I'M ALIVE… Believe it or not. I feel like this update took forever, gomen'nasai to you all… It got really busy there for a bit. Nothing depressing this time, however. Just school crap and lack of time… etc. Anyways, here's the long awaited chapter 16. It's a time skip, so it's not the next day. Enjoy. :]

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"Mrh…" Sakura groaned, trying to push the pressing weight off the top of her body, but to no avail. Small glimmers of light were peering in through the window as the morning slowly dawned on Konoha's college. It had been about three years that she had been attending the school; three years that she and Professor Uchiha had known each other, but it had only been one year that she wore that glimmering silver ring that was adorning her left ring finger, proving her engagement to the man.

It was the first day of Christmas break—which actually started on December first rather than Christmas Day. Somehow during the night, she had found her way into her music professor's—or rather, her fiancé's dorm room. I must have fallen asleep… she mused, feeling his flaccid member fitted inside her as he slept, his head tucked into the crook of her neck. She felt his gentle breathing, and his charcoal hairs tickled her cheek as they shifted back and forth.

Sakura giggled and stroked her fingers through the soft, dark mop, feeling the texture with her fingers. "Mrh…" she heard him groan as he shifted, slowly beginning to awaken.

"Sasuke…" she whispered teasingly, "did you fall asleep?"

"You did first…" he retorted grumpily, rolling over and rubbing his eyes of their sleep. Sakura laughed quietly and cuddled up to his chest, gently stroking the bare skin with the tips of her fingers. He encircled his arm around her waist and breathed out a light sigh, looking up at the ceiling.

"What are you thinking about?" She frowned, ending her strokes prematurely and looking up to his placid face. Sasuke looked down, holding her closer to himself. He shook his head and said nothing, but began to pass his fingers up and down her back in pleasurable strokes. "Mmm…" she mumbled, pressing closer to him. She still remained unclothed from the night; Sasuke could feel her bare chest pressing against his side—the contact causing his member to slowly rise into an erection.

He looked down at her, tipping her head up with his fingers. Leaning down, he met her lips in a passionate kiss, their lips molding together from fervent desire. Slowly, their positions shifted, Sasuke hovering over her, locking their lips together as Sakura gripped the hairs on the back of his neck, pulling him towards her. While one hand stood supporting him above the pinkette, the other rested on her breast, kneading it with a passionate force as he felt the supple flesh.

Sakura moaned into his mouth, arching her body forward into his touch. She felt his tongue prying her lips open and inserting into her mouth, massages her own muscle in a slow, seductive pace. She breathed out hot breaths, wrapping her leg around his waist and continuing to moan as his groping became more fervent. Her hands travelled down to his member, which was throbbing with desire. She delicately took it into her hands, returning his touch with slow pumps up and down his shaft.

He moaned in shaky breaths, enmeshing his fingers in her pink tresses as he gently thrust into her hand, his elbow being the only thing supporting his body from completely melting into hers. His thumb traced over her erect nipple and she shivered in pleasure. After ending the engagement with her mouth, he kissed down to one of the small mounds, gently pinching her nipple with his lips. He took it into his mouth, sucking gently as he swirled his tongue around the wet peak. "S—Sasuke…" she moaned his name, her movements on his member slowing down as she felt a new sense of pleasure reaching her breasts.

He groaned when he felt her finger gently pressing on the glands beneath the head of his member. He sucked more fervently, easing moans of pleasure out of the throat of the pinkette. Slowly, he nipped down the length of her upper body, making his way downward. His member slipped out from her hand as he was now resting his forehead right above her most sensitive area. She swallowed, somewhat nervous of what he might do, but also feeling the exciting heat of anticipation—the excitement causing the wet state of her nether regions to intensify.

Sasuke placed his hands on her thighs and gripped them with a gentle force as he spread her legs, exposing her nether regions to his view. She could feel him breathing on her, the closeness of his face making her all the more eager to have him indulge in her. He slid his finger down the dampened entrance, feeling the texture of her sexually sensitive folds. Sakura shivered under his touch, shaky breaths escaping her lips. He leaned forward, nuzzling her clit as his lips brushed against her wet pair. "S—Sasuke, are you going to—ah…!" She breathed out a moan when she felt his tongue slip into her entrance.

It swirled inside her, leaving no area undiscovered. She felt his breath harshly blowing out of his nostrils as he groped her thighs, involving himself further in tasting her opening. He slipped his tongue in and out, sucking her clit as he occasionally pulled away for more efficient breaths of air. Sakura squirmed, enmeshing his charcoal hair between her fingers as she tightened her walls around his tongue.

