According to an outlandish urban legend, once you touch an object owned by your soulmate you will get a mark on your body. Only the old money families of Konoha knew about this stupid legend. Sakura had heard her great aunt tell her the stories. When she asked her own mother, she admitted she had no mark on her body. Her mother had said it was a silly tale.
Sakura was running late, her car had taken forever to start and she had left her writing utensils in her passenger seat. Having run halfway across campus she makes it to her class with 30 seconds to spare. Upon arrival she realized she had nothing to write with. Searching frantically on the tables and under the chairs in her vicinity in the lecture hall she found a fountain pen. A bit extravagant for taking lecture notes, she thinks. She proceeds to uncap it and begin writing.
Feeling a twinge of pain on her upper back shoulder she rolls her shoulder thinking it to be a muscle spasm. The pain subsides shortly after. The pink haired goes about the rest of her class opting to keep the ornate fountain pen.
Sakura had agreed to go to the campus gym with her friend Ino that evening. Throwing on her workout clothes at her apartment she rushes over. They hit the treadmills and spot each other for weights.
"Forehead- you didn't tell me you got a tattoo!" Ino spouts loudly as they are stretching on the communal mat post workout.
"Huh? I don't have any tattoos, Pig! Your eyes are going bad."
"Ha-ha, then explain that." Ino says snidely and points to her upper shoulder. Sakura can't see it when she tries to look. She stands and walks over to the mirrors, and turns around to look. The mark was something of a mix between a tattoo and a birthmark. Her eyes widen and she stares at her freckled shoulder for what felt like hours.
The mark was a familiar fan shape that Sakura was not able to place where she had seen before.
In a rush she gives Ino a lame excuse to leave and go back to her apartment to examine the mark on her body in private. On the drive home from the gym, her anxiety gives her the shakes.
Was the legend true?
She is stopped at a red light in a busy intersection and looks around at the various buildings and high rises. The light turns as she spots the logo. One of the biggest and most competitive law firms in the city with a fan logo after their name Uchiha Law.
The car behind her beeps, jolting her to move from her stupor. Sakura makes a sudden turn to get a closer look at the building. She knows of the lawyers at Uchiha law from back when her fathers bakery had been bought out by a competitor, the Uchiha firm had mediated. Her father lost his life's work and passion for a check, she thinks. Recalling how the light in her fathers eyes had since left, leaving behind the shell of the once happy man she knew.
The pink haired enters the building after parallel parking in an open spot out front. People are leaving in hoards going home from their work day. Why was she here? Why did she come in? This was stupid- a waste of time.
Her shoulder twinges in the spot where the new mark was. She grasps at it and falls to her knees onto the tiled entryway.
What the hell?
Her shoulder twinges again.
A dark haired man, around her age from what she can tell walks over to her. People walking all around her exiting through the grandiose glass door entrance.
This man offers her a hand. Before the world goes dark around her she speaks out.
"You…"
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Sakura smells the disinfectant before and knows exactly where she is. Sitting up she looks around the shared emergency room floor, hearing a variety of patients and finally landing upon the same dark haired man from earlier. He sits in a chair adjacent to her bed, her purse on the ground by his feet.
The man looks at her with a neutral expression.
"Did you cause this?" He rolls up his dress shirt and shows Sakura his inner left forearm, a Sakura blossom symbol in the direct center. She gasps and shifts slightly to show him her shoulder, lowering the sweatshirt she had thrown on after the gym. His eyes widen as he stares at the fan on her back.
"I thought my mother was loony when she told me that legend." He states.
"My purse, can you hand it to me?" He reaches down and hands her the purse. She pulls out the fountain pen and hands it to him.
"Is this yours?"
The dark haired man takes the pen from her and examines it and nods.
"What now?"
"For starters you could…tell me your name?" The pink haired suggests.
"Sasuke Uchiha, you?"
"Sakura Haruno." The Uchiha lets out a weird chuckle and looks down at his forearm.
"Fitting."