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[Actors/ Fake Dating AU] Sakura is an actress coming off of a brief hiatus. Sasuke is a rockstar with an up and coming acting career. The two get cast in a romantic action flick, but there's one thing they missed in their contracts: they have to pretend to date to promote the movie! Sakura wears her heart on her sleeve, and Sasuke isn't one for romance, but they can't deny the spark that's heating up between them. Will they be able to keep reel and real separate?


This chapter is unedited. (6/23/19)


Fade In

The screen is black at the beginning; gradually the image appears, brightening to full strength.


Chapter One: Action!

Sakura


I could feel the anger boiling within me reach its peak. Sweat begins to accumulate in my palms as I ball them into fists, keeping my rage from exploding. The single source of light above us continues to flicker as if to symbolize the spark that was dimming between us until there was nothing left but darkness.

I could feel his eyes on me, burning a hole in my head. I tear my gaze away from the floor and meet his eyes. It isn't just anger reflected in them. And seeing it hurt me all the more.

Disappointment.

Disappointment in me.

"Don't give me that look," I say, my voice coming out quiet and contained.

He says nothing and the silence creates even more distance between us. How can someone so close feel so far away?

Unrelentingly, I stare back at him, not wanting to budge and standing my ground.

Finally, he speaks.

"I should have known." His voice sounds distant, impersonal.

I scoff but had nothing to say.

"Going quiet on me now? This isn't like you." He pauses, narrowing his eyes. "I guess, I never really knew you anyway."

"You're blaming this all on me?" My tone rises before I catch myself.

"Should I?"

Damn him.

It was quiet again. I could feel the tension rising. I could feel the bated breaths around us, the silence not our only observer.

"Nothing to say?"

"I have plenty."

"Then why aren't you saying anything?"

There were so many things I wanted to say, but they all got caught in my throat, pride refusing to let them escape. Pride stopped the tears that were forming in my eyes, not wanting them to run. I rub my face in frustration.

I hear him let out a breath.

"You want to put the blame on me? Fine." I say, my voice quivering. "But I'm not the one pretending to be innocent."

"Who says I'm playing innocent?" He narrows his eyes as he takes a step closer to me. He doesn't continue that thought as he stops in front of me, tilting my head upward to stare directly into his eyes. I stand my ground, the tears threatening to fall. I don't let them. "Just answer me this."

I purse my lips.

"Did you ever trust me?"

It's a simple question with a simple answer.

But nothing leaves my lips. My eyes look down, his gaze suddenly too much for me to bear.

His fingers leave my chin, a shuddering exhale exits his lips. "Okay."

I hear his retreating steps. I feel my heart beating, taking over my senses. The thudding reaches my ears. I could feel my lips thirst for moistness. I could feel the sting in my eyes from keeping everything hidden.

Suddenly, I hear the door slam shut and see the light stop flickering and die, I couldn't take it anymore and let the tears try to wash away the the enormous pain in my chest.

And then…

"CUT!" A booming voice reaches my ears as the set's lights go back on and the crew burst into a roaring applause. "That's a wrap on Sasuke and Sakura! Way to go out with a bang, you two. Beautiful! Just beautiful!"

I hear the crew sing us praises. I go ahead and thank the cast and crew for their work. I know I should sound more grateful.

But my heart's just not in it.

My eyes search for him and find his back towards me. As if feeling my gaze, he turns to look at me.

The scene is over.

Filming is over.

But the disappointment in his eyes lingered.

And my heart breaks into a thousand pieces.

We never expected it.

But it happened.

Then, it all fell to pieces.

And now, all I feel is regret.


Five months prior


"Sakura!" My agent, Shizune, practically yells at me through the phone as I lounge by the pool of my newly bought house. "I have your next project!"

I stifle a laugh at her obvious excitement. "Shizune, I told you I want to take a break for a while. Slow down my life a little. It feels like I can't catch up to how fast it's been going lately."

"I know, I know! But you're going to love this."

I raise a hand to block the sun from my eyes. "So sure?"

"Might Guy is directing a new big budget action film and wants you as the female protagonist," she announces.

This catches my attention. "Me?"

Might Guy has been making quite the name for himself in the industry these past few years. He specializes in high budget action films that almost always reach high box office success.

I'm not new in the industry. I've been acting since my late teens, starring in the adaptation of a famous young adult novel that propelled me into the lifestyle I've been living for almost eight years. At twenty five, I've starred in numerous films and TV shows, some more successful than others. I am thankful for the success, but recently, I've been feeling burnt out.

