A/N: Hahaha, it feels like Christmas all over again. This hasn't happened in a long, long, long, long time: two chapters in a matter of 24 hours! Actually, I don't think that's ever happened. Excuse me for feeling a little like a god. And yes, it does feel great. I can't thank you guys enough for all your reviews, alerts and whatnot! It really keeps me motivated to keep writing. At least then I know I have an audience. Keep it up~! :) Here's your chapter...though I'm not quite sure how I feel about it. Enjoy.


Coming to the training ground was something he wasn't expecting.

Which of course meant: Red flag number two.

That's not to say that Isaaru was exactly a predictable woman, it's simply to say that something like this wasn't exactly one to be...foreseen. She was never the one to propose the training, although she did love it. It was the same way that he never proposed the grocery shopping, it just didn't happen. And if the tables were well turned, he was sure that she would be just as suspicious. It just wasn't his role -- without the risk of sounding sexist. He wasn't, it was just the way it was.

When Sasuke initially attacked her, he could tell she was shocked at his ferocity. Scaring her or injuring her wasn't his intention, he just wanted her to know that he was playing along. Despite that fact that they both knew what was going on here -- and it wasn't just training. There was something else on that training field with them at the moment: a big elephant. One that wasn't being addressed. And if she didn't want him to start pulling attention to it, more than he was subtly doing now, it was best that she started addressing it.

But something told him that it wasn't going to be that easy; it never was with her. Though, he realized that he shouldn't be one to talk.

She skipped back, narrowly missing a tree and skidding off to the side.

"Not wasting any time, are you?" She called from his left.

He shot her a tight lipped smile, and faced her. Attacking her again.

"I guess not." He could hear the strain in her voice.

He wished that she would just get to the point already, there was only so long he could let her keep up this ridiculous charade. Patience truly was a virtue, one that he was certainly not blessed with. That, among other things.

As he attacked her again, he could suddenly tell that her mentality had changed. Before, he could tell that she was dead set on using this training as a distraction, hopefully not having to over exert herself. Now, he could see a fire in her eyes, one that wasn't present before.

It looked as if she finally started to play her own game.


Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.

This wasn't some fluke training session anymore, this was a real spar. That displaced, euphoric sensation one tends to get during fights was beginning to set in. I wasn't about to be duped at my very own game. Because, how incredibly pathetic would that be?

I managed to let myself go and just let my body do all the talking, all the action. I didn't want to over think things, I just wanted it all to be natural -- I wanted to forget the reason why I brought Sasuke here, the reason why he were both here. Here, and at the moment not truly addressing the issue at hand. But...perhaps I was making a big deal out of things, maybe I was making this a bigger issue than it should truly be. Maybe I just needed to take the chance and come clean. Because this 'holding-it-all-in' idea wasn't really turning out in my favor, it was the exact opposite actually.

He knocked one of the two kunai in my grasp, and onto the waiting ground. Without even really speaking, we had somehow come to the understanding that this was strictly taijutsu. Besides, it would be unwise to attempt any sort of ninjutsu, not unless we wanted the whole area to be destroyed. Something told me that Sasuke wouldn't care, or think twice for that matter.

I decided it was time to take the lead, and attack him. I raced towards him, unrelenting, making sure he understood that I wasn't going to let up, not now. If he wanted to question that, he was going to have to try harder.

He completely negated my attack and his fall back had come to a complete halt.

I gazed at his face, trying to decipher what was going on his head, what his plan was. Of course, Sasuke being Sasuke noticed this and took well advantage of it.

One of my many mistakes of the day. Gee, and it wasn't even noon yet.

He quickly got behind me and kicked in my knees.

I fell hard onto the ground.

Ouch, thank goodness for sand.

I was flat on my back and Sasuke was gazing down at me with a slightly raised eyebrow. Besides that, he appeared pretty indifferent.

"Care to tell me what this is about?"

Well, it was only a matter of time.

Moments went by without any response whatsoever. I wasn't going to deny anything, that would be just plain stupid. Besides, hiding it wasn't really my intention. I was going to tell him, it was just all a question of when and how.