Throwing her legs over his shoulders, Sasuke leaned forward onto her, deepening the reach of his tongue inside her. Sakura threw her head back and muffled her unexpectedly loud moan with her hand. She felt him smirking as he continued his ministrations with further enthusiasm. Sakura humped onto his mouth, clamping her walls around the wet muscle tasting her every flavor. She felt herself reach a climax as an orgasm hit her, the cum flowing out of her, and into the mouth of her beloved fiancé.

Harsh breaths escaped her lungs as she felt him pull away from her, placing her legs back down on the bed carefully. Her legs felt heavy; she could still feel tingling sensations of sexual desire playing between her legs even without his mouth encasing her entrance. Sasuke passed soft strokes to her hip, his hand slowly travelling to her bottom. Sakura blushed and turned on her side with a fraction of energy, wanting to fulfill his requests.

He shook his head. "It's fine, I don't mind…" he whispered with a smile, his hand moving up and stroking her back. Sakura frowned and placed her hand on his chest.

"Are you sure…?" She asked in a gentle whisper, her finger lightly rubbing across his nipple. His eyes closed into curved slits as gentle breath wisped between his lips. He nodded shortly, swallowing a small lump in his throat as he bit back signs of pleasure. "Are you really sure…?" She persisted, her hand travelling lower to his erect member, which was still throbbing with a need for release. He breathed in a sharp breath when her hand wrapped around his shaft.

"You don't have to…" he mumbled through his teeth in attempt to keep an even voice in the midst of his obvious pleasure.

"I want to…" Sakura whispered, sitting up and wrapping her arms around his neck. Sasuke looked down at her, pressing his lips against her already puckered ones. Her hand moved more swiftly, stroking his member up and down on his most sensitive areas. He moaned into her mouth, tangling his fingers in her hair and locking her lips into the kiss with him. He thrust into her hand continuously, feeling his climax hitting him. His body tensed as he felt his cum releases from the opening of his member, shooting out onto the body of his fiancé.

Her hand slowly ended their ministrations on his body, now travelling up to his chest as she massaged him lightly. His hands went down, stroking her back up and down as their kiss became more gentle, loving, and passionate. When their lips broke away from each other, they looked into each other's eyes, a gentle glow shimmering in each of the orbs. Slight smiles curved on their lips, and Sasuke leaned down and nuzzled her nose.

There was a knock on the door that caused them both to jump in surprise. "Sasuke! Are you up yet?" The voice of the silver haired Hatake was unmistakable, even while it was muffled through the closed door. "Why is your door locked?" His voice nearly whined; he was used to the liberty of barging in when the morning came around, but he didn't know someone else had managed to sneak into the music professor's room last night. Sasuke rolled his eyes and groaned; Sakura giggled and nudged him to respond. "Sasuke?!" Kakashi persisted, knocking on the door once again—this time in a much more obnoxious tone.

"Go away!" Sasuke droned out a command, glaring at the door as if Kakashi could see the menacing orbs through the door.

"Oh, so you are up?" Kakashi teased through the door, ending the annoyance. Sasuke smacked his forehead and rolled out of bed reluctantly. Sakura took the hint and hid herself in the bathroom, wanting to start the shower water, but knowing that that would be a hint that someone else was in the room. After slipping both his boxers and his pants on, Sasuke unlocked the door and threw it open, glaring at Kakashi with bored, onyx eyes.

"What. Do. You. Want," his statement could barely pass as a question. The Hatake smirked, but changed his expression to pure innocence.

"Sasuke, I just had to tell you something," he shrugged with a peaceable frown. His smirk returned, however, as something from inside the room caught his attention: "Um… I just have to ask," a mischievous glow glimmered in his eye, "were you masturbating? Because your room really smells like sex." A red heat travelled up Sasuke's neck and portrayed itself on his face soon after.

"No!" He retorted harshly, stepping back a bit.

"Come on, tell the truth," Kakashi persisted. Sasuke glared and turned his face away from his senior.

"Even if I was, it would be absolutely none of your business!—just, tell me why you're here," Sasuke shook his head, returning the attention to the original subject. After a mocking chuckle, the Hatake continued his original reason for disturbing the Uchiha.

"It's Karin—she said there's a letter downstairs for you. It'd probably be in your best interest to check it out."

