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Now, for starters, the story and main pairing starts to kick off. About half of this chappie will be edited with add-ons and then the rest will be written by me, simply because... I gots some ideas from my brain and dreamscape. Except it was my own OC in the place of Sakura... And Alejandro Fuentes has his normal character instead of Sasuke... Either way, you'll love this chappie... I think.


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Chapter 9: The Start of Something Lovely but Deadly

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


Last Chapter

Taking the long way home after it's all clear, I find myself driving past Sakura's house. I can't help it. As soon as I cross the tracks, a cop car stops me and two uniformed guys step out.

Instead of informing me why I'm being pulled over, one of the cops orders me off my motorcycle and asks me for my license.

I hand it to him. "Why am I being pulled over?"


Sasuke

I hand it to him. "Why am I being pulled over?"

The guy who has my license examines it, then says, "You can ask questions after I ask mine. You have any drugs in your possession, Sasuke Uchiha?"

"No, sir."

"Any weapons?" The other officer asks.

There's a slight hesitation before I tell the truth. "Yes."

One cop takes the gun out of his holster and points it at my chest. The other one tells me to keep my hands up, then orders me to lie on the ground while he calls for backup. Fuck. I'm busted, big time.

"What kind of weapon? Be specific." He orders.

I wince before saying, "A glock nine millimeter... and one kunai." Thankfully I gave Kisame the Beretta back and those other shuriken or I'd be caught double-strapped. My answer makes the cop a little nervous and his trigger finger shakes a bit. "Where is it?"

"On my left leg..."

I don't see why he's so wary. I'm not a killer...

"Don't move. I'm going to disarm you. If you stay still, you won't get hurt."

After he removes my gun and kunai, the second cop puts on rubber gloves and says to me in an authorative voice Ms. T. would be proud of, "You have any needles on you, Sasuke Uchiha?"

"No, sir," I say.

He knees my back and handcuffs me. "Get up," he orders, hauling me to my feet, and makes me lean over the hood of the car. I feel humiliated as the guy pats me down. Shit, as much as I knew getting arrested was inevitable, I'm not ready for it. He shows me my gun. "You can assume this is why we pulled you over."

"Sasuke Uchiha, you have the right to remain silent," one of the officers recites. "Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law..."

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Moments Later

The holding cell smells like piss and smoke. Or maybe the guys who are unlucky enough to be locked in this cage with me are the ones who smell like piss and smoke. Either way, I can't wait to get out of here.

I sigh as I think of my predicament... Who am I going to call to bail me out? Naruto sure as hell doesn't have any money. Rin put all his money into the auto shop. My mother will kill me if she finds out I was arrested. I lean my back against the iron bars of the cell, thinking, even though it's close to impossible in this stinkin' place. The police calls it a holding cell, but it's just a glorified way of saying "cage.". Thank God it's the first time I've been here. And, damn it, I pray it's my last.

That thought is disturbed because I've always known I've sacrificed my life for my brothers. Why would it matter if I'm locked up for the rest of my life? Because deep down I don't want this life. I want my mother to be proud of me for being something other than a gang member. I want a future to be proud of. And I desperately want Sakura to think I'm one of the good guys.

I bang my head back against the steel bars, but the thoughts won't go away.

"I've seen you around Konoha High. I go there," says a sorta tall white guy, around my age. The dork is wearing a dark green shirt with some gold symbol in the right corner of his torso and matching dark green pants, as if he came from a golf tournament with a bunch of senior citizens. He has big, huge eyes, the most bushiest eyebrows ever... and worst of all is his hair. It's cut into a perfect "bowl" shape. It's as if he put a bowl on his big head and snip, snip, snip with some scissors.

Bowl Guy tries to look cool, but with that green shirt... and bushy eye brows... Man, looking cool is the least of his problems.

The guy might as well have "another rich kid from the north side" tattooed on his forehead.

"What'cha in for?" Bowl guy asks as if it's an ordinary question between two ordinary people on an ordinary day.

"Carrying a concealed weapon..." I trail off, not really wanting to talk to this guy.

"Knife or gun?" He asks, not getting my drift.

I shoot him a glare. "Does it fucking matter?"

He shrugs his shoulders. "I'm just trying to make conversation," Bowl Guy says.

Are all north sider, non-Uchihas like this? ...talking to hear what their voice sounds like? "What are you in for?" I ask.

