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{and I will love you}

UNCONDITIONALLY

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Ino is drunk.

And when I say drunk, I do not mean drunk as a skunk.

I mean drunker than a hunk next to a punk sitting on the trunk of some poor decapitated tree.

And I was the one that was going to have to drag her back to her house and position her face in front of her toilet. Again.

Ugh.

Sometimes I could really kill that girl.

DAMMIT TEMARI, WHY DID YOUR STUPID LITTLE BROTHER HAVE TO RAT YOU OUT?

Originally, me and Ino were supposed to go to our friend Temari's party and dig up dirt about her brothers, but one of the little bastards snitched on her and her parents shut down the whole operation.

So Ino dragged me to some older boy's party instead. Apparently, the host was a friend of Temari's and agreed to hold the party at his house.

Wait.

Come to think of it, where did Ino go?

DO NOT TELL ME I LOST THE DRUNK GIRL IN A SEA OF DRUNKER PEOPLE. There was no possible way I would be able to find Ino in this mass of teenagers! Shit, and this house was huge, it no doubt belonged to some high up mafia hit man.

Okay, calm down, Sakura. You just need to get to some place quieter and think about where Ino could be.

Let's hope she's not off in some dark bedroom baring her tits to the mafia party host.

INO.

I'LL KILL HER IF SHES DOING THAT.

"You look a little distressed." Said a voice from behind me. I turned around, seeing an older guy with dark hair pulled back in a ponytail and the prettiest face I had ever seen on a man.

Well hello-o-o.

"Hello to you too," He smirked "my names Itachi, I threw the party."

MIND READER.

"Oh." I said, dumbly. HE IS SO BEAUTIFUL. "Sakura is me. I mean, I'm Sakura."

"Are you looking for someone?"

Awesome, the beautiful man-creature is going to help me find Ino. "Yeah, actually. I came here with my slutty friend, Ino, and she got really stupid drunk and now I can't find her, but I need to before she pukes all over your beautiful face-I MEAN HOUSE."

Smooth.

SILENCE, HE CAN READ MINDS.

Itachi, thankfully, just smirked at me and asked what Ino looked like.

"Um, blond, slutty, probably naked at this point…"

"I think I know where she is."

"Really?" Oh my gosh, the beautiful creature is beckoning me to follow him! He knows where Ino is!

Itachi led me away from the party, through the kitchen and down a very badly lit hallway. Two staircases and an elevator ride (what the fuck? Who has an elevator in a three story house?) later, we stopped in front of a mahogany door.

Itachi gave me an almost predatory smirk. "Ladies first."

I eyed him warily. "Are you sure my friend is in here?"

"I saw her walk in here with a boy a couple minutes ago."

What a terrible host, just up and leaving his party like that. Whatever, as long as Ino is in there it doesn't really matter how she was found.

"Okay, whatever." I walked in there. Itachi walked in behind me.

And then he shut the door to a room that only had two occupants.

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yeah we danced on tabletops

{and we took too many shots}

think we kissed but I forgot

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Sasuke was very unhappy.

And by very, he meant disastrously unhappy.

His stupid brother had thrown a stupid party, so after a difficult dinner with Sakura and his teammates and a long day of practice he can't even go to sleep.

And as if that wasn't enough to piss off the youngest Uchiha, the second he walked in the door some stupid drunk chick had through herself on him and did not seem to plan on releasing him anytime soon.

"You are just sooooo pretty to look at, you know that?" Said drunk girl announced, with a hiccup that most men would find endearing.

Too bad Sasuke was not most men.

(coughboycough)

"If you do not remove yourself from my arm, I will kill you." He warned.

The drunk girl just giggled, as the idea of Sasuke literally bashing her head in was hilarious.

That was it. He was going to give Itachi a piece of his mind.

Sasuke could not locate his brother anywhere in the living room, meaning he was probably up in his bedroom taking advantage of some poor plastered girl.

Well, none of that would be happening if Sasuke had anything to say about this. He was going to get to Itachi and make him kick everyone out.

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{there's a SPARK in you}

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"HOW DARE YOU TRY AND FORCE YOURSELF ON SAKURA THE MERCILESS?" I screamed at Itachi, the conniving bastard, as he lounged on the bed.

For now we shall disregard the fact that he had made no move to touch me, even went to the other side of the room, since he locked me in here.

What kind of weirdo does that kind of stuff?

Itachi did not even spare me a glance.

"Hm."

"Hm? HM? IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY? YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF! I HAVE MAFIA CONNECTIONS, YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR ACT OF DISRESPECT AGAINST YOUR LEADER!"

