A/N:
all installments of Four Seasons are different stories. thank you. :]
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title: Four Seasons [Taste Berries in Spring]
disclaimer: not mine fellas!
note: Sasuke's POV, OOC [sorry guys, it can't be helped…]
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I've always thought that I am one of the greatest guys alive. Literally. With looks, designer clothes, and excellent skills in sports, let's just say that I can be your ideal guy by all conventional definitions. And because of that, I've always believed I can get any girl I want. I can date anyone. The sky is the limit. I don't mean to sound cocky but if you're someone like me, dating anyone you like is as natural as breathing. In my life, that's reality, simple as that.
I've had my share of girlfriends. I know how to pick them but contrary to what people expect, I've never been in a single relationship that can be categorized as a serious one. Being cynical in love is too way out of the line, but being romantic or all dreamy is not in my league either. Besides, girls are pretty much all the same anyway. They are easy, typical, and predictable. I'm neither stereotyping them nor speaking in general, this is just what my experiences taught me. For an instance, throw them your killer smile and they would start getting the wrong signals. Kiss them and the next day, you're the talk of the town and the center of all girly chit-chats. Start asking them out and they would start expecting lots of things from you ― call them every night, meet their parents, introduce them to your friends, or climb all sorts of mountain just to see them etc etc. The list goes on and on.
Those things are totally out of the question. Plainly ridiculous. Something I've never really wanted to deal with.
So from the day I found that girls have cooties to the day I learned about sex and its wonders, I've never let my guard down around them. Why should I in the first place? I can get any girl remember? I don't need to come to them, they come to me. Girls respect me. They need me. They run after me. Girls are like ramp models having the fashion show of their lives right in front of me. Flaunting themselves and everything. Simply, they want to be with me. Okay, let me stop there, people might think I was bragging too much but yeah, you get the idea.
I've always thought that I am one of the greatest guys alive. I've always believed I can get any girl I want―
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Well, that was before I met her.
Taste Berries in Spring
Our first meeting was unexpected. It was purely coincidental.
Well technically, it was not our first meeting. We have practically known each other since kindergarten. But even though we go to the same school, we're not what you call friends, or acquaintances. We're not even on first name basis. We lived in completely different worlds. She is the captain of the Science team and one of the honorary members of the Disciplinary Committee, while I am the captain of the basketball team and a total jackass.
She always hangs out with the nerds, and I rule the halls like a dictator who happened to colonize the whole school. She speaks a total alien language that only her Science geek friends can understand. They are the type of people who tend to have these deep debates over a tissue paper. Every Tuesday and Thursday, she and her teammates wear the same t-shirt which has 'I LOVE E=MC' imprinted on it. During lunch breaks, instead of a cola, they order milk. While I with my team are like what guys from magazines are made of, they, on the other hand are walking calculators and encyclopedias.
See? We lived in completely different worlds. We lived in opposites with no parallel lines in between.
We were not supposed to meet, for our worlds were never created to coincide―
―but that's what I thought.
This is my story.
Chapter 1: fate
I was in the bookstore finding mom a gift when there was a sudden flash of pink in my periphery then the next thing I knew, I bumped into someone without realizing who it was at first.
"Oops sorry." I heard someone muttered an apology.
It was a girl. The voice was familiar, but I didn't remember when or where I encountered it as I got preoccupied by her things that fell on the floor, scattered at the same time.
Two things came to my mind, should I help her? Or ignore and just walk away?
Girl or not, it was never in my philosophy to help a stranger.
I was having a debate with my thoughts when she spoke.
"Uchiha Sasuke?" She asked me sounding dumbfounded. Too dumbfounded actually.
I looked back at her. I recognized the pink hair immediately and realized right away that she's one of the brainiacs. I often see her with them. Pink hair is easily recognizable after all.
Though I still couldn't remember her name.
"It's really you. Wow." She said then gathered back her things.
I raised my eyebrow. I didn't know why she was so surprised to see me.
I snorted. Another fangirl I thought. Figures.
When she was done with her things, she gave me a look as if scrutinizing.
"Uh… are you lost? This is the bookstore. Book-store. The sports shop is on the other side of the mall, remember?" She said enunciating the words like she was talking to a toddler.
