Rock my World
Meeting
Did you ever wonder if there was someone out there that was just perfect for you? That that person was the only person that you could think was better looking than some… hmm... I don't know guitarist in some big rock band that just seemed to have been voted the best looking person in Moe! Magazine: Uchiha Sasuke. Yes I used to think that too and then it hit me like a ton of big, red, fresh baked bricks. There was no such thing as someone better looking than him. But who would have thought that the person out there waiting for me to trip with destiny was him. Sasuke-chin. I know I would have never thought some sort of delusion lie that. In fact I didn't even know who he was before he called out to me…
But before that to happen this happened:
I chewed on my lower lip out of nothing to do. I always chewed on my lip; hence I never had anything to do. I checked myself on the back of a silver spoon impatiently and pursed my lips childishly. Kiba-kun was supposed to be here since fifteen minutes already! I folded my hands over my pleated uniform skirt and took a small sip of my cool orange juice. I swear that if he didn't come in the next ten minutes I would put an end to this! Well not really. Kiba-kun was my best friend, and he was not the type to be late anyways, so something must have kept him busy, right?
"Ah~!" I sighed quite audibly, making my table-neighbors glare at me somberly.
I heard the chime of the little bells that where hanging from the upper corner of the door lazily and turned staunchly. I saw a spiky mass of dark, prickly hair and my eyes widened with joy as I waved a small hand gleefully, "Kiba-kun over here!" I closed my eyes like a fox and grinned widely.
He turned and glared at me from in between inky, threads of seaweed like hair that fell onto his face, lazily framing his jaw and somberly giving him a handsome appearance that he could have as well been a rock star for all that I knew. I lowered my head stupidly and embarrassed started fidgeting with my soft, white vest. He kept glaring at me with soul-sucking eyes and his lips formed into a derisive smirk that was way too ugly for his pretty features. He wasn't Kiba-kun.
He ordered some inaudible order and started walking at my direction. He's probably walking to his girlfriend, I thought innocently. But he came and leaned on my table idly. I looked at him from in between my flat bangs and my lavender eyes widened in surprise. I knew this guy. I don't know from where but I knew this guy. I stared at him meagerly for a while. I lowered my gaze bashfully and after a few seconds I peeked once again from in between my inky curtain of hair. He met my eyes deliberately and smirked cockily. "What? Do you want my autograph?"
I gasped timorously and turned my glowering face and stared anxiously at my palms that where still resting idly on my lap. "Can I sit here?" he asked me confidently.
"There's a table over there," I pointed shakily at a neighboring table while I mustered a reassuring smile.
He sat anyways. "So… do you still want that autograph?" he said lamely. What was he talking about? Why would I want a stranger's autograph?
"N-no thank you," I replied, my cheeks going beet red. It wasn't my custom talking to people I didn't know and even less if they were boys.
"Why?" he seemed somewhat surprised, as if I had just told him he was ugly as a gargoyle.
I didn't respond, instead I took a small sip of my drink and smiled vaguely.
"Don't tell me you're drinking orange juice!" he startled the heart out of my system and I almost spilled the juice all over the table.
"Y-yes, would you like some?" I asked out of mere politeness.
"No, it's just that no one drinks orange juice in a café," he said dismissively.
"Why?" I asked once again out of being polite and not out of curiosity.
"Well because people normally come here to drink coffee," at that moment a girl in a soft pink uniform came staggering with a small cup of coffee on her hands, and as she shakily placed it on the table she dazedly gawked at the boy in front of me.
"Would you like something?" he asked with a plain evil glare.
"Ah! No I was just wondering if –" she seemed abashed by the boy's sincerity.
"Yes?" he cocked his head and smiled teasingly at her.
"W-well could I h-have your autograph?" she spurted out elusively.
"Sure hon, do you have a pen?" he asked in a way too normal tone.
"Yes, I have one here!" she shrieked and fumbled over her apron hurriedly. She took out a black pen with the café's logo and handed it to him along with a scrunched up napkin.
"What's you name hon?" he asked casually while smoothing out the napkin on the table.
"K-Karin!" she responded vainly while flashing her flaming red hair avidly over her shoulder.
"To Karen with love, Sasu-chin," he whispered while scribbling effortlessly on the greasy napkin.
"Ah~ i-it's Karin," he handed her the napkin and she smiled, admiring the illegible letters on it with almost inhuman awe.
He turned my way cockily and smirked, as if expecting me to gape at him in the same inhuman awe that Karin-san had, "So~" he rested his chin on his palm and tilted his head to the side bafflingly. I looked at him, my eyes big as donuts.
"What? Don't you have anything to say?" he asked harshly.
"No, nothing," directed my gaze at his left shoulder, blushing a beet red out of plain embarrassment.
