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Chapter sixteen

Action!

The sky had turned black over the city of Konoha. It looked like an enormous dark sheet splattered with tiny white dots covering the world. A really beautiful night, indeed, but Itachi Uchiha didn't notice. He was too busy driving his car, heading back to the museum, and thinking about how annoying having friends was, especially if your friends were delusional red-haired artists who attended every single art exposition to expose their not-good-enough-to-become-famous paintings.

Yeah, Sasori was such a pain in the butt. First, he made Itachi drive him to that stupid art exposition. Then, he made him stay until the exposition finished so he could drive him home. Was that a good friend? Itachi thought it wasn't, and also started to reconsider finding other friends, friends who wouldn't make him stay in a stupid and boring marionettes-themed exposition just because they needed him.

He should head back to his house and leave Sasori alone. That guy sure had money to pay a taxi, right? His family was rich; he always had money in his wallet even if he didn't have a job. Besides, it would serve him right. He would start to think it twice before making Itachi his freaking personal driver.

Itachi sighed as he stopped at a red light. No, he couldn't leave Sasori alone, no matter how much he hated him right now. What if Sasori had forgotten his wallet or something? He'd need to walk home, carrying his heavy paintings. And what if some dudes tried to steal his paintings? What if the dudes were carrying a knife or a gun? Sasori would rather be shot or staved before having his "art" stolen.

He could die. And Itachi didn't want to feel guilty after that. He had to drive him home tonight. But it was so going to be the last time.

When he got to the museum, Sasori was waiting for him at the museum's entrance. As Itachi parked his car in front of it, he realized the museum was closed and deserted. The only lights on were the ones illuminating the museum's outsides.

Sasori opened the door and put his paintings on the back seat. He then sat on the passenger's seat and slammed the door closed.

"You're late," he said sharply, glaring at the driver.

Itachi shrugged, unaffected. "I was busy." He pulled the car into the driveway and headed to Sasori's apartment.

Inside, he couldn't believe it. After all he was doing for him, he dared to act like this? He regretted not making a U turn and going back to his house, leaving Sasori alone in the middle of the night so he could be killed by some random thieves.

"Busy with what?" Sasori barked. "Or, actually, busy with whom?"

"C'mon, Sasori," Itachi said, rolling his dark eyes. "Do you really think I'm that much of a womanizer?"

Sasori didn't answer.

"Why thank you, you flatter me."

"Answer my question, Itachi," Sasori said, clearly annoyed. Itachi suddenly thought that Sasori's attitude shouldn't have surprised him; he had been waiting for him for probably an hour, and he wasn't very patient. But that still didn't give him the right to be so offensive towards him, not after all that he'd done for him. However, as the really nice guy he was, Itachi didn't bother to tell that to him.

"I'll be honest with you. I actually invited a friend to this art exposition, because, you know, I didn't want to get too bored as I waited for you. She brought a friend, and then the three of us got hungry and went to this cool Italian restaurant and ate pizza. After that, I took them home."

Sasori snorted. "Yeah, right. I know you, dude, and I know you didn't just eat dinner with them."

"Oh, c'mon, they're seventeen!" Itachi exclaimed. "I'm not a pedophile."

"Seven-what?" Sasori asked, utterly shocked.

"Seventeen. And I didn't even touch them. It was just an innocent evening at an Italian restaurant, trust me."

Sasori just rolled his eyes. They stayed quiet for a moment, until Sasori suddenly asked: "Were they hot?"

"I guess one of them is okay, the one I invited," Itachi replied, shrugging. "But I want nothing serious with her; just some fun and then it's over. And her friend is not bad, but I already knew her. I know her since she was a kid, so she's more like a little sister to me, you know?"

Sasori nodded.

"I bet you wish I had taken you with me, huh?" Itachi suddenly said, smirking. "So you could meet the girls and judge them by yourself."

"I don't think so," Sasori replied. "I actually did meet someone today." From the corner of his eye, Itachi saw him smiling. "And I think she's the only one I've ever wanted to meet."

