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Written By: Kumi-Chan/Tobi-Is-Fluffy-Chan

Chapter 4: Mr. Uchiha Gets BURNED


Sasuke

"You almost done with the Honda? It's time to close up," my cousin Rin says to me. I work at his auto body shop every day after school... To help my family put food on the table, to get away from the clan for a few hours, and because I'm damn good at fixing cars.

I like cars.

Covered in grease and oil from working on the Civic, I roll out from under the car. "It'll be done in a second."

"Good. The guy's been on my ass to have it fixed for three days now."

I tighten the last bolt and walk over to Rin as he wipes his dirty hands on a shop cloth. "Can I ask you somethin'?" I question.

"Shoot."

"Can I have a day off next week? There's this chem partner at school," I explain, thinking of the topic assigned to us today, "and we're supposed to meet with-"

"Tsunade's class. Yeah, I remember those days. She's a real hard-ass." My cousin shudders.

My eyebrows raise up in astonishment. "You had her?" I ask, amused. I wonder if her parents are parole officers. That woman sure likes discipline.

"How can I forget? You're not a success unless you develop a treatment for a disease or save the earth," Rin says, doing a pretty decent imitation of Ms. T. "You don't forget a nightmare like Tsunade. But I'm sure havin' Sakura Haruno as a partner-"

"How'd you know?"

"Suigetsu came by and told me 'bout her, says he's in class with you guys. He's jealous you got a hot partner with long legs and big..." Rin moves his hands in the air, mock feeling her chest. "Well, you know..." He trails off.

Yeah, I know.

I shift my weight from one foot to the other. "What about takin' time off Thursday?"

"No problem." Rin clears his throat. "You know, Tobi was lookin' for you yesterday."

Tobi. No last name, just Tobi, the guy who runs the Uchiha clan from behind the scenes. "Sometimes I hate... You know."

"You're stuck in this mess," Rin says. "Like the rest of us. Never let Tobi hear you question your commitment to the clan. If he suspects you're disloyal you'll become the enemy so fast your head'll spin. You're a smart kid, Sasuke. Play it safe."

Rin is an OG- an Orginal Gangster- because he'd proven himself to the Uchiha clan a long time ago. He paid his dues, so now he can sit back while the younger clan members are on the front lines. According to him, I've just gotten my feet wet and have a long time to go before my friends and I get OG status.

"Smart? I bet my motorcycle I could get Sakura Haruno to sleep with me." I tell him.

"Scratch what I said." Rin points to me with a smirk on his face. "You're a dumbass. And you'll soon be a dumbass without a ride. Girls like that don't look at guys like us."

I'm beginning to think he's right. How the hell did I ever think I could lure the very beautiful, very rich, and very pinkette Sakura Haruno into my sorta poor, very Uchiha, and very dark life?

Rock Lee, a guy from school, was born on the north side of Konoha. Of course, my friends consider him a north sider even though he has family here. They also think this other guy, who lives on the south side, is Uchiha even though he doesn't have any Uchiha blood in his body. Or that he's apart of the clan, for that matter. Yet he's considered one of us. In Konoha, where you were born defines who you are.

A horn beeps loudly in front of the garage door.

Haruko's car screeches inside. "Close the door, Rin," He orders breathlessly. "The police are lookin' for us."

My cousin slams his fist on the button again and turns off the lights to the shop, "What the hell did you guys do?"

Ino is in the backseat, her eyes bloodshot from either drugs or alcohol; I can't tell which. And she's been messing around with whoever is back there with her, because I know all too well what Ino looks like when she's been messing around.

"This idiot tried to smoke another gang in a different place," Ino slurs, sticking her head out of the car window. "But he's got lousy aim."

Renji turns to her and yells at her from the passenger seat, "Bitch, you try and shoot a movin' target when Haruko is driving."

I roll my eyes as Haruko steps out of the car. "You dissin' my driving, Renji?" He says. "'Cause if you are, I have a fist here that I'll ram into your face."

Renji steps out of the car. "You want a piece of me, guy?"

I step in front of Renji and hold him back.

"Shit, guys. The police are right outside." These are the first words out of Sota, the guy who Ino must have been with tonight.

