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Yep, I'm terribly sorry for the ridiculously long time to update this story, I know you're probably thinking that I will never update this story, and yet, here it is! God, half a year…

Enjoy!

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Chapter 8: Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!

Shit! Shit!

How could they be in this situation? Sakura and Sasuke both ran to a cornered wall, just to find it was blocked by a huge wall.

After kill—slaughtering a set of given name, they were splitting into two teams. Naruto with Kakashi while Sasuke with Sakura.

Unfortunately, the great and mighty Uchiha didn't know the geography of the town they were working in.

Sakura didn't want to kill anyone beside the targeted ones, so they were ending up by running everywhere seen.

If only the damnable mission didn't happen…

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Five hours before

"A party?" she breathed incredulously. "I've never went to a party in a mission before! What kind of mission is this?"

She had liked party, of course. But after her body had begun to develop and men had started hitting on her, she liked the party less. She now could understand Sasuke's feelings. Being chased and worshipped was not cool. At all. It was tiring and annoying. Then, she decided to cease everything that had to do with her fangirling attitude to Sasuke.

Nor Sasuke and Naruto. As the legendary team seven, they always had been crowded with ingratiating people. It was sickening. Sure, the food was great. But then Sakura had always made them the better ones. So it wasn't so important.

"Sadly, it's a must. You have to manage to flirt with this guy." Kakashi showed them a photo of a middle-aged guy. "And avoiding the other… suitors in the process."

"Must it be me…?" Sakura groaned.

"Well, I have two invitations here. So two of you can go. Well, since you're the only girl here, you must go, Sakura. But if Naruto wants to use Oiroke no jutsu…" The visible eye of Kakashi turned to Naruto.

"No, I absolutely refuse that advice, sensei!" cried Naruto. "I'd rather die than flirt a guy to have him grope me or touch me or shag me…"

"Shut up, Naruto!" yelled Sakura. "Don't give the illusion that a faceless randy guy is about to shag me. Alright, I'll do it then, if I must. But… is there any possibility that he swings for the other team…? Sasuke's the type of all girls and all of homosexual men…" She trailed off when she saw that veins popping out from the Uchiha heir.

He had every right to be angry. And paranoid. A guy had used genjutsu to fake himself into Sai, and had made a move on him.

He had been ripped off to pieces.

But still, it hadn't exactly been a good experience in his life.

Kakashi chuckled, "Nope, we've checked."

"Damn." Sakura muttered, while Sasuke let out a sigh of relief.

"Sakura, you're going to need a company. Either Sasuke or Naruto would protect you from the other suitors so you won't get busy rejecting them. You're way too soft at them."

Sakura laughed. "It's tiring, but useful sometimes. It's not that I want them to chase me… But I save so many if I smile at them. Example: I don't even have to waste money if I go shopping as I should…"

She tailed off at her team mates expression. "Yeah, I know it's very evil of me. But then, I hadn't expected them to. It's just a benefit I've discovered later on."

"Is that why you can make me ramen everyday, Sakura-chan?" asked Naruto.

"Yup. Do you think I will empty my own purse just for you? Yes, maybe. But not for your ramen-crazed stomach. But then it's the only way to make you go away from the unhealthy instant ramen. Please, eat something different sometimes. I'll make you one," said Sakura.

"Alright, Sakura-chan… But… just once a week, alright? No, make that a month." Sakura shook her head in exasperation.

"People say that eating the same food everyday would make them sick of it. Apparently, this figure of speech is not anywhere close to Naruto's state."

On the other hand, Sasuke was fuming. Sakura makes the dobe ramen everyday? So that's why she's always home later than I, to cook a cup of ramen for that dobe!

"Let's go." Sasuke muttered, pulling her hand.

"What?" Sakura was flustered.

"I'll accompany you."

Kakashi's eyes widened ever-so-slightly, and then a knowing look twinkled in his visible eye.

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Sakura felt uncomfortable.

The ballroom, no, the men (and some women) at the ballroom was making her uncomfortable. She had known that this inky vermillion dress was too… sluttish, the slits on either sides of her gown were way too exposing her thighs, the low neckline of the gown made the cleavage of hers visible. She also changed her hair colour into brown with Henge no Jutsu, while Sasuke painted his auburn.

She got to admit, he looked downright sexy.

