SP/n: Hi, I like this story. So I'm keeping it. :) It'll just take a while.
I don't own anything because I am poor.
"I once had dreams of becoming the Perfect Top Model."
Snort.
Glare. "What? What's so wrong about it?"
"Well, for starters, you have pink hair."
"The industry needs something unique."
"Your forehead is still kinda big. Kinda."
Gasp. "Take that back. I love my forehead."
"You can be a model for a kids' clothes line.
You blend more with the cute style."
Sigh. "Thank you for crushing my pre-existing dreams."
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"Why do you feel the need to look perfect?
You're already perfect."
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So pretty. So extremely-totally-to-die-for-I-cannot-fathom pretty.
But the price was even prettier.
Yikes.
I sighed and walked away from probably the most perfect shoes that would totally match the most perfect outfit I was going to be wearing to an Uchiha hosted gala next week. I didn't even want to try it on so as to not feel even more sad than I already was.
And yes, you heard that right. I was going to be attending an I-know-it's-going-to-be-awesome-because-the-Uchiha's-are-going-to-be-hosting-it gala party. Initially, I rejected the offer when Sasuke invited me to be his plus one, but when Mikoto-oka— I mean, Mikoto-san invited me herself I just couldn't say 'No'. Sigh, how could I not? When she treated me like the daughter she never had?
Her spoiled-I-am-so-taking-advantage-of-you-since-I-only-have-male-children daughter she never had. It was scary, sometimes.
"Hey, Ino." I said dejectedly as I entered Victoria's Secret.
"How was it?"
"Oh, I could totally buy it; if I don't eat, sell my house, and kidney... Basically live on the street for a month, yeah."
Ino cringed. "Ooh, that bad?"
I nodded sadly, contorting my face into an exaggeratedly cartoonish sad frown. "So, did you find the perfect bra?" I asked.
Ino was attending the party too. Shikamaru was invited, of course, and Ino will be going as his plus one, of course. It would've been easy if she'd just pick out a dress and some awesome kill heels, but noooo, Ino had to be the daring little fashionista she is.
Listen to this. You will love this.
She has this black mini dress from high school that she totally outgrew. And surprise, surprise she's still going to wear it. She planned to wear it as a skirt and wear a nice top, but then this crazy idea popped into her head and decided to wear it like a high-waisted skirt and just wear a bra as her top.
A BRA.
Daring? Yes.
Innovative? Yes.
In your right mind? No.
Bet hey, this was Ino.
"I'm totally confused." Ino said, holding up a bra in each hand. "This flaming hot fire engine red or shining, shimmering, splendid black one?"
"Definitely black."
"Yeah." She hung the fire truck red bra back. "The red might make me look like a cheap whore."
And she's worried about that.
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It was a nice day.
Tsunade was nice enough to give me an early lunch break. People decided to be nice and not beat up each other or try to kill each other hence, me not having so many patients that morning. I was sitting at this really nice food place near the hospital having lunch. They opened about five months ago and I've been coming here for lunch ever since. Why?
'Cause they serve breakfast meals every hour. Whattup?
And I love me some bacon and eggs. Mm, cholesterol. Isn't it heaven?
I am a sad excuse for a doctor.
But then this perfectly nice day was interrupted when this very nice looking man decided to join me for lunch.
"What are you doing here?" I deadpanned.
"Lunch, of course." He stated simply.
"Seriously, Sasuke, you just had to pick the place where I usually eat lunch at?" I said, kind of mean and lacy.
"I didn't even know you eat lunch here."
I rolled my eyes. "Oh please, I took you here one time."
"One time, it could've faded from my memory." He held up a finger to emphasize his point, I could only glare. He had a wicked memory in that wonderful head of his.
Relinquishing my anger I asked again, this time more civilized. "What are you really doing here?"
He chuckled in his deepsexy, baritonesexy voice. "Seriously, I'm just here for lunch." He said, straightening up when his order (steamed pesto-topped fish) arrived at what used to be my own, personal table before someone had invited themselves to.
