Disclaimer: I own none of the cartoons or animes used within. Why are you picking on me?

Sakura/Sanji, sort of angsty, oneshot. Could be described as AU-ish. Just something I threw together. It's not meant to be all that good, I just felt like writing something.

You can flame it if you want to. I know it's weird.

"No! What are you… are you crazy?!" Sakura shouted at the cute blonde man in front of her.

"This is NOT what I got in this relationship for," He coolly replied, flicking his cigarette faster than he ever had before, being careful not to get ashes on his new linen sports jacket.

"It-it… you don't have a choice! You can't just back out because this happened!" Though Sakura's tone was harsh and angry, visible tears were going to come pouring out of her pretty green eyes any second now.

Sanji took a look around, to see how many people were staring at them after the pink-haired ninja girl's outburst. "I will pay child support. But I want nothing to do with it." He paused, as if considering his next move. "It's not MY fault anyway."

"IT'S NOT MY FAULT, EITHER!" She shrieked. "You KNOW the pill doesn't always work! You KNOW that! YOU'RE the one who should've-"

"I don't need to hear this. It's done. End of story."

She gaped, her arms limp in her lap. Sakura's cream-colored cashmere sweater sleeves stood out against her black leather miniskirt and black tights. It was the perfect semi-fancy restaurant outfit.

But right now, the focus was not on her outfit. All the other people in Toontown's most popular restaurant stared at Sanji and Sakura, (formerly) the city's hottest couple. They stared and whispered, thankful they weren't going through that right now.

Before all her emotions would come leaking out, Sakura had time to sit there, in total shock, as she watched Sanji smoke (something he shouldn't be doing in a public place) and heard the whispers.

"No, Bloo! DON'T take a picture; it's totally rude!"

"Starfire, don't stare. Give them some privacy."

"I'm paying good money for these reservations. Why don't they take it outside?"

"Is he breaking up with her?"

It was all too much. Sakura let the hot tears pour down as she jumped up and hurried off. She ignored Naruto, her best friend, asking her what was up. She ignored the oversized eyes staring at her as she walked by (not their fault, they were just drawn that way). She even ignored whichever teenaged cartoon politely held the door open for her.

When Sakura got outside, she didn't even hail a cab. Not checking to see if anyone was watching her first and not really caring, she sat on the ground at the entrance, crying. Lucky her that only one person was watching.

"Bad breakup?" Katara asked. The equally pretty "Avatar: The Last Airbender" star asked her. Katara wasn't asking this in a snide fashion, but things weren't exactly good between the two. An exchange of words here, a nasty look there, and they just don't really mesh well. But Katara was never one to instigate.

Sakura composed herself and looked up. "Yes. I thought I could rely on him to support me. No matter what. He said so. But he obviously wasn't thinking of everything when he said we would go through everything together." Her crying has subsided and now she was just heated.

Katara shrugged. "Once your belly grows, just tell the drawers to redo it."

Sakura turned to Katara, shocked that she knew exactly what she was talking about it. "How do you…?!"

"That's what I did. It worked. Taxi!" Katara climbed in the first yellow car to pull up.

When she had left, Sakura flipped open her mobile phone, scrolling down her phone book. The first number she would call would be the producers of "Naruto". The next number would be Sasuke. Okay. Redo.