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Sakura lay in bed long after her alarm had gone off, wondering about the day before. If memory served properly, she had single-handedly disrupted everything that was the Konoha lifestyle. The normally obnoxious Kankurou was now a gentleman who opened doors and was considerate of others; the serious, fate-obsessed Neji now felt that his entire fate rested in a bowl of ramen; the insect-loving Shino now shrieked at the sight of bugs; the 'fearless' Kiba now shrieked at the sight of his own shadow; affectionately dubbed 'Ero-sennin' Jiraiya was a model citizen who helped little old ladies to their cars; the food-loving Chouji was now concerned with the size of his girth; the lazy, annoying Shikamaru was now a fully active, fully alive citizen of Konoha; Lee was no longer madly in love with Sakura; ramen-obsessed Naruto was now carb-conscious.

(If that was a dream, it was the best dream we ever had! Inner-Sakura announced. Don't forget about that last wish, though!)

Oh yeah.... the tenth wish. I wished that Sasuke-kun would fall in love with me...

But, as we all know, that was virtually impossible, as Sasuke is the human icicle of the twenty-first century.

Sakura sighed sadly and pushed the covers back. Might as well get up and see the damage of the wishes that did come true...

Knock-knock-knock. "Sakura-chan!"

Sakura sat up. She knew that voice. She had that voice memorized. She could pick that voice out in a crowded room full of Narutos. But since when did Sasuke call her 'Sakura-
chan'?

Knock-knock-knock. "Sakura-chan!"

Sakura was in shock. So shocked, in fact, that she could not get up to open the door. Sasuke, the Uchiha Sasuke, the Sasuke she had been in love with since she was six years old, the Sasuke who forever treated her like a baby, the Sasuke who seemed hell-bent on the fact that he did not 'date,' was now in her house, at her door, calling her 'Sakura-
chan.'

(SUCK ON THAT, INO-PIG!)

Finally getting a hold of herself, Sakura ran to her door and opened it.

Sasuke grinned ear-to-ear. "Goooooooood morning, Sakura-chan!" he cried in a sing-song voice.

"...Um... Good morning, Sasuke-kun..."

Sasuke grinned brightly, stepping in and setting a tray on Sakura's desk. "I made you breakfast, Sakura-chan! There's pancakes, sausage, scrambled eggs, buttered toast, orange juice, milk and a chocolate chip cookie for desert!"

Sakura's eyes nearly popped out of her head as she looked down at the tray; not only was it a lot of food, but it was also perfectly served and prepared; the pancakes were a perfect, golden brown color, the toast wasn't burnt, the scrambled eggs weren't too moist and weren't too dry, the sausage smelled delicious; it looked like a professional chef had served it. And it was all topped off with a small, pink flower in a little glass vase in the corner of the tray.

"I picked out your clothes for today, too!" Sasuke said in that same, perky voice, pulling out the chair of her desk for her and whipping out a cloth napkin out of his pocket, settling it in her lap. "I think you'll look extra cute in it! Ok, well, eat up! I'll bring the outfit up when you're done!" And Uchiha Sasuke skipped merrily out of the room.

Sakura's jaw dropped. She was officially freaked out now. Sasuke, the Sasuke she had always dreamed about, had just skipped out of her room. Skipped. Skipped like a love-sick school-girl.

Her eyes widened. "Oh god... Sasuke-kun is in love with me!"

Sakura spent about five minutes in La-La land, then suddenly paused.

"But... Now that he is, what am I supposed to do?"

"Sakura-chan! Here's your outfit!" Sasuke chirped, bouncing into the room again. "It's going to look so cute!"

Sakura starred at the clothes in his hand. "Sasuke-kun, I've never seen those before in my life... are you sure they're mine?"

"They are now!" he gushed, throwing the outfit towards her with a huge grin.

She caught them and looked at them; there was a white tank top, a light pink mini-skirt and a woven shawl (like those kinds girls are wearing now? Yeah). He had even gone so far as to pick out jewelry, which included a white ribbon for her hair and a thin, pink satin choker ribbon with a rhinestone pendant hanging from it for around her neck. Her jaw dropped. (Who knew Sasuke-kun had a sense of fashion?!)

(Later)

"Come on, Sakura-chan, let's go in there! I'll buy you a present!" Sasuke pointed to a clothes' shop in the strip-mall (a separate mall from the one they went the other day).

Sakura starred. "Another one?" She warily eyeballed the fifty jillion bags and boxes of clothes and random things he thought she would someday need that were laden on his arms; there was even a box balanced on his head. "That's ok, Sasuke-kun, you don't have to–"

"Yes, I do!" Sasuke said, looking determined... Lee-style. "You are just that special, Sakura-chan!"

"Sasuke-kun, where are you getting this money?" Sakura asked confusedly as he bought her yet another outfit.

"Money?" Sasuke raised an eyebrow, then grinned. "Oh, it all goes on Itachi's tab! Hee hee..."

The bridge of Sakura's nose went blue.

"Hey, look, there's the sand siblings!" Sasuke pointed when they were out of the store.

Sakura turned and looked; sure enough, Temari, Gaara and Kankurou were about to enter a store on the strip mall. However, before Temari could reach for the door, Kankurou suddenly opened it and said, "Ladies first!" and stepped back so she could go in. "Enjoy yourself!"

Gaara raised the eyebrow he didn't have at him.

"Little brothers first! Enjoy yourself!" Kankurou grinned at Gaara, who shrugged and went into the store as a crown of people suddenly came to the door behind him. Kankurou turned and grinned at them, as well. "Hello! Welcome! Enjoy yourself!... Hello! Welcome! Enjoy yourself! ...Hello! Welcome! Enjoy yourself! ...Hello! Welcome! Enjoy yourself!"

And so on.

"What's with him?" Sasuke asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Um... I have no clue," she quickly lied. (That's disturbing! Inner-Sakura shouted at Kankurou) She suddenly whipped around and pointed at another store. "Oh, look! What's that? Oh my god, it's something I want!"

The lie worked like a charm.

"Really??? Where???" Sasuke whirled around at once, all thoughts of the sand siblings forgotten.

Sakura sighed. It was going to be a long day.

(Meanwhile)

"Hello! Welcome! Enjoy yourself!... Hello! Welcome! Enjoy yourself! ...Hello! Welcome! Enjoy yourself! ...Hello! Welcome! Enjoy yourself! ...Hello! Welcome! Enjoy yourself!... Hello! Welcome! Enjoy yourself! ...Hello! Welcome! Enjoy yourself! ...Hello! Welcome! Enjoy yourself!"

Sorry that was so short! I'm totally preoccupied by Crimson Love (and if you like that story, you should be happy about that)

Review anyway, ne?