No denying it

"What have we learned today, Sakura?" "That you are very good at biology."

Why the hell had she been showed this dreadful path? Why had she been the one to receive the punishment, she, who was completely innocent? Why was never the bad guys the ones who took the consequences?

But of course, it was not the time to complain, she had something to focus on. She had to clean her brain shiny clean from anything that might disturb her. She had to remember every little thing she had read the latest week. But fortunately she had Uchiha-sensei, her favorite teacher, who happened to give a bit to obvious hints sometimes.

So, now when she stood by the teachers office she felt her heartbeat go down drastically as she let her knuckles tap against the white door. A light mumble was heard before the door opened and a black haired woman opened the door.

"Ah, Sakura-chan! You're going to do the test now, and have your extra hour, right?" Mikoto-sensei smiled.

"Yes, I am," Sakura said, smiling back. Extra hours, after school or during free periods, was a system solely existent at Tokyo High School For the Gifted. If a student had ever been absent a whole day, or more, they had to take extra classes after school, even if they had been gone due to sickness. This was to show the school's superiority to the other high's, as well as discourage faked or unnecessary absence.

"Well, actually, I have to go to a conference at the city hall…" her teacher sounded almost ashamed of herself.

"Oh…Um…" the pink haired student really didn't know what to say, she didn't mind having the test another day, but she still wanted it over with.

"But it's ok! I asked Itachi to be with you, so don't worry!" Mikoto hurriedly exclaimed, pulling her bag over her shoulder.

"Who?" Sakura asked, how the hell would a weasel help her, or keep her under surveillance for that matter? Maybe all the science had finally taken it's toll on her mentor?

The forty years old woman who didn't look a day over twenty-five blinked a few times as she stopped the search for her car keys. "Oh yes, you haven't met my son, Itachi! I asked him to stand in for me today to 'guard' you, even if I find that hardly necessary. Oh, come on grumpy, don't be shy, Sakura-chan doesn't bite!" after a few enthusiastic (almost too enthusiastic) waves with her hand a tall man appeared behind her.

Sakura's heart, which she thought had calmed down by now, suddenly went into high production, while the mucous membrane in her mouth seemed to be on walkout. Her eyelids widened considerately and if she hadn't tensed like she did her chin would be laying on the floor. In front of her stood the most beautiful being she had ever seen.

Long lashes covered ruby eyes when he blinked, touching his cheeks slightly. High, pale cheekbones and a far too soft looking mouth together with a straight nose and thin eyebrows would have made his face look like that of a female if he had not possessed a strong jaw and an apathetic expression. With his total length he was over a head taller than his mother, and even more when compared to herself. He, just like his mother, looked like he was younger than his actual age, if he was around the twenty bar.

She really thought that he should have been listed pretty high in the list of The World's Sexiest Men.

All of a sudden she understood why Sasuke seemed to have the older brother's complex.

"Go to room 503 here on the second floor. Both of you know where it is, no?" Mikoto asked as she pulled out a rather thick booklet of her bag and handed it to Itachi.

He nodded obediently and accepted the papers.

"And make sure you return the spare keys to me before you go home to yourself, as well as locking up the front entrance, when you do so the alarm will activate and you won't be able to get in again, the ground keeper will check everything later, so don't worry, ok?" with a nervous look over her shoulder she saw his nod, and smiled.

"Well, I have to hurry now, good luck on the test, Sakura-chan!" she said and started walking down the corridor towards the stairs.

An awkward silence filled the air in between the two left behind. They both waited for the clicking sound of high heels to fade away and the echoing of the door snapping shut. Sakura, who was rather social felt as if a muffler had been thrust down her throat.

Without a word he started walking, everything he did was to give her a slight look.

Hurrying after his long strides, trying hard to keep up with his long strides with her far shorter legs. She gripped the pencil and rubber in her hand hard, daring to raise her gaze from the floor. It was an action she regretted when she saw his long back and neck, with broad shoulders and muscles visible under the thin shirt he wore. Her head felt light and her saliva became strangely thick all of a sudden, strange, because it had not been there just a moment ago.

She obediently walked three steps behind him, as if she was his servant. Her head bent down again, she felt the need to say something, but decided against it when she couldn't find anything to utter that wouldn't make her sound all to desperate for some sort of contact.