I narrowed my eyes at him suspiciously. "Right." I drawled, continuing to eat my 'breakfast at lunch'.
"Did you already find something to wear?" He asked.
"Yeah, it's white and long." I said, then I remembered the shoes. "And I found these frickin' awesome mind-blowing pair of shoes that cost like—" I paused and remembered who I was talking to. "Wait... You know what? Forget everything I said."
But then he won't forget it, or let it go at the least.
"Where, per se, did you find these 'frickin' awesome mind-blowing' pair of shoes?"
I shook my head vigorously. "At some mall, I even forgot what store it was. Oh my God, I don't even know what mall. Or was it even in the mall? In Japan? Asia? Maybe in my dreams, yeah, I probably dreamt of the most wonderful shoes that I actually thought they were real. Silly me." I laughed, hitting my forehead with my palm in fake embarrassment.
Oh yeah, I could probably win a Grammy for that.
When I looked to Sasuke, I found out that he just stared at me— bored and unconvinced. But then really, who would really believe my story? Maybe kids. Yeah. Kids.
"Really, Sakura? Really?"
I shrugged him off and continued eating.
Then the silence was disturbed when the legs of the chair Sasuke sat in scraped against the floor. He had stood up and looked at me. "Thanks for lunch." He said emotionlessly. He left some money on the table and left. Then I kinda felt guilty. Kinda. Well, I did push him away.
But then all guilt was lost when I found that he left enough money for mine and his meal.
Jerk.
Hope he enjoys his walk to his office building.
That's practically on the other side of town.
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"Calm down, Ino."
"I can't believe it!" She screeched through the phone, my eardrum now ruptured. I thank you so much. "I seriously cannot believe it. It won't fit!"
"No, really." I deadpanned.
"It used to fit!"
I sighed. "Ino, it was a high school dress. HIGH. SCHOOL."
Sometimes, I question why am I friends with this psycho. But then I'm not any saner than she is.
"I'm shedding off an inch."
"Why?" I asked in exasperation. "Why not buy another dress? It's simple, we go to a store, Macy's for example, pick out a really cute dress, pay for it then go to Payless where we can find you some nice shoes. Isn't that easier?"
She chuckled. It sounded kinda evil and I sort of felt a little shiver up my spine. "Forehead, Forehead, my dear, dear Forehead. Who do you think I am? You?" I glared, but since Ino wasn't in the same room as I was, so I made a mental image and killed her a few times. "I'm taking this a challenge."
I could only sigh.
"By next week, you will see that Yamanaka Ino will be a changed woman. Hotter and sexier than ever."
"Uh-huh."
"You're gonna ask me how am I gonna do it, right?" I could picture that sheepish Cheshire grin on her face.
"No, not really."
"Well, I'm gonna start by not eating anything above a hundred calories, wait, that's a lot, maybe above fifty... twenty? You know what, I won't even eat. I'll—"
"GOODBYE, INO." I said, slamming the phone on the receiver. Seriously, that girl was a menace to society and herself. I'll pick on another day to lecture her.
I stared at my desk calendar and saw in my neat non-doctor handwriting were the words 'Uchiha gala'. Then the shoes came to my head. Ugh. Why? Just why were they so expensive? Was it a crime to have nice things that's why they made every single nice thing in the world so expensive so that no one could have them?
I may be a doctor but I don't have the stereotype doctors' salary. Some doctors may have the same salary as me but they charge a hefty amount for consultation fees. I don't even have consultation fees! Maybe I should start…
No.
I am not in this for the money.
But the shoes…
NO.
Gah!
I didn't even know I cried out loud until I saw Makoto, the cute intern that Sasuke was so jealous of, standing at my doorway with a strange look directed at me. I smiled sheepishly.
"Is this a bad time Haruno-san?" He asked.
"It's fine." I straightened in my seat and fixed my attire. "I'm sorry, what is it that you wanted?"
"Your surgeries are prepped now."