Bowl Guy sighs. "My dad called the cops of me and told them I stole his car... That unyouthful man..."

I roll my eyes. "Your old man put you in this hellhole? On purpose?"

"He thought it would teach me a lesson."

"Yeah," I say. "The lesson is that your old man's an asshole." I pinch the bridge of my nose. The dad should have taught his son how to dress better instead.

"My mother will bail me out."

"You sure?" I ask, not believing him for one second.

Bowl Guy straightens. "She's a lawyer, and my dad's done this before. A few times. I think to tick off my mom and get her attention. They're divorced."

I shake my head. Non-Uchiha people.

"It's true," Bowl Guy says.

"I'm sure it is." I mutter, uninterested in this conversation now.

"Uchiha, you can make your call now," the cop on the other side of the bars barks out.

Shit, with all of Bowl Guy's blabbering, I still haven't decided who to call to bail me out. It hits me like that big, fat red F on my chemistry exam... I mean, Pinkie's chemistry exam... which is technically mines now... Ya' know what? It doesn't even matter. I know for a fact, that there's only one person with the money and means to get me out of this mess. Tobi. The head of the Uchiha clan.

I've never called in a favor from Tobi. Because you never knew when Tobi would call in a favor of his own. And if I owe Tobi, I owe more than money.

Sometimes in life there are no desirable choices.

Three hours later, after a judge lectures me until my ears almost bleed then sets my bail, Tobi picks me up from the courthouse. He's a powerful man, with choppy, short hair darker than my own and a look about him that takes no shit. Sometimes he wears an orange mask... But he never explains that.

I have a lot of respect for Tobi because he's the guy who initiated me into the Uchiha gang. He grew up in the same town as my dad, had known him since they were kids. Tobi kept an eye out for me and my family after my dad died. He taught me new phrases like "second generation" and spouted words like "legacy". I'll never forget it.

Tobi thumps me on the back as we walk to the parking lot. "You got Judge Garrett. He's one tough son of a bitch. You're lucky the bail wasn't set higher."

I nod, wanting to say nothing more than to go home. When we're driving back from the courthouse, I say, "I'll pay you back, Tobi."

"Oi... Don't worry about it," Tobi says. "Brothers help each other out. To tell you the truth, I was surprised it was your first time getting arrested. You stay cleaner than anyone in the clan."

I stare out the window of Tobi's car, the streets as calm and dark as Lake Konoha.

"You're a smart kid, smart enough to move up in the clan," Tobi adds to the sort of eerie silence.

I would die for some of the guys in the Uchiha clan, but to move up? Selling drugs and guns are a few of the illegal dealings going on at the top. I like it where I am, riding the dangerous wave without actually plunging headfirst into the water. I should be happy Tobi is contemplating on giving me more responsibility in the clan. Sakura and all she stands for is a fantasy... I probably could never have a girl like her. It's like a dream that'll never come true.

"Think about it," Tobi says as he pulls up to my house."

"I will. Thanks for bailing me out, man," I thank.

"Here, take this." Tobi pulls a pistol out from under his car seat. "The police confiscated yours."

I hesitate, remembering when the police asked me of I had any weapons on me. My God, it was humiliating having a gun pointed at my chest as they removed my glock and kunai. But refusing Tobi's gun would be considered disrespectful, and I'd never dis Tobi. I take the gun and stick it in the waistband of my jeans.

"I heard you've been asking questions about your father. My advice is to let it go, Sasuke."

I sigh, "I can't. You know that."

"Well, if you find anything out, let me know. I always have your back." He sighs as well.

It's quiet in the house. I walk into my bedroom, where both of my brothers are sleeping. Opening my top drawer, I bury the gun under the wooden board where nobody can accidentally find it. It's a trick Naruto taught me. I lie on my bed and cover my eyes with my forearm, hoping I can get some sleep tonight.

Yesterday flashes before my eyes. The images of Sakura, her lips on mine, her sweet breath mixed with my own, is the only picture that lingers in my mind.

As I drift off, her angelic face is the only image that keeps the nightmares of my past away.


Sakura

Rumors are flying furiously through Konoha High that Sasuke got arrested. I have to find out if it's true. I find Hinata between first and second period. She's talking with a bunch of her friends but leaves them and pulls me aside. She tells me Sasuke was arrested yesterday but made bail. She has no clue where he is, but she'll ask around and meet me between third and fourth period at my locker. I hurry to my locker between third and fourth period, craning my neck in anticipation. Hinata is waiting for me.