Physical contact is preferred… Inner Sakura snickered, starting to ramble a list of reasons her statement was true before her outer personality could protest. He is a man any male would go gay for. He is a man every girl wants--

I get it already, so shut up! But no, that was not what I meant! It had been a long time since she had a conversation with the far more perverted and impulsive person inside her head. And that is the exact reason why she didn't acknowledge the fact that her new custodian had already stopped and was glancing impassively at her.

"Haruno-san, where are you going?" with a twitch Sakura stopped, and turned, her mouth agape. She probably looked like a dead fish, but that could be allowed when you hear a voice that would be able to melt chocolate, literally. Even when she turned fully she couldn't find her voice.

"Ah…um…eh…I… I was repeating the building of the nervous system… Sorry…" she lowered her head to hide her blushing cheeks, afraid that he would be able to read what she really was thinking of on them if she didn't. She scurried past him inside the grand classroom. The leveled benches looked like they were towering over her, like they always did. She hated these kind of classrooms, they were…frightening.

Itachi moved to the teacher's desk and set down the business bag he had been holding. "Take a seat and I will give you the test," he demanded and started flipping though the papers his mother had given him.

Even if she knew nothing about this man she guessed he was some kind of authority, maybe in the police force--Sasuke had told her his family was very successful within the military, because this man was impossible too even think of saying no to. She could only hope he wasn't going to ask her to jump out the window, or to go drown herself in the hand basin.

She sat down closest to the middle aisle. Students were not allowed to sit by the window, as to not be disturbed nor achieve outside help. Same thing with the seats closest to the wall against the corridor. Yes, this high is a very strict place.

With a nervous sigh she watched the Uchiha walk against her, holding the papers plainly visibly to her. To her eyes his strides seemed very long and fast, and the sound of the papers being placed lightly before her sounded like big bang. Yes, this high has etched this feeling into its students.

"Good luck, Haruno-san." simple. Subtle. Ordinary. And so utterly encouraging.

Sakura had no idea getting such a daily phrase so many takes for granted could make her feel so confident about her own knowledge. No teacher ever said something like that, just quietly handing out the tests, only telling everyone the consequences of cheating.

Without being able to stop it a smile curled on her lips, and a red tint appeared on her face. With renewed belief in herself she turned the bunch of papers and started scribbling down the answers.

'Describe the build of a neuron.'

She could only imagine how Naruto would be panicking over this first question. If there was something he was absolutely, horribly bad at it was to remember the names on parts of something. He could barely remember where the triceps and biceps were placed (in that test he wrote that it was the muscles in respective eye lid).

Naruto was her own little teddy bear. She took care of him in return of him taking care of her. Whenever she was in trouble he came to her rescue, no matter the risk, or his understanding in the matter. Even if he could become a little too (over)protective, especially whenever she was talking to a man he had not approved of. If she was ever caught doing so both that particular male and she herself would get a juicy lecture about 'the safety of HIS Sakura-chan'. Truly annoying.

'Describe the nervous system in bilateral animals.'

She almost had to giggle at the thought of Sasuke wrinkling his nose. He abhorred insects, not allowing him to be good friends with the bug loving Shino. If you want to side with the black haired man you would have to squish any arthropod that cross your path, no matter how harmless the little creatures seems to be. He had explained it as a family trait, but he had not got it from his mother, she is after all a biology teacher, so he must have gotten it from his father.

With a slight glance through her lashes she peeked at Itachi, and wondered if he was frowning in panic whenever there was a fly in the room.

No, there was no possible way this man would be afraid of something so silly.

'Explain the details of how reflexes work.'

Before she had the chance to put her pen on the paper again she felt a sudden tingle in her nose. Oh, please, no!

But the catastrophe was a fact, and one sudden inhale later Sakura sneezed, loudly. The only thing she did to stop the sound was to raise her arm and put her elbow in front of her mouth. But it didn't dim the sound the slightest, it just hindered spit to fly all over the desk. The few fateful seconds after the horrible involuntary action she first tried to make herself believe that she wasn't guilty of such a thing, but quickly realized that she indeed was, and then looked up.

