A/N: Howdy, folks! This is my first story on this account, and I just had to dedicate it to my OTP. I've been a fan of Sasuke and Sakura for years now, so it's exciting to write about them. I used to have an account on this website about 4 years ago, but I honestly sucked at writing. Now that I feel like my brain is more developed, I can share my ideas with the outside world. I will probably suck at updating on a frequent basis due to schooling and personal crap. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy!
Oh, warning, I don't own any characters from Naruto so Copyright can leave me alone.
I cuss a lot in my writing and talk about sex, drugs, and death frequently. Sorry 'bout it.
Chapter 1: Arrival
*Clop* *Clop* *Clop*
"We're airing in approximately 60 seconds, people! 60 seconds!"
"Where's our guest?!"
"She was supposed to be here for preparation an hour ago!"
*Clop* *Clop* *Clop*
"That is not good.."
"50, 49, 48, 47.."
"Does anyone know where our guest may be?"
"Sir...? Sir! We just found out that her limo arrived about a minute ago; she should be coming through the back way any second!"
"43, 42, 41.."
*Clop* *Clop* *Clop*
"40 SECONDS, PEOPLE. MAKE YOUR LAST FINALIZATIONS."
"What?!"
"40 seconds..?!"
"This has never happened before!"
"Oh no. Oh no. OH NO."
"HOLY SHIT, WE'VE NEVER BEEN THIS UNPREPARED BEFORE."
"CAMERAS ARE ABOUT TO ROLL. ARE YOU GUYS READY OR NOT?"
"WE WOULD BE IF OUR GUEST SHOWED UP FOR AN INTERVIEW WE'VE BEEN PLANNING OUT FOR MONTHS NOW."
"Calm down, guys. I just said she should be here any seco-"
"WHERE IS OUR GUEST, GODDAMMIT."
"This is not calm."
"SAKURA HARUNO, WHERE ARE YOU? I NEED THIS JOB. MY FAMILY DEPENDS ON-"
"Nobody is listening to me."
"-I HAVE TWO KIDS ABOUT TO HEAD OFF TO COLLEGE. MY WIFE WILL BE SO DISAPPOINTED IN ME."
"30 SECONDS."
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH."
"I need a smoke after this."
*Clop* *Clop* *Clop*
"SAKURA HARUNO IS INDIRECTLY GOING TO MAKE ME LOSE MY JOB."
"I'm going to what?"
*Gasp* *Papers drop* *Breeze blows* *Potential faint occurs*
"Told you guys."
"Oh, Miss Haruno? You're late! We couldn't set up your dialogue correctly for the intervie-"
"Yeah, yeah. Doesn't matter."
"15, 14, 13, 12.."
"OUR GUEST OF THE HOUR HAS ARRIVED AND IS READY TO BE LET ONTO STAGE."
"Dear almighty, if there is one, thank you for bringing our guest tonight because my job is safe, for the mean time."
"Why are you praying about me..? You're a cameraman, not a saint."
"8, 7, 6, 5.."
"I tried warning them, Miss Haruno, that you were here."
"You all are overreacting. I never skip interviews."
"3, 2.."
"Are you ready, Miss Haruno?"
"I'm always ready."
"..1."
*Lights flash on*
"Cameras are rolling! We're on air!"
*Host steps out* *Excited waving*
"Hello everyone! How are you all this afternoon?"
*Audience goes crazy*
"Welcome to the Hellen DeStingy show! We have a very special guest here for you today. She's known globally for her star roles in the best sellers that Hollywood brings to the public. Being the youngest star ever to receive more than 20 awards worldwide, she's becoming more and more popular by the second. Ladies and gentleman, give it up for Japan's best young actress.. SAK-UR-A HAAAAAARUNOOOO!"
*Clapping* *Cheering* *Hollering*
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*Princess wave* *More cheering* *Model strode*
"Welcome, Sakura Haruno," the host beamed as she eagerly shook the actress's hand. "Please, please, sit down!" The audienced cooled down as the two sat down on the comfortable stage couches. Sakura picked up a bottle of water placed neatly on the table next to her seat. She scanned the audience curiously, who was watching her every move. She attempted to twist off the bottle cap. Why, oh why, could this possibly be placed on so tightly at a time like this?
The host smiled ear to ear. "Thank you for joining us today!"
"Thank you for having me here," Sakura returned, a pearly white smile cracking on her face. The audience roared.
"How are you, Miss Haruno?"
"I'm doing excellent," Sakura replied, partly focused on her questions; mainly focused on opening the plastic bottle. "I just flew in from Los Angeles yesterday morning," she added.
"Oh? Working on something new?"
"Actually, yes." The audience gasped. Sakura huffed. Why couldn't she open this small contraption? What horrible company was this show ordering from that made their waters impossible to open? "However, I cannot say much about it, at this moment."
"Aw, come on," the host, 'Hellen', persued. "Give our audience and viewers here a hint!" She grinned at the crowd. "How would that sound, huh?!" The crowd, once again, shouted an ear-bleeding level of a cheer.
