Hi! So I'm back with an actual chapter story. Not sure about how long it's going to be. The plan is pretty rough and not very clear but I have a general gist of what's going to happen.

I really hope you like it!

BTW: I'm aware Sasuke is kind of OOC. But keep in mind that this is AU where his parents or whatever aren't killed so he doesn't really have a reason to be cold and angsty like in the manga. Looking at Road to Ninja trailer, non-massacre Sasuke seems pretty happy. So I made Sasuke uh...not as angsty.


I always knew I was different.

I just didn't know in what way.

I especially didn't expect myself to be different in that way.

Because media, society, and school taught us that this is the normal way.

That girls are meant to be with girls, and that boys are meant to be with boys. I didn't ever question it, no one does. Why should we? It seems to make sense, why don't you group them together? Isn't that was genders are for?

But how come I never felt any physical attraction to them?

Why is it that none of the kisses I shared with them felt really…right? Like how movies, books, and plays portray it. They portray a true kiss to be one filled with sparks and sunshine – like you know it's perfect. Like you'll want more.

However, every time I kissed a girl I didn't feel anything but natural repulsiveness. I didn't understand, and thought maybe I just never loved them that way. Felt towards them that way. Maybe I just hadn't found the "right one", yet.

But now I'm twenty-three, and I'm starting to think there's something wrong with me.

History tells us that there used to be people called "heterosexuals". But they don't exist anymore. At least, that's what I thought.


"Because baby I love kissin you. The way you make me feel is something I can't describe…"

Ugh, I hate this song.

"You make me wanna throwwww my handssssssss into the !"

I groan as I throw off my sheets and punch the living crap out of my alarm clock. Why did I make that song my alarm? Oh yeah, because I didn't want to end up hating a song that's actually good.

Plus, I thought that if it was a crap song I would feel a bit more motivated to actually get up.

I rub my eyes and stretch my arms while yawning. It's Saturday. Why am I getting up so early? Well 8:30 AM isn't really early…but…

Oh yeah! Naruto.

I get up and lazily make my bed and head to the bathroom. I step into my walk-in shower – pink! – and press the buttons to control the water temperature, strength, and scent.

I love roses and strawberries, so showers of rose and strawberry scented bubbles spray out gently and cleanses my skin. After scrubbing my skin and scalp and brushing my teeth, I step out of the shower.

The big, round, hair dryer comes down from the ceiling and clamps itself around my head enclosing all of my wet hair and dries it from root to tip. It releases and goes back up and my hair – now completely dry – falls down my back.

I love technology.

(After all it is the 41st century.)

I decide to be simple with my makeup today. Something timeless and neutral, I suppose.

For my outfit I choose a white mini-dress that hugs my figure and has a light pink ribbon that accentuates the waist. I'm about to grab my favorite black clutch – it has a pink ribbon on it! – and head out the door when I get a phone call.

The caller ID tells me it's Naruto.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Hey Sak!" He says, "Listen, I need to tell you something."

Naruto is my best friend. He was since kindergarten.

Kids made fun of me for my unnatural looking pink hair and my abnormally large forehead. Even though Naruto was friendly, he is sometimes – I daresay - stupid. (And loud).

Which might be why a lot of people didn't want to be with him either. (It didn't help that he got in trouble all the time because of his antics.)

So what do two rejects do? We become best friends, of course! (And shop.)

"What is it?" I ask, a bit wary. Was he going to ask me to bring ramen? I swear, he loves that stuff way too much.

"I can't go today." I can almost hear his grimace in his voice.

Ugh, what? I plop down onto my (somewhat made) bed.

"But we've been planning this for days," I moan. "And I need to shop. My workplace is having some kind of ball or something and I need an outfit! You said you were going to help me!"

"I know, I know! And I'm sorry…but…" All of a sudden I feel some husky chuckling and is that…is that groaning? Oh God.

"Are you…with Sai?" I practically bite out. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God. Why?

"I'm so sorry, Sakura." Naruto tells me, and I can tell he's trying to sound normal. Eww! "But he ended up coming over earlier this morning, and-"

"Okay! Okay! I get it!" I practically shout out. I do not need details. "Bye!"

"No wait! Sak!"