Her heart made a flippedy-flop jump and started running on high gear, because a pair of blazing red eyes were staring intently at her. Itachi had raised his head from the paperwork before him, and watched her curiously, as if there was some special reason to her sneezing. She expected him to say something, but he just sat quietly gluing his vision to her. That half minute that went by when they were just urging the other (or at least Sakura was) to say something, was half a minute Sakura was sure was the reddest in her life. She could only think of the clashing with her hair.

Finally, she gained the strength to open her mouth. "S-Sorry…" she mumbled and shifted uncomfortably on the chair as she directed her attention to the test once again. What she didn't notice was flaming ruby amusedly watching her squirming.

'What areas of the body is especially sensitive to touch?'

Oh no, just as her cheeks had calmed themselves down there just had to be an embarrassing question! Her face was once again on fire and her pen was to slow for her liking.

The sex is sensitive…

Hey, do you know how we can find out just how sensitive they are?! Inner Sakura suddenly piped up, raising her eyebrows 'sneakily'.

I don't want to know!

Oh yes you do! Just call that overly sexy man over here and when he's close enough pull his tie and kiss him silly, and then he won't be able to stop! the internal personality illustrated with poorly drawn pictures, and pouted with her mouth.

He's not even wearing a tie! Sakura peeked at the man sitting by the teacher's desk, just to prove the fact to her darker self.

No need to be to picky!

With a feeling of satisfaction she once again started scribbling, and turned a page, only to realize she was already at the last question.

'Describe how the visual perception and the equilibrium co-operate to give one a sense of balance, and how they repel each other at times.'

This was easy. Sakura always had a talent to explain how things were connected, and to see how these connections could be both to advantage and disadvantage. Her goal was to become a doctor, and her sitting headmaster was currently also boss at the Tokyo Medical University, and had high authority across the world as one of the most skilled medics who has ever walked on this earth, and having a recommendation written by her not only ensured a job, but was also a great honor.

Tsunade-sensei was an amazing woman, looked like twenty-five, but that is actually only half her age, and had been nominated to the Nobel Prize in Medicine or Physiology trice, winning it once. But she was still a human, proved by her regular drinking habits and irresponsible nature. She rather spent her days with her head on the desk with closed eyelids, or with a bottle in hand, than to go rounds in the hospital or to sign paperwork.

Finally she could set the last dot at the end of the last sentence on her test. She didn't bother checking the four pages of answers, she was sure she was right, and if she did start flipping, she would just start hesitating. So after a few seconds of calm breaths she put the papers in order and raised her gaze.

And once more her heart made a painful bolt, and she quietly discussed to herself if she should be cursing or if singing hallelujah fitted the situation better.

By the desk Itachi was sitting, chin resting on his hand, blinking lazily as he watched her. It was as if he hadn't moved from that position since he had reacted to her sneeze. He went under the impression of a statue of a Greek god, pale skin, muscled body and perfect features.

"Um… I'm done, Uchiha-san…" she said lowly, smiling hesitantly.

He nodded, and got up, taking more papers with him. His controlled movement as he moved towards her were looking as if they were carefully thought out before they were made. Obediently she held the test up as he closed in, and automatically reached for the papers he was about to give her. Her gestures must've looked funny, because his mouth curved into a smirk.

"Eager for biology?" at his comment she raised an eyebrow and read the title on the booklet she was given. Immediately her skin from her neck and up to the roots of her hair became a tomato.

Sexual Knowledge-Teenagers & Sex

"I had no idea we were going to work with this!" Sakura exclaimed embarrassedly, frowning unpleasantly when his smirk widened.

"Of course not," Itachi said, his amusement blatantly obvious.

"I was going to say you're much nicer than the teachers, but I guess I was wrong," she grumbled, continuing to read the rest of the sheet.

"I am sorry for giving you the wrong impression," she gripped the pen harder at his laughing voice. She had to hold hear breath and count to ten to keep herself from lashing out at him.

"Asshole…" she whispered inaudibly when he was by the teacher's desk again.

'What is partialism?'

Oh no. A word she had never heard before. And the only way to find out without her biology book is…too ask the teacher.

