Simply, It’s Just Stupid Fate Chapter 1, a naruto fanfic

Simply, It's Just (Stupid) Fate: Where did it begin

Some of you may be confused…im reposting the first chapter, which may mean I have to delete it first….Something is off with the Italics, so half of what was supposed to be in Italics, wasn't, which took off half of the impact of the words….ugh…

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Simply, It's Just (Stupid) Fate: AU:Where did it begin? When the words she always possessed left her at the sight of him? When he found himself rambling instead of sounding syllables? Either way, it was, simply, just (stupid) fate….SASUxSAKU

A/N: So I decided this sasuxsaku wont be a oneshot…it'll be like four or five chapters long…ish??

Well read and review peoples cuz you know you lovers meh!!

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You got here just in time
To let me know I was worth saving
It's nothing more than for the heart
Too proud to breathe
But I'm too scared to say the things worth saying
Who knew this trip would be this hard?

Her:

It was only her second day on her fifth job of the month, and she was pretty sure she'd be fired (once again) any day now. Life was much too unfair.

After all, that had to have been the fifth…seventh?…guy she'd dumped their order on for trying to grope her. When would it end?

The owner of the café she was currently working at was nice enough, even if she was drunk all the time, and had been understanding the first few times, but that had been hot coffee she had poured on that last guy! And those burns did not look like they were going away any time soon.

She sighed, tucking the petal colored strands of hair from the loose ponytail at the back of her head behind her ear. She began mopping up the mess she had created only minutes before with a napkin. The man who had stemmed her easily triggered anger (with his hand sneaking up her thigh) was long since gone, deciding that a trip to the hospital was a bit more important than sticking around to try and get her fired…and she was more than grateful for that.

The coffee dripped down the sides of the wooden chair and onto the tiled floor.

"Ino! Grab me a wet cloth or something!" She called, glancing up to catch the blue eyed, blonde-haired waitress rushing into the kitchen.

"Sure thing, Sakura!" the waitress, Ino, called back, pushing open the swinging doors.

Sakura turned her attention back to the dripping mess, doing her best to contain the spills with just a few papery napkins.

"Here you go, hun!" Ino's voice chirped from behind her.

Sakura snagged the wet rag from the blonde, mumbling under her breath about old men liking little girls.

Ino laughed. "Geez, Sakura. You're going to have to find another way to get those pedophiles off you! I don't think Tsunade-san will be happy that we're losing half our male customers."

Sakura groaned audibly. "Don't remind me…" She rigorously scrubbed at the liquid that was now beginning to stick and harden to the surfaces it had pooled out onto.

Ino laughed once more, before turning to take other waiting customers' orders.

"Stupid…stupid…stupid…" Sakura mumbled angrily to herself, her green eyes narrowed as she continued to clean.

She couldn't really specify what she was calling stupid because, in reality, there were quite a lot of things that warranted being dubbed as 'stupid' in her life.

Like the fact that even though she had already graduated from (stupid) high school, she was still working at (stupid) cafés and (stupid) fast food restaurants to save up money for medical school because her (stupid) parents had gone and spent the money from her old college fund that they had started when she was a child. (completelyandutterlystupid)

Oh, and like the fact that she couldn't seem to keep any of the (stupid) jobs she got.

And the fact that, for some odd reason she couldn't quite fathom, even with the brilliant mind she possessed, most of the (stupid) guys she met couldn't seem to keep their (stupid) hands off of her.

Hence the losing-all-the-jobs bit.

"What's so stupid?"

With a start, she realized for the entire time she had been counting off how stupid her life had gotten, she had also been muttering the word repetitively as she scrubbed the sticky surfaces.

"Oh…uhmm…" Sakura turned to the voice, expecting to see, just maybe, some random person (a guy by the sound of that deep velvety voice of his) and not expecting to see the first guy, for that matter, that made her (stupid) heart just stop.

His ebony hair, spiked at the back, also framed his perfectly chiseled face. His obsidian eyes were locked on her, she was absolutelypositivelysure, beat red face and his (she couldn't help but notice) muscular arms were crossed over his equally muscular (godfuckingdammit!) chest. There was just the faintest of a smirk beginning to curl those (godlystupid) lips of his.

"Try not to drool, Pinky."

Sakura blinked. Did he, this completely random, utterly smexy, guy just call her- Haruno Sakura- Pinky?

"Am I really that hot?" the smirk on his lips was growing wider.

That delicious breathtaking smirk that made her heart melt.

Sakura blinked again, with another start. "Jesus fucking Christ." She heard her voice through the haze of jumbled thoughts that she was dimly aware was her mind.

And then, with a realization that sent her already reeling mind completely off the brink of sanity, she cursed again. "Oh hell fucking no."

Haruno Sakura was in love with a completely random, utterly smexy, guy who seemed to be much too cocky for his own goddamn good.

Hell. Fucking.No.

Just how stupid could her life really get?

