A/N: I've been trying to write all night. I've worked on three other stories and just can't decide which I'd rather work on. Here goes.

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Shirts. Chapter 1.

Lunar's Cafe was a local coffee shop in town. To the theme of purple, this cafe was just hipster enough to not scare the hipsters away.

Not only that, it was the popular meet-up destination for dreamer, Sakura Haruno, and her advisor, Sasuke Uchiha.

He hadn't really offered to be her advisor for this, he was really just sort of forced into it. And now here he was, sitting at a dark purple booth, watching her pull a T-shirt out of a box. This was the fifth time this week. It was Tuesday.

"Okay, so I know I've pulled you in here a lot, but I'm sure this one's going to be the best."

"I don't mind, as long as you're the one paying for whatever we end up eating here."

Sakura sat down across from him, holding the folded up white shirt in her right hand.

"I'll thank you for helping me later, Sasuke. But right now, I need your help."

"What is this even for?"

She sighed.

"I've already said this, but I guess I can say it again. I'm entering a T-shirt making contest - best one gets made into a shirt, and the creator gets a job as a fashion designer. Not a very high-up-there fashion designer, but just enough to get my name out there. And that's my dream. So, are you ready to see this shirt?"

Sasuke shook his head.

"No, I'm not, to be honest. Another lame line on another white shirt."

"That's all we're allowed to do."

She stood up, and unfolded the shirt.

"Ta-da!" she yelled.

Sasuke read it.

"'I make nice babies.'"

"Isn't it great?"

He looked back at her, and narrowed his eyes to see if she was messing with him. She wasn't, so he looked back at the shirt.

"When you make these, do you actually think anyone would wear them?"

"I'd wear this," she said defensively, holding the shirt against herself. "I mean, I think it's hilarious. And a great ice breaker, too. Boys and girls could wear it. And you could wear it on dates, to make sure your boyfriend didn't try anything on you because the whole time, he'd be thinking about babies. And boys don't have sex for babies."

"They do when they're married."

"And then they divorce after a few years. Clearly, they don't want babies."

This was going nowhere.

"Sakura," he muttered. "Unless you can come up with something actually funny, you're not going to win."

She started to say something back, but then slouched back into the chair.

"Oh, who am I kidding...it's worthless."

She watched people leave and enter the cafe.

"I don't get it! I'm so funny in school. Everyone loves me, as far as I know. So why can't I just put something funny on a shirt?"

Sasuke decided to humor her.

"Well, you are asking me to judge if a shirt's actually funny or not. I don't ever laugh at anything."

"That's the point! You never laugh! If I can make you laugh, I can make anyone laugh!" she yelled, placing her head in her hands.

Sasuke groaned.

"Sasuke? Can you at least give me a piece of helpful advice on this?"

"You want me to write your shirt for you?"

"N-no! I just- I just wanted a pointer on this, is all. What do people think is truly funny?"

"I'd tell you," he replied, standing up. "But then, you'd find a way to make it not funny. You want humor? Originality is humor."

He took the last sip of his smoothie and left, without another word. She sighed, and put the shirt back in the box.

"And I really thought I had him this time..."

She looked around, and then got an idea.

"I'll show him."

It should be said by now, so here it is: Sakura worked at Lunar's Cafe. She all but lived there, actually. She was just trying to make a living, but it was hard around this town. Konoha was a growing place. She knew that if she didn't get out soon, she'd never make it out alive. She tried stand up comedy before, but gave up on it after her immense fear of stage fright attacked her in the middle of a joke.

Of course, she escaped that one by making it seem like her panic-attack was a part of the joke. It was strange, but people laughed.

She'd always made her own shirts, and one day recently she was approached by a man while she was working. Her shirt read "I'm Wearing Deodorant Today". He got a kick out of it, and asked her if she'd heard of the contest.

Everyone always loved her ideas. Everyone but Sasuke.

But she had an idea.

"Ready, Sasuke?"

"No."

"Ta-da!"

She showed him today's shirts.

"This one says 'Breasts' on it. Is that all it's supposed to say?"

She dropped her draw.

"Y-yes?"

"Make it longer. Give it reason. A random shirt that says 'Breasts'-"

"Isn't going to get me anywhere," she answered, sighing. "You want it longer?"

"Yes."

"Sakura, this one says "I like breasts. Are you trying to tell me something?"

"NO! It's for boys, stupid!"

"And this one says, 'I like 'em long.' Except, long has twelve o's in it."

"For girls?"

"Rather promiscuous, if I may say so myself."

"'There are words on my boobs'. Really? Why do so many of your shirts have something to do with boobs?"

"They're funny!"

"Since when? If anyone wore this, it would honestly make breasts less attractive. And there's a lack of nice boobs out there. I'd hate to see someone with nice boobs wearing this."

She looked off into space, like she was deep in thought.

"What are you thinking?" he asked.

"What makes a boob nice? Other than size?"

"...wow. For a smart person, you're pretty damn stupid."

She slammed her head on the table.

"Well?" he asked. "Aren't you going to show me a shirt?"

"Mmmmmfffff."

"Why'd you invite me here if you're not going to show me anything?"

She sighed.

"I have a list of quotes I was planning on putting on shirts. Between paying for your meals here, and buying white T-shirts, I'm broke. So, I just want you to tell me if any of those are good."

He nodded, and scanned through them. Then, he sat the paper down.

"Well?" she asked.

He shook his head.

"How much longer is this contest?" he asked.

"Ten days."

He combed his fingers through his hair and pulled out his wallet. He handed her a twenty dollar bill.

"Keep the change."

"You're paying?"

"The deal was, you show me a shirt, and I pay. There was no shirt today."

He left again. She checked for a receipt, and didn't find anything.

"Wait a minute," she said to herself. "He didn't even buy anything..."

She looked at the paper to see any marks he could have left.

There were none.

"Sasuke," she groaned once more. "You jerk."

She crumpled the paper up and headed off to do the last load of dishes for the night.

End-of-Chapter Notes: I've actually thought about making T-shirts before. Most of the designs said were designs I had in mind. Of course, I got out of that quickly. Becuase a shirt that says "There are words on my boobs" is probably not going to go over to well in America, land of the cencored.

Next chapter will probably look more into her social life, and back into the T-shirts. It will be more around 2,000 words.

Until next time!