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Everything she wrote in the book, came true.
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.Cheery Cherry Pie.
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Chapter DEUX
Being French now, are we, Sakura?
HELL YEA. UN, DEUX, TROIS… Um. Yeah. That's about all I learned after 5 years of French class.
Don't forget, bonjour.
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Oh, right! Bonjour, beautiful world!
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U N W R I T T E N
"I'm just beginning, pen's in my hand; ending unplanned."
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"Wow. What an honor it is to have two beautiful girls in my presence." Naruto laughed.
Sakura quickly shut her mouth which had been opened, agape, for quite some time and regained her posture. Ino on the other hand continued to stare, dumbfound at the stranger (real attractive Ino). Sakura's eyes flickered to her best friend, who was still numb with shock. (Was she blushing?) Knowing her best friend wouldn't be of any use for a few moments, she broke the silence with a fake cough. "Um. Sorry about that… I-um-We… Yeah…" She paused, feeling awkward. "How can we help you?" Sakura asked.
Naruto put on a reassuring smile and shrugged, accepting her apology. "I'm here to pick up some flowers for a friend." He explained.
"Oh. Sure, of course. Are the flowers reserved under your name?" Sakura asked while opening a nearby drawer in search of the reservation list.
"Oh. No its under the name—"
"—Uchiha. Uchiha Sasuke." Came another voice.
Sakura looked up at the direction of the new voice, her eyes landed on the new body that was standing close to the door. Sasuke gracefully pushed himself off the wall he was leaning against and made his way towards the cash register. Sakura's mind went blank at the sight of the new stranger as he walked towards them with a mysterious air surrounding him.
(Can't breathe. Can't breathe.)
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"I thought you said you'd wait outside." Naruto said, his body half turned to face his friend.
Sasuke pocketed his hands and shrugged, "You were taking too long."
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Both of the men stopped their conversation and looked at Sakura who flinched at the sudden attention. (Still can't breathe. Still can't breathe) "I… Um- Uchiha Sasuke right? My Sakura. I mean my name is Uchiha Sasuke. I-Uh. Uchiha Sakura-I mean!" (THUMP THUMP. CAN'T BREATHE. CAN'T BREATHE. THUMP THUMP.)
Cue fainting in. Three.
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Three.
Thump!
(I didn't even get to countdown.)
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"Whoa! Are you okay?" Naruto asked, peering over the counter. Ino quickly recovered from her shock to find her best friend sprawled on the floor. "Sakura!" She gasped, quickly falling to her knees to check on her. Ino began to frantically shake Sakura by the shoulders. "Sakura! Sakura!"
"Move." Sasuke said with a slightly rude undertone, calmly climbing over the counter.
"E-excuse me?" Ino snapped, sending a glare at the man who was now behind the counter with her.
"Ino! Ino, right?" Naruto quickly interrupted from the other side. "It's cool. Sasuke knows about stuff like this; he'll know what to do."
Her baby blue eyes narrowed at the dark haired man beside her for a moment, before she quietly moved aside for the male.
Sakura's eyes slowly blinked open to the sight of the captivating strangers face hovering over hers. He was so close the strands of his hair kissed the sides of her face. A blush quickly settled on her cheeks as she muttered a small apology before hastily pushing herself up from the floor. Not a smart idea, she thought as the blood rushed to her head with a pounding ache.
"You should remain lying down for a few minutes, to allow normal blood flow back into your brain before getting up." Sasuke instructed, propping himself up using his knee. Sakura numbly nodded at his instructions (I'm the medical one dammit! I know! I just forgot because your face is so, so pretty.)
To give her friend some air, Ino quickly dusted herself off and gathered their ordered bouquet from the floral refrigerator. The two men quietly paid for the flowers after Ino placed the bouquet on the counter and made their leave. The store bell chimed when the two opened the door. Sasuke walked out the store with a simple, "Thank you." As Naruto followed after him with a smile. "Hope your friend feels better." He waved before walking through the doors.
Ino let out a sigh of relief when the two left. She looked down beside her, eying Sakura who was still on the ground. Sakura's green eyes looked up, directly matching her stare, as if saying. Go on. I dare you. Ino couldn't help but laugh at her best friends misfortune. "Oh. Man." Her laughter only increased. "Sakura. You only faint when—"
The store bells rang again, causing Ino to jump and stop mid-sentence. Naruto's blond head popped back in. "Sorry. I couldn't help but overhear your laugh." He let out a hearty chuckle. "I hope your day is as beautiful as your smile."
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Oh sure, hit on the blond while her best friend is on the floor.
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"I think I like your prince charming Sakura."
"Ino—"
"I think, I think I want to steal your prince charming." She paused. "Oh god. I'm going to be the bitch in your story Sakura! What do I do?"
"Ino, its okay—"
"I don't want to be the villain! Villains are ugly and they always fail and and… They never get their happily ever after!"
"Ino!" Sakura screamed. "Stop. Listen. My prince charming- I mean, Naruto. He isn't really my prince charming, is he?"
"…"
"When you were describing my prince charming, you were actually describing yours, weren't you?"
"I-uh."
"Naruto. He's your prince charming, isn't he?"
Sniffle. "S-Sakuraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
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"Shh. It's okay Ino." Pat pat. "If it'll make you feel better. How about we switch? I give you my prince charming, and you lend me your laptop for the week."
"… Why?"
"I'm out of bandwidth for the month and tomorrow is Thursday."
"So?"
"... Meaning anime release day."
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"God. Why am I friends with you?"
