A/N- Ok. So I refuse to explain anything until the story is over. So be observant and try to find three things:

What two stories is this story a combination of (Hint: its none of my old stories. One is a very famous piece, the other is vaguely known).

What are two constants in this story (Hint: its a person but they are two different people)

What is continuously repeated through out each and every chapter (Hint: No hint, it will give it away. So you have to look.

The prize? I was thinking that whoever wins can come up with a story idea and I'll write it for them all within a month. If you have any other idea for a prize let me know.

Good luck

DISCLAIMER I do not own Naruto

Stop. If you have not read the Author Note, please do it now -_-. Shame on you for not doing it anyway.

"The brother will hate you instantly." The elderly woman admitted as she walked over to the young girl at the kitchen table and placed down the cup of milk in front of her.

"How come?" the girl asked as she kicked her feet and happily picked up her cup of milk, taking a big gulp with a cheerful hum.

The old woman shrugged as she moved out of the kitchen, aiming for her rocking chair, "I don't exactly know, dear. We never really get around to asking, we are too focused to."

"I'll make sure I'll ask." The girl said with a firm nod. Carefully, she grabbed her cup of milk and padded after her grandmother.

"You say this now, child, but you just might forget in the future. There will be a lot of things happening if you plan on trying to get that girl." The elderly woman sighed in relief as she sat down and leaned back in her chair, rocking slightly. Turning towards her small table, she grabbed her knitting kit.

"I can't wait till I can see her grandma; she's going to be so happy with me!" The determination in the child's voice caused the grandmother to smile.

"Do you remember what important thing I told you yesterday?" The grandmother asked as the young girl sat at her feet, watching her knit the soft green yarn together.

"You must make a first impression?" the small child asked, tilting her head in thought.

A smile crept towards the old woman's face as she nodded, "Yes, that is important, but that isn't correct."

Whining, the girl fell to the floor, "Then I forgot grandma, you tell me so many things."

"I thought you liked listening to your grandma." the elderly woman said as she coughed out a chuckle with a smile that reached her wrinkling eyes.

"Oh, I do!" the child responded, sitting up and nodding enthusiastically, "You're stories are the best so far."

"Well you must remember them child, because you will also need to pass these stories on." the grandmother reminded gently, never taking her eyes off of her knitting.

Sheepishly, the child looked down, "Ok grandma, I won't forget this time."

"Good. Now listen closely, dear, because this is by far the most important." Grandmother said as she placed her knitting down on her lap.

Emerald green eyes slid to the grandma's as the girl focused all her attention on her elder.

Watching the child for a moment, the old woman took in how the girl reminded her so much of herself. Curious focused eyes that expressed so many thoughts and feelings. Soft pink hair that never rested and always shifted. A flickering aura that warmed like a winter fire place.

There was no mistaking it.

"Patience, Sakura." The grandmother finally spoke, smiling as she watched the young girl soak the information in, "You must learn patience."

After a moment of silence, the elderly woman laughed as she saw the predictable curiosity spike through the young girl, "Patience? Why is patience so important?'

Picking up her knitting with a reminiscing smile, the grandmother rocked in her chair and slowly began to finish the soft green yarn, "Because, my child, if you're willing to fight for that woman, you are going to need a lot of it."

X

I stood there, simmering in my anger as I stayed and watched the door slam. The room shook around me until everything stilled and there was nothing but silence engulfing me, allowing my thoughts to freely swarm my head.

The enemy of our company? I remember learning something along those lines, but not from the studies, but from my grandmother. It may be why I had no reaction to hearing that Oldcentury was our rival, because she hadn't told me it with such venom and hate. Actually, if my memory was correct, and it usually was, she had told me with a smile that brightened her wrinkled features.

Still, the mystery wasn't about our supposedly rival company, but about Naruto and his behavior. He hadn't just been angry about the Oldcentury representative showing up to our home, he had been absolutely livid. In no way was Sakura's presence a joke towards him, me, or anything our company dealt with. In actuality, it honestly seemed that she only wanted to create amends and become our company's partner.

So, what in the world had Naruto thinking that Sakura's presence was a stab towards his ego? There isn't any other reason why he would go off claiming that her 'comedy act' would not be forgotten. Or was there more to it? Was there even more that I was missing? I know that I like to skip out on a couple of studies, but to miss so much on one particular subject was practically impossible, especially if the subject was as big as our rivals company. We would have tons of information about them, knowing each and every flaw they had.