No, no, please don't tell me more! I'm your best friend, but there are limits!

"What is it, Naruto?" I don't like hearing or seeing anything sexual. It just bothers me, I don't know why. I guess it's because I never experienced it myself but to me it's just ew.

Especially when it's between guys. Because come on, I don't know anything about them! Well, hardly.

(I did take human anatomy in high school.)

"Look, I felt really bad, so I called one of my friends up to meet you instead."

"What?" I gasp, "But Naruto, I probably don't know him! It's going to be so awkward. And you know how I am with people that I don't know!"

I wasn't just a semi-loner because of my forehead. I grew into it in high school, but I still didn't have many friends. I am just that socially inept.

"It's fine. He's chill, I promise. His name is Sasuke. Has dark hair, dark eyes, and he's pretty tall. Pretty sexy, if you ask me. But-"

"Gah! Stop it! I can't!" I practically screech. I do not need to know how attractive Naruto thinks this 'Sasuke' is.

"Haha, just kidding Sak. He's going to be waiting for you in our original waiting place. If he gives you a hard time just tell me later. I'll beat him up or whatever. But seriously, it'll be fine. He gives pretty good fashion advice. Just go! And maybe you can make friends other than me."

Ouch.

"Ugh, fine." I grumble, "But you owe me!"

He laughs, "Sure, sure!"

We hang up and I sigh.

Great, now I have to go meet some guy I don't even know.

Hopefully he's friendly like Naruto, so I don't have to talk much. I babble a lot when I start talking so I don't like talking a lot in front of other people except Naruto and maybe his boyfriend, Sai.

Reluctantly, I get up and pick up my black clutch again, (It doesn't feel quite so like my favorite anymore.), and walk out the door – making sure to close and lock it.

I live in an apartment building, so I take the elevator down to the underground parking lot and find my car. (Which is sexy, thank you.)

I worry about this new stranger. What if he thinks I'm weird? What if he ditches me? What if he actually has horrible fashion taste, but Naruto doesn't know it?

(After all, Naruto likes the color orange. I mean, really?)

What if he's actually a girl in disguise?


I worry until I arrive at the mall and park my (awesome, beautiful, and wonderful) car in a parking space near our usual meeting place outside the mall. It's like a park bench surrounded by several cherry blossom trees.

Naruto designated that spot as "ours" because of the cherry blossom trees.

"It's just like your name!" He had said then. "Cherry blossoms of the spring. Even though it's not spring."
Before, the flowers only stayed open during the spring time, science class told me. But now our scientists are able to genetically engineer and grow trees that have cherry blossoms in bloom all year long. It is just too beautiful.

I walk towards the park bench and I see a silhouette of a man sitting on one side of the park bench. He's wearing a simple, dark, button up shirt and jeans. I feel a bit overdressed in my mini-dress. (Ha! Overdressed…mini-dress…get it? Okay, never mind.)

I don't notice any details until I really walk up to him and that's when my life changed.

It takes all I can to keep my jaw from dropping. Naruto wasn't kidding. He is s-s-…sexy.

How can a guy be that attractive?
His dark eyes aren't just dark, they're like pools of molten obsidian. His hair isn't just dark, either. It's almost a navy blue, and the tints of lighter blue can be seen in the sunlight. He is tall, but he is also statuesque. His built suggests that he works out. A lot.

It's nothing like girls with their simple curves and breasts and long hair that are supposed to attract each other.

I feel an attraction to him that I have never felt before. I feel like my knees might start wobbling.

Looking at his lips, it makes me want to kiss him. Looking at his hair, it makes me wonder how soft it is, how he'd react if I pulled it slightly during a moment of passion. His shoulders, his stomach, they all look well-toned and I want to run my hands down his body. Slowly, I find my eyes travelling farther down and…

This is wrong, this is so wrong. How am I attracted to a guy this much? It's not like…not like I'm…I'm…-

"Are you Sakura?" He asks me. His voice is smooth, masculine, and inviting. Never, ever, ever, have I relished in such a masculine voice. Oh why?

"Y-y-yes." I stutter. Oh words, I am stuttering! What is this? I am not Hinata. "You're Sasuke?"

"Hn."

….?

