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Love Story

Chapter 3 – First Kiss

"No that doesn't go there!" Sakura cried in frustration to the brunette servant. The planning for her eighteenth birthday had begun and only the decoration was left, but it seemed that no-one was willing to cooperate with the demanding pinkette. They had good reason not to – the girl was as fickle as anything. She'd change her mind every few moments and everything would have to re-done as a result. The process was becoming tiring for many.

"Yes Sakura-sama," the girl hissed and yet again picked the object from the ground, groaning at the sheer weight of the item. She grunted and limped to where the pinkette pointed and swiftly, yet gently, laid the object to rest on the marbled floor. If the expensive item broke it would mean trouble for herself so a little pain was worth bearing.

Sakura sighed and frowned, tilting her head sideways, before nodding gleefully, "There that looks much better," she said and then raised a hand. She waved off the brunette servant without a word and instantaneously pulled her phone from her pocket. It was the LG Chatterbox and she slid open the keyboard before typing:

Hey Hinata-chan :)

Do you have Naruto's number for me? I need to arrange a date for when he can teach me to ride!

Please and thank you!

Sakura

She smiled as she sent the message, slid the phone closed and pushed it back into her pocket. She was going to invite Naruto to her birthday and she'd beg him to come. She'd drag him to the party if the need arose. He had no choice – he was going to be there on Friday.

He'd be-able to meet her friends and enjoy her world full of money, clothing, jewelry, cars, friends and parties. She'd experienced his world of dust, dirt, sweat, roaring engines and motorcycles. She deemed it a fair trade. And it would help him cope once he married Hinata.

He'd also meet Sasuke on Friday. This thought both excited and disappointed her. She wanted them to get along and be friends but as soon as Sasuke knew about him there would be no chance of…

She shook her head wildly, halting the impossible thought. It was absolutely scandalous. Such a thing would never happen. Never. She wouldn't allow it.

She would never cheat on Sasuke.

Not with her best friend's fiancé.

She laughed at herself for even imagining such a monstrous idea. It was insanely impossible. Something that wasn't even dream-able let alone non-fictional. She then scolded herself for imagining it, why did it even occur to her?

Yet, for a brief moment, she allowed the thought to develop. Having Naruto as a lover was a far-off fantasy that wouldn't become a reality but for this insane moment she'd fantasize about it.

The thought of the blonde biker's fingers touching her silken skin was near-euphoria. The thought of feeling his unclothed chest was unimaginable and blissful. Having him whisper sweet-nothings, audible to only herself, was ecstasy. Then having him in…

It was going too far. That was where the fantasy ended, never to be brought up again. She was a respectable teenager with morals and that was against her values. She wouldn't think of the drop-out in such a way again. Well not consciously anyway. If she happened to dream about the experience she wouldn't stop herself.

The beep of her Chatterbox interrupted all thoughts and she ripped the phone from her pocket, slid it open and read the message.

Hi Sakura-san

This is Naruto-kun's number:

072 6166 308

I don't know if he has his cellphone with him but you should be-able to leave a message if you can't reach him.

How is the party planning going? Need any help?

Hinata

Sakura grinned and saved the number. She then opened a new message, ignoring Hinata's, and typed a message to Naruto – asking a time, date and venue for their lessons. She the signed it love Sakura at the bottom and sent it. Her grin widened when her phone informed her that the message had been successfully delivered.

Now she merely had to wait for his reply.

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"Hey Naruto," Ino Yamanaka called while clasping his beeping phone tightly. "You have a message on your phone!" she groaned when there was no response. She then sighed in mild frustration – the boy was probably somewhere with his bike. He was always with his bike and he often forgot the portable machine at the club.

Without a second thought, Ino brought the device to her face and flipped it open. She frowned at the unknown number but opened the message anyway. Her frown deepened at the contents:

Hey Naruto

We still need to set a time, date and place for my 'lessons' :)

Just tell me when and I'll be ready and waiting for you!

Love

Sakura

Who was this 'Sakura'? And what 'lessons' was she speaking of? Naruto taught nothing to no-one. And this 'love Sakura' at the end of the text? Was something happening between this 'Sakura' and Naruto?