"Don't tell anyone I gave this to you," she whispers, and slips me a folded sheet of paper.

Pretending to look in my locker, I unfold it. It has an address on it. I've never ditched school before. Of course, a boy I kissed has never been arrested before, either.

This is about me being real. To myself. And now I'm going to be real to Sasuke, like he's always wanted. It's scary, and I'm not convinced I'm doing the right thing. But I can't ignore this magnetic pull that Sasuke has over me.

I plug in the address on my GPS. It leads me to the south side, to a place called Rin's Auto Body. A guy is standing in front. His mouth drops open the minute he sees me.

"I'm looking for Sasuke Uchiha..."

The guy doesn't answer.

"Is he here?" I ask, feeling awkward. Maybe he doesn't speak japanese or english...

"What do you want with Sasuke Uchiha?" The guy finally asks.

My heart is pumping so hard I can see my shirt move with beat. "I need to talk to him."

"He'll be better off if you leave him alone," the guy says.

"It's cool, Rin," a familiar voice booms. I turn to Sasuke, leaning against the auto body's front door with a shop towel hanging out of his pocket and a wrench in his hand. The hair peeking out of his bandanna is mussed and he looks more masculine than any guy I've ever seen.

I want to hold him. I need him to tell me it's okay, that he's not going to jail ever again. Sasuke keeps his eyes fixed on mine.

"I guess I'll leave you two alone," I think I hear Rin say, but I'm too focused on Sasuke to hear clearly.

My feet are glued to the same spot so it's a good thing he saunters toward me.

"Um," I start. Please let me get through this. "I, uh, heard you got arrested... I had to see if you're okay."

"You ditched school to see if I was okay?"

I nod because my tongue won't work.

Sasuke steps back. "Well, then. Now that you've seen I'm okay, go back to school. I gotta, you know, get back to work. My bike was impounded last night and I need to make money to get it back." He says. He's about to turn around to get back to work but I yell, "Wait!"

I take a deep breath.

This is it.

I'm going to spill my guts. "I don't know why or when I started falling for you, Sasuke. But I did. Ever since I almost ran over your motorcycle that first day of school I haven't been able to stop thinking about what it would be like if you and I got together. And that kiss... God, I swear I never experienced anything like that in my life. It did mean something. If the solar system didn't tilt then, it never will. I know it's crazy because we're so different. And if anything happens between us I don't want people at school to know. Not that you'll agree to have a secret relationship with me, but at least have to find out if it's possible. I broke up with Hidan, who I had a very public relationship with and I'm ready for something private. Private and real. I know I'm babbling like an idiot, but if you don't say something soon or give me a hint of what you're thinking then I'll- -"

"Say it again." He says.

"That whole drawn-out speech?" I remember something about a solar system, but I'm too light-headed to recite the entire thing all over again... Not to mention, I forgot most of what I said.

He steps closer. "No. The part about you falling for me."

My eyes cling to his. "I think about you all the time, Sasuke. And I really, really want to kiss you again."

The sides of his mouth turn up.

Unable to face him, I look at the ground. "Don't make fun of me." I can take anything but that right about now.

"Don't turn away from me, Pinkie. I'd never make fun of you."

"I don't want to like you," I admit, looking back up at him.

"I know." He admits, too. "I don't want to either."

"This probably won't work," I tell him.

"Probably not..." He adds in.

"My home life's not so perfect."

"That makes two of us," he says.

"I'm willing to find out what this thing is going on between us. Are you?"

"If we weren't outside," he says. "I'd show you-"

I cut him off by grabbing the thick hair at the base of his neck and pulling that gorgeous head of his down. If we can't exactly have privacy right now, I'll settle for being real. Besides, everyone who we need to keep this a secret from is in school.

Sasuke keeps his hands at his side, but when I part my lips, he groans against my mouth and his wrench drops to the ground with a loud clink.

His strong hands wrap around me, making me feel protected. His velvet tongue mingles with mine, creating an unfamiliar melting sensation deep within my body. This is more than making out, it's... well, it feels like a lot more...

His hands never stop moving; one circles my back while the other plays with my hair.

Sasuke isn't the only one exploring. My hands are roving all over him, feeling his muscles tense beneath my hands and heightening my awareness of him. I touch his jaw and the roughness of a day's growth scratches my skin.