Everyone in the garage ducks as the police shine their flashlights through the windows. I crouch behind a large tool drawer, holding my breath. The last thing I need is attempted murder on my record. I've miraculously avoided getting arrested, but one day my luck is bound to run out.

A gang member rarely avoids the cops. Or jail time.

Rin's face shows what he's thinking. He finally saved enough to open this shop, and now four high school punks could ruin his dream if anyone makes a sound. The cops will take my cousin, with his old Uchiha tattoos on the back of his neck, in right along with the rest of us.

And he'll be out of business in a week.

The door to the shop jiggles. I wince and pray please be locked.

The cops give up on the door and shine their flashlights in the garage again. I wonder who tipped them off. Nobody in this neighborhood would narc. A secret code of silence and affiliation keeps families safe.

After what seems like forever, the cops drive away.

"Shit, that was close," Haruko says.

"Too close," Rin agrees. "Wait ten minutes, the get outta here."

Ino steps out of the car... Actually, trips out. "Hiya, Sasuke. I missed you tonight."

My gaze rests on Sota. "Yeah, I see how much you missed me."

"Sota? Oh, I don't really like him," she coos, coming close to me. I can smell that stench radiating off of her. "I'm waiting for you to come back to me."

"Not gonna happen," I sigh.

She scowls. "Is it because of your stupid chemistry partner?" She grabs my chin, trying to force me to look at her, her long nails digging into my skin.

I grab both her wrists and pull them aside, all the time wondering how my tough-as-nails ex-girlfriend turned into a tough-as-nails bitch.

"Sakura has nothing to do with you and me. I hear you've been talkin' shit to her."

"Did Hina tell you that?" She asks, her eyes narrowed into slits. "That pink-headed bitch... Teased me about how you talk to her... Then, she had the nerve to put her prissy ass hands on me. My jaw hurt for a while... Who the fuck did she think she was?"

Woah, Sakura hit Ino? That's a surprise... And she teased her as well. Looks like my plan is coming into effect.

"Just back off," I say, ignoring her question, "or you'll have a lot more to deal with than a bitter ex-boyfriend."

"Are you bitter, Sasuke? Because you don't act bitter. You act like you don't give a shit."

She's right. After I found her sleeping around, it took me a while to get over it, get over her. I wonder what other guys were giving her that I couldn't.

"I used to give a shit," I tell her. "I don't now." I shrug my shoulders, boring my onyx colored eyes into her baby blues, just so she could see that I was not playing. My eyes told her exactly what I just said.

Ino slaps me. "Fuck you, Sasuke."

"Lovers' quarrel?" Haruko drawls from the hood of the car.

"Shut up," Ino and I say simultaneously.

Ino whips around, stalks back to the car, and slides into the backseat. I watch as she pulls Sota's head toward her. The sound of heavy kissing and moaning full the auto shop.

Haruko calls out, "Rin, open the door. We're outta here."

Renji, who'd had taken a leak in the bathroom, asks me, "Sasuke, you comin'? We need you, man. Naruto and this other guy from a gang up in Kiri are gonna fight at a park tonight. The Hoods never fight fair, you know."

Naruto didn't tell me about the fight, probably because he knew I'd try to talk him out of it. Sometimes my best friend gets into situations he can't get out of.

And sometimes he exposes me to situations I can't help but get into.

"I'm in," I say, then jump into the front seat so Renji is stuck in the back with the two love birds.

Moments Later

We slow down a block before we reach the park. The tension in the air is thick, I can feel it in my bones. Where is Naruto? Is he getting the shit kicked out of him in the back of the alley? My eyes scan the park. It's dark. Shadows move, making my hair stand on end. Everything looks menacing, even the trees blowing in the wind. During the day, this park resembles any other suburban park... Except for Uchiha graffiti on the buildings surrounding the park. This is our territory. We marked it.

We're in the Konoha suburbs, ruling our 'hood and the streets that lead here. It's a street war, where other suburban gangs fight us for territory. Three blocks away are mansions and million-dollar houses. Right here, in the real world, street war rages on. The people in the million-dollar houses don't even realize a battle is about to begin less than a half a mile from their backyards.

"There he is," I say, pointing two silhouettes standing a few feet away from the park swings. The streetlights shining on the park are out, but I can tell which one is Naruto right away because of his short body and trademark stance resembling that of a wrestler about to start a match.

