Konoha Press
lillypop414
Sasuke Uchiha Noun
(coolness level: IF SUPERNOVA HAD AN ANTI THEN HE WOULD BE SEVENTY-BILLION TIMES COOLER!
interests: under study
threat status: CEO; boss guy; unearthly gorgeous)
1. Second born son of the creator of Konoha Press
2. Newly appointed CEO, only after his elder brother refused position
3. For annoyances in his life, see Uzumaki Naruto, Hyuuga Neji and Nara Shikamaru
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Issue Two
_"I like it when you push the print button like that."_
I can do tons of stuff for the office, depending on what you want me to do.
I know the fastest way to Dunkin Donuts and back, the fact that I wear heels to work deters my speedy speed none, and, due to my job of being a waitress a summer ago, my memorization skills are, seriously, top notch.
Now, thinking that you don't want an intern to be your assistant—I watch TV; I know that most businesses don't have an intern for reason besides that—I, like I've mentioned before, know how to write. Even though it doesn't seem like it right now, I do have serious beast monster skills.
That I can guarantee.
So, please please please hire/intern me!
Haruno Sakura
Sakura spun around in her own fancy leather tall back office chair, subconsciously kicking her short little legs to give her the necessary punch when the chair started slowing down significantly. She was alone in the huge meeting hall, a wall made completely of mirror and glass directly across from her, displaying Downtown Konoha's beautiful skyline and busy life with blimps, airplanes, and helicopters decorating the cerulean blue, cloudless summer sky. Rising just as high as those air crafts were the buildings, the oldest cement and brick, newer sporting modern and sleek, sharp designs that mocked that of the newspaper headquarter and it's blueprints.
If she were to stop spinning and look out the window, past the extravagant buildings but down, down to the epicenter of life were people, swarms of people walked in groups, some wearing bright, distinguishable colors like orange and yellow, while others decided to pass by without casting much attention on themselves, donning neutral colors such as brown, gray and black.
But, alas, Ms. Haruno was at her happiest spinning in the fancy chair, brilliant viridian eyes closed as she giggled, smiling openly in happiness, tote bag containing her (admittedly amateur) work forgotten on the dark gray carpeted flooring. She could hardly believe what was happening to her, or the things that could, if opportunity allowed. She could be known, known outside the small walls of her high school, debuted to the entire world for how simply great she was at her craft.
Of course, later on when she wasn't distracting herself, she would be wildly nervous with just that thought, feeling like a small fish in an ocean full of sharks, or a freshmen coming into the school year late. She knew that eventually she would have to admit to herself that, if she weren't ready for it, she definitely didn't feel ready.
People had to be far more qualified than she was. The only articles she ever wrote were Dear Abby's and Gossip Corners.
…That didn't matter, though; she tried to remind herself, at least not right now, that that little miniscule bit of information that she left out wasn't of importance. Right now, she was in a fancy headquarters meeting hall spinning around in circles in one of their fancy headquarters meeting hall leather chairs, and she was…
"Having fun?"
She stopped abruptly, gripping the armrests of the chair as she jerked upward, almost flying out of the seat altogether. Her eyes shot open, emerald irises shrinking to a shocked size, and her heart raced.
Ahead of her, hands spread casually over papers laid out on the long glass table, was whom she assumed to be an Uchiha, only of knowledge that only members in that family had access to this room whenever need be. He seemed to be reading over one of the sheets, coal black eyes calculative on the ink, and Sakura took this time to calm herself down, straightening in the chair and rubbing away any wrinkles in her clothing.
Her breathing had finally calmed minutes later when the same voice reiterated, the owner of said voice's eyes focused on nothing but solely on her.
He licked his lips. "Well? Were you having fun?"
Sakura suddenly felt like prey under the watch of a very hungry hawk, and underneath the (see through) table, she fiddled with her fingers out of nerves, keeping her face—hopefully—blank and completely professional. The feat was especially difficult seeing as she was caught in the act of doing something particularly childish in a very adult place.
Clearing her throat, Sakura replied. "In all honesty, yes, I was Uchiha-sama, but—"
A smirk split across his face as he took a seat, still reading over an article, but shortly it disappeared, his face reverting to its previous unreadable mask.
"My father is Uchiha-sama, Ms. Haruno."
Sakura nodded solely to herself, keeping that bit of information that seemed dreadfully important considering the serious tone he put on in her mental database, preparing herself to apologize, only to realize something. "How do you know who I am?" She asked.
Seconds later, her question still lingered in the air conditioned atmosphere.
_"Why is there caramel, chocolate, and vanilla in my coffee? Do I look like I want this?"_
He was staring at her, Sakura noted, a slight shiver passing through her body at discovering this fact, and she really did want to look away, but it was one of those moments when you're not sure if averting your eyes would be the most…professional, friendly, or smart thing to do, when the person is someone you barely know.
Then again, she thought, some people just stare. It's a terrible habit, and an extremely freakish one to have, especially if you're on the receiving end of said staring, but all habits can be broken with hard work.
A clock upon the wall made itself known, echoing ticks ricocheting off the nearly bare off-white walls.
Slowly, an ebony eyebrow quirked itself upward, and a blank look phased onto obsidian eyes. "You don't remember me?"
If this were anyone else, in any other situation, Sakura would've considered the tone in his voice disbelief, possible shock, and draining pride. As if he thought that, it was strictly impossible and highly unlikely that any one person on the face of this Earth could forget who he was.
Just as the words left his voice, Sakura licked her lips self consciously, peering intently at the person across from her. Scrutinizing she realized some similarities between him and this one person in her English I class back in freshman year, and his hair did have the same sheen and hold as a boy who somehow always got third seat in the third row every semester during sophomore year in her math class. He rather held the same posture of surety and confidence as this person in Gai-sensei's PE class…
A loud banging noise disrupted her train of thought, and her head reflexively whipped in the direction of the doorway, which was swinging wide open. A blonde, tan, tall male strolled into the room, balancing a tray of coffee in one hand, a fresh batch of donuts in the other. Freckles dotted his cheeks almost childishly, and his sea blue eyes seemed like they were always so readable and friendly. He turned his blue baseball cap backwards, a light film of sweat covered his forehead, and a cherry red tongue stuck out of his lips in concentration.
He kicked the door closed with his foot, and he stared aggregately at the dark-haired, well-dressed man who was well on the way to glaring at the blonde boy.
"I am not your freaking maid!" He pronounced with a tired acid on his tongue, gracelessly plopping the coffees and doughnuts on the glass table. He wiped his hands on his faded orange tee-shirt, continuing while numbering out each reason with his fingers, "I'm not gay, so I'm not your wife, I'm not your assistant, either, and the last time I freaking checked, I own testicles, so I can't be your mother! SO TELL ME TEME, tell me why I am running around in 90 degree weather getting you your coffee!"
Sakura stared blankly at the exchanged, a smile rising onto her lips at realization. "Naruto-kun?" She started slowly, almost not sure of herself.
The blonde glanced at the rosette, and then grinned from ear to ear, cheering. "OH MY GOD! Sakura-chan! How ya been? It's been, like, I don't know, forever since I saw you!"
He watched while Naruto rushed over to Sakura, stealing a seat beside her, talking and laughing as if they were long lost best friends, a small sneer almost forming on his lips. Sasuke laced his fingers together, wondering why she had remembered Naruto before himself.
Annoying, he found himself muttering mentally, running a hand through his spiky hair, leaning into his chair. He sighed. Very…annoying.
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