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rating: M
story: drabble fifty-four. third person.
FML o54: Today, I spent three and half hours creating a Wikipedia page for myself. Three minutes after publishing, it was deleted due to me being a "non-notable person nobody's ever heard of." FML

note: i decided to do one chapter: sakura's POV. 2nd chapter: sasuke's POV. 3rd chapter: third person. and so on and so forth. REPEAT until we REACH THE ENDDD.

summary: Today, Sakura spent half the day making a Wikipedia article about herself. Not even a minute after being published, it was deleted because she was a "non-notable person nobody's heard of. Ever." Ouch. FML.


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by
SasuSaku Forever and Ever
(aka; ohh, &&xena/-x- XENAPHOBiiA -x-/Xenaphant)

Wiki Says

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Sakura decided that she needed to do something with her life. Something productive. Something admirable. Something that would make her feel accomplished.

And what other place was there that could combine all three things than the Internet? Nowhere else, that's what.

This thing—this special, odd thing known as the Internet—was the gateway to success for some people. And the way to drop down as a nobody for others. Sakura, however, was stuck in the middle. She had a choice whether or not she wanted to go up the stairway to heaven or down on the highway to hell.

She sat down at her computer desk. Made sure she was comfortable sitting cross-legged in her leather seat, pursing her lips and cracking her knuckles to make sure she wouldn't cramp up before typing.

Sakura opened her laptop. Powered it on. Waited for her home screen, a wall paper of Nyan Cat, to appear. She took a deep breath. This was life changing for her!

"Calm down, Sak," she told herself. "You can do it." She felt her fingers begin to shake and feet begin to become clammy. She rubbed her palms together and saw Nyan Cat. Then, going past her nervousness, she took her mouse, opened up her Internet browser, and reached her homepage.

"Okay. First step is accomplished. Here's a pat on the back for you, Sakura," she said, talking to herself. She then hovered her fingers over the keys. Suddenly, one finger dropped. And then another. Soon, she was typing quickly into the address bar to a website she and everyone else knew so well.

"W…w…w…dot," she began, typing as she spoke the letters out loud. "Wikipedia…dot org." She then pressed enter and was greeted by the Wikipedia homepage. A drop of sweat trickled down her brow, but she wiped it away impatiently.

"So close!" she murmured. She was almost there! Then, she used her mouse to log in to her Wikipedia account. She knew the website so well after being a member on it for years, editing the summaries for bad romantic comedies and occasionally rewriting history…

"Create new article," Sakura muttered. "Yup."

The texts and everything was in front of her. Right in front of her. She had the world's power in her hands right now. And she would be so responsible with it.

"Okay. Title page. Haruno Sakura. I'll even add the kanji and katakana to it to make it super official," she said, pulling up her English/Japanese translators so that she could type in the characters.

"And I'll just put up an image…" she uploaded a picture of her that was ironically the same as the one she used as her Facebook profile. "There. Now I'll just type up my biography from the moment of my birth to right now. And then—voila!"

This is serious business, Sakura thought to herself. She uncrossed her legs and took out her reading glasses, putting them on. No more play time.

And so it began.

Her fingers made its way across the keys quicker than lightning. Her bangs fell in front of her face and she didn't push them aside like she usually would have, since all that mattered was typing up anything and everything that she felt was important.

But…

Sakura paused for a second. She'd at least have the pleasure of letting her friends know on Facebook. I mean, they were a big part of her life, so they should obviously know that their friend was going straight up to the top of celebrity level.

She stopped typing for a second to open up a new tab. After logging in, she posted in caps lock on her wall:

GONNA BE FAMOUS WRITING AN ARTICLE ON WIKIPEDIA CHECK IT OUT SOON GUYZ I LOVE YOUUH

After posting it, she tabbed out of Facebook and back into Wikipedia.

Staring at the computer, she put her fingers over the keys again. And typed.

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Sasuke had his laptop on his knees while sitting outside on his deck swing, rocking himself slowly. He was usually on Facebook due to the fact Sakura made him create one, and Naruto made him stay on it. His two best friends were surely the weirdest people he'd ever met, and the fact that he stayed friends with them made it even weirder.

Well, staying friends with Naruto was a little weird. Sakura, on the other hand, was a different story…

So maybe he had a little crush on her. After all, guys who are best friends with girls or vice versa usually end up having crushes on them. And he knew that she liked him in middle school, though he wasn't sure if she still did. Anyway, just being by her side made him feel a little warm. The warmth that he never felt before.

"Sakura's offline?" he mused, smirking. "She's never off on Facebook." He looked at her profile. Her smiling picture gave him little butterflies in his stomach. He always thought that she and Naruto had the best smiles.

Her wall post, written about five or six minutes ago, said:

GONNA BE FAMOUS WRITING AN ARTICLE ON WIKIPEDIA CHECK IT OUT SOON GUYZ I LOVE YOUUH

He chuckled softly to himself. Of course Sakura would do that. It was Sakura, bad grammar and all. And with super high hopes.

Sasuke "liked" her post, writing a teasing comment: "Make sure to visit us when you're in Hollywood."

