(Happy Holidays/Merry Christmas/ Happy Hanukah/ Happy Kwanza/Etc)
Points to bring attention to:
1) I LIKE INO, THANKS.
2) This is a SasuSaku story.
3) Sasuke is the only male in the Naruto Universe that shall be referred to as a Sex God by I, therefore Sasuke = Bartender. Sorry if it wasn't obvious, I guess I didn't catch that.
SORRY.
Reviewers remind me why I love to write, so thank you!!!
I will admit that it feels really weird that I'm writing again. But I like the feeling. And writing, too. ALSO, the scene flips from one place to the other fast.
HINT: People in my story are probably there for a reason.
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.Ino.
I tried not to let the pain show through smile I was wearing. It began to grow harder and harder to wear the mask of emotion I was wearing with each tenth of a second passing by. I squirmed uncomfortably as I saw them somewhat flirting as he leaned over the counter, staring deep into her eyes.
The way he would never do for me.
The worst part was that she was undebatably beautiful. It didn't matter whether you despised thin noses or if big, innocent eyes weren't your cup of tea—the serene harmony of her face made a grin spread across your face like a wildfire when you looked at it, like the laughter of a newborn.
I tried to avert my gaze from her and onto my new Jimmy Choos (that Sasuke didn't notice, nor would he ever—cue the bitter laugh once more). Oh God I wanted to look at something but her. I knew the curiosity was building up with each second not looking at them, but anything to indulge myself in to ignore the pain.
I unconsciously picked my head up without realizing it, until I felt an uncomfortable pang in my chest when he found something amusing in her words, smirking that undeniably sexy smirk that could make anyone swoon—regardless of gender.
I played with the end of my long ponytail, twirling the end repeatedly, sighing. Was it always that easy to forget your friend when a girl prettier than her walked into a bar?
Sasuke, who graduated at the top of our class, sharp as a whip, was so oblivious it almost brought tears to my eyes. He never did notice the striking resemblance between my last ten boyfriends—did he? The way that-one-guy who had the same, smoldering, onyx eyes. Or how Jin had the same smirk. Not even what's-his-face—the one with the same freaking hair!
It's not fair how much pain he can cause me. And I could never do anything about—
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Unless… I thought as I chewed on my lower lip. Sure, I ruin relationships, but not that kind. Desperate times call for desperate measures?
If you always do the same as you do, you will always get the same as you have always gotten. My mind chided.
I took a deep breath. I had to bring this up a notch. If I was ever going to compete with pinkie, I had to play dirty. I grabbed my clutch and ran out of the bar in a hurry (tripping on the way out, courtesy of Casino Royale, thanks.)
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.Itachi.
Beep!
"Get the hell out," I barked, buttoning up a clean shirt. Waking up to the scent of whore is not a pleasant thing, heed my wisdom.
"Mm, 'tachi, don't be like that," Nadoni purred as she draped herself onto me, the smell of sex following not long after. She began to nibble on my ear, attempting to seduce me into giving up another dollar.
"Sebasitu, please see Naomi to the door," I dismissed her with a single wave of my hand.
"It's Nadoni!" She hissed furiously, "You're just going to dump me or something? What kind of shit is that?! I thought we were…" She feigns a sniffle. Money. That was all she was after. Greedy little wench. Just like everyone else in the world, greedy for money.
"I no longer desire your presence. Your job here is done, and mine is too."
"As you wish, sire," Sebasitu droned in his same, weary tone as he has. He drags Nadine to the door.
"Uchiha Itachi, you'll be seeing me again soon!" She screeched.
SLAM!
"Females and their hormones and… estrogen. Bleh." I shiver. Perhaps this is why I don't marry and sever my bonds. There is no use for such meaningless things.
"Sire, there is a fair blonde outside that asks to see you,"
"…Is this girl pretty?" I ask, trying to tie my tie properly. Fuck it. Whoever needs to see me at this hour can settle for a Clip-On tie.
At the question, Sebasitu squirms, though he has been asked this one many times. "…Quite."
"Tell her I'll be out in a minute," I sigh, not for the tiresome task of dressing, but because I know just who this is.
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.Sasuke.
"Oh… Your lady-friend. She left Jin. Do you want to follow her? Is she…" The porcelain doll sniffs once more, she cannot speak the words that burn at her mouth, "the one that broke us…" her voice cracks, and can no longer continue the question.
"She is merely an acquaintance." I reply. This was the girl that Ino was droning about.
Funny how things work out.
"C'mon, I don't think it's legal to be this drunk in public," I put my coat on her, "Let me talk with my boss so he knows I'm leaving early,"
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.Itachi.
"So we meet again, Ino Yamanaka," I bow, and give her a kiss on her hand. I give a charming smirk, which would normally have her swooning. Today, though, her face is pinched up into something sour and hateful.
"Save the flourish for someone who needs it. I come to you with an offer," Ino snaps. She's seen this scene before in the overplayed play, read the script forward and backward. Still, it's fun to reenact. (Translation: Itachi plays the ladies.)
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AND THE PLOT THICKENS.
Um, haha. I plan to have a Christmas Chapter (BONUS!) Out as an apology.
Please review; it's why I even made this chapter at all. Thanks for the past reviews too, I reach each, and they are all loved and appreciated.
