Well I'm a prick. After I made a promise to myself to keep with my story…I didn't! Stuff here in life got hectic. I know for one I got grounded and what not. But its summer vacation so hopefully I can keep up.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto

"After many weeks I have you where I want you…." His only reply was.

Sakura looked up into those dark eyes as they glazed down into her emeralde ones. This was it. This is how Haruno Sakura died. So long everyone that I met in my life and tell my parents I loved them. Good bye to the life I'll never get to live out. Feed my golf fish…if I had gold fish to begin with. Good-bye to a job I'll never have. Good-bye little apartment. Good-bye to life period.

"Just do it already!" She screamed at him.

"Do what?" He asked looking slightly confused as he tilted his head slightly to the right.

"Kill me! And make it quick. I've never been one for torture," She said and shut her eyes tightly.

"I'm not going to kill you. I wasn't even thinking of it."

Sakura snapped her eyes open and saw he had taken a few steps back. She sat she had practically started climbing into her trunk to get away from it. Climbing back and than shut it closed before turning to look at him again. Well this was a little weird…and awkward. But at least he wasn't going to kill her on the spot….or so he said!

"Than what do you want? Why are you stalking me?" She asked, placing a hand on her hip.

"I wanted to talk to you about an offer," He simple said as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"I'm not a hooker."

"How'd you come to that conclusion?"

"You had an offer?"

"Don't worry that's not it."

"And I bad looking?"


"Nothing what do you want?" Sakura asked.

"First, my name is Uchiha Sasuke and I work for the FBI," Sasuke said as he pulled out his card and gave it to her.

She took into her hands and looked down at it. Yup. Uchiha Sasuke. FBI. Than his address was on it. She blinked and looked up at him still really confused on what he wanted exactly. Was she in trouble with the law? She hadn't killed anyone. The worst thing she had ever done was get speeding ticket. Man her parents blew up on her for that one.

"I want you to come over to my house tomorrow after noon. No I'm not going to kill you, nor rape you, nor anything else to you. I just want to talk to you about something. It's very important to me." Sasuke said as he slipped a hand into his pocket.

At this moment she noticed how handsome he was. He was a tall young man around the ages ranging from twenty-two to twenty-five. His hair was the color of the darkest nights and it hung down along the side of his face and spiked in the back. His eyes were a charcoal color but if close enough you could see a hint of red. He wasn't skinny but he wasn't a muscular man. His skin didn't even seem to have a scar on it. Or on the skin she could see since he was wearing a pair of blank dress pants with a dark blue dress shirt with a tie which was lose.

"I understand if you don't but I'd like it very much," He said once more and turned to leave.

And like that, he got into his car and drove off. Leaving her still confused. Standing in front of her car with his card in her hand and she let a breath she seemed to have been holding in. She looked down at the card, raising a hand to brush away a lock of pink hair. Just staring down at a card a complete stranger had given her. A handsome stranger none the less.

Would she do as he asked? Go over to this guys house who she didn't even know. For all she knew, he could be a murderer. She let out a sigh and went around her car. She opened the door and slipped in. Closing the door behind her and put her keys in the ignition. She looked at the card once more before placing it into the cup holder. Now with a lot of her mind, she turned the car on and headed on home.

Would Sakura dare to meet Uchiha Sasuke?

Alright so I don't write long chapters. I try but it just doesn't turn out that way. But at least I try right? I hope at least the story is good. Like I said.This is passed off a story my mom told me. What Sakura is going through is almost what my mom went through. Almost. So uh, reviews please?

Quote for the day:

"It's 106 miles to Chicago, we've got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark and we're wearing sunglasses."

"….Hite it."

The Blues Brothers