A/N: Okay, so this is my first fic, hope you like it It is NOT based on the movie "A walk to remember". It's a very cute movie, I admit, but it's also very sad and I, to put it simply, suck at tragedies.

Also, this IS rated M for a good reason. If you're trying to keep your eyes virgin until marriage, click on the "back" button in the left corner of your screen, you're not in the right place to fulfill that wish.

The pairing is SasukexSakura, obviously, since it's mostly about their journey back to the village, and it's my favourite pairing.

Last but not least, I don't own Naruto. If I did, do you really think I'd be writing fanfics about it instead of making the story the way I want it?

A Walk to Remember

Sakura entered the changing room of the thermal bath station she had stopped at. Actually, making a stop there was mainly for her to find a toilet, something she hadn't seen in what felt like ages. However, when she saw the showers, just next to the toilets, she couldn't resist hopping in one, just to know how it feels to be clean again.

She turned the handle to make the water fall and sighed at the delicious feeling of the hot water in her hair. It dripped down her back and in her face, over her eyes closed in delight. She felt all the dirt of the past few days flowing away on her skin.

She had been sent by Tsunade to find and collect herbs that could help the village fight and cure some kind of mortal disease they just found out about. When she heard her order, Sakura had thought about two or three days of calm and relaxation, just enough far from the village so that Naruto couldn't come and annoy her with his ramen.

But, guess what, she had been wrong. The two or three days of calm and relaxation were actually three weeks of hell, since those herbs were, not only extremely rare, but also searched for by (apparently) all the other countries. She had had to hide in the dirt, fight ninja of other villages, dig the ground to find seeds of the goddamned plant and finally find the plant somewhere far, way too far from the village.

Where she was located at the moment was a little village that was at least at two weeks away from Konoha. The only good point of this misson, in Sakura's opinion, was that she didn't have Naruto or Sai to say stupid things about even stupider things. And of course, she never had to wait for Kakashi to do anything. Honestly, it would have probably been worse if those guys had come along.

But, oh, how she was happy to have finished her mission. She could finally go home, and on top of that, she would go home clean. She reached behind her back to take her bottle of shampoo. Yes, even though she wasn't certain to find a shower somewhere on the way, she had acted like a girl while packing and had taken her strawberry scented shampoo.

She started humming a song while massaging her scalp. Strangely, she didn't sense, let alone hear, someone enter the shower. The person, who was a very, very manly man, hadn't sensed her either, since he was way too tired to do so. He entered the shower, eyes half closed, covered in dirt and blood, almost dead of exhaustion, not noticing that the shower was already occupied.

Uchiha Sasuke had yet to clean his brother's blood away from his body. His encounter with his beloved older sibling had cost him his companions, three quarters of his chakra, his brother's life and his purple belt he had learned to appreciate, even if it was from his snake pedophile of an ex-teacher.

Finally, he had killed Itachi. And on the way, he had also exterminated his brother's fishy companion, Shark Man, or whatever his name was. Killing the two of them had been pretty easy, considering they had killed his team just before. They were so exhausted that he only had to use his Sharingan on them, and then plunge his katana through their bodies fourteen times each, making sure they wouldn't come back like the cockroaches they were.

After burying the corpses, he had stumbled to the first village that crossed his path and went straight to the showers, not even aware of his other surroundings. Nothing could have stopped him from taking his long awaited shower, not even someone in the cabin before him.

Which there was.

However, he didn't go as far as noticing it. His mind was focused on turning the handle and washing away all the blood his brother and Shark Man had left on him. He felt dirty – which he actually was – and stained for life – which he might be too.

His energy was practically worn out and he could barely stand. He would have gone for a bath, but his legs didn't feel like walking more. He plopped down on a bench and proceeded on stripping himself of his clothes. Even if his black pants seemed stainless, his (not so) white shirt (anymore) showed huge spots of dried blood. Oh goodie! He'd have to clean all of that before putting them back on, which meant washing them in the shower with himself.

What a wondrous perspective.

Without further ado, he hopped in the cabin and under the flowing water. Oooh, it felt so good! His usually spiky hair flattened on his head, his bangs covering his eyes. Only after relaxing a bit, he heard a soft – and slightly out of key – humming from behind him.

Judging useless to use the remaining of his chakra just to sense the stranger's, he simply turned around and looked. Unfortunately, after seeing what – or rather who – was behind him, it was all he could do.

Look.

Stare.

Drool.

God no!

Definitely not drooling.

And yet…

No. He did not drool. Uchihas don't drool. But fix intently, they do. His mind finally pushing the "on" button of his brain, he was at last able to register the image in front of him. An image rather familiar, although he had never had (the chance) to see it before. Never ever had he seen this pink-haired girl naked, in a shower, washing her hair.

And oh, how he regretted that.

Yet, he could still not remember who that could be. Her hair color rang a bell in the "memory" part of his brain. Yes! She was part of his past. Wait, it was coming. Konohagakure, when he became a Genin, his team mates, a loud and idiotic blond boy and… Damn, who was it? He was sure she was someone important… Flirty, annoying, motherly… Sakura! Haruno Sakura!

Yes!

Oh damn…

"Tell me I'm dreaming…" he begged his brain.

So he had fallen on the only team mate of his who would never use violence on him. Or so he thought.

Sakura had finished washing her long pink hair. While running her fingers through it, she thought to herself to remember to cut them when she was finally home. Still humming she finally activated her chakra-sensing mode and felt around herself. No one in front, no one on the left, no one on the right, no one below or above her, no one be-

Wait a minute! Yep, someone behind! Someone tall, familiar and highly… masculine…

Masculine?

Oooooh, no! Not good!

Swirling around, she intended to slap the guy and give him one of her darkest glares.

"Sakura."

She didn't.

It was far worse.

A/N: Yay! First chapter done! Took me… looks at her watch two hours and forty-seven minutes. Wow I'm good! Okay, not perverted yet. BUT! It'll come… eventually…Oh well, I'm gonna start off with the second chapter right away!

Ja!

Queen of Pascalities