Disclaimer: I owe nothing to no one. Not even the plot actually. My roommate's life inspired me. I took some liberties of course, but the foundations of it are all from my roommate's life. I think she can write an autobiography if she really wanted to...but she sucks too much at storytelling. (Not that I'm any better. For some reason, I just love the passive voice. Not only is it grammatically incorrect, but also makes for a very boring story, I know. Gah! I can't help myself. And my grammar sucks ass.)
Prologue 1: Of All Places, Did It Have To Be a Nightclub?
Love. Such a simple four letter word. A word that brings happiness, hope, pain, distress, jealousy. It twists you into someone you don't recognize. Even the strongest of minds succumb to it. It is a poison but at the same time it's an antidote.
I succumbed to it at the tender age of sixteen. At that age, I only thought about my friends, school, and my cat. There was no space in me for true love and all that. Don't get me wrong, I wanted to fall in love like any other girl my age, but my view of love was stunted and narrow. Now I think about, my sixteen year old self didn't understand love at all. I thought it was about kissing, holding hands, being boyfriend and girlfriend, and awkward confessions.
I think it changed when I met HIM. He turned me inside out. I don't want to sound like a typical love song but he changed me. I can't imagine my life before he came into my life.
The neon lights flashed crazily in beat with the loud, ear-popping music that the DJ played. The place was dark with only psychedelic lights guiding the way. The dance floor looked like a big orgy. People were too high on ecstasy to care about indecent exposure.
Sakura didn't know why she was here. Well, she did, but she still couldn't believe it. It wasn't a place she felt comfortable in. The music was too loud, the people were too high, and the place was too dark. She had lost Ino and the Uchihas early in the night. She could only awkwardly sit around at the bar. Though she had a 20-year-old wristband on, she couldn't handle her liquor well enough to drink too much. She had switched from cocktails to juice long ago. Come to think of it, it was around the time that Ino, Sasuke, Itachi, and Shisui abandoned her.
Shisui was flirting with some girls. Well, it was his job… kind of. He was a promoter and he was the one to get them into this establishment. Shisui had dragged Itachi here saying that he needed to get out more. Sakura admitted that he really did, but it wasn't to this kind of place. Itachi needed a nice girl to have dinner and catch a movie with. None of the girls here would be the type to do that with him.
Ino, on the hand, couldn't believe her luck when she found out that Sasuke had a relative who was a promoter for one of the hottest nightclubs in Shibuya. Sasuke couldn't believe his bad luck when Ino found out Shisui's occupation. She had all but pounced on him the minute she found out. Actually, she did pounce on him.
It was something that Ino hadn't done since their elementary school days when Ino and Sakura still had that stupid feud.
Through bribery, deceit and blackmail, Ino had gotten Sasuke to agree to ask Shisui to get them in. All of them knew that Shisui would comply. Shisui would always help his second favorite cousin's friends out especially if they were girls.
Where did Sakura fit in this arrangement? Well, after Ino and Sakura made up at the age of twelve. When both of them realizing that Sasuke was not worth it (he had hotter relatives), they became the best of friends again. Though their personalities were worlds apart, they were still able to share some things in common making them closer than ever.
When Ino found out that Shisui agreed, she had to make a reluctant Sakura come with her. Sakura was similar to Itachi. She needed to get out more and Ino needed a girl to be there with her. Though Ino would really want to be surrounded by just hot Uchiha men all night, she knew that bringing Sakura along was a practical idea. Sakura was responsible enough and wouldn't let Ino do too many stupid things. Besides, Sasuke was better friends with Sakura, so it would be weird not to invite her.
And so, Sakura was dragged along. After getting plucked, polished, and dressed by Ino, Sakura looked like she actually belonged in a nightclub. She was then given a fake ID and later a wristband stating that she was of age to drink, she was abandoned at the bar by the girl who dragged her here.
After getting a bit too drunk, Ino decided to dance. Though, it wasn't really dancing she was after. She was in the giant crowd on the dance floor probably with a few guys attached to her.
Sasuke and Itachi, like Sakura, were reluctantly hauled here. Itachi had disappeared a while ago; most likely to Pein's to hang out with his friends. Sasuke, however, somehow managed to get some ecstasy. He, too, joined the orgy on the dance floor. Someone's getting laid tonight.