Her breath caught in her lungs, and her arms tensed. Her entire body became hot and she tried hard to swallow. Why? Why was she cursed with these kind of embarrassing situations?

"Um…Uchiha-san," she called to get his attention. He raised his gaze to her, "what is partialism?"

He stared at her for a few seconds, as if he had a hard time registering her question. "What do you find especially attractive about men?" he asked bluntly, not at all embarrassed or troubled.

"What?" Sakura cocked her head and stared strangely at him. Either he was teasing, flirting or actually trying to say something, but her faith in the last example was little.

"What do you find the most attractive when you look at a male body?" he clarified, or so he was supposed to be doing.

"Exactly why are you asking me that?" she asked suspiciously, narrowing her eyes.

"Just answer," he demanded.

With a deeper frown and an displeased grunt she did, "depends on the person, but the eyes normally."

"That is a partialism," he said, smirking when she tilted her head even more, "when you are sexually aroused by a particular part of the body. It's a fetish."

Sakura barely registered her jaw dropping, but a gasp flew in her lungs and her eyes widened. What the hell is with this man?! "Did you just say I have a fetish?!" she cried, "I doubt finding eyes attractive is outside the norm!"

"Of course not, all humans who are not castrated have partialism," he declared, and blinked, purposely letting his long lashes fall extra deep.

"Then what is yours?" at her sudden question (that was forced by Inner Sakura before the outer could stop her) he raised an eyebrow. "Uh…Sorry, I shouldn't--

"Eyes and lips," Itachi confessed confidently, lowering his eyelids as he continued to stare at her.

She blinked at him, shocked over the revelation, "oh…" After not finding anything other to say she returned to solving the questions on the paper. Only now she realized her heart was beating both faster and harder than usual, not like it had done so many times during this past hour, the sound really echoed in her head.

'Explain the listed sexualities, a) Homosexuality, b) bisexuality…'

Those two she knew exactly what they were, she had friends being both (or at least she suspected it), but there were many other sexualities, and she didn't know how to explain them, or what exactly they were. It was for these situations she needed her biology book, but to get it she had to walk past the teachers desk, and she had to have permission.

Biting her lip hesitantly she took a breath, "Uchiha-san, can I go get my biology book?" She asked as nicely and cutely as she could muster, which wasn't very much.

"I am afraid not," he said, still having his concentration on whatever document laying in front of him.

"Why not? I'm not doing the test anymore," she frowned, giving him a glare.

"Kaa-san told me especially to not let you outside this door until the hours are up," he said and raised his face, setting his pen down, "what is it that you need your book for?"

She narrowed her eyes at him, resisting the childish urge to stick out her tongue at him, "I'm supposed to describe different sexualities, and I can't do it properly without my book."

With a sigh, he stood up, "then I'll help you."

"What? Wait, no! I can do it on my own!" she protested, putting up her hands in a non-existing try to stop him.

He smirked as he set a hand on the desk, next to hers. "If you can do it by yourself you wouldn't need a book," he smirked triumphantly when she couldn't talk back without a good argument. That particular expression must be genetic, four Uchiha's had had it on their face so far.

Frowning and standing up to move a chair, she shuddered when the seat was much colder than her previous one. She could almost see his satisfaction when he sat down and felt the heat spread through his ass and body, and it pissed her off. "I've explained homo-, hetero- and bisexuality, it's the rest I don't know," she said, slightly disturbed by his closeness.

"Pansexuality is when a person is gender-blind. It does not matter what ever sex the other person may be, but they do not want to identify themselves as bisexuals, as bisexual only fall in love with men and women, not a third gender," he rambled as if he was reading it out of a book, and Sakura couldn't help but to gawk at him.

"Write it down," Itachi said, "so we can go on, you won't leave until you have finished this booklet."

"O-ok," she said and hurried to put every word he said on the paper.

"Asexuality is when you do not feel the need for sexual intercourse or desire," he said and very suspiciously leaned closer to his temporary student, careful not to let her notice his movements.

"Auto sexuality is when you are not interested in sex with another person, but you use toys and other means to masturbate," for some reason his voice seemed closer, but Sakura didn't dare to look up.

"Polysexuality is similar to pansexuality, but as pan means all, poly means many, they are different. Polysexuals are capable to fall in love with many genders, not necessarily all," he sounded so sure, but all this talk about several genders only confused her.

