Pairings:

Ex-SasuSaku/ Clash Shipping

SasuNaru/ Magnet Shipping

I accidentally deleted the original opening for this fic. Essentially it said that this fic was inspired by Fall Out Boy which I love as well as one of Demi Lovato's songs. This fic is very dramatic, especially in the later chapters. I don't think it'll last much long than fifteen chapters.

Summary:

Who knew that even angels could create such wicked schemes? Certainly not Sasuke.

Warnings: Language, song-fic, SasuNaru, quite a bit OCCness from Naruto, and AU.

The lyrics at the end are from Fall Out Boy's "Just One Yesterday". I don't own.

Original song lyrics to "Sadness and Sorrow" belong to me.

'Thoughts.'

"Speech."

Just One Yesterday

Part 1

~ I don't know where you're going, but do you got room for one more troubled sou- ~

"I don't know who this is, but-"

"Sasuke-kun! You finally answered my call."

'-groan- Should've checked the caller ID.'

"Sakura... it's three in the morning. why the he-"

"Sasuke-kun, you promised you would call me the moment you came back to Konoha. Obviously, I didn't get a phone call!"

"Sakura, my plane had arrived at around one this morning; I was trying to be considerate and let you sleep and call you in the morning like a normal pers-"

"Who fucking cares?! You were still supposed to call me... Unless you had some whore you wanted to fuck waiting for you at your penthouse!"

'...Excuse me?'

"What are-"

"Don't lie to me, Uchiha Sasuke. Some boyfriend you are."

"Sakura, I don't know how or why you have come to that conclusion, but-"

"No! No more excuses! I'm tired of you pushing me behind everyone else. We don't see each other as much as we used to, and when we do, we rarely kiss. I am not nor will I ever be second or third or fourth in the list of your priorities! I don't give a flying damn who it is, but you need to forget them and focus on me."

"..."

"-slightly heavy gasping-"

"Sakura. I will only say this once and you have better listen."

"Eh?"

"Yes, I have been busy. I had a just released a new album and went on an international tour all over the five great countries in the course of six months. In that time period, I spent at least one week being sick with the flu, a month with a sore throat, and now I'm currently recovering from a head cold. During that entire time, you would call me and talk non-stop and complain about Ino's new dress, or about how Hinata is having a secret affair with one of her bodyguards, or how Temari is going to this and that event. Never once did you actually ask if I was feeling or how I'm doing or was the tour going well. We were even in the same city for about two days, but you never visited the hotel I was staying at. You didn't try to organize a place and time we could meet at once you found out we were in the same city. You've given me the impression that you don't truly care at all."

"A-t-that's not true!"

"Name a time."

"Wha-"

"Name. A. Time."

"Uh... well, there was that... uh, maybe that one time... no... but that on-"

"Face it Sakura. You've never asked. Now, please tell me exactly why you called me at three in the morning to gripe about my not giving you any attention and dictate my life when you don't appear to care about my well-being."

"But... you-you can't pin everything on me!"

"You're right. I do have my own fault in this, but what I have done seems small in comparison to you. What happened to you Sakura? You used to be amazing; caring, honest, and understanding. All traits that made me fall in love you had been replaced by pettiness, selfishness, and barely letting me talk or speak my piece when you make an absurd assumption such as my 'cheating' on you with almost no proof to back it up. You have changed Sakura, and not in a good way."

"...W-what are you trying to say? That we should break-up?!"

"That's exactly it."

"W-wha, wait a minute! You can't do that!"

"It's already been done, but just in case, I say we should break up. We don't 'click' like we used to, it's not you it's me, and I've fallen out of love with you, ectera, ectera..."

"You- you asshole!"

"If that is all you have to say, I'm hanging up. Don't bother calling this number again; I'm changing my phone number."

"Hey, wait, Sas-"

-click-

The door to an apartment opened and closed with a slight groan. Its owner groaned with it, exhausted. As soon as it was closed, he leaned against it, closing his eyes and shielding cerulean eyes from the world.

