Hey everyone! :) So last story/chapter I was telling you about how I had another idea, and guess what. I wrote it. Already? Yes. I'm just that good X3 hahah, right...Well I was out walking the other day (yeah I walk for fun XD I'm a weirdo I know) and some guy was playing his drums outside. And anyways It got me thinking, and poof! An idea. So yeah, you get the basic idea of the story...Oh and if you were wondering, he was really good at playing too! :D I wanted to sit and listen to him play all night, but I couldn't XD haha

Summary: Running late doesn't always lead to a bad thing. Maybe slowing down and smelling the roses, or listening to a stranger play the drums is exactly what you need to relax and understand yourself.

I was late. No, later than late! And I was going to get in shit for it!

I ran down the sidewalk, avoiding anyone who may have been walking by at that time. People yelled and pointed fingers at me as I passed. I mumbled a 'sorry' to some, and to others I returned the hand gesture.

"Damnit!" I yelled, I was losing my breath, and it wasn't something I could lose, not at this moment.

It was pushing my curfew, which is why I was running like a made-man. Last time I had gotten home late my parents grounded me for three weeks. That means, no phone, no computer, no TV, just work...And I hated work more than anything in the world! Even more than my annoying neighbour, Naruto Uzumaki.

I stumbled down the sidewalk. My legs grew tired, and I could hardly manage a fast walk. I was too tired. Running ten blocks wasn't something I did for fun.

I decided to stop and take a breather. I still had over ten minutes to get home, but I was a few neighbourhoods away from mine own. Which is why it didn't last long. Or so I had planned.

While I stopped and panted for air I heard the familiar sound of drumsticks beating against a drum. I shot my head up and looked around for the source of the noise.

I was standing in front of a large house and beside it stood a garage. The door was open and light bleed out, like an open wound. I figured that's where the noise was coming from, so I stood up straight and headed to the open garage door.

I approached the light filled room slowly. It was pretty big, probably a two car garage, but it wasn't taken up with any cars. Only a drum set sat in the middle. Along with a boy, probably about my age. He was the one sitting behind the instrument, beating away at the drums.

He mumbled to himself while he played notes all over the place. It was odd, the sound was different, but it was good. Really good.

I started to hum along with the music he made. I didn't know any songs that had a drum beat like the one he was playing, so I basically made it all up. Hoping it'd match up in the end.

I got caught up in the music and I didn't realize until a few minutes after that he had stopped playing and was staring at me. His eyes were black, but the light of the room made them look gray. His hair, also black, and spiked up like a chickens behind. He stared at me curiously.

"Uh...I'm sorry..." I said, scratching the back of my neck nervously. I gave him the best smile I could make in that situation. But in all honesty, it looked very sloppy and unsure.

"Can I help you?" He asked. His tone was a little harsh but flat. I blinked, not really sure what to say. I had barged in on his drum solo, but if he didn't want an audience, why play with the garage door open?

"I heard you playing, and I just wanted to see what it was..." I said, trying to explain how exactly I had gotten there. He didn't seem all that interested. But he was the one who asked!

"Right, sorry to have disturbed you...It just sounded really good is all." I said, turning away.

"Wait." He spoke up. I was a little surprised. He didn't look interested in anything, so why stop me?

"Yeah?" I turned my attention back to him. He held the same look, distant, and uninterested. His mouth was a straight flat line, and his eyes gave off no emotion at all. He was like of like a statue, but with flesh...

"Did you say it sounded good?" He asked, leaning forward. His eyes changed from blank to curious. He was itching to know what I thought.

"Yeah. I liked it a lot. You're really good with the drums." I smiled. The black haired boy seemed to be in disbelief. Like he didn't think it was good himself.

"Uh, thanks." He spat out. His voice held something. I wasn't sure what it was, but he was glad to know that someone else thought his music was good.

"Do you play?" He added. I shook my head no.

"Sadly, my parents are against anything un-educational. The only instrument I could learn to play is the violin, but I'm not really into the whole slow ball room dancing kind of music." I explained. He nodded as if understanding me completely.

"Violin doesn't have to be all ball room dancing." He said, getting up from his seat behind the drum set.

I eyed him curiously. What did he mean?

The black haired boy walked over to a shelf in the back of the garage and took out a large case. He motioned for me to come inside the garage and to sit down on a box he had pulled up. After I sat down he did the same, placing the case of the ground and unzipping it.

Once unzipped, the boy pulled out a strange instrument, but I knew what it was right away. A violin.

"Wait, you can play the violin?" He nodded, placing it on his shoulder and resting his chin on the chin rest. He grabbed the baton and quickly began playing a fast pasted song. It sounded dramatic, but he quickly changed it and it was now slower, and then he sped it up again.

"Wow..." I said in amazement. He wasn't just an amazing drummer, but he rocked the violin too!

After finishing his song he put the instrument away and sealed the case back up.

"Yeah, I don't play the violin much, but it doesn't just play slow and cheesy music. You just have to know how to switch it up and add your own style." He smirked. I nodded.

"Wow that was...I'm speechless." I said happily. He chuckled.

"I'm glad you liked it. My parents aren't for the whole music thing either." He said a little sadly.

It was odd, we had a lot in common, but neither of us had ever met before. I wonder why...

"I'll let you in on a secret though." He said, quickly recovering from his weak moment. I leaned closer to him.

"Don't listen to them." He winked. I laughed. I usually didn't listen to my parents, and hearing him say it made me want to not listen to them more. Making my reason for being late even better. Because it was already way past my curfew.

"I'm Sasuke." He held out his hand. I took it in mine and shook.

"Sakura."

"Cute name." He teased, giving me a playful smile. I chuckled.

"Thanks."

"So why are you out here so late anyways?" He asked, nodding towards a clock he had hung up on the wall. It was past eleven.

"I was actually on my way home from a friend's house, and I heard you playing. I guess they don't say 'curiosity killed the cat' for nothing. I was supposed to be home before eleven, and as you can see its way past the hour." I sighed, laughing at the saying, because it was true. When I got home, I'd be dead.

"Well, I hope you don't get killed, I'd like to see you again. Maybe next time I can teach you how to play something." He smiled. I nodded, happy.

After Sasuke had scribbled down his phone number and address I was off again, running home. I didn't rush though. I decided to take it a little slower. Sure, I'd get in trouble, but I didn't really care too much, I was already late and causing myself to rush would just make the punishment come sooner.

I was taking Sasuke's advice. Ignore my parents and play to my own rhythm.

Don't get the wrong idea from this children! Always listen to your parents and eat your veggies! XD haha, Kidding...sorta...You should listen to them, but if they crush your ideas and dreams...Ingore them and pursure your dream! :D (wow I sound like some guidance teahcer or something...Inspainational speaker! XD)

hah, right. I hope you all enjoyed this little story. :) More will come once I get some more better/clearer ideas! :D or if something crazy big happens and I get the urge to write about it, in Sasusaku form! :3 haha

Thanks for reading, and maybe reviewing?

-mosherocks4/Kris