Warning! There are non-SasuSaku lemons in this chapter!!!Only in the beginning though. =3 Next chapterrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Enjoy! Starts from where we left off last time. ^^ Oh, and PS. We are going to skip a month or two….or three at some point in this chapter.

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Previously : Teammates

"…ah!" His hand had took hold of one of the mounds, and squeezed slightly. Fear spiked through Sakura as she felt his warm skin, a contradiction of his eyes, always cold. He smirked again. "You're a virgin, aren't you?"

"S-stop."

"Don't have you're first kiss, right?" The hand pinched her through the bra.

"Ugh, l-let go!" Sakura struggled, unable to move because of his firm grip on her. It was like struggling against rock bindings. He let go, face still so close to hers, and he stared straight into those jade eyes. 'Is that fear?'

"Don't even insult me like that." Then he moved towards his bed, grabbed his shirt and keys and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Sakura stood there frozen. Her knees felt weak as they trembled and, finally giving, she slid to the floor. 'What the hell?' Tears began to well up and her body shook.

4 : Distraction

He sat at the bar, beer in hand. The band sucked, but it didn't matter, he wasn't here for that. The air was thick with smoke, and he added to it with his own cigarette, the gases swirling and then disappearing in the smog. The bartender came up to him just as he took his final gulp of the bitter alcohol.

"Need another?" The man's head was shaved, tattoos of colorful, funky fish decorating the naked skin; piercings all over his ears and a few on his face.

"No." The burly man shrugged and walked away. He was used to the unresponsive attitude of this particular customer.

Sasuke turned around in his chair, facing the clamor of gambling pool players and hookers cooing at the men. One came over to him, her red hair swishing behind her. Thick black glasses hid her equally dark eyes. She bent over, breasts pressed firmly together to form more cleavage.

"Hi, Sasuke. Are you here for some fun?"

"Distraction."

The girl swung one leg over his, sitting on his lap, short skirt riding up her thighs to expose her panties. Her arms snaked around his neck as she brought her face so close, their noses centimeters away from touching. She pushed her pelvis against his yet he remained stoic as he brought up his cigarette and took another drag, blowing the smoke out the side of his mouth.

"I think I can provide that," she whispered as she took his lips, legs coming up around his waist. The raven haired boy trashed the cigarette as his hand came down to grip her ass. She nipped his lip, asking for more. He gave it to her, tongue sliding into her mouth forcefully, picking her up and walking to the back room.

"Don't get her pregnant, Sasuke!" yelled the bartender, sleazy grin on his face.

He didn't respond, opening the door by shoving her against it then locking it behind them. He put her on a table, their lips never parting. He didn't care who she was, he just wanted to fuck. She tasted and smelled like sex and that was just fine by him. Her hands wound through his hair as he pulled up her low cut tank and bra, hands massaging her breast, pinching her nipples. She moaned in his throat, head falling back. He trailed his tongue down her neck, pushing her down on the table. Her fingers tugged at his hair as he bit her nipples, hand traveling down her stomach. The skirt was pushed up over her tummy, his nimble fingers rubbing at her clitoris through her panties. She moaned louder. He pulled the underwear down her thighs; her womanhood was throbbing, as was his manhood. He straightened up, fingers slipping in and out of her vagina, sleek with her creamy juices. He took them out and unzipped his pants, pulling out his pulsing cock. He positioned himself at her entrance, then rammed into her quickly as she screamed. He thrust and thrust, grunting here and there. The red head licked her lips and her cries filled the room, her hair splayed across the table in a wild disarray. His fingers touched her clitoris as he rammed into her again, her walls closed around him and she convulsed, back arching as she wailed one last time, shinny sweat covering her skin. He spilled his seed into her, not really caring. He pulled out of her, put his package away and walked back out of the room, leaving her there to gasp and pant as her fingers came down on herself, fiddling with her hole.

The door slammed shut behind him.

He wasn't satisfied. His usual toy didn't do much for him today. He didn't think about the red head. The only thing that seemed find its way back into his mind once again was the expression his roommate had had. The fear in her jade eyes as his hand groped her breast. Why couldn't she stay out of his mind!? She was just an annoying transfer student after all! He would admit that her figure was desirable, face beautiful. Her temperament was too loud though, she never shut up. 'Get out of my head!' What was it?

Why…?

The shower turned on, the sound of the water seeming loud in the quiet dorm. Sakura stripped her clothes and got in. Sasuke had only left about 15 minutes ago and she had stayed on the floor, crying, until the self-hate crawled into her head. She hated being weak. She hated crying. She hated herself at that moment.

But she was afraid.