He was a song writer who's muse was trapped in a cage, people wouldn't and didn't enjoy his lyrics or at least that's what he's always told by his boss. It didn't matter the subject or the tempo of the song, his boss simply refused to let him meet a client. Naruto was tempted to quit and find another place of work, but times were rough. When money gets tight, people were not likely to hire people like him. He was better off where he was, for he would at least get a stable income from just being there.

Sighing, he pushed himself off his door, pulling off his coat and placing it over his couch. He was about to walk over to his kitchen to make some dinner when his phone started to vibrate in his pocket. He jumped, surprised at the sudden movement before digging his hand into his pocket and pulling his phone out. He hoped to god it wasn't his boss again, the last conversation they had didn't go too well...

Running a hand through his disheveled, blond hair, he answered his phone.

"Hello?" He greeted cautiously. He hadn't checked the caller ID, a mistake that has cost him his pride and a good relationship with his boss in the past. However, he was impatient. The simple act of looking at the caller ID before answering almost never crosses his mind, unfortunately.

A hoarse, feminine voice answered him almost timidly. "Naruto?"

"Ah-Sakura-chan?" Naruto replied, slightly astounded by the way she had answered. He furrowed his eyebrows as he went to lie on his couch. Even though it's been at least a week since they last talked, it was hard to recognize her voice. She was always so confident, as a super model should be, and never allowed anyone to see or hear her cry. Something was up.

"Are you okay?" Sakura sniffled a little before she said anything.

"Sasuke-kun broke up with me..." Naruto took his ear away from his phone and stared at it, unsure if he was hearing his best friend correctly.

After a second was given to thought, he brought it back to his ear. "What?"

"You heard me!" She snapped, sounding more like herself. Naruto wasn't entirely sure if he should be relieved by this, though. However, the situation pissed him off. This was the guy his best friend had been crying over for the last few months? The guy who had been practically ignoring her whenever she tried to talk to him or meet up with? Now he had just broken up with her out-of-the blue?!

"Where does he normally practice and record songs at?"

"E-eh?!" Sakura made a raspy sound in surprise at the sudden change.

"Where does he normally practice and record songs at?"

"Um, I believe... it's Senju Recording Studios." The blond nodded to no one, mentally storing that information away. He knew where the asshole would most likely be tomorrow.

"Uh... Naruto, what are you-"

"Don't worry about it, Sakura-chan. I got it." Naruto interrupted.

"Eh...?"

"We'll meet at Ichiraku's at around five in the afternoon, ok?"

"...Sure...? Uh... bye, Naruto...?"

"See ya."

-click-

It was a new day... or rather later on that day.

Sasuke was at Senju Recording Studios with his manager, Kakashi Hatake, looking over his next album. However, Kakashi believed something had transpired recently in Sasuke's life because the young man of twenty-three years was rather unfocused and had nodded absently to almost everything the workers in the studio had said or asked. Under the guise of taking a simple break, Kakashi had led Sasuke out of the studio and into the hallway for a private talk.

Sitting in a comfy, coconut brown chair a few feet away from Sasuke in his own chair with a wooden coffee table with bottles of water on them, Kakashi looked over him.

Sasuke shifted a little in his black, skin-tight jeans that were slightly worn on the knees. His red jean jacket covered up the shoulders of the long-sleeve black shirt he was wearing. It had the words 'No Love City' on top of a heart in gratified wording. Sasuke's left hand had a black wristband with the words 'Tears Will Lift You Up' stitched on to it in white lettering. His shoes were plain black sneakers. Kakashi thought Sasuke's sense of style was adorable.

His own clothing was more relaxed than he would normally let it be (blue jeans with a blue jacket), but after such a long and tiring tour, this was one of the rare times where he'd let it slide. As usual, a black face mask covered his nose and mouth and his silver hair hid his left eye. His own eyes were dark brown.

"So," Sasuke flicked his eyes towards Kakashi, but nothing more. "... Are you okay, Sasuke?"

