A/N: I literally scrapped my first idea of this fic and rewrote it I cry but I HOPE YOU LIKE!
It was the way she moved…
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They didn't know it until they met later, but they knew each other in high school. She was a good student with bright pink hair and he was also a good student with jet-black hair. She needed to work hard in order to get the grades she wanted and he was just a natural genius who never studied. He was a quiet one with a select few friends while she was a more talkative one with her own social group. They spent four years in the same high school and class without every giving each other the time of day to have a conversation. Every time they spoke (which was rare) was to ask what the homework was or if one could borrow a pencil. Just like every girl in that class, she did have a thing for him at one point, but soon outgrew it by senior year. When graduation came along, they shared a glance one moment but that was the last time either one would see each other for a while. He wanted to be a paramedic while she wanted to pursue her dancing career. Two different life paths with seemingly of no hope of ever crossing.
Eight years had passed without them missing each other's existence in fact, they have completely forgotten about many of the people they went to high school with, including each other. The boy who now is a fully-grown, twenty six year old man, roams New York City to save lives every day and he loves what he does.
"Truck one seventeen do you copy," the dispatcher says through the radio.
"Loud and clear," Sasuke responds as he was sitting on standby in his vehicle.
The dispatcher begins to relay the address and the state of emergency he needs to respond to as well as other vital information. He wastes no time in starting up the engine to his truck and heads out to the emergency. As he drives, he expects to walk through the doors of a house with a person having cardiac arrest. When he makes it to the scene, him and three other paramedics take their necessities and jog towards the home. The first thing Sasuke sees when he enters is a person on the floor and sweating profusely. Him and his crew get to work to stabilize the patient and they transport with lightning speed to the hospital. Every time Sasuke jumps into the field he can't help but feel a rush when he successfully does his job. He responds to many calls that day, but he loves it as he goes out there and tends to every emergency that came his way. Even though he was so passionate about his job, Sasuke was still the same quiet and reserved guy that he always was back in high school. He kept his select friends from school and made a few more in New York but that was it.
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He continues to do the same thing for days and never falters. There were so many different cases that he would forget a significant amount, but there was one in particular that he would never forget.
"Uchiha get out there and respond to an elder woman having trouble breathing," his boss tells him.
Sasuke gathers all the information he needs before he heads out. He makes it to the apartment complex in decent time and uses the elevator to make it to the seventh floor with his team. He sees the door left open and he cautiously walks through.
"Paramedics," he announces.
"Over here!" A feminine voice calls.
He walks over to the sound of her voice and sees a young woman with pink locks next to an older woman taking in ragged breaths. He kneels down beside the elder and asks her questions, checks her pulse as well as her breathing patterns.
"Is she going to be alright?" the young woman asks.
"She's in good hands," one of Sasuke's mates responds.
When they hoist the elder up onto the gurney, the woman grows nervous for her.
"Is it alright if I ride with you guys?" she asks.
"Of course," one of the men replies.
So they cautiously yet swiftly get down to the first floor and wheels the gurney to the ambulance. Once securing the patient inside the vehicle, they allow for the woman to enter. Sasuke drives to the hospital while she sits in the back with her grandmother and he doesn't see her for the rest of the day when they reach the facility.
Sasuke enters the hospital at the end of his shift to pack up the things he left while sleeping in the on call room the other night and little did he know that he would run into the same pink haired girl he sort of met earlier.
"Oh hey!" she calls out from behind as he's leaving the room.
When he turns around, all he sees is a head full of pink hair until he tilts his head down to see the rest of her.
"I saw you earlier didn't I?" he questions.
"Yeah you helped my grandma so when I saw you I wanted to come up to you and say thanks," she speaks a little shyly, but confidant enough.
"No problem," he says without much emotion.
As soon as he attempts to turn away she grabs his attention again.
"Hey wait… I've been thinking about it and… you seem very familiar," she says.
"Hn," he keeps his half turn position and has his eyes staring at the bulletin board ahead.
"If you don't feel the same way then maybe I'm crazy," she lightly chuckles and looks away.
He becomes intrigued and turns to face her once again. Green eyes, pale skin and that distinctive pink hair he realizes that he knew he saw it somewhere before.
"Can I have your name?" she asks so sweetly.
"Sasuke…" he simply replies.
The look in her eyes tells him that she knows exactly who he is, but he still feels left in the dark as to who she is.
"Sasuke Uchiha? From Konoha High in Japan?" she asks.
His brows shift, giving him a peculiar expression. Just who was she? All his friends back in high school he knows were male and if he knew one female then he definitely would've remembered that hair.
"Ah you probably don't remember me but my names Sakura Haruno and I'm pretty sure we went to high school together," she explains.
Sasuke looks at her with the brief facial expression of just getting hit with the memory stick.
So this is Sakura
"I remember," he responds without any real emotion that would indicate any happiness upon seeing her.
"Small world. So you're a paramedic in NYC?" She asks.
He nods.
"That's pretty cool I mean I never thought you would be saving my grandmas life," she smiles.
He isn't sure what he's feeling, but the more she talked the more he remembered small details about her like how she used to keep her hair short and how her nails were always green to match her eyes. How did he remember such things when they were hardly relevant in each other's lives at the time anyway?
"Do you live in the city?" He asks out of curiosity.
"Ah my grandma does so I come visit often. I haven't had a home since Japan because as a professional dancer I'm always traveling," she explains.
That's right she was a dancer in high school
"I just got here and usually when I'm in New York I like to stay for awhile because of grandma," she continues.
"hn," he replies.
Sakura smiles, remembering his reserved attitude in high school and how seeing it now hadn't changed one bit.
"I gotta go but…i-if you want I'm having a show this weekend," she says as she pulls out a ticket.
"Grandma was going to go, but since she fell sick she cant. I mean if you don't want to you don't have to but it's just a friendly offer," she shrugs her shoulders as she shyly looks down at the ground.
Sasuke looks down at the ticket for a period of time before he allows her to drop the ticket into his hand. She smiles, knowing that she probably shouldn't expect him to go but keeps her hopes slightly up in seeing her old high school classmate once again. She walks away before he can say something and he continues to look down at the ticket.
Am I even thinking about this right now?
He stuffs the ticket into his back pocket and begins to head out on his way home.
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He goes by the rest of the week without seeing or thinking of her as he goes on with his job. It was then one evening right after his shift as he walks through the door he remembers the ticket he left on the counter. He finds it right where he left it and reads the print.
Saturday 8:00 PM
Carnegie Hall Presents
Northern Lights
Row 1, Seat 14
Today is Saturday and it is six o' clock. Sasuke stands there with his eyes scanning the ticket continuously. What was in it for him to go anyway? She was just a classmate that he hardly had contact with. He had no reason to go at all, but the fact that she was here in this part of the world and at the right damn time it…it all just seemed so-
"This isn't some sort of fate," he tells himself.
As he proceeds to go throw out the ticket, he thinks about what would happen if he didn't go. Was some butterfly effect going to happen if he didn't go? Nonsense it was all thought out way too much. He then discards the ticket and decides a shower before he jumps into bed to relax was well needed.
A/N: Damn so he doesn't go? Rood Sasuke very rood. If you like where this is going please review for me!
P.S there will be some language in this fic and sexual themes, but nothing heavy.