Chapter Twelve

Sakura did her best to not look conspicuous while standing in her line. She tried her foremost to keep her glances quick, and stealthy, but also felt she shouldn't take her eyes off the young lord for a second. Growing up in the ninja world she was well aware that anything could happen within a second, so she didn't want Temari to find any fault in her if someone did try something funny with Gaara. However, she was nervous to have the young lord, or anyone else, notice her fidgety and anxious stance. The last thing that she wanted was to be questioned why an outsider, like her, was staring at their Kazekage so odd like.

'Keep it together, Sakura.' She mentally noted.
'You're just passing off a gift to the new council member. There's nothing wrong with that.'

Sakura noted that her line, the one to meet the new council member, was a lot shorter than the one next to her, which was the line to greet Gaara.

'I don't even think Tsunade gets this much love.' Sakura thought with a wry smile.

As Sakura reached the front of her line, she knew it would be rude to keep her stare on Gaara. So instead, she turned and smiled at the older gentlemen in front of her the minute she took a step up to him.

"Hello young lady." The older man greeted.
"What is your name?"

Sakura took this moment to formally bow to the new council man. She knew she was now representing all of her people in welcoming this old man.

"Haruno Sakura." Sakura softly spoke, her head still facing the floor.
"I am from Konoha."

The old man made a pleasant face when he realized Sakura was not part of their village, and he softly brushed at his white beard while Sakura continued to speak.

"From my people and the Hokage, Tsunade-sama, I congratulate you on behalf of Konohagakure no Sato. No doubt you will aid Kazekage-sama to the best of your abilities."

Sakura kept her head down while she finished, listening to the man in front of her.

"My, my." He slowly spoke.
"I'm surprised Tsunade-sama would send someone to represent her to this little thing. I'm honored, but I didn't think it was that important."

Smiling at the old man's humbleness, Sakura lifted her eyes back to the man, a sweet smile on her.

"I'm actually here assisting Kazekage-sama. Tsunande-sama didn't send me, but will be happy to learn about your new position. She would probably send me back here if she learned I didn't congratulate you on behalf of her or her people."

"You seem to have a deep understanding of your Hokage."

Sakura nodded excitedly.

"I am her apprentice. She is teaching me her techniques."

Again, the old man made a silent nod while tugging his white beard.

"Very honorable. I thank you for your praise, Sakura. May I ask of you something?"

Sakura's eyes widened in light surprise, but she did not hesitate to nod her head at the old man. Encouraging him to speak up.

"Are you one of the shinobi Tsunade-sama sent to aid us in finding Gaara-sama?"

Sakura's smile fell when that memory returned. Though it hadn't been long, it had been some time since she thought of the moment they retrieved Gaara and found him lifeless. It was the image of him dead that washed the color off of Sakura's face. She gulped slowly, tearing her eyes away to the young lord himself just to be reassured that he was indeed alive and well. It seemed to hit her harder now than when that event actually happened, given how much closer she felt to the red-head

As if sensing her look, Sakura held in a breath when she felt Gaara's back stiffen and his eyes turn to face her. She could tell he was studying her, perhaps wondering why her gaze was locked on him, and also why she suddenly looked as pale as a ghost. Realizing that Gaara's attention was on her, Sakura quickly shook herself out of her trance and turned back to the old man.

"Y-Yes. It was my group, and I, that helped with the rescue mission." Sakura said while recollecting.

"I'm glad to have met you, Sakura, and I thank you for bringing our young lord back to us."

Sakura was about to speak, but instead felt her jaw drop as the older man in front of her bowed to her. She could hear a few gasps from the people behind her as a hush settled into the room. Quickly Sakura tried to speak lest all eyes fall onto her. She already had this scenario with Gaara before, and didn't want to be the center of attention in this foreign land.

"P-Please." She begged.
"Do not bow to me. Kazekage-sama is a friend, we would never turn our backs on him or this village."

Accepting her answer, and hearing her anxiety build, the older man slowly rose himself. There was a mischievous smile in his grin and Sakura quietly huffed when she realized he was teasing her. She had second thoughts before shoving the golden, wrapped box into the man's wrinkled hands.

"Here." Sakura puffed before watching him examine the container.

"A gift for me? Thank you young lady, I'll treasure it."

Sakura simply shrugged at the old man's thanks.