The other didn't say anything, but he did take a sip of his water bottle. Something was wrong. "Sasuke, did something happen between you and Sakura?"

The other's left eye twitched a little. It was the smallest of movement and shouldn't have been able to tell much about Sasuke. But to Kakashi, it told an entire 400 page book.

"... How'd she take the break-up?" Better to be direct because if he attempted to beat around the bush, Sasuke would do the same and he was not in the mood for a headache.

"Don't know. Don't care." The other took another sip, most likely pretending his water was alcohol. He even frowned slightly at the taste, as if he was feeling the sting of alcohol for the first time. Kakashi knew that would be a lie, however.

"Well, if you're letting it affect your work, then you must do care."

The other was silent for a while and the gray-haired man allowed this silence. Sasuke would talk to him when he felt ready to.

"I just... thought she would be different. That she was really what she looked to be." And it looked to be that he was ready now. Kakashi could've shaken his head. Sasuke was always one to fall hard and fast and had trouble getting out of the abandoned ditch that was left behind.

He placed a hand on the others shoulder, making Sasuke look up at him, his onyx eyes clouded with melancholy. It made Kakashi's heart pang a little, seeing the person that he had helped to raise was feeling so down because of that woman.

He had never liked Sakura too much. She seemed so focused on putting on a good show and always on the drama that she seemed to have lost herself in the process. Her emotions seemed practiced, a spectacular performance by one of the greatest models in the history of the five great countries. The romantic feelings for Sasuke that she confessed to having seemed forced and more unbelievable with each passing minute.

With that in mind, Kakashi patted Sasuke on the back. "Don't worry about her. If she couldn't see what she was doing wrong, then you don't need to be in a relationship with her."

Sasuke didn't answer, but the gray-haired man could tell that he was thinking a little on what he was saying. Glad for that, he stood up and moved toward the door to the studio, Sasuke silently following after. As they came closer to the wooden door, they started to notice a large amount of people were shouting and loud footsteps headed right towards them.

In the middle of the hallway, they paused. Sasuke looked around the brownish-orange painted walls and dark brown carpet. Next to them was a large cavity that held the chairs that they had sat on, some more armchairs of the same brown color as theirs. A few paintings decorated the walls and potted plants lit up the corners of the cavity. About five more people were there, having moved into the hallway upon hearing the ruckus.

After a while, a blond man turned the corner. He was dressed in an orange shirt with multiple black kanji written on it. His bottoms were green cargo pants with drawstrings at the opening nearer to the foot that were colored a darker shade of green. Black sandals covered his feet. He wore a green scarf around his neck and had a simply designed ear cuff on his right ear. His sapphire eyes roamed over the people standing in the hallway before they landed directly on Sasuke. Once they did... Kakashi could only compare the amount of rage those eyes contained to ones of a suddenly captive bull.

"You!" The person shouted, the mass anger in his voice making the outcry come out rough. His right pointer finer landed on a (inwardly) bewildered Sasuke. Kakashi's prayers immediately went out to Sasuke. He could tell, as he watched the man stomp forward towards their non-moving group with a large group of bewildered and annoyed looking bystanders behind him, that Sasuke was going to need it.

When the fuming man was right in front of Sasuke, Kakashi was surprised that all the black-haired young man did was raise his left eyebrow and cross his arms. This only served to anger the man even more as evidenced by his dirty look.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" And of course, Sasuke said it all under an even tone. Kakashi mentally sighed, if there was anything he could give Sasuke credit for, it would be his inability to be more emotionally understanding of a situation.

"Apologize to her." The blond man immediately retorted. His eyes never left Sasuke's as he straightened himself into a tense, but proper standing posture.

"Who?"

"Sakura-chan!" Kakashi felt the temperature drop about ten degrees and he felt the urge to groan. Sasuke didn't need to be reminded of his break-up so soon and by some random person - most likely a random fan of Sakura.

'Oh boy...' He thought as he witnessed the glaring contest between Sasuke and the blond man. They were a mere two inches from each other's faces.

