Ohai~

Thank you for taking a chance with reading my story. To be honest, it's been a while since I've written any stories for Fanfiction so I'm a bit rusty. Please excuse any errors as I warm up. Though, if it's really bad, feel free to PM me. Please let me know how the story goes!

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Burn me if you like! I don't mind.

I don't own any rights of the characters! Also, this is inspired by a movie I had seen years ago. I don't remember the name but bits of the plot.

Without further adieu, please enjoy!

It was a start of a beautiful day! The sun had risen, shinning through the windows of the room. It was a warm spring day without a cloud in the sky!

BZZZZT…

"Good morning! The weather in this beautiful town is currently at 72. A perfect morning! Throughout the day, expect the weather to dip around the low 60's. We'll be cloud free till about 8pm tonight. Now. Back to the music!"

"Nice to meet you, where you been?

I could show you incredible things

Magic, madness, heaven, sin

Saw you there and I thought

Oh my god, look at that face

You look like my next mistake

Love's a game, wanna play?"

SLAM

There was a pause. Groaning, the hand reached out for the alarm once more. Grasping tightly, the poor alarm was thrown across the room, hitting the wall with a loud bang. But, that didn't stop anyone from sleeping in the room. Curling back in, the female sighed softly in relief. She snuggled into her sheets, enjoying the warmth they provided.

But, then, she felt an itch. A growing itch that started at her feet. Her lips pressed together in irritation. Usually, a morning itch was something that she could ignore. The more sleep, the better. If she didn't have work, she would sleep till her heart's content.

The itch continued to grow.

Touch me~ I'm so itchy. Oh, please! Make me feel better.

She groaned, sitting up. Cursing her foot, she stretched, her nails grazing over the toes. She curled her fingers, digging the nails in. This better fix it. Continuing to itch, she noticed how, even with her fingers touching the foot, she never felt it. In fact, the itch was still growing, begging to be satisfied.

Cursing once more, she used both hands.

For fuck's sake. Just stop. I want to sleep, ya hear me?

Eyes still closed, the female failed to notice someone shift in the bed. The shift wasn't her, either. After itching her foot for a good minute, she finally decided to open her eyes. Eyelids parting, emerald green orbs looked forward. She squinted, glancing at her foot.

That's not mine, right? That's too big to be mine, right?!

She started to wake up. Tilting her head, she inspected the foot. Her hands lowered, falling over her blanket-covered legs. As she continued to wake up, she realized that there was a heat by her side. Finally, the female blinked a few times, taking in detail of the bed.

A body shot up. She watched in horror as a beautiful male sat up, his eyes still shut. He reached forward, scratching the foot she had touched. Satisfied, he fell back down, snuggling into the sheets. She looked over, observing his features. He has handsome, that was for sure.

How does he have hair silkier then mine?

His face is pimple free. How in the fuck?

Wait, he had abs. I so saw abs!

Wait…Wait…

IS HE NAKED NEXT TO ME?

Realization hit her. She looked down at herself, noting that she was still wearing her bra. The red cups had pushed her breasts up; they nearly spilled over when she slept. She gulped, grasping the sheets.

Oh I didn't. I couldn't have!

She lifted her sheets, glancing down. Her matching underwear was still on. Breathing a sigh of relief, she set the blanket down. The male, in response, grabbed at the sheet. He tugged, pulling it away from her form.

That bastard!

She glared at him, her fingers tightening into fists. Now, she was getting cold. Now, she was losing sleep. Breathing in and out, she tried to calm herself. She tried to focus. Was he naked underneath the sheets?

Ugh! I don't want to shop for new sheets now. I just got these!

Grasping the covers, she picked them up. She shut her eyes, holding the sheets up. After a moment, she finally glanced. Silk dark boxers covered his lower torso. She breathed a sigh of relief, dropping her blanket once more.

Still, that doesn't change the fact that we might have! Oh, no no no. This asshole will not continue to sleep in my bed!

Finally grasping the situation, she parted her lips. Her voice started, creating the loudest scream she could muster. Her cheeks turned red, green eyes coated with rage.

"GET THE FUCK OUT, YOU PERVERT!"

