A/N: It's a relief to know that when I'm bored and I have nothing to do, I can always count on my story to keep me occupied. Honestly, this has kept me in front of my computer for something like 14 hours now!

I'm also quite ashamed to admit it, but what really made my mind work was the song "The Call" by the Backstreet Boys. It is true and it's a very lame song, but somehow, it really helps.

Anyway!

Here is chapter six, in which Sasuke ad Sakura start to learn about each other more. There will be about two conversations in each chapter, and if you have any ideas of what kind of things they could talk about, tell me.

Enjoy!

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"Why do I have to pay for the room?"

"Because you're the man here!"

"So?"

"It would make you a gentleman if you did!"

"Maybe I don't wanna be a gentleman!"

"Well, you don't have a choice!"

"And why is that?"

"I'm broke and you happen to have all you companions' money, plus Itachi and Kisame's!"

"Kisame?"

"His partner."

"Oh. Shark-Man."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Uh huh."

It is truly amazing how two seventeen-year-olds of the opposite sex fighting can look like an old married couple. Yelling stuff at each other over stupid things in the middle of a public place. A normal teenager couple would rather make out in the middle of a public place. But are Sasuke and Sakura a normal teenager couple? Nope!

Now you're gonna say "They're not even a couple!"

…

Details, details!

"Come on, go and pay already! I'm tired and I have a headache."

"Alright, alright! Geez…"

Sasuke handed the money to the lady behind the counter and took the key. He turned around to look at Sakura and, upon seeing her highly annoyed face, waved the key in front of her eyes.

"Here, I have the damned key, now get that scowl off your face and come with me." He took her hand and guided her to the room they (ahem, he) had just rented.

Sakura opened her bag to take out her pyjamas while Sasuke dashed straight for the bathroom. He was joyfully and delightfully relieving himself (he was literally hearing bells of glory) until her heard a high-pitched not-so girly scream. He ran out of the bathroom (after pulling his pants up, of course!) and stared, his eyes wide, at Sakura holding her pyjamas in one of her hands.

Soaked in ink.

"My pyjamas! My ink!" she screamed, her eyes welling up. She stuffed the clothes back in her bag and slapped herself.

"Oh come on! Don't cry now! Stupid… Stupid… Stupid!" She slapped her cheeks every time the word "Stupid" came out of her mouth.

"Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" she was about to hit her own face once more when a hand took hold of her wrist.

"Stop doing that. It's annoying," Sasuke said calmly.

"Sasuke-kun? Are you… you?" She asked, dumbfounded.

"What?"

"I mean, you're acting like your normal self."

"Oh." He looked away for a minute, then brought his eyes back at her.

"What's the matter?" He asked, yet again calmly.

"My ink bottle broke and it spilled on everything I had in my bag. Especially my clothes," she answered, pouting.

"So?"

"So? So that means I don't have anything to wear, no ninja clothes, no normal clothes, no pyjamas, no nothing! I can't sleep in the clothes I wore today, it'd be disgusting! If only I had-…" her eyes widened, then her face twisted into an evil grin.

"Sasuke-kuuuuun?" She started slyly.

"Sakura, don't pull that face on me," he said, beginning to panic. "I don't like it. Sakura, stop!"

"Oh, but Sasuke-kun, I only wanted to ask you to lend me some clothes," she said in a mix of innocence and teasing.

"No."

"Why?"

"Because I said no."

"Pleeeeeaaaaaase?"

"No!"

"Hm, you're mean!" She pouted like a spoiled child.

"Shut up."

"HEY!"

"Sorry."

"You better be."

"HEY!"

"Sorry."

They both sighed. Sakura looked up at him again.

"Erm, Sasuke-kun? Could you let go of my wrist, please?"

"Oh! Yeah, sure, sorry." He freed her wrist and walked towards the bed. He sat on it and picked up his bag. Sakura approached him hesitantly.

"Sasuke-kun? Would you, please, lend me some clothes so I can sleep in them?" She asked, making a huge effort to ask politely.

He shot her a mild glare. She cast her eyes to the floor, turned around and walked away. "Stupid Sasuke, not even willing to share. That'd be the least he could do-…"

POF.

A bunch of clothes landed on the back of her head and fell on the floor. She turned around, a vein popping in her head, ready to yell the living daylights out of the young Uchiha who was staring at her innocently. He pointed at the pile of clothes at her feet.

"Wear that," he said matter-of-factly.

She stared at the dark blue clothes for a good five minutes, deadpanned. Then she bent down and picked them up. She walked to the bathroom, entered the room and closed the door, still staring at the fabric between her fingers, as if dumbstruck.

A few minutes later, she walked out hesitantly, unsure of what to think. She was wearing a dark blue short-sleeved turtle-neck that was way too big for her, with the black shorts she wore under her skirt. She glanced at Sasuke, wondering what he thought about it. His eyes were wide and his mouth was hanging open.

"Sasuke-kun? Whose clothes are these?" She asked carefully.

"My clan's," he answered, still dumbfounded.

"Yeah, I already guessed that part," She replied sceptically. "Whose is you clan are these?"

"Oh! Erm… Well, I don't know, but I was supposed to inherit them, so I guess they're mine."

"Uh huh…" Sakura shrugged. "Oh well, good night."

She climbed on the bed and got under the covers. He followed her, feeling sleepy, and closed his eyes peacefully, his back towards hers. Hopefully she wouldn't-…

"Sasuke-kun?"

Ask anything else.

"Hmm?" he groaned.

"Why does you clan always wear navy or black clothes? Don't they wear anything else?" She asked.

