The Most Beautiful Man in the World

Hello! Here's to a new story! Original idea from a Tumblr post at : post/156141749940/the-most-beautiful-man-in-the-world-who-lives-in

Also if you have any hilarious mishaps you'd like for me to feduddle into the story, please go right ahead and tell me! I will do my best. This story is going to be hopefully hilarious and cute.

Original characters from Naruto, property of the good Kishimoto.

I'll rate this fic as M for now, but there won't be any sexy times for a while yet. Sorry my bebes.

What does the most beautiful man in the world look like?

Like the way the sun spills over water at dusk.

Like the way food smells when you're hungry.

Like the sound angels make when they're doing folk covers of pop songs on their heavenly harps.

Kind of looks like the guy who played Mcsteamy on Grey's Anatomy, if 'McSteamy' were the most beautiful man in the world. (Originally the post says Chad from HSM but we all know Kakashi looks more like Mark Sloan than Chad… right?)

Chapter 1 High Hopes

Sakura had just graduated college in December. It was January. She was 22 years old and about to move to Konoha Towers in Konoha. Luckily her adoptive grandmother owned the apartment complex, and she got severely discounted rent. A sort of graduation present ,she said, but they both knew it was just because she loved Sakura like her own family.

She gripped the last box off the truck against her chest as she and her parents rode the elevator up to the fifth floor, titled Jounin. Sakura thought the titles were weird, but it was Tsunade's building so she could do as she wanted. It really was quite a nice place, set up very similarly to a hotel, with balconies on every floor overlooking the inside of the building, so that you could look over and see all the way down to the lobby, and sometimes even see the doorman, Jiraiya, greeting people at the door. If you looked up there were several floors above hers as well, ending in a giant glass ceiling at the top. She was extremely grateful for the discounted rent. Anything she were to find by herself could easily have been in the 800-1000 dollars a month range, which was definitely out of her price range as she didn't have a job yet. Tsunade was letting her stay here for a measly 200 dollars a month, a steal at that price, and she didn't expect rent until Sakura found a job, a blessing.

The elevator dinged, alerting the three of them that they had arrived on the fifth floor. The doors slid open to an empty hallway lined with sconces and doors. They turned right and walked all the way to the corner apartment, #507. To anyone else it just looked like a grey door with the number 507 on it. To Sakura, it was her doorway to a new life on her own. Her mother opened the door for her as Sakura's arms were full.

"Thanks." Sakura said as she set down the last of the boxes on one of her already full chairs. Man how I'd like to sit down…

"Are you sure you don't want your father and I to stay and help you unpack honey?" Sakura shifted a box off of the chair next to her and shook her head.

"Nah you guys have helped me enough, you go on home before it gets too late. I'll stay and start sorting everything out."

"Alright, sweetie." Her mother said as she hugged her only daughter tightly.

"Let us know if you need anything, pumpkin." Her father said, patting her on the head and ruffling her hair like he did everyday since she was a child. No matter how many times she had told him that she had grown out of such antics, he still did it. Probably just to spite her. This time it was comforting at least. And hopefully it will be the last time.

"Thanks. And I will you guys, now get on home." Her parents waved as they left and shut the door behind them.

"Finally some peace and quiet. But this quiet isn't good for unpacking. Now where did I put that stereo?" Sakura sat down in the middle of the floor, since her chairs still weren't cleared off. She pulled a box toward her, it was dishes. The next box was clothing. But the next box was her electronic stuff. She pulled out the stereo headunit and placed it on the bottom shelf of the TV stand, then plugged it in. Next she untangled the speakers that went with it, and hung them around the room, connecting each to their corresponding place in the back of the headunit as she did so. Sakura dug around the bottom of the box and pulled out an auxiliary cord, and slipped her phone from her pocket. Time for Spotify! She opened the app and pulled up a Frank Sinatra radio station. Perfect. Who doesn't like oldies?

