Hey readers! I'm HORRIBLE! I know! So Horrible! Forgive me for yet, ANOTHER late update! To make up for it, this chappie is LONG, and romantic. Filled with drama, extreme romance, awkward silences and some comedy!

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

Chapter 13: Making it Up to You


Sakura

"Saku, Please tell me again why you're picking up Sasuke Uchiha and taking him with us to Lake Kumo," Ten-Ten says to me.

"My mom threatened me if I saw him outside of school, so going to Lake Kumo is a perfect place to hang out with him. Nobody will know us there."

"Except us."

"Or, since he's an Uchiha, he's known throughout the world and is some villian using teenage girls just to steal their-"

I glower a death glare at Ten-Ten, to shut her up.

"And I know you guys won't rat on me. Right?"

I catch Neiji rolling his eyes. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Going to Lake Kumo for the day on a double date is sure to be fun. Well, once Ten-Ten and Neiji get over the initial shock of the two of us as a couple. "Please don't give me more shit about this." I sigh.

"The guy's a loser, Sakura," Neiji says as he drives to the school parking lot where Sasuke should be waiting for us. "She's your best friend, Ten-Ten. Talk some sense into her."

"I tried, but you know her. She's stubborn. Ha-ha, remember last year when they said she was so stubborn because of her forehead?"

The mood suddenly turned to 'Make Fun of Sakura Hour.'

I roll my eyes and let out another sigh. "Can you please stop talking about me like I'm not even here? I like Sasuke. He likes me. I want you to give this thing a chance."

"And you're going to do that how? By keeping him a secret forever?" Ten-Ten asks.

Thank goodness we reach the parking lot so I don't have to respond. Sasuke is sitting on the curb beside his motorcycle, his long legs stretched in front of him. I chew my bottom lip anxiously as I open the door to the backseat.

When he sees Neiji driving and Ten-Ten next to him, a muscle in his jaw tenses.

"Come on in, Sasuke," I say, and slide over. I purse my lips for him to peck, but he doesn't. He leans into the car. "I don't think this is a good idea."

"Don't be silly. Neiji promised to be nice. Isn't that right, Neiji?" I give him a look as I hold my breath for the answer.

Neiji gives an impersonal nod. "Sure," he says, totally monotone.

Any other guy would leave, I'm sure of it. But Sasuke slides in beside me. After a couple of seconds, he quickly pecks me on the lips and then cheek. "Where we goin'?" He asks.

"Lake Kumo," I say. "Ever been there before?"

"No." He flatly responds.

"It's about an hour away. Neiji's parents have a cabin there."

As we drive, you'd think we were in a library instead of a car. Nobody says a word. The only thing that doesn't stifle the silence is the music playing from the radio and the sounds of the car driving.

Lucky for me, it's a song that I can enjoy.

So, why you're dressing up tonight?

We don't need money to kill the lights

And why you're talking over it?

I don't need words to feel those lips

And I love how you're up for it

Anything we want is in our grip

It seems to me... That we could be...

Dressed up to Undress

I hummed along to the song, glancing over at Sasuke... He looks stiff.

I nudge him with my elbow. "Ever heard this song before?" I raise an eyebrow waiting for his answer. He slowly gives me a look and shakes his head, 'No'.

"Who is it by?"

"... Breathe Carolina..." I whisper, twiddling my thumbs together while looking down at my legs.

"Oh."

That was his response.

Awkward...

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Finally, Neiji stops for gas. And when he does, Sasuke gets out, walks off, and lights a cigarette.

I sink lower in my seat. So far, this is not how I'd envisioned the day turning out. Neiji and Ten-Ten are usually hilarious together, but this is about as fun as a funeral.

"Can you at least try and make conversation?" I ask my best friend. "I mean, you can spend hours talking about what kind of dog you'd rather kiss but you can't even put two words together in front of a guy I like."

Ten-Ten turns around in her seat to face me. "I'm sorry. It's just that... Saku, you can do better. A LOT better."

"Like Hidan, you mean."

I roll my eyes.

"Like anyone." Ten-Ten huffs and turns back around.

Sasuke gets into the car and I give him a weak smile. When he doesn't smile back, I take his hand in mine. He doesn't return the hold, but he doesn't pull away. Is that a good sign?

