yOu gOt mAiL
By Misty Raia
mE: I have a new fic! And I owe this all to my friend. She told me about this fic she wants to post but doesn't have time. I hope the plot won't confuse you! And I'll definitely try my best not to mess up. Oo
Summary: Sakura is a determined novelist until she stumbled an old yearbook after submitting her work. What will happen if she meets her childhood friend again through messenger? Can he be trusted? Or was he really Sasuke? SasuSaku R&R
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Chapter 1
A pink-haired lass, about 20 at her age, looked wearily outside her windowpane. The sunlight blinded her to the extent that she can't help but to close her eyes.
New day. New me. New problems. Why did I ever have myself stuck in this kind of thing? She rolled off her bed and fell down straight to the floor. Sakura scratched her head a number of times before she got into her feet.
She prepared herself a cup of steaming coffee, a couple of sausages and fried eggs before she sat on her chair in front of the computer table. She sliced her sausage into two before she moved her mouse.
Damn this manuscript! the impulsive writer thought. She deepened her views before she tapped the keyboard to write some sentences. Then, she blankly stared at the monitor. No! That's not how the way the story should go! She selected all the items and deleted them without even thinking twice.
Then, it came to her senses...
"WTF?! I was working in that for a week! Arrrgh!" She immediately undid what she scrubbed out and gave a pitiful sigh. She erased the sentences she typed a while ago before starting again.
Lest, the girl moved away from where her heart dictates, away from him...
That's not bad! She continued typing until she finished a chapter. She beamed satisfactorily before she got her empty plate. When she stood up, her foot got up with the AVR of her computer... then her monitor went black...
"Fuck! I haven't saved that one!" she cried. "That's no fair!" She pushed away the keyboard and blamed herself for what happened. Oh no! Why do these things happen to me? Oh come on, I am just dreaming! These can't be! She straightened up and tried to act calmly.
"After all, I don't have to worry. Everything is still in here!" she pointed her head and started to grin.
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This is Haruno Sakura, a novelist in profession. Most of the time, she will be staring blankly at her screen when she can't think of anything. She occasionally slaps back herself to reality especially when she was totally drowned at her stories. She believes at everything that ends happily ever after. That's why she decided to be a writer.
If she can't squeeze out what's in her head, she gets herself a pencil and scribble big circles and small circles in a clean sheet of paper. Then, she would blame herself for wasting precious time instead of continuing every story she thinks. She crumples these papers and throws them to furnace.
She's not the introvert one, but she avoids almost everyone. She decided to have her own apartment to be able to settle her mind and thoughts. Her only motivation is the sunrise. Sunrise comes, sunrise goes... That's her favorite line and she often writes things about love and stuffs like breaking up or reuniting and even sex.
She hopes that one day, her novels will come into life and help her find her Prince.
"But Princes only appear in fairy tales. When you're writing, reality is one of the most important things you must consider. How can a knight in shining armor materialize in this cruel world of mine?" she said while having a reality check on her works.
She may be miserable, but she must keep up. But there are also times when she's hopeless, totally hopeless. Often times, her editor will come barging in her apartment, demanding for a new book. Hell! It's not easy to come up with a 200-page-font-size-8 manuscript in a week! She doesn't have times for parties and whatever; she just feed up herself with delivered pizzas and take-out meals.
Her cab was a mess. Many papers were scattered on the floor. All the things she doesn't need are all dumped before her bed. Sometimes she sweeps and puts up her closet but most of the time does not.
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"HARUNO SAKURA, HAND ME THAT PAPER TOMORROW OR I WON'T ACCEPT YOUR STORIES ANYMORE!!"
"Ah, yes, sir! Don't worry I will!" she said politely. But deep inside her, she screams with this arrogant editor-in-chief she has. Damn you.
She quietly hangs the phone and faced her screen. Another sleepless night, she supposes. She placed a glass of water in front of the computer table before she started typing.
"Deadlines, why do I have to keep up with the deadlines?" she asked miserably, as if waiting an answer from the glass. "They should know that they mustn't pressure writers like me. We need to maximize our imagination, establish and organize our thoughts." She continued to type as she talks.
"That's very important for us. Time, as not everyone anyone thinks, is the most important thing we all need."
At about 2:45 AM, she yawns gloomily, her eyes half close. All she needs now is a very good ending and PUFF! Tomorrow will be a great day to her. She can't wait to see the face of that big boss of them after he reads her work.
Okay, I'll just take a nap to recharge.
Even while sleeping, her mind is still concentrated to her matters. A good ending... an unforgettable ending... an ending very suitable for something like her novel... an ending she wants... an ending she dreams off...
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The faint sunlight touched her face. Which made her head pop up.
9:00?! She's dead!
She opened her messages in her telephone and...
"HARUNO! GET THAT THING TO ME NOW!"
Sakura leaped from where she was seated and faced the monitor. An ending, I need and ending! She scratched her head and tried to think something decent.