Now, Itachi did look up. He gave me a look that clearly read 'what the fuck are you on?'

"What?"

"YOU HEARD ME!"

HE WILL LEARN TO NOT TREAT US LIKE A PAWN.

HOW DARE HE. HOW DARE HE HOW DARE HE HOW DARE HE.

The knock on the door broke me out of my rampage.

"Itachi? Itachi you asshole, are you in there?"

That sounded like…

No.

It couldn't be.

Come to think of it, Itachi did kind of bare a resemblance to him.

But…but…

The door was kicked open. It flew right off the hinges and almost took my head off on its flight across the room.

"Sasuke?"

"Sakura?"

"What are you doing here?" We asked at the same time. EWWW. I said the same thing as Sasuke the Jerkface said.

Itachi, back in his corner was creepiness, was chortling quietly.

"I live here." Sasuke ground out. "With that asshole." He nudged his chin towards Itachi.

Itachi grin-smirked.

That is singularly the most terrifying thing I have ever seen.

"The asshole that just tried to molest me?" I asked.

"What?"

"I did no such thing." Itachi denied.

"Then why did you lock me into a dark bedroom with you!"

Itachi rolled his eyes, as if that was the stupidest question anyone had ever asked him. "To see my dearest little brother's reaction to finding his crush in a dark bedroom with me.

"I DO NOT HAVE A CRUSH ON THIS HEINOUS CREATURE!"

"I'D RATHER SWALLOW A WHOLE CACTUS THAN HAVE SASUKE HAVE A CRUSH ON ME!"

Sasuke sent a glare my way. "That can be arranged, Haruno."

I did my best impression of his irritating smirk. "I'd like to see you try something, Uchiha."

His glare intensified. "Fuck you, Sakura."

"I could do things to you that you'd have nightmares about afterwards!"

"Please, you do that every day just by showing up to practice."

"YOU WANNA GO, BITCHFACE?"

"Che. You aren't worth it."

"Scared, Potter?"

"Okay," apparently Itachi had heard enough. "You two need to take your sexual frustration out of my bedroom. Nice meeting you Sakura. Sasuke, stop being such a stick in the mud."

And with that, we were both ushered out of Itachi Uchiha's bedroom and, presumably, his party.

"Well, you heard the man. The door is this way." I informed Sasuke. He gave me a level glare.

"This is my house. He can't kick me out."

I sighed dreamily. "Yeah, but its Itachi's world. Damn is your big brother fine."

Is that a blush appearing on Sasuke's cheeks? Oh, this is an interesting development.

"And what if I do?"

Abruptly, a hand shot out to stop me from walking any farther away. Sasuke stepped in front of me, blocking my view of the game of beer pong going on in the kitchen.

He stepped closer, pushed my shoulders until they hit the wall.

Typically, I would not allow this.

But the look in his eyes is sortakindmaybe terrifying me.

"Um…Sasuke?"

"Sakura." If possible, he stepped even closer. My body from the chest down was blanketed by Sasuke.

Damn is this boy ripped.

NOT. NOW.

"You don't like my brother." Sasuke's hand hovered over mine, his knee fell inbetween my legs.

This night was not going as planned.

I sighed. "Fine. I don't like your brother, now let me go, asshole."

"Sasuke."

"What?"

"Call. Me. Sasuke." He ground out each word. I could feel the vibrations against his chest.

"Make me, Potter." I said, sticking my tongue out at him.

With his free hand, Sasuke opened up the door I was pushed against.

And then I was on the floor.

"OW! WHAT THE HECK, DOUCHEBAG!"

Sasuke was hovering over me on all fours. "Sasuke."

"You're being ridiculous!"

"Sasuke. 'You are being ridiculous, Sasuke.'"

"CAN YOU PLEASE JUST DROP IT?"

He dropped it, alright. Bur he did not drop what I had been alluding to. Instead, Sasuke dropped his entire body on top of me, knock the wind out of my body painfully.

"Was that necessary?" I wheezed.

His face was painfully close. "Yes."

It was whispered just over my lips.

"Sakura. Say it."

My own lips quivered. "No."

"You're just being difficult."

"And you're just being…jealous." Oh my gosh.

OH MY GOSH.

OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH!

ITACHI WAS RIGHT!

SASUKE HAS A CRUSH ON ME!

HOW DARE HE?

I stared at Sasuke, wide eyed. "No way."

Sasuke cocked an eyebrow. "What?"

"You…YOU DO HAVE A CRUSH ON ME!"