"It's just something I found in the market here. Had I known my stay here was going to be longer, or this event was going to happen, I would have brought you something exotic from Konoha." Sakura smiled.

"I'm sure I'll love it." The old man said, and brought his face closer to Sakura's.

Sakura wanted to pull back at this sudden intrusion, but realized the old man had something secret to tell her. So instead, she leaned in to meet him.

"I believe your gift and attention on me has made my young lord slightly jealous." The old man whispered for Sakura's ears.

Sakura pulled her face and eyes back slightly, studying the old man's face while taking in his words.

'Gaara? Jealous? No way...' Sakura thought, but still couldn't stop herself from turning to look at the red-head.

Her eyes were quick on Gaara, though, his narrowing stare lingered on the old man who was leaning close still to Sakura. She could easily see the envy in his eyes before his gaze met with hers, and quickly his eyes softened before turning from her to greet the person in front of him once again.

'Caught him again.' Inner Sakura mocked, though she was curious on Gaara's odd behavior.

While Sakura continued to gawk in thought, the old man pulled away from her.

"Thank you again, Sakura-kun. For all you have done. Your heart is very kind."

Shaking her head, and vanishing her train of thought, Sakura turned to bow at the old man. She congratulated him one last time before slowly making her way back to her chair and table. She sighed when she realized her table was still empty.

'Temari and Kankuro are still not back?' Sakura thought with some dishearten.

Pulling back on her chair, Sakura took the moment to glance behind her. Her eyes falling once again to the young lord.

'Why would he be jealous of the new council man?' Sakura thought, eyes locked on Gaara while she stood.
'The gift maybe? Temari said they are spoiled...'

However busy her mind was at the moment, Sakura's thoughts grew blank the minute she watched three older woman approach Gaara. Though she couldn't hear, she studied their body language carefully. They chose to surround the young lord in a very close range. Too close for comfort the rosette thought, and could feel her grip on her chair tightening.

'Hussy's.' Sakura thought herself.

Watching carefully, Sakura felt her body tense when one of the older woman snaked an arm around Gaara's arm like she had done earlier. She knew she should avert her eyes then, but could feel a boiling in the pit of her stomach that urged her to step up to the woman and challenge her. It wasn't until she heard a small snap, from the chair that she was gripping, that Sakura recollected herself. She looked around her, making sure no one had noticed the small destruction of the seat.

'Relax.' She told herself.
'Remember what Temari had said. To come and find her.'

Hearing the giggles of these women reach her ears, Sakura quickly spun on her heels and paced herself to the exit of the ballroom. She wasn't sure how much more she could handle before she herself jump in and send these women packing.

'Why so jealous?' Inner Sakura asked as her outer-self raced around the building, trying to locate her friend.
'I haven't seen you get this worked up since Ino-pig made a move on Sasuke-kun.'

Sakura growled at her thoughts. She did admit to herself that she was more upset and attentive over all this then she should be.

'I-It's because he is my friend now!' She tried to reason with herself.
'I have to look out for him. That's why I'm worked up. Temari put trust in me too!'

Opening a door, Sakura peeked inside the empty office. Spotting no one, she continued down the empty hallway, wondering where her friend had gone off to.

'Instead of looking for Temari, you should just go back and claim what's yours.' Inner Sakura snickered.

Taking another look inside an empty room, Sakura fiercely shut the door, anger starting to get the better of her.

'Please.' She begged her mind, setting her forehead against the hard frame.
'Don't confuse my feelings. My heart belongs to Sasuke-kun. Gaara is just a friend.'

Closing her eyes and taking in long, deep breaths, Sakura calmed herself.

'Heh.' Inner Sakura snickered.
'Don't blame your mind on confusing you. These are your thoughts, your feelings. I am you. You're confusing yourself.'

Sakura closed and furrowed her brows to her mind's words. She was right, yet didn't want to admit that maybe she could have small feelings growing for someone else besides Sasuke. Her head raced with questions, and with a lot of answers Sakura could not, or refused, to answer. However, when a deep voice entered her ears, the young woman perked up and glanced around. She recognized that voice with ease.

'Kankuro.' She thought, and marched down the long hallway, taking turns where she could hear his voice grow louder.

Soon enough, Sakura could see a figure down one of the hallways she turned to, and knew without question that it was the eldest brother of the sand siblings. He was speaking to another figure, and they were both standing outside two giant doors just like the ballroom's entrance.

