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Chapters 1 up to 4 uploaded in batch on Jan 1st as a New Years present.

Have a wonderful, wonderful 2016 everybody! I wish you all the best in love, studies, wealth and health.

track 3.

"What are you studying so hard to be?"

It's been over a month since Sakura and Sasuke begun hanging out together; and it occurred to him that while Sakura seems to know everything about him, parts of the puzzle to her were still missing.

In the beginning, it had been an awkward relationship in which Sakura was the annoying existence that forced herself into his personal space. She demanded that he let her accompany him while he studied and ate lunch for a start; but as the weeks passed, he found that she was actually good company.

She could keep up to him in intellectual conversations (unlike a certain mutual friend) and the two of them were certainly more alike than he had originally thought.

They both took the same road to school, read the same paper, did the daily crosswords of said paper in pen, did their homework and assignments during the day to free up the evenings, and both studied at the back table by the window in the library. Sakura preferred the lighting, while Sasuke liked its privacy.

"Hmm. Me? A doctor." She mumbled. Presumably because they were in the library, but he's managed to pick up on her body language enough to tell that there was more to it.

Given her chatterbox tendencies, the tremendous control it takes for her to not expand her ideas would normally be giving her rapid jazz hands by now. Sakura has also never not grabbed onto the prospect of talking with him, no matter how trivial the subject.

Sakura doesn't think that she's good at acting does she?

"The reason?"

"I wanna help people." Looking up from her book, she narrowed her eyes as a playful grin spread over her face. "Why are you suddenly so interested? Do you like me?"

"No." He looked away.

Throwing her head back with a mock sigh of defeat as she let the book drop down from her hands, she leaned towards him as her chair swung back from the momentum.

"And what do you want to be?"

"I'm taking over the police service from otou-san."

Sakura studied him as he did to her a moment's passing ago.

"I know that already. But what do you want to be?"

"I'm not telling you." He snapped. As loudly as one could in the library.

"I promise I won't judge. No matter what. Pinky promise."

Sakura had folded her hands under her chin, but the lone pinky finger was held up for him. He looked at it and internally surrendered, knowing there was no way she was going to drop it now that she's caught on to a weakness of his.

"A singer."

Silently, she lets it sink in, giving him an expression that reeked of 'why are you wasting your intellect that way?' but she swallows it down, reminding herself that making music is hard. That those who make it big and become successful are also a genius in their own field.

The idol culture right now was at it's peak and she just couldn't picture Sasuke being controlled in an industry that enjoyed toying with people so blatantly.

Writing music, composing it on the other hand...

It suits you.

"Is that why you always go practice after school? So you can debut?"

"Yeah."

"I believe in you." After a moment's thought, she adds, "Sasuke-kun."