As one silhouette pushes the other, I jump out of the car even though it's still moving. Because walking down the street are five more Hoods. Ready to fight with my best friend, I push away thoughts that this confrontation could end with all of us in the morgue. If I go into a fight with confidence and fire, without thinking of the consequences, I win. If I think too much about it, it'll be my doom.

I rush toward Naruto and the other guy before the rest of his friends reach them. Naruto is putting up a good fight, but the other guy is like a worm, squirming away from Naruto's grasp. I roughly grab the guy's shirt and pull him up, then my fists do the rest.

Before he's able to stand and face me, I glare at Naruto.

"I can take him, Sasuke," Naruto says as he wipes blood off his lip.

"Yeah, but what about them." I say, my gaze focused on the five boys behind him. Now that I have a closer look, I realize these guys are all fresh. New members, full of piss and vinegar and not much else. New members I can take. But new members who pack heat are dangerous.

Haruko, Ino, Sota and Renji stand next to me. I have to admit we're an intimidating bunch, even Ino. Our homegirl can hold her own in a fight, and her fingernails are downright deadly.

The guy I pulled off Naruto stands up and points to me. "You're dead."

"Listen, shortie," I say. Little guys hate when you make fun of their height and I can't resist. "Go back to your own turf and leave this shit-hole to us."

Shortie points to Naruto. "He stole my steerin' wheel, man."

I look over at Naruto, knowing it's just like him to taunt someone by stealing something so stupid. When I glance back at the shortie, I notice he's now wielding a kunai in his hand. And he's aiming in right at me.

Oh, man. After I fight these guys, I'm gonna kill my best friend.


Sakura

My chemistry partner hasn't been in school since we received our projects. A week later he finally struts into class. It pisses me off, because no matter how bad my home life is, I come to school.

"Nice of you to show up," I say, rolling my eyes.

"Nice of you to notice," he retorts as he pulls off his bandanna.

Ms. Tsunade walks into class. When she sees Sasuke, I think she seems relieved. Squaring her shoulders, she says, "I was going to give you a pop quiz today. But instead I'll have you work with your partners in the library. Rough outlines are due in two weeks."

Hidan and I hold hands as we walk to the library. Sasuke is behind us somewhere, talking to his friends in some other language.

Hidan squeezes my hand. "Wanna get together after practice?" He pulls me closer.

I sigh, "I can't. After poms I have to go home."

Aki quit on Saturday and my mom freaked out. Until she hires someone else, I have to help out more.

He stops and pulls his hand from mine. "Fuck, Saku. You gonna fucking make some time for me, or what?"

"You can come over," I offer.

He rolls his purpish-pinkish eyes. "So I can watch you take care of your fucking sister? No fucking thanks. Not to be a prick or dick, but I want alone time... Just you and me."

I sigh again. "I know. I do, too."

"What about Friday?" He suggests.

I should be with Yoshiko, but my relationship with Hidan is rocky and I can't let him think I don't want to be with him. "Friday works for me." I flash him a small smile.

Before we seal our plans with a kiss, Sasuke clears his throat in front of us. "No PDA. School rules. Besides, she's my partner, dickhead. Not yours."

Hidan glares at Sasuke. "Shut the fuck up, Uchiha," He mutters, then joins Temari.

Sasuke smirks at me. I put my hand on my hip and glare at him. "Since when are you concerned with school rules?"

"Since you became my chem partner. Outside chemistry, you're his. In chemistry, you're mine." I slightly blush and then shake my head. "Want to find your club and pull me by my hair into the library?" I ask, rolling my eyes at him.

He shakes his head. "I'm not a Neanderthal. Your boyfriend is the ape, not me." He retorts, sticking his tongue out at me.

"Then stop acting like one." I say as he grabs me by the hand and drags me into the library. All of the work tables in the library are taken, so we're forced to find a corner in the back of the library in the secluded nonfiction section and sit on the carpet. I set my books down and realize that Sasuke is staring at me, almost as if he stares long enough he might be able to see the real me. No chance at that because I hide my true self from everyone.

I stare back, because two can play this game. On the surface he's impermeable, except a scar that's barely visible unless you stare at it for a while, above his left brow tells the truth... He's human. His shirt outlines muscles you can get only from manual labor or working out regularly. And his pale skin kind of sends off a signal that he's hardly in the sun... Which is not true. Sasuke Uchiha? Staying inside, all day? All the time? No fucking way.