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Sasuke. Sasuke. Sasuke. Sasuke! Sasuke~ Sasuke. Sasuke! Sasuke. Sasuke~ Sasuke. SasUKE! (lol uke.) ~ Sasuke. Sasuke! Sasuke~ Sasuke~ Sasuke! Sasukeee. Sasuke. Sasuke~ Sasuke. Sasuke. Sasuke. Sas—
Sakura abruptly stopped writing in her new journal/book/scary thing, causing the tip of her pencil to snap. Oh god. What was she doing? She thought, looking at her writing in disgust. This was like highschool all over again. No. She should not be doing this. She was a well respected doctor working as the apprentice of probably the most renown doctor in all of Konoha. She should not be writing the name of a pretty boy she had last seen 3 days, 8 hours and 12 minutes ago (I'm not counting, I swear!). There were lives to be saved! Though the doodle of her and Sasuke holding hands was quite cute…
Beep. Beep.
Sakura looked down towards her pager, clipped to the collar of her lab coat. "Haruno here." She spoke into the small black machine. "Sakura? Tsunade-sama requested you in her room if you aren't busy." Came Shizune's voice, the head hospital assistant. Sakura tensed at the request, but eventually let out a quiet, "Alright." As she quickly grabbed the mysterious red book and placed it inside her labcoat pocket before leaving her office.
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Sakura never liked visiting the rooms of sick patients she was close to. Seeing someone she knew, someone she once stood beside, laughing together. Seeing that someone barely sitting, only propped against the whiteness of the hospital pillows from of the assistance of a nurse. Looking so frail, so helpless, so weak, so...
"Tsunade-sama... How are you feeling?" Sakura asked, walking towards her bedside.
The older woman smiled. "It's nice to see you Sakura." She answered, avoiding the question.
They were both doctors.
They both knew.
Sakura pulled out a seat beside the bed, sitting herself down. "Sorry its been a while since my last visit." Sakura started, hestitantly. She knew her teacher never liked seeing people when she was like this. She didn't like seeing her like this either. "There's no cure." Tsunade cut in. Her hazel eyes determined not to waver, they showed no signs of fear, but signs of lost hope. Tired eyes.
"Stop saying that!" The chair legs scraped against the hard floors. "There has to be! There will be!" Sakura shouted, standing from her seat.
Tsunade smiled at her optimistic outburst. "How have you been, Sakura?" She quietly said, ushering her student to sit back down. Sakura frowned, eyes brimming with tears. But she would not cry. Don't cry. That is the job of a doctor, the first rule her sensei had taught her when she was staring at death, at a lifeless body. Don't cry. "I'm fine." She answered with a pout.
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They sat there for a long time.
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Ino wouldn't pick up. Sakura sighed for the tenth time that evening, closing her cell phone in defeat. She wanted someone to talk to. Tsunade was...
Sakura rested her elbows on the surface of her beloved computer desk, her hand running through her hair in a defeated fashion. She glanced up at Ino's laptop screen, blankly staring at the small animated characters as they spoke, colorful backgrounds flashing as they switched scenes. Green eyes mindlessly watched the moving pictures, then looked away.
She slowly pushed herself away from her desk and proceeded to grab her keys and purse. The computer screen continued to flash with animated characters as Sakura quietly closed the door behind her.
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"The usual?" Asked the cashier, Karin, as Sakura stood at the front of the line.
"Huh?" Sakura replied, caught off guard. "I... Yeah. Thanks." Her eyes lowered.
Karin stopped pressing the buttons of the cashier machine and looked at the tired girl in front of her. She knew Sakura as regular customer, she was usually the one to serve her. They knew each other. Not in the close friend, 'I'm going to laugh at you when you fall, but I'll punch the living shit out of anyone that hurts you' kind of way. But they were acquaintances; Karin knew her in the way she would always order a Grande Skinny Hazelnut Latte and a Cheery Cherry Pie whenever she came into the store. She also knew her enough to know that something was wrong. "Here's your order." "Thank you." Sakura said, as she paid the required amount (8 dollars and sixty-nine cents, always the same thing) and walked to the farthest, most secluded table in the store.
Sakura sat at an empty window-side table at the back of the store, a good distance away from the remaining customers. The shop was quieter in the evening, only the faint mummers of chatter and the occasional chime of glass cups clicking against each other could be heard in the background. She's running out of time. Her green eyes peered outside the window, the headlights of a few cars drove past. Her hand rummaged through her purse for her cell phone, pushing aside the red book before grabbing a hold of the small device. Clicking 1 on speed dial, the screen displayed the words; Calling... Ino. She waited. She needed someone to talk to. Please. Please pick up.
"Hi!"
"Ino—"
"This is Ino, I'm not here to take your message right now—"
Sakura's hand holding the phone slowly dropped from her ear as she pressed the End Call button. Her phone was dropped back into the shelter of her purse as she stared at the steaming latte sitting in front of her. She poked at her Cheery Cherry Pie (cheer up, cheer up!) with her fork, and then her eyes wondered back into the opening of her purse, settling its gaze on the red book.
She slowly pulled out the small book and opened its pages. This time, there was no surprise, no screaming, just staring. As expected, the book had helped itself to describing her life up until this very point, again. She knows she shouldn't be doing this. Using this weird book for her own, selfish reasons but...
Grabbing a pen from her purse, she quietly wrote:
I wish I had someone to talk to.
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"Hey."
"Sasuke..."
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CHAPTER 2 END
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(A/N) It was fun spamming Sasuke's name 8D
I changed a few things in the 1st chapter, nothing much, just small bits that'll be repeated in future chapters. The chapter took a turn from happy to depressing ish (EMO!Sakura), but its for plot development (: Fanfiction never sent me any emails saying I got any reviews for this chapter, so I was kinda bummed when not one single email was in my inbox. But behold! There were reviews! Thank you for the support!