A/N: So sorry if this update is pretty late. School was chaotic and inevitably, I fell in an 'emo-as-Sasuke state' when my sucky grades came out. As a way of apologizing, this story is a bit longer compared to the previous chapters. Hmm… I think it's 1,700+ words. And that's without counting the quite long authoress' notes and the previous chapter recap. Enjoy this chapter! *achoo!* Ugh, I can't live without a box of Kleenex by my side these days. Snot keeps dripping from my nose. Eew…

Anyways, a little advice: for better effect of this (in my opinion) squee-worthy chap, your imagination should be running wild, just like mine. XD

Oh, just a side note: D'you guys think I need a beta reader for this story? I haven't gotten one yet. And I'm afraid this story may have plenty of errors. Tell me if I need one, 'kay?

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PREVIOUS CHAPTER RECAP:

As she was holding porcelain plates to set the table up for the both of them, she heard footsteps heading towards where she is.

As she looked up from what she was doing, she gasped.

WTFH?

The angel was standing right in front of her. Stark Naked.

Stark naked and dripping wet.

3...

2…

1…

A scream reverberated through the halls of the entire floor where Sakura's apartment was located.

As the porcelain plate clattered to the ground and shattered into thousand of jagged pieces, Sakura used her now free hand to cover her eyes.

With her left hand she shielded her eyes from the scene before her. Then, she stabbed the index finger of her right hand in his direction while shrieking:

"What are you doing?"

Still, she couldn't deny that what she saw just before she covered her eyes was a splendid scene.

The soaked hair that spiked up at the back of his head was now slightly lower, while the bangs at the side of his face faintly clung to his pale cheek. Strong and broad shoulders, smooth white chest, and flat tummy with faint lines of abs glittering slightly because of the drops of water from his shower were displayed right in front of her.

(A/N: Cue screaming and squealing in here. I swear I couldn't stop squealing. I hope you guys survive. I barely did. O/O)

Running a hand through his drenched raven locks (Sakura was able to see this since she was peeking through the cracks between her fingers), he said,

"I was going to ask you if you had a spare towel since you haven't given me one."

Cursing inwardly at her stupidity, she headed off back to her bedroom while the angel followed her.

Getting a blue towel from one of her drawers, she handed it to the angel while making sure her eyes stayed focused just above his shoulders and never straying downwards.

As the onyx-eyed angel toweled himself, Sakura noticed something out of place. She couldn't place a finger on what it is exactly but after a few moments she finally realized it.

"Your… Your wings…?" Sakura asked uncertainly.

The angel wrapped the towel around his waist then tucked the end at the corner of his waist to hold it together. Next, he replied,

"I retracted them."

Needing another second to fully process that information, she continued to stare at him with a flabbergasted expression on her face.

When she was calm enough and got over the initial shock, she noticed the angel's state of attire, or lack thereof. She spun around and headed to her clothes drawer and dug through the pile of clothes.

Fumbling, she managed to heave out from the deepest part of her drawer her only pair of sweatpants and her beloved oversized gray shirt.

Walking over, she handed him the only items she could salvage out of her closet that would fit him.

"Change into these… please." She almost pleaded.

It was comical how calm and collected the angel was compared to Sakura who was blushing profusely while her eyebrow was twitching. The stoic male angel grabbed the things and walked back toward the bathroom. Just as he closed the door, Sakura slid down to the floor in relief.

Lowering to the floor in a low thud, she sighed.

When she thought she was tired by the time she dragged her tipsy friends back to their apartments, she should be exhausted by now. All Sakura wanted to do was help a poor mythical creature lying unconscious in the middle of the road on the way home. But now she was stuck inside her apartment with the said supposedly angel who she conveniently saw undressed. Ugh, the mental picture seemed to be branded right in her brain.

Going red right to the tips of her ears, she gripped her pink tresses with both hands to stop the image from popping into the forefront of her thoughts. Bashing her head on her apartment's concrete wall was a pretty good idea right now.

Inhale… Exhale… Inhale… Exhale… Inhale… Exhale…

Meditating, Sakura forced the blood out of her face. A couple of seconds later, with her blush forced back down, she stood up. Deciding it would be best to clean up the mess she made with the now smashed to smithereens plate, she headed off to clean up the mess.

Just after cleaning up the mess, she heard the bathroom's door open as well as the familiar footsteps heading towards where she is.

The garments that Sakura gave to the angel definitely didn't fit him. The sweatpants were too short for his long legs while the shirt was too small, as well. The shirt was almost body-fit, highlighting his broad shoulders and flat abdomen, despite the wrong sizes of the clothes she has given him, hell, he still looked like a frickin' model for body-fit shirts and sweatpants.

