First things first,

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, as it belongs in the hands on Masashi.

Hello, this is my first story that I'm writing and posting on fanfiction. So please cut me some slack if my writing isn't the greatest in the world. I am needing and accepting constructive critism, keyword: constructive, which I will listen to and try my best in order to improve my writing skills. I started writing the story for more of an outlet for my for my creativity, and I don't think it should go to waste by just sitting in a file on my computer. Anyways….

A few things I need to clear up.

This is set in the timeline after Team 7 gets done with the Mission in Wave. I'm going to start it off with first person view for this first chapter, then change it to third person view for the interactions between Emiko and Sasuke. I really think Sasuke is a difficult character to write, so I didn't get his actions correctly please inform me of it.

Quick Summary: Emiko is a 12 year old girl who has been living on her own since she was 5. She is a waitress at Takahashi's Bar and Grill and serves Sasuke Uchiha, a ninja of Konoha. A quick argument starts and a revenge war is born.

Here is my story, I hope you like it

He doesn't like sweets

Rays of sunlight enter my room and I groan as the bright light shines on my face, causing my eyes to squint tightly then open. I sit up and look around my room, cluttered and messy because of my apathy to do so.

'It's not like anyone is here to see' I thought depressingly. I've lived on my own since I was five, stealing on the streets of Kirigakure to stay alive. I recently moved to Konoha about six months ago, hearing from a friend in Kiri that it was a village where I could find a good job and make a living because of the high population of ninja and civilians, after a month of gathering and preparing for the trip, I worked on the ship that sailed me to a shipping dock in the land of fire because I have no money to pay for it. After that it was up to me to find my way from the docks to Konoha, which would take a normal person a week, took me two. Walking from Kiri to Konoha is probably not the smartest thing a twelve year old girl could do, I made sure to carry a knife on me at all times.

I currently work as a waitress at a popular restaurant called 'Takahashi's Bar and Grill'. The food there is high quality and the waitresses are top-notch. By some form of pure luck did I get such a great job. I went there to see if I could get a simple low paying job. When I asked a worker if I could see the manager for a job and as I waited I held a long conversation with Mr. Takahashi, the owner of the restaurant, amusing him with my stories as a child and my reason for coming to Konoha, while assuming he was just a customer of the place. He revealed to me his true identity and told me he saw potential in me and would invest his time to train me as a waitress if I would work at his restaurant.

I relaxed on my bed for a few minutes, trying to fall asleep again, when my alarm clock decides to ring notifying me it was 7 in the morning.

'Time to get ready for work' I thought grumpily and got up and took a quick shower, threw on my clothes, pulled my long wavy dark hair into a neat bun and made myself look presentable. I applied a decent amount of mascara and eyeliner to my hazel eyes and walked out of my apartment, locking the door.

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"Good morning Emiko-san" a waitress said to me as I entered the door.

Takahashi's Bar and Grill was a very friendly and welcoming place, the waiters and waitresses that saw me greeted me warmly every day with bright smiles on their faces, and the chefs would always offer to cook me breakfast in the morning hours, which I would politely decline. It's all such a change from Kiri's cold and quiet demeanor that it was a true shock at first to be in the lively Leaf Village.

"Emiko-san you are in charge of tables one through seven today" The head waitress said to me while glancing down at her clipboard.

"Hai, Amano-sama" I replied.

Head waitresses were the most skilled of all the waitresses at Takahashi's, being the ones in charge of assigning tables strategically and served mainly at the V.I.P section of the restaurant, where you get the fastest and greatest service, along with the greater price. I one day hope to be a head waitress, but there was only one for each gender in each restaurant and the job is usually not changed until that person retires or cannot work anymore.

I washed my hands and waited patiently at the entrance for customers to come in.

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My day went on as usual, I served food, helped with choosing their meals, and received generous tips from customers. People complimented me for my good manners and service, which was hard for me to believe. I've never been really good at something so it's hard for me to think I'm good at something as difficult as being a waitress.

A black haired boy entered the restaurant, and sat at table seven, one by the window where you could gaze at people walking the streets outside. He seemed to be the kind of person who liked to do that.

He sat there with the menu covering his face. I walked up to him after I said goodbye to a leaving customer.

"Hello welcome to Takahashi's, may I take your order?" I waited for ten seconds and got no response, assuming he did not hear me I repeated my self.

He sighed and placed his menu down abruptly and I tensed as I examined his appearance.

He had straight black hair with pale skin and dark onyx eyes, but that wasn't what made me tense.

It was the headband with the symbol on his forehead, signifying that he was a ninja.

Memories of the past resurfaced, flashing through my eyes as I remembered my parents. How we always walked on the beach together as a family, helping my mother make cookies, sitting on my father's lap as he told me stories of when he was a kid, how they always cared for me.

How they died.

"Hn, Annoying"

I snapped out of my reverie with a jump and registered what he said "Excuse me?" I asked shocked

"I said your annoying, idiot" He replied back smugly, I didn't even know this guy and he was using me to boost his already inflated ego!

"Well at least I live without the ass of a duck on top of my head!" I said back angrily, forgetting I was talking to a customer. His eyes briefly flashed of anger, then turned back to the usual smug stare.

"I don't think I like the service here, I might have to send the owner a complaint on how the waitresses act." He stated with a smirk on his face, knowing he won the argument. I flinched and the anger filled expression on my face faded away.

"Good afternoon sir, my name is Emiko and I will be serving you for today, may I take your order?" I said with an unusually polite smile on my face.

His smirk threatened to get even wider from my reaction "I would like a serving of onigiri." The dark haired boy said.

"Would you like to try our new honey glazed dango?" I replied remembering to sponsor the new dish. I planned to try it soon myself.

"No" I saw his face filled with disgust and my mind fell into confusion. Does he not like sweets? An idea popped into my head as an evil grin surfaced on my face; luckily I hid it just in time before he noticed.

"Ok, I'll make sure this is specially made to make up for my rudeness before" My innocent face was believable after years of acting. I gained the experience by playing innocent after I would steal from a food stall and get caught. Needless to say I have perfected acting to where I could even fool the sharp eyes of a ninja like him.

He nodded completely believing I was going to be nice for him for my job. One thing I hate the most is people who are rude to others for no reason. Regardless of the risk of my job, I was going to get my revenge.

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So did you guys like it? Or are my novice skills in writing too much to bear (It will probably improve with a few weeks of practice). I do not have a very good idea about how restaurants work so head waitresses were just a random concept of mine. I also have no idea if honey glazed dango would be good or not, or if it even exists. I took a lot of time explaining things to set up my little story here so don't worry about me taking a paragraph to explain every sentence I write.

I made Sasuke out to be a total douche bag, but hey who really cares anyway. At least I hope no one does 0-0.

Tell me what you think about it. By reviewing(I will give you free candy :{D)