Disclaimer: Baby, I don't need to own Naruto to write fanfiction.
Penname: LiveLoveLaugh
FanFiction Story: Such Sweet Sorrow
Summary: Sequel of Backstabbing Love In the Wheel of Fortune, Sakura tries her luck on men.
AN: Woo! So many reviews! Thank you!
Uh…here is what people want for the pairings:
Sasuke and Sakura
Neji and Sakura
Gaara and Sakura
Itachi and Sakura
Kakashi and Sakura
I haven't got a clue of what I want to choose, so everyone can still pick for it. I'm going to be playing around the field since Sakura would be exposed to all the single men in Konohagakure. A few of these choices would be hard to write, but I got enough ideas and outlines to write up the chapters. Here's an update! Enjoy!
Momentary Displacement: 8:11 pm
"These are three of your new teammates, filed into portfolios with candid shots, training and jutsu status. You'll make a good captain with these men, maybe even going forth of ANBU perhaps?" Tsunade passed the Jounin figure three separate neat and tidy cream-colored folders. He raised a brow, not really expecting the Godaime to clean up so well.
She leaned forward (Much to her large cleavage exposingmaking him cringe) with her hand cupped to the side of her smirking peach lips, whispering giddily, "I see that look in your face, I just got some puny Genins to shipshape up my office! Less work for me!" she giggled like a little girl, a behavior unheard of if one were to be Hokage of the Hidden Leaf.
Hyuuga Neji looked pitifully at her with his blinking silvery-white eyes, before saying his short farewell and walked relieved out of the office. He walked down the narrow tan carpeted hallway, with the folders in his right hand. He was ignoring everyone who passed by him, scurrying to close up the Tower before nine o'clock. He walked to where the elevators where, not even bothering to look where he was going.
It was a good thing he left so fast, just before that Legendary Sucker got him into betting on Gai-sensei and Kakashi-sempai's disturbing Jakkun competition. Like that last time…Neji shudder just thinking about something as foolish as that…
What was the score again…? Oh right, the great 103-104 in Kakashi's favor—oomph!
Something had collided against his calf, would have hurted if were to have run over him! He was about give that son of a bitch a damn good Hyuuga-styled glare until he saw who bumped into him.
And what it was sitting on…
"Terribly sorry, young man." A deep fatherly voice was spoken, pulling his rubber metal wheels out of the genius of geniuses' way.
Neji was stunned for a moment just staring at this handicapped man's state. It was older middle-aged man with a head of short deep cherry tresses that covered over his analyzing teal eyes that stayed on one place to the next. He was seated relaxingly on a wheelchair with cushiony leather seat and brown armrests, clad in a navy long sleeved sweater, black trousers, and brown wicker sandals. In his lap was a giant stack of envelopes waiting to be delivered and a heavy khaki duffel bag.
The old man was lean with well-formed muscles on his arms and chest, like an old shinobi's—no it can't be! He looked no more like a civilian, maybe even retired that way his face was composed with small growing wrinkles and gray streaks that went through his pink hair—
Wait, wait a minute—where did—who did that man reminded him of…? Who ever heard of a man with pink hair…?
The older man coughed into his hand, looking up at the strong Jounin, "Can you press that button for me? I can't reach that far, apparently…" Neji could almost have noted that a spark of envy veiled the tired green eyes for a moment there, when he turned and pushed the plastic circle for down. Was he jealous of his youth or—
"Do you want to go in first?" the handicapped man asked politely, showing him a kind of neighborly kindness. Neji nodded and walked in, holding the elevator door for him. The man pushed his wheels exhaustingly, and roved around pushing a button for the lobby. Exact stop…
When the sliding doors closed, Neji kept to his own business, just staring at himself in the casting reflection of the metal walls. He fingered the papery touch of the folders in his right bandaged hand. Himself was wearing long grayish white robes tied with a long black obi, strapped on with his scroll and weaponry bag that Tenten had given to him for his sweet sixteen (whatever that was), and his feet was fastened with point-black boots. His long silky chocolate brown hair was tied into a low ponytail, except for the few shorter strands that lined his pale composed face with his gleaming polished hitae-ate over his bandaged forehead.
He was closely in mid of thinking about his new temporary Jounin team, since the three others in his old one were either getting married, running about like a mutt with his other mutt, or being a jackass who didn't show up for the final mission. And he's not even going to talk about the other teams he had had. Hopefully, just hopefully his new one would be more…well…he hadn't read the contents of the folders yet…
Neji curiously flipped over the pages of the first folder, seeing that this teammate has a lot of experience with medical jutsus, training, and healing. Perfect chakra control, a very high IQ, superb Genjutsu skill, exceptional Taijutsu and Ninjutsu—he dilly-dallied around the papers, finding a picture of a young (quite attractive) woman with sparking doe green eyes and pink hair—
(Deja-vu!)
The moment he saw the rosy blush of such a coloring, he snapped his attention to the handicapped man sitting quietly and looking up at the numbers of floors they were going at. His surprising action got the man's green eyes to look back at him.
So much for being calm.
"Yes?" The man asked nicely, smiling lightly waiting for the younger man to speak. He was a little uncomfortable when that shinobi kept looking at him weirdly. Just then when the papers were slipping out the folders, he caught the picture of his daughter. He smiled weakly with a sort of sadness and regret in his eyes.
"Yeah, that's my daughter," he replied without Neji even asking, "Is she your new teammate?"
Neji bit back a sick choke, having no idea how someone like him could figure it out.
"Years of experience, young man, years…" the aged male grinned faintly. Neji nodded knowingly.