A loud clearing of Rin's throat tears us apart.

Sasuke looks at me with intense passion. "I have to get back to work," he says, his breathing ragged.

"Oh. Well, sure." Suddenly embarrassed at our PDA, I step back.

"Can I see you later today?" He asks.

"My mom's friend is coming over for dinner, along with a potential business partner for my dad."

"Then, tomorrow?"

"My friend Ten-Ten will be coming over for dinner."

"The one who looks in her purse a lot?"

I'm starting to sense that I really have no free time. I'll have to change that.

"Um, yeah." I need to change the subject or I'll be tempted to invite him over tomorrow, too. I can see it now: My mom seething in disgust at Sasuke and his tattoos.

"My cousin is getting married next Sunday. Go with me to the wedding," he says.

I look at the ground. "I can't have my friends know about us. Or my parents."

"I won't tell 'em." He's trying to convince me... and I trust him.

"What about people at the wedding? They'll all see us together."

"Nobody from school will be there. Except my family, and I'll make sure they keep their mouths shut."

I can't. Lying and sneaking around has never been my strong point. I push him away. "I can't think when you're standing so close."

"Good. Now about that wedding..."

Darn... Just looking at him makes me want to go. "What time?"

"Noon. It'll be an experience you won't forget. Trust me, Pinkie. I'll pick you up at eleven."

"I didn't say 'yes' yet," I muse, smirking a bit.

"Ah, but you were about to," he says in his dark, smooth voice.

"Why don't I meet you here at eleven," I suggest, gesturing to the body shop. If my mom finds out about us, all hell will break loose.

He lifts my chin up to face him. "Why aren't you afraid of being with me?" He asks, with a sexy but devious grin on his face.

"Are you kidding? I'm terrified." I focus on the tattoos running up and down his arms.

"I can't pretend to live a squeaky-clean life." He holds up my hand so it's palm against palm with his. Is he thinking about the difference in the colors and tones of our skin, his half soft/half rought fingers against the nail polish of the tips of mine? "In some ways... We're so opposite," he says.

I thread my fingers through his. "Yeah, but in other ways we're so similar.

That gets a smile out of him, until Rin clears his throat again.

"I'll meet you here at eleven, next Sunday," I say.

Sasuke backs away, nods, and then winks. "This time it's a date."


Sasuke

"Man, she was kissin' you like it was the last kiss of her life. If she kisses like that, I wonder how she-"

"Shut up, Rin."

"She's gonna ruin you, Sasu," Rin continues, calling me by my nickname. "Look at you already, spendin' time in jail last night, cutting' school to get your motorcycle back. Granted, she's got looks, charms and money; but is she worth it?"

"I gotta get back to work," I say, my mind whirling with Rin's words. And as I work under a Blazer for the remainder of the evening, all I want to do it make out with my Pinkie again and again.

Yes, she's definitely worth it.

"Sasuke, Tobi is here. With Zetsu," Rin says at six o'clock when I'm ready to head home.

I wipe my hands on my work pants. "Where are they?"

"In my office."

A feeling of dread washes over me as I approach the room. When I open the door, Tobi stands there as if he owns the place. Zetsu is in the corner, a not-so-innocent bystander.

"Rin, this is a private matter."

I hadn't noticed Rin behind me, acting as my ally, if and should I need one. I give a nod to my cousin. I've been loyal to the class, there's no reason Tobi should doubt my commitment. Zetsu's presence makes this meeting a big deal. If it were just Tobi, I wouldn't be this tense.

"Sasuke," Tobi says the moment Rin is out of sight. "Ain't it good to meet here instead of the courthouse?"

I give him a weak smile and shut the door.

Tobi motions to the small, ripped couch on the far side of the room. "Sit down." He waits until I take a seat. "I need you to do me a favor, friend."

There's no use in delaying the inevitable. "What kind of favor?"

"A shipment needs to be delivered October thirty-first."

That's over a month and a half away. Halloween night. "I don't deal drugs," I cut it. "You knew that from day one."

I eye Zetsu like a pitcher in baseball does when a guy leads too far off base.

Tobi stands over me and puts his hand on my shoulder. "You've got to get over what happened to your old man. If you want to lead the clan, you've got to deal drugs."

"Then count me out." I say.

Tobi's hand tightens and Zetsu steps forward. A silent threat.

"I wish it were that simple," Tobi tells me. "I need you to do thise for me. And, quite honestly, you owe me."