"Miss Yamanaka, dinner will be served in an hour. Would you like me to run your bath water?" One of the standing by maids said, interrupting me from my flow of thoughts.

Waking up from my thoughts, I look over at her. She nervously stood, waiting for orders. Blinking, I sighed and nodded. She was glad to have something to do because she sped away without another word. Rubbing my eyes, feeling worn out from the anger suddenly leaving me, I made my way back to the table and grabbed my things.

I picked up my folder, which inside was suppose to have a list of every bachelor I would have liked to see again. The paper was blank, not having opened it during the whole two hours. Staring at it in silence for a moment, I opened it suddenly and wrote down a single name.

Sakura Haruno.

Frowning slightly at the name, I closed the folder and picked it up. My personal maid, Anna, quickly appeared to my side and gently grabbed the folder from me. I looked up at her and smiled in appreciation.

She smiled back brightly, "So what now, Miss Ino?"

Sighing again, I shook my head, at a loss, "I don't know, Anna. There's so many roads to take on this, and I am personally doubting if it's even worth the effort."

"Well," the maid whispered as she leaned forward with a coy smile, "that Sakura character seemed to really like you."

I felt my cheeks warm as I turned and walked towards the exit. Stumbling out my words, I tried to sound unfazed, "Maybe, but she's also a woman. Plus, you heard my brother; she's the president of Oldcentury."

"And when have you ever listened to your brother?" Anna asked as she kept pace with me down the hall.

"Since he made me feel like a complete idiot," I replied with a grumble and a slight flare of anger at the thought of his yelling face, "He always thought he was smarter than me for some reason."

"I don't think so, Miss Ino. He just thinks so because he's older. You know how siblings get when they think they can rule over everyone else."

"Maybe…"

Anna passed me and opened the door of my room, walking in and automatically straightening things that looked out of place. I followed her, closing the door behind me and taking off my shoes as I walked, leaving them where they fell. I instantly felt wrong for doing so when Anna took my shoes up and placed them in there right place.

Smiling sheepishly as she looked at me with a roll of her eyes, I sat on the bed and swung my feet, "Do you think there is a way to partner up with Oldcentury?"

"Oooh," Anna teased as she turned to look at me, "Thinking of calling Miss Haruno?"

Turning my head as my felt my cheeks prickle, I try to pretend to be nonchalant, "I'm just thinking of the possibilities it could bring to have our rival partner up with us."

"If you say so," Anna said as she walked to me and placed my folder next to me. Smiling, she turned and headed towards the door, "If it's Miss Haruno who is holding position as president, Miss Ino, then there is several ways to partner with Oldcentury."

Then, being the woman that she is, she opened the door, stepped out, then turned around and winked at me before squealing and closing the door, nearly dodging a pillow to her face. I heard her laugh as she walked away, most likely thinking herself very clever for the comment she had made.

With a smile, I fell back into my bed, staring at the ceiling with a butterflies fluttering in my chest. I don't know what was causing the feeling, but they seemed bright and new; like soon the whole world would change for the better. With these feelings came excitement, I almost felt giddy. If I was feeling this way just from the thought of partnering up with Oldcentury, then there was bound to come a lot of good from it.

Naruto would be pissed, the advisers would probably not approve, and everyone would judge me and call me naive. Yet, knowing all of this didn't faze me at all. Actually, it pumped me up, caused this deep determination within me to lurch forward. For a split moment, I truly felt like I could take on the world if I had to.

And if I planned on doing his plan, I'd have to do just that.

xXx

Mid way through changing for dinner, a knock came from the door. I was staring at the mirror, concentrating on my hair as I continuously ruffled the ends and matted down the top, occasionally combing through it with my fingers. It was an endless ritual that usually ended with someone dragging me away from the mirror and scolding me for taking so long. They will always claim I look fine, but I know the truth; That my hair is actually an absolute mess and has me looking like a homeless woman. They can't fool me.

"Come in," I call from the bathroom, checking my hair for more annoying strays.

The door slowly creaked open and the echo of footsteps bounced off the walls. After a moment the footsteps paused, and then a voice called, "Ino? Where are you?"

Blinking, I took a step away from the mirror and peeked my head out of the door, "Naruto?"

Naruto stood there, looking boyishly handsome in his black and white tuxedo. His tie was loose around his neck, his right hand was in his pocket, and he had just glanced at his wrist to check his watch. His spiked wild hair looked bright, tossing with every moment he made, which brought out his charming childishness.