She stepped into the shower, the hot water soaking her hair down and sliding over her naked skin. Her hands came up to rub shampoo into the pink locks. 'He was angry.' The cold glare of his onyx eyes flashed in her vision. She shivered despite the heat on her skin. The conditioner was next as she massaged that onto her scalp and through her hair. 'Why the hell is he angry? He groped me!' Pepper spray seemed like hardly enough of a reason to molest her. A crease appeared between her brows as she became more agitated. She shut off the water and got out, wrapping a purple towel around her wet body, drying off with the smaller one. She brushed her hair and dressed into her pajama pants and tank, shutting off the lights then she crawled into the cold bed. The silence rang in her ears as she drifted to sleep, exhaustion overtaking her.

The keys rattled and clanked in the door about half an hour later, but no one heard. The occupant was asleep as her roommate walked in. Sasuke looked over at her bed, trying to find her face. Maybe it had some answers. He watched her turn onto her side, facing him, her lashes a dark smudge against her soft cheeks. She looked angelic, a few strands of silky coral hair over her face. The ebony haired boy walked up to the side of her bed, crouching near her head. His hand came up and lightly brushed away the velvety lock, placing it behind her ear. His fingers lingered there, gently skimming across her cheeks then resting next to her head. He gazed at her shut eyes, confused at the feeling of calmness taking over him. How could he feel so tranquil, just by the sight of her?

"What are you doing to me?" he whispered.

"Take your seats already, class has started." Kakashi-sensei sighed; wishing class would go by faster so he could rush out and buy the new Icha Icha Paradise volume. Oh how he loved the perverted writing of Jiraya, the man was a genius! 'Maybe I should try to sneak away while they do their class work.' Kakashi grinned, though none could see it for he wore a mask over most of his face for reasons unknown.

"Read pages 135-159 in your text books and answer all the review questions. If you do not finish, it will be added to your homework for tonight. Now, get to work!"

The class bowed their heads as they searched through their bags for their History books. Sakura looked over to the boy sitting next to her. Sasuke was bent over, rummaging through his bags as well, his bangs falling over his handsome face. From this angle, Sakura could plainly see his high cheek bones and the sharpness of his features. His eyelashes were long, though they weren't feminine. Somehow, they added to the darkness of his eyes, giving him the menacing look many of her fellow students see. 'Dangerous.' The girl remembered the night before and shivered, looking away just before Sasuke straightened and looked her way. The girl had ceased to plague his every thought. Only a few now… He glanced up, catching his teacher in the act of attempting to sneak out the door.

"Kakashi-sensei, where are you going?"

The sensei froze mid-step and turned, one leg suspended in air, towards a smiling Sai seated in the front row. A bead of sweat slid down his temple to pointed chin, a crooked smile playing behind his mask.

"Oh, no where Sai. I was just going to go and copy some papers before class ended. You guys can take care of yourselves for a few minutes, right?"

"Sensei, you do know that your book goes on sale tomorrow, right?" Ino giggled behind her hands. The rest of the class laughed as well, Sakura smiling at Sai's ever stoic smile, his matter-of-fact tone. Sasuke's face stayed emotionless, as always, though he was chuckling a bit on the inside. Kakashi, on the other hand, stood shocked for a moment, then fell to his knees, palms outstretched, crying,

"Why!? Oh why do you torture me this way Kami-sama!!"

The laughter of the class heightened, and as the bell rang, the sound of shifting bags joined in and the students filed out. Tsunade-sama walked in, staring at the other teacher who was currently lying in fetal position on the ground, quivering every so often.

"Kakashi, what are you doing?"

"Book….Tomorrow….Kami-sama…..Why…?"

The blond-haired woman slowly backed out the door she had just come in from, a bit afraid of the man's mental condition.

The next few weeks went that way. The dorm mates didn't speak, though Sakura watched Sasuke every so often out of the corner of her eye. He, as always, remained a stoic bastard, acting as if nothing at all had happened between them, coming home late every night. She fumed on the inside. 'He won't even apologize!!! UUGGHHH!!' She screamed on the inside. Her Inner Sakura was flaming at the eyes, hair flying in snake like patterns around her head like she was another Medusa. The days became colder, as the leaves turned color and began to fall. The long sleeves were brought out, as were the plaid scarves. One day, out of the blue, Naruto had doodled on his homework. The odd thing was that this doodle was of a cloud. The cloud was plaid. When the teacher asked him, why a plaid cloud, he merely responded, "All clouds should be plaid!" (A/N The credit for that quote goes to my friend! Love you Becca!) Hinata stuttered, Ino flirted, Naruto exclaimed everything loudly and Sasuke just stayed…quiet. He spoke with Naruto, had bets going with him though, according to Ino and Hinata, Sakura hadn't seen the worst of them. These were supposed to be nothing in comparison. She didn't really get how it could get any worse than betting on how much alcohol one can consume without throwing up, then making the loser the winner's slave for the month. Seriously, Sakura would never want to be under Sasuke's orders. The guy was ruthless! So the days passed by, nothing too significant happening.

