Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or Katy Perry... Yet.
You gotta help me out,
It's all a blur last night...
-Waking Up In Vegas by Katy Perry
Pain. It can be defined in many ways, from the raw, flash of agony that accompanies a burn, to the aching sensation that comes from heartbreak. Pain is a universal feeling.
But this, this excruciating pain that emanated from her skull, was not a feeling she was familiar with.
'This must be a hangover.' Sakura thought wryly as she contemplated just curling up in a ball and drifting back to sleep. She couldn't even begin to imagine how her boss, Tsunade, dealt with her near constant hangover. Being a doctor, Sakura knew that Tsunade knew what she was doing to her body with her excessive drinking, and she and Shizune, Tsunade's assistant, constantly reminded her when she came in to work—
'Shit! I was supposed to work today!' Sakura thought in panic as she jolted upright in bed; an action which she immediately regretted.
'Note to self: never do that again.' Sakura groaned as she fought to keep down the remnants of whatever she'd last eaten, which she discovered with no little amount of unease, she couldn't remember exactly what that was, or anything from the previous night for that matter.
On second thought, why hadn't her alarm clock woken her up? She set it so that it would wake her promptly at 7 am, because tardiness was something Sakura had always abhorred.
"I blame that on Kakashi.' She thought sleepily, but all thoughts of her former teacher were pushed to the corner of her mind when she opened her eyes and took in her surroundings.
'Okay. This definitely isn't my room'
Sakura had always liked to think that she was a very rational and cool-headed person. During her childhood, she might have had a slight temper, but now, at the age of 21, she had confidence in her ability to remain calm even in the most stressful of situations. After all, she is a doctor. But this situation was enough to make even her lose her cool.
'Stay calm, Sakura,' she scolded herself internally, there was no use panicking. First things first, she needed to find out where she was. And what the hell had happened last night.
But all rational thought flew out the window the moment she heard a pained groan, followed by the sounds of someone stirring from the bed; a deep, very male groan.
'Okay. Now is when I start to panic.'
Sasuke was never really one for the party scene, which was rare for a guy his age.
At the ripe old age of 21, Sasuke found the whole party scene to be extremely dull and repetitive. Sure, for a while back when he was going through his 'rebellious stage', as his mother called it, he'd experimented with all that stuff. Drugs, sex, alcohol, you know. Therefore, Sasuke was not new to the feeling of a hangover.
'Not that it's a feeling I particularly enjoy,' Sasuke thought sarcastically as he began to awaken. He had no idea what time it was, but he knew his mother had most likely already called 10 times worrying about him. She had never really liked the idea of Sasuke living alone, and constantly called in to check up on him. And Sasuke didn't like to make his mother worry.
Not that Sasuke would ever admit that to anyone. The almighty Sasuke Uchiha, a mama's boy. Definitely not, and especially not to that idiot Naruto.
Now that he thought about it, Sasuke realized that it was all Naruto's fault he even had to deal with this hangover, since it was Naruto's idea to go out in the first place.
Once Sasuke got up and showered (and called his mother), he'd have to pay Naruto a little...visit.
Sasuke groaned as the throbbing in his temples increased as he tried to get up. Before his shower he'd definitely need to grab some Advil. There must be some in the bathroom somewhere...
A startled gasp wrenched him from his thoughts, but before he could contemplate the origin of the gasp, he was hit square in the face by a very solid object.
'Definitely gonna need some Advil.' Sasuke thought before he promptly blacked out.
Sakura had always loved lists. They were so organized and easy to understand. Sakura was a firm believer that you could get anything accomplished if you were organized and went about it the right way. So she made lists. And desperate times call for desperate measures. So she made a list.
1) Was convinced by Ino-pig to go out and have some fun for once. (And look where that got me.)
2) Consumed way too much alcohol.
3) Woke up in an unknown room with an unknown stranger.
4) Knocked out said stranger with a lamp.
Sakura was officially panicking. It's one thing to wake up in a hotel room and not remember how you got there. It's another thing to wake up in a hotel room with a man and not remember how you got there. So when this unknown stranger started to wake up, Sakura did the first thing she could think of.
She threw the nearest object at him. (Which just so happened to be a lamp.)
The dark haired stranger was hit straight in the face and toppled backwards onto the floor.
Sakura stood there in shock as she contemplated what to do. Should she make a run for it? Should she make sure he was alright? She bit her lip as she debated what to do. In the end, her compassionate side won out, and she crept around the side of the bed to check up on the stranger.
He laid spread eagle on the floor, with the beginnings of what she could tell was going to be a fairly large and painful lump on his forehead. The medical side of her took over as she moved him back onto the bed and assessed his condition. The lump had started to turn a sickly blackish-purple colour, but other than that, it looked to be a relatively superficial wound. She'd have to get something cold to put on it to keep the swelling down. She checked his vitals and his pupils, trying to rule out a concussion. She would have to wait until he woke up to completely assess any other damage she'd caused, but from what she could tell, the stranger was going to be fine.
Sakura sat back with a relieved sigh as she realized she wouldn't have to deal with a murder charge. Patients don't take too kindly to doctors with criminal records.
Now that the stranger (and possible threat) had been dealt with, Sakura had a chance to fully take in her surroundings.
A small room with dull beige walls was what greeted her. There was a minimal amount of furniture in the room. There was the double bed on which the stranger laid and a wooden chair where Sakura sat. Two matching tables were put on either side of the bed, each equipped with a lamp— 'Well, they each used to have a lamp,' Sakura thought guiltily—the table that still had its lamp also held the hotel phone. There was only one other piece of furniture in the room, which was a small wooden dresser that looked like it was meant for clothing and blankets. The room had only one window, which was covered in dark brown curtains that looked to be made of the same material as the bedspread. There were two doors, one lead to what Sakura guessed was the bathroom, and the other was obviously the exit, if the little peephole on the door was anything to go by.
All in all, it was a fairly boring room, but Sakura had had enough excitement for one day thank you very much.
Sakura was also pleased to note that she had all her clothes on from the previous night, as did the stranger. Her dress was rumpled, and she didn't even want to think about what her hair looked like, but she seemed to be in one piece. From what she could tell she even had all of her jewelery. Her necklace and her ring—
'Wait a second... I wasn't wearing a ring last night...' Sakura's eyes widened as she took in the innocent looking gold band on her left ring finger. Sakura fumbled around on the bed until she found the stranger's left hand.
"Please no, please no." She prayed to any God that listened, screwing her eyes up tightly in dread. She slowly peeked one eye open and examined the stranger's hand.
A matching gold band winked up at her, almost as if it was mocking her, from the stranger's— no, her husband's— left ring finger.
"I knew I should have gone to church more often."
End of Chapter 1.
So here's the beta-ed version. Now it's not riddled with grammatical errors. Yay!
So, I hope this wasn't a complete waste of your time. This is my first fic, so please be nice.
This is going to be a multi-chapter story, though I have no idea how long it's going to be.
Constructive criticism is welcomed. As are reviews. (^_^)
This story was inspired by the song Waking Up In Vegas by Katy Perry.