When my eyes meet his gaze as we're sitting here staring at each other, time stops. His dark and sexy, onyx eyes are piercing mine, and I can swear at this moment he senses the real me. The one without the attitude, without the facade. Just Sakura.

"What would it take for you to go out with me?" He asks.

"You're not serious."

He points to his stoic and solemn facial expression. "Do I look like I'm joking?"

My heart stood still for a moment. Thankfully, Ms. Tsunade wanders by us, saving me from an answer. "I'm keeping my eyes on you two. Sasuke, we missed you last week. What happened?"

"I kinda fell onto a kunai." He murmurs.

She shakes her head in disbelief, then moves away to harass other partners.

I look at Sasuke, wide-eyed. "A kunai? You're kidding right?"

"Nope. I was cuttin' a tomato, and wouldn't ya know the thing flung up and sliced my shoulder open. The doc' stapled me back together. Wanna see?" He questions as he starts pulling up his sleeve.

I slap a hand over my eyes. "Sasuke, don't gross me out. And I don't believe for one second a kunai flung out of your hand. Why on earth would you be cutting a tomato with a kunai? You were in a knife fight."

"You never answered my question," he says, not admitting or denying my theory about his wound. "What would it take for you to go out with me?"

"Nothing. I wouldn't go out with you."

"I bet if we make out you'll change your mind."

I roll my eyes. "As if that'll ever happen."

"Your loss." Sasuke stretches his long legs in front of him, his chem book resting in his lap. He looks at me with onyx, deep eyes that are so intense I swear they could hypnotize someone. "You ready?" He asks.

For a nanosecond, as I'm staring into those mysterious and dark eyes, I wonder what it would be like to kiss Sasuke. My gaze drops to his lips. For less than a nanosecond, I can almost feel them coming closer. Would his lips be hard on mine, or soft? Is he a slow kisser, or hungry and fast like his personality?

"For what?" I murmur as I lean closer.

"The project," he says. "Hand warmers. Tsunade's class. Chemistry." I shake my head, clearing all ridiculous thoughts from my overactive teenage mind. I must be sleep-deprived. "Yeah, hand warmers..." I trail off, with less enthusiam. I open my chem book.

"Sakura?"

"What?" I say, staring blindly at the words on the page. I have no clue what I'm reading because I'm too embarrassed to concentrate.

"You were looking at me like you wanted to kiss me."

I force a laugh. "Yeah, right," I say sarcastically.

"Nobody's watching if you want to, you know... Try it. Not to brag, but I'm somewhat of an expert."

He gives me a lazy smile, one that was probably created to melt girls' hearts all over the globe.

"Sasuke, you're not my type." I need to tell him something to stop him from looking at me like he's planning to do things to me I've only heard about... Naughty things

"You only like guys with purple eyes and silver hair? And rich guys? Not Uchihas?"

"Stop that," I say through gritted teeth.

"What?" He says, getting all serious. "It's the truth, isn't it?"

"And I heard from Ino that you were teasing her about the way I talk to you, pinkie..." He teased in a husky voice. I rolled my eyes. "It's the truth..." She murmurs, pursing her lips to form a perfect "o". I swear it's so sexy... That I just want to kiss her... And I'm getting a feeling in my pants.

"Oh, and what about the punch to the face?" I challenge.

"... I don't know what you're talking about."

"You do too know what I'm-"

Ms. Tsunade appears in front of us. "How's that outline coming along?" She asks.

I put on a fake smile. "Peachy." I pull out research I did at home and get down to business while Ms. Tsunade watches. "I did some research on hand warmers last night. We need to dissolve sixty grams of sodium acetate and one hundred millimeters of water at seventy degrees."

"Wrong," Sasuke blurts out.

I look up and realize Ms. Tsunade's gone. "Excuse me?"

Sasuke folds his arms across his chest. "You're wrong."

"I don't think so."

"You think you've never been wrong before?"