Itachi actually took his eyes off the road to look at him with disbelief. "You are kidding, right?"

Sasori shook his head. "I'm not. I think she's the One, dude."

Itachi thought he had never heard something cornier, and he felt like puking, but instead he let his friend continue.

"She's seventeen, just like the girls you left with, and yeah, she's young, but I'm young too – only twenty one – and four years of difference are nothing, right?"

She was seventeen too? "How does this girl look like?" Itachi asked.

"Well, she's easy to recognize. She has pink hair, and bright green eyes and… well, she's pretty. Really pretty."

Itachi glanced at Sasori and saw a stupid, dreamy expression on his face. He looked back at the road and frowned slightly. Pink hair and green eyes? Sasori was obviously talking about Sakura. Itachi wondered if he should tell him he knew her… and decided not to mention it. What was the point, anyways?

"So your One has finally come, huh?" he said instead, smirking.

Sasori sighed. "Yeah, I hope so. I've been looking for her for too long; it was time for her to appear. And, you know, Itachi? You should start looking for you One too. You're twenty two already. Don't you think you should settle down and find a formal girlfriend?"

"Let's not talk about me," Itachi replied dryly.

"Hey, but really, you seriously need to-"

"We're here," Itachi interrupted, parking the car in front of the blue building Sasori lived in.

Sasori looked at his home, then back at Itachi. He sighed, thanked Itachi for the drive, took his paintings and got out of the car. Itachi watched him leave, a small smile appearing on his face.

Sasori and Sakura, huh? He would've never expected it.

"Ten pm. Freaking ten pm! And you think it's too early to go home?"

A girl who looked exactly like TenTen rolled her eyes. "My God, what are you? Eighty years old?" she replied. "Of course it's early! Night's just starting, baby!"

TenTen – the real one – who was now nothing but an invisible spirit out of her body, stared at her clone, which was actually a very bitchy fairy named Kim inside of her body, with shock. She opened her mouth to say something, but then she closed it. She opened it again, and then closed it again. Finally, she sighed and shook her head.

"God, if I were your mother, I'd be so stressed out…" she murmured.

"I don't have a mother," Kim said bluntly.

"You sure don't," Temari said. She was feeling as exasperated as her invisible friend. Not only because the fairy's attitude was a pain in the ass, but because she was tired and hungry and it was late and she wanted to go home. She didn't feel like dealing with Kim right now.

"Okay, let's do something," Temari continued, putting her hands on her hips. "Kim, just give TenTen her body back here and now and then go home or wherever you are when you're not here. After that, I'll take TenTen home and then go to my own house and have a nice, relaxing bath before getting into bed and finally falling asleep. Do we all agree with that?"

"Yeah," Kim and TenTen mumbled in unison.

"Okay," Temari said. "The hurry up, I'm really eager to get to the me-getting-into-bed part."

Kim sighed, looking clearly annoyed she had to give TenTen her body back. She turned around, walked, and stopped until she was standing two meters away from TenTen's spirit – which only she could see. She turned around to face them, closed her eyes and put her palms against each other.

A second later, Temari jumped at the sound of Kim's voice right beside her, where she had thought TenTen's spirit was standing. "Phew, I feel exhausted," the fairy said, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand.

Temari stared at Kim, and then turned to TenTen. The brunette was staring at her hands as if they were the most fascinating things in the world. "Seriously, this so awesome," TenTen said with an amazed look on her face. "I'll never again say magic is lame."

"You better not," Kim replied, looking offended. "Anyways, I'll be leaving now. Tell Sakura she's next."

"I don't think we'll need to," Temari said. "She knows she's the only one who hasn't paid you."

"Oh, that's true; she's the last one…" Kim said with wide eyes. She looked as if she had forgotten it. "I can't believe it… It's over. You'll never see me again, and I'll never see you again… And there's only one more day for me to live as a human!"

"Hey, Kim," Temari said softly, seeing the fairy's sad expression. "But you'll have many more silly girls who had made a love spell to annoy, right?"