Sakura sorted her belongings by room, getting the feel of the apartment as her new home as she went. Her parents had been helping her move all day, but it was just now that she started to feel like the place belonged to her. The room you walked into was the living room, and off of it on one side was her bedroom, connected to the bathroom. On the other side was the kitchen and another bedroom. There was also a sliding closet in the kitchen containing a stacked washer and dryer. Perfect! I never have to leave! Sakura thought when she first saw them. She also put her cleaning supplies in the closet and on the top shelf put her detergents and fabric softeners. For the dishes they all went to the kitchen, clothing and bedding the bedroom, and most of the other random stuff went in the spare room until she could figure out a place for it.

By the time she had unpacked the kitchen and bedroom completely and made her bed, Sakura was a sweaty mess and ready to drop. She walked out to her balcony and looked over the edge. Her own music could still be heard through the door. Hope I wasn't disturbing anyone having my music on so late. From the lobby a drifting quiet tune could be heard. It was the essence of serenity and Sakura wondered if a lot of people came out on their balconies at night just to sit and listen. She leaned against the railing and listened for a few minutes before turning and going back inside. Time for bed little lady.

KAKASHI

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What a long night at work, Kakashi thought to himself as he undressed and threw on sweats to sleep in. And now that I'm home, I can't sleep. Maybe because SOMEONE was playing music way too loud to allow for any of that sleeping shit. I swear to god if I hear 'Under My Skin' one more time… Wait, when was the last time anyone lived below me? Has anyone? Kakashi got up out of bed and looked over his balcony, unreasonably thinking someone may be there. Success. He was taken aback. A pink-haired girl was leaning on the balcony beneath his, swaying slowly to the music that drifted up from the lobby late at night. You could still hear her music, but the stuff from the lobby was a special kind of soothing. His mind came back to the girl. Her hair was pink. It couldn't possibly be natural right? Your hair isn't exactly normal either you ass. Even so… if it wassss natural… did the carpet match the drapes?

Kakashi shook his head to derail that train of thought. You definitely need some sleep. And maybe to get laid. You can't be thinking such lewd thoughts of every woman you see! But sleep first. Definitely sleep. First. He laid back down in bed, the music stopping below him soon after. Ahh… if I get to sleep now I'll get… six hours, 32 minutes, 8 seconds…

Kakashi awoke the next morning, and it was still way too soon. I did not get enough sleep last night. I am TOO OLD FOR THIS SHIT. He checked his phone, no messages. It was 7 am. He swung his legs out of bed and stretched, popping his ankes, and then his knees when he got up. He sighed. I feel so ollllddd. He pulled off his sweats and threw them in the laundry basket in the corner of the room. Maybe a shower will wake me up. Kakashi turned on the hot water and looked at himself in the mirror. You look like shit. Practically warmed up death. You've got stubble, your hair is a joke, a natural one, but still a joke. You're 36 and still single. At least you're not a virgin. He hopped in the shower and the seven minutes he allowed himself in the steamy bliss was all he needed to wake himself up for the day.

Kakashi wrapped a towel around his waist and lathered up his face. Shaving was easy enough, they never saw his face anyway. He felt the scar running through his left eye and flinched. Every day he wished Obito was still alive. Still his friend. And now that he's gone you have no life. At least not much of one. He threw on his uniform for work, a suit and tie, and to top it off, a mask hiding half his face. If only that actually kept them at bay, even my silly hair (that makes me look 45) doesn't discourage them. Why do I even work there? Who knows. I bet your fan club would say otherwise. Shut up. For some reason tons of girls that came to his work were there just for him. He was way out of their age range, but that didn't stop them. None of them are the one I want. Wait. What do I want? The pink-haired girl from last night flashed through his mind, but he shook it off. Not like she'd want a loser like me anyway.

He left for work, his mind wandering. For some reason the pink-haired girl wouldn't leave his thoughts alone.

SAKURA

…

Sakura woke up smiling. She had successful moved to a new place that was just hers and she was ready to start her new life. She jumped out of bed and went to the spare room.