He says it as if I'm a ditzy pinkette bimbo, which sets my blood to way past boiling. "Sure I have," I say. I making my voice high and breathless. "Why, just last week I brought Bobbi Brown Sandwash Petal lip gloss when the Pink Blossom color would have looked so much better with my complexion. Needless to say the purchase was a total disaster. Then, there were these boy-shorts. Black or Red? I brought them both, because they both... Like, look so good on me," I say, flashing him a dumb blonde smile. He expected to hear something like that come out of my mouth. I wonder if he believes it, or from my tone realizes that I'm being sarcastic.

"I'll bet," He retorts.

"Haven't you ever been wrong before?" I ask him.

"Absolutely," He chimes. "Last week, when I robbed that bank over by the corner store, I told the teller to hand over all the fifties he had in the till. What I really should have asked for was the twenties 'cause there were way more twenties than fifties. And after that, while I was counting the money, I sat in my emo corner with a blank and sad expression because I could have had more money! So you know what I did? I got my favorite razor blade named Razzie and I slashed my wrists a few times."

Okay, so he did get that I was putting on an act. And gave it right back to me with his own ridiculous scenario, which is actually unsettling because it makes us similar in some twisted way. I put my hand on my chest and gasp, playing along. "What a disaster."

"So I guess we can both be wrong."

I stick my chin in the air and declare stubbornly, "Well, I'm not wrong about chemistry. Unlike you, I take this class seriously."

"Let's have a bet, then. If I'm right, you kiss me," he says. "And I also get to give you a kiss. Not the on that I owe you."

"And if I'm right?"

"Name it."

It's like taking candy from a baby. Mr. Macho Guy's ego is about to be taken down a notch, and I'm all too happy to be the one to do it. "If I win you take me and the class project seriously," I tell him. "No teasing me, no making ridiculous comments."

"Deal. I'd feel terrible if I didn't tell you I have a photographic memory."

"Sasuke, I'd feel terrible if I didn't tell you I copied the info straight from the book." I look at the research I've done, then flip open to the corresponding page in my chem book. "Without looking, what does it need to be cooled at?" I ask.

Sasuke is a guy who thrives on challenges. But this time the tough guy is going to lose. He closes his own book and stares at me, his jaw set. "Twenty degrees. And it needs to be dissolved at one hundred degrees, not seventy," he answers confidently.

I scan the page, then my notes. Then back at the page again. I can't be wrong. Which page did I- - "Oh, yeah. One hundred degrees..." I look at him in complete shock and laugh nervously. "You're right."

"You gonna kiss me now, or later?"

"Right now," I say, which I can tell shocks him because his hands go still. At home, my life is dictated by my mom and dad. At school, it's different. I need to keep it that way, because if I have no control in every aspect of my life I might as well be a mannequin.

"Really?" He asks.

"Yeah." I take one of his hands in mine. I'd never be this bold if we had an audience, and I am thankful for the privacy of the nonfiction titles surrounding us. His breathing slows as I sit up on my knees and lean into him. I'm ignoring the fact that his fingers are long and half rough from the hard labor he does and half soft... Like a baby's bottom. I also ignore the fact that I've never actually touched him before.

I'm nervous. I shouldn't be, though. I'm the one in control this time.

I can feel him restraining himself. He's letting me make the move, which is a good thing. I'm afraid of what this boy would do if he let loose. I place his hand against my cheek so it cups my face and I hear him groan. I want to smile because his reaction proves I have the power.

He's unmoving as our eyes meet.

Time stops again.

Then I turn my head into his hand and kiss the inside of his palm.

"There, I kissed you," I say, giving him back his hand and ending his game.

Mr. Uchiha with the big ego got bested by a ditzy, pinkette bimbo.

Ha!


Sasuke

"You call that a kiss?"

"Yep."

Okay, so I'm in shock the girl put my hand on her creamy cheek. Damn, you'd think I was on drugs by the way my body reacted.

She had me totally under a spell a minute ago. Then the pretty witch turned my game around so she was the only one with the upper hand. She surprised me, that's for sure. I laugh, deliberately calling attention to us because it's exactly what she doesn't want. "Okay... Then, what about my kiss?" I tease, looking at her. Now she's gone still.

Time to do what she did to me.

I scoot closer to her and cup her cheeks. Sakura let's out a sigh and closes her eyes. "Hurry up..." She murmurs. I can even hear her heart beat fast. It even skips a beat. Aiming for her lips, I touch her cheek.

