I don't own Naruto... If I did, the Uchihas would stop ripping out each others' eyes and go have a nice family barbecue, or something.

Sakura's shiny blue bicycle sped down the back road a few miles from her house, asphalt crunching under the tires. An icy wind whipped her strawberry mane up behind her.
It was that time between the darkest of night and day, which meant the sun would be rising in just a few hours. Her legs pumped fast, steadily keeping pace through the inky shadows as she neared her destination, or rather, left her frustration behind.

But only for a little while, of course.

She clenched her jaw and glared straight ahead, viridian eyes tired and glassy.

Shortly, the young heiress reached her destination- a recently renovated gas station boasting a shiny new 7-11. Lengthy pastel locks settled around her shoulders as she slowed, contrasting starkly against her monotonous attire. She parked her bicycle and slid the hood of her charcoal pea coat over her head. Dismounting, she stretched briefly before stepping into the convenience store- her legs were a little stiff; she hadn't ridden that hard in a while.

Weak air-conditioning, rather bland in comparison to the crisp and unforgiving night air, greeted her along with the tinkling of a blood-red lantern chime hung above the door.

First and foremost was the burning issue of her sweet tooth. Doughnuts and some variation of coffee would suffice, as always. She headed straight for the self-serve coffee-maker, bottom lip cinched betwixt her teeth as her thoughts ran wild.
She had important issues to consider.

How was she going to face her responsibilities tomorrow? With her parents back in the country, there was no way she could further ignore their demands and complaints concerning her behaviour. She knew this day would come eventually, but the situation was more of a pain in the ass than she'd anticipated.
It wasn't that she hated living in solitude, not really. The maids, cooks and groundsmen of the mansion treated her respectfully and with the utmost care, as though she was the lady of the house.
Which, technically she was in her mother's absence.

But she was nineteen years old for Christ's sake, they couldn't keep her holed up in there forever! Save for the occasional visits made by her closest friend Yamanaka Ino, Sakura spent a mammoth portion of her time alone, having the freedom to do as she pleased, and she'd done a respectable job of practically raising herself. She seldom missed school, had a report adorned with grade As and the odd B, didn't get involved with particularly bad company, didn't do drugs, wasn't catching any STI's or even sexually active for that matter...

Minus her occasional outings to notorious parties or bicycling a few miles late at night to clear her head, Sakura viewed herself as a fairly stable young woman. There was that incident with her smoking for a few months, but she'd managed to stamp the practice out.
Regardless, her impressive record was nothing in the eyes of Akihiro and Miyuki Haruno, founders of Haruno Express International, top delivery service in the world for 5 years and counting. She was expected to study business subjects in school, not medicine, as her heart desired. The plan was for her to attend the local all-girl's university five miles away, where her parents had donated millions of dollars to developing facilities. Who gave a shit about what she wanted to do with the rest of her life? It was a role she'd been groomed for since the day she was born: heading the company once they passed away.
Sometimes she wished for a sibling, but her parents were too busy to have more children, and thus she was left to shoulder the burden alone.

Ten minutes (of standing and staring at nothing in particular) later, Sakura found herself before the shelf of assorted doughnuts, coffee in hand. She glanced at her watch. Would her parents notice she was gone for a little? Probably, since they had somehow painted her in their minds as some kind of uncontrolled teen harlot. If they decided to check on her in the middle of the night, she wouldn't be surprised.

Grabbing two boxes of doughnuts, she approached the cash register. The crackling of static could be heard along with a faint beat, dark and bassy, reminding her of mechanics and thick tar.

Help me! I broke apart my insides!

Help me! I've got no soul to sell!

Placing the things on the counter, she ignored the slight chill that suddenly crept down her spine.

The artiste's voice was low and raspy.

Help me! the only thing that works for me...

Help me get away from myself!

The cashier was dressed in full black. Black cap, black jacket, black undershirt, black pants... there was even a small black gauge winking in his left ear. His eyes too were black- no, a better description would have been onyx. Or were they? Upon further inspection, they flashed midnight-blue in the bright artificial light.

Sakura subtly took a deep breath. She was staring.

His gaze was piercing and heavy on her face. Any lingering thoughts of parental matters were easily dismissed from her mind. She'd never seen this person before- of course she hadn't, the convenience store was renovated. They'd hired new people and he was obviously one of them.

"Goodnight." she offered automatically, averting her eyes with some difficulty as the song escalated. Her voice came out harsher than she'd intended.

I wanna fuck you like an animal...

I wanna feel you from the inside!

Okay, now she definitely felt awkward.
Forcing herself to avoid eye contact with the sinfully hot cashier, she took a sudden deep interest in the details of the counter-top.

Once he'd finally scanned her purchases, she clumsily fished a twenty dollar bill from her pocket before he even announced the total, willing herself to act natural. She almost made it, but her treacherous eyes lifted to steal one final glance.

His lashes were dark as sin, pointing downward as he bagged her purchases, and Sakura breathed an almost audible sigh of relief. She should have glanced away immediately at this point, but her eyes had decided to completely ignore any further instructions from her brain.
Silken wisps of inky hair fell into the his face through the hole in his cap, which was swivelled backwards. His jaw was strong and smooth, and she could just make out a bit of hair tucked underneath at the back. As one would expect, he wore an impassive expression- depositing and withdrawing money into a little drawer for hours on end wasn't exactly anyone's idea of thrilling.

"Fifteen ninety-five" came his voice, smooth and low, and before she knew it he was looking at her again.

Of course he was looking at her, he was doing his job. Why was she behaving like an idiot?

She handed him the cash hastily.

"Thank you," she heard herself say, accepting her change on complete autopilot. The cashier nodded, reclaiming his seat on the cushy red stool behind him, sponge spilling from its edges. He proceeded to fish a book out from between the cash register and the snack stand, opened it and paid her no further attention.
The soles of her boots squeaked faintly on her way to the door.

. . .

On her way back, a faint blue glow began to permeate the blackness.

After savouring a couple doughnuts and gulps of coffee, Sakura sternly told herself that under no circumstances was she to suddenly begin popping up at the convenience store on Sunday nights at this hour. Especially since her parents were back, but more especially because it was silly to go to such lengths to see an unknown male cashier. No matter how darkly alluring he was and what manner of sexual songs played on the radio.

All things aside it was a rare occurrence, she mused, that her attention would be ensnared so completely. Of course, a number of very attractive males had attended the boys' school across from her all-girls academy; attractive in the sense that Sakura recognised their features as good-looking, but she had never before reacted in such a way to any of them.

Groaning loudly, she tried to squash any budding hopes or ideas seeking to establish themselves in the usually dormant, feminine area of her brain.

Tightly clutching the bag of remaining doughnuts in her hand, Sakura pedalled up her ridiculously long driveway and met a sight that made her stomach drop. Lights shone from the topmost middle room of the house. Her balcony doors had been thrown wide open, the pastel curtains swaying gently in the wind.

Her parents had woken up.

If there's anyone out there who's interested, I need a beta :-)