"Time to tackle you today, boxes! Nothing can stop me now!" She declared to the random assortment of boxes cluttering the room.

"Today's an electroswing type day to me!" Sakura plugged her phone back into the stereo and changed the station. Maybe I'll even go job searching today, once all this unpacking is done.

Even she didn't think unpacking would go that fast. Sakura was done before 1 in the afternoon. She decided to shower and then go about looking for work. She stripped and got in the shower attached to her bedroom. What should I wear? After cleaning herself up, as she was caked in nasty sweat and some dust from the move, Sakura felt clean and free. The dress she wanted was in a dresser in the spare bedroom, so she walked through her bedroom to it. She stopped in the living room, too surprised to continue. There was a girl sitting on her couch. Sakura jumped back and thought of how she would defend herself should this woman decide to attack her.

"Relax, girlie. I just wanted to introduce myself. I'm Karin. I'm your neighbor in 508."

"So you just let yourself in!?" Sakura shrieked.

"Yeah? The door wasn't locked?" She tilted her head questioningly. I could have sworn I locked that door….

"Anyway! Get dressed! We're gunna go out and about!" Sakura shook her head and continued to the spare bedroom.

"I was actually going to go around job hunting today… know of any places that are hiring?"

"Well… I know no one really wants to work there, but fast food places are always hiring, and I just happen to know one where this really cute guy works…" her words drifted off as Sakura got further away from her.

"What was that?"

"Oh, nothing. We'll go by there when you're ready."

Something about this girl had Sakura liking her more every minute, even if she was strange and probably broke into her apartment. Sakura walked back into the living room, dressed in warm leggings, a sweater dress, a scarf and a hat.

"I'm Sakura by the way, nice to meet youuu… Karin?"

"Yep! Let's be off!" She jumped up off the couch and marched to the door. Sakura locked the door after them. They were off to the local Wendy's.

…

"I thought you said it wasn't too far!" Sakura said as they passed what seemed like the hundredth shop front on their way to the place.

"It's normally not… If you take the bus."

"Oh my god. Karin!" She had them walking forever. Not that it was a horrible time exploring the new neighborhood that she'd be living in, hell she even found a few shops she made a mental note to come back to, she had just not planned on spending her entire day out with Karin.

"There on our right is one of my favorite shops. It's a bookstore on the front, right? But it has a secret in the back," Karin leaned in to Sakura's ear to whisper, "It has a butler café in the back!" Sakura rolled her eyes.

"Isn't that something high schoolers do? Is that popular around here?" Karin smiled.

"Oh you have no idea. I heard one time a fan club kidnapped one of the butlers here and he actually died during it."

"Holy shit! What was his name?"

"I don't know, but look at the line around the back of the building! Does that tell you anything?"

Sakura saw a ton of women, school girl age and up, and (to her surprise), even some men lined up for the place! There was a tiny entrance they were all trying to funnel themselves through. A glimpse of silver caught her eye, but Karin pulled her along before she could get a better look.

"How old are the guys working there?"

"They're all fairly young, why?"

"I just thought I saw… eh never mind."

"There's the Wendy's!" About a block away the garish red building taunted her. It looked like it needed a bit of a tune-up but was operating fairly well for having been built like 30 years ago. The 'Old Fashioned Hamburgers' sign was still there, definitely signaling the age of the building. On its signboard below it stated 'Now Hiring 10.00 an hour'. That's a pretty decent starting wage. I wonder what's wrong with the place that they have to offer that to keep people? Or is it just competitive wages? Hmm… At least they will definitely hire you Sakura…

KAKASHI

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Doorman duty was his least favorite of any of the positions at his work. If you could say any of the positions were his favorite. He tended to grumble whenever no one was looking and wished for the simpler days before the café existed. When they were just a bookstore trying to stay afloat. And to make matters worse, he even saw the intriguing pink-haired girl walk past his work today. She's even cuter out an about. .. but wait who is she with? Karin? Wait, does Karin live on the fifth floor too? Ugh I will have to ask her if she knows anything next time I see her.