She swiftly flipped the phone closed and decided to confront Naruto. It would come out sooner or later anyway. And sooner was merely better.

It was strange, Naruto was never one to speak to girls – let alone give his number to them. So who was this mysterious Sakura? What was their relationship?

Ino pondered the thought. Maybe it was better to give Naruto privacy. This wasn't intended for her eyes so she shouldn't meddle. Yet his actions could affect the club – the club Shikamaru had strived hard to obtain – and she couldn't ignore the effect it could potentially have.

She should go to Shikamaru first? The pineapple haired teen might be convoy to more information. But, he could be as clueless as she was.

It was best to corner Naruto.

She nodded at the decision. Now she simply had to locate the blonde.

She groaned – it was going to take some time.

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It was exhilarating.

The wind, the adrenaline and the freedom

And it all came with riding a motorcycle – especially one named the Suzuki Hayabusa.

He was testing the machine Hiashi was offering to buy in order to seal the arranged marriage between Hinata and himself. The customized bike was fantastic. It accelerated without a hitch, turned on a tickey and purred like a satisfied cat. The road beneath was smooth and almost silken due to the bike. It was heavenly riding such a masterpiece.

And the speed was unrestricted

He pushed the pedal and the bike thrust forward enthusiastically. Naruto hummed happily and threw his head back eagerly, the wind swaying his un-helmeted sun-kissed locks. This was life and how you lived it.

He didn't want to stop. He wished the road would eternally continue onward. He wished the bike wouldn't run out of petrol. He wished he didn't need food and water to survive. He wanted to survive on this bike. He wanted to live on this bike. He needed no-one and no-one needed him.

Yet the smile of a certain pinkette entered his mind, intoxicating his bubble.

Then emerald green eyes followed along with baby pink tendrils of hair. Next was her creamy, silken skin and finally her petite frame. She was grinning, nearly smirking, as he imagined her. She was fully clothed in clothes that seemed a lot similar to his own. He frowned, why was Sakura in his clothes?

He shook his head and concentrated on the road yet it was futile. The pinkette was evacuating his mind any time soon. He sighed in mild frustration. He almost enjoyed thinking of the emerald eyed beauty. Wait, emerald eyed beauty? Since when was he poetic?

He cleared his thoughts and returned them to the pinkette. Now she was innocently sitting upon his bike, her finger in her mouth and staring sweetly into his own eyes. The rosette locks that were usually tied now hung loose around her delicate face. Her pose was rather… suggestive… and Naruto gulped and his breath hitched.

She wore his leather jacket and it was zipped up quite high yet it revealed some cleavage and as far as he could imagine she was wearing some form of tight shorts that bared 75% of her creamy legs. It was the first thought of this nature he'd ever had. It was a new experience and it caused new emotions to rocket throughout his body.

Naruto tried to focus on the tarred road – accidents could happen easily in his state of mind. He needed to return to the club to calm down and rethink the situation. He needed to clear these feelings he felt. He didn't need them and he certainly didn't want them.

With a new resolve he fought back the Sakura-images and intensely concentrated on the path to the club.

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Sakura scoffed in mild disgust at the slightly worn-down building before her – the Konoha Motor Club. It was different to what she imagined and certainly dustier than previously thought.

She'd ruin her Lois Vuton shoes in this dirt.

Yet she courageously strode forward, head high and face passive. Naruto hadn't answered the message. So she'd decided to deliver it personally. Now, she only hoped the blonde was at the club.

She walked across a grassy lawn and saw numerous unfinished bikes and their parts lying around a nearby warehouse-looking building. Tools and toolboxes were scattered throughout the warehouse floor. She frowned, how did they live in such chaos?

She shook her head and keep forward, staring intently at a whitewashed structure a few meters ahead. It was probably the main clubhouse. Well she hoped so. It looked better than all the other buildings in the vicinity and she felt relief.

Sakura reached the wooden door and knocked timidly. When no answer came she grasped the brass doorknob and turned it hesitantly. The door creaked in response and opened. Cool air hit the pinkette and she blinked in surprise. She entered the room and shut the door.

