A/N: Soooooooooo… second chapter, here it comes! I know Sasuke might be OOC, but hey! We've never seen anything going on in his head in the manga or anime, except when he's fighting, and it's my fanfic, anyway, so I can do whatever I want! I could decide I like yaoi incest, make him revive his brother and fall in love with him!

But I won't do it…

Anyway, happy reading!

Swirling around, she intended to slap the guy and give him one of her darkest glares.

"Sakura"

She didn't.

It was far worse.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!"

Chakra-filled punch, meet handsome face.

"ITAI! HEY, WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?"

"FOR SURPRISING ME TO DEATH AND BEING IN THE SAME SHOWER AS ME! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE ANYWAY!?"

"STOP SCREAMING!"

"I'M NOT SCREAMING!"

"NO, YOU'RE YELLING!"

"Uh… AAARGH!"

Normal weak punch, meet beautifully muscled and naked chest.

Wait.

Naked?

Sakura's eyes went wide. Naked. Both naked. In the same shower. Touching. At least six inches apart. Naked.

Hell, no!

She emitted a small yelp, covered her breasts with her arms and turned around so that her back was facing him. She turned her head to still be able to see him and shot him a glare mixed with a gigantic blush.

"What's wrong? Nobody's ever seen you naked? I mean, if my memories are correct, I've seen you in your underwear when we were Genin. It's no big deal." Sasuke said with a hint of scepticism.

Apparently, the Uchiha genius didn't know how to talk politely to women. Otherwise, he would have known better than to say that seeing her naked was no big deal. She raised her fist again, ready to punch him and gathered chakra in it. As she swinged it at him, he winced in expectation and closed his eyes, ready to bear the pain.

"What's wrong? Would you be scared of getting hit? Or are you scared of me?" Sakura asked playfully.

"None of those. I just don't want to be punched by a fist as weak as that. They say the weakest can hurt the most." He replied.

"Oooh, so you're scared of being hurt." She said in a fake sweet way. "Well too bad for you."

And chakra-filled punch met handsome face again. They seem to like each other.

"Aah… You've gotta stop doing that!" He spat.

"Well you gotta stop being so arrogant," she replied, turning her back to him again. "And you didn't answer my question. What are you doing here?"

"I'm taking a shower," he answered sarcastically.

"Yeah, I'm aware of that. I wanna know why you're in this village, in this thermal bath station, in this shower."

"I killed my brother a few miles away from here, this was the first village on my path and I was too lazy to go in the baths. And in case you didn't notice, there is only one common shower."

"Wrong. This is the women's shower. The men's is on the other side of that corridor. You're not allowed in here."

"Oh… Well, too bad. Anyway, just admit you're happy you ran into me. Now you can beg me to come back to Konoha with you again."

Sakura raised her fist again, a threatening look on her face. It was amazing how that oh so simple move would make him raise his arms in defence as if she were really evil-looking, and as if he were a poor defenceless child.

"Okay, okay! I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

"Yeah, you meant it as much as you meant that apology!"

"So what?"

And again, and again, and again, chakra-enhanced punch met handsome face. They were thinking about getting married, but they had to have the approval of their owners. Unfortunately, said owners didn't seem to want that very much.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Me!? What the hell is wrong with you?"

"What do you mean, what the hell is wrong with me? You were the one who punched me!"

"You deserved it!"

"Ahem, excuse me?" Came a voice from outside the shower. Both Sasuke and Sakura jumped three meters high before answering in unison:

"WHAT?"

"You might wanna know that men and women can't be in the same shower. I will have to kick mister out."

"Oh, no, it's okay, he's my boyfriend and we were gonna come out anyway," Sakura said matter-of-factly.

"What are you talking about?" Sasuke whispered.

"Just play along, please" she whispered as well.

"No fucking way!" He silently yelled.

"Erm, well, we put that restriction especially for couples who'd want to take a shower together. We don't want our employees to have to wash that… stuff… If you know what I mean."

"Yeah, yeah, gomen. We're going out now… Could you… ? Please?"

"Oh! Right, gomen, I'm going. Have a nice day!" The poor member of the staff sounded so nervous, it was almost hilarious. Unfortunately, if any of them both had started laughing, they would have been sued by the other without hesitation.

Sakura waited until the employee was gone and the door was closed. As soon as she heard the soft 'thump', she turned towards Sasuke.

"Out. Now." She said slowly, her voice low from anger, even though inside, she was laughing hysterically. She couldn't believe how she managed to keep her cool at that particular moment. Sasuke must have been brushing off on her.

Come to think of it, the (way too gorgeous for his own good) Uchiha bastard hadn't been an example of calm since they started… ahem, fervently discussing. He-who-has-no-evident-emotion-other-than-hatred had been… arguing her?

Arguing?

No, impossible. Uchiha Sasuke is way too proud to belittle himself enough to argue with her, let alone anyone for that matter. But, he did seem about to reply something. How strange.

"No, you go out first. I have to…" he hesitated to tell her. Oh, it wasn't anything important, it was just… something his ego wouldn't bear.

"What? You have to what?" She hurried him.

"Washmyclothesintheshower…" he mumbled.