Until one day, three months after she had come to Konoha and the trees were left mostly bare, she woke up to find Sasuke changing. In the room. Without a shirt...'WHAT THE HELL!?' She didn't move, staying still as she lay under her covers, legs pulled to her chest. Her eyes stayed wide open and she couldn't seem to look away. His back was to her and she noticed a small tattoo on the side of his neck. It looked like a symbol, but she couldn't be sure. He didn't notice her stir. Usually, Sasuke had gotten together and left for school by the time Sakura ever woke up. He was an early riser, she gathered. Her jade orbs flickered to the digital clock on her nightstand. 5:30 AM. It was way before she got up normally. He turned around and her eyes squeezed shut immediately. She couldn't see that he was watching her. Couldn't see or hear him walk quietly over and stand above her, hand reaching out, then quickly pull back as he realized what he was doing. 'The hell?' He quickly walked into the bathroom, turning on the shower and locking the door behind him. He was disgusted with himself. She didn't know any of it.

Her eyes shot open and she sat up, the covers spilling around her waist. As fast as she could, Sakura got to the ground and pulled out her clothing bag from under her bed, fumbling through it and grabbing some jeans, a black bra and a big purple wool sweater that cut off on her shoulders. She changed as quickly as she could, hoping he wouldn't walk out any time soon. The shower was still on, so that was a good sign. The girl grabbed her messenger bag and keys, kicked her clothes under her bed and ran out the front door. She hurried down the hallways and skipped down the steps, then stopped just outside her dorm. A small hand came up to her chest and she breathed out in relief, head falling back as her lids fluttered close. She was oblivious, at that peaceful moment, to the approaching footsteps behind her; which is why she screamed when she felt a hand on her shoulder. It's also why she hit the owner of the hand with her bag as a way to defend herself. Her orbs widened as she saw who she had smacked and she stepped back, head bowed and apologies slipping out a mile a minute.

The dark haired boy rubbed the side of his face, a red welt forming already. His smile was still plastered there, ever present, as Sai greeted Sakura.

"Good morning, Ugly."

He had gotten to calling her that. After a while, she just really didn't care.

"Morning, Sai. I'm really really sorry!!" She faced him full on and smiled wearily.

"It's alright." He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, sticking one in his mouth and lighting it. "You're not usually up so early, Ugly. Where are you going?"

"Nowhere in particular. I just woke up and couldn't get back to sleep, so I came out." The lighting outside was a bit dim, it being so early and all. The grass shined with the fresh dew, the pale sunlight falling on it from beyond the horizon. It was cold and a shiver ran lightly through the teen. Her short hair was still a mess as the boy in front of her looked her up and down. He took another drag of the cigarette, letting the smoke seep out rather than be blown.

"You know, you're not all that ugly, Ugly." His eyes crinkled a bit as they closed. He was smiling for real, but only a bit. She gave a short laugh, voice like a bell to him.

"Thanks Sai. You know, you should really just call me Sakura."

"Hmmm…" He pretended to think about it, though he'd already made up his mind. "Alright, Sakura-chan." 'He's acting strange.'

"Sai, are you not a morning person?"

"I am, why do you ask?" He took another smoke.

"Oh, no reason really. You just seem different from usual."

"I've just been getting better at talking to other people is all." She laughed again.

"Yeah, you have! Way to go, Sai!" she cheered, a wide smile on her face. He liked it. He knew he did. 'What is this? She wasn't so interesting before.'

"Sakura-chan."

"Yeah?"

"Since you have nothing to do at the moment, would you like to go into town with me for a bit."

"Um, maybe. I don't know. How long does it take to get to town?"

"Only a few minutes," he replied, "and classes don't start until 7:30."

Just then, the doors to the boy's dorm opened, revealing a very tall, very lean Sasuke Uchiha, dressed in faded jeans and a thick jacket with feathered hood over his thin, black, and long-sleeved shirt. The feathering was grey, while the jacket itself was varying shades of blue-grey and dark grey. Sai smiled at him.

"Besides, Sasuke can come with us."

Said male stopped walking and came over to them, glancing at Sakura before he looked pointedly at Sai, clearly annoyed.

"Oh, he doesn't have to Sai! Sasuke probably has stuff to do anyway." The guy became confused.