"A letter?" Sasuke's eyebrow raised in confusion. Who would write him a letter? Maybe Kakashi's mother… it is getting close to Christmas… probably just some card… he mused, affirming that it was nothing important at all. "Hn."

"I'm serious, Sasuke," Kakashi looked at him, a serious countenance overcoming his earlier mischievousness. Sasuke breathed out a silent sigh and gave him a curt nod, unwillingly agreeing to take a look at the letter.

"I'll be down in a minute; I have to shower and such," he explained, closing the door in the Hatake's face before he could answer.

"Well thanks for that!" Came the response, which Sasuke ignored with an impish grin while he relocked the door. After locking the door, he heard the gentle patter of water inside the bathroom. She must be showering… He thought, knocking on the door.

"Sakura? I'm coming in, all right?" He called through the door, hoping she heard him so that she wouldn't get scared.

"All right!" She responded, calling over the water that threatened to muffle her voice out. Once in the bathroom, Sasuke began to undress himself. "What did he want?" Sakura asked in reference to Professor Hatake. After all, Sasuke didn't have to prepare any lessons—it was the first day of vacation. Kakashi shouldn't really have a problem with the raven taking some time to sleep in.

"Supposedly, I have an important letter downstairs that I need to take a look at," he groaned, not seeming fond of the idea at all. "My guess is it's some stupid Christmas card…" he mumbled, stepping inside the shower and joining her. Sakura shoved him playfully.

"Oh stop! If someone sent you a card, that means they took time to think about you. Don't be so ungrateful!" She teased, washing through her pink tresses thoroughly with her apple shampoo. He just grunted a short "hn" in turn, the idea still not sounding pleasant. If Kakashi had really told him that a Christmas card was so important that he better check it out, someone was going to get hurt.

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Sasuke trotted down the stairs in heading over to the receptionist's, his cousin, office. Sakura had gone back to her own room after completing her own shower, leaving him to attend to his unpleasant business. This is just a waste of time… there are plenty of other things I could be doing right now… and Karin could just send it up to my room. Why do I have to go pick it up? Even if it was a package, things were usually just sent up to his room, he'd look through them with what little care he had, and that was it. So, why was today so different, he wondered. It's just another letter. She's probably being lazy… her mood swings get on my nerves… he grunted, clenching his jaw a bit in frustration.

Once he reached the door, he lightly knocked his knuckles on the pane and entered. "Karin," he said simply, allowing her to know of his presence in the room. She jumped up from her chair, obviously taken by surprise, and glared at him after a frustrated scream.

"I told you to stop scaring me! What's your problem?!" She pointed a judgmental finger at him, while her other hand stood occupied holding the frame of her glasses. Sasuke rolled his eyes.

"I knocked; you need to get your ears check, Karin. Where's that letter?" He skipped appropriate introductions in attempt to get straight to the business portion. His cousin's eyes widened and her hands lowered to her sides. She took a deep breath and sat down in her chair, motioning for him to sit across from her at the desk. He did so, slumping down into the cushioned wooden chair, folding his hands in front of his face as his elbows rested on the table of the desk.

"I need to talk to you before you see the letter," she stated solemnly, looking him straight in the eyes. He looked back at her dully, uninterested in what she had to say, but complied nonetheless.

"Hn," he grunted in agreement. Karin yet another deep breath and folded her hands on the desk, leaning forward and lowering her voice.

"You have to promise to read it all the way through—"

"No," he cut her off, sighing frusteratedly. "I really don't understand the big deal with all of this; can you please just show me the letter?" His polite words were rooted from impatient as he held out his hand, waiting for the arrival of the envelope to be dropped into his palm. Karin knitted her brows, allowing a complying sigh to ease from her lips. She placed the white envelope into the hand of the raven and awaited his response.

He turned it over and his eyes scanned the address from which the letter came. His eyes immediately widened, and his lips curved down into a near furious frown. "Burn it," he said simply, tossing the envelope back to her and getting up from his seat.

"Sasuke, wait!" Karin called to him in a pleading voice. "You have to read it—"

"I don't have to do anything for him," he retorted. "It's been ten years—they do not have a right to speak to me at this point; not unless it's in person—face to face. I deserve that much respect, but this? No," he argued stubbornly, venting his rage on his cousin.

"Sasuke—"

"I said no," he repeated, turning for the exit, but found Kakashi leaning on the door.

