Hello! Well, I was inspired to write this story about 5 or more months ago, that's when I started drafting, but I've finally decided to post it. Hope you enjoy it. Here's the first chapter/prelude:

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto...ORIGINAL STORY! v()v

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Awkward moments

Chapter 1/ prelude:

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I know that whenever people are reading stories or watching cheesy movies, they always think the stories will end differently, but they don't. The two obnoxiously gorgeous protagonists get together and fall in hopeless love.

One other thing you should know: when a person does the same thing over and over again, but expects a different outcome, it is another definition of insanity. Soooo...I suggest you change your thinking patterns soon.

But, how I wish that life was actually like a book. Unfortunately, is isn't. Life isn't that simple. Thinking literally, would a person, who's job is to carry out assassinations and kill a myriad of people, really have no scars or marring on their bodies?

After reading countless romance novels and watching sappy films, I've noticed one thing. During the awfully descriptive love scenes, the male is gorgeous beyond belief, has no scars, unless there's a meaning behind it, and no hair! Their bodies are just flawless. It makes us imperfect people feel like crap. I find that as a huge fault.

For example: here's a passage from a romances novel I read.

"She coasted her fingertips across the muscles chest before her. Warmth tingled through her arm, a drugging warmth more intoxicating than expensive champagne and moonlight kisses. Her lips parted on a wispy catch of breath as images of silk sheets, entwined bodies and slow delicious caresses filled her mind.

How could this hand affect her so powerfully, almost magically? How could he affect her at all when he'd never spoken a word to her? His face was beauty personified, yes, but that wasn't enough to entrance her like this, to leave her weak and shaky every time she glanced at him.

There had to be something more to him, something elemental. Something beyond physical beauty that lured her every feminine desire. At the moment, though, she could not think past his physique and slowly, so slowly her gaze moved over him. He was granite-hard , his abdomen ridged with sinew, his shoulders wide and firm. All of this gave his tall, sculpted frame a dangerous aura— dangerous and utterly sensual. He belonged in the woods with raw naked branches surrounding him. Yet he stood outside among a brilliant crimson and yellow drapery of azaleas, somehow the absolute essence of masculinity."

That not evenbeing the main point, it's awfully convenient isn't it? Seriously, there are hardly any good looking, romantic, and nice guysout there. Yes there are guys for separate categories, such as a guy that's incredibly good looking, but his attitude is the biggest turn off in the world. There are sappy romantics that adore you, but they're butt ugly. Also there are the nice guys that care and devote themselves to you, but you can't consider them as anything more than a friend.

Then of course, there are the "perfect guys" The ones that are handsome, yet not vain about it, romantic in a subtle way, and nice and caring to you as if you were their main purpose in life. Sadly though, these guys are tauntingly and inconveniently rare. So far, I have yet to meet such a guy, and I'm beginning to think that they don't exist. Maybe I won't even meet one in my lifetime. You wouldn't believe how depressing that one thought is. I can only wish good luck to future generations.

I, Haruno Sakura, vow that if such a man came into my life I would not pass him up.

- Haruno Sakura

June 11, 2002

Sakura put down the small purple notebook. For years now, she had written down all of her personal thoughts in a series of several notebooks. Looking back at it, she could reflect on how she had changed during the years.

She had started these notebooks when she was 11. Of course, then, things seemed pretty simple, but Sakura had always found a way to complicate them.

When she was 11, she was already on her third year at the academy. Of course, she loved Sasuke-kun, but she could only wish for someone to love her. Seeing as she was prematurely mature, she had already began fantasizing about guys and romance.

Thinking back, Sakura had realized how incredibly naive she was. There was no "perfect guy", there was never going to be a perfect dream situation where she would fall in love. It was just never going to happen. Already at the age of 21, she realized that nothing in life was like the books and movies.

"Forehead-girl!" yelled Ino outside the door. The reverberation of her pounding was shaking the whole apartment. "Open the freaking door!"

"Ah!! Hold on!" Sakura, suddenly snapped out of her revoir, quickly slammed the book closed and ran to the door. Opening it, she found a furious blonde girl.

