Chapter Six- Sasuke's Temper

Sakura glanced nervously around her living room. Her body was a buzz with nervous energy. She had carefully set up the table with her math book, and food out and ready. Snapping her fingers in remembrance she skipped over to the radio and snapped it on. She sighed feeling relived that everything was set up. She quickly glanced at the clock. It was quarter after six; a large sweat drop appeared on the back of her head.

"I must be outta my mind!" she chided her self softly. Shaking her head in disbelief at her own antics, Sakura darted into the kitchen. She had taken a shower when she arrived home from school, and immediately put o her favorite pajamas. Her pants where white and made of a light weight cotton. On them was printed over and over again was the phrase "Rollin' With the Hommies" over a picture of a spotted hamster running in a pink plastic ball. Her top was a simple light pink tank top. She also wore slippers that were in the shape of large penguin heads wearing large pink earmuffs.

"I should get changed," she thought only to stop herself. "I'm being ridiculous! He wont be here for another forty-five minutes! I'd rather story comfy until the absolute last minute!"

Glade to have set herself straight she began to make herself some home made hot chocolate. Feeling giddy at the thought of the awaited drink she grabbed a box of thin mints, her cup, and set off to the living room. Grinning from ear to ear she sat down on the couch and eagerly snapped the television on. A squeal of delight escaped her lips when she saw that her favorite show, Ouran Host Club, was on. Giggling as she watched Tamaki try and seduce a Haruhi shaped mannequin, she dipped her thin mint into her hot chocolate and ate it whole.

"Mmm! Chocolate on chocolate." She thought. She took a deep draft from her cup.

"Hey, baka!" a deep angry voice growled from behind her. A hand reached out, and grabbed her ponytail yanking her entire head back. Sakura yelped in a mixture of pain and surprise. Opening her eyes she found herself staring at an upside down Sasuke.

"Eh?! Holy… jeez! What? How… huh?!" Sakura stammered as she struggled to her feet. "Uchiha-san?"

"Well I'm sure as hell not Naruto!" he roared. Sakura shrank back in fear at his anger and winced at the insulting tone he had added to the absent Naruto's name.

"And you!" he shouted. He stalked to the front of the couch. Sakura's mouth became dry as she noticed the athletic fluency his body moved with. "What the hells the matter with you?"

Sakura's eyes grew wide with fear and confusion. Quickly she backpedaled in a desperate attempt to put distance between herself and the furious Uchiha. But she didn't move quickly enough. Quick as a flash he reached out and grabbed her hand. Yanking her back he threw her on to the couch. Terrified she shrank her body back against the couch and curled her legs up so the rested against the arm of the couch; she crossed her arms across her stomach. Sasuke leaned over her resting his left hand on the back of the couch over her right shoulder. His other hand came down heavily on the arm of the couch just inches from her legs. His face hovered inches from her own.

"Well?" he growled. Sakura blinked her eyes. She opened her mouth but nothing came out. She couldn't figure out what to say. She shook her head slightly from side to side feeling confused, scared, and half wishing he would lean in and kiss her.

"I don't understand," she finally croaked out.

"Don't understand? You left the front door wide open. Most of the ground floor windows are open too. What's wrong with you? You didn't even know I was here until I grabbed you. What if I were some sort of psychopathic rapist? You would have been dead by now." Sasuke voice grew lower and lower. It was filled with anger and power and made Sakura's heart flutter. Sasuke pushed his body away from her and took several steps back.

"I told that idiot not to leave her alone! I told him he should stay with her; check up on her. She's just lucky I came over!"

Finally released from her Uchiha induced prison Sakura climbed over the arm of the couch, and stood behind it. Feeling better to have a barrier between them she took a couple of deep breaths.

"I always lock up before I go to bed." She whispered, feeling the need to defend herself. Sasuke turned his attention back to Sakura. His glare was piercing and nearly sent Sakura into cardiac arrest.

"You think that would stop someone from breaking in?" he asked. His voice was deceptively calm.

"Who'd want to?" Sakura asked, honestly confused. "There isn't anything special here. All our neighbors are of equal and even higher wealth. There isn't anything you could get here that you couldn't get from the old lady next door."

Sasuke stared at Sakura feeling disbelief begin to creep in and join his anger.

"Idiot!" he spat out. He shot her a final glare, and swept out of her house. Sakura continued to stare at the spot the Sasuke had been standing at just moments before. The sound of the door slamming shut snapped her out of her reverie. Tears filled her eyes; her breaths came in short desperate gasps. She ran into the kitchen and frantically grabbed at her phone. Her fingers felt stiff and refused to do the simplest of tasks. Finally she lifted the phone to her ear. Her hands were shaking so hard she almost couldn't hear the sound of the phone ringing on the other line.

"Hello?"

"Hinata-chan!" Sakura gasped out. A wild sob escaped from her lips.