Passport

"Damnit, where did I stuff it?" She asks herself out loud at the busy terminal. It was becoming more and more packed with people by the second it felt like. She was waiting to board her flight to Japan from America to start her new job abroad.

The man behind her walks around her, pushing her slightly, to board the flight she is desperately trying to get onto. She glares green daggers at the back of his jet black hair. "Jerk." She mutters under her breath as he turns around to glance at her. He glares back at her. She finally pulls her passport out of the black hole that is her bag.

Sakura finally boards the near full flight. She scours the planes seating and notices only a couple open seats. One by what looks like a mother and young child or in between, of course– the rude man with dark pools of ebony for eyes. He sits in the aisle seat with the middle seat empty. And an old man asleep leaning against the window seat.

She stuffs her bag in the overhead bin. Chastising herself for her lack of preparation to make sure all her documentation was in a convenient spot so she didn't get last picks at seating. She then notices him glancing at her exposed midriff from lifting her bag. Once he catches her looking at him, he quickly looks away. "Seat taken?" She gestures to the seat next to him. He shakes his head and scoots his legs in to make room for her to pass. She plops down and waits for take off.

Two hours into the near 12 hour flight the old man at the window seat starts snoring. Like a whole body experience snore. She glanced at the dark haired man next to her, adn he is already staring at the old man in disbelief. She musters up the courage and lightly taps the mans shoulder.

Nothing.

A little rougher this time, with a "sir" attached.

Nothing.

She glanced back at the dark haired man and saw him smirking. She bites her lip and starts to giggle. The dark haired man, who she now noticed is about her age starts to chortle. They both break into a laugh at the absurdity of the old man.

They straighten up as a flight attendant comes by after a noise complaint from a passenger. The flight attendant wakes him, finally. He wakes briefly after the flight attendant wakes him and tells him to quiet down.

Then proceeds to fall back asleep.

She glanced back at the man now on his laptop. "It was nice while it lasted." He whispers to her still typing away. "I think the plane engine was quieter than that." She replies and she smirks.

She notices it is nighttime after looking out another rows window. She reaches her hand out, "I'm Sakura, you?" He shakes her hand. "So formal. But Sasuke." She rolls her eyes at the comment.