(A/N) Hi! I just loved how the oneshot turned out. So I want to start a fic with a similar plot line. I'm going to juggle different POVs. First chapter is in Sasuke's POV. I don't know if any of the characters are OOC, but if they are, please forgive me. This is AU btw.

(Disclaimer) I don't own Naruto. I'm just playing Barbie with them, it's way more fun than real Barbies.

Rated T for a reason! There's strong language usage here and hints of violence! You have been warned!


Crazy Beautiful

1. Unpleasant Encounters

I can't believe him, three hundred dollars; three hundred fucking dollars. I thought Naruto knew how to play poker, what a dumbass. I dug my hands in my pocket and grabbed out a handful of cash and handed to the man across from me. His smirk made me want to get up and just punch that sucker in the face, then knock him dead. What a stupid dumbass that Naruto. And he supposedly claims to be my best buddy.

How embarrassing...

2 am in the morning, and I'm already exhausted. More than half the time I'm with him, it feels as though I'm babysitting him and it's like teaching monkeys how to talk. He says he knows how to play poker, what a fucking dumbass.

"Sasuke-teme! Why did you leave?"

"Shut up Naruto. I blew off 300 dollars in one night because of you. I don't know you, don't talk to me." I said, making sure my voice was emotionless. I didn't want Naruto to feel terribly bad, even though he should.

"I have a job! I'll pay you back! I promise!!" he begged.

His tight grip on my wrist just got tighter and tighter. I don't have the tolerance for him.

"Whatever, you owe me ten grand when you're 25. Goodbye." I flung my arm out of his grasp and made way to my apartment. But when I got there, it wasn't the fact that a young girl --no older than I was-- was sitting in front of my apartment, it was the fact that she looked totally out of place that freaked me out. She had long indigo hair, and her white blouse with a pink skirt and black heels completely didn't mesh with this enviroment. She must've noticed me because she turned her head a stared straight at me. Her pearly white eyes piercing right through me.

"Hi, m-my name is Hinata."

"That's not what I want to know. Why are you here?"

She stared at me in shock. She looked like a mouse in alley full of cats, she didn't belong here.

"I-I just m-moved in. Umm, my a-apartment is locked. I c-can't get in." She pointed at her door. Figured, this was a rundown rat hole.

"What am I suppose to do? Move, get out of the way. I'm tired."

She must've been shocked by my sudden rudeness, because she looks like she's about to break into tears. She quickly moved aside, and sat herself down with her back against the wall and facing her door --which ironically, was beside mine-- and hung her head low. I ignored her and went into my apartment and locked the door. I wonder when she became my neighbour.

For a guy, I must admit, I'm a pretty clean man. Clothes neatly folded in one area, and everything seems to be in order. No coffee stains on the carpet, and you can't see beer bottles anywhere. My room wasn't that big, it was small. I could see my bed from the door and the washroom is to the right, as the kitchen is to the left. Laundry is done downstairs. I changed out of my clothes and wore sweats and fell right on the bed. It was one big night, and I couldn't be bothered anymore than this.

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Actually, I couldn't sleep. A guilty feeling washed over me, it was 3:39am and I still wonder if that girl is out there. Unable to resist my curiosity, I got up and went out to check. To my surprise, she was still there. Her head rested on her arms, she sat there with her knees to her chest. She must've fallen asleep, poor thing. Even though I'm rude, I still have my morals. I tapped her on the shoulder in an attempt to wake her up. She yawned and then stared at me. We had a staring contest for a few seconds until I backed away and went back into my room. I gathered my tools, and went to her door. It wasn't as hard as I thought, in fact; it was a lot easier. I messed around with her lock until I heard a click.

"Th-thank-you so much." She whispered and bowed her head.

"Hn." I didn't bother giving a decent reply to her. After all, I was only being a Good Samaritan. After I finished what needed to be done, I turned around and left her there. Whether she goes in or not is her choice. I entered my room once again and made sure I locked the door. I let myself fall hard on to the soft mattress beneath me and hope that my conscience won't try to bother me again.

The rain fell hard because of gravity. It pierced whatever was in its way. A young boy, no older than 6 sat under the rain and clutched onto what was left of his family -- his father's wallet, which contained a family photo. The scene was hectic, police cars were here and there, an ambulance lined the side of the road, and firemen tried to haul out the lifeless body which was trapped in the car.

"Sir, the young boy survived by a miracle. According to his files, he has no living relatives except an older brother. The older brother is on our team, but has been reported MIA ever since." Said a man with honey coloured hair.