Pictures of all shapes and sizes littered the walls and most were of Naruto with some prize or other. In one end a group of couches were organized with a deep brown table in the center. Piles of paper sat atop the table.

On the other end was a mini-bar complete with a fridge. More pictures were positioned on the counter-top but these held interest. They were of the entire club and random things they did. She frowned at the foreign poses they pulled but smiled whenever Naruto appeared. He looked good in any pose.

The pinkette turned to leave but froze when voices reached her. What if this was only for members? The voices grew and soon the door screeched as it was forced open. A white-blonde woman with baby-blue eyes entered. She was smiling widely at her companion – a pineapple haired teen with dark eyes.

They were idly chatting until they noted her presence and the blonde immediately glared while stiffening her posture, "Who are you?"

Sakura frowned, "Sakura Haruno," she paused as the blonde observed her, "I'm looking for Naruto Namikaze." She saw the blonde look uncertain before she folded her arms across her chest.

"Well he isn't here at the moment," Ino curtly replied. So this was Sakura, the girl that sent the message earlier. She was pretty and Ino could detect the stench of money that smoked off the pinkette. Her haughty attitude was also detectable from her years of experience.

Shikamaru sighed and gently clasped Ino's arm, "He should be back any moment now. Would you mind waiting?" he politely questioned and motioned to the couches in the far left. Sakura nodded and followed the brunette to the couches – not without sending the rude blonde a glare.

The glare was returned with the same intensity

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Naruto skillfully parked the Hayabusa in the club's garage and briefly admired the machine. It was beautifully designed and crafted – only a genius would have made this hunk of metal.

He then lazily walked to the clubhouse – fully intending to grab a drink when voices entered his head. One of them sounded like Sakura.

He shook his head. Sakura would never be at the club. She wouldn't even know how to get here. So he dismissed the thought and blamed temporary insanity. It was probably Ino and some person debating.

So he entered the whitewashed building and was pleasantly shocked to see Sakura verbally fighting with Ino. Their glares were like death, they were so intense. He froze and shivered from the insults being carelessly thrown. What had they done to fight each other so?

"Ahem," he cleared his thought, gaining their attention. Sakura's eyes lit up and her posture changed as she hurriedly embraced him. He blushed before returning the gesture – fighting the image from earlier to keep out his thoughts. Sakura gripped him tighter and he complied. Holding her was bliss.

He shook his head. Holding her was not bliss. Absolutely not

He released her and smiled softly, "What are you doing here Sakura-chan?" he questioned while adding the 'chan' to the end of her name. It was automatic – he didn't even think of it before it escaped his lips.

Sakura smiled in return, "You didn't reply to my message so I decided I'd come and we'd sort out dates when you could teach me to ride your motorcycle!"

Realization hit him like a brick and he grinned nervously. He'd forgotten the lessons. He'd also forgotten his phone at the clubhouse. "Um well I'm free now so I can teach you now," he mumbled.

Sakura grinned widely and nodded, "Thanks!"

It was then that Ino spoke, "Naruto, you're honestly going to teach her to ride your motorcycle?" she sarcastically queried while her expression changed from anger to disbelief. Naruto never offered to teach anyone.

He nodded, "She's Hinata's best friend and she asked so nicely so I thought I'd give her a shot." Sakura stuck out her pale pink tongue out at Ino before smirking.

Ino narrowed her eyes, "Fine, go and teach the skank," she muttered before storming out the room. Shikamaru sent an apologetic glance before following the blonde – hoping he'd be-able to ease her temper.

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"So what did you do to make Ino so mad?" Naruto asked through the nearly soundless engine noise. Sakura sat behind him, her arms tightly hugging him from behind. Her hair billowed out behind her while she snuggled into his back comfortably.

"I honestly don't know," Sakura replied. "I remember I was waiting for you but you weren't there so I walked into the clubhouse. No-one was there so I waited but then Ino and that other guy walked in and she immediately started hating on me!" she whined. "I obviously wasn't going to just take her insults either."

Naruto nodded, "Well at least you two didn't start physically fighting. That would have been a problem," he added and pushed the pedal slightly. It was dark soon – he wanted to reach their destination before then. He wanted to reach it at sunset where everything would be crazy beautiful.