"Kankuro!" Sakura hollered when she came into his hearing range.

She didn't stop when he jumped to her voice. Her pace was still strong when he noticed her and quickly shoved the young woman, he was talking to, back into the giant door's behind him. He shut the entrances and was able to turn around just in time to come face to face with an angry looking Sakura. Though he looked guilty, he forced a smile to her skeptical look.

"Y-Yo, Sakura." He continued to grin.
"What's up? Come to get that dance?"

Sakura simply tapped her foot while placing her hands on her hips, she eyed the doors Kankuro was now blocking.

"Where have you been?" Sakura finally asked.
"What are you doing this far away from the event?"

Kankuro gulped when he could sense Sakura's bitter aura.

"I was...you know...bathroom." Kankuro spoke, his nerves causing him to speak in broken sentences.

Sakura didn't buy it. The guilty grin he held was just the same as Naruto's when she would catch him in a lie.

"Who was that girl with you? Why did you shove her into the door's behind you? Where's Temari?"

At Sakura's many questions, Kankuro took the opportunity to approach her. Composing himself, he swung an arm around the rosette.

"Hey, what's with the twenty questions?" He asked, leading her away from the doors.
"Here. Let's head back to the ball. How about that dance I promised you?"

Sakura sneered at both the unwanted physical contact, and obvious lie, Kankuro was trying to cover up. The young woman was about to step away from his hold when she heard the door behind her open.

"Kankuro? Where are you going? You haven't finished your drink yet."

Hearing the stranger's voice and booming sound, Sakura spun on her heels. Where the young woman poked her head out, Sakura could make out the dancing music and dark flashing lights. Knowing that the man next to her wouldn't answer her, Sakura tore from his loose grip and marched towards the doors.

"Sakura, wait!" Kankuro begged, but his voice went unheard.

Sakura peeked her head behind the young woman who was holding the door open and asking for Kankuro's return. Her eyes widened to the large room, and the many, young adults that were dancing widely inside. The music was fast, the lights were hypnotic, and the room was practically full. Not to mention, Sakura could smell a distinct fragrance entering her nostrils.

'Saké.' She thought to herself before turning her eyes to a wincing Kankuro, he was prepared to hear her reprimand.

However, the young woman's demeanor seemed calm. Perhaps he compared her too much to being like his sister, he could tell she was just confused by the whole ordeal.

"What are you guys drinking in there?" Sakura asked, knowing the alcohol she smelt was strong.

Kankuro's glance immediately hit the floor while he began to scratch the back of his head. He mumbled something to the floor, and Sakura had to ask again.

"Genshu." Kankuro finally admitted.

Sakura seethed to the thought of such a heavy drink being served to people she could tell were underage. Hell, she wasn't even sure if Kankuro was of age yet. This gathering was definitely opposite of what was going on in the ballroom. However, her attitude was still calm. Who was she to judge her peers? Sakura had her share of wild moments despite how poised and responsible she acted. With those thoughts, she smiled at Kankuro, finding it funny that he had tried to hide this other party from her.

"Is this what you meant the other day when you said you put a lot of work into the party?" Sakura's asked with a sly look.

Taking in her look, Kankuro pouted.

"It's not like we do this often. We have to take a chance to enjoy ourselves when we can, you know? We're shinobi, our lives could end at any time. We should enjoy when we can." Kankuro shrugged while speaking.
"Just please don't tell Gaara, he would flip out if he saw this happening."

At the mention of Gaara's name, Sakura tensed. She suddenly remembered why she had ventured this far and who she was looking for. All of this had taken so long, she now grew worried, and anxious, that those women had stolen Gaara away. She inwardly hissed.

"Where's Temari?!" She practically boomed at a bewildered Kankuro.
"I need her now!"

Feeling her desperation grow, Sakura grabbed Kankuro by the collar of his tux and pulled his face to hers.

"I need you to help me find her. She wouldn't be lost if you had just been honest and told us what you were up to from the get go!"

Sakura watched as Kankuro gulped to her sudden explosion. His eyes diverted from hers to the room next to him, and as his gaze returned to Sakura's, he pointed a shaking finger towards the party. Sakura's eyes widened momentarily to Kankuro's misgiving attitude, but slowly she followed his finger and looked into the dark room. She gasped at what she saw, and immediately let go of the puppeteer.