"What if that's what he's asking for, Sasuke?" Kakashi said seriously, looking straight into the onyx orbs of the raven, which were dancing in a flurry of aggravated feelings. Sasuke clenched his fist at his side.

"Itachi would never ask for that. I know that for a fact," he stated simply, an air of placidity overcoming his earlier anger.

"Open the letter, and read it," Kakashi demanded in an order like tone. Sasuke clenched his jaw, biting back a furry of retorts flowing in his mind. He took a shaky breath in, calming his nerves as it eased out of his lips.

"Fine," he complied, taking his seat again and opening the letter:

"Dearest Little Brother:

I suppose you are not quite used to me referring to you as such, but speaking to you in such a demeaning way—I have realized—was so very childish of me. In truth, I will say no more on the matter, as I wish to speak of it in person with you, if you would allow me your audience. Contained in the envelope are two plane tickets to Tokyo: one for you and the other for Kakashi Hatake, your caretaker. However, if you do not wish for him to come along, you may leave him (I do advise some sort of supporting individual to come with you, however. That is speaking in hope that you will accept my invitation).

In truth, Uchiha/Hatake Sasuke, I am unsure if you will even read these words. I cannot blame you for throwing this letter aside (or ordering it to be burned). I understand that there are no words for me to explain how condescendingly evil I have been to you. Please, I am requesting that you would give me a chance to reconcile with you. Please, come to Tokyo.

With Sincerity,

Uchiha Itachi"

Sasuke held his lip back from curling in a boiling anger he felt in his stomach. Karin and Kakashi watched the raven's eyes and lips twitch as he read the letter, obviously bothered by the contents. "What does it say?" Kakashi asked coolly. Sasuke looked up at the Hatake, placing the letter down on the desk.

"In short, he wants me to go to Tokyo to talk," he responded, placidity plaguing his voice in a serene calmness that sent chills down Karin's spine. She knew that there was rage underlining that serenity—she just knew.

"Will you go?" Kakashi questioned, his eyebrow raising as he awaited the response. Sasuke took a deep breath, weighing his options in his mind. My ticket is already paid for—and I have an extra one to take Kakashi, or Sakura… Yes, Sakura—if I go. Or, I could stay here, in the safety from my family that I've lived in all my life and not worry about seeing them. It's been ten years; I can live without seeing them for the rest of my time, I'm sure. Quite frankly, they can live too. He concluded in his mind; he was about to open his mouth to respond, but someone interrupted him: "Of course he'll go!" The trio turned to see Sakura crossing her arms over her chest, looking at Sasuke straight in his eyes. "Sasuke, it's been ten years…" she pleaded to her fiancé. "If he's been thinking about you for all this time, don't you think it's at least worth figuring out why he wants to see you?"

He chewed his bottom lip, averting his eyes from the pinkette. He grunted, not finding an answer to her inquiry in his mind. "Well?" Sakura persisted, a pitiful frown sinking on her lips. Sasuke sighed, his eyes on the typed letter: "Dearest Little Brother". His fingers curled together as they formed into a fist. He allowed a shaky breath to be loosed from his lips and he looked back at his fiancé.

"You're coming with me."

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Sakura rummaged throughout her room frantically. Oh, where did I put that thing?! She rebuked herself inwardly for somehow managing to lose something as large as a suitcase. Her pink cell phone called out in a catchy jingle on her bed. Sakura's eyes lit up with glee when she saw the name flashing on the screen: Tenten. "Tenten!" She answered her phone, her voice giggling with delight.

"Hey girl!" Tenten called back. "Just thought I'd call you. Neji told me you guys are having your Christmas break already, you lucky!"

"Lucky?! Are you kidding me?! It's day one and I'm already going on a trip for who-knows-how-long!" She responded, slumping down onto her bed. A break from the search for her suitcase wouldn't hurt too badly.

"A trip? To where?" Tenten asked with curiosity.

"Tokyo! I'm going to Tokyo!" Sakura threw her arms up in the air, a grin spreading on her lips and a silent laugh slipping out.

"Isn't that where, ahem, your fiancé's family is?" She teased. "No, but in all seriousness, why would you be going there?"

"It's true," Sakura began. "Sasuke and I are both going because his brother sent him a letter. I'm not sure what it's all about, but he sort of ordered me to go with him—not that I don't want to, but you know."

"Oh trust me, I know!" Tenten laughed. "Neji can be the exact same way, don't even get me started. But anyways, you better get yourself packed! Text me, okay?"

