Glazed, obsidian eyes looked up from the piles of cocaine on the table for the first time that night.

It was as if a bright orb - no, a bright star - had entered the dark club.

Pink hair. She was alone.

"Lonely star," he thought to himself. "She is a lonely star."

He didn't have a sober vein in his body. He wouldn't approach any woman that wasn't worthy enough for him. But, for the first time in a long time, he felt something flutter inside him. It resembled warmth, familiarity, lust.

He had seen her face before. Just not in person.

She was Sakura Haruno. Notorious celebrity and party-goer; much like himself. Regal and elegant, she made her way across the floor, her hips swaying - almost naturally. Her eyes - her beautiful eyes - seemed fixated upon something across the club.

Suddenly realizing two women swooning and clinging onto him, he abruptly pushed them away.

"What are you doing that's so important . . . ?"

He has been drinking so much. He was usually graceful at everything he did; from sex, to athletics, to walking. He uncharacteristically stumbled and bumped into random club-goers. The crowd was moving, black shadows and bodies gyrating against each other. If it weren't for her pale pink locks, he would have lost sight of her.

He saw her now. She was sitting with her friend - Ino Yamanaka. Another celebrity who was famous for being promiscuous and scandalous.

"Sasuke," a voice called out to him.

It sounded so distant, so distorted.

A strong hand gripped his shoulder to spin him around - only to face Naruto, his lifelong friend and fellow hip hop artist.

"I've been looking all over for you, man," Naruto yelled over the blaring music. "Let's get out of here before someone else recognizes you."

Sasuke glanced back at Sakura, whom was now taking shots with Ino. Before he could protest to anything, Naruto took him by the hand and dragged him out the club, surprisingly unnoticed.

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"Don't think I didn't see what you were doing," Naruto spat, throwing Sasuke into the seat of the limo. "I saw exactly what you did!"

Silence was the only reply Naruto Uzumaki received, which unnerved him to no end.

"Drugs. You're doing the hardcore drugs again. In public, I might add."

Sasuke let out a sigh of frustration, still ignoring the blonde's accusing gaze.

"Don't even bother denying it. I see the white powder on your nose," Naruto continued on, tearing his gaze away from him. "I can't even bother looking at you."

Wiping his nose on his sleeve, he noticed white powder and blood mixed together.

"Shit," he cursed. "Naruto, get me a napkin."

The blonde huffed and dug through the glove compartment in the limo, pulling out two napkins and throwing them angrily in Sasuke's direction.

"You know, if someone were to take a picture of you doing cocaine - especially after getting treatment - "

"Naruto, shut up," The dark-haired man grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I have a fucking headache and you are not helping."

"Serves you right, dickbreath," Naruto said, rolling his eyes.

Ignoring his remark, he abruptly demanded the limo driver to "step on it" as the two talked about who to sign to their label. The usual unglamorous, business talk. Their previous conversation was forgotten, as it always was.

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Two obnoxiously laughing women were all over each other in the VIP, gaining the attention of many onlookers. Realizing the two familiar faces, Ino and Sakura, the crowd began to watch them. Several flashes from cellphones caught the two women's attention. Ino, being the spunky blonde that she was, proudly lifted up her middle finger to the small audience crowded around them.

"I don't have a fuck to give, I've been moving state to state, in my leather and my Timb's like it's 1998," Ino drunkenly slurred lyrics to the song that was currently blaring across the club.

Sakura, being sober compared to Ino, only looked on in amusement and slight embarrassment.

Suddenly, a familiar face appeared in the crowd, gaining Sakura's full attention. It was a woman with brown hair pulled up in two high buns, olive skin, an athletic figure, and stunning brown eyes. It didn't click until she called out her name in a tone that was so familiar.

TenTen!

"I didn't expect to see you here."

The brunette flashed a charming smirk and sat down between the two women. Making herself comfortable on the plush sofa, she slung her arms around both of the women. TenTen had obviously been drinking, too.

"Pour me a glass of the finest champagne and I'll tell you something juicy," TenTen slurred.

Sakura noticed a devious edge to her voice, which made her suspicious but highly intrigued. She did as she was told. Handing her friend the glass of bubbly champagne, she watched as the brunette tilted her head back to down the drink. The brunette sighed in satisfaction as she pulled the glass away from her lips, exhaling in contentment.

"You've aroused my curiousity. Tell me now."

"Well, Sakura, that's not the only thing that'll be aroused once I tell you. Guess who was here a few moments ago?"

Ino and Sakura exchanged confused glances before asking in unison, "Who?"

"Sasuke," TenTen said, letting the name roll off of her tounge. The corners of her mouth curved up to reveal such a devious grin as she continued on. "And guess what? He was looking at you."

Perplexed, Sakura sputtered, "Me? Me? Why would he look at me?"

"You're a beautiful woman," TenTen said, pleased with her reaction. "Ever think of that, Sakura?"

"Hmph! How do you know he wasn't looking at me?" Ino sneered.

"He couldn't take his eyes off Sakura ever since she walked in the door," TenTen exclaimed. "Do you know how much status you could get for being with him?"

"I wouldn't feel comfortable using somebody for fame and fortune," Sakura said, before letting out a light hearted laugh. "It's not as if I'm a Kardashian."

"No," TenTen agreed. "But, you have the body of a Kardashian."

"All that ass and brains, too!" Ino piped up, lightly smacking Sakura's shoulder.

"But, on a much heavier note, I saw him doing the, uh, 'powdery dust.'"

"Cocaine?"

"Of course! I couldn't believe my eyes. He had two whores all over him, too." TenTen replied, shaking her head in disgust.

"Yeah. I just," Sakura paused. "I don't think he's the one for me."

TenTen placed a hand on her shoulder, opening her mouth to say something, but a flash of light blinded her vision for a split-second. Blinking her eyes repeatedly as an attempt to restore her vision, she shot a glare into the crowd who was watching them intently.

"Damn people and their damn camera phones," TenTen huffed.

"Yeah," Ino sighed. "It's so unfair. Sometimes they take the most unflattering pictures of me."

Sakura picked up her drink to take another sip. But, images of Sasuke entered her mind. He was a celebrity - just like her - but, on a much higher level than she was. He was so very handsome, dark, intimidating, tall . . . perfect. But, no, she had heard very negative things about him. Drug addict, womanizer, indifferent to almost everything. Why would he take an interest in her?

"Sakura."

Snapping out of her thoughts, she met the weary gaze of TenTen.

"We're about to leave," she said, drinking the final contents of champagne in her glass. "Are you coming with?"

The pink-haired woman simply nodded, gathered her bearings, and trailed after the two women.

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AN: - - - Should I continue? R&R!