"Yeah, but… you guys have been special…"

Temari couldn't believe it. Was that what Kim thought about them? She turned to TenTen, giving her an oh-my-God-can-you-believe-it look, which she returned.

"Why?" TenTen asked the sad-looking fairy.

"Well, because you've been the only humans who know that I borrow human bodies to feel human again. You know about my past," Kim replied.

TenTen and Temari looked at each other again. Temari opened her mouth to say something to Kim, but the fairy interrupted her. "Anyways, I'll be leaving now." She sighed and looked at the two girls with half-closed eyelids. "Thanks for, you know, paying me."

Temari and TenTen could do nothing but smile at her. Then Kim turned around and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The next day in the morning, Sakura was the one who entered the classroom looking like the happiest girl in the world while Ino was the one who freaked out.

"What is going on?" Ino asked her best friend as she sat beside her.

"What? Can't I be happy for no reason?"

Ino rolled her eyes. "That's my line. Seriously, Sakura, what happened?"

"Oh, nothing important," Sakura said, shrugging, "just that I have a date with the hottest guy on Earth. But really, it's nothing important."

Ino's blue eyes widened. "Are you serious?"

Sakura smiled widely and turned to her friend. "Yes!" she said excitedly. "And – oh my God, Ino, he's SO cool!" They squealed together, looking like a pair of teenage girls who just got an autograph from their greatest idol.

"Oh, my gosh!" Ino exclaimed. "How – when – who!" Her face was getting so red from excitement Sakura started to worry.

"Calm down, Ino-pig!" Sakura said.

"But – but you have to tell me everything!" the blonde exclaimed. "I mean, how did this happen? Wasn't I the one who met a hot guy to replace her ex-boyfriend?"

"Yeah, you are, but I am, too," Sakura replied. "So yeah, we're both lucky."

"This is so COOL! It's like – like best-friends' luck!"

Sakura giggled. "I know! But anyways, wanna know how I met this guy?"

Ino nodded excitedly and listened to her friend attentively. Sakura told her everything: about the first time she met Sasori, about how he seemed to be a jerk but was actually really nice, about how they officially met, about the painting of Elissabetta…

"Wait, a lesbian?" Ino repeated, frowning.

"I know, I freaked out when he told me that too," Sakura said, smiling at the memory of it. "But it's a beautiful story for a painting, don't you think? The woman getting tired of men and becoming a lesbian, and then crying every day because her girlfriend doesn't back from her trip, and then the sky cries with her…" She sighed. "Ah, it's so romantic. He is so romantic."

"It seems like it. What was his name again?"

"Sasori," Sakura said. "Anyways, as I was saying, I suddenly started to think what it would be like to become a lesbian just because I got tired of men. But then I thought that I'd never get tired of men because, well, some of them are really sexy. I used Sasori as an example, and thinking about his sexiness made me blush and he noticed it... And he told me that I shouldn't become a lesbian because any guy would die to date me. It was all a misunderstood, but I pretended he was right, and asked him if any guy would date me, including him. So, um... I think I kind of flirted with him."

"Oh God, you got to be kidding," Ino said, laughing. "Sakura Haruno flirted with a hot guy? Yeah, right, and pigs fly!"

Sakura rolled her eyes at her friend. When Ino was done laughing, she said, "Of course pigs fly, Ino. If we get you into an airplane, there'll be a pig flying, right?"

Ino made a face. "Whatever. What happened then?"

Sakura sighed. "Well, he suddenly smiled and asked if tonight was okay with me. He also said he'd talk to my parents if they weren't comfortable letting their daughter go to a date with a guy older than her. I said yes and, well… I have a date tonight!"

"And I'm so happy for you!" Ino said, hugging her. "For both of us. We're moving on pretty quickly, huh?"

"I guess so," Sakura said, hugging her best friend back. She had her eyes closed, and when she opened them, the first thing she saw was Sasuke sitting a couple desks away from them. She thought for a moment that he had been watching her, but either she was imagining stuff or he had looked away very quickly, because he now seemed as if he didn't even know she was there.

