and placing them off to the side. "What were you doing in the stairwell?" He eyed her suspiciously. Sakura blushed.
"No, no, no! I wasn't trying to spy honest!" She lifted her hands up innocently. "I was… I was running downstairs—after having lunch with you so that I could make it to class," she frowned, rebuking herself for always making the truth sound like a lie. Sasuke chuckled and shook his head.
"I believe you; don't make that face," he said in response to her grimace. "Are you ready to get started?"
"Yes, please!" She smiled gently, scooting in closer to him and prepared to listen.
After their lesson and eating dinner, Sakura was already exhausted. Sasuke had agreed to walk her back to her dorm room, even though being on the student's hall past hours could get him in trouble. When they approached the dorm room, Sakura's mind veered back to her thoughts of earlier: "I want to be inside you…" GAH! Professor Uchiha would never say that to me—why do I keep thinking like this?! Her blush decorated her face and heated every inch of her body. Sasuke looked down at the walking beet.
"Hey, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?" He placed a delicate hand on her forehead. Sakura couldn't help but allow her blush to make her face hotter.
"N—no," she stammered, her eyes glancing everywhere but at the face of the captivating man in front of her. "In… you… unh…" Stop, stop, stop! She shook her head, trying to shake off the sensual thoughts overtaking her mind. She pushed Sasuke's hand off her forehead. He flinched at her action. Had he overstepped his bounds? But they kissed! Did she want to push all that aside like it never happened?
"You're red," he stated the obvious bluntly, wanting to get some words out of his mouth. If he continued to say nothing, his mind would wander, and he would leave without an answer. Her face was thoughtful, but it looked as if she was trying to get her mind off the thoughts.
She had yet to answer him. He sighed as he looked at her. "Sakura—"
"Do me," she blurt out. Sasuke's eyes widened and he breathed in, staring at her.
"Wh—wha…." he breathed out an answer. Sakura's eyes widened and her face turned even redder.
"A—a, do me a favor! A favor!" She corrected herself frantically. "Um, um…" she thought quickly. He had down enough for her, and she was supposed to be paying him back, but right now, she hadn't a choice but to cover up for the phrase that slipped her thoughts out of her head and into reality: "Dance with me tomorrow at the party!" She blurted out quickly and slammed the door in his face before he could even answer.
Sasuke stood in front of the room for a bit, his face returning to its normal color. Dance with you, huh? He frowned and lowered his eyes to the ground. To touch you that long without allowing my mind to wander is going to be a challenge. You don't know what you put me through, Sakura Haruno…
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And so ends chapter eight. Took me forever to write this thing… but I'm finally at the part I've been waiting to write: the frickin' party! Yes! I'll be working on chapter nine, don't forget to R&R, and arigatogozaimasu to all you supporters/favoritizers/followers. Yeah… I make up my own words. :]
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