DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything to do with Naruto
Author's Notes: 100prompts thing I've been planning for ages. Each prompt is 1000 words or less. Mostly coherent timeline but I will jump back every so often. AH/AU. Expect ooc-ness.
1. Introduction
An introduction was not necessary for either of them. They both knew of each other before they met, through friends and family and gossip. Maybe once upon a time they had bumped into each other in the street, nothing but a passing glance followed by a scowl from him and a glare from her.
But they knew of each other. That was enough for them. She was located in the front of the class, along with other students whose surname started before and ended with 'H'. He was at the back, with the rest of the students, wondering when the hell class would actually end.
What he knew of her was that she was the crème de la crème. Nothing went ahead without her acceptance. She had teachers wrapped around her little finger. To sum it up, Sakura Haruno was the Queen. A wonderful trait she had inherited from her mother early on, when she cut down several girls to their places by sheer manipulation and well practiced lines. Needless to say, he was not impressed, and rather put off by the huffy attitude she carried with her.
What she knew of him was his mother was best friends with hers. They had weekly luncheons at the largest hotel owned by her family, in which they spent hours drinking gin and tonics and giggling over the prospect of their babies marrying. What she actually knew apart from that small detail was minimal. She refused to listen to her mother's rants about Sasuke Uchiha and the package that would come with marrying him early in life. She did not associate with him at all.
Their names were but names on the morning roll call, the poor soul who was stuck with the job of answering a question, and the names of people who their parents would really appreciate if they were best friends. Prospective lifelong partners, even.
After all, Sasuke was second in line to inherit the largest armed force within their bustling city of Konoha and Sakura's father was a well respected politician and entrepreneur, her mother the heiress to the leading hotel chain. Both families would be lapping it up in luxury if the two of them met. And fell in love. And lived happily ever after.
However, with no formal introduction – well, none that they could remember – the possibility of that happening was drawing to a close.
It was the final year of school. The countdown was on. Cliques were cliques, with the elder students training the younger ones in their wise, established ways. Those left in the dust had enough smarts to know that there was no hope for them now. No teachers were changed, no systems were changed, and nothing was going to be different.
At least, that was what they were betting on.
Needless to say, there always had to be one person to fuck everything up.
The bell rang. It was time to leave the first home class of the year. She stood. He stood.
She took her time picking up her bag. He had already begun to walk down the steps towards the door.
She turned towards him and he slowed down, just that little bit.
Out of nowhere came a flying orange saucer, catching him in the back with a yelp.
Sasuke lost his footing, an unfortunate thing for a proclaimed genius and – supposedly – stellar sportsman. Naturally, he did not actually grab onto anything as he fell forward, just braced himself for the impact. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he actually noticed that Sakura Haruno was in front of him.
Sakura stood, slightly shell-shocked at the commotion that was occurring; she had failed to notice Sasuke Uchiha sailing towards her in slow motion. When she did notice, it was too late. He was far too close for her to give him a good, clean punch, and she was quite sure his hands had latched themselves onto her chest.
They fell back in a tangled heap of limbs and books, pages flying into the air dramatically, as if this was some teen rom-com. People scrambled from their seats, wanting to help her Highness from the disgraced mess of possibly of her skirt riding up and having the lowly Uchiha having his hands all over her.
When the dust and paper settled, however, the class stilled their actions, holding a collective breath.
To put it lightly, the class had never anticipated this, of all things, to happen. Sakura and Sasuke did not talk. No contact between the hours of 12 am and 12am. There was no such thing as anything between them.
Now though, they were fairly sure that there really was nothing between them.
Sasuke had promptly fallen onto Sakura, managed to land with one hand placed neatly above her head, the other groping her chest. Sakura had fallen, splayed with him nestled between her legs, eyes wide open.
They were kissing. Well, their lips were touching anyway. And they weren't exactly moving.
"Maybe they're in shock?" Whispered one student to another.
That was the wakeup call they needed clearly, as Sasuke was fairly sure he had never moved so fast in his whole life. In one smooth movement, he was on his feet and walking out the class. Sakura, still slightly befuddled, was brushing her fingers over her lips, watching him walk away in a huff.
The room seemed to come back to life, preening girls helping Sakura to her feet whilst making sure perfect manicures did not chip. They straightened her up, dusted her off and went about collecting the contents of her bag.
Sakura, in her vague state, wondered if that was the introduction they had been waiting for, and if their mothers already knew.
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