Grasping my Hermes saddlebag from its lazy position beside me, I turn to the magnificent creature in front of me. "Thank you, Serena, so much for coming out of your way just to have a chat from your old friend. We MUST do this again." Currently, we are in the vast garden of that new restaurant, La Vie en Rose, everyone is going gaga over. Too bad its exclusivity and tiny clientele list shrouds the paparazzi from coming inside. Luck had it that I got a membership. A phone call here and there… a string or two may have been pulled… et voila! No snags in site! HAHA. What now, Ino? Thought I couldn't get in… nee ner nee ner!

Serena, that oh so lovely doll, only smiles coquettishly at my comment. "Oh yes we must! I haven't seen you in so long! Ever since that incident with Genma… ".

I gasp, "Don't you bring THAT boy up! He was such a bore!"

The blonde giggles, "Hey- at least he was cute. His rippling muscles…" Ha that flirt. Did you know that after a nasty breakup, she swore off dating? And next thing ya know, she jumps back on the wagon with not one, but FIVE guys in tow. I guess she couldn't help pretending to be a virgin for a minute. Haha. She told me at a wild party, "Noooo I'm not dating… It's out of mere coincidence that we're all going to that back room over there and don't want to be bothered for at least an hour". That girl makes me laugh.

Anyway, back to the present.

Taking a quick sip of my blueberry-vanilla tea and dabbing a cream-colored napkin on the corners of my lips, I take my leave. "Good-bye, Serena!."

Serena takes me into a quick hug, and I turn towards the exit.

Time to hop on the family jet en route to the city of love.

Walking along the Seine is always magnificent, and yet, I can't steady my focus onto its beauty. Another problem has arisen, and its horrid name is Sasuke. Lately, he's on my mind, fucking with my thoughts. Can he be any more annoying? Well apparently, he can. And he says I'M annoying. Do I have to stand for this? NO. But I can't resist thinking about his sexy smirk and yummy abs…

Suddenly, a man crosses my line of thought, interrupting me of my scintillating thoughts of a sexy someone. "Excusez-moi, mademoiselle?" (Excuse me, miss?)

Oh he's a frenchie. "Oui?" I turn to look at him. Oooh la la… un homme ravissant! (A ravishing man.) I bat my long lashes at him.

He winks and murmures, "Voules-vouz cochez avec moi, ce soi?" (Will you sleep with me tonight?)

I burst out laughing quite loudly, what with the song reference and corny pick-up line. I didn't think there were still guys out there as to be so gutsy and daring. But then, there is still Sasuke to consider. Hmm….

I'm still cackling at the man and turn away before more tears in my eyes ruin my eyeliner. I suddenly remember the time and look at my Swarovski crystalline watch. I'm twenty minutes late! I quickly say an au revoir and take my leave towards a passing taxi.

Climbing in and muttering to the cab man an address, I take my phone out and dial a number so ingrained that it takes no time to remember. Listening to its mind-numbing rings, the person on the other line finally picks up.

"Oui?" a smooth, low voice rumbles.

"Why Sai, can't a friend get a friendly greeting?" I croon.

"You know, Ugly, you can't even get uglier. You're the final point."

Ignoring his rude comment, I prattle on about dropping by his luxe condo in the heart of Paris. "And I don't care if you're not letting me in. I will kick down the door if I have to."

Sai sighs. You know Sai sounds a lot like "sigh". So would it be more accurate to say, "Sigh sighs"? Huh. Guess not

Hearing him begin his cursing his life, I tune back to what he says. "Sakura, could you be anymore more deprecating?"

"Nope."

"…"

"…"

"Okay come over."

I smile a winning smile!

I win.

Banging on the door, I call into the home. "SAI! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE."

An annoyed Sai promptly opens the door. "You look horrible, Ugly."

"Jet-lag is a bitch, Bitch." Yeah, I told him off. Ha. I plop onto his comfortable modern black couch. I love his living room. It has black furniture and decorations with red accents accompanying its ivory walls and paneling. I'm so happy Sai finally let me decorate it. Took a bunch of badgering and prodding until he caved in. Sakura wins again!

Sai sits opposite me in a lavish love-seat. "So what are you doing in Paris? Last time you visited me was when you were drunk off your ass after that gala."

I pondered at the memory. "Times are different now. But uh, speaking of memories. Remember that time you drank all of my 1909 vintage bottle of cognac noir and lovingly touched lips with Neji right in the kisser? He would've killed you if I weren't there to persuade him that it was all an accident and that he in fact had very nice girl hair."

"ALRIGHT ALRIGHT STOP WITH THE STORIES. I get it." He sighs again, mumbling about how he was about to make out with a hot girl, only to switch spots with Neji. "Stop using that against me." Sai glares at me and sighs another long sigh. "What do you want me to do?"

I smile a tainted, evil grin. "You'll see."

Phase two begins.

SO. It's been... uh.. two years? since I've last updated? Ahh let's just say I couldn't get into the mood of writing it. It was pretty plotless. And more for entertainment value than anything. Anywho, I want to know what you guys think of this fic. What with the feedback (on anything really), it'll help me know if you guys want me to continue it, or delete it. =) So let me knooww...