Prologue:
Naruto tells me I'm whipped. I tell him he's a fucking idiot.
Her name is Sakura Haruno. She stands in the middle of KH's gym, serene and beautiful, clipboard in hand and pen tucked behind her ear, ordering around the whole football team; pointing in the direction she wants Shikamaru and Neji to place the large table and orders Kiba and Sai to fix the overhead lights. She looks like an angel with the pink hair and impossibly emerald eyes, in that dark-colored summery dress that contrasts with her creamy skin. No one here's got anything on her, and she's absolutely beautiful.
But don't let it fool you. This crazy, possibly psychotic, determined, stubborn, reckless, perfect mess of a girl intoxicates you, entices you and makes you fall in love with her. So be careful and save yourself the trouble before it's too late.
She suddenly turns around then, and smiles as her gaze turn to me, and her eyes even brighten, if that's even possible.
She smiles that perfect smile again, and gives me a little, perfect wave, and with every other perfect thing she does, my heart leaps at the fact that she's smiling, and she's smiling because of me, and at me.
Goddamn it. Think I've long crossed the point of being saved.
So this was short. Like, really short. I know and I'm really, really guilty about it. But don't worry, this was just the prologue, something to get the story going, and I'm not into writing really short chapters - ever. So the next ones will be longer, of course.
That was Sasuke's POV, in case you couldn't tell.
And I'm going to update AN OVERDUE VISIT soon; everything I start is going to be finished. And this is a new idea and I'm having so much fun writing this story, I hope you guys like it.
I go for requests and ideas for different stories, so get at me with those, alright?
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See you around. XOXO, lovelies.