"Ohmigod! What the hell took you so long!" Sakura was interrupted as soon as she opened her mouth. "I've been standing out here for at least 5 minutes, banging on your door!"

"N..not much. Was just going through some of my old stuff. Actually!...I found that purple shirt you let me borrow!" Sakura lied as Ino's criticizing gaze grew annoyed.

"Yeah. That shirts going to be really useful now...especially since I've grown out of it," said Ino referring to the 4 year old shirt.

"I'm sorry," Sakura sheepishly apologized. "Well anyways, come in." Ino walked into the apartment while Sakura shut the door behind her.

"So! You wouldn't believe what happened last night! Oh god,...it was incredible!" Ino sighed dreamily as she sprawled on the couch. Sakura slowly following, sat down next to her.

"So, yesterday Shikamaru calls me in the morning, and he asks if I'm busy tonight. I was like, 'holy shit!' because I'm usually the one who always asks him out on dates, so when he asked me out, I was automatically suspicious. Anyways, I didn't want to like spoil anything, so I just ignored my nagging feeling and said no. We arranged to meet at this restaurant, I forgot the name. It was incredible! I wore this really cute dress I bought the other day and he wore this really sexy shirt. That not being the point." Ino stopped to take a needed breath.

"Yea anyways, dinner was going great, blah, blah, blah, and then... guess what happened?!" Ino exclaimed as she exaggerated the scene with her hands.

Feigning complete innocence, Sakura said "He fainted and when his face collided with the plate of food it splattered into your dress?"

Giving Sakura a dry look, "No. That's stupid. It would never happen. That would be way to awkward."

The phrase jolted Sakura. "Yea...awkward." she said strangely.

"Well, back to the story...He proposed to me!!" squealed Ino.

"What!?" Sakura yelled in surprise. "No way!!"

"Yea! HE did! Look," Ino said as she held out her left hand to show the pink haired girl. Indeed, on her fourth finger was a beautiful silver band with sapphire's shaped like a flower. The sight, took Sakura's breath away. Comparing the life of herself and her best friend, it was obvious how was enjoying it more.

"Hey...Ino?" Sakura asked as she carefully laid down Ino's hand.

"Yea? What's wrong?" Ino asked as she leaned forward. Placing a comforting hand on her friends shoulder, she waited for a reply.

"Have you and Shikamaru, ever had...awkward moments?"

"Awkward moments? What exactly do you mean?" Ino asked.

"Like...for example: he was foreshadowing something and you mistook what he was saying and were totally disappointed in the end?" Sakura quietly stared at her clasped hands and waited for a response.

"Umm...no. I don't think so. Even if we did, it's not significant enough to remember," After a short pause, she continued. "Why? Did something happen? What's with the question all of a sudden?"

"I'm trying to figure out whether or not what's happening to me happens to other people. People who have successful relationships. Because right now I fell like a totally dejected bum." Sakura explained as she slouched her back and sunk into the couch.

"Oh, honey," Ino cooed as she moved closer to Sakura and took her hand. "I don't think you're the only one. I'm sure lots of people have couple problems. Just because Shika and I got lucky, you shouldn't think there's something wrong with you."

"I just always think that maybe there's something wrong with me that guys just hate. I don't think I've ever had a normally functioning relationship with anyone," said Sakura, thinking back to her past relationships.

"Don't worry so much. When you meet the right guy—"

"That's what I'm worried about! I don't think there's a guy out there for me!" Sakura exclaimed as she broke down into quiet sobs.

Trying to comfort Sakura, Ino whispered compliments and words of encouragement. After half an hour, Ino got up and promised to be back tomorrow. Closing the door after herself, Sakura was once again submerged in silence.

"I'm going to be alone for the rest of my life...aren't I?" Sakura silently questioned herself, as she stared at her idle left hand.

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That's it! It the end of the first chapter/prelude. I know there's not much action in this chapter, but this is like an introduction to the story. I hope you enjoyed it, and I would love some writers critique and reviews, but please if you're gonna bash, I would rather you keep it to yourself and pretend my story didn't exist. Ja ne