Oh Beautiful Nightmare
By: Unknownred
Summary: "S-sasuke...?" "Hn." "Stop saying that! It- IT GETS ANNOYING!" "Wow!" "Omg, I can't believe you!"
Prologue:
It was getting later for a young sixteen year old country girl with bubblegum hair and gem color eyes. She wore a shawl that flowed around her shoulders like a cape. She skipped upon the rocks that floated above the stream across the small bridge that led to the village of Konoha and separated the city of Konoha Big. The ripples of water from when she skipped rocks across reflected her face into small waves. Her hair that carried the scent of cherry blossoms flipped around her face, hitting and stinging her eyes. The forehead she hid under her long bangs was hiding a small history of her first mistake: meeting a city boy.
Ch. 1 - City Boy
The loud noises of a party round the corner was heard in the known city Konoha Big. A young man disguised as a twenty year old was sipping a shot in a night bar, listening to a blue song being sang by a jazzer. When the song ended, snaps were heard. The walls reflected off the two different color lights; blue and green making the room quite remarkably seem dangerous but mysterious.
"Ne teme, psst." Whispered a waitor that sat across from the young man, "Why are you still here? Oh, I get it; you're waiting for me."
The young man looked at the waiter, his face emotionless. His eyes trailed from the waiter to the waiter's clothes: a black shirt with a tux printed on the shirt.
"Hn." The young man replied, rolling his eyes back to the next performer.
"Oh teme, don't be like that. You just can't expect every girl to fall for you." The waiter leaned forward, over the table towards his friend.
"Unlike you, hn." The young man remarked.
The waiter frowned, leaning back into his chair. Then he sighed.
"Hey teme, my shift is coming soon... why don't we catch up on some parties down the street?"
"Hn."
"C'mon, I'm doing this for the both of us." He said, urging the young man to reconsider.
"Hn." The young man's eyes flickered back at his friend, then stood up from his seat and reached into his pocket, "You sure it isn't for that blue hair chick, what's-her-name?"
"Hinata. And no... ne, teme- how'd you?" The waiter looked up at his friend.
"I'm an Uchiha...what can I say?" The young man turned and stalked off.