When we drive from the station, Sasuke says, "You've got a loose tire. Hear the noise comin' from the left rear?"

Neiji shrugs. "It's been like that for a month. No biggie."

"Pull over and I'll fix it," Sasuke says. "If it fails off the highway, we're toast."

I can tell Neiji doesn't want to rely on Sasuke's assessment, but after about a mile he grudgingly stops on the side of the road.

"Neiji," Ten-Ten says, pointing to the adult bookstore we're in front of. "Do you know what kind of people go in there?"

Neiji glances at Ten-Ten. "Right now, sweetheart, I really don't give a shit." He turns to Sasuke. "Okay, big shot. Fix the car."

Sasuke and Neiji step out. "I'm sorry I bitched at you..." I trail off to Ten-Ten.

"I'm sorry, too."

"Do you think Sasuke and Neiji will start fighting?"

"Maybe." Ten-Ten sighs. "We better get out there to distract them."

Outside, Sasuke takes tools out of the trunk.

After jacking up the car, Sasuke holds the tire iron in his hands. Neiji has his hands and his jaw thrust forward in defiance.

"Hyuuga, what's up you ass?" Sasuke asks, not taking his eyes off the work he was doing.

"I don't like you, Uchiha."

"You think you're my favorite person?" Sasuke snaps back as he kneels beside the tire and tightens the lug nuts.

I look over at Ten-Ten. Should we intervene? Ten-Ten shrugs. I shrug. It's not as if they've come to blows... yet.

A car screeches beside us. Four guys, with signature onyx colored eyes and with that Uchiha symbol tatted on their forearms are inside; two in the front and two in the back. Sasuke ignores them as he lowers the jack and returns it to the trunk.

"Hey, sexy girls! How about you ditch those losers with the bad ass car and come with us. we'll show you a real good time," one of them shouts through the window.

"Fuck off," Neiji shouts.

One of the guys stumble out of the car and advances on Neiji. Ten-Ten yells something but I'm not paying attention. Instead, I'm watching Sasuke tear off his jacket and block the other guy's path.

"Get out of my way," the guy orders. "Don't lower yourself by protecting this dick. Loyality and Protection to your clan, no outsiders."

Sasuke stands toe to toe with the guy, the tire iron gripped tightly in his hand. "You fuck with the outsider, you fuck with me. It's that simple. Understood, friend?"

Another guy steps out of the car. We're in some serious trouble.

"Girls, take the keys and get in the car," Sasuke orders, his tone precise.

"But..."

There's a lethal calmness in his eyes. Oh, boy. He's dead serious.

Neiji tosses Ten-Ten his car keys. Now what? Are we supposed to sit in the car and watch them fight? "I'm not going anywhere," I tell him.

"Me, either," Ten-Ten says.

A guy in the other car stick his head out the window. "Sasu, that you?"

Sasuke's stance relaxes. "Tiny? What the hell you are doin' with these dickheads?"

The guy named Tiny says something in their language to his buddies and they jump back into the car. They almost seem relieved they won't have to fight Sasuke and Neiji.

"I'll tell you as soon as you tell me what you're doing with a bunch of..." He doesn't finish the sentence. I'm kind of offended...

Sasuke chuckles. "Get out of here."

When we're all back in the car, I hear Neiji say, "Thanks for having my back."

Sasuke mumbles, "Don't sweat it."

Nobody speaks again until we reach the outskirts of Lake Geneva. Neiji parks in front of a sports bar for lunch. Inside, Ten-Ten and I order chopped salads while Neiji and Sasuke order burgers.

In the booth while we're waiting for food, nobody is talking. I kick Ten-Ten under the table.

"So, um, Sasuke," she starts. "Seen any good movies lately?"

"Nope."

"Apply to any colleges?"

"Nope."

"Did it with Sakura, yet?"

My eyes widen. Sasuke shakes his head. I am resisting the urge to face-palm, or slap my forehead.

Surprisingly, Neiji sits up and takes over. "Who taught you so much about cars?"

"My cousin," Sasuke says. "On weekends, I'd hang at his house and watch him bring cars back from the dead."

"My dad has a '72 Karmann Ghia sitting in our garage. He thinks it'll magically start running."

"What's wrong with it?" Sasuke asks.