"And who are you to demand me to apologize to Sakura?" Sasuke spat out Sakura's name with such venom that Kakashi knew to be bitter love towards the woman.

"I'm her best friend!" Sasuke raised another eyebrow at the response. Kakashi did, as well. Sakura had never spoken of having a blond friend besides Ino or Temari and had never even introduced Sasuke to her supposed best friend. Maybe it really was a delusional fan.

"Best friend? I thought she only had groupies composed of sheep with no minds of their own." Was the cool remark. The hallway was soon filled with snickers and a few 'burn's were said.

Kakashi moved to call for security to separate the two before a fight sprung out when a confident, yet angry-looking blond woman with a bust to match marched straight up through the crowd (which had parted for her) towards the blond. "Naruto!"

The glaring contest between Sasuke and 'Naruto' was instantly halted by the woman smacking her hand against Naruto's head, forcing him to fall forward... into Sasuke. They had been standing so close to each other that when they collided, their lips locked with each other. Sasuke's eyes were wide open and had been pushed back a step from the force of the fall combined with Naruto's weight. Naruto's eyes were filled with disbelief and shock, mirroring the display of emotion in Sasuke's own eyes.

They stayed like this for a hot second before Naruto pushed himself away, shaking his head as he did so. After doing so, he pointed an annoyed glare at the blond woman who raised an eyebrow before snorting, as if asking 'you actually want to start something?'.

"Baa-chan, why would you do that?" The woman rolled her eyes and put her right hand at her hip. This action caused Kakashi to recognize this woman as Senju Tsunade, the owner of the studio as well as a volunteer nurse at a hospital in the city. She wore a crisp, gray blouse under a green jacket with wide sleeves. Her black pants were succeeded by her matching high heels. She had a fair complexion and her long blond hair was pulled back into two separate ponytails. Kakashi didn't meet with Tsunade very often, but from the few encounters, he knew she wasn't one to anger.

"I don't know, Naruto. Maybe it's because you randomly ran into the studio without informing me that you were coming in the first place, stampeded through the halls, pushing people and disturbing multiple recording sessions, then you started a verbal fight in the middle of the hallway with one of my customers?" She sarcastically responded, not missing a beat. Naruto's cheeks heated up at the true accusations of what he had done.

"Well-" Naruto pointed at Sasuke without turning to him. "If he hadn't broken Sakura-chan's heart, then maybe I wouldn't have to come here and kick his ass!"

Sasuke, who had spent the duration of the conversation between the blonds in favor of staring dumbfounded at Naruto, immediately found himself at hearing Sakura's name. He sneered. "You? Kick my ass? You truly are an idiot."

Naruto bristled at the insult and turned around to glare at Sasuke again, but the woman just rolled her eyes and smacked his head again. "Haruno can handle herself, Naruto. She doesn't need you picking fights with her exes on top of her apparent recent break-up." She turned her amber eyes to Sasuke, unamused by his remark. "And you, stop goading him on. I don't care what mess you have with Haruno, just don't let it interrupt the peace in the studio."

With that final parting, she grabbed Naruto's left arm and dragged him away. Not even his struggling stopped her from smoothly pulling him away from the scene. Reluctantly conceding with the other blond for once, Naruto turned angry eyes to Sasuke.

"Just you wait, asshole! I'll make you apologize to Sakura-chan even if I have to come here every single day!" The two blonds turned the corner and then they were gone. The crowd that had gathered dispersed, whispering among each other at the scene they just saw. Most looked back at Sasuke to gauge his reaction. He was staring at the corner; his eyes were unseeing and his expression contemplative. Kakashi noted this with slight curiosity before calling to the black-haired young man.

"Sasuke?" Sasuke didn't look away, but his eyes became more focused.

"Yeah. We should... get back to work." Kakashi raised an eyebrow at how distracted Sasuke sounded but said nothing and walked into their room. He promised himself that if it started to head down that road, he would warn Sasuke off immediately. The boy didn't deserve anymore heartbreak.

