The crimson sparks from the fire hit the ground. Her sea foam green eyes just stared at the dancing fire that had lay before her. It danced so beautifully. 'Fire has a strange thing to it' she thought to herself as her teammates Captain Yamato, Sai and Naruto all asleep before her. "Fire can either be used for good or bad' she continued her train of thought.

"Sakura-chan?" Sakura's eyes widened as she looked up at a half-asleep Naruto who was rubbing his eyes. "Yes Naruto?" She asked in return to the sleepy genin. "Shouldn't you be sleeping?" She smiled. "Thank you for your concern Naruto. Don't worry about me just go back to sleep." Naruto continued to look at Sakura through his blue eyes. "Mkay." He sighed as he fell back with a "thump" and began snoring again. Sakura smiled 'He was probably totally out of it.' Her smile soon faded as she looked back to the fire. It was warm its warmth enveloped her.

In a strange matter she felt sort of hypnotized by the fire. Its crackles, its sparks, and the most intriguing it's heat.

At that point feeling numb and hypnotized by the fire was better than feeling anything at that moment.

Sakura faced the truth she knew if her emotions took a grip on her self consciousness her heart wouldn't stop playing her like a violin. Giving her a night like a symphony of sad, pathetic songs.

The warmth from the fire even pulled Sakura into its hypnotic glow even more. She began to close her eyes enjoying the heat that had been pulling her into a state of not caring. The warmth felt extremely familiar to her, what was so comforting and familiar to her that it gave her almost utter happiness?

'Flashback'

His arms wrapping around her. A sensation went up the pink haired kunoichi's spine. A certain, comforting warmth came upon her delicate body. He kissed her tenderly as he began to trail down her neck she shuttered with a slight moan. His warmth…

'end of Flashback'

Her eyes widened as sweat dripped down her face. No, she couldn't still have feelings for him, could she? A flash of thought and feelings mixed into a pool of confusion as a fragile tear began to leak out onto Sakura's cheek. No she didn't have feelings for him it was so much more than that. She was still in love with him.

They had seen him today. He was practically right in their grasp.

She remembered though. His eyes. His cold, emotionless, eyes. He had stared right at her to, even without the Sharingan, those eyes had scared her.

She clenched her fists tightly.

"NO" she told herself, that's not the same 12 year old boy you fell in love with. This one tried to kill Naruto. She sighed as her fists unclenched "then again… he tried that 3yrs ago." She whispered to herself. Another tear drop that glistened the reflection of the fire rolled down her delicate cheek.

She brought her knees up to her chest as she wrapped her arms around them. She pressed her "overly sized forehead" against her kneecaps. She let the tears fall. She silently whispered "Sasuke-kun".

His onyx eyes opened wide as he stared up at the ceiling of his "new" room. He had to have a new room considering his old one was well….blown up.

He turned to his side, thinking about what had happened that day. He had just seen his former teammates…and he completely lied to them. Making them believe that he had no emotions or bonds. Please, that was farthest from the truth. But not even the fact he almost killed his best friend, that he claimed hate was the only thing keeping him motivated, no the thing that most scared him was…that she tried to punch him.

Naruto, it was just another gut reaction that he had unfortunately. Claiming only his emotion being hatred that was so his former teammates would no longer follow him and stay out of harms way.

But she tried to hit him? She knew she wouldn't succeed but she tried anyway. Her expression…like she wanted to hurt him. He rolled over to his side only to face his mirror. Not noticing until now that his Sharingan were still flaring. He simply took a look at himself with the Sharingan still blazing. Soon consciously his reflection turned into Itachi staring back at him. His eyes squinted together as he saw the image.
He tossed onto his other side so he couldn't look at the mirror anymore only to see himself facing his sack that had been recovered from his old room. It was odd how that didn't end up getting tossed or blown up from all the commotion. He just stared at it with his onyx eyes no longer Sharingan blazing. He got up from his bed and went over to the sack taking out a photo album.
The cover was dark blue with the Uchiwa fan symbol on it. He slowly opened it. On the first page rested a picture of his family portrait. Of course Itachi had been cut out Sasuke couldn't stand the sight of his brother…at least not anymore. He stared at the eyes that resided to his father; Itachi had looked more like they're father. Then he looked at his beautiful mother, he would have never admitted it but he had always been a "mommy's boy" even just by the way he had resembled her more was a fact to support it.
He began flipping through pages of his "aunts and uncles" and all of his family and even one of him and Naruto when they were young and in the academy. And then he turned to the last page that held only one strand of pink hair.
He sighed, he could remember everything about her, even that one night. A tear had splattered on the book. His eyes widened. 'No' he thought 'I can't it would put her in so much danger'. He closed the book and put it back in his pack. 'Please wait Cherry Blossom' he prayed in his head. 'Just please wait.' He closed his eyes as he began to fall asleep but before his slumber came he heard the worst possible thing he could hear right now.
"Sassssuke-kun" It was Orochimaru

Hoped you liked it please review….and no I don't own it…I barely even own my life… it was bought by the blood of Jesus Christ WHOO!