"Is that..." Sakura gulped, still unbelieving.
"Temari?!"

In the middle of the dance floor, Sakura could see that the sand blonde's beautiful dress had been torn from the bottom to the top of her knees. No doubt, Temari had probably done it herself to help her dance better to the fast music. While she dance wildly, Sakura could see her stumbling over herself slightly. She looked extremely happy, and when Sakura saw the bottle of saké in one of her hands, the rosette immediately understood why.

'At least she is having fun...' Sakura thought, though she still feared for Gaara.

Knowing that Temari could no longer be any help, Sakura turned to Kankuro with new determination.

"Come on." Sakura said while grabbing a hold of the puppet master and dragging him down the hallway.

"W-Wait, Sakura!" Kankuro protested.
"What's going on?"

As she continued to drag him a long, Sakura huffed.

"These women are flirting with Gaara. We have to stop them!"

To those words, Kankuro dug his heels deep into ground, stopping their movement, and almost caused Sakura to trip. She recollected herself however, and spun to face Kankuro. He held a look on his face as if to let Sakura know she was overreacting.

"Really?" He passively asked.

Sakura immediately blushed, knowing what Kankuro was thinking.

"It's not what you think!" She began.
"It's just Temari asked me to look out for-"

"You don't think you two are overreacting just a little bit?" Kankuro cut Sakura off.
"Give Gaara some credit, he's a big boy. He knows what he wants and doesn't want."

Sakura tried to find some argument in her, but knew she could not. She did not know Gaara like Kankuro did. Maybe she really was just overreacting like he saying.

"Besides," Kankuro began again, "my breath reeks of alcohol. I don't want Gaara finding out about the party in the back."

Kankuro's eyes widened, as just realizing the importance of not being found out, and he immediately took a step towards Sakura and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Sakura, please." Kankuro pleaded.
"Keep an eye on Gaara for me? Just make sure he doesn't come looking for Temari, or I? Do me a solid, and keep him away from that party in the back!"

'What is with these siblings? Now this night has turned into a triple mission?" Sakura thought miserably to herself.

Knowing that her priority was set in the ballroom that Gaara was in, Sakura couldn't find her way out of turning down Kankuro's request. She, too, wanted Gaara to have a nice night, and decided keeping him away from the stress his brother and sister had created would be a good start.

"Fine." Sakura sighed, turning from Kankuro and slowly marching back to the ballroom.

Behind her she could hear Kankuro speak.

"Thank you, Sakura. I really owe you one, you're the best!"

Sakura simply waved her hand behind her, dismissing Kankuro's words.

'Now what?' She thought to herself.
'Do I let Gaara be? Or stop those women like Temari had wanted? I don't want to start any fights in this village...'

When Sakura reached the ballroom entrance, she had finally decided to let Gaara be. She admitted that Kankuro was right, and If Gaara was capable of running a village, he was more than capable handling a few women.

'He might secretly like that sort of attention.' Sakura thought to herself.
'Who am I to butt in? I'm not his sister.'

As Sakura entered the ballroom, she noticed the lights had been dimmed and a small band was now playing. The dance floor in the middle of the room was littered with couples dancing. Sakura eyed around the room, trying to catch a glimpse of her red-headed friend. However, the room was too dark, save the dance floor, to spot him easily.

'Great.' She thought to herself, feeling defeated.
'I bet those women took him off somewhere.'

Feeling her mood sour, Sakura eyed the desert table in the corner of the room before making her way towards it. She could at least try to enjoy some cake before deciding whether to stick around or not.

'If I don't find Gaara by the time I finish my cake I guess I'll just head back home.' Sakura thought to herself.

She didn't want to seem like a downer, but could not find any fun in this event if all she did the rest of the night was sit at her table alone. She had wanted someone to chat and keep her company.

'Just remember. You're here for work anyway. I suppose this night wasn't a huge lost if you weren't meant to be here in the first place.'

While Sakura eyed the desert table, she realized the cake she sought out was nowhere to be seen and asked the chef serving the deserts where it had gone.

"Sorry." The chef apologized.
"The cake went quick. All I have left is pudding, it's very tasty."

Sakura felt her shoulders slump when she learned the cake had already been eaten. She really did waste a lot of time searching for Temari and Kankuro. She politely declined the pudding, and instead returned to her table. Quietly, she sat by herself, finding some enjoyment at watching the couples dancing in front of her.

