A/n: I know, I know, I shouldn't be starting any new stories when I can't keep up with the ones I have going. But, if it helps I have serious writers block on my other stories and this was a writing exercise that got out of hand. Plus its been typed up for at least 3 months... Anywho, tell me whether or not to continue this and yes I know its short.
The hustle and bustle of day to day life is a constant thing, no matter where you are the world everyday work and everyday problems stop for no one. Time, however, does seem to slow during the chance meeting of star-crossed lovers. Scholars would look down upon the phrase, classifying it as a quote one would only use in literature, because time could not slow. That would be preposterous and an idea that went against the very laws of nature. But they only say this because they have not experienced it for themselves, surely if they had then our modern day text books would differ greatly from what they are like today.
Long introductions aside, this is a tale of love, war, and betrayal. These pages contain the story of two star-crossed lovers, and while their story is not as well known as that of Romeo and Juliet it does not make it any the more or less tragic. The very words on this page were written by one who knows their story better than anyone else. So, without further ado let us jump into what was once modern day Rome and begin the tragic tale of Uchiha Sasuke and Haruno Sakura.
It was a rather warm day, a day like most in mid-July. The air was thick with heat that threatened to smother you if you even dared to step one foot outside your doorstep. It was days like this when Sakura thanked the Gods of her birth into a noble family; where with the slightest flick of her fingers the servants would obeintly manage the household chores. So then, free from household duties, Sakura was content to spend her hot summer days lounging in the shade of her balcony. She gazed out into the prized gardens of her late mother, silently disguising her mirth as she watched the gardeners toil out in the summer heat. With a pitcher of cool water and a tray of assorted fruits at her side she observed the world around her.
She watched the bees happily humming in the honeysuckle patch, she watched the mother birds tend to their nests of finicky hatch-lings, but most of all she watched the rippling muscles of her father's newly hired gardener. He was the one that most caught her attention, so she watched on.
She observed him for many hours, watching the way he would brush aside his shaggy black locks; not caring whether or not he marred his flawless skin with dirt and mud in the process. She noted how he casually tossed aside his torn, working shirt when the afternoon heat proved to much for him to bear. And though he pretended not to notice, she returned each and every one of his smouldering stares and longing glances.
She had to know his name.
A/n: Well? Is it worth turning into a full story? Thanks for reading!