"Did you really have to shout in my face?"

"He doesn't deny it!"

Sasuke groaned. "Sakura, get over yourself."

My eyebrow twitched. "Get off of me! And yeah, I'm the one that needs to get over myself!" How dare he? Sasuke Uchiha was the most egotistical person I'd ever met!

I tried to buck him off with my hips, but it only resulted in him pushing himself even closer to me.

"This is so note funny, Sasuke." I said.

DAMMIT!

WHAT?

You said his name!

Awww shit!

Sasuke, who was still hovering above me, smirked like the Cheshire Cat.

Suddenly, his face was way too close to mine, and his breath was fanning over my lips.

"What that really so hard?"

I swallowed.

"Get of me, Uchiha." The words were empty, I knew he wasn't going to move. In fact, I had a pretty good idea of what Sasuke was planning on doing.

My suspicions were proved right when his lips slanted over mine.

This kiss wasn't like our first one, which was hot and heavy and made me very aware of his body. Not that I wasn't aware of it now, but more of my focus was planted on the actual feel of Sasuke against me. His lips pressed against mine, but not insistently, more gentle.

It was too much. Hot and heavy Sasuke I could handle, but this. This was too much. All the fight left my body, his lips felt too nice on top of mine to have any hope of pulling myself away.

He gradually parted my lips with his, and I swear I almost moaned when his tongue touched mine.

This is not good.

Naturally, Sasuke ruined it.

His hands slid under my shirt, gripped my waist. The way he rocked himself on top of me made it obvious what he had on his mind.

I pushed Sasuke back by his shoulders and shook my head to clear it.

He will pay for this!

You bet he will!

"Piss off, Sasuke."

Immediately, the almost vulnerable look that had marred his features vanished. He pushed himself up without offering his hand to pull me up as well.

But I could see the blush on his cheeks.

YOU DO NOT FOOL ME, SASGAY UCHIWHORE.

"Whatever, Haruno. You'll give in eventually." He smirked. "Besides, after tomorrow you'll be announcing how much more superior I am, and giving me a long kiss on the lips."

My cheeks turned bright red. Tomorrow was our inevitable face off, the one Gaara had been helping me train for nonstop. Maybe I could still call him to get in some extra practice time and work off some anger…

You mean sexual frustration.

YOU WILL BE SILENT.

Hey genius, he's still smirking at us. TIME TO WALK OUT WITH STYLE!

I stood up with all the dignity I could muster, brushed off my yellow tank top and jean mini skirt. I flipped my long, straight pink hair out of my face (I had pinned up the bangs and it looked SOOO CUTE!) and bumped Sasuke's shoulder as I walked around him.

I stopped in the hallway, but didn't face him.

"Sasuke, tomorrow is the day you will realize that I am, in every single way, superior to you." Finally, I turned just my head around to look at him.

He was glaring, but not as fiercely as usual.

"And Sasuke?"

"Hn?"

"Pink will just look so good on you."

And with that, I was gone.

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I got the eye of the {TIGER}

a {FIGHTER}, dancing through the {FIRE}

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From: The Sexiest Bitch on the Planet

To: The One Whose Forehead Rivals Donald Trump's Island

Heyyyy girl, some chill dude named Kiba is taking me home.

I found him staring inside the bathroom with some binoculars~

Don't wait up!

From: The Most Beautiful Pink Creature on the Planet

To: The One Who is Going to get Knocked Up

Ino.

DO NOT GET PREGNANT.

I KNOW KIBA.

Night!

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sometimes when I miss you

I put those records on

{in another life}

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"So that's everything that went down." I took a huge sigh as I finished telling the story of my hectic night to Gaara, who merely nodded in sympathy.

"Ah."

My eye twitched. "Can't you use more than one syllable?"

Gaara appeared to think about this for a moment.

"No."

I rolled my eyes and leaned back on the park bench. A breeze rustled by, fast enough to mess up my hair a little. I frowned.

"It's starting to get cold out."

Gaara nodded.

My frown deepened. "I'm going to miss you guys."

My red-headed lover had the ghost of a smirk on his lips when he said his next words.

"Maybe we'll miss you too."

Did Gaara just…

One…two…three…

A huge smile broke out on my face as I engulfed Gaara in a bear hug.

"Thanks, Gaara, you really are awesome."

I swear I've never seen anyone blush so red before. Gaara cleared his throat as I pulled away.

"You'll win tomorrow, I'm sure."

My smile almost ripped my face in two.

"You bet your pretty ass I will! YEAH!"

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Tbc

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