She inhaled deeply and sunk into her thoughts. I need an ending. Then, like a flash of thunder, her lips curled into a smile! "Perfect!" she giggled. She typed happily and saved her work in a CD before she leaped for joy.
Her excitement was interrupted when she bumped herself into her shelves and hardbound dusty books feel straight to her head. She laughed her heart out and tried to stand. She got herself a taxi and went directly to their company.
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This is one of the happiest days in her life. When she got into her ed-in-chief's desk, she can tell that he's not happy. Well, she's late. But at least she made it. She received her pay and as usual, he asked her to write something that's applicable on the skyrocketing technology they have now. And it's a miracle he gave her two months to finish that one.
With her well-deserved money on her hand, she decided to give herself a break and ordered a nice triple-stuffed crust pizza for her dinner. She happily eats a potato chip on her way home and she hummed a happy tune.
Since when did I learned that song? Hmm... Forget about it!
When she reached her apartment, she got herself in with her keys. Upon opening the door, she fell directly into her face as a bumpy book got stuck on her feet.
"Oh no." she complained hideously as she stood up. "That book is definitely a mess!" Sakura sat and grabbed the book she stumbled upon. Maybe its one of the books that fell when I got too excited. Why do I have to be bumped or knocked especially when I am happy?
It was a heavy and a well-rotten book. Its pages were turning yellow and the dust invades its title. She coughed a couple of times when she blew the dirt away.
"Year Book?!" she read. "Oh, my yearbook! It's been a while." Sakura smiled as she turned the pages. Oh, full of memories! These are the times when she was in grade school! Well, for her, that's the loveliest part of her life. You know, innocence and vulnerability.
She surpasses a grin as she saw her old teachers. "Oh, this is the most perverted teacher I ever had! And this is my favorite one, our teacher in literature!" she exclaimed excitedly. Pages from pages, faces from faces... memories from memories.
My section! I wonder how my classmates are doing now. She saw her old friends and made her smile happily. This is me!" pointing at the picture of a girl with a long hair. "I want to be a writer someday." These are the words written below her name. I want to be a writer.
Then, opposite her picture, her friend was there.
Uchiha Sasuke.
Nice. It's been long since we met. "I know! He was the one who helps me a lot. Even though he's a bit silent and still!" she laughed. She stared his photo for a minute. She tried to touch the lifeless paper in front of her.
Uchiha Sasuke.
Flashes on memories invaded her mind. She turned the pages and saw they pictures in their graduation. That boy seated next to her was Uchiha Sasuke, the greatest best friend anyone can have.
"He's the one who assist me, especially when we have camps. He's usually the one who lights up the fire for me." Then, she saw their pictures while performing a play. "Sasuke is really cute in his prince costume." Cute. "I bet he's really attracting chicks from near and far. Even when we were still kids, he's been the center of attention by girls." She giggled.
She's one of them, of those girls who were dying for him. But he only treats her a friend. Sometimes, when they both walk home, she'd rather be left behind to be able to see his back. This is the way she admires him.
Until the day came they he their place. It was raining then. Sakura can picture the scene perfectly... the raindrops were drenching her hair, but she didn't care. She's waiting for Sasuke in a playground that time. But he didn't arrive. While she was heading home, she saw him in a car, with his parents.
Sakura closed her eyes.
"I would be leaving. I'm sorry..." his eyes were not looking straightly at her. There was even no sign of... anything... I tried to stop him, but their car was moving away really fast. I cried... then I saw his head by the window.
Those words...
"I want to be a singer. I will do anything! I hope you would be a great writer too!" his voice was hoarse but little Sakura understood every word he said. "I know I will see you again!"
"I want to be a singer someday." Sakura read the lines. She fastened the grip in the book as she read it again. "I want to be a singer."
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She flipped the book into its last pages and searched for any contact that she can use to reach him. "Uchiha... Uchiha..." she searched for his name and finally she got it.
"Uchiha Sasuke. 875-1942." She grabbed for the phone recklessly and dialed the number. Please... just... just give me the chance...
But the dial tone went busy.
Hey, he already moved, remember?
Oh, yeah. Why didn't she think of that? Her chance to meet him again collapsed. No, they used to have that phone number when they used to stay at their village. They moved out and apparently changed their numbers. Stupid!
She felt silent for a while and stared blankly at the book. In any minute, she can tore the pages. Just like what she does when she's typing. You know, start all over again. Uchiha Sasuke. 875-1942.
She froze.
"It won't hurt to try..." she said to herself. "Even if it won't work just like the phone."
Sakura's I.Q. of 130 dictates her that 'hey, it's been... 10 years! Do you think her still keeps that same e-mail add? Go back to your senses.' But she shook her head fervently and faced her computer again. She immediately connected to the Internet and rush to the " she typed.
She crossed her fingers before typing again...
Myx-Writer: Hello there
Her heart froze when she saw that he's online. Huh? There's no doubt that this is his e-mail add, why on hell would he be online?