The emerald hair man nodded in response. They needed to get this scene cleaned up and have homicide detectives look over the scene of the crime and determine whether foul play was involved.

The sobbing of the young boy, only grew louder as he saw the lifeless body being pulled out from under the wrecked car. He missed his deceased mother, and his heart broke at the thought of what would happen to his father right now. But he longed for his older brother most; his idol; his hero, who has been missing for months. Some concluded he was dead, some predicted that he was held hostage because he was an undercover cop.

I woke up to hear a knocking on the door. Who the fuck greets neighbours at this hour? I glanced at my clock which blinked '11:18am'. I dragged myself to answer the door, normally I'd ignore it... but today, a feeling inside me told me I had to answer it. I opened my door, and to my surprise, it was her again; the one who bothered me last night.

"H-Hi. Th-this is for ye-yesterday." It was definitely her again. Looking shy & perky early in the morning, where does she think she was? She handed me a basket full of freshly baked cookies.

"I don't like sweets." I muttered.

"B-but p-please a-a-accept it. It's a to-to-token o-of my ap-pr-preciation." Her stuttering bothered me to no end, she must be flustered. I didn't want to embarrass the poor thing anymore, so I took what she had to offer and slammed the door on her. I didn't want to get her hopes up, I don't want to be friends with her. I placed her plate of cookies on my table in the kitchen. Who comes knocking at their neighbour's door offering cookies? Is she out of her mind? It was 11:30 already, time really runs fast. I changed and grabbed my jacket and head out the door, disappointed that I was unable to eat breakfast, I decided I might as well take her cookies as a snack, it's bad wasting food right?

I headed out the door, and made my way down to the garage.

"I thought you didn't like sweets, Sasuke." Kai pointed at what was in my hand.

"I don't, I was just hungry. I had no choice." I was expecting Kai to ask me where I got it from -- since he's always so nosy -- but to my surprise, he didn't.

"Oh, well one of the Ikustaka boys wanted a check up on their car. I want you to look over it for me." Kai pointed at the red Cadillac sitting across from me, "that baby must've costed a fortune."

I grunted. I had no choice right? Even though I hated the Ikustaka Boys, a job is a job right?


It was already getting late, I headed out to the bar to meet up with Naruto and Shikamaru. The bar was crowded with people as always, drunks and druggies and even prostitutes hanged out here.

"Yo." Waved Shikamaru.

"Sasuke!" Screamed Naruto.

I gotta owe it to Naruto, to make a show. Everyone stared in my direction; his yell was louder than the blasting music. Though it wasn't long before I was forgotten and people returned to what they were doing. I made my way towards Naruto and Shikamaru.

"The Ikustaka boys are growing restless, they will try to tear us down from the top of the food chain." Muttered Shikamaru.

"What?! No way! They can't do that; we can take them down any day! I can beat them and knock them right out." replied Naruto, he dazed around; he was obviously drunk and he was obviously fighting with air. What a dweeb.

"Shut up bitch!" yelling could be heard from the background, and I made my way towards the noise because curiosity got the best of me and I swear, I see her everywhere, it's not even funny. She was there again, but this time she wasn't as perky as before because she was struggling with a man who was holding onto her wrist. What was she doing? Working as a barmaid? She obviously didn't belong in this area. She was scared, anyone could tell. She was ready to burst into tears, where the hell did she come from anyways? If she was from this area, she'd know better. Tears were already welling up in her eyes, I made my way to the scene, and punched the man who held onto her tightly I didn't stop until Shikamaru told me to; I made sure he had a bloody nose before I left.

"Sasuke, chill." Shikamaru muttered, he must've thought it was too bothersome to actually get in between me and the man and stop the fight. The man deserved it anyways. I grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the nearest exit. Looking at her petite frame, I sighed. That place was definitely not the place for her.

"What the fuck were you doing in there?"

"I ju-just got a j-job as a b-barmaid."

I shrugged. "I guess it was expected."

"a-and y-you al-almost killed the p-poor man out!" She yelled, even though she was scared, she still worried for him?

"I was planning to."

"Wh-why?" she asked, her voice growing softer.

...Because I felt I had to.

"...Because I felt sorry for you."


(A/N:) I like writing in Sasuke's POV, but I hope he wasn't OOC. This could've been a oneshot right? :) but it would've been a sad one, so it's not! I have the whole thing all planned out! I wanted to have this chapter uploaded by July 1st (Canada Day) but my house was going through renovations (and it still is!) so it was delayed. Please tell me what you thought of this.

Flames are welcomed I guess, right? I'd love to read reviews. I don't mind constructive criticism.

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