My attempt to do something. Something.
Summary: "Hi. I don't know you at all, except for the fact that you're a random
stranger sitting next to me on the bench in the park of our beautiful Konoha, but hi. Like, seriously. Hi. I think it's your turn to say something now."
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto
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Ch. 1: Say SOMETHING
Have no fear for givin' in
Have no fear for givin' over
You better know that in the end
It's better to say too much
Than to never say what you need to say again
-Say What You Need to Say, John Mayer
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"Hey, YOU!"
The dark haired man just stared off into space.
"Yoooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuu."
Black eyes closed slowly.
"Are you listening to me?"
A finger twitched.
"I need to say something to you."
Probably giving me her phone number, he thought. I wonder what I should do this time...
"Do. You. Understand. Me."
I burned the paper last time, but that was sort of a waste of a match.
"Are. You. Mentally. Incapable. Of. Talking."
Or maybe I should rip it up, the onyx-eyed man mused. In front of her, maybe?
"Well, since you're not gonna talk anytime soon..."
Maybe that's too mean...
"I'll just say it."
Crap. Here it comes.
"Hi. I don't know you at all, except for the fact that you're a random stranger sitting next to me on the bench in the park of our beautiful Konoha, but hi. Like, seriously. Hi. I think it's your turn to say something now."
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Uchiha Sasuke really didn't know what to feel.
Yes, the great ice-cube did have feelings.
Yes, they mostly consisted of the following: annoyed, pissed off, annoyed, must-kill-someone, annoyed, i'm-so-much-better-than-you, annoyed, feel-like-sex-god, and annoyed.
And yes, when confronted by a pink-haired stranger, he had absolutely no idea as to how he should react.
"...and this is really bugging me since you've only blinking for the past thirty minutes I've been talking..."
So he decided to do the only plausible thing at the moment.
"...but you know, you have these super awesomely pretty eyes with equally awesome eyelashes. How do you get your lashes to curl that way? Hey, do you put on eyeliner?"
Slowly turning his head, Sasuke looked at her lazily from underneath 'super awesomely pretty' lashes with his 'super awesomely pretty' eyes and opened his mouth to form a word.
"Hi."
The green-eyed, pink-haired girl's jaw dropped open, and then closed. And opened. And closed. Opened. Closed. Opened. Closed.
Then gradually, pink lips curled into a grin.
"Hi."
She put out a perfectly manicured hand (that was ultimately PINK and SPARKLY) and held it there.
"Haruno Sakura."
Sasuke stared at the hand, the nails, the pink, and the sparkles, and anything else surrounding it for a moment.
And another. And another.
He took out his own hand, large, manly, and with perfectly manicured nails (that was BLACK and PLAIN to the extreme) and grabbed the human body part before him.
"Uchiha Sasuke."
Pearly white teeth were exposed before him.
"You and I are going to be great friends. I can feel it already; this is the beginning of something marvelously epic!"
"....Hn."
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"Hey Naruto."
"What?! This better be important. I'm in the middle of trying to get ready for a date!"
"Really? With who?"
"Ramen. Why?"
"...Nevermind. I forget how retarded you are when it comes to ramen."
"Kiba, five seconds to tell me or your head goes in the toilet."
"Umm...yeah. Sasuke just texted me..."
"So? He always texts."
"...and apparently he said about three full, actual words during the last hour."
"....the fuck?"
"Yeah, I know. I was freaking out too."
"...Shit. The apocalypse started. I didn't even get laid yet."
"Naruto, the day you actually get laid is the day the world blows up."
"Your face. Toilet. Now."
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TBC.