'I'll listen to a few songs before I go.' Sakura decided.

As time went on, Sakura's mind began to wander while watching the dancers still. She grew envy of the happy couples in front of her.

'When will my turn come with Sasuke-kun?' She thought to herself pathetically.

With her mood turning south, Sakura rested her chin into her hand and a bored expression wore on her face. She knew she should just get up and leave by this point, but sat glued in her spot feeling sorry for herself. A jealousy also beginning to boil inside of her at the smiling couples. Thoughts of Sasuke continued to swim in her mind.

'Sasuke-kun, will you dance with me when you come back?'

The small clatter of a plate cleared Sakura's mind, and she quickly straightened her back to look at the noise next to her. Her eyes widened when she recognized the person that was now settling down into the chair next to her.

"Kazekage-sama!" Sakura spoke with surprise.

She continued to watch while the red-head cushioned himself into the seat. Once he did, he eyed Sakura momentarily. It was if he was studying her as his eyes lingered on her, perhaps he could sense that her mind had settled on something sad in her life through her gaze. His look went undeterred for a few seconds longer before he nodded towards Sakura.

"Haruno." He greeted, before reaching for the plate he had set on the table.

Sakura watched him curiously as he scooted the plate towards her. Her eyes twinkled and mouth watered when she recognized the desert on the plate.

"I could not find you when they brought the cake out. So, I saved you a slice." Gaara apathetically spoke as he settled the plate in front of Sakura.

Sakura couldn't hold her excitement back to what her new friend had done for her. It had been one of the many things she was excited for tonight, but as night went on and her luck seemed to run out quick, her attitude had fallen to the point where she was just a few minutes ago. She had wished to return home, but Gaara had come to her rescue. Not only had he brought her a piece of cake she was looking forward to, she was thankful to see he had escaped the sharp claws of those cougars. Temari would not blame her for anything now.

Sakura was also very happy to now have a companion to speak with, even if she was still not too familiar with him nor was he the talkative type, but at this point she would hold onto to whatever was tossed her way. With all that done, Sakura's mood did a huge turn around, and she could not stop herself from blurting out.

"I could kiss you Kazekage-sama, thank you so much!"

Sakura quickly took her fork and began to cut herself a bite before the words she had just spoken slapped her hard in the face. Her face quickly turned red when her eyes returned to Gaara's stare. He held his usual passive look, but Sakura could easily see his eyes wavering to her words. Noticing that she had made him nervous, Sakura's face turned a few shades redder. Thank goodness the dim room hid her blushing cheeks.

"I'm sorry." Sakura began.
"I didn't mean literally. It's an expression, I just..."

Sakura could no longer hold her eyes to Gaara's. She felt herself having to pull away from his beautiful look, for they were entertaining the idea she had just spoken. She let out a heavy sigh to help calm herself, and pushed the thought of actually kissing him into the back of her mind.

'Calm down, Sakura.' She thought to herself.
'You can't go around talking like that to the Sand Lord.'

Sakura decided to hide her eyes on the cake under her. Playing with the pastry a bit before continuing.

"This night just hasn't been what I expected. I'm very grateful to you."

Sakura took a bite of her cake then, thinking Gaara would simply shrug off her words. The rosette could feel her tense body loosen when she tasted the delicious cake. This was definitely a treat, and admitted the chefs of Sungakure might have her hometown beat.

"You are not enjoying yourself?"

There was a small hint of urgency in Gaara's voice Sakura noticed. It was the same worry-like tone he would have when he would wonder if he did their friendship wrong. Sakura stared at her plate for a moment while contemplating his question. She did not want to lie to her friend, but did not want to the discourage the young lord either. Taking another bite of her cake, she felt her mind ease up. She knew what to say now and turned her eyes back up to look at him.

"I am now." She said before smiling sweetly.

She watched as Gaara's eyes widened momentarily before he swept them away from her and towards the dance floor.

"Hn." He said.

Sakura wanted to snicker at Gaara's shy behavior but thought against it lest she chase him away, and instead returned to her cake. While she ate her pastry, she watched the dancers in silence along with Gaara. When given the chance, she would take small glances at the young lord, curious to what was on his mind while he stared passively at the couples in front of them. She wondered if he was envious of them like she was, or if he thought the whole idea worthless. He was still mysterious to her, but while she continued to sneak glances at his profile, she had to admit he was quite handsome.