Shit.

If I hadn't gotten arrested in the first place, I wouldn't owe this debt to Tobi.

"I know you won't disappoint me. By the way, how's your mother? I haven't seen her in a while..." He trails off.

"She's fine," I say, wondering what my mother has to do with this conversation.

"Tell her I said hello, will ya?"

What the hell does that mean?

Tobi opens the door, motions for Zetsu to follow him, and leaves me to stew over it.

I sit back, staring at the closed door, and wonder if I have it in me to do a drug deal. If I want to keep my family safe, my choice has been made for me.

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The Next Day of School

It's the next day of school and I can really think about is Sakura's confession to me and our amazing kiss... and just... her. Thinking about her can make all of my problems and most of my demons disappear. I walk through the halls of Konoha High with a smug smile on my face. Passing many people and different faces, I find one of the most familiar ones.

The pale face, with sexy and enticing emerald green eyes, and those heart-shaped, pink frosted lips. My eyes dart to the clock hanging high on the wall. Only a minute of the first class change has passed. Most of the hallways are clear, as well. I automatically wrap my arms around her waist and pull her into a warm embrace.

"Hey, Pinkie," I murmur to her.

Her vanilla and cookies scent consumes all of me. It makes me forget my troubles and all that I go through.

Sakura flashes me a sweet, angelic smile but glances over my shoulders before hugging me back. Seeing the the halls are clear, she turns back to her locker and grabs some text books.

Okay... So I understand the whole "private and real" concept... But... I want it all. If it weren't for those light blue skinny jeans showing off her cute ass and that blouse that looked like it came out of a high-fashion designer magazine, that hugged her curves and showed off her amazing tits... I maybe would have... done something so wrong. But I don't care.

I turn her around and press my lips to hers. Her eyes widen and her cheeks start to turn as red as tomatoes.

I could have swore I heard a couple of gasps behind us... But the halls are clear. I made sure of that...

I break the kiss and gaze into her eyes. "I totally ignored the PDA rule..." I whisper to her.

"Sasuke..." She mouths, staring at me with star-struck eyes.

"See you later..."

And I walk away after that...

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During lunch time, I sit with Naruto at our usual spot, outside in the courtyards. I place my tray in my lap and lean my back against the big oak tree. "I got nothing for lunch today, bro." Naruto says, staring at the food from the cafeteria. I push the tray in his hands.

"It's okay, I wasn't that hungry anyways. But, I packed some senbei that my mother made for breakfast this morning." I tell him, when he looks at me as if I just gave him a bomb.

"No, it's okay, Sasuke. I can wait until I get home to eat." He blurts out, grabbing onto the tray to give it back to me.

I roll my eyes in utter annoyance. This teme is so indecisive. I look at him with a solemn and serious expression. "Naruto, keep the damn food."

He looks at me.

"Sasuke, take the damn food."

I slap my forehead.

"Just a fuckin' minute ago, you were looking at me as if you were starving. So, why, don't you just take the food and eat it. I'll be fine," I say.

He rolls his cerulean blue eyes and pop opens the peach soda I brought with the school lunch. He takes a sip, glancing at me. "Ya' happy?" He asks.

I shrug my shoulders, stretching my legs out and taking out the brown paper bag containing half of my breakfast this morning. I watch as Naruto picks up the plastic fork and scoops of a big glob of the white rice served with the burbon chicken today. He stuffs it in his mouth, wasting most of the rice. "Thanks," He says with his mouth full.

"Yeah. Whatever, it's no problem." I retort, taking a bite into my half-eaten senbei.

He points his fork at a figure. "There's Sakura Haruno..." He says, turning to me for a second, then turning back to his food.

I watch as Sakura carries a small, leather duffel bag in her hands. She's about to walk over to that dreaded table with all of her rich, snobby friends and her ex boyfriend, Hidan but she stops a few yards from the table. She bites her pink-frosted, heart shaped lips, as if she's in the middle of thinking or contemplating on doing something. She walks past her table, to where Hina is sitting with Ino and a bunch of her friends.

Ino glares at Pinkie, but she ignores the fact that my ex is chewing her out. She greets Hina and whispers something in her ear. I think the whole courtyard full of students are watching the scene; even her group of friends.

What is she up to?