As Neiji explains, Sasuke listens intently. While they discuss the pros and cons of buying refurbished engine parts from off of eBay, I sit back and relax. Then tension from earlier seems to disintegrate the longer they talk.

After we finish eating, we walk down Main Street. Sasuke takes my hand in his, and I can't think of anything I'd rather do than be here with him. "Ooh, there's that new gallery," Ten-Ten squeals, pointing across the street. "Look, they're having a grand opening. Let's go in!"

"Cool," I say.

"I'll hang outside," Sasuke says as we follow Ten-Ten and Doug across the street. "I'm not a gallery kind of guy."

That's not true. When is he going to realize that he doesn't have to live up to the stereotype everyone has placed on him? Once he foes inside, he'll realize he's as welcome in a gallery as he is in the auto body shop.

I pucker my lips out and tear up, fakely, staring off into his eyes. "Please...?" I question. He gives me one glance and shakes his head 'no'.

I grab his arm. "Please, boyfriend?"

I think that word got him going a little.

"Please...? Pretty Please, with a lot of me on top?" I beg, tugging at his at his arm a little.

With a roll of his eyes, he sighs, "Fine."

I'm smiling so hard right now.

"Come on," I chime, pulling him inside. I smile inwardly as we enter the gallery.

A huge spread of food is laid out. About forty people are milling about, observing the artwork.

I tour the gallery with Sasuke, who's walking stiffly at my side.

"Loosen up," I whisper to him.

"Easy for you to say," he mumbles back.


Sasuke

Bringing me into a gallery wasn't the best idea she's ever had. Switching personalities and styles for a day was something, but a gallery? ... Come on. When Ten-Ten pulled Sakura away from me to show her a painting, I've never felt more out of place.

I wander around around and scan the food table, thankful we already ate. You can't really call this stuff food, actually. Sushi, eh, sorta. But crackers, cheese, some sort of red drink? Grapes, all this other stuff? And what's this I'm looking at? ... Weiners with lettuce and some other shit stuffed in it? There are sandwiches the size of a quarter. Hell no.

I'm tempted to nuke it all, just to make it edible.

"We're all out of wasabi."

I'm still concentrating on identifying the assortment of food when someone taps me on the shoulder.

I turn around to a short, blond guy. He reminds me of Burro Face and I immediately want to push him away.

"We're out of wasabi," he says again.

If I knew what the fuck he was telling me for, I could respond. But I don't, so I don't. And it makes me feel stupid.

"Don't you speak English?"

My hands ball into a fist. Yes, I speak English, you dumbass. But the last time I checked, wasabi didn't pop up in a question asked and this asshole, needs to get the fuck away from me. Instead of responding, I walk over to a painting, with a naked girl, standing in a garden, looking at a rather large ladybug...? Boy, I tell you. The ideas that pop up into people's heads these days...

"What do you see in this picture?" I hear a voice say behind me.

I turn around just to look down at a short woman, possibly in her early twenties. She's very beautiful. But her beauty isn't that comparable to Sakura's. Her tits are huge, and they definately stick out and show in that revealing, red dress of hers. She has come kind of furry shit wrapped around her shoulders and a little poodle in a purse.

As a matter of fact, nevermind. I don't go for girls who lock animals up in a bag.

I look at the painting.

"Boobies." I say, shrugging my shoulders.

Her eyes widen and she gasps. "W-What a vulgar thing to say!" She nearly shouts.

I shrug my shoulder again. "We're all intitled to our own opinions." As I turn my away from her I say, "You should also cover those huge monsters up... People like to stare at tits that huge, you know?"

And I walk away after that.

I walk over to look at another one of those paintings. The one I stop at shows a girl and a dog walking on what looks like a sloppy imitation of Earth.

"There you are," Sakura says, coming to my side. Neiji and Ten-Ten are right behind her.

"Saku, this is Perri Toyotomi," Neiji says, pointing to the Hidan look-alike. "The artist."

"Omigod, your work is amazing!" Sakura says, gushing at him. She said "omigod" as if she really is an airhead. Is she kidding me?

The guy looks over her should at his painting. "What do you think of this one?" He asks her.

Sakura clears her throat. "I think it shows great insight to the relationship between man, animal, and Earth."

Oh, please. What bullshit.

Perri puts his arm around her and I'm tempted to pick a fight in the middle of the gallery. "I can tell you're very deep."