What in the world does "Hn" mean? Does that mean, "Yes, I am Sasuke", or does that mean "Yes, you idiot. Of course I'm Sasuke. How else would I know you name, you annoying girl."? That one phrase could be translated into so many different meanings, I don't even know!

It sounded a bit annoyed though. Oh God, is he annoyed by me? Does this mean he doesn't want to be with me? Does this mean that he was forced into this? What did Naruto offer to him?

Oh God maybe I was right. Maybe I really am bothering him. Naruto, why did you do this to me?

"S-Sorry." I mutter.

He looks at me, as if confused.

"Sorry, Naruto's an idiot. You didn't have to come. I can shop by myself. You probably don't want to be here. Sorry, you can, you can, you can go."

He just looks at me. I duck my head and flush under his somewhat intense gaze. Why am I acting like this around a guy? Why am I getting so embarrassed this easily?

I never acted like this around girls. I always felt a bit more confident, despite the fact that I am socially inept. After all, I did have a memorable amount of girlfriends in the past.

I feel a cool hand grip mine and it's Sasuke. He's holding my hand. My heart beats like crazy and I'm scared my palm is going to sweat. Why is he holding my hand? It feels nice. Too nice.

It makes me want to pull his hand, arm, and whole entire body to mine and…

Okay I have to stop this. Why is it that I – one that never fantasized about a girl in my life – am the one that is fantasizing over a guy?

Sasuke's eyes are expressionless, and he leads me into the mall.

What?

The confusion must be evident on my face because he says,

"Let's just get this over with, okay?"

I don't know what is wrong with me. Why I'm reacting like this to a guy, when I've never felt this way about a girl – ever.

But for a moment, all is fine because when he said that to me he gave me a sort of smile. And his smile made my heart flutter like a butterfly on crack.

I can worry about why I feel this way around him and what it might mean, but I think I'll just enjoy what time I have with this mysteriously attractive guy for now. Who knows if I'll see him again later?

(Gotta go with the flow.)


"So your workplace is having a ball?"

"Something like it," I say while going through a rack of semi-formal dresses. "It's like a fancy dance thing. I guess. The dress-code is semi-formal, though. So shorter dresses would be fine. No ball gowns."

He chuckles a bit and my heart does that weird fluttering thing again.

It feels like my life just changed within the past hour. (Which it had. I just discovered I might have an physical attraction to a guy. Something that has been unheard of for centuries. I'm a freak.)

I mean I always knew I was different. There must have been a reason why I was never able to say "I love you, too" when it was said to me from my ex-girlfriends. A reason why I never wanted to do anything more than kissing them. Even kissing them felt wrong to me and I never knew why. And now I know.

I'm a…a…heterosexual. Which is why I love this guy's company. Why I want to kiss him like how girls kiss other girls, and perhaps even do more. But what would more even be?

My heterosexual instincts are telling me that it's something, but I never heard of or knew what those people did and I feel so confused.

No, Sakura. You're not supposed to be confused or worrying right now. Just enjoy this guy's company and try not to act like a freak of nature which you are.

"How about this one?" I look at the piece that Sasuke is holding. It's a light, gentle, sky-blue color. The material looks flimsy, flowy, sheer, and soft. It's not see through, however, because it is made up of many layers. The waist is an empire waist and the cloth that covers the chest area is very opaque. The shirt is made up of layers of the flimsy, light, fabric. It reminds me of fairies and mermaids.

"It…it looks beautiful." I say with awe. "Naruto is right, you do have remarkable taste."

I'm not sure but I think he's blushing. He asks me if it's my size and I check the tag and it is. Sasuke tells me to go ahead and try it on and come out so he can see.

I smile at him, excited, and I take the dress from him. He holds my clutch for me as I quickly change into the dress in the changing room.

It fits me perfectly. The clear straps that are supposed to help keep the dress up if you're not very…erm…filled out…in your chest areas don't even need adjusting. The hem of the dress reached mid-thigh which is a very good length for someone my height. (I'm short, okay?)

When I step out, barefooted – hey it's carpet and it's not that dirty okay! – he gasps a little.

"It looks…gorgeous, on you." He murmurs. Both of our faces are flushed a deep red now, like tomatoes.