When Sakura had finished her cake, she quietly slid the plate to the side of her and shifted her body and attention towards the dancers again. She smiled, despite the silence between the two of them. She could easily admit she simply just enjoyed his company, even if she knew he could remain silent for the rest of the night.

"What did you give him?"

Sakura was caught off guard when she heard Gaara's question and turned to look at him. His bored eyes and frown were still settled on the people in front of them, but Sakura knew she had heard him clearly. Confused by what he was asking, she spoke.

"Who are you talking about?"

Sakura watched while Gaara shifted in his seat, though his eyes were still settled on others, she could tell that something on his mind was bothering him through his body language.

"The new council member." Garra spoke again.
"I watched you hand him something."

Taking in his words, Sakura blinked for a few moments. The old man's words replayed in her mind of Gaara's jealousy.

'He couldn't be...' Sakura thought, but felt her smile grow at the thought.

"Kazekage-sama, you're not jealous. Are you?" Sakura asked playfully, watching Gaara intently still.

She saw his eyes twirl along with the dancers in front of him. She knew he couldn't allow himself to lie too.

"Hn." Was his answer before he spoke again.
"I, too, received many gifts tonight."

His eyes wouldn't turn to Sakura, but she chuckled lightly. She knew Gaara was now trying to pass off that it didn't matter. Maybe even trying to get a rise out of her by saying he was presented with plenty. Sakura understood this perceptive of him.

"Then," Sakura began still with smile, "it shouldn't matter to you."

Gaara did not answer Sakura, and as time passed, the young woman returned to watching the dancing. She still held her proud, and playful smile. It made her a little giddy to think Gaara was a jealous type. However, she didn't want him to feel uncomfortable and leave, so she spoke up to share with the young lord.

"If it makes you feel better." Sakura spoke.
"I grow jealous, too, from time to time."

Sakura turned to watch him carefully, to see if he would have any reaction to her words. Gaara simply stared in front of him, his bored expression making him look tired, and Sakura turned from him when she saw he probably did not care to hear her words.

"Like these couples in front of me." She decided to finish, despite Gaara's lack luster interest.
"I watch them because it is beautiful to see these people so happy, and secretly, I wish to have that same happiness."

Deciding not to turn to Gaara this time, Sakura simply patted her knees when she finished her words. She wore her smile proud still despite what she admitted, and did not expect him to speak. When she heard him finally scoot his chair back and stand, Sakura could feel her heart drop.

'Did I chase him away with my stupid words?' She thought, trying to hide the small panic in her body, and glued her eyes to the dancers in front of her.

She listened to his small steps, and froze when his figure stepped in front of her. She didn't want to look at him, but knew she had to. When their eyes locked, she could see his bored expression had been replaced. His eyes were furrowed now, but she could see a nervous twinkle in his shifting gaze. Before she could ask, he presented an offering hand to her. Sakura stared at his hand for a few moments before her curious eyes returned to his.

"If I dance with you, you will tell me what you gave the councilman?"

Sakura's heart quickened and mind grew fuzzy.

'Gaara...just asked me to dance.' Sakura kept repeating in her mind, trying to grasp the concept.

She wanted to speak, to tell him he didn't have to force himself into something he didn't want, and that she was going to eventually tell him. She opened her mouth, but found that her voice had disappeared while she was locked by his hypnotic gaze. So instead, she lifted her shaking hand and slowly brought it towards his open palm. His eyes were still set on her when he felt her hand rest on his, and watched while she slowly nodded to answer him.

Their eyes never left one another when his hand squeezed hers into his, and he gently helped her to rise. It was as if both were studying the other, silently asking if the other was alright with this contact and interaction. Sakura could hear her inner self squealing in her mind, but her outer self was silent, and trying to hold back the rising excitement that was making her shake lightly. Slowly, Gaara guided Sakura towards the dance floor. She felt her breath hitch when she heard the crowd around them fall silent and hush murmurs explode around the room. She knew all eyes were on them now.

As they continued towards the dance floor, Sakura heard Gaara speak again.

"You will not have to be jealous anymore after this."

Sakura couldn't help but smile to his words, and she nodded towards him.

'This night has definitely not been what I expected.' Sakura thought.