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Stupid Cupid

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Prologue

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"You look beautiful tonight," He told me, leaning down to kiss my hand. I blushed as scarlet as my ballgown, "could a figure so stunning have a name to match?"

Alright, I thought, tucking a lock of candy pink hair behind my ear, if he was going to play it smooth, so could I, "I'll tell you mine if you tell me your's."

He smirked at me, eyes crinkling behind his mask. It was too dark to make out any prominent features, but I could tell he was obviously handsome. I mean, just look at that nose! It's prefect!

Right, judge a guy on his nose.

I could practically feel inner rolling her-my?-eyes at me. Mystery Man, as I have so kindly dubbed him, bent down until his face was level with mine, just as the last firework of the night went off in the midnight blue sky above us.

Oh, my Kami! He's gonna kiss me! He's gonna kiss me!

Urg, this is too romantic for me! I hate balcony scenes.

If you ruin this-

"Well, in that case, I do hope we meet again-" M.M. smiled charmingly, "Cherry Blossom."

Did you hear that? He made fun of our hair!

But I didn't hear inner, as I was too busy being kissed senseless by a man in a black velvet mask and elegant tuxedo. His lips molded perfectly to mine, and his tongue was like silk as it glided my mouth, exploring. My body fit against his perfectly, almost as if we were made for eachother.

We only broke apart when air was an absolute nessesity.

"I-I should go," I said sadly, lifting the hem of my long red gown so I wouldn't trip on my way back into the ballroom.

Mystery Man frowned, "It is quiet chilly out here," he noted casually, and I realized I was right. Our kiss had kept me warm enough, but summer was ending, which meant that nights were chillier. If we stayed out on the balcony any longer, one of us would get sick.

He kissed my hand one last time, and then disappeared into the crowd of people back in the ballroom. "Wait!" I yelled, a second too late. Mystery Man was gone, along with the kiss he had stolen from me.

My Kami, I thought incredulously, I think I just found my soul mate.

That was exactly two years ago, at the End Of Summer Ball that was thrown at the Uchiha summer estate each year. Since then, I've never kissed another boy.

I fell in love with the man in the mask, and would find out who he really was if it took me all summer. My name is Sakura Haruno, and I'm a sixteen year old girl with a mission.

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So? What do you think? Should I go on with this story?