I know its been a year and a half. Dont remind me. i just want to say. i'm sorry. I just fell out of love with this story. I was about to put it on Hiatus, and kinda did when a fan, reaper 7, asked if i could keep going. First i was like uhh, no. But after a bit of thinking i decided i should, buecause if i liked a story and the author stopped i'd be pissed, sad and disappointed. So ya.

This chapter is dedicater to Reaper 7 and Spaz-chan (for the idea)

Sasuke's POV

"Ok, so we're here, pick your stupid bra and let's go," Sakura demanded as she pointed to a rack of bras in front of us.

"What's the rush?" I asked as I leisurely started looking as the contraptions in front of me. It's a wonder how any female could put up with these things, they looked so painful.

"The sooner we finish the sooner I get away from you," She sneered. She went to the opposite side of the rack and started shifting through a few red bras.

"Oh come on, you can't hate me that much," I joked, hoping she would agree. She kept looking through bra and stopped at one.

"I can and I do," she said, without even looking up from her bra.

"What do you hate about me?" I asked, intrigued by our conversation. Our first civil conversation, I must add.

She picked up a red bra and started inspecting it. "Well, there are a lot of reasons why I dislike you," She kept looking at the bra. "For example, when I first met you, you were a bitch, and you never stopped being one. You flaunt your body around like a model, which, let's face it, you could never be. But, I would have to say what bothers me the most about you is your degrading personality,"

I raised an eyebrow. "Degrading?"

She finally looked up from the bra and glared at me. "Yes, degrading. Do I need to get you a dictionary? Degrading means to lower in character or quality, to debase, it also can mean-"

"I know what it means," I dead panned. "How am I degrading is what I want to know, stupid,"

"That's exactly what I mean! You insult me like you're so much better than I am. Like you know everything, and therefore I know nothing." She shouted. A few people in the store stared at, and eavesdropped our conversation.

"I have a reason for all of this," I said, trying to calm her down somewhat. "Happy people who think they can control the world by a nice smile or a-"

"Control people?" She slammed the bra back on the rack. "I do not try to control people! I'm a good person, and I try to be nice to everyone I meet. I guess you don't know what that's like,"

"As I was saying," I said louder, attempting to ignore and diminish her shrieking. "The reason why I 'flaunt my body' is because I can. Just because you don't have anything to show off doesn't mean the rest of us should hide God's gift to us," Why was I being this rude? I know I wasn't supposed to be nice to her, but this was wrong. She shouldn't be belittled like this. Right then and there I should have stopped. And I would have, if I didn't have such a competitive nature about me that fueled me to keep going until I won.

She cocked an eye brow and smirked. "You're blind right? Have you seen me? I definitely have much to flaunt, and I never-"

I sighed loudly. "I wish you wouldn't keep interrupting me. You're testing my patience," She scoffed. "The only reason I keep insulting you is because it's fun. Yeah, I know it sound mean, but I pick on people who are used to it. And you look like you have gotten a fair share of jokes at your expense. I mean, first of all you have such unusual eyes! Green, really? Wal-Mart didn't have any normal looking contact? And your hair. Pink? Do you want attention so badly that you dye your hair pink? That's pathetic. Oh yeah, and it wouldn't hurt you lose a couple of pounds. I know curves are in, but hourglass curves, not circles," I smirked at her speechlessness. I had finally won. Now after all of this fighting we could finally talk about normal things, things those girls always laugh and giggle at. Whatever the hell that is.

When I got out of my own thoughts I focused on her face and swore I saw tears her eyes.

Too bad she punched me square in the nose before I could get a better look.

"Pick out your damn bras and let's go," she ordered as she walked away. I sat on the floor for a while before it registered.

She punched me.

Sakura punched me.

Sasuke Uchiha

No one punches an Uchiha without consequences.

I scrambled after her and grabbed her hair. Since I was a chick, I was going to use every advantage I had. I yanked her down to the ground.

"What the fu-" before she screeched at me I kicked her in the face.

"Don't ever punch me again. Ever," I menaced.

"Bitch!" She yelled she swept her feet under me, sending me tumbling to the ground. Before I had time to blink she pounced on top of me. Any other time I would have been majorly turned on by this vixen on top on me, but avoiding her fists was my only focus. She landed a few good blows before I gave a right hook to her jaw that sent her flying off me.

After checking if anything was broken, I got up and decided to check up on Sakura, and maybe apologize again. Maybe.

When I looked around she was nowhere to be found.

The next second I see her in front of me, with fire in her eyes. This is the only time in my life I will admit I was scared shitless.

Without a word, her hand flew up behind my head, took a handful of my hair, and slammed it into her knee.

After the second time I heard the distinct crunching of a bone breaking. My nose to be exact.

This is why genin are only allowed to fight with the supervision of a chunin. Left alone with an angry female, we were no match.

Knowing I had to get out of there I carefully, and very skillfully I might add, swung my left arm and hit the side of her head. She stumbled back a bit, but then came charging at me. This time I was ready though. Since she gave me a broken bloody nose, I thought I would return the favor.

When she was about to attack I side stepped her and threw my fist into the bridge of her nose. I felt the bone snap under my fist and smiled.

I withdrew my fist and backed away from her. "I think we're even here," I said cockily. She glared at me.

"Oh, we are far from it," She was about to punch me, which I would have avoided, when a worker, I assume the manager, grabbed her wrist.

"I've seen enough out of you two! This is Victoria's secret, not some school parking lot. If you want to fight resume it somewhere else," The manager grabbed my wrist as well and escorted us, forcefully, out of the store.

That day I learned never try to have a civil conversation with a female.

Did you know i actually had to Youtube girl fight to write this? Im sorry if it's sort of crappy, but I am no wa an action writer, and this is the reason why. This was so hard haha.
i know this isn't exactly formatted the way i usually write it, but i just got so into it i had 1,000ish words on one couple. if i tried to fit another in i wouldn't do them justice. So SasuSaku had a chapter all to themselves :D. This chapter was a idea from a fan, which was MUCH appeciated. So, yeah, basically i need help, and lots of it. if youhave an idea, for any couple please, please, PLEASE tell me. After a year and a half i need all the help i can get.

Once again I'm so sorry to all my fans that loved this story, and because of you all I'm going to finish it. Thanks for caring :)

Edited while listening to Little man by Atmosphere