ok. I don't own Naruto, or anything in it. Please review - this is my first fanfic! Everything in italics is a flashback!
She had everything going for her – her good looks and musical talent astounded the public when she was first heard playing her guitar on the porch of her house. He, was the local newspaper's hyperactive columnist, writing the reviews of the latest stars in the industries.
Reclining on his desk chair, feet up on his desk, the normally hyperactive Naruto Uzamaki was musing.
-flashback-
Laughing, Sakura through the pool ball at Naruto.
"hey, that's not fair!" Naruto said laughingly back at her. Picking up the ball he threw it back at Sakura.
"ha! Got ya!"
"I'll get you back!"
"Sakura! You've got to take out the bins before it gets too late!" Sakura's mother called from inside the house.
Sighing, Sakura threw the ball back at Naruto.
"I suppose I'd better get going, you can stay a little longer if you'd like to."
"Na, it's ok, I'd better head off anyway, it's getting late. I'll see you tomorrow, I suppose."
"I'm sorry Naruto, but I won't see you tomorrow. We're moving away – I think this is the last afternoon pool fight that we're going to have… I've had so much fun."
Breaking out of his sort of daze, Naruto looked at Sakura shocked.
"why didn't you tell me sooner?"
-end flashback-
Naruto was awoken from his thoughts rather abruptly, as his manager, Neji barged into his office.
"NARUTO! Have you written the draft of this week's column yet? You know that you've got to interview Miss Haruno tomorrow, so I want the draft pronto!"
Still dazed, Naruto looked blankly at Neji.
"What? Since when was I interviewing Sakura? You said that Gaara was interviewing her, not me! About that draft, it's sitting on you're desk."
Rolling his eyes, Neji replied in his best sarcastic manner (which, as always, failed),
"well, since Gaara has a flu, you wouldn't want to give our best up and coming star the flu, now would you?"
Dragging his legs off his desk, Naruto threw his cold coffee over his boss.
"She broke my fucking heart! I wouldn't bloody care if she got sick or not!" Breathing heavily, Naruto decided to finish his sentence, so he wouldn't get fired.
"She never said "goodbye…"."
Knowing Neji, (and there being a serious lacking of his on-again, off-again boyfriend, Gaara (oh, and his other on-again, off-again, relationship with the receptionist, Ino), he would seriously have is arse kicked (literally). Only then would he fired. Not before.
Grabbing the nearest piece of paper Neji glared at Naruto.
"If good reporters weren't so hard to find, you're ass would so fired." Neji looked thoughtful. "and considering she broke your heart…"
He paused. Naruto looked hopeful.
"I don't have to do it?"
"I'll expect your interview on tape to me by 6:00 tomorrow."
Making his not – so - dramatic exit, Neji ran into Naruto's bonsai.
"ah fuck."
The only words that Naruto could bring to mind reiterated those of his boss.
"ah fuck."