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Chapter 5

The next morning Sakura was roused by Fate at, according to the clock on the mantle, 7 AM. As soon as she saw the time, she wrenched her shoulder out of the brunette's hold and buried her face back into the pillow so that only her pink tresses were showing. "Too early."

"Titanic sets sail in 5 hours. Dessy and I have already been up and about sending your trunks and everything ahead in carriages so they'll get to the dock on time. We have a three-hour (1) train ride, with the train departing in an hour. Get. Up," said Fae sternly.

Groaning, but having no choice other than to be compliant the wishes of Fate, Sakura pulled herself out of bed and allowed herself to be lead to a bath that had been prepared. Destiny was already in there, holding a jug of steaming water and yawning at the same time. Managing a smile, Sakura asked the tired woman "Was the date that bad last night?" Dessy moaned and said, "Don't ask."

After her hair had been properly washed and dried, Sakura found herself, once again, facing the wooden pole of her bed as Fate this time laced up her corset. "Is this…" she gasped as the corset was pulled tighter. "Going to become a regular occurrence?" Fate smiled sympathetically as she finished and tied the strings firmly in a knot. "Yes." "Well you're going to be the one who laces up my corset from now on…you do a much better job than Destiny…it's a lot looser." Destiny rolled her eyes as she laid the dress out. "Fine by me. I'd be glad to not subject you to that torture."

After Sakura had been dressed in her boarding outfit-a white and black pinstriped hobble skirt with a matching jacket trimmed on the collar with small bands of white fir, a white blouse underneath the jacket and a wide brimmed hat, with netting that could be pulled down to keep soot from the train off of her face. As Sakura, once again, adjusted to breathing with a corset, Fate and Destiny finished packing her remaining items and, by quarter to 8 o'clock on the morning of April 10th, 1912, Lady Haruno Sakura and her maids, Delilah and Faith were on their way to the train station to head to Southampton.

They were halfway there when Sakura was…again…confronted with her insecurities and the enormity about the whole matter. "Destiny are you sure I can do this? Fate what if you two are wrong?" The two sighed. "Are we going to have to deal with this for the next four days?" inquired Destiny. After Sakura nodded, the two looked at each other and Fate spoke up. "Sakura, we can't be sure of anything when it comes to you anymore. Do we think you can do this? Yes, we do. Do we know if it's actually going to work? No, we don't."

Sakura nodded and turned to look out over the speeding countryside as the train pulled further away from London and closer to the so-called 'Ship of Dreams'. Resting her chin in her palm, she looked out over the randomly set cottages and the moors in between, mindlessly, practicing acting like an early 20th century woman in her head. For example, what she would say when she met her soul mate. 'Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you.' Too…grandma sounding. 'Nice to meet you.' Not demure enough. 'Yo.' They just kept getting worse.

She leaned back in her seat, resting her pink tresses against the bright red velour of the seat, unaware of how badly the two colors were clashing and closed her eyes, falling into a troubled sleep full of confusing dreams that bespoke of the panicked emotions she got every year on the day of the Titanic's sinking. Before they got too bad, however, someone shaking her body roused her from her sleeping state and dragged her from the panic.

Only to set her into a new panic when she saw, outside the window and fast approaching, four tall funnels. Four tall, very familiar, orange and black funnels. Destiny's voice saying, "We're getting into Southampton soon so get ready," indicated exactly what that was.

The Titanic. But not the rusted out ship that was going to be at the bottom of the Atlantic, not the black and white ship that was shown in old pictures but rather a huge, sparkling, brand new ship-the one that everyone had thought was unsinkable.

Sakura felt sick.

She got off the train and, with each step feeling as though someone had molded cement around her shoes, walked towards the boat with Destiny and Fate trailing behind her. Following the dignified train of obviously first class passengers, she walked down the dock and up the gangplank.