Sakura was straight-up abandoned. She was pissed at Ino for making her come. She was pissed at Sasuke for being a push-over and at Shisui for picking this occupation. She was pissed at Itachi for actually leaving and not taking her along. Though Itachi and Sakura were not friends, they had an understanding. Both of them were more introverts with brains bigger than the average human's noggin. Sometimes when Sakura was over at the Uchiha household, she would play go with Itachi while Sasuke and Naruto played video games. Sakura thought Itachi knew better than to leave without her. But then again, Itachi barely escaped under Shisui's watchful eye. Itachi knew that he wouldn't be to sneak out with Sakura in toll. He decided to save his own hide and forsake his fellow introvert. Sakura understood this was probably the case, but she was still angry. She was piss-angry-mad.
Sakura was debating leaving too. She really didn't want to babysit a hung over Ino in the morning (which would probably happen if she stayed). She wasn't comfortable here. All the guys she sees were horny sleazebags. She was better off if she just left by herself. It was possible for her to just get out of this place and hail a cab home.
As she was debating her course of action, she subconsciously scanned the crowd. Her eyes were drawn to a man as if they were magnetized to him. He was quite peculiar looking. He had a striking figure with shocking white hair. His lower face was covered along with one of his eyes. The single uncovered eye was staring straight at her.
I have never fallen in love. It's funny because I'm a thirty-year-old man. By now, you'd think I've had numerous long meaningful relationships. The only meaningful relationship I've had is with my Icha Icha books. (I'm not counting my dogs. I'm not into that shit.)
It's not like I can't hold on to a girl, but through my line of profession, one-night stands work better. Plus, it makes me feel like James Bond. What's a British secret agent if you can't sleep with girls around the world?
But it's different now. The spy life was getting too tiring. I don't to be doing the same thing when I'm seventy and actually end up like James Bond. It got boring after a while. I want to settle down with a wife and kids. If I love my wife, then all the better. But now, I just want a hot wife who's willing to fuck like rabbits with me and pop out some kids. Yeah, it's a bit crude, but that is all I want. Not much right?
Well, that was pre-HER. She almost changed that. I loved her with her bell-like laugh and wide forehead. We were perfect together. She liked to think we were soul mates, and I couldn't agree more. We fit together like two puzzle pieces, but at the same time we didn't. We were like puzzle pieces from two completely different puzzles. But I still love her. I'm still in love with her.
Kakashi didn't feel out-of-place here. Though it was the first he came to a nightclub for pleasure, he fit right in. Usually, he came for his job. He didn't get it but mafia bosses just love nightclubs.
But today was different. He was there for himself. He knew he wouldn't be able to find wife-material, but a hook-up wasn't out of the question.
As his eye swept the crowd, he knew that a hook-up was completely out of the question. All he can see were sluts with too much makeup on and fat chicks squeezed in clothes ten sizes too small. Come on, he wasn't that desperate. There weren't a single person there that sparked his interest. Boring.
Maybe that was the curse of being an ex-MI6 agent: his standards were too high.
The club was a flop. He couldn't believe that this was the best Japan can offer. Ha! Hottest club in Shibuya his ass! But he'll make do. Well, He was already there for one. Why not hang around for a while and get some drinks before jetting off.
Deciding his course of action, he slowly meandered his way towards the bar with Icha Icha in one hand and his nose buried deep in it. Halfway to the bar, he had a sudden urge to look up. Though he avoided the drunks like a pro, he felt like he needed to look up. And so he did and he saw the most shockingly pink hair in his whole life. He stared in wonderment. The person was turned away from him and judging by the silhouette, he was pretty sure it was female. From this distance, he could tell it wasn't a wig. Despite that, her pink hair was still as unnatural as his left eye and definitely faker than Pamela Anderson's double D's. Who would do that to themselves? Who in their right mind would dye their hair that pink? He almost felt sorry for that poor son of a bitch for having such bad judg-oh shit, girl with pink hair turned around. He tried to look away but he felt like he couldn't. The pink hair was attached to a beautiful female specimen. She was a petite girl with pale skin. Her eyes were wide and her lips were full. She looked beautiful and he couldn't stop staring, but now for a different reason entirely.
Her gaze scanned the club before landing on him. Their eyes instinctively met and all Kakashi could think about was how amazingly green her eyes were.
A/N: I'm sorry. I have commitment issues. Also, I can't find my flash drive.
I had a plot bunny. Though I have the story planned out, I might be too lazy to type it out especially with my short attention span. Sorry guys.
Also, I made Kakashi into a British secret agent *facepalm* I have no excuse, but I was thinking about Skyfall and how much of a reject Bond was in that movie because don't try to disagree with me. He was a reject.
Oh shit, I just read the new guidelines. Now its etiquette to not have sucky grammar? I don't think I can measure up to these new guidelines with my horrible grammar skillages. Sorry FF.
