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Plan A (Rewritten o2.1o.2oo7)

"S-Sasuke! Matte!"

With a blush spreading quickly across her cheek, Haruno Sakura took a deep breath. She mustered all of her strength to turn the corner. The pink-haired girl knew what awaited her there; her fate, her destiny... she needed to follow this plan through, and this was the crucial moment. Trembling, she forced herself to look into a pair of dark, midnight eyes.

And immediately, she had to look back down before a nosebleed could start.

Indeed, even a second of Uchiha Sasuke's sparkly-sparkliness could cause a girl to have a heart attack or writhe around on the ground in a spazzing spell. Due to his good looks, flawless skin, cool demeanor, or just plain sexiness, the sixteen-years-old boy earned himself a fanclub the minute he stepped into the grounds of Konoha High two years ago. And Haruno Sakura, being one of the first to spot and talk to this prince, was self-proclaimed Number One Sasuke Fangirl, President of the Official Uchiha Sasuke Fanclub.

Even though she's obtained these titles, no person could possibly muster enough courage for the type of thing that she was about to do. Needless to say, no one has ever even tried to do what she was about to do. She was face to face with the teen that all girls--and maybe even some guys--from her high school dreamed about dating. After all, Sasuke pwnz0rz all other eye candy.

"What?" A voice interrupted her thoughts. She looked back up with a start, only to be blinded by Uchiha-smexiness once again, though with a stop-friggin'-stalking-me-and-go-away expression added on.

"A-ano," Sakura stuttered. It was a mistake to look back up, she realized. She was so full of nervous energy, there was no doubt that she would seem like an idiot in front of her crush. Heck, it was a mistake to ask him this in person! Why couldn't she use some other form of communication? Being a Sasuke stalke--err, fangirl or wife-to-be, she knew the phone number (cell, home, and even older brother's), street address, email address, and every possible connection to the boy. Inner-Sakura sighed in regret, nudging her physical self forward. It was too late to turn around. "I-I was wondering, Sasuke-kun... there's this dance coming up, and--"

"Not interested," Sasuke interrupted immediately, turning around. "If that's all you wanted to say, Sakura that was a big waste of my time."

Dejected, the pink-haired girl could only bask in the silence as her mind blanked. She watched as the teen walked away, footsteps muffled except for the occasional step on those crunchy leaves fallen from the barren trees. She couldn't think. Once again, Sasuke had said no. It wasn't the first time, but it hurt. The pain was as real as the first time...

"W-wait!" She yelled again, rushing forward this time to grab hold of Sasuke's arm. She flinched as he immediately pulled away. "Wh-why? Sasuke..." She said his name as if it would make things better. The hand that touched her prince was now in a tight fist, her other hand covering over it as she brought both of them to her chest. "It's been two years. I've loved you for that long, Sasuke-kun! Why... why can't you respond to my feelings?" She paused, something wet stinging her eyes causing her to close them to hold back the water works. It did her no good to cry in front of Sasuke-kun.

"...I'm not interested in girls, Sakura."

More leaf-crunching was heard, and then silence greeted her once again. The next time Sakura opened her green orbs, Sasuke was gone, not a trace of him lingered.

She frowned. What was that all about? Sasuke-kun wasn't interested in girls? What type of girls? Sakura-type? The smart-type? So... Sasuke-kun actually preferred the stupid, pig-headed Ino-type?! That couldn't be right. Ino-pig was so stupid that she'd probably never get a boyfriend. So maybe it's because...

Realization hit her like a 100-mph hydrogen-filled train with lighters(1). Quickly, she unzipped her bag, pulling out a mirror and inspecting herself closely. That was it! She wasn't wearing any make-up today! Silly Sakura, trying to ask people on a date when she wasn't even wearing lipgloss! No wonder Sasuke-kun rejected her, she was being like an Ino today!

Nevertheless, her super-evil-intelligent-smart-great-I'm-gonna-make-Sasuke-mine-and-no-one-else's: Plan A had failed. She now needed another plan...