I love my job. Truly, I do. But to stay relevant in the industry, I have to take job after job, role after role. I could feel it start to take a toll on me. And I fear the public might be starting to feel tired of looking at my face.

And I'm starting to get tired of taking the same roles. Aside from feeling exhausted, I'm starting to feel pigeonholed. Always the same romcoms, the same dramas, and the odd musical or two. I want a break. Take back control in my life. This was exactly what I told Shizune after filming my short appearance on a show a few months back.

I remind her of this, and she sighs. "Just try reading the script. I know you said you wanted better roles, and I think this is it!"

"They sent you a script?"

"Well, not the whole thing. Just a few scenes, but I have a feeling you'll love it. They're pretty tight lipped about it, but Guy called us himself. He really wants you in this movie, Sak."

"But why?"

I did a few films with some action scenes in the past but have done none recently. And even with those roles, they were never Might Guy level.

"From what I've read, it's perfect for you!"

"You said it was different."

"Yes, but it isn't too different that the general public's head would explode. It's primarily an action film, but there's a big romance in there as well."

Now, it's beginning to click. "I don't know, Shizune…"

"Read the scenes, Sak. I promise you, it's not what you're thinking."

What am I thinking?

I've been so dead set on taking a break.

But what exactly have I been doing on this break?

Aside from hanging out with some friends that I haven't seen in a while, the rest of my time was spent watching films. And watching them made me think of work. And work is something I should not be focusing on on this break from work.

I contemplate it in my head. I've been enjoying the relaxation I did get these past few months. But this opportunity is something I couldn't just turn away from. Relenting, I agree to read the scenes they sent, and Shizune hangs up, happy, telling me that she will send the script she was sent and a few extra details once she gets back to the office.

Carefully placing my phone down onto the table beside me, I stare at the steady pool water with a feeling that whatever tranquility I'm currently feeling will be gone soon.


I'm guided by the hostess to the booth Ino is currently in and smile as I see my best friend waving excitedly at me, her blue eyes sparkling in delight. She's wearing a short purple dress that ends just above the middle of her thigh. Standing up, she wraps her arms around my shoulders in a big hug. "It feels like we haven't seen each other in forever, billboard brow!"

"If you would stay put for once, we could hand out more often, you pig!" I say as I smooth down the skirt of my red dress that's about the same length as Ino's. We both sit.

"It's runway season, babe. Duty calls."

Ino Yamanaka has been my best friend since we were in kindergarten. From making flower crowns together in recess to flashing lights and red carpets, we've been thick as thieves for as long as I can remember. She's gone from dreaming about being a model for so long and seeing her live her dream makes me so proud of everything she's achieved. Now, she was going to every major fashion week runway in the world with every bit of confidence and grace she had in her almost too ridiculous body. Hey, someone has to knock her down a peg every now and then. Me calling her a pig doesn't change the fact that she looks anything but.

We've had these ridiculous nicknames for each other since were children, and they just stuck. The first time we called each other that on social media made everyone think we had issues with each other though, so we had to explain that ourselves.

As the hostess walks away with our drink orders, she leaves us with the menus. It's not like we need them though. Ino and I have been regulars here at BBQ grill and bar for a while now. It's an upclass barbeque joint that's high up in the buildings thirtieth floor with a beautiful view overlooking the breathtaking city lights. They looked like stars that replaced the ones in the sky.

"So, what've you been up to?" Ino asks as she puts the menu aside. "Have you broken yet and taken another job?"

"What do you mean 'have I broken'?"

She rolls her eyes. "You've been saying you wanted a break for so long, but I knew once you were on one, you'd be itching to work."

"What? No! I've been relaxing."

"Oh please! You're the biggest over worker I know." She laughs. "You deserve a break, and I'm glad you did. Just surprised you haven't accepted any offers at all these past few months."

"You're one to talk. Who's the one booked and busy?"

"I told you it's runway season. It's the time of the year I'm supposed to be booked and busy."

The hostess is replaced by our waiter who looks to be hiding his excitement at the sight of us. He must be new. He places our drinks down in front of us and takes a notepad out. We give him our usual order and he walks away, grinning nervously.

Ino takes a sip of her cosmo and looks at me. "You haven't answered my question."

"Which was?"

"Oh, don't act dumb."

I sigh. "No, I haven't taken any new jobs."

She almost chokes on her drink. "Wow."

"Don't look too surprised. I told you I'm on a break."