When he spotted me he turned, looking sheepish as he scratched his cheek with his finger, something he always did before he wanted to apologize. Giving me a small smile, he looked me over, "Looking beautiful, as always."

Smiling, I walked over to him and forced him to face me, grabbing his tight as I started to tighten it, "And you are looking handsome, as always."

He let out a soft chuckle as he stood still, allowing me to fix his tie. I wiggled the tie tight before moving to his neck, fixing his collar and flattening out his shoulder. Taking a step back to give him another look over, I nodded in approval and moved towards my bed, grabbing my purse.

"What's for dinner?" I asked as I picked up my purse and placed a couple of items on my nightstand inside of it.

"Chefs' won't tell us. They want us and our guests to be surprised." Naruto said as he walked over, handing me my lipgloss.

I took it from his hands with a smile in thanks before placing it inside of my purse as well, "Who's eating with us tonight?"

"Advisors' set us up with another company tonight, something along the lines of Senju Corp. Ever heard of it?"

I shook my head and glanced at him with a small smile, "Of course I haven't. You know I like to skip out on studies."

This caused him to pause, and then frown. I wasn't feeling too bad about making the guilt trip blow, but I wasn't feeling too good about it either. Moving away from my night stand I walk towards the door, heels clacking and echoing around the room. Turning as I stood next to my bedroom lights, I looked at Naruto, "Ready Mr. Uzumaki?"

Straightening up, he nodded and walked over, grabbing the door and holding it open. Smiling, I turned off the lights and walked passed him, "What a gentlemen."

He walked through as well and closed the door. I started walking down the hall without him, keeping a slow pace for him to catch up. Still, he stayed two steps behind me, looking as if he was fighting with himself. Smiling softly, I stayed silent, waiting for him to gain the courage to apologize. He always had such trouble admitting he was wrong, let alone apologizing for his wrong.

"Ino..." he called after me. I paused and looked back, watching as he scratched his cheek and stared at the floor. He hadn't stopped walking though, so I fell into pace with him as he joined me, "about earlier, when I was yelling. I didn't-. I mean, I was just upset and-. Well, I just wanted to-"

Rolling my eyes, I linked my arm with his and when he looked down at me in surprise, I smiled up at him, "It's ok dork, don't worry about it."

Blinking in confusion, he opened his mouth then closed it with a smile, "I'm an idiot." He admitted as he held my arm and rubbed the back of his neck.

"You are," I say with a nod and a laugh, "but you are also my brother. So, there's no need to worry."

Sighing, he looked relieved, "I thought you hated me for sure."

"Oh, don't think I don't hate you." I correct and giggle as he gives me a pout, "but I love you also, so they cancel out, which makes you neutral."

"Neutral, huh?" he muses with a roll of his eyes; "Can't we just love each other and call it a day?"

"And what type of siblings would we be if we did that?" I laughed as I let go of his arm, "Honestly, what a sight that would be."

He chuckled as he took two long strides and grabbed the door, pulling it open for me with a warm smile, "Guess you're right."

"Aren't I always?" I replied with a smirk, and laughed again when he rolled his eyes again.

As we entered our dining room, the lights blinded me as always. Squinting, I waited for my eyes to adjust. After a moment, I took in the room and its usual magnificence.

The huge room was crowded with people, all standing around and talking as they sipped on either their wine or champagne. Those who were familiar with each other chuckled out laughs and jabbed jokes. Others, who were meeting for the first time, smiled pleasantly and made small talk.

At the center of the room was our dinner table, which were five seats long and one seat wide. Twelve seats would never fit everyone in this room, so our butlers were nice enough to put out several miniature tables that were circular and could fit up to four people. They were placed, scattered around the room, holding refreshments and other finger foods to keep he guest occupied until dinner was ready.

Light music played in the background as the soft hum of chatter went on. Further into the background noise, you could hear the kitchen preparing our meal with sizzling and pots and pans banging around.

To me, for such a huge room, it was a tad too quiet. My stomach knotting nervously, I glanced at all the unknown faces and tried to remain calm. It didn't matter how many social dinners we hosted, I feared that I would never get used to this environment. Everything being watched so carefully and judge so harshly, one wrong move would cause devastation to your reputation as a business leader. Naruto always promised that it didn't matter what I did during these events. He claimed that I was too beautiful for anyone to worry about my flaws. I have yet to believe him yet, but his words created small comfort within me. I wasn't the one being critiqued, that was Naruto. I was just the one being married off for partnership.

