Chapter Two

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Oops

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Sakura's P.O.V.:

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I knew I would be screwed the second I stepped through the front door, so I took as long as I wanted at the beach with Aruta. He'd even offered for us to camp out in his jeep, but I knew that my bitch of a mother would probably call the cops, so I asked him to drop me off where he picked me up and walked home from there.

I didn't even bother to sneak through my window; I went straight for the front door and – big shocker – it was locked… And I didn't have my keys.

'Damn,' I tried my window only to find that my mother had locked that, too. 'How the fuck am I getting in now?'

Suddenly, a light flickered on at the window that belonged to our guest room. I figured that it was Hinata, since she always snuck in there in the middle of the night and took things out of her stash.

And yes, we both keep things stashed in there since we figured that our step-sisters wouldn't think to snoop in there if their searching our rooms wound up empty.

Without another thought, I climbed up the wall and hung onto the ledge with one hand while I knocked with the other. As expected, a dark silhouette shadowed the window and opened it for me. I carefully looked down and lifted my feet to different handle holds so I could hoist myself onto the windowsill and swing my legs in.

Once I was standing in the room, I brushed myself off and turned to shut and lock the window.

"Thanks, Hina," I said without looking up still. "I was sure that I'd have to ring the doorbell or something since mom locked my window."

"Hn."

My eyes slowly looked up and took in the large feet, long, masculine legs wearing low riding sweats and the toned, naked torso before I paused and gulped.

This was definitely not Hinata, so who was it?

As my eyes continued to slowly rake upwards, I found myself looking into a familiar pair of onyx eyes. Hmm, where did I know this guy from? I'd recognize those cold eyes anywhere, but who…

"… Do I know you?" I asked cautiously. I doubted that he was robbing us or something, but you never know…

Instead of answering me, the guy just stared back. "Why are you climbing through my window like some crazed fan girl?" he asked annoyance clear in his tone.

"Your window?" I said dubiously. "What are you doing in my house?"

"I was sleeping, obviously."

I scowled at his answer. He knew that wasn't what I meant, besides…

"Your light was on before I even came near the window!" I hissed, trying to refrain from yelling and waking my mother.

"I heard you trying to break in." he said simply, crossing his arms over his chest.

But that was impossible! There's no way he could have heard me unless…unless…

Damn, his really toned biceps were distracting me. They were practically flexing from their position across his wide chest.

"That's impossible." I finally muttered, earning a raised eyebrow from him. "The only way you'd hear me is if you have bat ears or something."

"Aa."

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"…" he smirked faintly.

"… Are you trying to piss me off right now?"

"Of course not."

"Ugh, who are you?"

"Why should I tell you?" he smirked even larger, obviously enjoying this little game, but I wasn't in the mood.

"You're in my house!" I half shouted. At this rate, I would be caught in no time. "You know what," I shook my head and walked around him. "I don't care anymore. Have a good night!"

I reached for the doorknob and stepped out, only to see my mother's bedroom door open.

'Shit, shit, shit!' I quickly shut the door and scanned the room for a good hiding spot.

"What a–" I ran over and slapped my hand over his mouth, placing a finger over my own lips.

"My mom's headed this way!" I whispered furiously. "Please, don't give me away."

A knock sounded at the door and I ran to the closet and locked myself in, but not before sticking my head out and pleading, "Please don't tell her I'm in here–"

"… Can I come in?" her voice was muffled by the door and could barely be heard.

He and I shared a glance before I closed the door and he sighed.

"Come in."

I watched through the slits of the closet's doors as my mother strode into the room clad in a brown robe and found myself backing further into the clothes.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, but Jiraya thought he heard shouting…" she trailed off and gave him a small smile. "Is everything okay?"

He nodded swiftly and uncrossed his arms. "I was just on the phone."

Mitsuri nodded in understanding. "I know that you probably miss your friends, Sasuke–"

'Whoa, whoa… what?' My eyes bulged slightly. 'This is Sasuke? The same angel-faced little boy that Hinata and I used to play with?'

"– but I promise that you'll make some new ones. Kin has some nice friends that I'm sure you'll get along with and…"

I wasn't even listening anymore. I was focused on him.

I got closer to the door and took in his changed features. He still looked relatively similar, but he had a more… edgy kind of look. As if he was a badass or something. From his spiked hair and depthless dark eyes, to his sculpted face and sinful lips. And don't even get me started on that body… damn. He's got to be one of the hottest guys I've ever met; and Hawaii has some hot guys.

I grinned as I thought of my own hottie, Aruta, with his tanned good looks, golden-sandy brown hair, defined body and grey-green eyes. Oh yeah, he had me hypnotized the moment we first met, and asked me out only a week later. And now, he asked me to m–"

Suddenly the doors opened and I jumped three feet into the air. There, with an annoyed look on his face was Sasuke; my old crush and heartbreaker.

"She's gone; you can leave now." He said dully, stepping aside and letting me out.

"Thanks, Sasuke." I stood there and saw that I was right. Up close, the changes were obvious. His hair was longer, his lips looked slightly bigger, and his body, well… everything there had changed, but he still had that lean, muscular build.

'He still has that bad temper, though.' I thought as I studied he annoyed expression. I just hadn't realized that it was directed at me.

"Are you just going to stand there staring, or are you going to get out?" he growled.

I scoffed. "Jeez, someone's got nerve, being rude to me in my own house." I quietly opened the door and heard him call me annoying just before it closed with a soft thud.

'Yup,' I shook my head at his manners. 'Sasuke's the same, but I've changed.'