"Does homosexuality occur among animals?" she asked, even if she knew the answer.

"It does," Itachi said.

"Is it possible to have an orgasm by just kissing?" the words flowed out of her mouth before she could stop them.

"You want to find out?" now she could feel his breath against her ear, and she snapped her head to stare at him, and she had to stop herself from gasping. He was only inches away, and he was smirking. Smirking Uchiha's never meant anything good. Not once in her life had it been benefiting for anyone else than themselves. And she didn't even want to imagine exactly why his face was getting even closer.

Her heart started racing, and she felt his breath on her lips, and panicked. Frantically looking around to find a way out of this mess she found nothing, and in pure desperation her hands flew up and pushed against his shoulders, but she didn't know he would be so…robust, and let out a scream when she fell backwards.

With a dull crash she landed on the ground, mewling as she arched her back when she felt sharp pain in her tailbone. "Ow…" she complained and opened her eyelids, glaring up at her teacher's son. "What the hell was that for?!" she yelled at him, struggling to get up in a sitting position. She glared accusingly at him as she tried to get control over her body. It was only when she had succeeded in getting her legs beneath herself she noticed his red, fixated stare on her lower half, and was terrified when she saw her skirt. It was revealing more skin than any other man had ever seen.

She was sure her entire body must look like a tomato, because she was becoming hot all over. She stood up hurriedly, pulling her skirt down in the process, and placed her feet far apart to look intimidating, failing so miserably she might as well have been a white bunny. "Why the hell did you try to kiss me?!" she pointed at him, hearing her inner persona crying out in despair and complaining about why they didn't take the chance and kiss that beautiful man.

Quietly he bent down and picked up the chair that had been thrown down with her. "Didn't I tell you? I fancy lips, and I find yours irresistible. And surely you wouldn't deny my wish to see if they feel as good as they look?" his voice was husky, as if he had just recovered from running a marathon. She caught her legs going weak when he talked, and she actually had to grip the table to keep herself steady.

She was gaping like a fish out of water, and she probably looked like one too, breathing heavier than necessary. She couldn't find an answer, even if it should be obvious, she couldn't bring herself to reject him, for some absurd reason. She noticed him take a step forward, and she should be screaming at him to not get closer, but her voice didn't obey her.

"U-Uchiha-san--

At her weak attempt to speak he grabbed her wrist, pulling her against him. "I don't listen to that name, Haruno-san," he smirked, towering above her, as if she was a kid.

She glared at him and trembled when his arm came up to wrap around her waist. The fact that she couldn't fight him off scared her, more than the assumption about not succeeding even if she tried.

"If you say my name I might listen to your request, Haruno-san," he whispered against her ear, and Sakura was sure he could feel her shivering. It felt good to have him so close, and his fanning breath had her head go dizzy and all reasonable thoughts fly out the window.

"S-say my name," her lips trembled as she forced them to form the shape she wanted them to, "Itachi."

She could feel his smirk against her temple, and she knew she shouldn't have asked for that, but the temptation was far to strong for her to resist. She wouldn't be able to sleep tonight if she didn't get to know how her name sounded coming from his throat.

"Is that your only request, Sakura?"

Oh screw it, she wouldn't be able to sleep now anyway!

She wondered how the hell it was possible for a voice to make her feel so good. She let her eyes roll to the back of her head and couldn't stop the breathy moan escaping her lungs. She didn't know if it was her own heart or his that skipped a beat, but the next thing she knew for certain was that she had her back pressed against the desk, and her arms were pinned to the white painted wood.

Her green gaze stared up at shining rubies. He looked strained, and as he let his fingers comb through her long bangs he breathed out, frowning. "If you don't want me to do something to you, do not make that kind of sound," he leaned down towards her, his dark hair touching her face.

His digits stroke her cheek, slowly drawing a line to her collar bones. Her inhales intensified, and she barely found the time to exhale, causing her to become lightheaded, and her self-control slipped and she arched her neck, uttering a throaty moan. She felt him stiffening against her, and with a frustrated groan he grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"Didn't I tell you to not do that?" he asked her, closer to her than ever before.

