Here's part three everyone! I'm excited to say that this story is moving along fast and I already have the next two chapters done!

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~Day 3~

The morning rolled around, it was about 7:00 in the morning when Sasuke flipped over to left his side, right where the snow consistently hit the sliding glass doors from his room. His black eyes, still heavy and tired, were being forcibly rubbed by his hands that were now turned into fists. The young man let out a tiresome yawn and set up in bed for a moment before he felt the cold carpet in-between his toes. The air circulation throughout the cabin was cold, his skin and hair was standing on end as he made his way down the stairs wearing nothing but long black sweat pants.

When he reached the bottom floor the young man couldn't help himself letting out a small groan as he looked at the fire place. The fire had died out and was now nothing but ashes, old burnt wood, and scraps of newspaper left behind. Looking to his left, something caught his attention. Lying on the couch, Sakura's long, pink, flowing hair slid over her face as her jade eyes slept all the night away, the seventeen magazine clutched in her small creamy hands. Sasuke made his way slowly and soundly over to the burnt out fire and knelt down, his eyes were narrowed and he let out a sigh as he got back up to his bases.

"Damn, princess can sleep…" He mumbled to himself.

He made his way to the fire wood that sat in the corner of the room from what they had brought in the moment they got to the cabin knowing they would not be able to get it when the snow passes and the wood would become wet. The smallest Uchiha began throwing more logs into the fireplace and crumpled paper to shove under the logs to make it burn faster. Cream colored hands and raven locks bent down to pick up the lighter that sat on the stone and flicked it. Almost imminently, the logs and paper went up in flame. The fire was back on.

"Sakura, get up."

No answer.

"Princess, wake up."

Still no answer.

'I get up and do the work and Princess over here gives herself the luxury of sleeping in.'

Nonchalantly, he rolled his eyes at the corral haired woman.

He stuck his nose in the air in annoyance and gracefully turned around, spinning on his heel, making his way over to the couch where sleeping beauty slept coldly. Onyx orbs scanned up and down her body as he looked at the young women in shorts and a tank top. Her pale skin had a not smooth, but rough texture, goose bumps covered her from head to toe, but her face still seemed so peaceful.

'If she hates the cold so much then why the hell would she fall asleep without a blanket? What a dumb girl.'

Sasuke, being the nice guy that he strongly believes he's not and would deny the truth at any cost, went back up to his bedroom cursing the young woman's name under his breath the whole way went back into his room and took the comforter off of his own bed. Folded it in his perfectly muscular arms and forced his way back down to the base of the house. Stalking back over toward the couch and the pink haired sleeping beauty, Sasuke threw the blanket over the girl who laid so happily on the couch. Slightly rolling his eyes in amusement, a smirk slid across the corner of his lip.

'Princess better cook tonight for this one…'

Once more, the young Uchiha looked at he sleeping form. She really was a beautiful girl, even he couldn't deny that. There was just something about Sakura that knew how to draw him in. There was something so perfect, so pure about her that he and everyone else noticed. For a moment, the raven caught himself gawking at her. Noticing the way the feather comforter wrapped itself around her tight, little curves. Balling his hands hands up into a fist, he growled at himself in resentment at the mental images that passed through his mind.

What.

The.

Hell.?!

Her body was perfect, the raven could not hold it in anymore. Kami, her hair, her eyes, her curves, and most of all her damned pink, cherry tasting lips! He couldn't deny this eyes this opportunity of looking at what could have once been his. What he could have been calling his own for so long. But, once again, everything between the two had changed, and not for the better. There was a time when the two talked everyday and even saw each other after school for a generous amount of time.

Scratching all the thoughts from his head, Sasuke turned around and backed away from the couch as fast as he possibly could without making a sound. He made his way into the dark kitchen and looked for the light, as soon as he found the switch he flipped it on and made his way toward the pantry in hopes for something to eat. Finding a box of Frosted Flakes he searched for a bowl, spoon, and milk. As he found the items he wanted, Sasuke made his way over to the kitchen bar and began shoveling food in his mouth.

How could he think such thoughts about her? It was Sakura! The same Sakura that, less then 24 hours ago, said that she hated him. The same Sakura who broke away from him and left. The same fucking Sakura Haruno who pissed him off to no god damn end! Before he knew it, the Frosted Flakes were gone and the teenager was now sitting alone at the wooden-top bar alone. Realization kicked back in and he had promised that he was going to talk to Sakura today. He was going to get to the bottom of all fucked up shit that tore them apart in the first place.

From the corners of his eyes he could see a bundle of pink hair sit up on the couch and look around for a few seconds. He could see her glancing downward toward the comforter that he had put on her and the scrunched face she made alone with it. The damn look made his blood boil. She was pissed because he did something nice for her? Fine. Fuck it. He wound't play nice anymore. Infuriated Sasuke pushed the bar stool away and abruptly stood up, walked toward the living room and noticed Sakura giving him a very confused look. Shooting a glare in her direction the young man made his way to the stairs and stormed up and onto the second floor.

