Authors note:
Hello! My name is Ashley! I have actually written fanfictions before, but i have actually never posted them! Finally I got the balls to actually post one, so here it is! Please please please tell me what you guys think of this! I'd really like to be a great author that people would love to read a lot!
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Substance Therapy
I
Prologue
Pacing, pacing all across the home in which she had never even stepped foot in.
People were everywhere. Every corner you turned you had no personal space.
The music was loud enough to be heard perfectly to the neighbors, having rich neighbors must have been nice, but they didn't seem to mind.
The sway of the bodies, side to side, kept the tempo like a metronome and the words of "Who wants another shot!?" could be heard from the bar that was connected to the kitchen.
She was working on her third bitch beer, wine coolers were no where near enough to get the girl tipsy. She loved the thrill of parties. Parties always meant fun. Fun meant that she could let loose, she could step out of the shoes she built herself from her high exceptions.
She had been here for an hour already and there was still no sign of her loud mouthed best friend. The dumb blonde would never be found. Sighing, she saunters up to the bar, it seems as though the estate owner had hired the bartender from her favorite club to provide her with her need.
She was prepared for the drink Satoshi had provided to her. She needed this.
Satoshi had been her friend for a long while, seeing as how they had graduated together from Konoha West High School. Satoshi had been born and raised into a family of its own duty. With Satoshi's father being clinically ill after Satoshi had graduated, Satoshi wound up taking up the family's club. She always felt bad, he had dreams of becoming a doctor as well. She knew he would have been the best neurosurgeon around.
Slipping to a spot at the bar looked to be almost impossible, however luckily for her, one of the guys had received a phone call and headed to the door drink in hand showing no signs of returning to his throne. She slinked her way into the spot. Jackpot. She was set for the night.
Satoshi noticed the new face, noticing it was her he quickly threw her a smirk and made his way to her, her Appletini already in hand just the way she liked it.
She nodded a thanks to him and he was pulled away to another being calling for their substance therapy.
It had been about 20 minutes since she had sat at the bar. While she was scoping the crowd for her blonde sidekick, she found that some of the haze of people have cleared, leaving her to find the girl making out with a man that she had never seen before. The man sported a pair of lazy jeans, some black converse, and a perfect fit band tee. She knew that this was a perfect match for her girl.
The man that sat at the bar beside her distracting her as he gets up and drops his wallet after tipping Satoshi.
The wallet landed next to her foot.
She bent down to pick it up, seeing as how it was closer to her than the gentleman.
"Hey, here you go!" She yells over the music that is still going strong.
It was like everything moved in slow motion, she didn't believe in all that fairy tail love story bullshit. After all, she knew reality at its fullest.
Her head rises, meeting his piercing gaze.
His hand reaches out for the wallet. His arms are scarred, barely showing through his baseball tee.
The scent of musky cologne and body wash hit her nose like she hit a brick wall head on.
His hand is gone almost as fast as it grabbed the wallet.
"Hn."
She looks back at him.
Hazy green clashes with glazed onyx.
The man turns away and starts to head for the door. She stands there in shock. Never before has she seen a man as flawless as him. Despite his model like looks, she see something she thought she would never see again in someone, the same empty look she sees within herself.
Satoshi then leans over the bar, "Bye Sasuke, thanks again!" The man, Sasuke, had tipped him.
Sasuke then holds up to fingers to Satoshi signaling this acknowledgement.
"How do you know him Satoshi?" she blinks. She's too tipsy for this.
"He is a regular at the club, him and his rambunctious friends. He normally tips well to compensate for the clean up hassles." Satoshi's pleasant smile was contagious.
"Hmmm."
"Oh no, not you too?" Satoshi is starting to fade away.
It's almost time to leave. "Oh gosh, well you should head home dear. Did you want me to walk you home?"
She shakes her head no, she shakes her head to rid this "Sasuke" out of her mind.
"Mkay, well call me when you make it home?"
She agrees and heads out. She regrets coming without a driver.
As she walks to the end of the never ending sidewalk leading from the front of the home, he's there in all his glory.
"Your name?" She is getting to her point of exhaustion, her mind must be playing tricks on her.
She looks to his eyes again. The dazzling onyx is now a ruby red. She gasps, blinks, and its gone. It is then that she realizes that he is talking to her.
"Umm…my name, my name is Sakura."
They stand there motionless. His black locks floating in a dance in the wind with her pink.
"Well Sakura," his words come out in purrs. "Please allow me to escort you home." He is convincing in his ways. She can tell from the get go, drunk or not, this man is dangerous. This man is going to break her heart.
She gathers her thoughts in her 6 second span.
"Maybe now is not a good time sir-"
"Sasuke, Uchiha Sasuke."
"Ah yes, Sasuke."
He takes a step to her. "You are going to be followed home by the man that sat next to me at the bar. Please, I'm an officer." He pulls out his wallet and shows her a badge. Its real, she knows. His wallet was too heavy for it to not be a real badge. Now she feels let down, she knew better then this. Men never made her life easy.
He extends his hand to her to take, she is unsure of his intentions.
"Trust me."
These words bring swords to her chest.
It's not his fault. Trust him.
Trust him
She takes his hand.
They proceed to walk to the parking lot. As they walk home she hears footsteps behind them. The man that was at the bar, just as Sasuke had said, walked past them in a hurry.
After getting to Sasuke's car, he is convinced that she can walk home safe.
As they exchange a parting look she gets the courage to send him a quick thank you and turns to leave.
"No, thank you Sakura."
Sasuke then shuts the door to his black Porsche 911 Carrera, cranks the engine and is then gone.
Sakura stands there for a moment trying to collect what has happened within her last few 3 hours. Her petal pastel hair flying around her with the sudden gust of winds. She then turns and runs towards her home, hoping that there will be nothing else stopping her from embracing her bed.
End I.