She takes a napkin from the dispenser and taps the area around her mouth. "I know, but still. Wow! You are taking a break."

This time, I roll my eyes. "Easy, pig."

She looks at me, examining my facial expression. "There's something else."

Damn, she knows me too well. And apparently my thoughts are shown on my face because she starts to laugh out loud.

"I knew it! So you are taking a job?"

"No," I reply, finally taking a sip out of my margarita. "I'm thinking about it."

"Same diff," she waves her hand in a dismissive manner. "What's it about?"

Shrugging, I put my glass down. "I don't know yet."

"You don't?" This intrigues her.

"Shizune just called me earlier about a film Might Guy is directing. He wants me as a lead," I pause to take another sip. "But don't say anything about it to anyone yet. Nothing's set in stone, and the project's still a secret, apparently."

"It might as well be! Sakura, this is big!" She says, her hands pressed together.

"I know, I know. But I have no idea what it's about yet. Shizune still needs to send me the scenes they sent her."

"I mean, you have been saying you want to branch out to different genres. An action film by Might Guy is perfect."

"That's the thing, she says it's an action romance. And since they sought me out, specifically, I don't know if I'm gonna end up playing the same old female love interest I've been playing for years."

Ino studies me, lips pursed in concentration. Then, she sighs. "Sakura… It's been a year."

And she reads through me again. I swear, I love her, but she's too damn good at knowing what's in my head. "I know."

"You and Sasori crashed and burned, I know, but you and I both know you're not gonna let yourself end up romantically involved with a costar again."

I place my elbows on the table as I rub my forehead. "I know."

Ah, yes. Sasori. Haven't heard his name in a while. We worked on a romantic drama together two years ago and dated for a year and a half. He was an actor and artist, dividing up his work in film and in fine arts. He's good at his job. Maybe a little too good. It was a very public relationship. Cameras followed us everywhere they could find us. We were happy. At least I thought we were.

And then I found out he was using me for publicity and was actually with his artistic partner Deidara.

Funny thing is, before we started dating, I thought he and Deidara were a thing for sure. Turns out, I was right, and let myself get caught in the publicity stunt I wasn't even aware I was in. They weren't out to the public, and I sure as hell wasn't going to expose them like that. It's not my place. And also because they wanted to keep their lives private. So we ended things.

His management wasn't too happy about it. We announced our break up despite their reservations and that only made them angrier.

I woke up to news articles blaming the break up on me saying that I was too aggressive a girlfriend, that I was borderline abusive, making up sensationalized stories about the way our relationship was. This sent my management team up the rails, obviously, and it made my blood boil.

Sasori called me, apologizing profusely. I knew it wasn't his doing, and I appreciated that he called. But still, it didn't stop the media circus. So he went on record to defend me. Months later, he still hasn't made his return to the screen. And I still feel terrible about it.

I didn't know his management would go as far as to firing him. We're still in touch, despite popular belief. I even get invited to dinner with him and Deidara, who is quite outspoken and fun to be around. Despite everything, we remained friends. He says that he's been meaning to leave acting behind and focus on his art, but that doesn't make me feel any better about how everything played out.

I guess you could say that that whole fiasco was what made me want to take a break from it all. But I loved acting. I could never get enough of it. Even that shit show didn't end my love for it.

But the industry was cutthroat. I'm still surprised people want me in their projects after that.

"Sakura, you're doing it again," Ino says, breaking me out of my reminiscence.

"What?" I look at her.

"Overthinking." She gives me a small smile. "That whole thing is old news, and the public, more or less, is back on your side. Sai tells me Sasori's art has never been more popular either. And you two are still friends, so you two ended up winning."

"Yeah, it's just… Hard to get over."

"Hey, at least that good-for-nothing management company is gone. Danzo was the biggest piece of shit, and is most likely never getting hired again."

I raise my glass. "Cheers to that."

Our food arrives, and we start catching each other up on what's been happening in our lives recently.

"How are you and Sai?"

The smile on her face grew. "I'll admit, I didn't think we would click the way we do, but it's amazing." Someone's incredibly smitten.

"It's a match I didn't see coming, that's for sure," I remark, sarcasm dripping in my words.

"You're just mad he called you ugly." She smirks.

"He stills calls me that!"

"It's his nickname for you!"

"He gives people nicknames?"

"Yup."

"What's his nickname for you, then?"

She grins and flips her blonde hair. "Beautiful."