It was late when Kakashi got to Konoha Towers that night.

"Hey Jiraiya." He nodded to the doorman.

"Bit late tonight, Kakashi. Need to sleep more. Want a drink?" The doorman asked from behind the bar he opened late at night for the people living in the complex. The way the landlady saw it, it was just another way to keep her tenants 'safe'. What Kakashi really thought she wanted was more money, even if he knew that wasn't true. The woman was fair on rent and was actually one of the kindest, if not also the busiest, people he knew.

"Not tonight Jiraiya. Maybe another time."

"All right man, goodnight."

"Same to you big guy."

As Kakashi exited the elevator, he wondered if he would be able to see the pink-haired lady over the balcony tonight. Approaching his room, he tapped his hand on the balcony, excited or nervously. He leaned over to see if she was there, but sadly she was not. Ah well. Time to get some sleep Hatake. Kakashi let himself into his apartment, trudging to his room. He stripped and fell into bed, passing out almost instantly.

SAKURA

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While they were at Wendy's the staff handed her a pen so she could fill out the application on the spot. Desperate much? Sakura thought as she sat down with Karin. She looked over the application. There was even a slot for references. Damn… who do I put? Suppose I could put Tsunade…

"You can put me down as a reference if you want. I don't think they even call them. They hire high schoolers and what kind of high schooler has references? Plus it's fast food, why would they care?"

She's probably right… And I'm a college graduate. What am I doing with my life working a job most high schoolers don't have trouble with? Ugh. Second I find something worthwhile, I'm just going to leave….

After she finished they turned the app into the front register employee, a dark haired fellow named Sasuke. Apparently he was the one Karin liked. Sakura swore her eyes turned into hears. She was clearly infatuated.

"I'll take this to my manager, wait just a moment please."

A blonde boy looked around the end of the sandwich station and smiled at her as he pushed a bun in the toaster and went back to work. A tall man suddenly appeared in front of them, his hair extremely long and black, and his skin pale as a ceramic pot.

"Hello," he smiled, revealing strangely fang-like teeth, "I'm Orochimaru, this is Eiko," he said directing their attention to a grouchy looking woman next to him, "my assistant. When would you like to come in for an interview?"

Sakura was surprised at how forward the hiring process was. It's like they just want more bodies!

"Uh… tomorrow works?"

"Perfecct… sssay.. 3 PM?" His voice sounded like he'd been smoking 3 packs a day for the last 30 years mixed with a snake.

"W-works for me."

"See you then, Ssakura-chan…" He creepily smiled at her. A shiver ran down Sakura's spine. Definitely going to leave this place the second I find something better. She grabbed Karin's hand and pulled her drooling acquaintance out of the store with her. When they got to a bust stop about a block away, Sakura turned to Karin.

"Dude, Karin. That manager dude is a creep."

"I know, right? But Sasuke is just such a dreamboat… plus I heard there have been a few complaints about him and that he might get fired so you shouldn't have to worry too much."

Sakura shook her head. "You're so smitten. That guy gives me the chills. And by the way, have you even spoken to this guy?"

Karin eyed her. "Sure. Loads of times!"

"Beyond giving him your order." Sakura deadpanned. A small blush crossed Karin's cheeks.

"…no…" Sakura chuckled.

"Well, if I'm going to work there, you better visit often to make sure I don't get kidnapped for some creepy biotesting, okay?"

"Hmm? Oh yeah, sure sure…" Her thoughts were already back on Sasuke. Sakura shook her head and sighed.

"Let's just go home, okay?" She and Karin climbed up onto the bus and paid the fare. They took two seats towards the back and sat down.

"We really should go to that butler café…"

"Another time okay?"

"Okay…"

Thanks so much for reading guys! I loved this first chapter and hope you do too! I don't know when the next ones will be out, but I'm looking at a fairly long time line for this story!

Again if you have any silly mishaps you want to happen to Sakura, let me know! Plus drama of course. We all neeeed that drama.

Love you guys thanks again for reading.

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