Then, he signed off, closing the lid of his computer and heading back inside.

(…Because he was a vampire burning in the sun!)

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"All done!" Sakura said proudly. Her fingers started to cramp a little.

About four and a half hours had passed and Sakura had written a huge Wikipedia article. Scrolling down to the bottom would take at least two or three minutes to reach the very last word.

"Now all I have to do is proofread it. And then…I can publish it!" she fist pumped the air. "Yeah, Sakura!"

With quick eyes, she read the whole thing over again, fixing some grammatical errors and correcting miscellaneous words. Then, while saving a copy of it in case her computer crashed, she said, "Now for the ceremonial event."

Click.

"It's posted!" she shrieked in happiness, almost tipping back in her chair. "I did it! I'm on my way to becoming a star!" She paused. "I've got to call Sasuke."

Taking her cell phone out of her pocket, she dialed speed dial 2, which was Sasuke. (Speed dial 3 was Naruto).

"Hello?" Sasuke answered, picking up after the first two rings.

"Sasuke-kun!" she said. He winced at the loud sound of her voice through the earpiece. "What is it, Sakura?"

"I'm gonna be famous!" she said.

"Good for you," he said, smirking. She was such a child sometimes. But that was one of the things he really liked most about her.

"Will you read my article?" she said. "Here, I'll send you the link."

"Sakura—"

Too late. She had already hung up, and he imagined her fast fingers texting the link. Soon, he heard the small beep! that signified the incoming text.

"Oh, Sakura," he said, shaking his head. He opened the browser.

Sorry, this page does not exist.

He raised an eyebrow.

His phone beeped again.

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY ARTICLE
SON OF A BITCH

He couldn't help but chuckle. He knew Sakura was agitated, but seeing her like this was…priceless. But then again, he needed to comfort her, or else…

Sasuke pressed the number two on his phone. No one knew that she was his first speed dial contact, especially since he refused to let anybody touch his phone—not even Sakura when she wanted to try and beat his score on Temple Run.

"Sasuke-kunnnn!" she whined.

Yup.

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"Open the door, Sakura," Sasuke said as he knocked, driving to her house in order to make sure she was alright and not throwing things all over the place. "Come on, Sakura."

He heard footsteps approaching and the door opened just a crack. Her eye peered in from the slit and she opened it wider before throwing her arms around him and burying her face in his chest.

"Sasuke-kun, Sasuke-kun! I need you to soothe me in my time of need!"

"…What time of need?" he said, awkwardly patting her back. She released herself from him, and grabbed his hand. "Come on, sit down. I need to explain this in full detail. Nothing must be left out."

He enjoyed the feeling of his hand in hers as he walked to the living room he knew so well. Making himself comfortable on the couch, Sasuke crossed his legs and folded his arms, leaning back so that he sunk into the leather cushions. He sighed in relaxation.

"Here's a cup of your favorite tea—jasmine, right? I'll set it down right there," she said, placing the steaming hot teacup on the coffee table in front of the couch. He gave her a nod of thanks as she took hers daintily in her hand, sipping softly.

"So what's wrong?" he asked, not sure how he should phrase it.

"Everything!" Sakura said, suddenly changing her behavior. She placed her cup on the coffee table and took his shoulders in her hands, shaking him back and forth. "Everything's gone wrong! I was so close—this close on my way to stardom, but…but…" she said, her bottom lip starting to quiver.

Sasuke tried not to let his lip curl up into a smirk. She was such a drama queen. He knew that she wasn't going to cry. She only cried when she was upset about serious things. But still, seeing her like this made him want to laugh.

"Whoa, start from the beginning. And slow down," he said, prying her hands off his shoulders. She turned to face him, her hands folded on her lap. She took a deep breath and put a stray lock of hair back over her ear.

"Okay, so…"

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"So…you're upset because you spent half a day working on a Wikipedia article that you assumed would make you a celebrity in 24 hours?"

"Yeah."

"Did you at least save a copy of it?"

"Thankfully."

Sasuke shrugged. "Then there's no need to worry about it now, is there? You've got a copy. Why not just post it on your Tumblr or whatever blog you use nowadays?"

"Well, yeah, but even if I did post it on my Blogspot, Livejournal, YouTube, Facebook, Twitter, and Tumblr, it still wouldn't be as good as Wikipedia. Wikipedia is the Internet, Sasuke."

"Well, couldn't you just share it or something?"

She shook her head. "You obviously don't understand the Internet."

"Yeah, because I have a life," he muttered under his breath.

"Excuse me?"

"Hn. Anyway, Sakura, if you want me to read it so bad, pull it up and I'll check it out."

"You would?"

"Sure."

"Yay!" she hopped off the couch and almost spilled the teacups. "Whoops! Come over here—wait, I'll just bring my laptop over," she said, going across the room and then coming back, her computer on her lap. She scooted closer to him so that he could see, making him a little too uncomfortable. Plus, she smelled really, really good.

"It's pretty long," she said. "But I know you're a fast reader."

"Whatever." He took the computer from her and nearly choked on his saliva.

"Seventy-four pages? What the hell, Sakura? You typed this up in a day?"