"Yosh! Time for plan B!" Talking to no one in particular, she grinned, shooting a fist up into the air. But then, she hesitated. "What is plan B?"

- - -

Ten feet... five... almost there...

"Uzumaki Naruto!"

...shit.

"What, Iruka-sensei?"

Naruto got up from the ground, dusting himself slightly as he gave the teacher his best Fox-Grin-TM, sun-kissed golden locks and all. This, however, didn't seem to have an effect on Iruka as he marched down the isles with a pissed-off expression on his face. Really, Naruto wanted to poke the vein on top of his teacher's forehead just to see if it would pop at contact.

"Why are you crawling on the floor?"

"Crawling... on the floor?" Naruto repeated, stalling for time.

"Yes, crawling on the floor. Right now. In my first period class."

"Oh, uhm... I was trying to get back my pencil... sir. It's my... only one. So I had to pick it up."

"I see. Retrieving your pencil..."

"Yeah, it fell onto the floor..."

"...with your backpack on?"

Double shit.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Uzumaki Naruto reminded himself to get a new alarm clock as fast as possible. This was the third time in a row that he'd been late to Iruka-sensei's morning class, and no doubt the teacher was getting pissed at him, favorite student or not. Problem is, the blonde never found the time to get one, not to mention the money.

Really, why did his foster-parents cut back his allowance for yet another month? It technically wasn't his fault that he'd burnt a priceless oil painting in the house. What was so great about a picture of a vase anyway? That Van Gough guy was dead, so he couldn't care less.

And, famous dead painters aside, he still had a pissed-off history teacher in front of him to deal with.

"Uh, you see," he cleared his throat, trying to make up a legitimate excuse to his tardy. "I was walking to school, perfectly on time when I noticed I forgot my math homework. So I went back home to get it, you see. But when I got home, I saw that y house was on fire. You have no idea, Iruka-sensei! It was really scary! All of my ramen was inside that house! So I had to run to the nearest telephone both, you see, and that was pretty far away--"--apparently, none of the neighbors saw the fire, or was willing to lend the boy their phones--"--and dialed for the fire department. So now, my house is partially safe, and I'm late for school."

There. That seemed good enough.

Naruto grinned slightly, hopefully, back up at his teacher. The lie was absolutely flawless, even the police chief would believe it!

Unfortunately, Iruka either was an intellectual far above the one of a police chief, or he had a super-awesome lie-detector. Looking down at the boy, he raised a skeptical eyebrow, telling Naruto that he had a week of detention to add on to the list of two months (Naruto swore, he was going to have detention until the end of senior year!) and made him sit down in his assigned seat.

With an angry mutter, Naruto did as told, swinging his bookbag off of his shoulders before slumping into his chair. He stuck his tongue out at the back of Iruka-sensei's head. Doing so, he noticed the smirk of a certain boy sitting near the front. From the back of the room, Naruto scowled back, only to notice the boy's expression widening in amusement before turning around to face Iruka-sensei once again. The blonde flipped up his middle finger, muttering a quiet, "asshole, what's his problem?" before pulling out his binder and flipping to the history section.

"We'll start with our homework from yesterday," he heard Iruka say in the faint distance. And, instead of doing as told, he just looked outside the window.

- - -

Five... four... three... two... c'mon, this clock couldn't be slow... two and a half... one... almost... zero!

Ding, ding, ding!

Though later than usual, the dismissal bell rang for fourth period, and it was music to Naruto's ears. He was getting tired of Kakashi's rambles about cosines and algorithms--what were they for, anyway? It wasn't as if they had any real uses in life. Tossing all that to the back of his head, he got up, swinging his bookbag over his shoulder before making his way down the corridor.

"Hey, Naruto!"

Over the loud voices of the swarming morning student-traffic came Shikamaru's yell. At the sound of his name being called, said blonde scanned the mass for the pineapple-hair of his friend. The boy was standing in the corner with a vending machine with Chouji on the right. The pudgy boy was already opening a bag of chips.