Naruto tightened his tie and straightened his back, causing him look taller –and if possible- even more handsome. Glancing at me, he mouthed 'wish me good luck' then winked when I did just that, causing me to smile. Without another word between us, he walked straight into the crowd fearlessly.

I don't know why, but the sight caused me to feel proud of him.

Taking a deep, calming, breath, I closed my eyes as I breathed out. Then, after a moment to myself, I opened my eyes, looked right into the crowd, determined, and with forced confidence, I walked into it as well.

I heard once from Anna that there were moments right before I joined the party to socialize, that I looked proud, confident, and beyond beautiful. I asked her what she meant, and she told me that it was in my eyes, a look that was stunning yet dangerous, that created an aura around me, causing me to look untouchable to any man in the room. She also said it was my walk, powerful strides with purpose, like I was striving towards a goal that no one could keep me from. It's the way I held myself, she explained. It was the way I presented myself that made me so strikingly beautiful.

I never believed a word of it, but it was nice to think that maybe I did become that beautiful once every blue moon. It was warming to the think that sometimes I looked just like my grandmother, the powerful woman who built this business.

I made my way through the crowd, weaving through and politely saying excuse me with courteous smiles. Each excuse me caused a stare and a man stumbling out an apology, watching me as I went passed. I wasn't even half way into the crowd, yet I could feel every eye on me, as if I was the main event. Anna told me rumors once, whispering to me that every man in the business spoke of me and advised other business leaders to seek me out because of my beauty.

But rumors are secondhand information that are more than likely false. Plus, I wasn't that beautiful. Actually, I was anything but.

When I reached the middle, I was relieved to see Wilson there, standing behind one of the refreshment tables. On it was about twenty or so bottles of champagne and wines with wine glasses decorated around it. He smiled as he saw me and nodded, "Miss Ino. Would you like any of our grand selections?"

I gave the bottles a look over and pointed at one, "Sir Winston would do fine."

Nodding in approval he grabbed the bottle and poured some into the wine glass, "A fine choice, m'lady."

Smiling, I took the cup that he handed me with a roll of my eyes, "I'm not royalty, Wilson."

His small smile looked amused as he nodded towards the crowd, "Maybe, Miss Ino, but tonight, you definitely are."

Blinking, I glanced over my shoulder to see a young man across the room looking at me. When our eyes met, a small smile slipped into his features and he held up his glass to me in greeting. He looked absolutely handsome with his deep blue hair and dark colored eyes.

A felt my cheeks burn as I quickly looked away, my heart hammering in my chest. Wilson was watching me in amusement, which caused me to blush even more, "Who is he?"

"That, madam, would be the newest president of Senju Corp; the protégé that has been making a lot of commotion in the business world. He is said to have been trained by the greatest of our business leaders and was taught under the 'Snake' himself." Wilson informed as he straightened his bottles to make sure his table looked presentable for the next guest to arrive. After a moment of silence, he glanced up and gave me a knowing look as he continued, "The Snake is one of the legendary leaders of Business History, better known as Orochimaru."

My eyes widened in disbelief, "You're kidding. He was trained under Orochimaru?" When he nodded I stared, my thoughts reeling, "Wilson, that would mean he's most likely an owner of one of the top ten business giants in the world."

"Yes ma'am, his company is ranked third."

I choked, "What is a man like that doing here? We are only ranked 72."

With a chuckle, he said, "To see you, of course."

My jaw dropped and I slowly started to shake my head, "You're kidding."

"I'm not. Now, if you need more time act presentable in front of that young man, I suggest you start moving, Miss Ino. He's headed towards us now." Wilson warned.

With a squeak, I jumped and quickly moved deeper into the crowd, praying the people would hide me. Glancing back to make sure I wasn't followed, I sighed in relief. I could see neither Wilson nor that man, only unknown people smiling and talking.

Sipping my champagne I looked around for something to nibble on to keep myself occupied. My main goal for tonight was to get through this dinner without talking to anyone. Unlike my brother, I did terrible at small talk with unknown people; I never knew what to say.

I spotted a table with odd looking things rolled with a green leaf. Next to it I saw sushi, something I could definitely relate to. Feeling excited, I practically bounced over like a child and grabbed a small plate, placing two sushi rolls on it. Forgetting my manners and where I was at, I grabbed the sushi with my finger and bit half off, practically melting as the flavors swirled around my mouth as I chewed.