"I told you it was long!"

"I was thinking it would be, like, eight or something!"

Sakura glared. "You obviously underestimate my power."

Sasuke rolled his eyes, regaining his cool. "Alright. Don't bother me for a little bit. Make sure to wake me up when the next winter comes along," he joked.

She playfully slapped him. "Just read it!"

"Fine." He started from the top.

Haruno Sakura

There was her Japanese name right next to the English letters.

(Born March 28, 1995)…

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"This was painful," Sasuke said, finishing the last sentence of her autobiography. Who knew that there was so much to write about?

"Was it good? This would obviously have made some celebrity material, but nooo. Obviously, Wikipedia thinks it's better than me."

"Well, they do have a billion more dollars than you'll ever make."

"Stop making me feel bad!" Sakura said. "I worked hard on that!"

"It was good," he said, providing a decent amount of feedback he could without lying through his teeth. "You really put a lot of effort into it."

"I did." She sighed. "But it's all for nothing."

He scrolled back up to the top, taking a long time. She crossed her arms.

"Well, it's okay. Now that you've read it and told me what you think, I guess I can accept…" she paused, her eyes widening when Sasuke had gotten to the very top of the page.

"No! Don't read that!" she said, attempting to cover the screen. Sasuke, still having control of the laptop, pried it away from her and moved it to the opposite side of where she was sitting. She leaned over in order to try and get it away from him, and he looked at the screen while trying to avoid her sharp nails in order to see what she was trying to hide from him.

Something odd caught his eye.

In her biography, the side bar where her smiling picture of herself was on top of her information: the name, birthday, hometown, he saw the very last info section.

Spouse: Uchiha Sasuke (1995-current)

He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. How had he missed this before?

Sasuke felt Sakura stop clawing at him. She paused in her seat. Then, awkwardly, she stood up and said, "I'll go refill your tea." Taking the teacups, he stopped her by latching onto her wrist with one hand while carrying her laptop with the other.

"Sit down," he ordered. She bit her lip, and he pulled her back to him, almost sitting on his lap.

He didn't know what he was doing at that moment. His heart began to speed up—just a little bit—and he looked into her flustered face. She was obviously incredibly embarrassed.

"I-I think you should just ignore that," she said. "It was a joke! Really! All in good humor."

Sasuke didn't say anything. He just continued to stare at Sakura before he cupped her cheek with one hand and stroked it gently with his thumb. Her face was so smooth, and the heat radiated under his finger.

Sakura felt her heartbeat speed up. She had always liked Sasuke—in middle school, and even now, though she tried to hide it through their awkward friendship.

He was pressing his forehead against hers. Sasuke could feel her hot breath on his lips and he wanted so badly to close the distance between them.

"My…my laptop," she said, motioning over behind him.

"Forget it for now." His voice was hoarse and husky and it gave Sakura the chills she never felt before. She almost melted into his arms. "Just pay attention to me."

He took her face with both hands and pressed the tip of his nose to hers. Then, he tilted her head up so that her lips touched his so lightly it seemed as if they weren't even kissing at all.

She pulled away. "Sasuke-kun," she said quietly.

"You still like me." It wasn't a question.

"…Yes."

"Thank you," he murmured. He didn't want to tell her how he felt. He assumed she would be able to figure it out sooner or later, if not now. Sasuke didn't know what to do, so he took his hands off her face and held her close to him.

He half-expected her to pull away, but instead, she relaxed into his arms and put her hands on his back, resting her head in his shoulder.

"You're not mad?" she asked softly.

"Why would I be mad?"

"I don't know. Maybe you'd get annoyed," she said sheepishly.

"I'm not."

They held each other for a couple minutes, until Sakura pushed him away softly and said, "My…my laptop. I need to charge it."

"Sure." He handed it back to her and she blushed, still noticing the section on her spouse, before saving it and closing it.

"It was a good piece," he said finally. "Really."

"Thank you."

"You could really be a celebrity one day. I could see it."

"You could?" she asked.

He wasn't even saying it to be nice. She saw that he really meant it. "Yeah. But I don't know if it'll be through writing. Maybe through acting. After all," he said, placing a finger underneath her chin. "You are a good drama queen."

This caused her to crack a smile. She slapped his arm. "Stop it, you!"

"Hn," he said back.

They sat there for a couple seconds.

"I'll go refill your tea. It's getting cold," she said. "And don't try to stop me this time," she half-joked.

"Hn."

She took the cups and went back into the kitchen. Sasuke pressed his fingers against his lips, feeling the little tingle of electricity still linger.

He liked Sakura. A lot. Perhaps someday, he would become her spouse and she would be a big celebrity. Quite possibly not through writing, though.

Maybe someday.

"I'm back," Sakura said, placing a new cup of hot tea in front of him. He then reached over and took her laptop back.

"Give it!" she said.

"One second."

He opened the file and scrolled to the very bottom.

Soon, he typed as the new last sentence.

Soon, probably, they'd be in a big mansion with a million kids and they'd be living the high-life.

Maybe soon, as long as Wikipedia didn't take down another one of her articles.


omg this was super short lol

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