"Hey what's your name hon?" he smirked and leaned closer on the table. He breathed out, his warm breath smelled like mint and metal, I felt my cheeks flush and my lips purse into a cheesy grin that by any means I couldn't control.
"H-Hinata," I responded mechanically. My voice devoid of any variety of pitch, as if he had just sucked my soul out with the single sound of his voice and with the single looks of his dark, hypnotizing eyes.
He processed it happily and took a sip out of his steaming coffee, grinning and creasing his eyes lightly. "Sasuke," he whispered gallantly.
I twitched in my seat and smiled back nervously.
He sighed and rested his chin on both hands, "You don't know who I am do you?"
"Yes I do," I said confidently. He lowered his gaze and closed his eyelids for a mere second. I don't know much about human emotions but he looked disappointed.
But, "Oh," was all he said.
"Yes, you just said it. You're Sasuke."
"Ha! That's good," he smiled a genuine smile and rubbed his temples tiresomely, "Well that's new!"
"W-what is?" what was with me and my recently renewed curiosity! I bit my lip, not out of nothing to do, but out of nervous qualms.
"Hm, nothing."
""You know Sasuke-san you look like someone I saw on TV," he really did. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion and cocked my head to the left deviously.
"Oh really?" he simpered and gave a low, husky chuckle.
"Yes…" gave a second look at him and realized that maybe he didn't look that much like Yepepi-kun, "Or maybe not… I think you look more like Kiba-kun." I gasped tumultuously.
"Who's that?" he asked severely, taking in a deep breath and even deeper sip of his coffee.
"He's my friend," I replied timidly.
He just glared at his reflection in his coffee and grinned. The atmosphere had suddenly become tense.
"Sasuke-san what school do you go to?" I asked, trying to search for something else to talk about. I raised my head and looked at his startled face.
"North Konoha Academy," I widened my eyes in surprise, that was one of the biggest and most prestigious schools in Konoha and Japan and t was said that many Idols and young Seiyu's went to that school. I was itching to ask if he knew any, "I heard t-that many idols go to that school, d-do you know any?"
He seemed to think about it for a minute and he mockingly tried to remember of anyone that could have somewhat resembled fame. "Hm… no I don't remember anyone. Well except this guy in this band, but I don't remember his name very well."
"Oh, well I guess all those rumors were not real." I retorted disappointed.
"Ne~ Hinata-chan do you have a boyfriend?" he seemed to already know the answer but he still waited patiently for my choked response.
"N…Yes!" Why did I say that? I saw a flicker in his eyes and his arrogant smirk disappeared almost instantly.
"Oh, too bad," he blinked politely, " and here I thought I was doing pretty well."
"With what?" I asked naively.
"What?" he steadied his voice and muffled his laughter openly, "didn't you notice I was hitting on you?" he said in such a casual voice that I couldn't believe him.
"You where?" I sheepishly grinned and shielded myself with my drink idiotically.
He grinned and breathed out a "hn" along with a polite, "oh yes," and then just tittered happily.
The silent with this stranger was so familiar that one would think that I had just met up with some random boy on my first date. I didn't know why this person had just decided on a whim to sit next to me, or to willingly talk to me or to even look at me without deciding that being blind is better.
The silence kept on for minutes more. And after those minutes more of fidgeting with my uniform, draining my drink and taking nervous glances at the boy in front of me the bell on the upper corner of the entrance door chimed and chirped gleefully once again. This time I saw the black, spiky hairs poke out and the welcoming scowl that my best friend always wore when he looked distressed. I wanted to wave but I couldn't bring myself to do so. I shuddered and made a slight move of my shoulder, a thing that caught sight of both Sasuke-san and Kiba-kun.
"Hinata!" I heard the husky voice of Kiba-kun and smiled bashfully, making sure to evade the glare of Sasuke-san.
"Kiba-kun," I stammered slowly and waved.
"Is that you boyfriend?" where the only words that Sasuke-san could utter as he grimaced and waved along. I didn't answer and just blushed stupidly.
Kiba-kun started strutting to the table and made a halt on the edge.
"Who is he?" he asked while suddenly taking notice of the second being that was smiling sardonically at him.
"Sasuke-san," I said nervously.
Kiba-kun ignored the cocky wave that Sasuke-san gave him and patted my head softly, "You want to go?"
"Ah sure," I stood up from my seat and took my blue school bag with me gracelessly; I turned and grinned shyly at Sasuke-san and said, "goodbye." And with that I walked of, locking arms with Kiba-kun and laughing at his jokes gleefully and let him ruffle my hair childishly. I was –at that time –pretty sure I would never hear of Sasuke-san again. Little did I know.
A/N: Okay so here goes the first chapter of this story that I made on a whim. I hope you like it.