Hey there kids. Sorry for being completely dead forever. I just got this silly idea and it turned into an even sillier story. But um, anyway… I will get working on that story I have up. Hopefully.

And haha one-shot about a clichéd pairing I know I know don't kill me.

Blah, blah, blah, I don't own anything and I'm so tired right now I don't care to think of anything extraordinarily witty or funny concerning copyrights or disclaimers.

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Sakura has changed. From insecure, gullible, and easily swayed by boys with hair resembling common barnyard fowl posterior, to confident, determined, and immune to everything except men with hair resembling common barnyard fowl posterior.

Ok. She hasn't changed entirely.

But her rosy pink hair is in a short bob-cut, and she doesn't give a flying fuck about whether or not -certain- people like it better when it's longer. Her body has now taken on an hourglass shape, in sharp contrast to her box-like figure in her preteen years. Puberty was kind to her, but the skin-tight shirt and alarmingly short shorts are even kinder. Wide grassy-green eyes are lined with thick lashes, made thicker by a little bit of mascara. Full pale pink lips sometimes part in a smile to reveal pearly white teeth in a straight row. Porcelain skin marred only by a few scars, albeit most of them are on her back. Occupational hazard, I'm afraid.

Ready to have a good time, she struts into a night club that is practically defying gravity by bouncing with the beat of the music that has absolutely no decipherable tune. Ninjas and civilians alike gyrating on the floor, the slim kunoichi cuts straight to the bar, lingering only a bit to talk to a few friends. She walks up to the bartender and smiles sweetly. The man receiving the attention of the cherry blossom leaning precariously low on the bar turns eagerly towards her.

"Can I get you something miss?" he said. Sakura bit back a grimace. Sounded like he wanted to give her more than a drink.

"Just a sake sweetie." she said nonchalantly. "Just put it on the bar, I'll be back for it in a second..." she winked before turning away. As soon as her back was to the bartender she gagged silently and walked over to Ino.

The enthusiastic blonde was currently taking up residence in Nara Shikamaru's lap, who probably would've been asleep at the moment if not for the blaring music. Plus Ino was a little tipsy, and he was holding her and concentrating on not doing anything else to her. No matter how dark and shadowy the club was, it was still a public place.

"Hey Ino, I forgot to ask you... Is he here?" Sakura asked, leaning towards the blonde. Ino tipped her head back and hicced. Even through her apparent lack of sobriety, Ino knew who the 'he' Sakura spoke of was.

"I 'unno..." she grinned, throwing an arm around Shikamaru's neck with another hic.

"Shikamaru...?" Sakura asked.

"No..." the genius grumbled. Of course not- he was too busy with keeping Ino conscious to see 'him'. With a thank you that was lost over the music, Sakura sauntered back to get her drink. She smirked a little to herself. Good. No chicken-ass man will interrupt her night.

Hold that thought. Just before she reached the bar, she spotted aforementioned man leaning against the bar looking boredly in another direction. Narrowing her eyes, Sakura huffed and realized her drink was behind his back on the bar. Dammit. No avoiding him now. When in doubt, be a bitch. She whipped the smug smile off her face as she started moving again.

"Sasuke." she greeted him shortly as she walked up to him.

"Sakura." the coldness in his voice didn't match Sakura's clipped tone for once.

"Haven't changed a bit, have we, pompous ass?" she said in a silky and dangerous voice.

"Weakling." he spat.

"Fag." she snorted, raising her eyebrow in a 'you-can-do-better-than-that' way.

"Brat." he said, a muscle in his jaw twitching when he clenched his teeth. Sakura smiled- she hit a nerve. But to tell you the truth, it killed her to say these things so harshly. And she knew it bothered him to reply in kind.

Foregoing a retort, she decided to throw him off completely. Taking a step towards the Uchiha, she straddled his right leg and slowly leaned toward him. His dark eyes flashed with interest, and he returned the playful smirk that she gave him. One hand on his chest, the other went to the back of his neck as she leaned closer and closer to him, arching her back to press her chest seductively against his. Her lips harrowingly close to his, she gazed at him with half-lidded eyes. The Uchiha was a second away from closing the gap between their lips, and she knew it...

"You're in my way." she said abruptly, pulling back with her drink in the hand she had put on the back of his neck. Slipping like water out of Sasuke's grasp- his hands had come to rest lightly on her hips before- she flashed him a smile that could be deciphered as arrogantly cocky.

The Sharingan-user regained his composure in a flash, but the pink-haired woman didn't miss the look of undeniable disappointment that temporarily overwhelmed his handsome features.

"Seeya later. Sasuke." she whispered. In spite of the music, he heard her perfectly. Sakura walked away, and couldn't stop herself from adding an extra sway to hips because she knew he was watching her. Swearing quietly under his breathe, the Uchiha growled impatiently and took a sip of his drink, his mysterious eyes following her every step. She'll pay.

He decided to bide his time.

Sakura laughed to herself. Perhaps Sasuke was going soft. It'd been an hour since she had thoroughly owned his ass, and he still hadn't moved from his brooding position at the bar. What she didn't know was that he was following her every movement with his eyes. She decided to go dance, and slipped into the mob of people that was the dance floor. Sasuke stood up languidly after locating her in the crowd. A smirk played across his lips. She'll get it now.

Cutting through the dancers like a hot knife through butter, the Uchiha was nearly on top of Sakura before she noticed him. And as soon as she did, he wished she didn't. Without missing a beat she started to grind against him. Hard.

Instantly he forgot what he was going to say, do, and minor details about himself, such as his name. He also forgot where he lived and how to breathe. But hey, that's not important. As long as Sakura keeps doing... Whatever she's doing. He almost groaned when she stopped, and when she turned around and those mischievous green eyes met his, all those unimportant details came rushing back to him. He realized how to breathe and most important, who he was. Abruptly he spun on his heel and stalked out of the club, agitated beyond belief because he was more than a little turned on completely by a woman that called him a fag less than two hours ago. He retreated to a back alley by the club, the cool night air helping little in calming him down. He ran a hand through his hair, a sigh hissing from between his teeth. Never had he been so unraveled. Shutting his eyes tightly, he kept thinking that the next time he saw the rosy-haired kunoichi he would take her then and there.

He leaned against the wall and got his head a little clearer. Though not clear enough, because when he saw Sakura leaving the club, he darted onto the roof tops and sped off.

Sakura grinned all the way to her apartment. She had completely beaten Sasuke at his own game. Yawning quietly, she walked into her apartment complex and climbed the stairs two steps at a time. Digging around her bag for her keys as she approached her door, she looked up just in time to see a shadowy figure standing in front of it. Whipping out a kunai, she shoved the figure up against her door with the knife poised dangerously close to their neck.

"You carry kunai in your purse?" the monotone voice said with a snort. Sakura rolled her eyes but didn't change their position.

"You're in my way." she said to him in a flat voice for the second time that night.

"I'll always be gladly in your way." he smirked, one arm wrapping around her waist and the other hand moving the kunai away from his neck before capturing her lips with his.

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Tadaaa. Good night.