Before Naruto came to Konoha, it was just Shikamaru and Chouji, best friends. They had met one fateful day in elementary school, both being too 'uncool' to play basketball with the other kids. Instead, Shikamaru settled with watching clouds in a field nearby. A discontent Chouji found him, wondering what the other was doing. Being the observant kid that he was, eight-years-old Shikamaru taught Chouji a valuable lesson: "Screw the other kids, who cares what they thought when you can just enjoy clouds?"; though not in those exact words.

"Shikamaru!" Naruto replied, squeezing through the crowds. With a frown, he noted that Kiba wasn't with them. Not wanting to be a third wheel, he continued, "Where's Kiba?"

Ever since then, the two of them had been best friends in the reject group. That, however, changed in high school, when Naruto moved in with his foster parents. The blonde became a temporary third-wheel, a newcomer that didn't quite fit in any groups, but rather just stuck with the group that fitted the most. After that, came Kiba, who was Naruto's bickering-buddy and partner-in-crime.

"The hell you mean, 'where's Kiba'?!" A voice rang behind Naruto, a hand reaching out to smack his head.

"Ow! What was that for, idiot?!"

"Yeah, yeah. Shut up, I'm starving!"

With continued insults being tossed back and forth and Chouji and Shikamaru trailing behind, the group arrived in the cafeteria, making straight for the lunch lines. Chouji, who brought lunch, opened a bag of chips and followed. Before Naruto even had a chance to grab that cup of instant ramen from its stand, however, he felt something tug at the sleeve of his orange sweatshirt. Instantly, he whirled around, expecting it to be Kiba trying a new trick or something.

Instead of meeting face-to-face with the dog-lover, however, he was suddenly blinded by a blur of pink and a blast of flower fragrance. Naruto blinked--since when had Kiba ever started to wear pink and put on perfume?

"Naruto!"

...and that feminine voice. He was pretty sure that Kiba wasn't castrated before puberty leaving the boy's body with lack of testosterone. He tilted his head to the side, only to meet the light-green gaze of one Haruno Sakura.

"O-oh! Hey, S-Sakura-chan!" He stuttered, caught unaware. Inwardly, he cursed himself for stuttering like a certain weird Hyuuga that he knew. "Uhm... what's up? Ha... I thought you were Kiba for a second."

He recieved silence for an answer, and the blonde winced inwardly as he realized that he had made a wrong move. The girl looked at him strangely, letting go of her hold on his arm.

Naruto wished he could crawl up a hole, shrivel-up and die.

Perhaps it was love at first sight. After all, Sakura was the first person that had interacted with Naruto when he arrived at the school, never mind the end result. (He had lain on the floor in a bloody pulp as she stalked away. Really, girls were so violent.) But whenever the girl was close, Naruto said the dorkiest things--even for a third-wheeler in the wrong crowd. Luckily, Kiba, albeit unknowingly, came to his rescue.

"Have you lost it, man?" An arm swung around Naruto's shoulder. "You thought she was me?"

"Suuuure, Kiba," Naruto replied, glad to get his mind off of the girl for a second. "You're just as sexy and charming."

"Pshh, Naruto. Sorry to turn you down, but I don't swing that way."

And there it was again. Another round of silence minus the chattering of the other people in the lunch line. Naruto shifted unconsciously next to Sakura, glad that the line was actually moving forward. In silence, he grabbed a cup noodle and swiped his ID card at the end of the line, a glaring Asian lunch lady pressing a few buttons before allowing him to leave.

"Thanks... I guess," Sakura finally broke the silence. "Um... Naruto. I was wondering... if you can sit with me at lunch today."

Naruto widened his eyes. Kiba smirked. Chouji and Shikamaru were nowhere to be seen; perhaps they already found a table somewhere. Before the boy could protest and before his rude friend could make a crude comment, Sakura dragged him off, hot water tipping over from the ramen cup's edge and scalding his skin.