Deep, my ass. He wants to get into her pants... pants he's never going near if I have anything to do or say about it.

"Sasuke, what do you think?" Sakura asks, turning to me.

"Well..." I rub my chin as I stare at the painting. I'll just be honest as I was with that short woman. "I think the entire collection is worth a buck fifty, two tops."

Ten-Ten's eyes go wide and her hand covers her mouth in shock. Neiji is coughing up his drink. And Sakura? I look at my "let's see what happens" girlfriend.

"Sasuke, you owe Perri an apology," Sakura says.

Yeah, right after her apologizes for asking me about wasabi. Not a chance in hell.

Perri looks at me up and down. He scoffs, "Nevermind the help. He can't even speak English, let alone answer a question to his superior. I'll just fire him. The workers here are getting to be a little too much in number, anyways." He starts to chuckle and then pulls Sakura closer to him.

Did this dickhead just pull my girl closer to him? And call me a worker? And say he's superior to me?

Fuck that shit.

I glare, and start to rant.

"You know what? Fuck you." I say to Perri. "Fuck your shoes. Fuck your socks. Fuck your suit. Fuck your entire art gallery. Fuck everything in this shithole you call art. Fuck your fake-ass hair-piece. Fuck your fake-ass blonde hair. Fuck your height. Fuck your paintings. Fuck your wasabi. Fuck your food. Fuck your followers. Fuck your face. Fuck your ugly, short, motherfucking Burro Face lookin' ass. And FUCK YOUR LIFE."

Everyone in the art gallery is starting at me. Eh, I could care less.

"I'm outta here," I say, then turn my back on all of them and walk out the gallery door. Fuck all of that.

Outside, I bum a cigarette from a waitress across the street who's on break. All I can think about is how Sakura looked as she ordered me to apologize.

I do not take orders well

Damn, I hated watching that asshole artist put his arm around my girl. I'm sure every guy wants to put his hands on her in some way, to claim they've touched her. I want to touch her too, but I also want her to want only me. Not order me around like some puppy dog and only hold hands with me when she's not putting on a show.

This is definitely not not turning out like it's supposed to.

"I saw you come out of the gallery. Only hoiteys go in there," the waitress says after I hand back her lighter.

Wasabi. Now hoiteys. Seriously, you'd think I didn't know English. "Hoiteys?"

"Hoitey-toitey types. You know, white collar stiffs."

"Yeah, well, I'm definitely not one of those. More like a blue collar who followed a bunch of hoiteys in there." I take a long drag, thankful for nicotine. I feel calmer immediately. Okay, so my lungs are probably shriveled up, but I have a good idea I'll probably die before my lungs decided to quit on me.

"I'm Blue Collar Mandy," the waitress says, holding out her hand and flashing me a smile. She's got light brown hair streaked with purple.

She's cute, but she's no Sakura.

I shake her hand. "Sasuke.

She eyes my tattoos. "I've got two. Wanna see?"

Not really. I have a feeling she got drunk one night and tattooed her chest... or ass.

"Sasuke!" Sakura yells mu name from the front of the gallery.

I'm still smoking and trying to forget that she brought me here because I'm her dirty little secret. I don't want to be a fucking secret anymore.

My pseudo-girlfriend crosses the street. Her designer shoes click on the pavement, reminding me she's a class abover. She eyes Mandy and me, two blue collars, smoking together.

"Mandy here was about to show me her tattoos," I tell Sakura to piss her off.

"I bet she was. Were you going to show her yours, too?" She eyes me accusingly.

"I'm not into drama," Mandy sighs. She throws down her cigarette and smashes it with the tip of her gym shoe. "Good luck, you two. God knows you need it."

I take another drag while wishing Sakura didn't tempt me like she does. "Go back to the gallery, darling. I'll take a bus home."

"I thought we were having a nice day together, Sasuke, in a town where nobody knows us. Don't you want to be anonymous sometimes?"

"You think it's nice having that little piece of shit artist think I'm a busboy? I'd rather be known as a gangbanger than the immigrant, cussing busboy."

"You didn't even give it a chance. If you'd relax and take that chip off your shoulder, you could fit it. You can be one of them."

"Everyone is plastic in there. Even you. Wake up, Miss Omigod! I don't want to be one of them. Get it?"

"Loud and clear. For your information, I'm not plastic. You can call it that, but we call it considerate and polite."

