Chapter 3

The difference are just minutes.

Because I already freaking typed this.

waaaay too long ago.

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Haruno Sakura had been stood up.

And for the first time, she felt happy about it.

It was a blind date hat her guardian set up for her.

Who'd want a date with someone set up by your own guardian?

Who knows how they'd look like anyway.

And so, after three hours of waiting, she was grinning broadly walking away from the café where she's supposed to meet her date.

She was so happy and lost in thought that she didn't notice a certain red-eyed dude until she bumped into him.

"Oh, sorry."

The dude didn't even glanced at her.

He was fuming. His phone already crushed in his hands.

Better hurry up, it seems dangerous here. Sakura thought.

But what shall she do today?

Her always full schedule has been freed suddenly because of this date that didn't happen.

Maybe she'll hangout with her girlfriends today.

She hadn't seen them in ages.

She sat down on an empty bench smiling. Began typing on her keypad, texting them.

Their replies came sooner than expected. Her happiness was short-lived.

They're all busy. With their dates.

Except for one who, Sakura was told by their other friend, to be out of town meditating.

Who knows what happened that made Ino act like a… well, like that.

Let's see. She thought. Tenten's with Neji-kun. Temari's with Shikamaru-san, Hinata's with Naruto.

She was ticking off people with her fingers.

Then she blushed before sighing.

There's no way that she could ask that person out for a drink, let alone a date.

She'd probably visit her parents.

It's been a while since she last visited them anyway.

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Notes:

1. Haruno Sakura's POV.
2. Sakura has no parents. She was being taken care of a guardian.
3. Sakura's a star student. She has various duties and belonged to various clubs.
4. Hints on pairings were somehow disclosed.
5. Disclaimer. If I own Naruto, I'll make it all about Sakura and Sasuke's love story.

Chapter 2

'nuff said.

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Sasuke watched numbly at the closed door.

Marriage.

Him.

Getting married.

And worse, an arranged marriage to a perfect stranger.

The fucking paper didn't even say who it was.

All it ever mentioned is that she's the same age as his and a senior at Konoha High.

It could be anyone.

Anyone.

The thought made him shudder.

What if she' one of those stupid fangirls wooing him?

What if it’s the red haired freak? He shuddered.

Suddenly, he felt the need to get out. To run away.

To hell with Itachi, he won't come back.

He's already saved enough money.

That's right, he's sick of his name anyway.

Sick of this stupid world and going to school with all those stupid fangirls.

As his resolve strengthen, an image of his brother's red eyes loomed over him.

Fear washed over him.

He'll surely kill me.

He shrugged it off.

To hell with Itachi, he repeated, this is my life.

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Notes:

1. Uchiha Sasuke's POV.
2. The red haired freak is actually Karin
3. Sasuke's roughly between 17 and 18. I'm using Japan's school system instead of my own country's since a senior in our country is basically 16 years old - too young.
4. Disclaimer. I don't own Naruto. Ask Kishimoto Masashi-sensei.

Chapter 1

Posted here for the hell of it.

No.

I just forgot my fanfiction login.

Stupid, yeah?

Anyway, feel free to read. comment. whatever.

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"An arranged marriage?" his little brother sounded unsure as to what he heard him say.

The older man merely grunted in response.

It was no surprise that his younger brother would surely reject this idea.

His younger brother continued to glare at him to an increasing intent that he felt it was best if he give him a reply.

"Don't you like the idea?" he replied coolly.

"Damn right I didn't, what gives you the right to decide for my future?"

He sighed.

Teenagers sure are rebellious.

He slipped him an official looking paper.

"The Hokage" - pertaining to Konoha village's ruler - "wanted it."

His brother read the page unblinkingly.

"What the hell. It doesn't say that I have to marry."

"Of course it's you. Didn't you read the specs? You're on the same age. It would seem pedophilic if I'm the one who marries her."

"I. won't. marry. Anyone."

Itachi stood up in front of his brother, red eyes looking down upon the identical defiant eyes.

"Remember your duty to your clan, Uchiha Sasuke."

He felt him cower underneath his gaze.

"Tsk."

His brother finally said after looking away.

The chime of a grandfather's clock sounded somewhere.

Itachi turned to leave.

"Sasuke. Meet her tomorrow."

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Notes:

• Uchiha Itachi's POV.
• I made the Uchiha a red eye clan since this was an alternate universe set on modern times and their sharingan was a distinguishing factor in the anime/manga.
• The usual drama that Itachi and Sasuke were orphans were there. But Itachi didn't kill their parents and was actually Sasuke's legal guardian.
• Tsunade is the Hokage.
• Disclaimer. I own nothing but the plot.