Neither of us speak until we both burst into raucous laughter that send heads looking in our direction, some of which were already on us to begin with. I wouldn't be surprised if photos of us hanging out ends up on the internet. Who am I kidding? They're probably on there already. Which meant paparazzi would be waiting downstairs when they leave. Great.

The night continues, and we talk about everything and nothing.

One of the TV screens on the wall of the bar catches Ino's eyes. "That band's been really blowing up."

I look at the screen she's pointing at and see a man with black hair with eyes just as dark. His hands were going crazy on the guitar as he looks to be singing into a microphone. He was wearing a white shirt that exposed his chest and black jeans that looked like it was made for him.

Sasuke Uchiha.

Singer-songwriter, actor, and heir to one of the biggest family fortunes in the world. Handsome, rich, and talented. It was almost unfair. Okay, it was incredibly unfair.

He's the lead singer, guitarist, and the songwriter of the immensely popular band, Lightning. To his left was Naruto Uzumaki, son of a famous politician and the bassist of the band, known for his bright personality that was almost cartoonish. On the drums is Kiba Inuzuka, resident lover of dogs and of women is how the tabloids would describe him. Then there's Neji Hyuuga, guitarist with hair that looks better than most people I know. Finally, there's Shikamaru Nara on the keyboards who also lends his voice to their songs.

All of them are part of well-known families, good looking, talented, and to top it all off, famous. Some people really do get everything, I guess. Based on what's on the screen, I'm guessing it's a rerun of last week's Konoha Music Charts Awards.

"They've been famous for years now, Ino."

"Yeah, but their popularity seems to be at an all-time high now. Especially after Sasuke ventured into acting." She rested her hand on her cheek.

"You have a boyfriend."

"I know! Doesn't mean I can't appreciate someone's talents."

I raise a brow. "I'm sure his talents are what your appreciating at the moment."

"Don't act unbothered. I know you find him hot, too."

"Anyone with a pulse would think that, Ino."

She smirks. "Not denying it, huh?"

"No point in doing so."

There really isn't. I'm not going to lie and say I wasn't attracted to him. I've never met the man, but he's handsome. I'm not a big fan of rock music, typically. But there's something about Lightning that just captures my attention. The raw passion in the words they sing, the aura they exude while on performing, it's intoxicating. But my eyes always went to Sasuke. There's something about him I can't quite place. I've loved his work in the films he's been doin. I've watched almost all four of them these past few months, and he's good. He usually plays the strong, silent type, but based on the interviews he's done, it seems like his roles aren't far off his actual personality. But maybe he's just guarded. I mean, I would be, too, with that family name.

The Uchihas are an incredibly powerful in the business. With a record company, a movie studio, and a management company, they employ and sign so many of the rich and famous. At the top of the family empire is the legendary actor, Madara Uchiha.

The camera focuses on Sasuke's face again as he pants, the performance over. Beads of sweat ran down his face as he stared at the audience in front of him, his fingers loosening their grip on the guitar. I feel my cheeks burn.

"Looks like someone's got a crush~" Ino sings.

The flush on my face deepens. I attempt to casually fan my food, making it look like I'm trying to cool it down, but I'm really trying to fan my face. Ino laughs. I realize my plate is almost empty, and that just made things more obvious. "I can admire someone's appearance and their work."

"Mm-hm~"

"Hey, I'm not dating anyone in this business again. Too much drama."

"Who said anything about dating?"

I throw an olive at her.


After dinner and after escaping the paparazzi and their blinding camera flashes, I arrive home. I bought the home after moving out of my penthouse apartment in the city, wanting to find a place that gave me more privacy. It's situated just outside of the city in the suburbs. I'm not the only celebrity in the neighborhood which meant that the security of the gated community was good enough for people who wanted privacy to stay in.

Walking into the living room, I look for my laptop. I find it hidden between two throw pillows on my couch and retrieve it, placing it on my lap as I sit on the white leather seats. I see an e-mail notification and immediately know who it is.

Clicking it, I see that Shizune has finally sent me the script.


From: Shizune Katō

To: Sakura Haruno

Subject: Might Guy Project – Script and Details

Attached to this e-mail is the PDF file of the script of scenes that they've sent as a sneak peek of its entirety. The project is still in pre-production and its director has requested himself that you take up his offer on the role of Akira. Seeing as the film is still in pre-production, it is of utmost importance that the contents sent are not published in any way to the public, as you already know. If you're to answer yes, a meeting with the producers, studio executives, and director will be organized as quickly as possible as they expressed that they are almost ready for the project to go ahead and that they only needed to cast the main characters and so they can schedule training for the role.