"This might be helpful," a voice informed as chopsticks appeared in front of me. Startled, I jumped and nearly dropped my plate, "Whoa, be careful." A hand held me steady as I wobbled. Once they was confident I could stand by myself, they let go. I smiled sheepishly as I grabbed the chopsticks and looked up to thank the person until I saw who it was.

Haruno Sakura

Choking, I started coughing. My eyes began to water as pieces of rice that I swallowed went down the wrong tube. She must have thought I wasn't fit to do anything but stand because she took my plate from my hand and placed it on the table, grabbing a napkin quickly and my wine that I had placed down.

"Thank you," I rasped, taking a sip of my wine to end the burning in my throat.

"Are you alright?" she asked in honest concern.

Nodding, I pulled the glass away from my lips, quickly covering them with the napkin as I let out another cough.

"I'm sorry if I scared you, that wasn't my intention," she whispered an apology as she glanced around.

Shaking my head, I blinked a couple of times and cleared my throat, "No it's fine. Was just unexpected, that's all."

"Good. I'd hate to be caught here with you choking to death. They'd surely think I did it," she said with a small smile and another glance around, "Actually, I think they might already suspect me of something."

I glanced over my shoulder as I saw the people around us looking over at us in concern, most likely from my terrible coughing. Blushing, I turned back around, "That would be my fault, but you really did give me a scare. You're the last person I would expect to be here, especially after earlier."

She blinked, and then frowned slightly, "You didn't expect me?"

My eyebrows came together as I started to reply, but stopped mid sentence as I saw a flash of yellow behind her. Placing my glass down I grabbed her wrist and quickly walked towards the kitchen, "We need to go. Now."

Hurriedly, I pulled Sakura along as I weaved through crowds, trying hard not to attract attention. The maids were watching me as they stood near the wall, and when they saw I was trying to make an exit, one of them quickly pointed towards a door I never knew was there. Smiling and nodding in thanks, I quickly made a turn, opened the door, and puledl both of us inside.

As Sakura stumbled inside I quickly turned and closed the door, locking it with a sigh of relief. I was doing a lot of dodging tonight, more than I had expected. Rubbing my eyes, something I did whenever I felt stressed, I let out another breath and turned around, "Ok, I think we will be safe here."

Sakura stood there, glancing around with a small smile, "A secret room?"

The room was pretty much empty besides a long wooden table with swirling chairs around it. At the corners of the room were little stands with expensive vases that were decorated with different designs and color.

Taking a look myself, my eyebrows came together. This mansion always seemed to always surprise me, "It might be a meeting room. I guess if something ever came up in dinner and they wanted to discuss now then later, they would come in here for business. I never knew it was here."

"Strange, but it must be effective." Sakura mused. When she took a step forward, I turned my attention to her. She was watching me steadily. My eyes caught hers, and the intensity in hers caused my cheeks to warm. Quickly, I looked away, "Now about you not expecting me here…"

Latching on anything that could possibly end the squirming sensation rising within me from her staring, I nod and walk further into the room, passing her, "Yes, I didn't expect you at all. Who invited you?"

"Your maid Anna called, said that I was asked to attend." She confessed with slight disappointment in her voice.

I whirled around at her answer, emotions swirling through me, "She did what?"

Sakura looked uneasily at the door as I yelled and quickly repeated, "She called and said I was asked to attend. So I came. Was she mistaken?"

"She was beyond mistaken, Sakura!" I say in a whisper yell, shaking my head as I rubbed my eyes, "You should have known that as soon as she said Naruto was asking you to come for dinner. That girl, she's always looking for trouble, I swear."

"But she didn't say Naruto was asking me to attend. She said you were."

My heart stopped as I paused my rubbing. Sliding my eyes up, my heart slightly broke as my eyes locked into hers. She was looking at me –I was beginning to think that she was always looking at me- and looked extremely disappointed.

When I didn't say anything she sighed and looked away, fighting herself over something as she mumbled, "I should have known. How stupid. Geez."

Forcing whatever feelings aside, I stepped towards her, "Anna likes to do things on her own. I'm sorry."

"No it's alright," Sakura waved off, her frown never lifting, "I should have known and called you directly instead, but patience was a virtue my grandmother could never beat into me. When I heard you wanted me attend, I only had thirty minutes to get ready… I wasn't thinking."

Fidgeting with my fingers, I looked away from her and racked my brain for something that could comfort her, but I couldn't think of anything. Frustration built within me and I kicked my brain to come up with anything, to bring those warm playful eyes that I had seen earlier today.