Sasuke followed a little whole after, constantly glancing back at the corner that Naruto had disappeared behind as he did so.

At a homey-looking building with wooden floorboards and crème painted walls, in walked a woman wearing a suspicious outfit. There were wooden tables full of people scattered in an organized manner with a few tables hidden by walls for privacy. Upon her entrance, many heads turned from their food to look at her. She wore a black hat that covered her hair and black sunglasses hid her eyes from prying looks. She wore a black coat that covered her from shoulder to mid thigh. Expertly, the woman ignored the stares in favor of greeting a pretty brunette who warmly welcomed her to the restaurant. She wore a uniform of a black skirt, white shirt and apron. Leaning a little closer to the woman, she whispered into her ear, "He's been sulking ever since he came in. Did something happen?"

The woman nearly waved her off. "Don't worry, Ayame. I'll talk to him." She whispered back. Ayame nodded, content with the answer yet still a little curious, and grabbed a menu from a nearby cabinet.

"Follow me, please." She said before leading the woman through the restaurant. They walked past many diners and families who spared a few glances at the mysterious woman before shrugging and returning to their routine. They reached a table in the back that was secluded from the rest by half-walls. Naruto was already sitting there and he seemed to be sulking a little. He looked distracted and his fingers absently played with the menu.

The woman sat down, nodding to Ayame who smiled one last time at the both of them. She passed the woman a menu and left them to themselves. The woman looked around carefully before silently slipping off her coat and hat to reveal a stylish beige blouse with golden sequins and jean shorts. Her bubblegum pink hair, which was originally hidden as a bun under her hat was let down and reached her shoulders. Finally, the glasses were pulled off to reveal spring green eyes. There were a few hints of crying under her eyes and her face that seemed to have been hastily hidden by mascara and blush. She had slim body and dainty hands that casually picked up the menu she had been given. Through out this, Naruto didn't notice her presence.

The woman rolled her eyes before opening her mouth to say, "Wake up, Naruto!"

Naruto started, jumping in his seat and looking around wildly for the source of the voice. Upon hearing laughter from said source, he turned to glare. "Give me a break, Sakura-chan!"

Sakura just winked at him playfully; she knew he wasn't mad. "Considering that I'm the one who has been dragged out here, I feel that I'm the one who should say that." Naruto still pouted, but his eyes were bright with laughter. Sakura giggled one more time before straightening.

"So, what's up?" Naruto shrugged.

"I just wanted to meet up with you and chat a little... we haven't really hung out in over five months, you know." Naruto mumbled the last part while looking at the table. Sakura looked taken aback, however.

Sakura was his best friend since middle school, despite them being on the polar opposite end of the popularity scale with Sakura one of the most popular and prettiest girl in school while he was the loser with his head stuck in the clouds composed of metamorphic phrases and music notes. They had always been so close and when Sakura had landed a job to model clothes in highly-frequented and booming store in the local mall, Naruto had supported her all the way. When she had been discovered and made it big at age 17, she had insisted that they would always be best friends no matter where her career takes her. It has been seven years since that year and Sakura liked to consider that their friendship was as strong as ever.

"Eh? But... we've hung out tons of times!" She responded, not sure she really wanted a response. The feeling stirred even more inside her when Naruto frowned even more. His eyes glanced over the menu, not really reading what was written on it.

"Yeah... when you dragged me out to rich parties and all those high-standard crap, but I always left early because you would get into that whole 'Sakura, the model' mask. Other than that, we never hung out at each other's houses or really talked to each other on the phone like we used to. You know, with us going over what shitty day we had and ranting on just why it was or what the other was doing the next weekend so we could have a Movie Saturday..." He lifted his eyes from the menu to meet stunned emerald. "We don't do that anymore, Sakura-chan."

The model stared at Naruto with her mouth open, shocked and unsure of what to say to what she's just learned.

Hadn't she already had conversation like this before?

Hadn't the same complaints of not being the same been brought up?