I click on the file attachment and get myself comfortable before reading its contents.

The character they want me to play is a young woman named Akira who, from the four scenes I'm sent, is employed by a private agency to investigate a hotel tycoon accused of organizing black market auctions in the guise of a gala for the rich and famous. The first scene in the file is of their meeting. And even though it's all just words typed onto a file, I can feel the heat between Akira and Kai, the man she's to investigate.

Their meeting is brief but filled with tension and a back and forth using words in hopes to manipulate and reveal the tiniest bit of information. It's a compelling dynamic that I never thought someone would think me right taking part in.

Moving onto the next scene, it's a fight scene. Not much dialogue is in it, but it didn't need it. Akira is fighting off a group of men after an intense car chase that leads her to an alley where she proceeds to defend herself from their attacks. The stunts they describe are insane to imagine, but I can feel the hair on my arms rise. I'm getting excited.

Then I scroll down to read the next two scenes, another fight scene with Kai where Akira admits that they could make a good team despite still being wary of the man she was with and a scene of Kai and Akira having a battle of wits. All my doubts about what Shizune said to me earlier today are thrown out the window. She was right.

It may be different from everything I've done on the surface, but in it's heart is something that I could relate to, something that I want to do. I'm hooked.

Before I can even second guess myself, I pick up my phone and call Shizune.

"Sakura?"

"I'm in."


It's a few days later where I find myself in one of Six Paths Studios meeting rooms. Sitting beside me is my agent, Shizune, my manager, my lawyer, and my publicist. In front of me is Might Guy, the director, as well as studio executives and the producers including the familiar face of Hagoromo Otsutsuki. I've met him a few times before, and he's been nothing but civil, composed. Someone with his influence, he certainly is intimidating, but in the way your grandfather would be. He also carried a warmth, something that isn't typical in his position.

Speaking of youth, Might Guy is just as exuberant and over the top as I expected. I've seen some clips of red carpet interviews and some of the things he says are cartoonishly exaggerated and over enthusiastic. It was almost infectious. Almost. If it weren't a tad bit too much.

"Thank you so much, Sakura! When I read the script, you were the first person who popped in my head." Guy tells me as he raises a fist in the air.

I laugh a little sheepishly. "I, uh, thank you for offering me the role. One question, though," I pause, carefully picking out the words in my head before I say them out loud. I opt for simplicity. "Why me?"

"Why you? Why NOT you!"

I don't know how to respond to that. I rub the back of my head, a confused smile on my lips.

Hagoromo coughs, I presume to calm Guy down. "Why not you, indeed, Sakura?"

"Excuse me?"

"You're very talented. Asking that question makes me think you think yourself not worthy."

"It's not exactly a role I'm offered often."

Hagoromo leans back on his chair, arms folded. "Studios nowadays like to put out films that follow trends. How many superhero films have been released this decade?"

"Way too many," a studio exec replies.

"I was thinking it's about time for a good ol' action romance. Look at how successful Mr. and Mrs. Smith was. It propelled Brangelina's career into even higher heights." He leans forward, placing his elbows on the table, fingers intertwined as his eyes study mine. "It's got nothing to do with your talent, moreso to do with the state of the industry."

"And you're notorious for your work ethic. Despite those nasty rumors a few months ago, your reputation among insiders is almost spotless, minus a few blemishes but no one has a perfectly clean reputation."

And there it is. I notice that the mention of said rumors make some studio executives still. I think they're not entirely sold on my part in this. But with the director and major producer backing me, I can guess they didn't have much choice in the matter. I just have to show them I can do it.

A man stands up to hand my team and I copies of the contract. We go over the details, skimming over major areas, when something catches my eye.

"Movie promotion may include that of public relation strategies that of which are not odd within this line of work?" I read it out loud as I stare at the people in front of me. "For example?"

"Dinner with costars, social media presence, things of that nature."

I tilt my head, unconvinced. "That's it?"

"Give or take."

I give my lawyer a knowing look, and she nods. "My client would like this specified on paper."

"A revision will be made, then. Apologies for the oversight."

We continue the review of the contract and discussions of my new training schedule to prepare me for the role. I'm already a fitness junkie, boxing being my favorite form of exercise, but that isn't public knowledge. I need to stay fit somehow, and I think boxing's fun.

"Before everything's finalized, we'd like to have an on-screen chemistry test with you and the actor for Kai."