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Him:

So I will run
Until my feet don't touch the ground
And as the waves carry me out
Keep listening
She'll never make a sound
So keep it coming and the details quiet
She's like the girl that keeps you up all night
And she'll be a secret you can keep
Keep me
Keep me

He'd been going to Konoha café for nearly a year now, a regular customer.

There wasn't anything special about it, really. Well, aside from the fact that the coffee and food were decent and only one girl worked there. Which, was definitely a plus for him, since, wherever he went, most girls stared—well…drooled, really. It was nice to go somewhere where he wasn't ogled at twenty four-seven, since the only girl who worked there was dating his friend.

So what was so different about today?

To put it simply—her.

She was on her hands and knees, wiping up spilt coffee from the floor and a chair. Her bubble-gum pink hair was falling out of the sloppy ponytail she had it pulled into and strands of it were brushing her porcelain skin. Even from where he stood, her apple green eyes seemed much too vivid for any normal color of green. And those curves. Puberty had definitely been generous.

Maybe too generous. He had a hard time taking her eyes off her. It really wasn't fair…

And if it had been anyone else, any other girl, he was sure, she wouldn't have caught his attention.

Which was how he found himself walking over to her crouched form to stand, looking down at her.

"Stupid…stupid…stupid…"

She was muttering to herself crossly in a light, feathery voice that just washed over him.

….

It really was so unfair…so unfair…

….

He couldn't stop himself. "What's so stupid?"

The girl jumped a little in surprise, clearly having been off in her own world. "Oh…uhmm…" her voice softened, as if she didn't know what to say or what she had even been doing.

And then she looked up.

Forget grass.

Forget leaves.

Forget broccoli or peas.

Forget green sweaters.

Forget everything that he had thought the color green was for before.

Because now, if he looked at any of those things, anything that was green to him before, it would just pale in comparison to the two vibrant pools of viridian staring up at him.

….

Just so unfair

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Oh, and she was staring. Which couldn't have made him any happier, surprisingly. So, once again, he found he couldn't stop himself.

"Try not to drool, Pinky." He was teasing. Teasing? Was that word even in his vocabulary? And holy shit, he sounded obnoxious even to himself. God, the dobe would be having a field day with this, if he were here…

And those innocent jade eyes widened just a little, her full pink lips parting in surprise.

"Am I really that hot?"

Seriously, this was getting ridiculous. Like, over the top, unnaturally ridiculous. This gorgeous, pink-haired girl was making words come out of his mouth at an alarming, disconcerting rate.

It wasn't that he hadn't talked to girls before…well actually, technically, he hadn't really. I mean, unless you can count telling them to get lost or that they were annoying. But it was more the fact that he had never felt obliged to. Never wanted to.

There was a difference.

The difference? Simply, her.

None of those drooling, idiotic, annoying girls had been her.

None of them had the same petal colored hair that had to feel as soft and silky as it looked, even just as it was, in a messy, drooping ponytail.

None of them had such stunning, emotion-filled green eyes that redefined the color green.

None of them had smooth porcelain skin that had a faint pinkish glow across her cheekbones.

And none of them could look that good in a waitress' uniform—even if it was just a simple black skirt, black button up shirt, food stains and all, still seeming to highlight every curve of her body right down to her slender legs.

Those slender, creamy white legs that would look so good wrapped tight around his waist…

Bad thoughts…very bad thoughts…He shook his head slightly, attempting to clear it of the images that plagued it. Those steamy hot images of skin against skin…

Goddammit! Bad thoughts!

"Jesus fucking Christ." Her voice, even when she was swearing, flowed over him, unnaturally soothing, recreating those thoughts he was having of that very voice moaning his name over and over…

GODDAMMIT!!

Wait…she was swearing?

He looked down at her curiously, returning his attention to the subject of his thoughts. Her pouty lips were pulled into a small frown and her elegant eyebrows were furrowed in confusion and panic.

"Oh hell fucking no."

She was swearing again. He could feel the smirk worming its way up his lips. And she seemed so innocent too…

"What?" he asked, curiosity besting him.

"N-n-Nothing!" she gave another start, as if just realizing he was still standing there.

"You…You're new here, aren't you? I haven't seen you here before." He'd most definitely remember seeing her.

"Oh…uhmm…W-Well, I j-just started working here…two days ago?" the stuttering made her sound even more unsure of herself.

"You don't sound very positive there. How could you forget working here if it's been only two days?" he found himself secretly hoping, praying she wasn't a ditz.

"A-Are you assuming I'm a ditz?!"

Could she read minds? If she could that wasn't very good. Especially if every time he saw her he was given this particular view of her...you know, bent over on her hands and knees, the top three buttons of her black dress shirt undone showing off even more of that creamy china-white skin and just enough cleavage to make him want to tear the dark fabric off of her body for a full view of those gracious curves her current position was displaying quite nicely.

He frowned. He needed to stop noticing those things about the pink haired female in front of him. It was causing certain problems with his lower region that he'd have to deal with later.

"No. I think I was teasing you." bluntly, the words flew from his lips before he could anchor them back in.