Sakura inwardly groaned. Of course. "No, really, I can't," Sakura explained, using all her strength to try to twist that damn cap off of that damn bottle.
"We can't possibly accept that! Am I right, audience?!" More cheering.
Sakura dropped her Barbie-like smile. "I cannot. As. Of. Right. Now." She audience fell silent, and the host's eccentric persona faded. Sakura tapped her stiletto impatiently. I don't know what's pissing me off more. This pushy interviewer, or this bullshit excuse of a water bottle.
After a moment, Hellen's grin resurfaced. "Well, that will definitely be exciting for the near future future, won't it?!" The audience roared. It was almost impossible for Sakura to hide her cringe. Too easy to please, she thought. What sheep.
"Anyways," Hellen began, "we should begin on a moreso important subject." Sakura barely paid attention to the host over her struggles to open the bottle.
"How are you, after your.. accident?"
Sakura stopped immediately and looked up. Oh God, not this. All she wanted was some darn water and to be questioned with the simple, absentminded questions she was usually asked. Why is life so hard today?
"I'm good," she said, growing a peachy smile. Lie. "You have to face obstacles to get where you want!"
"That is very true, Miss Haruno." Hellen touched one of Sakura's hands that was still placed on the water bottle. "And, we must know, have you had any updates on who the attacker could potentionally be?"
The nerve of this woman! Has she ever heard of no-talkie-of-touchy-subjects-especially-on-NATIONA L-FUCKING-TELEVISION-WHEN-THEY-ONLY-HAPPENED-WEEKS -PRIOR rule?!
"No, ma'am," Sakura answered shortly, slowly pushing the interviewer's hand off of hers.
"And have there been any funeral arrangements placed?" Obviously she hasn't heard of that rule.
"Not yet." Sakura gripped the bottle tightly between both of her petite hands, completely forgetting about her need for refreshment.
"Well," Hellen started up, now facing the audience, "you can follow Sakura's journey through her Twitter page: HarunoSakura, where she updates frequently! You can also follow up on this story at our Twitter page: TheHellenDeStingyShow!"
Way to make profit off of death and tragic events, Sakura thought. Fucking media, I swear.
Sakura just wanted to get the hell out of there. Covering up her true feelings is okay. Covering up her true feelings on national television is fine. She was used to it; flashing a bright smile for the cameras, then acting like a normal human being with normal human emotions in the privacy of her home. It couldn't be helped, after all. This was the lifestyle she chose. She can still remember her father's anger and her mother's disapproval when she chose to go to acting college instead of medical school. It was definitely a change of pace, but Sakura didn't keep up the grades in her high school years to make it into the high demanding schools her parents had wished for her to move onto without facing debt to financial aids till her retirement.
Amazingly, she was great at what she, in fact, chose to do. Within 2 years of leaving high school, she was known worldwide for her roles in 5 stars movies; acting alongside Hollywood's best known celebrities. She made an uncountable amount of income within the 4 years of her acting career than she would've in a lifetime if she had pushed herself through the stresses of medical school. You could call her lucky, to say the least.
However, with money and fame came fans, and fans became more and more obsessed. Sakura was fine with people breaking down in front of her, telling her their life stories and how she miraculously changed it within the 4 years of her acting career. She was also fine (most of the time) with the paparazzi bombarding her everywhere she went, including her midnight adventures to fulfill cravings at supermarkets, or the times she got impeccably white girl wasted at clubs and threw up right in front of TMZ's crew of cameras. What she wasn't fine with were the fans that thought they would ever have personal relations with the young actress. Some fans, she thought before, were taking it to the extreme by yanking her precious iPhone out of her hand in attempts to find her number before she could call her security on them. She also thought that it possibly couldn't get worse when a fan threatened to jump off a building if she wouldn't agree to give the lad a kiss. (She never wanted to have to be near a high building again after that incident)
Sakura was wrong, though. She would take the sobbing fans, the non stop bright lights from paparazzi, phone stealings, and the suicide threats over what she had to face just a couple of weeks prior. Hell, she would have taken medical school over it. Because if there's anything she's learned from her luxurious lifestyle is that the people who you hold close mean more than all the riches of the world. And those people were her parents.
If she had listened to that insane fan.. if she had just did what he wanted her to do, she could've showed her parents how much they really meant to her in her life. But now that wasn't an option. She told that crazed fan to screw off, and she left him to murder both of her parents and retreat into hiding.
So now, here she is just a few weeks later:
Long and luscious pink locks curled perfectly, leaving not one strand out of place.
Regretful.
Vivid emerald eyes surrounded with professionally pounded on makeup.
Hurt.
Bright red lipstick emphasizing that model smile.
Bitter.
An obvious pricy red dress clung onto her toned body.
Alone.
Four inch heels strapped onto her callous-free feet.
A little girl left without her mommy and daddy.
Sitting not-so comfortably on a couch on a stage in front of an audience alongside cameras filming her on national television for all those watching to see this pretty-in-pink perfection keep a smile and act like everything is just dandy. When, in fact, everything is the opposite. She can never tell her parents how thankful she is to have them around. She can never tell them that she loves them, and she can't change her mind and drop all this and go to medical school, just to see them hold pride in their only child and, for once, give her an approving smile. She can never see them smile, ever again. She had to live with this heartbreak and regret for the rest of her pampered lifeti-
"Miss Haruno? Miss Haruno..? Sakura?"