They immidiately turned as red as a tomato. I smirked at her reaction and burst out laughing once again, which calls attention to us.

"Shh," Sakura 'shushes' me, hitting me on the shoulder to shut me up. When I laugh louder, she whacks my arm with the heavy chem book.

My bad arm.

I wince. "Ow!" The cut on my biceps feels like a million little bees are stinging it. "My arm!"

She bites her Bobbi Brown Sandwash Petal'd frosted bottom lip, which in my opinion looks fine on her. Though I wouldn't mind seeing her in Pink Blossom, too.

"Did I hurt you?" She asks.

"Yes," I say through gritted teeth as I concentrate on her lip gloss instead of the pain.

"Good."

I lift my sleeve to examin my wound, which now (thanks to my chem partner) has blood trickling from one of the staples the doc at the free clinic put in after the fight at the park with the Hoods. Sakura's got a pretty good whack for someone who weights as light as a feather.

She sucks in her breath and scoots away. "Oh my God! I didn't mean to hurt you, Sasuke! Really, I didn't. When you threatened to show me the scar, you lifted your left sleeve."

"I wasn't really gonna show you," I say. "I was fuckin' with you. It's okay," I tell her. Geez, you'd think the girl never saw red blood before. Then again, her blood probably runs blue.

"No, it's not okay," she insists while shaking her head. "Your stitches are bleeding."

"They're staples," I correct her, trying to lighten the mood. The girl is even whiter than she usually is... Even paler than me. And she's breathing heavy, almost panting. If she passes out, I swear I'm losing the bet with Deidara. If she can't handle a little streak of my blood, how's she gonna handle having sex with me?

Unless we're not naked, so she doesn't see my various scars. Or if it's dark, then she can pretend I'm someone else and rich. Fuck that, I want the lights on... I want to feel her all against me and want her to know it's me she's with and not some other person.

"Sasuke, are you okay?" Sakura questions, looking totally concerned.

Should I tell her I was spacing out while thinking about us having sex?

Ms. Tsunade walks up the aisle with a stern look on her face. "This is a library, you two. Keep it down." But then she notices the small line of blood snaking down my arm and staining my sleeve. "Sakura, help him to the nurse. Sasuke, next time come to school with that thing bandaged."

"Don't I get sympathy, Ms. T.? I'm bleedin' to death."

"Do something to help mankind or the planet, Sasuke. Then you'll get my sympathy. People who get into knife fights don't earn anything from me except disgust. Now get cleaned up."

Sakura lifts my books off my lap and says in a shaky voice, "Come on."

"I can hold the books," I tell her as I follow her out of the library. I'm pressing my sleeve against the wound, hoping to stop more blood from leaking out.

She's walking ahead of me. If I tell her I need help walking because I feel faint, will she believe me and come to my rescue? Maybe I should stumble... Although knowing her, she wouldn't care.

Right before we reach the nurse's office, she turns around. Her hands are shaking. "I'm so sorry, Sasuke. I di-didn't m-mean-"

She's freaking out. If she cries, I don't know what to do. I'm not used to crying chicks. I don't think Ino cried once during our entire relationship. In fact, I'm not sure Ino has tear ducts. That turned me on, because emotional chicks scare me.

"Um... You okay?" I ask.

"If this gets around, I'm never going to live it down. Oh, God, if Ms. Tsunade calls my parents I'm dead. Or at least I wish I was dead." She keeps talking and shaking, as if she's a car with bad shocks and no brakes.

"Sakura?"

"... and my mom'll blame it on me. It's my fault, I know. But she'll freak out on me and then I'll have to explain and hope she- -"

Before she can get another word out I yell, "Sakura!" The girl looks up at me with an expression so confused I don't know whether to feel sorry for her or stunned she's rambling and can't seem to stop.

"You're the one freakin' out," I comment, stating the obvious.

Her eyes are usually clear and bright, but now they're dull and blank as if she's not all here.

She looks down and around and everywhere except directly at me. "No, I'm not. I'm fine."

"The hell you are. Look at me."

She hesitates. "I'm fine," she says, now focused on a locker across the hall. "Just forget everything I just said."

"If you don't look at me, I'm gonna' bleed all over the floor and need a fuckin' transfusion. Look at me, dammit."