"I'm sorry, what was that? I didn't understand a word you said"

"I… Have… To… Washmyclothesintheshower…" he mumbled again.

"Sasuke-kun, if you're not being cooperative, I can throw you out myself," she warned.

"Fine. I have to… Washmycl-…"

"Louder."

"Washmyclothesinthesh-"

"I said louder."

"I HAVE TO WASH MY CLOTHES IN THE FREAKING SHOWER, DAMNIT!"

"Alright, alright. You don't have to scream," she said in a calm voice. Oh, how she loved to tease him. That would have probably been a better way to get his attention than to flirt with him when they were Genin.

Still, it would have probably made him kill her sooner, too. Or kill her, period. But, the past is the past, and never ever will she stalk him again. To prove it, she reached out for a towel, wrapped it around herself and walked out of the shower.

"Erm, Sakura? Could you, er…"

"What? Really Sasuke-kun, I don't know what happened to you, but you gotta get a grip on your problem and exterminate it so you can be like you were five years ago. You're kind of scaring me with your hesitations," she shot him a worried look.

"Could you give me my clothes?"

"Oh, sure. The bloody ones on the bench?" Sasuke rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Yes, the bloody ones on the bench. Are you PMSing or is just Annoy-The-Uchiha Day?" He asked, not conscious that this question would earn him a new date between is (currently blue and bruised) cheek and Sakura's fist.

After making sure he wouldn't drown in the shower, seeing how she knocked him out, she gave him his clothes and went to the bench where she had left her own clothes.

Sasuke washed away all of the blood that was on his clothes. Finally, the white was white again. Although it wouldn't have been too ugly to have a (blood) red shirt instead of a white one.

Even after seeing his skin become… er, skin-coloured, his hair still felt knotted and smelled… well, bad (he couldn't think of a simpler way to put it). Suddenly, a sly (and undoubtedly stupid) idea popped into his head.

He turned around slowly and looked around in search of what he needed. Then, he saw it. Sakura's strawberry scented shampoo bottle.

Oooooh, what a naughty, naughty boy.

Stealing a (not so) poor and defenceless girl's shampoo.

He poured some in his hands and started washing his hair. Luckily (for him), Sakura was to far from the shower and too caught up in dressing herself to notice the slight scent of strawberries floating from the shower.

He rinsed it with a delighted and sheepish grin, as if he was six years old again, and his mum was washing his hair. He turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around his lower half.

"You know, you'll have to dry those before putting them back on," Sakura said, startling him. She was sitting on the farthest bench, legs crossed, staring at him innocently.

"You-… You waited for me? You didn't leave?" He asked, confused.

"Well, obviously. I still had to wait until you were finished to go get my bottle of shampoo, anyway."

"Oh," he said, hoping she wouldn't notice there was much less shampoo in the bottle than when she left it in the shower.

"By the way, you probably know that there is a laundromat on the other side of the street. Why don't you bring your clothes there to dry them?" She told him smugly.

By the way Sasuke was staring at her – which was questioningly and rather priceless – she assumed that he had never seen it and was feeling quite like a fool at the moment.

"Okay, then I guess you didn't know."

"I can't go out on the street wearing only a towel. I'm not a girl; I don't like it when people see me naked." Oh, that was one he shouldn't have said.

Sakura got up from the bench and neared him threateningly. She did a fake smile as she came up to five centimetres away from him. She swung her hand forward.

Sasuke gave out a small grunt and his eyes went wide. Oh no, she was not doing what he thought – and felt – what she was doing. He turned his head slightly towards her, still looking like an electrified codfish.

Sakura, Haruno Sakura, was holding his balls tight in her fist. And she seemed to be deciding whether he deserved keeping them or not. Apparently being conscious of the fact that he would probably need them if he ever fell in love with her, she judged wiser not to tear them apart from his body.

"Now, Sasuke-kun," she said in a smug voice. "There are several things you seem to misunderstand about women. For example, we don't like it when people see us naked. And, unless you never noticed, you wear the widest cleavage I have ever seen, and you're a boy."

Sasuke chose to ignore the fact that she had just insulted his maturity and that her grip was tightening around his manhood. He winced, however, and started hoping she would let him go soon.

"There is something else you need to know. Never ask a girl if she's PMSing, it is personal and if she is, the reaction is way worse than what I did a few moments ago. Also, never tell her it is no big deal to see her naked, it will hurt her ego, about as much as it would hurt a boy's ego if she told him he had a small penis."

"Now, you're gonna follow me to the laundromat and you won't say a word until were done drying your clothes. Got it?"

Boy, had she become strong-minded.

Sasuke nodded slightly, shutted his eyes and prayed the torture was almost over. To his relief, she let go of his balls and took his hand in hers.

"Come on, now, we don't have all day, do we?" She hurried him, while pulling him towards the exit.

Sasuke could still feel her hands on his package and winced at the memory. Hopefully, after drying his clothes, she would tell him she has business to do and would leave him, letting him heal his bruised cheek and squashed balls.

He had no idea how wrong he was.

A/N: Yay, second chapter done! I'll be gone for two weeks, starting July 15th, but I'll continue getting ideas while I'm gone. I'll make sure to write everything I got when I get back. Review, please!

Ja!

Queen of Pascalities