I hate being the second pick.

I hate living in a shadow.

I hate living a lie.

I hate being so alone.

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Intertwined
Chance
Disclaimer:Don't own Naruto. Random drabble.

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"See, Sasuke? You must act like your brother does; you must finish what your brother started."

I'm not a puppet.

"You must accomplish what he could not."

I'm not the same.

"You must surpass Itachi. That is when you will be my true son; this is your test."

I'm not Itachi.

So, like all cowards, I ran.

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"Watch where you're going!"

I found myself looking into these shining emerald orbs, a mess of pink scattered about me. I was in a faraway land, months away from my old home. Here, I knew for sure nobody would be able to recognize me as the Prince Sasuke of the ever-powerful Fire Kingdom. Here, I was free.

In fact, I was so caught up in my freedom that I failed to realize that I was walking straight into someone – a girl, no less. So we were both in a compromising position at the moment, but after I was sure she wasn't like any other girl in my kingdom, I got up.

"Hn. Speak for yourself."

The girl frowned, getting up and dusting herself off. By the looks of it, she was like any other commoner. She held nothing of value, nothing worth stealing. But she seemed unfazed by it; she was a pleasant peasant, and let off a happy-go-lucky flair.

"Sorry, anyway," she mumbled, "I guess I shouldn't blame you."

She offered me an innocent smile (one that I knew none of my fan girls to ever possess, because in truth, they were all fakes), gave a polite bow, and went back on her merry way.

I continued to stare as she retreated farther and farther away into the distance, her pink hair swirling about her as the breezes twirled the locks.

She didn't swoon.

I smirked.

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"Well, you again."

I looked up and was met with the same emerald eyes that I found the first day I stepped into the Land of Spring.

I was in the library, trying to find current articles from Fire Kingdom. I was curious; I wanted to see how my father was faring as an aging man ruling over a restless kingdom.

"Where do you come from, anyway? I could swear I knew you from somewhere," she muttered.

I eyed her closely.

Oddly enough, she seemed ...

...familiar.

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"Do you believe in reincarnations?"

I turned to my side and found the girl there once more.

It was scary; everywhere I went, she too, appeared. But I knew she wasn't a stalker or some crazy fan girl; she was just as surprised when we ran into uncanny meetings.

"It's a chance."

Over the course of months, we had grown to have tiny conversations before parting ways. It was a habit; never was there moments of silence between us.

Our conversations – they were never forced or strained.

They were random.

Not conversations of a prince.

"Ah. Everything in life is a chance."

She turned to me and smiled.

"A chance that you became prince, while I became peasant; chance that I remember things that have gone by for centuries; chance that our roles have been undeniably switched..."

"You knew?"

She turned away again, this time her eyes glazed over, her lips formed between a frown and a smile.

"Yes," she mumbled, "But don't ask how. Because I just know. I just know that I'm Haruno Sakura, and you're Prince Sasuke. Uchiha Sasuke."

"You're not bothered by it? Not bothered that you became a peasant?"

At this her lips curved upwards.

"You were always happy as one."

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"What the hell?"

I looked at the fearful eyes of my father, the Sharingan present instead of his obsidian orbs. I never knew he'd find me here; I've already been gone for two years.

"What the hell are you doing, Sasuke? For all these years I thought you were dead! Think, I could have had a whole kingdom off my hands! You had the chance to prove yourself-"

"Stop."

We both turned around and found Sakura standing at the doorway to my inn room, her fists tightly clenched. Something was wrong; I could sense it. Her emerald eyes were glistening with unshed tears, and oddly enough, it hurt.

"Fugaku-sama, Sasuke's not a doll you can cast into the dark when you're done," she calmly said, standing beside me.

Over the past two years, we became the best of friends.

She didn't treat me like a prince.

She treated me like a human being.

"A peasant dare say that to me?"

She smiled.

"We're all the same. You were given no mandate from the Gods, no privileges because of your blood. It was just chance your ancestors were royal, and my ancestors were common. It is chance and nothing more."

"Let me wipe that -"

"Father, stop."

Everyone turned to me surprised. Even I was surprised.

"Sasuke?"

"I'll go back and rule. Just don't touch her."

Sakura's eyes widened while my father smirked.

I always had a weak spot for women who were like my mother.

"Goodbye, Sakura."

I offered her a tiny, genuine smile.

"Never say goodbye, Sasuke," she muttered, "because goodbye means going away -" (1)

"-And going away means forgetting. Gomen." (1)

(I don't even know how the hell I could finish that quote.)

I smiled once more, and left with my father.

Almost, almost, I could hear her sobs.

It was chance that we met each other.

Chance that we became friends.

Chance that my father found me.

Chance that I had to leave.

But it was chance that she was the light at the end of the tunnel, bringing me out of life's lie.

Chance that we'll meet again...

...Even though, deep down, I know we will.

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A/N: I don't know where to go with this one. I really like the story line.
It's really messy and quick around the edges, because it came up while I was writing a paper for one of my classes ... random.
So I might re-do this one or in the FUTURE make a storyline about it ... Don't know. XD

(1) – Quote from Peter Pan. :D