She looked at him for one more moment, feeling her stomach turn and her heart beat faster at the sight of him, and then leaned back and smiled at Ino. Ino smiled back and wished her luck for her date.

"Thanks," Sakura said, and she thought she was indeed going to need it. Everyone needed some luck to replace the love of their lives.

She had seen him. Oh God, she had seen him staring at her. She knew he had heard. And she probably thought he was pathetic and a stalker and a creep.

Sasuke shook his head. Maybe he was being paranoid. He knew Sakura well; he knew she was kind of absent-minded. Maybe she did see him staring at her, but he had turned away as fast as he could, so she probably thought she had been imagining stuff, right? Yeah, that was possible.

He calmed down. She didn't see him staring at her; she didn't know he had listened to almost everything she had told to Ino. It was all right.

No, it wasn't all right. Sakura had a date, with a twenty-one-year-old dude. She was moving on – forgetting about him. She didn't love him anymore.

Sasuke folded his arms on the desk and buried his face between them, thinking how much his life sucked, just as the bell rang and the class started.

Itachi had been taking a nap on the couch when he heard the door slam. He opened his eyes and got up slowly, thinking that it was probably a burglar ready to kill him. Bring it on, he thought. His karate classes hadn't been a waste, and he was a black belt: he knew how to defend himself. (Unless the burglar had a weapon; in that situation, Itachi was helpless.)

But it wasn't a burglar. It was just his younger brother, Sasuke, coming back from school, looking so angry and depressed Itachi almost felt sympathy – almost. But what Itachi did feel was disappointment. He had hoped it would be a burglar, because he wanted to have some action to his boring life.

Sasuke was heading upstairs. Itachi was surprised. His brother used to go to the kitchen and eat something before locking himself in his bedroom. Something was wrong today.

"Sasuke," Itachi called him, and Sasuke stopped and looked at his brother emotionlessly. "Come here, please."

Sasuke obeyed, which was something even weirder. Since when did Sasuke do what his older brother said without questioning him?

"What?" the younger Uchiha asked dryly when he was standing in front of his brother.

"Aren't you going to eat something?" Itachi asked.

"I'm not hungry."

"Not even thirsty?"

"No."

"Why did you slam the door?"

"Because I wanted to."

"Are you going to you bedroom?"

"Yes."

"And why are you angry?"

"Because my girlfriend-"

Dammit, he caught himself, Itachi thought as his brother's eyes widened. Sasuke always fell for that old trick of making someone pointless questions and suddenly making a very important one without them noticing. He always answered it fully, but now he interrupted himself before spitting it all out. Perhaps he was learning.

"You girlfriend, huh?" Itachi asked, raising an eyebrow and looking clearly amused. "What did she do, Sasuke? She broke up with you? She cheated on you? She didn't want to have sex with you?"

"God, no!" Sasuke exclaimed. "It's nothing, Itachi. Leave me alone."

"So it is the sex thing, huh?" Itachi nodded. "I knew it. Listen, little brother, you have to give her time. Also, be very romantic and give her expensive gifts. That way she'll say yes. You just have to be constant and patient and-"

"Dammit, shut up, that's not it!" Sasuke interrupted. "She just… well, we broke up a few days ago and she's already dating another guy."

"Really?" Itachi didn't think he could be any more amused. "Who's this girl, Sasuke?"

"It's Sakura," he replied, clearly embarrassed.

"Oh, I remember her!" Itachi exclaimed, and he actually smiled. Now it all made sense! Sasuke's girlfriend was Sakura, and Sakura's new boyfriend was Sasori. How amusing!

"Yeah. Well, that's why I'm angry. Can I leave now?" Sasuke asked.

"Sure, sure," Itachi said. His brother turned around and ran upstairs, slamming his bedroom's door.

Itachi smirked and sat down on the couch. He had finally found the action he wanted in his life.

Notes: I didn't like the ending. ): Got any reviews for meeeeeee? :D