One week later

"Oi, Sasuke-kun, I need to go home, 'kay?" the pinkette rose from her place on the Uchiha's couch as Sasuke and Naruto turned to look at her.

"Why are you leaving so early Sakura-chan?" Naruto pouted.

"Okaa-san had told me she wants me to help her around the house," she replied. She was at door about to open it but she turned to say, "Ja ne, Sasuke-kun, Naruto-kun." And she was out.

"Teme, do you think something's wrong with her?" Naruto's worried sky-like eyes looked at said teme.

"Tch, hell I know."

"You need to get laid," Naruto muttered, shaking his head.

"Okaa-san, tadaima!" Sakura glanced at her home's empty living room confusedly.

"Okaeri, Sakura-chan," she heard her mother call out from the kitchen.

"Okaa-san, how come the living room is-" Sakura cut herself off once she was in the kitchen, noticing some boxes filled with things that usually were in the living room. With wide eyes, she stared at her mother, a silent question of, "Why?"

"Your father's company is moving to the United States and, well, we have to move too."

"B-but, the school year is starting tomorrow, a-and my friends need me!" the teen exclaimed, tears ready to fall.

"I'm sorry but you'll have to forget about that," her mother's voice was harsh and cold.

"No. No! NO!" Sakura grabbed her purse and slipped on her shoes and ran out of her house and source of pain.

She had run far enough for her mother not to find her but kept going until she rammed into someone, both the person and her falling on their rears.

"Itai…" Sakura whimpered out, before her jade eyes noticed the injured victim.

"T-tsukino-san! Daijoubo desu ka? Sumimasen deshita!" Sakura scrambled to help the golden-haired girl.

"Don't worry, any smart person would've gotten out of the way of a runaway teen," Usagi rubbed her sore bum. This is the fifth time this week that I've bumped into someone!

"Yeah, uh, I shouldn't have been running like that," Sakura scratched the back of her neck nervously.

"Now why would you be running from home?" Usagi stared at her curiously.

"Well," the Haruno took in a deep breath, "My dad's company is moving to the U.S. so we have to move, but I don't want to move because of my friends and school-" Usagi held up a hand to stop her.

"Okay, I think that's enough. Breathe in and out." When Sakura did so, the blonde continued, "Why don't you stay with one of your friends, or something?"

"I don't think anyone but Sasuke-kun have a place for me to stay and he'll surely say no," Sakura looked down sadly.

"Why?" Usagi's blue eyes blazed at the mention of that thing but otherwise stayed quiet.

"It's just that Sasuke-kun isn't really the generous type," Sakura moved a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"I know what to do." Usagi's determined gaze met Sakura's hopeful one, "You can stay with me and I'll be able to provide for you, so your parents don't need to spend a cent."

"W-what! No, I couldn't do that! It'd be rude since I just met you," Sakura blurted out.

The blonde made a sign of dismissal with her hand, "Nonsense. Think of it this way; we can go to some café and get something to drink while telling each other about our lives like friends would. Then would you be able to accept my offer?"

Seeing that the blonde wouldn't give up, Sakura half-heartedly nodded.

Usagi smiled widely, "Great! Let's go now." And so the Tsukino dragged the pinkette to a nearby Starbucks.

"Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?" Sakura and Usagi were currently in front of the emerald-eyed girl's house, after getting acquainted, to speak to her parents.

The blonde rolled her eyes, "'Kura-chan, please. Don't worry so much; I can take care of myself."

"Fine," and Sakura opened the door. "Ano, 'kaa-san?"

Her mother peeked her head out from the kitchen. "Haruno Sakura, where have you been?!"

"Ano, I ran until I bumped into Usa-chan and we had some latte machiatos."

"I don't care if you were-" The thirty-something year old cut herself off. "Is that…? Tsukino Usagi! Oh, I'm sorry my house isn't tidy, but someone didn't warn me," she glared at the surprised Sakura.

"It doesn't matter, but I do have something to talk to you about," Usagi glanced at Sakura.

"Okay then. Oh where are my manners! Please sit Tsukino-sama!"

"Could you not call me that? It makes me sound…old." Usagi sat on a lone loveseat.

"Whatever you say Usagi-sama. Now what did you want to tell me?"

"Your daughter has informed me that you are moving to the U.S. and I was wondering if your daughter could stay with me. Of course I'd also pay for everything to do with her."

The woman's eyes widened to an impossible size, "W-what! But I wouldn't want her to intrude! I mean, surely you're busy with your studies and everything, ne?"

Usagi shook her head, "No, it's okay for her to stay with me, I just wanted to ask for your permission."

Sakura's mother nodded, "You have my permission, but won't having someone at your house bother you at all?"

"Not all. Can she pack up her things now?"

"Fine, but what about her furniture?"

"The whole mansion is already furnished, so there's no worry for that." Usagi turned to look at Sakura, "Can you go pack your things?"

Sakura nodded and stalked off to her room as Sakura's mom stood up.

"Well, I know she'll be in good hands, but may I ask why you're taking her in?"

The Tsukino shrugged her shoulders as she too stood up, "I want to help her is all."

"I see."

Finally Sakura came to the living room, lugging a pink suitcase and matching make-up case with her. She smiled at her mother; "Arigato Okaa-san!" and she gave her mother a hug.

"Let's go, ne?" Usagi walked through the doorway and Sakura followed her.