"Stop sending me opposite messages! It's hard not to when you keep on touching me!" she squealed angrily, challenging him with her glare.

"I don't hear you protesting," he said, tightening his grip on her.

"Then why do keep on saying 'if you don't want to'?!" she asked him harshly, and it took a few moments of calming down before she realized exactly what she said.

Her eyes widened when she felt something warm on her pair of lips, and realized it was his. His orbs were hidden by half behind his lids, and an almost relaxed twinkle shone in them. Her other hand was released when he dug his fingers into her hair as he massaged his lips against hers. Not finding any good reason to fight his ministrations she closed her eyes and let her get swept deep down in the dark ocean of pleasure he was offering her.

Seeing her co-operation, Itachi angled his head to deepen the kiss. At his actions Sakura was powerless to stop him, or her own reactions. Her satisfied sighs got deeper by the minute, and after not too long she was moaning. At the pleasured noises her black haired counterpart smirked, and parted his lips to tap at hers.

Immediately knowing what he wanted (thanks to uncountable descriptions from Ino), she granted him entrance to her mouth, opening slightly to let him in. She felt the tip search the ceiling of her mouth, and stroke along her teeth, sending shivers down her spine. Soon he swirled his tongue around hers, urging her to play with him.

Uncertainly she let her muscle get lead by his. He gently tapped the tip against hers, nicely being still while she tried to master the movement of swirling her tongue against his. She mewled miserably when he withdrew to his own cavern, and she nervously searched the line of his lips and teeth. Suddenly she felt as if he was going away from her and automatically she threw her arms around his neck and kept him to her, lifting herself up to deepen the kiss and she fought desperately to get him to dance with her once again.

Without warning he came at her fiercely, turning his little tutorial into a game for domination. At his sudden change of mode she moaned, submissively giving up after a short fight. His hand left its nest in her hair and trailed down her body, towards her thigh. His calloused fingers stroke her fair skin, gliding her skirt up.

That's where Sakura made her first action of resistance since she pushed him away the first time. She broke the kiss, and grabbed his wrist lightly, her hands shaking with her heavy breaths.

"Don't."

Itachi blinked, staring at her glazy eyes that were darkened by pleasure. Slowly, unwillingly, he removed his hand from her hip, and set it by her waist instead. His apathetic expression was back, and the only hint to their previous activities except his body position was his slightly parted lips covered in saliva.

Worried at his sudden change Sakura bit her lip. "I…I don't want to do that…" she confessed meekly, avoiding his gaze.

"Of course," he said and raised his body off hers, stretching his back slightly. He backed a step and offered her a hand, pulling her up into a sitting position. She was still breathing heavily and her chest heaved up and down. Grumpily she wondered why she was the only one visibly affected?

With a smirk he reached up and let his fingers comb through a tussled lock of her hair, letting the tip of them graze her skin, purposely making her shiver. "Go and pack your things up, I'll give you a ride home," he said, walking around the table and towards the desk.

She stared dazedly at his back, seeing the shirt was more ruffled than when she first walked behind him on the way to this classroom. "H-How was it?" she asked suddenly, making him look up from his arranging of the papers on the desk. He raised a brow.

"You said you wanted to test if my lips felt as good as they looked. Did they?" she blushed deeply, but she might as well ask, it wasn't as if she would see him again after this.

He smirked, letting his tongue slide over the opening between his lips. "They did," he confessed, satisfied like a cat that had just finished a large serving of milk.

"Good for you, tomcat" she said the last part so low she didn't think he could hear it, so imagine her surprise when she heard chuckling behind her.

"Seems I got a feisty kitten on my tail," Itachi said, smirking satisfyingly.

With a humph she jumped down from the table and took her things, along with the biology booklet. She chewed on the inside of her cheek in aggravation, lowering her head as she headed against the door. She grabbed the handle to slide it up, and was confused when it didn't move. It took her a few seconds to realize that it had been locked, and she resisted the urge to turn around and throw a tantrum. Instead she gripped the lock hand a bit to hard and twisted it a bit to violently. When she slid the door to the side she controlled her movements to resemble those of a noble lady, twirling around and bowing slightly, covering her face with such a forced smile it actually hurt to have it.