Mayfly

whenever morning comes,

rejoice.

Life welcomes,

rebirth.

the start of everything else

probably something

along the line

-- you and I met.

whenever midday comes,

emergence occurs.

the time we were at peak,

midst of our lives.

The time when,

we found ourselves, perhaps

Fall in love.

Fall out of love.

Fall in love

out of luck, mixtures in a flask.

in the evening,

the red sunset

was like a traffic light.

Stop.

it's not that

there'll ever be a green light.

-- for me

-- for you

-- for something like "never" us.

Life is short-lived

the usual buzz

the usual cycle.

in the end, by the end of the day

we die.

Poems are Letters

What better things to write

than the classic way to start.

"Dear -"

What comes after would be a waste of time.

What comes before,

was a jumbled mess.

I tried so hard to compose

somewhat like a song.

The melody of your voice

singing at the top of your lungs

- tunelessly, faint.

but your voice nevertheless.

whereas indistinct,

YOURS, nevertheless.

You,

the last part, I'd rather leave blank

since you've uncovered

an indeterminate me.

Decisions are something that goes beyond

out of reach.

but what you ask you say

I answer not out of obligation,

rather, it was after all somewhat nice

somewhat special, perhaps.

I'm nearing the concusion,

a bit ore with words in circles.

For mere compliments you breathe

in my ears.

Touch, while a blush creeps like a vine

for that warmth of your hands

that lingers for some time.

the things somewhat sparks,

something that blooms inside my --.

Journal post.

Let me spill the contents of my heart.

The first time I encountered you.

would be the first time I saw you.

My first impression was: "This guy is awfully quiet."

You actually didn't matter.

You were the same as everybody else.

You were nobody.

I was foolish to think that way.

It was that time,

that you were the second person who gave me something to think about.

Maybe I reminded you of who you used to be.

Maybe I perked your interest.

Maybe you pitied me, who don't say much.

Whatever the reason.

You talked to me first.

The second encounter was when the joke began.

You started holding my hands.

This was round about the first time, I felt that.

Flirting.

This is how being flirted feels like.

My virgin mind went haywire.

I started to feel consciousness.

I realized things such as femininity.

Relationships.

Connections.

Infatuations.

Uncertainties.

Most of all,

Me.

I never got to know myself, more than I do now.

You caused quite a stir, that you've made me changed this much.

From then on.

Things became haywired.

Everytime you look,

in my mind's eye, all I could perceive was your eyes.

I struggle.

I want to talk to you.

I wanted to reach you.

I wanted to be myself when I'm with you.

But wanting and doing are two different things.

I couldn't talk to you.

I couldn't think.

I ignore you most of the time.

I can't look at you in the face, thinking about how I would look.

It was like, a force field that surrounds you.

There is a barrier between us.

We are different.

Completely.

Aside from that attraction on my side.

nothing more.

I started to acquire the interest that you have.

I wanted to look into things in your perspective.

I wanted everyday to see you.

I wanted to sit with you.

I wanted to talk to you. Break the ice.

It's becoming hard to just be in your presence.

I don't want you to think that I am boring.

I don't want you to leave because I didn't do anything.

You are my caffeine.

I hope you could understand that.

I wrote you that poem.

I thought of you, more than anyone else when I wrote it.

Even so,

after what everyone keeps telling me.

"Don't expect."

I reply that I don't.

I keep telling myself that I wasn't.

That I was hoping.

It was all lies.

I love you.

I wonder how many times I wrote that with a person in mind.

I like this person romantically. He's the one.

I hope you're different.

I hope you'll be the one to break this unhealthy habit.

It's eating me.

Teaching me that humanity is supposed to impose upon me the knowledge that we were meant to fall in love infinitely many times without that person loving you back.

Because frankly speaking, I'm getting tired of having people pass by without giving me a second glance.

I want to live with the assurance that there was someone out there waiting for me.

<20Aug2011>

WIP from long ago.

WIP for way way back.

I didn't get to finish this. Even now.

Or at least, I made some modifications which I didn't like and thus, it was labeled as 'Eternally WIP.'

I'm planning to scan my recent artworks just so I could post it on my dA account but I can't seem to find time to do it.

Or at least, every time I get a free one, I don't feel like scanning stuff so I put things off to do so in the near future.

Yeah. The so-called 'Filipino' habit almost becoming a stereotype for us.

Details?

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