"My clan was in the police service. Like ninjas, they couldn't be detected, so they only wore dark clothes to stay unnoticeable," he answered, feeling like a school teacher explaining a very simple matter to a child.

"But that's not healthy! And certainly not pretty either," she exclaimed, almost outraged.

"Wearing bright colours is what is not healthy." She turned around, sending his back a dark glare, feeling he was making an allusion to her bright red zip up shirt. "And for a ninja, the point of wearing clothes is not to be pretty, but to not be naked."

"Alright, alright, but you always wear dark blue and black stuff. After that, you wonder why you're all gloomy and angsty," she scolded. "It is proven fact that what we wear affects our mood."

"Oh, so that's why you're so loud, obnoxious and easy to spot!" He exclaimed, turning around.

"No, that's Naruto."

"Fine, then you're bright and annoying. Does that sound like you? Wait a second, hmm, YES! IT DOES!"

"No, it doesn't!" Something inside him snapped.

"Want me to prove it? Red is a very bright colour, and it's highly annoying. Why do you think it's the colour that angers bulls? About you, you are bright, no doubt about that, you're very intelligent, but you're so annoying that you don't even seem to have a brain! And by the way, what's the point in wearing a skirt if it doesn't even cover your legs? You have shorts under it, fine, but don't you think it'd be way more efficient if you only wore them?"

Oh, he was mad! Well, on the outside, he was. On the inside, he was screaming at himself to stop talking, because Sakura was crying again and she looked hurt. She seemed to be shrinking under his gaze that had turned to Sharingan, hot tears flowing down her cheeks.

"Why are you saying that?" She asked, her voice erased and broken.

"Because you never understand when somebody tells you! You're so stuck up in your own little world that you don't bother with other people's feelings! They could be trying to tell you they're annoyed to hell, you would still run around them asking stupid questions and calling them with stupid, useless affectionate names! And when somebody finally succeeds in telling you, you whine, you bawl and you make us all regret that we told you!"

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" She yelled, pushing him off the bed. She got on her feet and started to slap and punch him, not even thinking of using her chakra.

"I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY I'M SO DAMN ANNOYING BUT IT'S JUST THE WAY I AM! JUST LIKE YOU ARE A BASTARD! A GODDAMN BASTARD!" She hit him harder, pushing him towards the door.

"Ah, bravo, Sasuke, very clever!" Sasuke thought to himself through the shower of hits he was receiving. "Now she's mad at you! You couldn't stop, now way! Never! You had to go all the way and make her hate you! Well, what are you waiting for? Apologize! Do something!"

Sasuke managed to grasp Sakura's wrists and pull her to his chest. He encircled his arms around her, trying to stop her from hitting him. She still pounded her fists on his chest for a while, calling him a bastard, until she calmed down and let herself be hugged. She cried into his chest, forgetting why she was mad at him and soaking his shirt.

He pulled her towards the bed and under the covers, still squeezing her to his chest. He softly rubbed her back, "sh"-ing her to sleep. She cried again for a few minutes, then the sound of her sobs lowered and her breaths evened. Sasuke watched her fall asleep, snuggling in his chest.

Why? Why did he have to insult her that way? They had built some kind of friendship over the two days they spent together and he had managed to ruin it all in two minutes. To tell the truth, those had been the two happiest days of his life since his family's death. A single tear fell from his right eye and crashed on the bridge of his nose.

He closed his eyes and let sleep take him over. In the morning, he would apologize. Yeah, he would definitely apologize.

She deserved it.

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When Sakura woke up, she was in bed, alone and freezing. She sat up, scanning the room with her eyes. Sasuke was nowhere to be seen. She got on her feet and walked to where she had left her skirt. She put it on and sat back on the bed, still wearing Sasuke's shirt.

The door of the room opened, letting the Uchiha in. He stared at Sakura for a moment before walking towards her. She stood up, her eyes locked to him. He stopped three feet from her and fixed her.

"Sakura, I'm-"

SLAP.

His face flew to the right, his left cheek hurting like hell. Sakura lowered her arm and stared intently at the mark her hand had left on his face. He turned his head back towards her, his eyes wide.

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!" She yelled.

"What!?"

"Where have you been? Why did you leave? I thought you were gone!"

"I-… You-…" He stuttered, dumbstruck, his eyes as wide as the bowls he was holding. "Why would I be gone?"

"I don't know, because you had enough of me, because you changed your mind and decided not to go back to Konoha! The point is you were NOT in this room!"

"I went to get breakfast!" He said innocently, showing the two bowls he had in his hands.

"Oh… Thank you… That's… very sweet of you," she said, calming down. He handed her one of the bowls, which she took, and sat on the bed. He started eating his food, watching her from the corner of his eye.

"Erm, Sakura? Do… Do you remember… what happened last night?" He asked carefully, focussing his eyes on his food.

Sakura's head shot up. She looked at him questioningly. Last night. Yes, something happened last night. The ink, the clothes, the questions.

The fight.

Her eyes widened. They had fought last night, she remembered now. A horrible fight. She couldn't remember what had been said, though. She remembered being scared, and she remembered crying. She had cried again. She lowered her eyes, feeling ashamed.

"I'm sorry."

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A/N: Crappy cliffhanger! Who's apologizing, Sasuke or Sakura? Keep reading and you'll know! That is my way of hiding the fact that I desperately want you all to keep reading… Anyway, hope you enjoyed. I know I did.

Review, please.

Don't forget to check out my two new stories, Band Camp and France

Ja!

Queen of Pascalities