Disclaimer: Nope. Nada. If I did, Neji would be MINE.

Note: This is totally random, and since no one really knows what's going on inside Sasuke's head and we know next to nothing about his past with Sakura, this will seem OOC. Other than that, bring a toothbrush for sweetness and contact your nearest mental institution since I'm very happy with this and it has no plot whatsoever.

Guilty Pleasure

or

Sasuke's Hair Fetish

Kyuubi Tenshi

It was something that I was never, under any condition going to tell her. Not if Tsunade herself were going to torture me. Not in a million years. I, too, was happy to be on the same team as Sakura. It gave me a chance to further my guilty pleasure. Not many people know I have one.

Okay… no one knows I have one… all the better. This one was guilty for a reason. It's a small, insignificant, totally stupid, totally random… totally insane little thing.

I love to play with Sakura's hair.

Like I said, insane. When it got started, I have no idea. It was before Itachi left, which I'm sure of. Before academy… oh, I remember now. It was when we were really little; I think maybe five or so…

/Flashback/

"Ne, what's your name?"

Startled green eyes shot up to look at a young boy from beneath pink bangs. The girl was cute, though not beautiful, and the boy was handsome, though not overly so. She smiled shyly.

"Sakura. Haruno Sakura. You?"

"Uchiha Sasuke. Why are you all alone, huh? Shouldn't you be with the other girls, arranging flowers or playing ninja or something?" he queried, sitting beside her. She blushed and looked away.

"No one likes to play with me. I'm the kind of girl no-one notices."

He felt sorry for her, but something caught his eye. There was a small piece of greenery, a vibrant purple mixed in, tangled in her hair. It seemed the most natural thing, what he did next; he reached over and worked it out. At first, she gasped in surprise, and attempted to pull away, but he showed her the bloom, and she settled again, him smiling at her congenially. "Here. I think you should keep it."

It was a surprise to them both when he sweetly tucked it behind her ear. She stared at him for a bit, mouth slightly agape, and he smiled sweetly, though a little sadly, again.

"Let's just say you're not the only one people don't like." They sat there that way for a while, just looking at each other quietly, enjoying one another's company. It was nice for both of them, having someone that was actually kind to them. Though, suddenly, it seemed that Sasuke went a little red. "Ne… your hair is really soft… can I… play with it a little more?"

/End Flashback/

She'd let me, after overcoming the worst blush I've ever seen her sport. It was… ahem… one of my more favored memories, though I didn't often recall things from before that man betrayed me. I'd stroked her hair for quite a while, played with it and braided it and enjoyed the feeling. That was probably when she fell for me, that day, though I wasn't sure; it was logical, but girls never seem logical. Whatever it was, I had never gotten over it. Practice battles, I would tug her hair teasingly. When the others were asleep and I had a sudden case of insomnia, I would secretly play with it. When, on the few missions we'd taken when she got injured, I would take care of her simply so I could have the pleasure of running my fingers through those silky tresses. It wasn't that I liked long hair specifically, as evidently the rumor had been, but… I liked her hair. That was all I could think of; that it was her hair that I liked; not necessarily that it was long or short, but that it was… hers.

Sigh. I hate guilty pleasures.

Especially when the guilty pleasure is her.