- - -

"...itai, itai, itai!" Naruto shouted as Sakura firmly pushed him into a seat. "Sakura-chan, that hurt!"

Sakura fought the urge to roll her eyes as she took the seat next to the boy. Great, the girls next to her were already giving her weird looks. She sighed. Ah, Sasuke-kun. The things I do for you...

"I'm sorry," she said as sincerely as she could. "Are you okay?"

Naruto seemed to freeze in place. Of course he would, when had Sakura ever cared about the wellbeing of the other? Impatiently, she took his hand in hers, examining his skin. They were red, but they seemed alright. Naruto had recieved worse from her before.

"I-It's okay, Sakura-chan," came the reply at last. "So, er. What's so different about today? Why'd you invite me to sit with you?"

"I have something to ask you," Sakura said immediately.

Of course, she normally wouldn't sit with such a person. Really, Sakura, sitting with the social outcast of the school? Those two subjects shouldn't even be mentioned in the same sentence! But it was a special part of her super-evil-intelligent-smart-great-I'm-gonna-make-Sasuke-mine-and-no-one-else's: Plan B; mission Get-Sasuke-Jealous, so it was possible to endure the talk that would ensue afterwards.

"What is it?" was the curious reply.

She pretended to blush and giggle, looking the other way. From the corner of her vision, she could spy Sasuke, and her heart leapt when she realized that he had been looking their way. No doubt the plan was working already.

"Um, well... I was wondering. Who do you... like...?" She hoped he would take the hint.

"Oh, who do I like?" Naruto repeated. "I like you of course, Sakura-chan! No, wait, scratch that. I think I l-lo-l-lov--"

Sakura giggled again, scooting closer to Naruto. Hoping Sasuke was still looking their way, she smirked, resting her head on Naruto's shoulder. The repulsing smell of anything but perfume--was it the ramen?-- reached her nose as she fought the urge to wrinkle her nose and pull back. No, she was doing this to get Sasuke, and nothing as small as this can stop her! After all, she couldn't let Ino-pig win.

"I think I like you too," Sakura said. "Will you go to the dance with me?"

She glanced towards Sasuke's direction again. And to her great delight, the Uchiha was scowling furiously.

- - -

More than anything that moment, Sasuke wanted to go up to the table and slap the bitch right there. A strong wave of--what was that feeling, hatred? No, it couldn't be jealousy. He couldn't be jealous of Sakura. With his current family situation, there was just no way he could be jealous. Itachi would never let him see the living light of day ever again...

Naruto's face was a cute shade of light-pink. Sasuke felt his fists tighten, nails digging into the palm of his hands. How many times did he dream of being the one able to do that to the other boy? How many times did he think of kissing those lips, those whisker-like indents on his cheeks? How many times did he wake up in the middle of the night, feeling the bulge ever-southwards because of him?

That Sakura-bitch thought she could make him jealous, huh? Well, the plan certainly worked. In fact, it worked so well, that it was pissing the Uchiha off. Everyone within a sixteenth of a mile had to get up and move, in fear of the unconsciously-emitted death-waves-of-d00m, TM.

Indeed, Sakura needed to realize what she was doing to him. Sakura needed to be taught the lesson that she should never mess with an Uchiha. By the end of Sasuke's ultra-brilliant-super-evil-intelligent-brilliant-smart-great-I'm-gonna-make-Naruto-mine-and-no-one-else's: Plan A, Sakura wouldn't even know what hit her.

...after all, she had a very big and ugly forehead.

(1): Hydrogen plus fire equals explosion. Search up LZ 129 Hindenburg for details, xD.

A/N: Thank you for sticking with me over the years, for whoever is reading this. n.n; I like to thank new readers for reading this as well. This time, I'm back and I've actually plotted out the four chapters of Plan B!. Expect completion:D. I'm rewriting chapter two of this story as well (it'll be different. Very different.) And if you want me to update faster, press that nice little review button right there.