"In your social circles, not mine. In my circles, we tell it like it is. And never, ever order me to apologize like you're my mother. I swear, Sakura, the next time you do that, we're done."

Oh, man. Her eyes are getting all glassy. She turns back to me and I want to kick myself for hurting her.

I put out my cigarette. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be a dickhead. Well, I did. But that's because I didn't feel comfortable in there."

She's not looking at me. Reaching out to rub her back, I'm thankful she doesn't shy away from me. I continue talking. "Sakura, I love hanging out with you. Shit, when I get to school I scan the halls lookin' for you. As soon as I catch sight of these angelic streaks of cotton-candy pink," I say, fingering her hair, "I know I can make it through the day."

"I'm no angel."

"You are to me. If you forgive me, I'll go back and apologize to that artist fucker... I mean, guy."

She opens her eyes. "Really?"

"Yeah. I don't want to do it. But I will... for you."

Her mouth curves into a small smile. "Don't do it. I appreciate you saying you'll do it for me, but you're right. His art did suck."

I sit on the curb of the sidewalk, pulling her down with me. "Sit with me." I say. She nods, and leans her head on my shoulder. I take my hand in hers.

"You know..." She trails off.

"What?"

"I have an idea."

"Of?"

"How to make it up to you..." She smiles at me.

"Me? Well... lay it on me." I say. She starts to whisper her idea in my ear.

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"There you guys are," Ten-Ten says. "We've been looking all over for you lovebirds. Let's hit the road and get to the cabin already."

Sakura and I glance at each other. "Wait in the car for a couple of minutes."

"Why?" Both Ten-Ten and Neiji say at the same damn time.

Sakura sighs, "Sasuke wanted to apologize to Perri Toyotomi before we leave."

Ten-Ten raises and eyebrow. Neiji shrugs and they both get into the car. I hold Sakura's hand, as we walk across the street and back into the gallery.

A waiter, holding a tray with glasses of wine is at the door. Sakura takes one and starts to sip from it, while we're walking around to the gallery.

"And here, you can see that-"

That's the Perri guy, explaining on of his shitty paintings to a couple.

"Oh, Perri!" Sakura chirps, prancing over to him. Perri turns his attention to Sakura, who is strutting over to him. He smiles and slightly blushes. I have the urge to puke right now. He's blushing because my girl called his name. Whatever.

"Oh, you've come back!" He holds out his hand, for her to take but stops midway. "And... you brought the worker... Goodie..." He seemed happy about Sakura being back, but his mood was totally ruined when he glanced over at me.

Sakura's pink and beautiful lips curve into a stunning smile, as she spins around quickly, saying "Oh, I chased him down to apologize to you Perri." Before she could realize, the couple and Perri are both gasping. She turns around to see his cashmere white suit, now colored with light pink and soaked.

Sakura's hand goes up to cover her mouth. She rushed over to him, "I. Am. So. Sorry."

He let's out a sigh, looking down at his suit. "Oh, it's alright, darling. I can have this dry-cleaned in a jiffy."

Sakura raises an eyebrow. "So, the dry cleaners will be able to clean out wine?"

Perri nods his head. Sakura is silent for a moment before grabbing a bowl filled with... green stuff and dumping it over his head. That surprises me, and I'm laughing my ass off. Others in the gallery are gasping and murmuring to each other. "Will your personal hair stylest be able to clean wasabi out?" Perri's jaw stiffens and his eyes narrow.

He clears his throat. "Um, yes... I suppose."

"And... Would your personal doctor and chiropractor be able to fix and relieve pain that's inbetween your legs?"

"What are you getting at?" Perri seeths at her. Sakura smiles and tilts her head to the side.

"This!" She hollers, as her leg swings up and she kicks him in the nuts.

Now, my eyes widen at this. My girl!

Sakura starts to laugh as Perri is on the floor, holding his ball-sack and squealing in pain. "G-Get... th-them..." He whispers between sharp sighs.

Sakura quickly kisses me on the lips, and grabs my hand. Next thing you know, we're racing out of the gallery while two security guards are chasing after us.

We cross the road, and make it back to Neiji's car, stopping the two from their heavy make-out session.

"What is it?" Ten-Ten murmurs, her gaze foggy from what she was just doing.

