Sakura gazed around the empty street. A warm glow kept the darkness at bay. The asphalt was rough and gritty under her lime-green Nine West espadrille lace-up wedge-heels. Everything looked so real and amazing. She was so sure she was standing in the middle of an empty highway, getting ready to do a quick race on her motorcycle. And that was whole point of this set.

"It's amazing," she breathed, turning to see a boy blush happily as he applied the finishing touches. "Oh my Gawd, this is absolutely incredible."

"Yes, it is." Hinata smiled proudly as she placed a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Jiro-kun is excellent when under pressure." She turned her eyes on the set, placing her hands on her hips. "This is what true artistic ability looks like. Jiro-kun is amazing with a paintbrush."

"It wasn't all me," Jiro mumbled softly, flicking his walnut brown hair out of his face. Sakura was shocked to see he was only a teenager, with eyes so gray they looked almost black. "I had help from some friends of mine."

"But still," Hinata smiled warmly at him. "I can't thank you enough for doing this for me. In a matter of six hours, you managed to make something that would normally take a week."

"Yeah," Sakura smiled at him. "You're going to going extremely far, Jiro-kun."

Hinata chuckled softly, patting his shoulder, as he blushed darker. "Yes, Jiro-kun. Even though I want to keep your talent for myself, you'll going to make it very far and you're going to be very famous."

He looked to his white Reeboks, standing practically a head taller than his boss. "Well, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be standing here. I have you to thank for helping. This," he waved a hand in the direction of the set, "is the least I can do, Hyuga-sama."

She nodded softly as he went back to fixing up the set, before smiling towards Sakura. "He's too modest for his own good. But he's a very hard worker. He deserves it."

"He sure does." Sakura smiled back.

Suddenly, the room was buzzing and Hinata smiled, turning on the heel of her navy flats designed to look like tennis shoes. "That will be Sasuke-san. I wonder what he'll think of this set."

She smiled at Sakura, who nodded back, jealousy souring her mouth. She really didn't hate Hinata. No, it wasn't that. It was the fact that Sasuke seemed to take so well to her. They seemed so . . . right for each other. She bit the inside of her cheek and pushed her jealousy away. She shouldn't be feeling this way. Hinata was her friend, and she shouldn't act like this over some guy. Friends before boys.

They stepped outside in time to see Sasuke rolling up on a shimmery onyx and silver Yamaha motorcycle. Hinata's smile brightened as she clasped her hands together happily. "This is great, Sasuke-san! That will go perfectly!"

Sasuke slid his helmet off, flashing Hinata pleased smirk. "Thanks."

She motioned towards three women dressed eccentrically. "We'll have to hurry. I was hoping we could get this done in a few hours, but I can see that your bike deservers much more than that."

Sakura was stunned. One, because Sasuke looked hot riding that thing. And second was because Hinata seemed delighted by the fact that Sasuke even had a motorcycle. How did she know? She couldn't have guessed Sasuke had a motorcycle.! And such a cool one at that! Hinata didn't pry into people's personal life!

But maybe Sasuke had told her . . .

Almost immediately, the bitterness of jealousy slid up her throat, but she shoved it back, just in time to smile at Sasuke. "I never knew you rode a bike, Sasuke-kun." She titled her head and played with her bubblegum pink hair as she smiled at him. "Think you can teach me how to ride one?"

He arched an eyebrow at her, but before he could say anything, Hinata touched his arm, smiling knowingly. "Ano, Sasuke-san, blue or black?"

His brow furrowed with confusion as she rocked on her heels. "Blue?"

She bit her lip, tilting her head. "I think you would look better in black." She turned on her heel just as the women bustled him away. Sakura frowned at three other women who lead her towards another dressing room. How convenient was that? But she shoved that thought aside, because she was a good friend. And good friends don't become jealous of their friends.

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Fifteen minutes later and Hinata was setting up her camera, humming a lullaby under her breath. Sakura's makeup artist was putting the finishing touches on her makeup. She had somehow managed to straddle the motorcycle and keep it up while still looking sexy.

They had shoved her into a tight bright cherry red sexy one-piece and highlighted her eyes with a soft peach color for her lower lids and a bright apricot on her upper lids. Her lips were colored a crazy wine red that made them look fuller than they actually were. They had added extensions and given her a blowout. Big, full waves bounced around her heart-shaped face and shimmered cerise in the light of the studio.