"Sakura...?" I hear her friend Ten-Ten call out to her. She turns to face Ten-Ten, who has an expectant and a what-the-fuck-are-you-doing expression engraved in the features of her face. She simply waves a 'hi' at her and Hina stands up, following her to wherever she's going. I turn back to my lunch but I'm interrupted by sandals with emerald green, painted toe-nails and black, combat boots. Naruto and I look up just to see Hina and Sakura standing in front of us.

She kneels down to my level and sits next to me, leaning her back onto the tree. Hina sits on the grass along with us in front of me.

Is she serious?

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She'd ditch her friends to sit with me for lunch?

And... that's got my heart beating so fast... I can even feel my face getting a little warm. But... I NEVER blush... What the hell, man...

My onyx colored eyes flicker to Sakura who's playing with the straps on the leather duffle bag.

Naruto leans over me and waves at Sakura with a goofy and aloof expression on his face. "Hi, Sakura." He mutters with food still in his mouth. She giggles, waving back at him. "Hi, Naruto."

He quickly swallows his food. "You remember my name? Usually rich people'll forget a poor kid's name." He slickly remarks, flashing her a smug smile. I nudge him on the shoulder before turning to Sakura. She clears her throat, which is meant for Naruto. He gazes at her for a second, before shrugging his shoulders. "What?"

Her eyes dart to a silent Hinata. "Oh, Oh! Hey, Hina!" He exclaims, smiling and scratching his head full of blonde hair.

"Hi... Naruto..." She whispers back, giving him a small grin.

"Hinata and I thought that we'd eat lunch with you today... Do you mind?" She asks.

"No!" Naruto is quick to say.

"Yes." My answer follows right after his.

Sakura looks at me with glassy looking eyes.

"Why?"

"Go eat with your friends and Hina go back to your table with your friends. Naruto and I'll be okay, right here." I tell her.

"But... I wanted to eat lunch with you." She simply tells me, shrugging her shoulders. She criss-crosses her legs and opens the leather bag.

"What about being 'private and real', huh?" I whisper, only so it's loud enough for the two of us to hear. "I'm being real." She is quick to say.

I let out a heavy sigh.

It looks like... There is no stopping Pinkie once she's made up her mind.

And... I kind of like that.

I glance down at my senbei from this morning.

"I warn you... I... don't really have much for us to eat..." I admit.

She looks at the plastic container with my senbei in it. She takes a small piece of one off and puts it in her mouth. After chewing it and swallow, she slightly licks her lips. "It tastes good..." She muses.

"What is it?"

Naruto and Hinata both snicker.

I rolls my eyes at the two of them. "It's senbei." I tell her.

"Oh..." She sighs.

"It's what poor and middle-classed people eat." Naruto jokes. This time, Hinata nudges him on the shoulder, because if I had to do it a second time... It would be a punch to the face.

"Now that I've tried some of your food, it's time for you to try some of mine."

Seems to me like it's a silent challenge.

"All of you." She adds in, smirking and pointing to Hina, Naruto and me.

"You're on!" Naruto exclaims, in his happy-go-lucky tone.

"But... Where's your lunch, huh?" He asks, pretending to look around.

Pinkie points to the leather back. She unzips it and pulls out four, fancy looking containers. We each take one and I open mines.

Inside is... sushi.

All three of us: Hina, Naruto and I... we grimace at it.

"N-No... No way... I'm eating raw fish." Hinata is the first to say.

"Yeah, me neither." Naruto adds in, backing her up. All of their eyes turn to me, awaiting my decision.

"... Do we have to, Pinkie?" I ask, unsure of myself.

She is silent for a moment.

"No... You don't have to... Unless you're all chickens." She teases.

Naruto shrugs his shoulders. "You think calling Uzumakis, Hyugas, and Uchihas chickens gets under our skins?" - "Think again, Haruno. 'Cause you gotta do better than that."

"Oh, really?"

Sakura's eyebrows raise up.

She puts her hands on her curvy hips.

"Then, I guess we can forget about you three being chickens..." She sighs.

"You three are wusses and..." I can tell she wanted to say something worse but she held her tongue. I'm going to need her to be a bit more defiant around me. I know there's a badass Sakura and doesn't take shit from nobody. But this frilly, and innocent Sakura is in the way. The more I spend time with her, the more I want to know everything. And now that we are actually something, (a private something but a real something) I may have a chance of finding that out.