"Drive!" We both yell, at the same damn time. Neiji speeds away, looking back at the two security guards that were out of breath.

"What did you two do?" He questioned, when we were on the road.

Sakura and I look at each other, smiling.

Right now, I feel like we're one of those run-away couples.

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At the cabin, Neiji claps his hands together. "Hot tub or movie?" He asks.

Ten-Ten walks over to the window overlooking the lake. "I'll fall asleep, if we put a movie on."

I'm sitting with Sakura on the couch in the living room, reeling over the fact that this huge house is Neiji's second home. It's bigger than the one house I live in. And a hot tub? Jeez, rich people have it all.

"I don't have a bathin' suit," I tell them.

"Don't worry," Sakura says. "Neiji probably has one in the pool house that you can wear."

In the poolhouse, Neiji looks through a drawer searching for suits.

"There's only two here." Neiji picks up a skimpy Speedo and holds it out to me. "This okay for you, big guy?"

"That wouldn't fit my right testicle. Why don't you wear it and I'll take this one," I say, reaching around Neiji and grabbing a boxer-type suit. I notice the girls are gone. "Where'd they go?"

"To change. And to talk about us, I'm sure."

In the small changing room as I stirp and get into the suit, I think about my life back home. Here, in Lake Kumo, it's easy to forget about home life for a while. Not having to worry about who's got my back.

While I step out of the changing room, Neiji says, "She'll take a lot of shit by being with you, you know. People are already starting to talk."

"Listen, Neiji. I like that girl more than I can remember likin' anything in my life. I'm not about to give her up. I'll start caring about what other people think when I'm six feet under."

Neiji smiles and holds out his arms. "Ah, Uchiha, I think we just had a male bonding moment. Wanna hug?"

"Not on your life."

Neiji slaps me on the back, then we walk to the hot tub. Despite everything, I think we do have, if not a bonding, then atleast an understanding. Either way, I'm still not hugging him.

"Very sexy, babe," Ten-Ten says, eyeing Neiji's speedo.

Neiji is walking like a penguin, waddling while trying to get comfortable. "I swear to God I'm taking theses off as soon as I get in the hot tub. They're choking my balls."

"TMI," Sakura chimes in, covering her ears with her palms. She's wearing a yellow bikini, very to little imagination. Does she realize she looks like a sunflower, ready to rain sunshine on all who looks down upon her?

Neiji and Ten-Ten climb into the tub.

I hop into the tub and sit beside Sakura. I've never been in a hot tub before, and am not sure about hot-tube protocol. Are we going to sit and talk, or do we break off into couples and make out? I like the second option, but Sakura looks nervous.

Especially when Neiji tosses his Speedo out of the tub.

I wince. "Come on, man."

"What? I want to be able to have kids one day, Uchiha. That thing was cutting off my circulation."

Sakura hops out of the tub and pulls a towel around her. "Let's go inside, Sasuke."

"You guys can stay in here," Ten-Ten says. "I'll make him put the marble bag back on."

"Forget it. You two enjoy the tub. We'll be inside," Sakura says.

When I'm out of the tub, Sakura hands me an extra towel.

I put my arm around her as we walk to the cabin. "You okay?"

"Absolutely. I was thinking you were upset."

"I'm cool. But..." Inside, I pick up a blown-glass figurine and study it. "Seein' this house, this life... I want to be here with you, but I look around and realize this will never be me."

"You're thinking too much." She kneels on the carpet and pats the floor. "Come here and lie on your stomach. I know how to give Swedish massages. It'll relax you."

"You're not Swedish," I smirk.

"Yeah, well, neither are you. So if I do it wrong you'll never know the difference."

I lie next to her. "I thought we were gonna take this relationship slow."

"A back rub is harmless."

My eyes roam over her kick-ass bikini-covered bod. "I'll have you know I've been intimate with girls wearin' a lot more."

She slaps me on the butt. "Behave yourself."

When her hands move over my back, I let out a groan. Man, this is torture. I'm trying to behave, but her hands feel too damn good and my body has a mind of it's own.

"You're tense," she says in my ear.

Of course I'm tense. Her hands are all over me. My answer is another groan.

After a few minutes of Sakura's mind-numbing massage, loud moaning, groaning, and grunting from the hot tub floats into the room. Neiji and Ten-Ten have obviously skipped the back rub portion of the evening.