She only hesitated once, at the very door of the ship. Looking back at the dry, firm, secure dock behind her, she gave Fate a pleading look but the woman only steadfastly faced forward and handed Sakura's ticket to the blonde officer waiting just inside the door. "Welcome to the Titanic Miss…" the blonde, who bore distinctive birthmarks on his cheeks-ones that looked like whiskers- made a big show of checking her ticket. "Haruno. My name is Uzumaki Naruto and I am the Second Officer on this ship. May I have one of the other officers show you to your room?" He waved a hand at the line of officers behind him. "Certainly," replied Sakura as demurely as she could, considering the officer's theatrics. "Very well then…Sabaku!" A handsome red haired officer stepped forward and nodded sharply at the three women.

Sakura's emerald eyes met his jade ones and she was at once captured by the iciness in his gaze. In various research novels, they had bespoken of this particular officer's violent past and his coldness but nothing had prepared Sakura for actually seeing it. His cold voice said, "Follow me," and Sakura felt compelled to obey, gesturing for the two behind her to follow. So captured was she by his gaze that she didn't see Fate and Destiny exchange a glance of their own.

"It must be so incredible to work on a ship such as this," said Sakura conversationally. "Hn," was the only thing that the red-haired officer said as they made their way down various first class corridors towards her room. "Well I must say, I am excited to be on such a ship." "Here's your room."

Sakura sighed, internally, in an exasperated way. 'This guy is unwilling to string two words together. If he's the guy…how am I supposed to make him open up to me enough to make him fall in love with me?'

After Fourth Officer Sabaku no Gaara had left the stateroom, Sakura was left to talk to Fate and Destiny as she unpacked. "Well…when I first saw him, I was taken in by his eyes…it was like they saw right through me. Is it he?" "We can't tell you that," said Fate patiently.

"However…if you think about it, what we said to you before and your knowledge of the ship and it's officers and famous passengers, I'm sure you can figure it out on your own."

"Destiny, you said a lot to me before. What part do you mean." "Well," Destiny was interrupted when a certain sibling nudged her hard in the ribs. "Aw come on Fae, let me tell her. We told you that you would go back to save your soul mate's life and…." With that she prompted Sakura to think.

And she realized. "Fourth officer Sabaku no Gaara survived the Titanic disaster. He can't possibly be my soul mate, I don't need to save him." Sakura sighed with relief. "Good, he's an ice box, I don't think I'd be able to love him."

"Well, I'm glad you realized that. You need all the time you can get and we wouldn't want you to waste your time with the wrong person," said Fate, relieved. "Why don't you go up and watch the launch? We'll finish up here, we need to talk." Sakura nodded and, setting the hat on her head walked out the door.

"Dessy I'm worried. If he's the other person you've been seeing in your palm ball, he might be too possessive," said Fate in a worried voice. Destiny put down what she had been holding and held her right hand out in front of her face and looked into the little glowing glassy surface. "I don't see his face," said the blonde woman, frustrated. "For some reason, it's not letting me see who it is. But it's not letting me see who her soul mate is either."

Fate laughed. "Oh that's easy. Trust me, Sakura will know who he is the instant she sets eyes on him."

The subject of their conversation was currently moving gracefully through the halls of the ship on her way up to the upper decks to watch the launch of Titanic. As she carefully made her way up top, she saw him.

An officer of the ship, obviously distinguished by his blue suit. He was pale, as if he had spent too much time inside the ship and he had dark eyes, the color of the obsidian necklace that was in her jewelry box back in the stateroom. His uniform hat did nothing to restrain his somewhat messy black hair and chunks showed out from underneath and although this was a rather 21st century thought to think but in her opinion, he appeared to have a wicked cut beneath his uniform.

She saw all this in the brief second before she met his eyes, and her breath froze in her lungs. They both continued to walk but as they did, their faces turned slightly so as to maintain eye contact. If she had thought that Gaara's eyes had seen right through her, this one's eyes saw right to her soul.

And in that very instant she knew, without knowing how, that this person was her soul mate.

And she didn't even know who he was.

A/N-Ha! Even if she doesn't know who he is, I'll bet that all my readers know exactly who this dark eyed, dark haired officer is!

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