I looked back down on my calendar and saw that I had in fact three scheduled surgeries today. I. Totally. Forgot. Bad doctor! Bad doctor!
I thumped my palm against my forehead and quickly shuffled out of my room. I didn't even notice that I was muttering 'bad doctor' the entire trip to the surgery room until I heard Makoto chuckling. Great example for the intern Sakura. Just. Peachy.
"What's the first surgery?" I asked as the other nurses were dressing me. I handed my phone to one of the other interns who usually just stands at the side and says nothing.
"A kidney transplant. Seiichi Kuromi, 48, Male." Makoto answered.
"What's the other two?"
"Appendix and tonsils."
"Wow, today sure is a busy day." I muttered sarcastically as one nurse handed me scalpel.
The life of a doctor— taking out appendixes and tonsils.
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I stretched my shoulders and rolled my head around as I entered my office. That appendix surgery was hell. Don't even get me started. Not only did the kidney transplant take longer than expected that damn appendix had to burst.
Worst of all Uchiha Sasuke was in her office. Calmly reading a magazine in her mini living room. Cosmo, she saw.
"That's a girl magazine, if you didn't know." I said as I made my way over to my desk to gather my things.
"Is this even allowed in the hospital?" he asked.
"It's a personal copy." I replied, not ashamed at all that I had a copy of Cosmo in my office. I looked up at him seeing him still ogling at the magazine. "What are you doing here?"
"Visiting Tsunade." He replied nonchalantly as he flipped a page.
My brows rose up to my hairline. Sasuke and Tsunade. Tsunade and Sasuke. Sasuke visiting Tsunade? What has the world come to? I was shocked to have felt no earthquake nor lava spewing everywhere. Sasuke and Tsunade were not compatible they were just two very strong personalities that didn't bode well with each other.
"Since when did you and Tsunade acted civil with each other?"
"Since—"
"Haruno-san, Seiichi-san wanted to give you this as a token of appreciation." Makoto said, bringing a basket of fruit and box, and I am hoping that box contained food. "Oh, Uchiha-san is here. Good afternoon sir." He bowed to Sasuke. Ugh, great, another way to boost 'Uchiha-san's' ego.
I made my way over to Makoto and received the fruits and box. And bam, it was food. Chocolate fudge. Nope, I wasn't in this for the money at all. "I'll be sure to send them a thank you card back, thanks Makoto-kun." I grinned.
Sasuke merely grunted.
"Do you need any help getting these to your car?" Makoto asked. He was such a dear, really.
"You are the greatest Makoto, did I ever tell you that?" I said. I handed him the fruit basket back and a small stack of files. I could always do those here, but the chocolate fudge was just dying to be eaten at home.
"Would that be everything?"
"Yeah, you can go home now. Thank you again." I said as I held the door open for him.
I turned back to Sasuke and saw that his face was set in a frown. Not like it hasn't been like that since the beginning of time. I could just tell he was burning by my interaction with the cute cute-y intern. I laugh at his expense.
"Are you sure that that kid doesn't have a crush on you?" He asked.
"Positive." I replied. "But if he does, well, nothing I could do." I said giddily eyeing the box of fudge in my hands.
I heard him grunt once more. He threw the magazine on the coffee table then made his way out slamming the door in process.
"Hey! This is a hospital you mammoth!" I cried knowing he couldn't hear me.
Geez, what the hell was his problem.
I began gathering my things so that I could get home. I reached under the desk to fish out my bag but when heard something akin to that of paper rustling I heaved whatever I grabbed onto my desk. I gasped. I wanted to die. I really wanted to die right then and there. Oh God, please let this be a dream.
It was the shoes.
The shoes that I had been eyeing the moment I saw it on display.
It was housed in a crystal display that gave me clear view of what the insides looked like. Oh God, it was so beautiful. They looked better housed in this case than on a pedestal for the world to see.
Sasuke that annoying little creeper. He found them. I don't know how he did, but he did.
There was even a note. And I swear it was just beaming with smugness.
I know you'll wear it.
Typical Sasuke.
He just knows everything.
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