Azumi: Hai! Azumi (or thynameistea) here, just posting up a new story and this one will definitely be kept up on my account and I will finish it. :) I recently started college, for the first time, so updates are unknown for now. Until I get into the hang of things there won't be a set date or day I will update by, but I will do my best. Kunoichi's honor. Well, on with the story, oh and before I forget~

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Fire 'n Ice

Chapter 1: Music Stores & Cafe Madness

Teal eyes narrowed in frustration. She lost her again! Damn it! How the hell do you lose a girl with pink freaking hair?!

"Sakura, you're gonna be the death of me one of these days." The sandy blonde haired woman grumbled under her breath, slightly scaring the people around her, with her irritated aura.

"Temari?"

Teal eyes looked to the left and widened.

"Sh-Shikamaru!"

Sakura was happily wandering from store to store, oblivious to the fact that her shopping partner had been left behind several streets back. Humming the hit song that was currently the "in" thing, she walked past a music store. Eyes widening in excitement, she quickly back tracked and looked at all the window displays. Unable to contain herself, she quickly entered the store, a little bell jingled signaling that a potential customer had come through.

Walking through the store in awe, the eighteen year old girl made a bee line towards the music instruments. Specifically, the drum section. She passed all different styles of drums sets, the different sizes, how many attachments there were, and most importantly the quality of the sound when played.

As she lightly rapped her knuckles on each of the drums, she noticed a brown haired boy looking at the saxophones. But what really caught her attention, were the red, upside down triangles on his cheeks. They were unique, in a way, and she remembered seeing them somewhere, but not sure where exactly.

Before she could pursue the boy to question him, she felt her phone vibrate in her back pocket. Retrieving it, her eyes widened at the sight of the flashing name on her screen as the person called. Quickly she pressed her answer button and sped out of the store just as Temari started to screech in her ear about where the hell she was.

Ending the call minutes later, Sakura sadly glanced back at the store before making her way to the little cafe that Temari told, more like demanded, that she meet her at. It wouldn't be until she was in line with her sandy blonde haired friend, getting herself a nice hot cup of cocoa, that she would suddenly remember who that brown haired boy was.

Wide eyed, she allowed Temari to steer her into a booth in a far corner, away from the usual crowd.

"Temari," her voice was soft.

"Hm?" Temari acknowledged as she took a sip of her Earl Grey tea.

"I think I just saw Kiba from The Graduation."

Patting her friends back as she choked on her tea, Sakura waited until Temari could form coherent sentences without hacking.

"How ironic," she gasped. The teal eyed girl stared into Sakura's green eyes. "Because I just ran into Shikamaru."

Sakura gaped. "You mean your old crush from college?"

Temari nodded.

"The Shikamaru that went Suna college, captured your heart unknowingly, and is the lead singer of The Graduation?!" Sakura's voice had gotten a bit too loud as most of the girls who had overheard Temari and Sakura's conversation immediately crowded around their booth yelling, shoving, and squealing. Questions were thrown at the two as Sakura nervously gave Temari an apologetic look.

"If we ever escape from this alive, you will do both of our chores for the next two weeks!" Temari hissed as she glared at a girl who tried to grab one of her ponytails to get her attention.

"I think that is reasonable," Sakura squeaked out before she was roughly pulled to safety.

Unknown to her, Temari had also been saved, but the two girls were too shocked with who their saviors were to register the fact that they were being led to a dirt covered, dark green jeep, and riding away to who knows where.