Yet, the dark aura emitted from the particular sexy man was also making her uncomfortable.

Everytime she was asked to dance by some lads, he pretty much showed his distaste with the furrow of his brows.

And a lad was fool enough to ask: "Who are you, her boyfriend? Or… her girlfriend?"

Before Sasuke sent him to deepest hell, Sakura cut him off.

"No, he's not."

Sasuke's lips tightened.

"Is he your father, so he can tell you what and what not to do?"

"No."

Sasuke's fists clenched.

"So…"

Before the annoying lad could say more, Sakura answered fluently.

"He's my brother."

"Huh? You two are nothing alike."

Sakura laughed. "No… not at all. But it was no wonder. His father was quite a playboy, so when his mother carried him in her uterus, his father scored my mother."

"…"

"And we're getting along quite good together now, even though it didn't turn out like that when we learn it. And… he's quite… sister complex, you know. So… no one without his permission can ask me to dance. And… I think it's quite agreeable to that. He has such an amazing character judge. Aren't you, bro?"

"Hn." Sasuke glared at the guy, causing him to stalk off with a huff.

Sasuke lifted an eyebrow. "Siblings, eh? It was good. But it seemed rather rehearsed."

"Oh, it did. I used that reason all the time when I was with Naruto."

"'With'? What it 'with' means?"

"Oh, no. Not like that at all." Sakura realized what he took from her sentence. "Before you came back, we had missions such as this, and that's what I told the guys. Just so you know…"

She was cut off by another dance request. This caused his expression to darken.

Sasuke's lips were tightened with annoyance that was close to rage, his brows furrowed tightly that it made one fine line. Fists were clenched at his side.

She knew he never like parties, but why did he accompany her?

Maybe… just maybe… a little tiny bitty possibilities… that he love—acknowledges her?

That thought alone makes Sakura's heart sporting an unhealthy rate of pulse.

Don't get your hopes too much, girl… You'll be disappointed again…

Yeah, that was right. She loved him still, but didn't hope for him anymore. She also didn't ask him to go out with her that frequently anymore. Perhaps twice or three times a month.

And all of those had been answered either by a firm 'no' or a scowl.

"All right, all right. I've got the message. Remove that scowl. It's ugly."

Always like that. Every. Single. Bloody. Time.

She wanted to not love him again. To not want him again. To assure herself that she didn't need him for the reason to exist. To prove herself.

And yet, she found herself in love—over and over again—everytime she saw a glimpse of him. Everytime she memorized his (hellishly sexy) voice in her head.

She didn't need as much as a glimpse of him to fall in love with him again, damned him.

She was embarrassed to admit that the main reason and motivation of her regular training and the memorizing of all the books in the library had been him. And only him. Ever since she had had a crush on him, she had thrived to be the best of herself.

She wasn't a fool to hope that he would someday stopped dead in his track, turn around and look at her. Offering his hand at her.

But she couldn't help but try.

"Ne, Sasuke-kun! Would you marry me someday?"

A grunt.

"Sasuke-kuun…"

"…when you grow older and more beautiful, then. And smarter," he added in afterthought.

And then she had been learning like crazy. For him.

But he hadn't even notice.

"You're weak. Frankly, Naruto is above you."

And then she had been practising with such vigour.

For him.

All of her efforts seemed useless to get his heart, though. But… she didn't regret any of it.

She didn't want to love him anymore, and yet she couldn't help but did.

Her attention jerked back to the present when the man in the mission files came into view.

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It had been the pervert old man's fault, really.

And partly, also hers.

If only she hadn't use the verbal flirting to flirt that man! Honestly, when he had heard them, they thought they were having sex.

And when he had slammed the door, they had been just talking (very heatedly and sensually, but he should have known that Sakura would never let herself have sex with a total stranger before. But God, the pervert had looked at her as if he wanted to devour her. Literally.).

And it had turned out they just had a verbal stimuli first.

In panic, Sakura had just broken his neck quickly. Unfortunately, not quickly enough for him not to click the button of the alarm.

"I feel… hot. I… want to feel your lips caressing mine… or anywhere you want to…"

…

Sakura had been unbelievably good at that. He wondered if she would be willing to train with him in her art of seduction…

…

No! NOT THAT!

But still, he had had no idea at all that she had such a dirty, dirty mouth. God, her voice was husky and sexy.