From the moment he reached the top step a confused pink haired girl sat on the confines of the brown couch. At first she wondered who the blanket was from but seconds later reminded her that it was only herself and Sasuke in the house. Something like putting a blanket over your enemy wasn't something most people would do, certainly not Sasuke. Her bewildered thoughts were soon scattering through her head until she heard the screeching from the kitchen. Seconds later, Sasuke come into the living room and shot her a disgusted scowl.

Getting herself off of the couch, Sakura made her way into the kitchen to find something to eat and came upon an empty white bowl with a spoon resting inside. On the left of the bowl rested the carton of 2% milk and Frosted Flakes. Her confusion rose, it really wasn't like Sasuke leaving things dirty, was it?

Fifteen minutes later, Sakura was back on the sofa watching Project Runway after eating her breakfast. Heavy sounds on the steps caught her attention as she looked up with jade eyes she landed on a freshly cleaned Sasuke. His raven locks were still messy and wet while the scent of coconut and Axe rolled off his body. He wore a pare of dark jeans with a black, long sleeved, v-neck shirt that outlined the muscles on his perfectly toned arms perfectly. To sum it up he looked like some sort of sex god.

For a few seconds the two looked at each other in total silence. The pinkette couldn't help but feel ugly in the presence of Sasuke. He was such a good looking guy with the cool and confident attitude to match. These things are what drew people to him, males included. Not to mention he had a massive amount of money to go along with everything. Their stares broke by the youngest Uchiha walked over to Sakura and ripping the remote right from her small cream colored hands.

"What the hell?" She spat.

There was no response as the only male and made his way to the brown chair, away from the single girl. Silence filled the room as apple green eyes narrowed at the sight of onyx. Sasuke shot one of the most dangerous glares that he could must up at the pinkette. To his dismay it didn't even phase her. Surly she was completely immune to it by now but he still had to try and get his point a crossed. The silence finally broke as Sakura spoke again, this time with more force and both hands on her small pointed hips.

"Sasuke! I asked what the hell was that?! I was watching something!"

"What you were watching was stupid."

Two angers we're spiraling at this point, it was obvious to both that the other was nonetheless livid. For a moment Sakura actually cursed herself for thinking Sasuke was going to be a nice, stand-up guy like he used to be. But no, those days we're long gone and things changed. Oh how time changes everything, not to mention everyone. For a second she thought that he would treat her like he used to, before he went all man-slut and started sleeping with everything that moved. It probably didn't even have to have a damn vagina! He and Naruto spend quit a bit of time together, hell he might just be in the closet and using all this as a damn cover!

"Look, that might work with one of your bitches Sasuke, but I will not put up with your bullshit. Give the remote back!"

Confused and outraged by her accusing statement, Sasuke shot up and spun around in seat to see a pink headed, green eyes little bombshell with a scowl plastered a crossed her cherry tasting lips. He body was tense and he knew that she was on the edge of blowing up, just the reaction he knew would come from her.

'Damn, she's sexy when she's mad.'

Snapping himself out of his own thoughts he returned to the woman who still remained on the couch. Her cheeks were slowly becoming a flustered pink color with every passing second. He would make her so mad that she would spill out every single god damn reason that she claimed she hated him. They would lay everything out on the table and go from there. If things remained as they were fine, so be it. But he would not go another day without an answer to anything.

"Tsk. Like you have any room to talk."

"Escuse me?!"

"You fucking heard me!"

There was another moment of shared silence as the two exchanged another intense gaze. But something was different. There wasn't only anger behind jade eyes, but something else. Sadness maybe? Sasuke was never one to comfort people and sure as hell didn't know how to understand his emotions, how could he understand anyone else's? Let alone the over emotional Sakura. But even with all of his obliviousness he was able to see something else lurking behind those green pools, buried underneath a shit load of hatred.

Standing up from her seat, once again Sakura for herself making her way toward this large wooden stairs that seemed like a safe haven. Up stairs would be the only place she would be able to find some comfort. As she raced the first step of many, she rested he hand on the wooden railing, drained her neck back to Sasuke, giving him a glare. This isn't how she planned her day on going form the moment she had woken up, but things always happened for a reason.

"You're a jerk.. always have been." She muttered under her breath before resuming her walk back to her room until tomorrow came.

Sitting alone in the entertainment room Sasuke's mind became hazy and ramped with thoughts. Being called an ass he could understand. Being yelled at for being a dick he could get. Being told he was a douche-bag, not a big deal. But being called a jerk? That was something that hurt. In all honesty, he could never remember Sakura calling him a jerk before. To him, that was something that hit below the belt. Slumming down in his chair, he lost himself in thoughts.

Plan failed.

*****To Be Continued*****

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