His frown deepened. What was going on? Since when did he say things like that? Like blatant honest? Since when did he feel obliged to explain himself?

Maybe those shockingly green eyes emitted some form of truth ray? Should he avoid looking into them?

The lightest, tinkling of a laugh brought his attention back to the focus of his musings.

There was a flash of white as her full lips parted to reveal gleaming, straight pallid teeth in a small, amused smile.

"Let me get this straight-- you think me forgetting how long I've worked here is bad, when you don't even know if you were teasing or not?"

She stood then, shaking her head in disbelief, loose strands of pale pink swirling at the movement, and straightening her uniform. He noticed her head would just brush his chin. Well that fit perfectly for what he had in mind...

"Well someone's got issues."

"I think I liked you better when you were stuttering." Well that wasn't the complete truth. He liked both sides of her he was seeing. Feisty with a bit of innocence...

She was much too tempting for her own good.

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It's just so unfair... so unfair...

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"Y-yah well...I-I was only stuttering cause you surprised me!"

He swallowed hard. She had her arms crossed tightly across her chest, causing her breasts to strain against the thin material, her emerald eyes narrowed accusingly at him.

...

Much much too unfair, what she did to him...

...

That little problem with his lower region? Yah, that just got quite a lot worse. He'd have to deal with it much sooner than he had thought...

It was strange really, that she was affecting him like this. It wasn't like she was flashing him or anything (sadly, she wasn't...) and even if she had been it shouldn't make him feel like this. He had seen a woman's chest before (maybe not someone like hers) but really, come on, this was him of all people-- he had been flashed frequently...much too frequently for his liking.

Though if it had been her he wouldn't have minded in the least...

Turning into a pervert here... seriously, anytime now would be nice for these thoughts to just stop...

"So why'd you just stutter?" he asked, cocking his head as he observed her.

"I-I-I... I don't know!" she burst out, stomping her feet in a childish, frustrated manor that he found strangely cute. Her pale cheeks blazed with color and she pursed her lips with a disgruntled huff. "W-Well...Well you're stupid!" her pink tongue darted out from between her pouty lips in another childish action.

"Don't tempt me." his dark eyes narrowed, glinting at her unnoticed challenge to him, locked on the girl's tongue, wondering if she tasted as good as he knew she probably would.

"E-Eh? How...?" the bewildered look she threw him aided that innocent aura her wide almond shaped eyes gave off.

He wanted to show her, he really did...it was an overwhelming feeling, this need to just prove his point, accept her unknown challenge to him. It threatened to take over him, twisting his stomach into knots, muscles clenching. He wanted to take that one step that separated him from her and show her exactly what ideas seeing that tongue of hers gave him.

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Such bad, horribly incriminating thoughts you give me. Is this natural? Is this lust I feel pumping through my veins? Tell me, how do I make it stop? Maybe...just maybe if I wasn't so in love with you, from the very first time I met you, this wouldn't be happening then. Guess it's a little too late for that though. I don't think I'd trade you for the world ...but still...so unfair...so unfair...

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The smirk on his lips had to be covering at least half of his face by now. "I'll show you what I mean later," he promised with a slight nod of his head. He'd definitely be keeping that promise...

"Eh?! Who do you think you are?!" she demanded, finally catching onto his meaning, her cheeks flaring with color once more.

"Uchiha Sasuke. You?"

"Y-Yah well…up yours asshole!" she forced out heatedly, as if she wasn't quite sure what to say.

She threw down the rag she had clutched in her hand onto a table and stomped off behind the front counter, through a pair of doors he could only assume led to the kitchen.

He frowned. The pink haired girl hadn't told him her name. And after he went through all that trouble to flirt with her and tell her his name. The least she could do was return the favor.

Sasuke's shadowy eyes spotted his friend's girlfriend coming out of the very doors the green-eyed girl had entered, carrying a tray of coffee and muffins.

"Ino." He called, taking a step toward her.

The blond haired girl's head flicked in his direction and a smile filled her face. "Oh hey, Sasuke! Is Shika-kun with you?"

"No." he replied, with a small shake of his head. "But I was wondering—what's that new girl's name? The one with the pink hair?"

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The one that just stomped off with my heart? With the exquisite one-of-a-kind eyes…

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Ino cocked her head quizzically at him, blinking her blue eyes. "You mean Haruno Sakura?"

Sakura…He rolled the name over in his mind, picturing her long silky pink hair and delicate green eyes.

It suited her.

"Hn. Thanks." He turned on his heel and stalked out of the café, not bothering to order his usual black coffee with one sugar—the original reason for his going there in the first place. After all, he had every intention of continuing his regular comings to the café, though for an entirely new reason now….

"Eh? What'd he wanna know for?" muttered Ino, staring after the spiky, raven-haired boy. She frowned, contemplating, before realizing the irritated pink haired girl in the kitchen might have the answer.

Hurriedly, she set the tray of coffee and food down on its designated table then bolted for the kitchen.

Sakura had some explaining to do.

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