I didn't respond and will never admit that I was half-blown away by that comment.
And there I thought all she wanted was an autograph.
"I can give you directions if you want," she continued. Sarcasm duly noted.
I looked at her in my usual cold manner.
"Do I know you?" I asked dryly.
Of course I knew her. Not the name, but the face was familiar to me. I just felt to be indifferent for some impression.
To my surprise, she laughed.
It was a soft laugh, almost a chuckle and not at all irritating. At least.
"Well, define 'know'?" She asked instead.
She raised her eyebrow at me when I didn't respond.
Well, who can blame me? Tell me how could I respond to that?
"Well?" She asked again.
"You're weird." I told her flatly.
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"It's not."
"I know."
Feeling our conversation was getting nowhere, I turned to go. I can find mom a gift elsewhere anyway.
"Go straight ahead then turn left." She said stopping my track.
I looked back at her over my shoulder.
"Hn?"
"Oh, I mean the sports shop. Straight ahead then left." She said while pointing to that direction.
"Why do you keep on insisting I'm going to the sports shop?" I answered back trying my best not to glare at her.
"I don't know… just a theory I guess." She said, shrugging her shoulders like it wasn't a big deal.
"And what theory is that?" I turned to face her fully.
"Can you actually imagine seeing Michael Jordan going at places like this? A bookstore of all places?" She said in a matter of fact tone as if doing her best to accentuate her point.
Which I didn't really get at all.
"I'll just pretend I know where you're going with this… with your so called theory." I told her sarcastically.
She laughed even more, much to my growing irritation.
"Did the great Uchiha Sasuke just crack a joke?"
Me? Cracking a joke? Oh yes. Absolutely. And pigs fly right?
"No. And you're really weird." I told her bluntly.
"Do you know calling someone weird is like calling them a genius?"
I didn't bother to respond. She continued.
"It's because being weird and a genius are both things that people can't easily comprehend with their average minds."
And she continued.
"And do you know how many times people called Albert Einstein weird?"
"Oh… sorry, do you even know him? He's the man behind―"
"I know him." I immediately cut her off.
How dare her accused me of not knowing Albert Einstein. Even a newborn baby is familiar of him for god's sake.
"Wow. You actually know him? That's extraordinarily appalling." She said wryly.
This girl has guts, I thought.
So for a retort, I smirked at her.
"Did you also know how many times people called Einstein annoying?" I told her mockingly.
Believe me, shutting her up is like winning a scratchy, or better, a lottery ticket.
But when I looked at her expression which suddenly became so serious (that serious look which I often see on Naruto's face whenever he's choosing what type of ramen to order or on Lee's whenever he's having a dilemma on how many laps to finish), I got this feeling that something was still―
"I'm not that sure… 21 times?"
God, this girl was by far, the weirdest girl I have ever encountered.
"Oh wait! I think it was 23 times, because when he was 5 years old, you see, he went to―"
And the most annoying too.
"I. was. joking." I cut her off almost rudely as I emphasized each word. "God, you're so annoying."
She was shocked I knew for I saw it in her eyes. Her eyes displayed some emotion I can't decipher. Was she upset? Did she realize how a total asshole I was? Well I didn't mean to sound rude but seriously? Can't she take a joke?
But much to my inner chagrin, she bursted into fits of laughter.
"Oh my god, that was the lamest joke ever!" She said, still laughing as she clutched her paper bag more tightly.
Say what? And I was the lame one?
I sighed. This meeting was simply outrageous.
Her phone rang catching both our attention. In a way, I was thankful for the diversion.
She checked the caller ID then she turned to me.
"It's my dad." She told me before answering her phone.
I looked away. She didn't have to tell me who the caller was. As if I care right?
And I convinced myself hard that she was just to some extent, amusing me so that was why I still found myself glued on the spot waiting for her to finish.
As she was talking to her dad, I took the opportunity to examine her fully. She has pink hair, which I supposed the whole world knew. It reaches down to her waist, with few locks of hair framing her face. She has emerald eyes that strangely, matched her top, as she was wearing a green shirt with a striped-dark and light green long-sleeved shirt underneath it. I smirked. Good. At least she's not wearing their uniform t-shirt. As for her bottom, she was dressed in a denim skirt, striped high socks with the same style as her long-sleeved shirt, and black doll shoes.