When I glance over at Naruto, his face is turning a bit red. He hates the word 'wuss'. Hina doesn't seem to mind, but she's up for any challenge. I know that for a fact. "No one calls Naruto Uzumaki, a wuss and gets away with it!" He shouts out so loud that everyone looks our way, and their eyes stay there.

He picks up the wooden chop-sticks and grabs a piece of scallops, stuffing it in his mouth. Hina does the same thing but more slower. I'm hesitant.

Sakura bats her eyelashes. "Do you need me to feed you...?" She says in a flirty tone. I smile at her. "In your dreams... But not until we're married with twenty children and we're living the good life."

My answer makes her blush deeply. She hands me her chop-sticks and I pick up a piece of the fish that looks like crab meat or something and I reluctantly take bite. We are all silent as we chew. We even swallow at the same time.

"Naruto..." Hina whispers.

"Hina... This is some good shit!" He chimes in, eating some more.

"I agree..." She exclaims and continues to eat.

Sakura claps her hands and reaches in her bag, pulling out four cans of tea. She hands them to us, with a warm and friendly smile on her face. "Here you go..."

"Thanks."

"Thank you."

I nod to her and tell her, "Thank you, Sakura."

For the next twenty minutes, the four of us are just chatting away and having a good lunch. And from the looks of it, Sakura isn't even trying to be perfect and we are even losing a bit of the millions of stares that are glued on us all in our little secluded area.

Why can't all days be like this?


Sakura

After such an amazing lunch with Sasuke, Hinata and Naruto, I feel content to sit with them every day from now on. But I know that after that little act... I am getting many stares and people are starting to get suspicious while I'm on my way to chemistry class.

Waiting at the door of chem class is my ex, Hidan. He's waiting for the door to open. And for the first time, he's the first one here...

This is a truly awkward moment. And I know there's no damn way I can avoid him...

I stop on the other side of the door and I glance at him for a mere second. When I open my mouth to say something, Ms. Tsunade opens the door and he walks in, taking a small packet the she's handing out. I greet her and receive my packet, taking my assigned seat... right behind him.

Temari walks in, waves at me and takes her seat as well, next to him. She whispers something in his ear and smirks. He smirks, too.

I wonder if she thinks I should feel jealous... But I don't.

Temari turns to face me, while everyone else is starting to walk in and take their seats.

"Okay, Saku, what the hell was up with you at lunch time?" She purses her lips, waiting for my answer.

I simply shrug my shoulders. "... I was discussing my project with my chem partner, Temari." I say, not being able to come up with a better excuse. She rolls her eyes. "Well, that was some discussion. You looked like you actually liked sitting over there with those losers."

I am flustering right now. "What? You've... got to be kidding me." I laugh nervously. "C'mon, Tem, how else am I supposed to discuss our project together? He is not coming over my house." I snap, pretending to gag at the thought of Sasuke and my house. But in reality, I feel little butterflies tickling my stomach.

Her eyebrows wink up. "Then what about the last tim-"

"Oh, please." I cut her off. By the time I say those two words, the bell rings and in walks Sasuke, just in time. She turns around and we begin our day in chem class.

End of Class

"Alright, class. Pack up your materials for today, we only have three minutes of class today." Ms. Tsunade announces.

"Yo, Ms. T., I gotta go!" Suigetsu, who sits behind us, shouts out.

Ms. Tsunade huffs and places her hands on her hips. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Would you like to rephrase that sentence?" She asks, waiting for him to answer her.

He smirks deviously and shouts out, "Yeah, I'd like to."

"Ms. T., I gotta go take a shit."

Laughter echoes throughout the classroom and he high-fives the guy sitting next to him. Ms. Tsunade doesn't skip a beat; she hands him two blue detention slips and glares at him. "Such foolishness!" She rolls her eyes in utter annoyance.

I glance down at my table, closing my notebook and chem book. But, a small note falls on top of the two. I glance at Sasuke. His eyes are saying 'Read it.'

I open it and in his handwriting, it says: Up for a challenge, Pinkie?

"What kind of challenge?" I whisper to him.

"Us."

...

Us what? I slightly blush. What does he want me to do?

"Us, switching personalities. The way we dress and how we act. If I can't keep it up and you can, then... You get whatever you want. And if I can and you can't... Then, I give you my demands." He explains.

"You game?"

I think for a moment. Yes. It's something new. I'll be fun. And I can maybe be real to myself, even more.

"Hell yeah, I'm game."


Well, that's a wrap on this chappie!

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