Hinata sighed softly and Sakura turned her head by the smallest fraction to look at her, because Mica, her makeup artist, was busy adding some kind of taupe blush to her cheeks to enhance them. "What's the matter, Hinata-chan?"

Hinata pursed her lips, placing her hands on the hips of her low-slung khaki cropped cargos. "Oh. Well, I think I'm missing something." She looked to Yumi who was busy trying to get everything else set up. "Am I missing anything, Yumi-chan?"

Yumi blinked, looking up. "Uh, the motorcycle helmets?"

Hinata slapped her palm with the bottom of her fist. "Thank you, Yumi-chan." She smiled at Sasuke, who was walking past her, dressed in a black leather jacket and matching leather pants with a tight white t-shirt, drinking a soda. "I'll be right back. Just give me a second."

He raised an eyebrow as she swept past him. "Okay." He turned to Sakura, who flashed him a flirty smile. "Where's she going?"

Sakura shrugged and Mica scowled, muttering something Russian under her breath. "She said something about motorcycle helmets."

"Yes!" Yumi popped up beside Sasuke with her usual bright smile. He didn't even blink at her, but she seemed oblivious to this. "Hyuga-sama had found these ah-mazing vintage helmets at a flea market. Originally, she had bought them on a whim, but now that she's doing this photo shoot, she's got a use for them." She shrugged happily. "They're really great. I hope she keeps them."

Sakura rested her forearms on the handlebars of her candy apple red Harley-Davidson. "Sounds like Hinata-chan."

Yumi laughed and flounced away, leaving Sakura and Sasuke to themselves. She smiled at him, "Do you and Hinata-chan know each other from the past, or something?"

"No." He crushed the soda can in his black fingerless gloved hand. "I've only ever heard about her."

"We used to be friends, you know," she said casually, trying to act nonchalant. "We used to model together, but she got out after five years." She had to force her smile, remembering the last time she had seen her friend. When Hinata had announced she was leaving the modeling business, the girls they were living with in their cramped three-bedroom apartment immediately started hugging and crying with her. Sakura had felt betrayed . . . and somewhat relieved ecause she wouldn't be held back.

"Oh?" Sasuke arched an eyebrow at her, sitting on his bike, with the kickstand down. "I never knew she model."

"Well," Sakura shrugged. "She didn't have the best time there, but we do have a lot of memories together." Right now, she wished she had a tube of lip-gloss or something, just so she could stop talking to Sasuke for a moment, let him that sink in. She toyed with the handlebar, squeezing the throttle, but nothing happened.

He slid on his aviators with the black lens and Sakura felt her heart speed up at how hot he was, leaning forward to look at him. "Hey, you don't want to look at me or something?" She smiled jokingly and he snorted, turning around.

"You wanna get a coffee with me?" she said, raising an eyebrow at him, twisting a strand of hair around her finger. "I don't bite."

He crossed his arms and opened his mouth to say something, but Hinata said it for him, smiling at them. "Unfortunately, Sakura-chan, we're going to be here all night."

Sakura blinked, looking to her. "What?"

Hinata bit her lip, looking embarrassed. "My gallery opening is in a few weeks, so I need as many shots as I can get. It's one thing when I'm just goofing around, but I had all the pictures from the sakura blossoms deleted." She sighed, handing a black helmet with silver accents to Sasuke and holding out a shimmery bright red helmet out to Sakura. "So, we need to get ready."

"Right!" Yumi saluted Hinata, who laughed softly. The assistant clapped her manicured hands together, before putting her hips on her tight, super-straight, super-skinny Mossimo medium wash jeans. "No time for dilly dally, people! Let's move, move, move!"

While everyone was scurrying around them, working themselves into a flurry of activity, Sakura pouted playfully at Sasuke. "Ah, what a shame. Maybe some other time?"

He grunted, using his foot to kick up the stand.


She tried, and unfortunately, she failed.

Oh, shame, shame, shame XD

But *ahem* this isn't a SakuSasu for a reason XD

So, I hope you enjoyed!

I'm outtie on my own motorcycle ~CocoaAngel95 :D