"Do you think they're doing it?" She asks.

"Either that, or Neiji's a very religious guy," I say, referring to the guy screaming Oh, God! every two seconds.

"Does it make you horny?" She sings quietly into my ear.

"No, but you keep massaging me like that and you can forget about that goin' slow bullshit." I sit up and face her. "What I can't figure out is if you know you're a tease and you're fuckin' with me or whether you really are innocent."

"I'm not a tease."

I cock an eyebrow, then look down at my upper thigh where she's parked her hand. She snatches it away. "Okay, I didn't mean to put my hand there. Well, I mean, not really. It just kinda... wh... what I mean to say is..."

"I like it when you stutter," I say as I pull her down next to me and show her my own version of a Swedish massage. I kiss her over and over on the lips and cheek, while stroking the small of her back, until we're interrupted by Ten-Ten and Neiji.


Sakura

After spending the night at Neiji's cabin, and being interrupted by their constant moans and other sexual noises, we finally got some closure.

We were back at the school parking lot, where Sasuke left his motorcycle.

"Thanks for everythin', and today..." Sasuke whispers, opening the door and stepping out, but leaning into the car.

"No problem, Uchiha." Neiji smiles. "Anytime."

"Yeah, today was fun. We should do this again." Ten-Ten added, plastering a warm smile on her face.

Sasuke nods his head with a small grin. He gaze diverts to look at me. "I'll see you later, Pinkie."

The way he said my name... I'm not ready for the night to end.

"Hey, Neiji and Ten-Ten... I think I was Sasuke to take me home." I tell them.

"But... What about your mother...?"

"I don't care..." I sigh, stepping out of the car and step onto the pavement, straddling Sasuke's motorcycle.

"Come on... We have to get a move-on. I told my mom I would be back by eight o' clock in the morning." I say to Sasuke, flashing him a smile.

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"Mother!" I announce through the foyer. "I'm home."

"Sakiee!" I hear my sister Yoshiko squeal in delight. That brings a smile to my lips. I take off my shoes, walking down the foyer, into the living room. I can hear my mother's constant chatter and another familiar voice coming down the hall. I hang my coat on the post and kiss my sister on the forehead.

"Hey Yoshi!" I chime in. "How's my favorite girl?"

She gives me that lopsided, adorable crook smile and claps her hands together. Punching in letters in her computer, an automated voice comes out. "Hello, Sakura. I missed you so much." I wrap my arms around her, pulling her into a hug.

Soon enough, my mom steps forward... and her guess is... Hidan.

I gulp hard, just standing there, staring. Like a lost puppy.

"Sakurako. You're here." My mother says. I give her a quick nod, not taking my eyes off of Hidan.

What does he want?! Why is he here?!

My mother has a hand on his shoulder, and an amused smile on her face. "Sakurako, how was Lake Kumo and the night at Neiji's cabin?" She asks. I nod again.

"Great."

How come I can't hardly get any words out?!

"Sakurako."

"... Yes, mother?"

"As you can see... Hidan stopped by." When she states the obvious, Hidan's lips curve into a smug smile. That is enough to anger me.

I am now staring with narrowed eyes and clenched fists. I can deal with him at school and in Chemistry class... But coming to my house? No...

No...

No!

"Yes... I can see that. Might I ask why he came over?

My mother's thin lips are curved into a very smug smile. This can't be good. What diabolical plan does she have up her sleeves this time?!

"I'll just leave you two alone." My mother announces, wheeling Yoshiko out of the area with us.

We just stand there.

Moments pass before Hidan yanks me over to his side and embraces me. "L-Let me go!" I say, squirming about. His embrace is too tight for me to even move. This is like a bear-tight hug. "Don't fight it, Saku." He whispers into my ear, huskily. That's enough to make me groan and squirm even more. I was through with Hidan. And I am still through with him.

After futile attempts to break his embrace, I give up, relaxing a bit in his arms.

Imagine it's Sasuke... I chant to myself.

"I miss you, Saku..." He murmurs, kissing my neck. I let out a sigh, rolling my eyes. Oh, please.

"I miss your body," He says. He only wanted me for my body.

"I don't need to hear this." I seeth, trying my best to make him let me go. I pinch him, on the stomach. He moans, letting out a laugh. "Babe, you remembered that's my weak spot?"