Unaware she was staring open-mouthed at him; she immediately snapped her jaw shut when he saw him raising one curved eyebrow up. Turning around to hide her flustered face since she just recalled the scene that awaited her the previous time the angel went out of the bathroom, she remembered why they were in her apartment's kitchen in the first place.

"Err… here, take a seat." She held out one of her humble kitchenette's wooden chair to him. As the angel walked toward the chair, she busied herself with preparing the table for her mythical visitor.

A few minutes later, as they were busy eating, Sakura was wondering if this should be the right time to ask him questions. Looking discreetly at the angel in front of her, she wondered why he was here on earth, or why was he injured when she saw him. In the course of almost an hour with him, these are the adjectives she could describe him with: hot, quiet, calm, gorgeous, stoic and hot.

Deciding she couldn't suppress her curiosity anymore, she started,

"So…" The angel looked up at her.

"What's your name?" She continued.

Setting down his spoon and fork, he looked at her right in the eye.

"Sasuke."

Momentarily dazed by his coal orbs, she needed an extra second to register the single word in her befuddled brain.

"Ah…" She mumbled lamely.

Sasuke… hmm… a pretty name for a pretty guy. She thought absently.

His curt and cryptic answers made him all the more mysterious and dreamy to Sakura. His silent and mysterious attitude seemed to make the pink headed girl all the more attracted and intrigued. All in all, he's the perfect candidate for Sakura's ideal guy. The only drawback is he's not just a guy, more like a mythical guy angel with black and blue fluffy wings. Wonderful, isn't it?

Snapping out of her own little world, she focused on the matter at hand. Coming to a decision that small talk wouldn't work with this guy, she started on with the interview.

"What are you doing here?"

Drum roll please…

"I don't know." Was his genius reply.

At that, she felt her jaw snap open and she expected her eyeballs to drop unceremoniously down her bowl of ramen.

Great. He's just as clueless as I am.

"Err... How come you were injured when I found you lying in the middle of the road?" That part intrigued her a bit. But not as much as the fact that he could heal himself abnormally fast, and I mean really fast. It only takes him a minute or two to heal a wound that would approximately take a human to heal for a couple of months.

Setting down his spoon and fork to answer the inquisitive pink head's inquiries,

"I was chased by a black dragon so I had to use the teleportation scroll." Then he resumed eating.

It took another few seconds to let that sink in.

Rescuing an injured angel, seeing said angel heal himself at an incredible rate, and hearing the angel say that he was chased by a black dragon before he was teleported was just too much for a person to bear in a single day, right?

Finally breaking out of her trance, she felt a slight annoyance.

Huh, he doesn't like talking much, does he? Sakura grumbled mentally.

He could at least tell the whole story so her imagination won't run wild about how things really happened. Sighing, she picked her chopsticks back up and started eating reluctantly, still swallowed in her disturbing thoughts.

A few minutes passed while they ate in companionable silence. Sakura was waiting as patiently as she can, expecting the ebony-haired Sasuke to start narrating his adventure.

When they were almost done eating, Sakura decided that if she wanted to know something, she would have to squeeze the information out of him since it looked like he never had any inclination to talk as of now.

But a thought stopped her short.

If he truly doesn't know what he's doing here, then how the hell can he go back to wherever he came from? And if that's the case, then would he have to live here in her apartment?

She didn't know the answer to those questions and she was sure as hell that she didn't like where this was going. She smelled trouble.

Swallowed in her thoughts, she was pulled from her reverie with the sound of the wooden chair scraping sharply on the floor as it was forcefully jerked by Sasuke who was fuming. His eyes were narrowed into slits and his nostrils flared. A second after that, she heard Sasuke emit a low, almost inhuman growl, the sound was coming from somewhere deep in his throat.

"What –"

Before she could finish her question, Sasuke was beside her, tugging at her wrist. With no choice but to follow, they both ran silently to the back door of Sakura's apartment.

What's going on?

Sasuke twisted the door knob then jerked it out of the way as he continued half-dragging Sakura out of her apartment. She was just about to jerk her hand away from his grasp and demand what the hell was going on when she heard the sounds of breaking glass.

What was that?

Like it was some kind of ominous sign, their pace increased as Sasuke dragged her farther from her apartment.

As they reached the end of the corridor, where the metal stairs were located by the side of the building, she was stunned when Sasuke spun around, swept her into his arms bridal-style, and then jumped out from the building.

A/N: So? Who's after them? Tell me your ideas and let's see how psychic you guys are. :D

Oh, by the way, the reason why I can't update sooner is because my parents disassembled my pc. :( Isn't that just tragic? I don't even know why they got mad at me, in the first place. So, if I don't update for two weeks or so, don't ya guys worry. Rest assured, I'm still alive by then (hopefully), just pretty school-busy and pc-deprived. 'Kay, I'm done here. Bye, guys! Till next time. Hope you send me a review to motivate myself. Thanks for reading!