Jersey-07: And you are?
Myx-Writer: I am Haruno Sakura
Myx-Writer: I think that you are my best friend when I was in grade school
For just a minute, her heart pounded so fast. She waited for him to reply in outmost joy as she took a bite in her pizza.
Jersey-07: How well can I trust you?
Myx-Writer: Don't you believe me?
Jersey-07: I'm not asking for that one
Jersey-07: How can I immediately know if you're lying or not? You just popped out of nowhere then started claming to be my best friend.
Sakura then started to absorb what he wrote.
Jersey-07: This is the internet
Jersey-07: I'll block you after 10 seconds
Myx-Writer: Oh... you told me once you want to be a singer
Myx-Writer: I just want to know of this is really my friend
Myx-Writer: Did I offend you in a way?
Myx-Writer: Sorry...
This is it. What a cram in the Internet! She hasn't thought of that. She's not even sure that this is really her friend. If she were he, she would have blocked the user even after the first message. But... its just normal if he just ignores her, maybe he received many e-mails from any other girls too. That's why it's quite difficult to trust anyone.
She stared at her screen and drowsed herself to compulsion.
"So much for having a try." But at least she knew that there was someone in the end of the line. Somewhat, she found a connection between him. He maybe Sasuke, he may not be. But at least I tried.
There is no way in contacting him... which means that there is a zero possibility that she'll meet him... not in this city... not here...
When she was about to disconnect, a new window popped up.
Jersey-07: Wait
Jersey-07: I didn't mean it
Jersey-07: I never thought that you'd take that one seriously
The next minute, Sakura found herself typing uncontrollably.
Myx-Writer: Ohh... do you mean it? I thought you were mad... you know...
Myx-Writer: For popping out like that
Myx-Writer: I'm sorry
Jersey-07: No!
Jersey-07: I was suppose to be the one to apologize
Myx-Writer: Sorry :D
Myx-Writer:
Jersey-07: I told you I was the one who's apologizing
Myx-Writer: Sorry
Jersey-07: You're making a habit out of it
Myx-Writer: I'm sorry...
Jersey-07: I'll hang up
Myx-Writer: Oh, I was just joking
Myx-Writer: Sorry :D
Jersey-07: Okay
Jersey-07: I know there's no point of arguing
Jersey-07: You know what...
Jersey-07: Nothing!
Myx-Writer: Do you want to tell me something?
Jersey-07: Just tell me something about you
Myx-Writer: I don't know what to say...
Jersey-07: If you are really my friend, tell me something
Jersey-07: Something about...
Myx-Writer: Ah, memories?
Jersey-07: Yup!
Myx-Writer: ...
Myx-Writer: ...
Jersey-07: Patience is not my thing
Myx-Writer: Oh, I see.
Myx-Writer: Uhm...
Myx-Writer: When you were a child, we used to play in the playground to build sand castles. In our first grade, when we had our first field trip, you were my partner. You bought me a pink cotton candy and a balloon when we were in the zoo. Almost everyone annoys you, but until now, you did not told me why I don't annoy you in a sense that... you know...
What else? Sakura scratched her head when she tried to thing of anything else.
They once had a camping. But she thinks twice whether Sasuke still remembers that time or not... when they were fishing and building their tents...
Jersey-07: Wow
Myx-Writer: How would I know that you're not faking either?
Myx-Writer: You know...
Jersey-07: Remember when we had our camping? I doubt but we were fishing then. You even had a difficulty fastening you tent. But the most exciting part was when we had a bonfire. I was telling you stories then but you fell asleep. So, I decided to take you to my tent...
Sakura was stunned.
Myx-Writer: Magnificent
Myx-Writer: But my memory serves me right. You brought me to my tent! Not to yours!
Jersey-07: How will you know? You're sleeping then!
Myx-Writer: But I'm positive that I am in MY tent
Jersey-07: No you're not
Myx-Writer: Yes it is
Jersey-07: No its not
Myx-Writer: Yes it is
Jersey-07: No its not
Myx-Writer: Yes it is
Jersey-07: ...
Myx-Writer: ...
Jersey-07: No its not
Myx-Writer: No its not
Myx-Writer: So I won then
Jersey-07: Hey you were suppose to say 'yes it is'
Sakura broke into laughter. She didn't knew he would be that... childish...
Jersey-07: Anyway, got to go now
Myx-Writer: Why so early?
Myx-Writer: Oops, sorry...
Jersey-07: I have a gig
Myx-Writer: I see
Jersey-07: See you later
Myx-Writer: Later?!
Later?
Myx-Writer: Okay
Myx-Writer: Bye
Jersey-07: Bye
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mE: Reviews please... I don't know if I will continue it. After all, I just want to share this one... so... btw, isn't Jersey07 cute? Or would you want to change it? And the phone number that appeared there was my phone number. But I live in the Philippines.
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