Her breathing is still heavy as she focuses on me. "What? If you want to tell me my life is out of control, go ahead. I'm already aware of it."

"I know you didn't mean to hurt me," I tell her. "Even if you did, I probably deserved it." I'm hoping to lighten the mood so the girl doesn't have a complete breakdown in the hallway. "Makin' mistakes isn't a crime, you know. What's the use in having a repuataion if you can't ruin it every now and then?" I question, staring into her emerald green eyes.

"Don't try and make me feel better, Sasuke. I hate you."

"I hate you, too. Now please move out of the way so the janitor doesn't have to spend all day mopping up my blood. He's a relative, you know."

She shakes her head, not believing for an instant the head janitor at Konoha High is a relative. Okay, so he isn't exactly a relative. But he does have a family back in the original Uchiha Villiage, the same small town where my mom has cousins living at.

Instead of moving out of the way, my chem partner opens the door to the nurse's office for me. I think she's functioning even if her hands are still shaking.

"He's bleeding," she calls out to Miss Koto, the school nurse.

Miss Koto has me sit down on one of the examining tables. "What happened here?" I look over at Sakura. She has a worried look on her face, as if she's concerned I might croak right here. I hope to God that's what the Angel of Death looks like before I kick the bucket. I'd be more than happy to go to hell if a face like Sakura's was greeting me.

"My staples opened up," I tell her. "No big deal."

"And how did that happen?" Miss Koto questions as she wets a white cloth and dabs it on my arm. I hold my breath, waiting for the stinging to recede. I'm also not about to narc on my partner, especially since I'm trying to seduce her.

"I hit him," Sakura admits, her voice hitching.

Miss Koto turns around, stunned. "You hit him?"

"By accident," I chime in, not having a clue why I suddenly want to protect this girl who hates me and would probably rather flunk Ms. T.'s class than have to partner with me.

My plans with Sakura are not working. The only feeling she's admitted to having toward me is hatred. But the thought of Deidara on my motorcycle is more painful than the antiseptic crap Miss Koto is now rubbing on my wound.

I've got to get Sakura alone if I'm going to have any chance of saving face and saving my Honda. Does her freakout session mean she really doesn't hate me? I've never seen that girl do anything not scripted or 100 percent intentional. She's a robot. Or so I thought. She's always looked and acted like a princess on camera every time I've seen her. Who knew it's be my bloody arm that would crack her.

I look over at Sakura. She's focused on my arm and Miss Koto's ministrations. I wish we were back in the library. I could swear back there she was thinking about getting it on with me.

I'm sporting a bit of horniness right in front of Miss Koto just thinking about it. Thank God, the nurse walks over to the medicine cabinet. Where's a large chem book when you need one?

"Let's hang Thursday after school. You know, to work on the outline," I tell Sakura for two reasons. First, I need to stop thinking about getting naked with her in front of Miss Koto. Second, I want Sakura to myself.

"I'm busy Thursday," She replies.

Probably with Burro Face. Obviously she'd rather be with that dick than me.

"Friday, then," I say, testing her although I probably shouldn't. Testing a girl like Sakura could put a serious damper on my ego. Although I caught her at a time when she's vulnerable and still shaking from seeing my blood. I admit I'm a manipulative asshole... Who acts emo from time to time.

She bites her bottom lip that she thinks is glossed with the wrong color. "I can't on Friday, either." My hard-on is officially deflated. "What about Saturday morning?" She says. "We can meet at the Konoha public Library."

"You sure you can pencil me into your busy schedule?" I taunt, flashing her a cocky grin.

"Shut up. I'll meet you there at ten."

"It's a date," I say while Miss Koto, obviously eavesdropping, finishes wrapping my arm with dorky gauze.

Sakura gathers her books. "It's not a date, Sasuke," she says over her shoulder.

I grab my book and hurry into the hallway after her. She's walking alone. The loudspeaker isn't playing so class is still going on.

"It might not be a date, but you still owe me a kiss. I always collect my debts." My chem partner turns around. "Remember? The blue slip? That little peck on the cheek was just apart of the deal." I explain.

My chem partner's eyes go from dull to shining mad and full of fire. Mmm, dangerous. I wink at her. "And don't worry about what lip gloss to wear on Saturady. You'll just have to reapply it after we make out."


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