"But he goes to town every morning. Why not today as well?" He turned to the Uchiha, who was as silent as ever. Sai breathed out more smoke, it danced around him. He let the butt fall to the ground as he crushed it with the heel of his shoe. The annoyance in Sasuke's eyes flickered and then fell blank.

"Whatever." He turned and started walking away as Sai followed, motioning for Sakura as well. Reluctantly, she went after them. 'This can't be good.'

The drive there was short and Sakura sat in the front seat of Sasuke's car, much to Sai's insistence. His hand was on one shoulder of her seat while his head was on the other. When he spoke to her, he would bring his mouth closer to her ear and whisper, sending a shiver down her spine. This made her very uncomfortable, as she didn't enjoy the close quarters with him. Sasuke just kept on looking ahead at the road, seemingly unaffected by Sai's flirting. The car swerved around a corner and stopped, perfectly parallel parked. 'I should have figured he'd be a perfect driver…' The driver took out his keys and stepped out. Just before he closed the door, he gave Sai a pointed look. 'Get out of my car. Now.'

Sakura caught on before the pleasant teen and just as she was about to step out, her head began to spin and her vision swam about her, the ground towards her. A strong arm was around her waist in an instant as she tottered over to one side; her hands were against a warm, muscular chest. Blushing furiously, she shoved off and looked away from Sasuke. He didn't even ask if she was okay, just walked towards the local coffee shop, Jazzve Coffee. Sai walked after him and for, probably, the third time that day, Sakura followed.

The doors opened to a quaint shop with book shelves made of mahogany wood and a little bar with overhanging pots and pans. The lighting was a bit dim, giving the effect of friendliness and warmth. Sakura stared, wide eyed, at the shop. She'd been out to town before, but never there. Sai glanced behind him, eyes widening a little at the brightest of visions. Her lips had curved up at the ends in an ever charming way, her eyes seeming to sparkle in excitement. Her hair made be a pink halo around her head, wispy about her. Sai felt a tightening in his pants. 'How strange.' He paused until he was next to her, his hand brushing hers. She looked up at him, startled, then turned away and rushed over to where Sasuke was seated, impatient. He smirked and followed her, taking the chair by her side oh so casually. 'This is fun.'

The waitress walked up to them and smiled pleasantly, specifically towards Sasuke. Meanwhile, he was slowly taking off his jacket, earning him the attention of most of the women in his proximity as they stared at his well toned upper half. Well, except for Sakura, who was busy trying to avoid looking at the boy sitting next to her.

"What can I get you this morning?" The waitress chirped up. Sai looked up at her.

"Coffee for me, please. Black."

"Same." Sasuke didn't even give her a glance. The girl nodded emphatically and then reluctantly turned to Sakura; the smile immediately replaced by a scowl as jealously seems to have that effect on women. The roseate haired teen didn't smile at all, simply stared back defiantly.

"Jasmine tea, please."

The dark girl nodded and scurried away to attend to their orders. Sai grinned again at Sakura.

"You handled yourself wonderfully, Sakura-chan."

"Sai, you should know I'm not weak by now." The boy chuckled, amused, if it was at all possible for him to be so in the first place.

"I stand corrected, eh Sasuke?"

"Hn." The spiky haired male was looking at the books next to him, scanning the titles.

Suddenly, Sakura's hand came up, clutching her chest. Her breathing quickened and she could feel her heart beat rapidly, the image of Sasuke sitting in front of her blotched into blackness as she felt arms around her, then nothing.

"Sakura!"

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Hahah! Cliffy! Okay, I know that was mean of me, but I just couldn't help it! xD Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and please RxR!!! I'm sorry it took so long to write, I kind of forgot about it for a bit. Also, I will be posting another new story up soon. The name is Some Wrongs, so please read! Here's a sneak peak if you're interested.

Sneak Peak!

It was raining the night I met him, lying against the brick wall in a dark alley. He had cuts all over, blue and purple bruises blooming on his pale skin. His head was slung loosely forward as if he were asleep. He wasn't. I had just been walking by, going home from work that day. I had homework left to do, but I couldn't help it. I stopped and stared, people rushing by in the late hour, the city lights of Tokyo were multicolored and bright, cars rushed by, and yet none of this seemed to touch him as he sat there. So, cautiously, I walked over to take a look and knelt down beside him, shielding him from the rain with my umbrella. His breathing was shallow and his eyes were closed. Dark hair clung to his face from the wetness and there was a cut on his lip, a small trickle of blood running down to his chin. Slowly, very slowly, my hand came up to wipe away that blood. His skin was so soft under the pad of my thumb, but maybe it was just the water. Maybe, but what about the coldness of it? That couldn't just be the rain. My hand froze. s