She also had a see-through black shoulder bag where you can see all the stuffs inside. Among other things, I remember there were pink notebook, scientific calculator, and a protractor. I grimaced. She brings protractor at the mall?
What the hell?
But overall, she looked smart in her outfit. Her style was kind of odd, but the funny truth is, it suited her really well.
And as I observed her more closely, I noticed she was rather petite for her age. She's not that skinny, but not as built like the other girls I knew either. She has no curves. At all. If I didn't know any better, I might mistook her for an 8th-grader.
Judging by her looks, I realized that she was very simple and plain looking. She wore no make-up. But her face has this natural glow which, I will never say out loud can bring out a natural blush in her cheeks whenever she smiled or giggled on whatever funny thing her dad was telling her over the phone.
Even with natural rosy cheeks, I convinced myself million times that no, she is not cute. She's one of the brainiacs. She's different from me.
She has rosy cheeks? So what? I had seen lots of girls who have rosy cheeks. And they were far more attractive. And they have curves to top it all.
Yet, my traitor mind kept on telling me that there was still something about her that made her different from the usual girls I see in school.
Maybe it was her personality? Her weirdness was astounding after all. But whatever, I shrugged it off. I told myself she's not my type. Simple as that.
But why I still found myself staring at her was far beyond me.
And why there was a sudden twitch in the pit of my stomach when I realized I still didn't know her name was completely beyond me either.
I was in my deepest thoughts, having another debate with myself if I should ask her name or what when suddenly―
"I have to go."
―she said bringing my thoughts back to reality. I cursed silently when I realized I must had been staring at her hard enough for me not to notice she was already done with her phone call.
Already?
Still, I acted indifferent.
"Hn."
Then I turned to go. Her words stopped me again though.
"Remember the directions Sasuke."
"For your own convenience, I am not going to the sports shop. I was looking for a book actually, for my mom's birthday next week."
There. I said it. For some reason, I felt somewhat relieved.
Then she smiled at me. I was flustered. It was a different smile.
It seemed… real. Genuine.
No. I didn't blush. I don't blush.
And for the third time that day, I convinced myself harder that no, her smile didn't make her looked prettier. And I wasn't swimming in the Nile River either.
So to hide my flustered state, I glared at her.
"Happy now?" I said.
And here where I was expecting another sarcastic remark from her when ―
"There's a bookstore down the 5th avenue that I really really love. They sell wide varieties of book in a reasonable price. You should check the place if you have time." She told me instead.
I didn't answer. Simply because I didn't know what to say.
Then she checked her watch.
"Oh my, I really have to go now. My dad is probably waiting for me already."
She looked at me and smiled. Again.
Damn
"Bye Sasuke."
Then she was gone―
―just before I was able to thank her...
And ask her her name.
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T.B.C
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A/N:
~ woot! and the 3rd installment of Four Seasons is out!
~ why the title? It's cute. haha! nah.. not only that, the term taste berry symbolizes anything that makes your life sweeter. cheesy much? yah.. ikr. :D
~ why OOC? simple. if we use the canon Sasuke, hell would freeze over first before I get him & Sakura together! go figure! *rolls eyes*
~ and yes, it's multi-chaptered! actually, I originally planned for this to be a loooooong one-shot but on the last minute, I changed my mind. so yes, expect for more chapters. XD
~ I have lots of plans for this fic! I'm really really excited! this is just the first chapter, and first chapters sometimes give us an impression that the plot is cliché and all. but I promise that I'm planning lots of twists for this fic! please support me. (:
~ and I know, I tend to mess up with our tenses, I'm very sorry for that. my Speech teacher might kill me for that but whatever, first person fics can really be a major b*tch sometimes, but still, they are really fun to write… teehee.. C:
~ and the important is, it's still understandable right?
~ btw, we dedicate this fic to all the wonderful people who reviewed Autumn Dreams & My Winter Romeo. you guys are awesome! i love you guys! thank you very much!
~ check out my new fic: Hit or Miss ^^
~ so now guys, it wouldn't take much of your time to hit the review button below right? :] why don't you give it a try? tell me what you think. I'll definitely give you a cookie.
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