"Well..."

He rolled his eyes and he stuck out his hand to help me up from the ground.

I bet he figured that it would be awkward to tell him what was going on, upside down.

I got to my feet and brushed off the sand and dirt from my clothing and hair and faced him.

He stood no more than a few feet away from me, with his arms crossed and a questioning look on his face.

"Why do you have to look so intimidating?"

"Why do you always find it necessary to change the subject?"

"It's hardly changing the subject, if I can't tell you when you look like you're about to kil-"

"Isaaru," he interjected, "enough."

That shut me the hell up. There was a sense of urgency and utter annoyance in his voice that it wouldn't be wise to keep on playing this game.

He had clearly had enough.

He shot me a prompting look.

"Don't be mad."

"I can't promise you that."

I sighed heavily, why did I even bother asking? I'd have better luck trying to get him to bake cupcakes with me. And that was the honest truth.

I slumped my shoulders in defeat.

"Am I wrong to assume that this has to do with the doctor?"

"No," I avoided his heated gaze, "no, you're not."

He stayed silent as my cue to keep on talking.

"It's hard to explain -- but the first time I visited the doctor, he," I looked any where but him, "thought I was pregnant."

Though I wasn't looking at him completely, I could see him shift in his place.

I went on, "I'm not of course. He mistook my symptoms for pregnancy when really, they were something else."

"Why didn't you tell me?" His words were calm and measured, as if he was trying to hold something back. I still couldn't look at him, let's face it, I was scared and embarrassed. Although I knew that Sasuke would never lay a hand on me outside of the friendly spar, I couldn't help but have my reservations.

"To be honest, I didn't know what to make of it myself. I'm barely out of my teens, Sasuke. It's not something that's easily taken in," I took in a deep breath, "besides, it's not like I was happy about it."

Okay, that definitely could have been worded differently -- I had best retract that statement and fast.

"Alright, that wasn't the right choice of w-"

"Wait," he interjected heatedly, "what? When you said earlier that 'it wasn't as bad as you thought it would be', you were referring to this?"

When I finally had the courage to look at him, it was as if I wasn't even facing the same person. It appeared as if I wasn't even conversing with the 'changed' Sasuke, it was as if he had reverted back a several years. Because all I saw was edge, embitterment and betrayal. This wasn't quite what I had hoped for. Nothing ever turns out to be in my favor these days. I felt as if God had stomped on my life and spat on it.

"Well,"

"You knew," he clenched his fists and his eyes narrowed. I knew exactly what he was referring to. The fact that I knew that one of his life-long ambitions since his whole clan had been massacred, was to rebuild it. The fact that I knew that, and had been possibly close to it, but yet had somehow just threw it to the wind, made me feel terrible. I was terrible.

I took a couple of steps towards him.

He took a few back.

Ouch; Okay, that hurt like hell.

I felt as if I was about to break out in sobs, but I held them back, "Look, I'm sorry," when I looked at him he still held that dangerous glint in his eyes, "I just wasn't ready -- I didn't think it would've upset you so much, I..." I didn't know what to say, I was at a loss for words. There was so much I could have said that would've repaired it all -- but I just simply couldn't find them.

He put his hands in his pockets and chuckled humorlessly. I rather if he hadn't chuckled at all.

He gave me one last look before he walked away. Another thing that I wish he hadn't done. It wasn't reassuring at all, in fact it made my heart sink into the pit on my stomach. Because his eyes hadn't held anger, upset, betrayal or anything of the like. There was nothing -- and that's what scared me the most.

"Where are you going?"

He kept on walking and for a long second, I didn't think he was going to reply at all.

"I don't know."

His response to my confession had not pertained to any of the scenarios that I had laid out in my head.

Nope, it was much worse.


Sooo...I hope that didn't disappoint too many people. If any at all. Hopefully, if all goes well, I'll manage to ruin her life. :D But not for too long, because that surely would be terrible, the poor girl. You know what to do, and make sure to keep your eyes peeled!