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Chapter 6

The blaring of the ships funnel obliterated all possible conversation-not that Sakura would be talking to anyone. She was much more interested in the launch of the ship. She stood at the front of the railing, resting a gloved hand lightly on the polished wooden railing. As the seconds ticked closer to the launch her thoughts were torn. The officer that had shown her to her stateroom earlier was now standing at the railing…what was his name, Gaara?

The lesser half of her thoughts were on the intense black orbs she had just seen. Even thinking about they way they had looked at her…took her breath away.

The better half of her thoughts were, however, concentrated on an event that hadn't happened yet, one that was in the near future.

Hundred of people stood on the dock, bidding goodbye and bon voyage and waving at anyone who would wave back. Beneath the soles of her shoes and the wood of the deck, Sakura felt the engines rumble to life. On the dock, workers were taking the thick ropes off of their moorings and throwing them up against the ship's side. Slowly, but smoothly she pulled away from the dock…

Creating unimaginable suction. The ship was halfway down the canal when it happened. Sounds like gunshots piercing the air. Sakura, like everyone, turned looked up towards the sound, except she knew to look towards the ship New York. The ship that had, due to the suction that the larger Titanic had created, had snapped free of it's moorings and was currently drifting right for the bow of the Titanic on a collision course.

Sakura gasped loudly, mimicking the other women who stood by her and causing the red haired officer to look at her, jade eyes still expressionless. Chaos erupted around her as crewmen raced around trying to avert disaster. Her eyes were only focused on the prow coming closer and closer…

Seeing the New York coming caused her hands to tighten on the railing. Even though she knew that disaster would be averted, she did what several other women were doing, something that was almost expected from women of this time period, and she didn't even have to act…

She promptly swooned. Before she passed out completely, she felt herself being caught by someone.

She was lying on something; something hard and a scratchy blanket covered her. Someone was chafing her hand and saying her name worriedly…Fate. "Miss Haruno!" she said worriedly. "Fa…ith."

"Miss Haruno. Are you okay?" said a cool, bordering on icy voice. Sakura looked over to her other side and saw Gaara looking at her with his intense jade eyes.

"Yes, Officer Sabaku, I'm fine." Sakura attempted to sit up and was forced to lie back down when the feeling of lightheadedness overtook her.

"Good. I'll escort you back to your room." He gestured with a hand and immediately; a steward stepped forward and leaned over, offering Fate his elbow, which the brunette took. Gaara offered his own elbow to Sakura who took it graciously and stood with his help.

"That was quite a traumatic experience. I thought, for a brief instant that the New York would actually collide with this ship." Gaara slid his jade eyes over to the pink haired girl on his arm. "Even if it had, this ship is unsinkable." This statement caused Sakura to stumble. Gaara merely waited for her to maintain her balance before continuing on.

After that little dialogue there was an awkward silence as they continued to the room. Finally, in Sakura's opinion at least, it was ended when they saw her door in front of them.

"Thank you for accompanying me back to my room Officer Sabaku." "Miss. Haruno, there is a dinner for the officers and their invited guests tonight. Do me the honor of accompanying me, if you would." It wasn't phrased as a question and Sakura didn't miss this. However, it would be rude to refuse so she was forced to say "Yes, of course, as thanks for earlier." "Please arrive at the dining saloon at approximately 7 pm tonight." Sakura nodded, some of her light pink hair falling from it's secure place under her hat and curling around her face.

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As soon as she was safely inside her stateroom, he tore off his White Star Line hat and raked his fingers through his short reddish hair. He did not know what compelled him to ask her to the officer's dinner. He was expecting to just go alone as he always did and watch the rest of the officer's dance the night away.

And then he had bothered to catch that girl when she passed out. While he had been the only male around to catch her, he always (in the past) had tried to avoid touching other people, as a general rule. But when he had held her, it had almost felt…so right.

And that was what confused him so.

He jammed his hat back on his head and turned his steps towards the bridge to start his shift.

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As soon as she was safely inside and she had peeped out to make sure he was gone, she sagged to the ground and moaned. "Okay. I cannot deal with having an admirer right now. I'm too busy trying to find my soul mate…" Destiny was doubled over laughing and even the serious Fate looked like she was starting to laugh. "I certainly hope he doesn't start to make a move on you," said Dessy between giggles.

"…except I think I already have…" she said quietly. This caused the sisters to stop and stare at her. "Seriously?" said Destiny in awe. "That took less time than I expected."

"What did he look like?" quizzed Fate. "Well, he had dark black hair, from what I could see as it, and black eyes. It was almost as if they could see my soul."

The sisters smiled. "You found your soul mate," they said in unison. "Now let's pick something out for you for tonight, just in case you should see him there," said Dessy with a wink.

That night's gown was a beautiful blue silk number that dragged on the floor and square neckline. It was trimmed with beige Irish lace at the collar and had short sleeves with no gloves. Destiny did her fingernails up nice, washing and trimming them. Fate piled her hair on top of her head with diamond-studded pins sticking out in an elegant manner. Finally it was time and her 'maids' bade her good luck.

As she stepped forward in heels that matched her dress color, Sakura inhaled gently. "This is it," she murmured quietly to herself. She was going to see him again…and she hoped meeting again would garner the same earth shaking reaction she had gotten last time.

Each step took her closer until finally she arrived at the first-class dining saloon. Along the way she had bumped into some people whom she had spoken with earlier and had made the acquaintance of. People who had died long ago in her time. John Jacob Astor and his pregnant wife Madeline, the Strauss's- their story made her cry every single time she heard it.

The door she hadn't even realized she had reached was suddenly swung open for her. "Good evening miss," said the doorman formally. Sakura smiled a thank you at him and walked into the saloon…

And the first person she saw was him!

Not Gaara, but the mysterious dark haired officer. A shiver ran up her spine…he started to walk towards her…and Gaara stood in front of her. "Miss. Haruno," he acknowledged. "Good evening Officer Sabaku," she said formally. He offered her his elbow, which she took and they walked into the room together.

The fact that she was obviously with another officer didn't seem to deter the pale one- he had continued to walk towards them, and before long stood right in front of them, staring pointedly at Gaara as if waiting for an introduction.

"Miss. Haruno, this is First Officer Uchiha Sasuke. Uchiha, this is Miss Haruno Sakura."

"Good evening Miss Haruno." His voice was as smooth as glass, and deep.

As she made eye contact with him for the third time, another tremor ran through her body. She reached out a hand; he took it and as was the social custom in the kissed the back of her gloved hand.

An electrical current ran up her arm and through her body, as Uchiha Sasuke looked her in the eyes with his cool obsidian orbs.

Her heart beat in her throat. "It's a pleasure to meet you Officer Uchiha," she said demurely.

Two narrowed jade eyes observed this exchange with some resentment shining within.

A/N- Do I sense some resentment or jealously on the part of Gaara? OF COURSE I DO! (evil laugh) REVIEW!