He checked the status of the young woman, seeing that her name was Haruno Sakura—hold up! Wasn't she the one who-who—dammit work brain work!
Oh right, shit…she was the one who dumped Uchiha's sorry ass…
"You should talk more often, young man," Haruno-san murmured, glancing at him with humorous eyes, "Or else someone might mistake you for a rock…" he chuckled. Neji frowned. He did not like jokes thrown at him, no matter if it's crude or a light one.
"Only when it's necessary, sir," he replied back, his lips thinned. Ding! The elevator doors slid open, Neji walked out first not even acknowledging that man's prescense. No one should piss off a Hyuuga.
But his strong clear voice broke through his brain, making him stop walking.
"Talking isn't just used for necessary times, young man," Haruno-san grinned, smoothing his hand over his duffel bag, "It's defined as an art, you can say…you can tell a lot about a person by the way they talk…or don't talk, I guess…" he laughed softly to himself. Neji gritted his teeth in annoyance.
"You're young enough, boy, I'm sure there are clubs are open for the nights such as this," Saburo looked up into the dark sky, filled with stars and a crescent moon, "The famous hip Baka-Haka is open, if you want to, my daughter is there. You can meet her since she is your new teammate—might as well get use to her prescense," the handicapped figure glanced at him for the last time that night, "I'll see you around, I suppose…"
He wheeled away back to his house, leaving Neji in thinking form.
And who knew when someone was testing out the art of talking theory at the other side of town?
"So when can I come over tomorrow night…?" the young man smiled seductively, leaning against the bar counter and lightly caressed the brunette's wrist, feeling her pulse. Tenten chuckled, covering her grinning glossy lips with her slender hand.
"Just pick me at twenty hundred hours," she whispered, talking in military code.
The man nodded, not really understanding.
"Eight o'clock," Tenten murmured, hinting on the dumbfounded boy, "You know…? Subtract twelve from twenty hundred hours…?" She sighed when he still didn't get it. Of course, not a lot of normal people did.
Not a lot of idiots, that is…
"You know what? I'll see you around…" In thunder speed, she snatched the folded piece of paper written with her address and home number from the boy's pocket before he noticed. She gets very impatient waiting around for him to get it. "Bye!" The guy blinked confusingly, and watched her literally run away.
She had to wonder why she had to run out of there like the devil was at her heels. What was wrong with him? The man was gorgeous and tall, maybe around her age or older, a good dresser with good dark hair, dreamy eyes, charming smile, and a fine ass that won't quit!
Oh right, maybe it was the fact that that idiot is dumber than a doorknob, and that it took him about five very long minutes to count his change to leave the three-dollar tip for the bartender. Damn, she hated it when she loses yet another handsome guy for his little brain. Tenten cursed under her breath, lightly scratching a freckle on her forearm wondering if stupidity was an infectious disease.
There has to be other guys!
"Hey Tenten!" She twisted around, letting her long brown hair flying with her face hoping it would be a movie star or something extravagant like that. Her face faltered and she able to go all anime fall when it was only Rock Lee who touched her shoulder.
Never mind…
She smiled weakly when Lee handed her an olive martini (Even though she asked for an onion), and flashed a sparkly ping of his impossibly white teeth, much to her dislike.
She placed her alcoholic drink on the tiled surface next to a batch of exotic bamboo, smiling to other passing men who cast her looks and grinned back. Too bad about five of them walked away when they spotted the Great Azure Beast of Konoha himself standing close to Tenten. She noticed this and freaked out, just like the time when one of her throwing kunais rusted at the tip (The good part where it goes through someone's internal organs!).
"Ek! Lee not too close!" Tenten pushed him on the shoulders hastily, making him fall on his bum with a cry causing people to look at them. Lee raised a thick black brow at her strange behavior.
"Eh?"
"Sorry…" Tenten murmured, frustratingly dusting off the front of his green shirt and off the shoulders. She gave him a glare that made him step back frightfully, hurriedly whispering, "You have got to stop standing like that!"
"What's wrong with the way I stand…?" Lee asked questionably.
"You're leaning onto me!"
"I'm leaning onto you…?" He didn't really get it.
Tenten slapped her forehead with her hand, "You stand too close to me—it's giving everyone bad ideas!"
"Yeah because everyone judges the way we stand…" Lee rolled his round cartoon eyes, replying back. Tenten's stare tensed.
"Not funny!" she cried, wiping her sweating hands on her sexy turquoise dress and nervously running her hand over her brown hair, "It's because—" Tenten lowered her voice, "—I'm trying to hook up with guys, okay…?"
"But you're already hanging out with me!" Lee flashed a contagious grin and two thumbs up that made her sweat-drop.
"Hooking up and hanging out are two different things…" she whispered, toughly emphasizing the italic words.
Lee laughed at her twitching eyebrow and flaring nostrils, definitely would have of made her look like a mouse if she would have had the twin buns. Tenten growled, snatching his sake out of his hand and drained it in one swift movement. Rock Lee looked worrying at her, "Maybe you should stop drinking so much…"
Seeing the concerned look in his buggy eyes made her face falter and nod, handing him back the small porcelain cup.
Even if you are worried about me, you still don't really know me…
To Be Continued
I'm a non-cannon, I like any pairing…well, I'm a little uncomfortable with incest, to be frank. But unfortunately I am now brain dead on the imagery of the pairings, main or temporary. It doesn't have to be with Sakura. Anyone can tell me what they want, anything, so I can get back to track. Thank you!
A good moment between Saburo-san and Neji and a funny one with Tenten and Lee! There's a continuing chapter after this, check it out!