My eyes widen. Shit.

"Hidan. You need to leave. Now." I try to make my voice sound hard, cynical. But it's no use. He's as stubborn as a fucking brick wall.

"I don't want to leave."

"Leave."

"I miss your sexy, green eyes. I miss that enticing and abnormal cotton-candy hair. Your scent, babe. Your scent. I miss our days together. I miss everything. We... We didn't end well, babe. I want to make it up to you. Forget that Ami or Mia bitch, whatever her name was. Take me back." He chimes in my ear, gazing into my eyes.

I don't believe a word that is coming out of his mouth.

If Sasuke finds out...

Caught in my thoughts, I don't realize it, but Hidan's lips are now pressed on mine. He's putting all his weight down on me, and now, he's on top of me, while I'm laying down on the couch. And he doesn't stop.

I can't help but...

"Ahem... if you two wanted privacy... you just had to ask." My father booms, down the hall, leaning against the wall. I gasp, and Hidan rise up off of me, scratching his head. "I was just leaving, sir."

Hidan stands up.

He gives me a look.

"See you tomorrow... Saku."

Oh god...


Sasuke

Two weeks later, I get word that I have a court date for my gun possession charge. I hide the info from Sakura, because she'd freak out. She'd probably go on and on about how a public defender isn't as good as a private lawyer. The thing is, I can't afford a fancy lawyer.

As I'm worrying about my fate while I'm hanging by the front doors before school, I'm suddenly sideswiped by someone and almost lost my balance.

"What the hell?" I push back.

"Sorry," the guy says nervously.

I realize the guy is none other than Bowl Guy from the jail cell.

"Come and fight me, geek," Jugo calls out.

I step forward, getting in the middle. "Jugo, what's your problem?"

Jugo looks half crazed. "This dickhead took my parkin' spot," Jugo yells, pointing past me to Bowl Guy.

"So what? Did you find another spot?"

Jugo stands stiffly, ready to kick Bowl Guy's ass. Jugo can do it, no problem.

"Yeah, I found another spot."

"Then leave the guy alone. I know him. He's cool."

Jugo raises an eyebrow. "You know this guy?"

"Listen," I say, taking one look at Bowl Guy and am glad he's wearing blue button-down instead of that ugly green shirt. It's still geek city, but atleast I can keep a straight face when I say, "This guy's been in jail more times than me. He might look like a complete dickhead, but underneath that fucked-up hair, eyebrows, and lame clothes, he's a complete badass."

"You're fuckin' with me, Sasuke." Jugo articulates.

I step of the way and shrug. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

Bowl Guy steps forward, attempting to look tough. I bite my lower lip to keep from laughing and cross my arms around my chest as if I'm waiting for the ass-kicking to start. My Uchiha buddies also wait, ready to see Jugo get his ass kicked by a white geek.

Jugo looks from me to Bowl Guy and back. "If you're fuckin' with me, Sasuke-"

"Check his police record. Grand theft auto is his specialty."

Jugo contemplates his next move. Bowl Guy doesn't wait. He walks over to me, holding out his fist. "You need anything, Sasuke, you know who's got your back."

My fist connects with Bowl Guy's. He's gone a second later and I'm thankful nobody noticed his fist shaking in fear.

I catch Bowl Guy at his locker between first and second period. "Did you mean it? That if I needed anything you'd help!"

"After this morning, I owe you my life," Bowl Guy says. "I don't know why you stuck up for me, but I was scared shitless."

"That's rule number one. Don't let them see you scared shitless."

Bowl Guy snorts. I guess it's his laugh; either that or he has a really bad sinus infection. "I'll try and remember that the next time a gang member threatens my life." He holds out his hand for me to shake. "I'm Rock Lee."

I grab his hand and give it a shake. "Listen, Rock Lee," I say. "My court date is next week and I'd rather not rely on a public defender. You think your mom can help?"

Rock Lee smiles. "I think so. She's really good. If it's your first offense, she could probably get you a short probation."

"I can't afford-"

"Don't worry about the money, Sasuke. Here's her card. I'll tell her you're a friend of mine and she'll do it pro bono."

As Rock Lee walks down the hallway, I think of how funny it is that the most unlikely person becomes your ally. And how a pinkette can make you think futures are something to look forward to.


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