"Thank you for the lesson, Uchiha-san," she said stiffly, starting to walk down the corridor with hard steps. Little did it take to tick her off.

By the time she neared her locker she had calmed down, and breathed deeply as she put on her jacket. Outside it was getting colder and colder for every day passing, nearing October, and winter along with it. She never was good with cold, after being out five minutes without a sweater on in minus one degree Celsius she would be as blue as a blueberry.

Sighing, throwing her bag over her shoulder she walked against the exit, and raised her eyebrows when she saw Itachi. He stood by the entrance, patiently waiting for her. Only then she remembered that the next time the door closed the alarm would turn itself on. It would have been rather embarrassing if she had locked him in (or if she had been) so she was silently grateful for his thoughtfulness.

"After you, hime-sama," he said teasingly and opened the door. He didn't move as much as he could have, forcing her to graze him as she made her way outside. With as long strides she could handle without looking all silly she started to make her way against the main gate. She was rather frustrated when he caught up to her without any problem at all, reminding her of their difference in height.

Sighing at the cruel reality (she really wished for a few more centimeters) she turned to the left, heading towards her house.

"Sakura," she stopped dead, feeling goose bumps rising on her arms at his tone. She looked at him over her shoulder, blinking in surprise. He was walking the other way, against a black car that looked very expensive. He raised a brow at her looking so discretely demanding on her she wondered what would happen in she declined.

She should say no. After what he had done so far he might as well take her to a love hotel instead of her home. But supposedly driving to her house in ten minutes in a warm car sure sounded more inviting than a forty minute walk and standing on a crowded subway train. Her finger twitched in protest when she sighed in defeat. She really couldn't fight her fear for cold (or him, for that matter).

She walked against him, muttering something about her heat-addicted genes and thin layer of fat. Itachi had to restrain himself from chuckling at her grumpy style, with the muffler covering half her face, making it look like her head was directly attached to her shoulders. The task to not break out in as much of a fit of laughter that normal Uchiha men could became harder by her stiff and bouncy way of walk. The relatively short white skirt she was wearing as the standard winter uniform revealed her legs to the cold, and he could see how they slowly turned purple and blue.

"Hurry up and unlock!" she said impatiently after trying the handle once. The shoulder bag was resting comfortably against her hips, that was shaking with her tapping foot. "Or do you want me to freeze to death?"

"I would not have any further use for you if I did that," he said lowly, and wasn't surprised when she didn't hear. After all, she was chattering her teeth and was shuddering uncontrollably as her clothed fingers was waiting to throw the door of his Mercedes open. He couldn't stop the far to sinful thoughts that played across his consciousness when he thought about how to make her warm. He pulled up the keys from his pocket and pressed the electric unlocking button. As soon as the dim click sounded the door on the passengers seat flew up and the aggravated pinkette quickly took a seat on the seat.

Sakura put her bag on her lap as she closed the door, trying to entomb herself in the leather seat. She marveled at the luxurious interior, not daring to touch anything that looked shinier than a penny, and that was practically the entire car. If she did she was sure something terrible would happen, and Itachi would be glaring at her for 'hurting' his precious car. All men care about their cars, no matter how out of character it may seem.

With a sigh she put on the belt, and just as she was about to clip it the door on the drivers side opened and the dark haired wonder (not baum, man) took his position behind the steering wheel. He put the key in and turned it, and she was surprised that the motor was so quiet when it started. She sank down into the seat that was slowly heating as they drove off, and she felt sleepy satisfaction wash over her.

"Where do you live?" not letting his question disturb her internal peace, she mumbled her address in a blurry mumble, but he seemed to catch it, since he didn't ask again. Her eyelids felt extremely heavy as she became more and more relaxed in the warm atmosphere, slowly sliding off into a comfortable slumber. She cursed Naruto for giving her the cold that had knocked her out for three days straight, silently starting to snooze as they stopped, teasing a rare smile on her driver's lips.

Word count: 6458

Hello everyone (: I'm back with a new fan fiction, this time an alternative universe ItaSaku! I always wanted to write an AU, and now finally I have begun! I hope that all of you will enjoy it like you enjoyed my previous installments, and those to come.

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Love, Angel.