"Well, I was speaking of you to her before dinner." I stumbled out, ears burning in embarrassment as she looked up at me in surprise, "Naruto was beyond frustrated after your visit, so we ended the meetings early. Anna appeared next to me and I might have commented on calling you…"

Silence washed over the room and I suddenly felt like crawling into the deepest hole and hiding for the rest of my existence. Shutting my eyes, I tried to remember how to breathe as I continued to feel her eyes on me. It was when I had decided that I couldn't take the silence anymore that she decided to speak, "You mentioned calling me?"

"Yes." I answered out, feeling very unsure of myself. Forcing myself to gain the courage, I glanced back up at her.

Her face looked bright and excited, which reminded me strongly of a child. Her grin smoothly turned into a smirk, and I could practically see her confidence level slowly increasing. "Wanted to hear my wonderful voice again?"

A smile slipped to my lips as I rolled my eyes, my nervousness slowly fading away, "Your wonderful voice? The same that was unrecognizable when you made me choke and left no impression when we first met?"

She jerked her head back in mock hurt, "I was correct, you are merciless."

"Only to those who act too confident," I correct with a smooth smile.

"Me? Too confident? Never." Then, as obvious as she could, she slid her eyes down my body and slowly slid them back up, "Especially in front of a beautiful woman like yourself."

My eyes widened before I quickly looked away, cheeks burning. "You must have me confused with someone else," I struggled to get out as I continued to stare at the wall, "My hair is an absolute mess and I was too lazy to find a proper dress for tonight, so I ended up throwing on whatever my hands could reach."

"Ino…" Sakura said in a soft voice, causing goose bumps to rise through my arm, "I don't know if anyone has told you tonight, but you are looking absolutely stunning."

My breath caught and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from gasping. She took another step towards me, causing us to be extremely too close for two strangers to have just met today. Grabbing my hand, she gently held it as she brought it to her face, and watching me steadily the whole time, she kissed right above my ring finger again.

Her lips lingered long enough to gain a blush from me, and when she pulled away, it was only slightly and her lips continued to lightly tickle my skin. "And I'm happy you've taken the time to entertain me." She mumbled against my skin, pulling away from my hand fully with a smile on her face.

I must have looked crimson by then, because she was watching me with amusement on her features. With anyone else, I would have been furious that I was being made fun of, but with Sakura it was much different. For some strange reason, as I stared into her warm comforting eyes, I knew that was she was saying was true to her. That I was looking stunning in her eyes and that she was extremely happy I gave the time of day to speak to her, let alone mention calling her.

"You left in impression," I whispered out, my skin prickling with a sensation that was extremely new to me, "and the moment kneeled down to kiss my hand I knew I wanted to see you again."

I had surprised her, I could tell by the way her cool collected features flattered slightly. Then, I watched in amazement as I saw her look nervous, something I thought was possible.

She struggled to come up with something to say, and just when she opened her mouth to say something, a clear ringing of a glass came from outside of the door.

The noise jolted me out of my trance. Blinking, the realization of how close we were hit me and I found myself jumping away, blushing furiously as I thought about what I had just said. Quickly, I scarambled for something to say, "Um. Dinner is about to be served. We need to go."

Sakura only nodded as I passed her, aiming for the door. I unlocked the door carefully and peeked out of it. To see everyone's back turned towards us, all watching as the chefs came out with giant plates of food.

Closing it quietly, I looked back at Sakura, who was standing there smiling sadly. My heart hurt at the sight.

"So, I guess this is it, huh?" She spoke sadly, rubbing the back of her neck.

Blinking, I turned around fully with my eyebrows coming together, "What do you mean?"

"Well, I mean tonight was a mistake right? So, I just figured…"

"I want to see you again, Sakura." Realizing what I had said, I quickly add, "I want to speak to you about partnership."

The joyous look on her face caused me to smile, "Alright. When did you want to meet?"

Glancing at the clock at the wall, I hastily say, "I'll call you about it. We really need to go, they are going to start seating soon."

"Oh, right." She said, having completely forgotten about the situation outside. With two long strides, she took my hand, kissed it quickly, and smiled as she let go and headed towards the door at the other end of the room, "Thank you for meeting me, Miss Yamanaka, it's always an honor."

Then, without another word, she opened the door and disappeared.

Sighing, I leaned against the door, feeling completely drained. If I kept up all this blushing, I was bound to pass out.

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