A/N: I said immediately, but what I meant was; immediately when I get the chance.

DISCLAIMER: Yeah right, that in the past hours after I added the last chapter, I somehow obtained full power over the show 'Naruto'. A little sarcasm, so you know. I don't own 'Naruto'. Still.

What an ass! Here he is biting me, hard, might I add. He started mumbling something, that was really hard to hear, but he didn't remove his teeth. "Please don't be mad Sakura, because I do li--" BRRRRIIIIIIINNNNG!

My damned alarm clock.

Oh. My. God. Itachi is biting my neck, drinking my blood.

"I was thirsty." He wiped his mouth. "Oh, I thought you were biting my neck and drinking my blood, not standing in my kitchen, getting water." Some sarcasm always brightens the atmosphere. "Hilarious. Are you mad?" I am NOT giving him the satisfaction of saying yes. "Not at all babe. But next time, ring before you come over." Messing with and Uchiha is just plain fun! He sneered.

"So you're willing to give me your blood, so long as I call first?" Mida thought I was skeptical... "Yep. I can use it to piss Sasuke off, entertain Mida, and help you." He IS my friend, believe it or not. "In other words; you're attempting to make him jealous." I wish he didn't know me that well. Because he is seriously more aggravating than Mida is, and she can be really aggravating! "More or less. Okay, more." He snickered. The all mighty stone cold bastard's brother just snickered. He practically is handing blackmail to me on a silver platter! "Good luck."

He was staring at me now. My bleeding neck to be exact. Weirdo.

"Get over here, I don't want stains on my pajamas!" He lunged towards me, quickly hugged me (Is he trying to get made fun of?) and started drinking my blood.

He left after my bleeding had stopped. What? I heal fast.

And yet again; weirdo.

But hell, he's nice to me, so I'm nice to him. Although sometimes I swear he's just in it for the free food. I'm being serious though, he rarely stops by just to talk or hang out. Granted he's probably like forty time my age, plus three hundred times Jiraiya's age, and plus the total amount of years that Shizune has worked for Tsunade. In other words; probably around a thousand years.

Shit! I have to meet Sasuke in...TWENTY minutes!

Here I am, really standing in front of the mansion, scared shit-less.

Yes, I still am strung up about the dream. It had to of only been a little over an hour since I woke up.

I'm really tired. Completely freaked. Light headed from 'losing' blood to Itachi. Very hungry. Upset Mida hadn't called me back from last night, and to top it all off... I was going to have to be with Sasuke; the impassive shit, for the next two-six hours.

Yes I'm mad. Yes I'm scared. And yes, I'm going to try to ignore Sasuke's rude remarks.

I wish I could tell you how much I wasn't looking forward to completing my punishment, but unfortunately for me, they hadn't made a single word that describe how I felt right now.

A/N: Sorry I'll post the next chapter as soon as possible.