"Huh?!" Sakura quickly snapped out of her depressive state and placed the forever unopened water bottle back on the table near her. She smoothed out the bottom of her dress. "I'm sorry," she apologized, looking around at the audience and back to the host. "I'm just so excited for you all to watch the project me and my director are working on! I daydream often about it." She giggled cutely, hiding any possible trace of noticable negative emotion.
Hellen smiled brightly. "Aw, isn't that sweet, folks? An actress that not only cares for her work, but cares about her fans." The audience clapped excitedly. "Well, that's all we have time for with our guest today! Give another round of applause for Miss Sakura Harun-!"
*BOOM*
There were multiple crashing sounds, and thick black smoke filled the set. Sakura, as well as everyone else, had little time to react when cameras and stage props began to fly at every angle, crashing into panicking people and undoubtedly injuring them.
Sakura couldn't remember much other than screaming, sirens, and gunshots before she was ripped out of the chaos by what seemed to be a SWAT team member. The person shoved her up against a wall; making his or herself a shield to protect her from the oncoming bullets.
The person looked down at her before asking, "are you injured?" Her protector was male, Sakura realized, for his voice was too hushed and deep to be owned by any female. She then tried to take in the man's features, although it was hard to look at someone who was pressed up to her so tightly in a smoky room. He was covered head to toe in dark, protective armor; bulletproof, most likely. The mas protecting his head and face looked less police-like and looked moreso authentic. He was much taller and much wider than her, making it effortless for him to envelop her in his protection. Even though the smoke was nearly blocking her airways, she took note that he smelled amazing. He shook her a bit before repeating his question, this time a little louder. "Ma'am, are you injured?"
"I-," Sakura's head was spinning from anxiety. "I-I don't know!" The man cursed under his breath before wrapping his arms around her waist and hoisting her over his shoulder. As she was in the air, she noticed the smoke was fading and she got a clearer view of the stage.
All that was left now were what seemed to be SWAT team members like the man who had potentially saved her, but one man in the far distance stood out. He had on a bright green jumpsuit and erasers for eyebrows. Her eyes widened as her mind pieced together what she wish it wouldn't have: this man was the same man that, just a couple of weeks ago, confessed his undying love for her. He was also the same man that pulled out a shiny diamond ring and eagerly got down on one knee. The same man that she had openly laughed at, proceeding to spit the words 'fuck off' into his face. The same man that, out of anger, located her family's home and shot both of her parents down.
He was here, attacking innocent civilians and causing this upmost ruckus. All in the hunt for her.
Before Sakura knew it, the man that was supporting her on his shoulder had quickly yanked her out of the set and she was outside, surrounded by thousands of police cars and officials. He brought her to a standing position, and ripped off his mask.
Raven locks fell to neatly frame a face Sakura couldn't make out. Onyx eyes clashed with her green ones, and she realized her vision was blurring up. He shook her, once again, and scanned her face for any response.
"Sakura? Sakura? Miss Haruno?" She dazedly smiled, barely making out her own thoughts of how pleasant she felt hearing her name come from such an alluring voice. Praise the Lord for such a beautiful voicebox on such a good smelling man.
"Sakura, you have to stay with me until an ambulance arrives," the man said, propping her to stand up right. As he did so, her legs gave out and he helped her to sit down, never moving his hand from her back for support.
The smoke was getting to her head, she realized through the fuzzy thoughts. Breathing in that much pollution at once wasn't good for a body. However, she felt.. peaceful? No, she was freaking out about something a minute before she was brought out by the good smelling man. Her mind was so gone at the moment that she couldn't figure out what it was that put her in this state. Maybe she should try to piece it together.
She woke up this morning, next to a random brawn (that was her score from the night before).
She searched around the room for all of her articles of clothing, got dressed, and kicked him out. (As well as paid him highly to keep his mouth shut about the hook up)
She made her coffee and called her manager, who informed her she was to appear at the Hellen DeStingy Show within an hour.
She sprinted out of her pink mansion and arrived at her stylist's place, who got her ready quicker than she thought was possible.
After that, she called her chauffeur up to drive her to the set, with one minute to spare.
She faked a persona for an audience, and-
Explosions.
Smoke.
Bullets.
Good smelling man saving her.
Him.
Before Sakura could remember anymore, she snapped back into reality and started hyperventilating. Many officials crowded around her and the good smelling man, before she fully remembered him and what she looked like.
"The man," she began slowly. The officials got closer. "H-he.. killed my.."
And the last thing she remembered was seeing stars, screaming, then blackness.
A/N: It may have sucked, idc idc. Obviously, I tried making a joke while changing Ellen DeGeneres's name to Hellen DeStingy so I wasn't completely ripping off Hollywood. Haha. Leave me feedback so I know if this story is getting acknowledged or not. Thaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnks. :)
