Sakura was taken aback slightly by his question, as she did not expect him to ask one back, but she smiled warmly at him, happy that he seemed to be opening up a little more. She tilted her head a bit and looked at him from the corner of her eye, observing his somewhat relaxed position and the quick upturn of his lips as he glanced at her.
"Well, I..." She brushed a finger across her lower lip slowly in thought and continued hesitantly but warmly, "I... live with a guardian. He\'s okay, but sort of controlling and..."
Sakura broke off, realizing that she was straying off-topic. She took a quick glance at Raven, but couldn\'t read his expression.
"Well anyways, I live with a guardian, and he lives nearby as well," she amended quickly, in a tone of voice that was perhaps too harsh and final.
God, I don\'t want him to know about my guardian.. if he knows, he might ask about why I\'m living with him, and even I can\'t answer that question then! Augh.. then I might have to explain to him my whole dark side, since that\'s the reason why my guardian is controlling and strict... No matter what, I don\'t want people at this school to figure out my history.
Lost in her thoughts, Sakura realized too late that she had been too rude with her answer, and attempted to correct whatever bad impression Raven may have formed about her from that abrupt reply.
"I mean... well, sorry if that sounded a bit rude, but ... my guardian\'s a bit.... um, how should I say this," she faltered, and started over. "What I mean is, our relationship is rather complicated, and it would take a long time to explain, and even I don\'t know parts of our history. I\'ve suffered some severe memory loss, and all memories from before I was thirteen have been erased. So... any questions having to do with my guardian gets me a bit riled up. Sorry. I, ... I hope I\'m not majorly confusing you."
Sakura paused for a second or two, then added, "I know you only asked me where I lived. Sorry if I told you too much stuff you don\'t want to know about."
She looked down at the ground, fidgeting with the frilly hem of her blouse, refusing to meet his eyes.