"All credit goes to you, of course," I say, embarrassed. "But thanks."

"It's flattering," he tells me, "And it's great that it looks good on you even though it's strapless. Most people can't really pull it off. Your hair is quite long, I think you should curl it when you wear that."

I grin at him. "I think I have a pair of white stiletto pumps that would go well with this."

"What about jewelry?" This makes me grin even more. Naruto is not that thoughtful. He would probably think a dress and a pair of shoes is enough.

"Umm, I have a silver set with small diamonds on it." I tell him, "I'm pretty sure it'll go well. But if it doesn't, no worries. Jewelry isn't completely necessary."

"Not necessary, but important," Sasuke tells me, "We can look for something in this mall, you know."

I bite my lip in hesitation.

To be honest, I don't have the loosest budget – if that sounds right.

I mean I'm getting by, but I don't think I can really afford to buy a set of jewelry right now.

Most of the sets that I own at present are gifts, the ones that I bought for myself are usually cheap. The aforementioned silver and diamond set was my mother's.

Also, jewels are getting more expensive by the second. The earth can only produce so much. And it's not quite the same when scientists make it. And even then it's pretty pricey.

(You might say, oh! But you have that awesome shower and stuff. But it is the 41st century and that stuff is a given. It's even installed in the cheapest apartments. There are awesomer showers. And stuff.)

"Nah," I tell him, "It's fine."

"You sure?" He frowns at me, "Oh that's right. Naruto tells me you're not really the richest person."

That. Hoe.

"Did he?" I laugh – albeit forefully – "That kid. He's so funny! No really, it's fine."

For a moment, Sasuke's expression is unreadable.

"Alright," He says finally, "If you say so."

"I do."

All of a sudden I regret saying that, not because I wanted to go get jewelry, but because it meant we have to say good-bye.

The shopping trip is over.

"I…um." He starts, flushes a little, and starts again, "It'd be cool to be friends. I'm actually pretty close friends with the idiot."

I don't even need to ask who the "idiot" is.

"So…if you want to meet up again, just ask him for my number or something, okay?"

My cheeks turn pinker and I nod, "Sure!"


Okay, okay, okay. So the shopping trip is over and now I'm back in my room, sitting on my bed, and this is bad.

Like I said before, never, never, ever, have I felt that way about anyone.

And when I do, it's for a guy. What the hell?

Girls are supposed to like girls, not guys! What I'm feeling right now, it's unnatural. Isn't it?

Am I really a freak of nature?

And what's worse is that he doesn't feel the same. Because I'm the abnormal one here. I'd never be able to be with him that way. Never.

What should I do? Should I forget about this whole mess?

I thought I never felt the "sparks" because I never met the wrong girl, not because I actually like guys.

Hold on, why is it just Sasuke? Why have I never felt this way about any other guys? Is it just because Sasuke is that attractive? Am I really a hetero?

Yes, I am. Maybe it just took a really attractive guy to convince me of that.

Ugh, ugh, ugh. What am I going to do?


It was all I could do to control my expression and being.

I fall face first into my bed and try to control the strangest arousal I ever had in my life.

I never, ever, felt that way around a girl before. Heck, I never felt that way around guys!

It explains so much why I felt so comfortable around the idiot. It wasn't because we were just close friends, it was because I never felt anything physical or sexual around him!

And that's because I'm not…not really normal.

I run my hands through my hair. What is the use of having fanboys if I'm not attracted to any of them?

My dads were always joking around that I might be heterosexual – something unheard of – because I never showed any interest in them.

But they were actually right.

What was I going to do? She definitely didn't feel the same.

Sakura was probably normal, and liked other girls like she should.

I buried my face into my pillow and groaned.

This is not good.


So yeah, sorry it's not very long;/ But it's kind of like an introduction to the story I guess. Gahh, I'm not very good at writing long chapters! Sorry;;; But would you guys prefer shorter chapters that are updated a bit more frequently, or longer ones that don't update quite as often?

& Yes, the last part is Sasuke's POV.

Um um um, so please review! Please? (Yes I am a review whore). But seriously, it motivates me when I think that people actually care about the story tehe :x ;;;

Tell me about what you think, I haven't written and updated something really substantial in a while. So constructive criticism is welcome.

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