Hadn't she already lost someone?

Her entire figure slumped as the weight of those words in her mind crushed her being. Her head hung over the table and her hair fell down like a canopy around her face. Just what had happened? What had sparked this "change" that Naruto and -

Sakura shook her head, trying to erase that person's name from her head. She wouldn't think about him. She wouldn't! Sakura had to pull herself together; she was so much stronger than this. The movement caught Naruto's attention and he looked at her, worried. "Is everything okay, Sakura-chan?"

Sakura swallowed silently before lifting her head to reveal a bright smile. A smile that didn't reach her eyes, Naruto noted.

"Yeah, I'm just a bit tired, that's a-"

"Sakura-chan, don't lie to me. You know I hate it when you do that." The fake smile fell and Sakura was left bare to the hurt gaze Naruto aimed at her, wounding her even further. "... Don't you trust me enough to tell me when you're hurting?"

That was the final straw. Sakura inwardly cursed when a stray tear fell from her left eye. She raised a hand to wipe it away when Naruto handed a napkin to her, his face and eyes filled with concern. She hesitantly took the napkin and wiped the left side of her face. When she was done, she put the napkin down and let out a small 'thank you'.

Naruto grinned at her. "Don't worry about it! Besides, he'll be taken care of, just you wait and see!" He had already guessed why she had let her composure slipped.

Sakura returned it with a small grin of her own, not sure if she should comment on the subject of him. She didn't think she was ready, at least not yet. However, whatever Naruto had planned for him... she just hoped it didn't end with bitterness. There's been too much of it lately and it didn't need to be added on to.

A few moments later , Ayame popped by again, asking if they would like to order now. They easily gave her their orders, having come to the restaurant, Ichiraku's, many times before and knew which dish they liked better.

"So, how's your latest song coming along?" Sakura said after Ayame had cheerfully walked away to tell her father and the rest of the kitchen staff their orders.

Naruto shrugged. "Not really good; no artist want to sing it and my boss keeps telling me to re-write it..."

Sakura scowled. Naruto was an amazing songwriter! While he wasn't very smart nor did he ever had much of an incentive to learn, he had the ability making simple words into ballads that touched her and anyone who read or heard them. "What? But your song is really good right now- wait, have you finished it, yet?"

"Not everyone seems to think so, and I got the chorus and first verse done." Sakura began to get excited, this was a song Naruto had told her that he had been working on for about a month now and was still looking for the right words for it.

"Did you sing them?"

Naruto started to cough loudly. "What?!"

Sakura rolled her eyes. "Did you sing your songs for your boss or even consider being the artist yourself? I don't know why you stopped to be honest. You have such a beautiful voice-"

"No, Sakura! I'm not singing!" Naruto interrupted, a very dark look crossed his face briefly before he continued. "That's so girly."

Sakura snorted good-naturedly, albeit a little curious about the glare she had just seen. "Singing is girly? You, who has to have the world's trashiest romance movie collection, actually has the balls to call singing girly."

Naruto flushed darkly, but felt relief that he could change the topic of conversation with one statement. "... Shut up."

"Oh, but you're so fun to tease Naruto." Sakura snickered which made Naruto stick his tongue out at her. That only served to make her laugh harder. Hearing her laugh, Naruto knew he had done well.

"And here you guys go~" Ayame said, appearing once more but with a tray filled with food. Sakura watched her pass the food to them and Naruto strike up an energetic conversation with her with a grateful smile on her face.

Sometimes... I can't help but be grateful you're my friend.

I thought of angels - choking on their halos!

Get them drunk on rose water...

See- how dirty I can make 'em-

Pulling out the fragile teeth-! Clip their tiny wings-!

This probably still needs revisions, but I think most of what it needs are extra scenes to magnify Sasuke and Naruto's relationship so that when I upload the next chapter, everything isn't happening so suddenly.

Anyway, thanks for reading and following! Please feel free to leave a review, re-read, fav, follow, do what you want~

~Kitsune-Ohime-Sama~