Author's Notes: Hmm… This is the second chapter of my random story. I hope you enjoy its randomness! Watch out for the quote from Jane Eyre! I've been doing way too much work in English class…

Disclaimer: I so totally own Naruto… NOT!

Warnings: Um, let's see… subtle Sakura-bashing, way too many mentions of the color pink, randomness, and that's pretty much it. Very slight Sasu/Naru, more like hinting.

Sakura's Story (Pink):

The alarm clock smelled faintly of pink plastic. Don't ask Sakura why she sniffed her alarm clock. She doesn't know. She's way too intelligent to know anything. Yeah.

It was a beautiful day, with absolutely no clouds. Except for that little pink one left over from sunrise, but it was allowed to be there. It was pink. What a pretty contrast, blue sky with pink cloud! Sakura wished she had blue eyes. Wait, no she didn't. The fox monster had blue eyes-gross! Besides, her own eyes were just fine – emerald-green, shiny, lucid… and they perfectly matched her new terry shirt. (It couldn't be called a shirt by a sane human being. It more closely resembled a little square of vivid green towel.)

Yes, all was good in Sakura-land. After all, today was Make-Sasuke-love-me-by-wearing-slutty-clothing-that-matches-my-overly-colorful-features day! Sakura ate a Mary-Sueish breakfast with zero calories and no nutritional value, and skipped outside.

Sakura's chemically enhanced hair shimmered slightly in the sun. It also left a nearly palpable trail of glittery pink dust in the air, because Sakura thought body glitter went into one's hair. What an amazingly gifted girl she was! Yes, her parents were proud of her, too.

"Now, where is Sasuke-kun?" Sakura wondered out loud. Silence. Then, a choking sound. Another bird perished from her cotton-candy scent. Oh well. Sakura always had problems coexisting with other life forms. They were always so jealous of her silky pink hair it was impossible for her to be friendly…

Where WAS Sasuke-kun?

Naruto's Story (Orange):

Ramen. Today, Iruka bought Naruto ramen. Naruto was so pleased, he forgot all about his horrible morning. Who could blame him? After all, it was the Ichiraku Special, with brown broth smelling slightly of fish, with an abundance of thick, smooth beige noodles lurking just below the surface of the liquid!.. Only when the orange bottom of the ramen bowl was revealed did Iruka start his usual interview.

"So, Naruto! How was your day?" A nervous smile.

"Like usual…" A fake smile.

"So, it was ok, right?" A worried glance. A brief silence. Then…

"Does it make me bad, if I feel I must dislike those who, whatever I do to please them, persist in disliking me? Does it make me a troublemaker or a revel, if I must resist those who punish me unjustly? Does it make me evil if I only love those who show me affection, or at least notice my presence in a nonnegative way?" Naruto could always rant about his feelings, with prompting.

Naruto loved Iruka. He didn't ask embarrassing questions, or try to tell him everything was ok. He just listened patiently as Naruto vented the feelings he kept pent up during the day. And this session of understanding was always held at the ramen bar. Therefore, Naruto connected ramen with love. Giving Naruto ramen was giving him respect, understanding… Affection. And paying for Naruto's ramen was like saying "I love you" to him.

On day while paying Naruto's bill, Sasuke noticed that the bowls at Ichiraku were always orange with blue commas on them.

So, how did you like it? Please review, that's how I know what to change, what to add… And if I should keep writing!