"Who's been casted?"

Typically, chemistry reads were done when there's one well known actor with a lesser known actor. They didn't bother to do it when two big names were attached to a film.

"We've already sent the offer to his camp and are waiting for an answer. He's a busy man, so I expect to get an answer in a few days." Guy bites his lip, looking almost desperate. "I hope his youth tells him to accept!"

Now, I'm curious. "Who is he?"

Guy shakes his head. "No. I don't want to jinx it."

"What If he dec-"

Guy covers his ears with his hands, refusing to hear the rest of my sentence.

Hagoromo sighs. "Guy…"

The sight of a grown man covering his ears while singing loudly is as comical as it sounds. I stifle a laugh.

"Anyway, we have the budget arranged and scouts already acquiring the locations we wish to use. Once we have our leads sign the contracts, we will be sending the full scripts and hopefully, begin filming in two months."

"Filming is going to take three months at most."

The meeting continues as we discuss schedules, stunt doubles, and budget. And for what seemed like forever, the meeting finally ends with them telling me they'd notify me for the screen test.

I had an odd feeling that they were very confident in my potential costar and I. Whoever he is, I hope we do because I already can't wait to do this.

I haven't said that about a film in a while.

And it feels so good to be able to say it again.


Two weeks later, I return to Six Paths Studios for my screen test. A week after the meeting, I got word that the actor had said yes and that our screen test would be a week from then. I arrive wearing a plain red shirt and white skinny jeans. Screen tests didn't require anything fancy to wear. In fact, the more comfortable the better.

There were two scenes they'd be using to test. Akira and Kai's first meeting and dialogue that takes place before the bar fight both characters would be involved in that had been sent as an attachment to the e-mail. I had the lines down, but nerves begin to well up inside me. It's been some time since I felt like this. Then again, it's been a while since I wanted a job so bad.

My team had arrived before me, preparing for the meeting afterwards to discuss the screen test, and hopefully, finalize the contract.

These past two weeks had me on my toes. I had Ino on speed dial, talking to her all about this potential job.

"Saks, you've got this," she told me on the phone while she was sitting in some foreign airport. "Why are you so nervous?"

I have so many reasons to be nervous. It's my first film back after an eight month hiatus from the big screen. And…

"You don't have to tell me all of it, but I have a feeling," Ino said. "Just keep me updated, okay? Sai and I are cheering you on."

"What are we cheering Ugly on for?" I heard him and rolled my eyes.

"Quit calling me Ugly, Sai!"

"But it's your nickname."

He's straightforward and clueless at the same time.

The elevator door opens, and I step into the hallway, my feet instinctively walking to where I should be.

And then they stop.

Because I see him.

Sasuke Uchiha.

And he was talking to Might Guy.

But this screen test...

When they said that I'd have to do a screen test with a costar, I thought it would be with a new, lesser known actor.

Sasuke Uchiha is nowhere near lesser known. Sure, he's relatively knew in the acting scene, but he's no stranger to the industry. Every part of my mind, tries to rationalize his appearance here. Maybe he's doing the soundtrack? But why would they need him here for that today?

Guy spots me and waves his arms in the air in greeting. "Sakura! Meet your potential costar!"

Well, there's my answer.

He looks at me, his eyes saying something I can't read, and gives me a nod as a greeting.

My mouth, unable to even attempt to speak, stays closed. I nod as a response, instead.

His eyes don't leave mine alone. It looks like he's trying to read my mind.

And my heart decides to race.

Great.

This is gonna be a long chemistry read.


Note:

Hello! So I've had this plot bunny running around my head for a while and decided, fuck it! I'm doing it!

I mean SasuSaku as actors but Sasuke is also a rockstar and they have to fake date then real date- I'm a sucker for these tropes.

So here it is.

This was originally longer, but I decided to hold off some information for later chapters.

This is completely different from Eternal and is a lighter read compared to it in terms of emotional gravitas. Of course, we have SasuSaku as the main focus because I LOVE THEM. Though this isn't as emotional as Eternal, it will include smut in future chapters, so look out for that huhuhu

Eternal will also be updating again soon! (I know two chapters in the span of a week or two? SHOCKING)

This fic is in dual POV, so each chapter switches from Sakura's POV to Sasuke's.

Also, since Eternal will be focusing on canon and the canon ships, I was thinking of having NarutoxGaara in this fic because I also ship it (same with NH). Any objections?

Reviews are welcome! Happy reading!