A life no one could touch
"Haruno Sakura, was it?" The sleazy bartender asked, looking wasted, grinning like a mad fool. "Yes. Sakura is fine." She said, her eyes twitching. It was the fourth time he'd asked that in the past minute. "B-but what about something cute, like Saka-chan or just Sa-chan?" He mummbled, still grinning. She sighed.
"No, Just Sakura is fine." She growled.
He nodded, straightening up immediatly, looking as sober as the next guy. "Alright kid, you got the job." He said, his voice clear of any alchohol damage.
She was completly lost. "Er-erm, thank you?" She said, now tottaly unsure of what to do. He chuckled at her confusion.
"Names Jiraya. I'm the manager, and I like to make sure our employee's aren't jelly legged. I'm assuming you would've hit me pretty hard if I asked your name again." He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck.
She raised an irritated eyebrow, but nodded. "So when do I start?" She asked, her tone flat.
"Tommorow, Seven P.M." He said, "Every minute late is a dime off your weekly pay roll." He said, seeming irritated with her presence. "Now go, I've got people to talk to." He said, eyeing two slightly older women, sitting in the corner, laughing drunkly.
She rolled her eyes and pushed off from the counter. Then she got glomped. "SAKURA-CHAN~! I GOT THE JOB! DID YOU, SAKURA-CHAN!" Naurto shouted in her face, stradling her waist.
She glared at him, "Yes, Naruto, I did." She said between her teeth.
Naruto tensed suddenly, then slowly reclined from his glomp attack. Sakura raised a brow at his smart behavior, but let it go. "Hey, Naruto. So Jiraya said it's band night, and some band called 'Weasel eats the Fish' is playing. You wanna' stick around to check it out?" She asked.
He answered back in a gruff tone, "Sure Sakura-chan, whatever you want." She raised her eyebrow again. Just what is up with the idiot?
She looked back at him, for she had turned away. He was turned away from her, hunched over. "Er- Naruto?" She asked uncertantly. "Eh?" He asked, his voice still gruff, "I've gotta go to the bathroom." He shouted as he ran off. She sighed dramatically. She really didn't understand him.
Sakura took note of her surroundings. She was near the back of a pretty large bar. There was a stage across the room, which people were setting things up on. Her green eyes sparkled as she saw an electric guitar resting on it's glorious stand, which was sitting on the stage.
She floated, literally, to the guitar. Her now large emerald eyes took in the shiny black guitar, decorated with red flames. She was nearly drooling.
"You like it?" A voice sounded from infront of her. She quickly moved her gaze over, to spot a black haired boy, looking around her age. She nodded. "Me too. Got it as a birthday present from my little brother's friend last year."
He took it off the stand, holding it lightly. "You want to hold it?" He asked, glancing at her mesmerized face.
She nodded quickly, and he handed it over.
She took it gingerly, eyeing it up and down. "Whoa, whoa- wait. You got this LAST YEAR? It looks brand new!" She exclaimed, turning it over to examine the back.
"Yes, well I tend to keep my things in good condition, should I ever want to sell them, I would hope to have it in the best condition." He smirked, his dark eyes twinkling.
"Oh my god, I forgot, Hi. I'm Sakura. Saura Haruno. I just started working here...well, no, I OFFICIALY start working here tomorrow." She grinned, proud of her speach infront of such a hot guitarist.
"Itachi." He offered, extending his hand. She stared at it for a second, before grabbing it and shaking once. His hands were soft.
"Nice to meet you, Itachi." She grinned, her pink hair falling into her eyes. She swiped it away quickly, with an annoyed face, then grinned again, as if nothing had happened. "I could say the sa-" Itachi started, but was cut off.
"SAKURA-CHAN~!" A loud and all to formiliar voice screamed, sounding upset.
"WHAT?" She snapped back over her shoulder to the hyperventilating blonde.
"OH! Sakura-chan, I couldn't find you, I was so worried." He panted.