Kami-sama, he would have a rough and restless night.

Even in his haze of mind, he could know that the soldiers ran after them were in quite a number. Sure, he could hurt them all, or kill them all, but Sakura wouldn't want that. That soft heart of hers had grown even softer ever since her medical training. Such an irony. A girl with a monstrous strength and a hobby of making Naruto her punching bag couldn't see strangers get hurt.

He turned right and ran, until he saw that they were stuck in an alley.

Darn it all.

The walls were too high to be quickly climbed. If they climbed now, most likely they would be killed when they were climbing.

His thought bubble was pierced when he saw Sakura stripped herself until she was clad in nothing but her white underwear quickly, throwing the gown onto the ground, and then changing her clothing with a common villager one. She also released her Henge no jutsu, making her hair back to pink.

Wow. Sexy robes.

And then she stripped Sasuke off his suit hastily. She opened some of the buttons of his shirt, and moved fast to askew his tie.

"Release the Henge!" she hissed sharply. "They're coming!"

Sasuke immediately changed himself back on his usual appearance. His hair was bluish black once more.

To his surprise, as the guards came, she grabbed his scalp, and kissed him.

On the lips.

"Quick! Hug me!" Sakura hissed, commanding through the communication device. "Just play along!"

Sasuke was more than happy to oblige. He encircled one of his arms to her waist, and resting the other on her shoulder. She moaned onto his mouth, making him automatically moving the hand from her shoulder to her jaw, tipping her head into the angle that he wanted.

"Kyousuke…" she mumbled.

"Try to take off my shirt, or anything! Say someone's name!"

"Minami…" he responded automatically.

The kiss was good. No. It was aphrodisiac. Both of them were sure feeling this good was illegal. It was better than any drugs…

But then, was this how they plan their first kiss to be?

No.

Was this the time they imagined their first kiss to be?

No.

Did they want to be watched by a dozen of people when sharing their first kiss?

Ew, no.

Did they mind, though?

HELL NO!

Fuck how people think. Fuck the fact they it wasn't according to the plan. Fuck the fact that it happened before Itachi was killed. Fuck the fact that they were being watched by dozens of guards. Fuck it all.

This was perfect.

Nothing could ever, ever ruin the memory of how perfect this is.

"—Yuck! That sight just outdid my appetite—"

"—Ew, can't they get a room?—"

"—wasting time… supposed to capture those killers…—"

They left, and Sakura withdrew from the kiss slowly. Both of them stared each other in the eyes, and couldn't help thinking.

Such a sexy creature couldn't possibly exist… But here there is… Damn it…

You know, when you missed someone, and then picturing that person inside of your head, and then you think: "Nay, nobody could be that beautiful…"

Yet they were just beautiful. There were perfect in each other's eyes.

Their lips were swollen, their breath turned into little pants, their appearance dishevelled.

"Phew… that was close…" she sighed once she was out of her moment euphoria, and then looked at him. "Sorry… at that time… I couldn't see any other way."

He scowled. Partly acting, and partly annoyed. He always thought that he would be the one to initiate their first kiss.

And their first kiss was merely urgency.

She frowned, and then stated: "At least this is NOT your first kiss. I am the one who lost my first kiss tonight."

"Says who? How do you know this is not my first kiss?" Sasuke shot back. He didn't remember kissing any girl but her. Sure, he had done a lot of sex. But kissing was never involved.

"I saw your first. It was with Naruto."

"YOU! When I already forget about that, you just have to remind me, haven't you?"

"Your face looked so scary in the dark. It was 'let's-pick-up-a-fight' look."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are too."

She tugged his shirt, leading him away from the alley.

"Put your sharingan into a use. I can't see a damn thing here."

"…Tell me."

"What?"

"Who the hell is this Kyousuke?"

"Huh… him? Uh…" Her cheeks turned red. His body tensed with a sudden alarm. "Oh, well. You get to swear not to tell anybody about this."

He's her secret lover! I knew it! I'll kill that bastard!

"It's the name of my future son, you know. If I'll have any."

"Oh…"

Well, guess I don't have to kill anyone, then.

When Kakashi and Naruto met them, they acted like nothing out of ordinary happened. But unknown to them, the dark blush on their cheeks told them that something must have happened.

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Aww… they kissed… FINALLY!

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