Though, not as crazy beautiful as Sakura

Ack, he mentally punched himself. He had to stop such thoughts. He didn't want to feel and think that remember?

"Where are we going Naruto?" Sakura called as she scooted closer to him. "Aren't you supposed to be teaching me to ride?"

"No, not today. We're just going someplace special," he playfully responded and refused to divulge any other details. Sakura pouted yet it wouldn't work as Naruto kept quiet.

The rest of the drive was in peaceful silence, just the smooth engine purring softly as they drove forward. They would be there in a matter of minutes.

A small forest was approaching and Naruto instantly slowed the Hayabusa. He stopped the bike mere inches from the forest's entrance. He then waited for Sakura to dismount for leaping off the bike.

Then he softly gripped her hand and led her into the forest, making no sound throughout his actions. Sakura eagerly followed.

The dusk created a brilliant light that shone through the gaps between the leaves of the evergreen leaves, creating patches of streaming sun rays. It was almost magical – like a fairytale forest.

The leaves crushed underfoot as they walked and the delicate songs of various birds filled the blissful nature. Here and there a bug would buzz by before disappearing. Colourful flowers dotted the bushes and butterflies sat on them, flapping their decorated wings as they sucked the sweet nectar from the bright, eye-catching flowers.

It was a gorgeous sight – yet not the sight he wanted to show Sakura.

Up ahead the trees thinned to reveal an opening and Naruto gently pulled Sakura through before stopping and grinning.

All of Konoha lay before them, bathed in vivid orange, yellow and red hues.

Sakura's eyes widened and her breath hitched within her throat. Not once had she seem Konoha in this form. It was breathtakingly spectacular. It was an unforgettable moment to see the town in such a serene setting. It was a picture-perfect moment – sadly she had no camera.

"Naruto," she whispered and gazed tenderly at the blonde, finding that he had been observing her reaction, "This is breathtakingly beautiful. It's the most beautiful thing."

The blonde shook his head and broke their gaze. He fondly smiled at the town before sighing softly, "No it isn't the most beautiful thing." The pinkette looked like an Angel with the light illuminating her silken complexion.

He liked Sakura, as in like liked Sakura. His first crush

An unknown emotion swelled in his chest as he stared. Then he realized something. The emotions he'd felt lately, the thoughts he'd been thinking, the same ones that he tried to resist, they all made sense now. He wanted to show Sakura these wondrous feelings he felt at this moment – he wanted to share them.

Sakura frowned at his response but blushed as soon as his rough fingers timidly gripped her chin and pulled her face up to meet his gaze. Her breathing rapidly increased and she was positive he could hear her heart's swift beating. There was no hiding the blush on her face either.

"You are," he whispered, finishing his sentence, before he closed the gap between them and claimed her plump, luscious lips.

Shock wasn't the right word to explain Sakura's emotions at his bold action. Expected wasn't it either. Disappointment wasn't right. Maybe, bliss was closer. Okay, she was slightly shocked at first.

This kiss was different – it was so warm and soft. Sparks of electricity zipped through her veins and she closed her eyes in ecstasy. She hesitantly returned the kiss but she made no attempt to deepen it and nor did Naruto. To kiss like this, soft and sweet, was more than enough. It was so natural, so special that they didn't want to part from the gesture.

Sakura slowly blinked open her emerald eyes and met Naruto's sapphire ones. They were gentle and kind, unlike previous times where they held no emotion. It was nice to see him show her emotions through his eyes.

Hesitantly Naruto moved his hand and used it to cup her cheek and tenderly stroke her creamy skin with his thumb. She shivered in delight and wished for more – it was glorious to have him touch her.

This was like her first kiss all over again.

But this one was indescribably unforgettable.

And? What did you think? Too fast? I personally ADORED this chapter because well I loved writing it for some strange reason! Well obviously because of the NaruSaku bit and so on also from here on the story can get interesting! Whoo!

IMPORTANT!

Q: Is it moving too fast? Remember, this is supposed to be a Romeo and Juliet type thing... And they won't immediately get together after this!

Thanks for reading!

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