"Okay I will! Bye!" Sakura promised, and hung up her phone. She groaned, remembering she still had yet to locate her suitcase. She hadn't seen it since she first got to the school. Rolling off her bed, Sakura trudged around her dorm room, searching for the lost suitcase.

After what felt like hours of searching, Sakura pulled her suitcase out from hiding and onto her bed. Neatly, she folded clothes into it, carefully picking out each and every one of her outfits. She was going to Tokyo, after all, and she was going to be surrounded by the rich.

Of course, saying "the rich" was an understatement. The Uchiha were the richest family ever heard of in their entire area. The Uchiha outmatched the Hatake and the Yamanaka in money—so much so that Fugaku Uchiha could control any one of their businesses. And to think I'm engaged to marry one of them—a rich man… the group of people I used to hate… she mused, a smile of remembrance filling her lips. He's always been lovely—from the very beginning. Her mind took her back to their encounter at the elevator, when he took the time to repeat his statement to greet her.

A soft ring from her cell phone interrupted her thoughts. The serene tune notified her immediately of who was calling her. "Sasuke, you could just come to my room," she giggled when she picked up her phone, answering her beloved.

"That's true…" he mumbled over the phone. "Anyways, Kai is already outside. I'm putting in my luggage now. Do you want me to help you take yours down?" Sakura tapped her finger on her lips thoughtfully. He always insists on doing things himself, even though his servants will do it for him… she mused, smiling at his obstinacy.

"Sure, if you don't mind."

"Hn; I'll be right up."

"Okay," she smiled. "See you soon," and she ended the call. Looking back at her suitcase, she frowned, not quite sure if it would close properly with how much she had packed. I don't know how long we'll be over there so I have to be prepared! She justified her actions, crossing her arms over her chest as she examined the efficiency of her packing: everything was folded in a way so that more could fit—and yet it was still overflowing. She took a deep breath, realizing she only had one option: smashing it.

Sakura tackled her suitcase, pushing it down until it closed as much as it could. After crossing her fingers, she pulled the zipper around the circumference, hoping with every cell in her being that the zipper wouldn't pop. With luck, it managed to stay in one piece. "Yes!" She fist pumped after her victory. Soon after, there was a knock at her door, who she soon found out was Sasuke. "Hello!" She greeted him, giving him a quick peck on his cheek, which he returned with a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Where's your bag?"

"Over there," she pointed loosely, leading him into her room. His small eyes widened at the state of her bag: it looked as if it was about to burst!

"No wonder you needed help…" he mumbled with a chuckle. Sakura's face blushed pink in embarrassment.

"Hey! Be nice—I don't know how long we're going to be over there, so I had to be ready…" she frowned with a pouty bottom lip. Sasuke smiled at her and carried the suitcase over his shoulder.

"Same; I have about three bags," he estimated, beginning his trek back down to the limousine. Sakura gawked.

"Three?! And you were teasing me?" She giggled, poking him playfully.

"Yeah, but mine don't look like this," he pointed out, flashing her an impish grin.

"Whatever!" She crossed her arms, but then looked back over at him mischievously. "If you only had one bag, you'd be fighting with it still…" a giggle played in her voice. Sasuke didn't answer, but only grunted a short "hn", obviously accepting defeat.

After loading Sakura's luggage into the limousine, both she and Sasuke situated themselves inside for the trip over to the airport, where they would head off on their plane to Tokyo. It was all under strange circumstances: Sasuke had received a random letter from his older brother after ten years of no communication whatsoever. To Sasuke, it seemed as if there was some ulterior motive—something that Itachi wanted from him; nevertheless, Sakura had convinced him to go. To Sakura, it seemed as if Itachi, after ten years of no communication with his younger brother, wanted to make honest amends with his little brother. Maybe he had matured, and realized where he had wronged. They could both only hope that this trip to Tokyo was a good decision.

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And so ends chapter 16… I'm not sure if I mentioned it or not, but this story is coming to a gradual close. As in, very soon. It might be in the next chapter even (much to my dismay. This story was so fun to write). So, arigatogozaimasu to all you supports, favoritizers, followers—you all have encouraged me so much. I hope you will continue to stay with me until the end of this story. As some of you know, this is the last story that I will be posting up for some time… I might post a one-shot every now and then, or a continuing story that takes very long to update (I've been getting abnormally busy). But! On a brighter note, that time isn't yet. So don't forget to R&R!

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