The male jumped, startled in his sleep. He rolled, falling off the bed, sheet following. Groaning, he sat up, confused. She sat up in her bed, pointing at him.

"I SAID, GET THE FUCK OUT!"

He looked up in horror. Scrambling for his things (that were spread throughout the whole god damn room), he ran for the door. She continued to scream, crawling out of the bed. She didn't care for this beautiful man meat before her. Whoever he was, he was not welcome in her lovely home.

"Hold on," he started, sliding on his shirt. She shook her head, shoving him towards the door. No, she wouldn't have any of it.

"I don't care!" she replied, "I don't care who you are! I don't care how you got here; just get out. You defiled me, you pervert!"

"I…I don't even remember!" he replied, eyes narrowing. She started to remember he was taller and stronger for sure. His muscles flexed with every move. It was so distracting; her cheeks flushed once again. "Now, listen here. Don't talk to me like that."

"You're in my house!" she replied, throwing her hands up. He arched a brow, looking over her features.

"So, that's how you treat guests. Half-naked and yelling?"

"You're not a guest! OUT!"

She shoved him again, causing him to fall back against her door. He cursed under his breath, realizing he wasn't getting anywhere. Opening the door behind him, he ran out, clothes still in hand. He left the apartment room in his shirt and boxers.

"Oh, what a handsome man! She's so lucky!"

He looked over, spotting neighbors. His pale skin turned pink as he sprinted. He dug into his pant's pocket, searching for care keys. He'd been humiliated enough.

On the other side of the door, she stood. Breathing in and out, she tried to calm herself. Then, she started to pace. Cursing with each step, she hardly noticed the time. It wasn't till she felt the chill of her air conditioner did she notice. Glancing around, she caught sight of the clock.

"And now I'm fucking dead!" she screamed, running into her room. Tripping over her clothes from last night, the female slammed her fist onto the ground. She jumped up, running into her closet. "Now is not the time! I'm awake, I'm hungry and I'm late."

As she put on a black pencil skirt and cream blouse, she sprinted for the door. Purse in hand, she grabbed her heeled shoes, leaving her apartment. Food would have to wait. Her hair and possibly smell (ew), would have to wait. Leaving her apartment building, she ignored her giggling neighbor. Bouncing as she slid on her heels, she looked forward onto the bustling street.

There! A cab!

She flagged them down, jumping right in as he stopped.

"Kohona Medical Center, please!" she said, "And quickly! I'm late."

As the cab driver bounded onward, she went through her purse. Pulling out a compact, she glanced at her face. Her skin was still clean but the make-up around her eyes had smudged. Grabbing a tissue out of her purse, she started to wipe away at the dark eye shadow and matching eyeliner.

I'm going to present my thesis without makeup! She'll so notice!

Lifting the compact, she glanced at her hair. Pink tendrils were messy but not too bad. Dropping the mirror back into her bag, she fished out a hair tie. Hair into a tight ponytail, she leaned back, closing her eyes.

What if we had sex? What if I'm pregnant? I'm so not ready for this!

As the cab driver dropped her off (after getting a nice tip!), she ran inside. Running past the receptionist and into a large medical office to the right. Sakura dropped her purse by the entrance. She grabbed her lab coat, running over to her station.

Right. Just gotta pick off from where I stopped. Work time. Nothing else matters. Get it done before my boss kills me. Though, if she does, I won't have to worry about babies. That kinda sounds good right now…

"A good time to be late, yes?"

Really good, now that I'm thinking about it. I won't have to hear about this from my neighbor. Her loud mouth will so talk to my family. I won't have to hear it from them.

"Still daydreaming I see…"

"Oh. What?" she said. Sitting up, she dropped her pen, letting it plop onto her notes. Green eyes shifted over to her supervisor. The well-endowed woman arched a brow, leaning a manicured hand over the desk.

"Why don't we have a talk in my office, Miss Haruno Sakura?"

Fuck whoever that guy is. If I found out who the baby daddy is, I am so killing him.

I hope you all enjoyed the beginning of this story. Since this is a prologue, it will be a bit short. Later chapters will pick up. I should be updating in about a week or so.

Questions, comments or concerns? Feel free to review!

Thank you reading. Till next time!

Best,

DarthVaderCat