"Oh? Where did you look, Naruto?" She asked, annoyance thick in her voice.
"Well, I searched the whole bathroom!" he said, reaching her side now. "Which bathroom exactly?" She asked, her eye already twitching. She knew exactly what he was going to say.
"The mens bathroom, of course." He said, laughing as if it were the only place he should have looked.
Sakura promptly smacked him over the head, "Naruto, you idiot." She growled, smacking him again for good measure.
"Ow~! Sakura-chan!" He whined pushing her away, while rubbing his sore head.
"You diserved it, you bastard. I am a woman in case you haven't noticed!" She shouted at him, gesturing to her body.
"Of course I have." Naruto said bluntly, looking away and huffing.
"Then why in the hell would you look in the mens bathroom!" She shouted.
All the while, Itachi was wearily watching Sakura as she shouted at the blonde kid 'Naruto', clutching his beloved guitar tighter and tighter in her fist. "Dude. She's going to break it." A deep voice came from behind him. He looked over to see Kisame, staring down at him, then glancing over at Sakura, his eyes widened.
"Oh shit!" Sakura shrieked.
Yup. She broke it. She had broke the neck in her fist, then thrown it to the ground, not thinking. Then stomped on it once or twice. For good measure of course. Then she realized just WHAT she had done. "Um. I'm sorry?"
She turned to Itachi, who was staring down at his guitar in pure horror. "What...did you...do?" He whisperd, slowly walking off the stage, to pick up the remains of his guitar.
He looked up at her again, horror and sadness gone. His eyes held nothing but pure hatred. "YOU BROKE SASUKE JR.!"
"Sakura..." Naruto whisper-muttered, "Now would be a good time to..RUN LIKE HELL!" He shouted and took off, Sakura right on his toe.
They both ran all the way back to their house, through the door, locked it, ran up all fourty ONE stairs, and ended up in Sakura's room, laughing and panting.
"I really hope I never see that guy again." Sakura laughed, collapsing onto her bed.
"That makes two of us." Naruto agreed, not tired in the slightest. "I'm going to go make some ramen." He said.
"I'm going to sleep. Shut my door, I don't want the ramen smell in here." She grumbled. "Yeah, whatever, Sakura-chan." He laughed, walked out of the room and shut the door. Sakura sighed and slipped under the covers, falling asleep. Man, that was a long day.
Well, hello there! I just decided to post another chapter, because I was bored and got an idea. No, I still don't know who to pair Sakura with. I did get a pretty profound 'Anything by SasuSaku', so I guess that's on the no list. But I can't base a whole story on one persons opinion. So...TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT! Gah, I don't know what I want, I'm just bored and need to write. And for all of you Le Coeur fans, HA HA, I'm not updating that story today! :P Take THAT, shove it in your juice box and SUCK IT! Ah, Sorry, hyper. But seriously. Tell me who you want to be with Sakura, and thank you nameless reviewer, whom I cannot name, because they did not leave a name, for telling me no Sasuke. Got it. *Wink*
I LOVE YOU ALL (IF YOU REVIEW...Because if you don't then I'll be all pouty like 'Meh...No one likes my story...wah wah wah...No one likes my story' And I'll get more depressed then Tamaki when Kyuya wouldn't let him help the newspaper club! Yeah! I won't change, I'll sit in a corner, I'll poke a ball, and I'll make dog noises for the rest of my life! Do you really want that..? DO YOU? (If you don't get this reference, look up Ouran High School Host Club, you loser. I mean really, REALLY! One of the best shows ever and you don't know what I'm talking about? Pfft, loser! And if you do know, then I'm in love with you, now give me your hand in marrige!) Then review.) SO MUCH!
Sorry for all the parenthesis confusion! Sugar + Me + Fanfiction = Short, irritating, indecisive, parenthesis covered fanfics. GOMEN NASAI, MUCHACHO! (Yeah, I put two languages together. Watcha gonna do about it, foo?)