IM SO SORRY! GOMEN NASAI! (did I spell that rite?) OMG! I GOT SOOO CAUGHT UP IN WATCHING OTHER ANIME THAT I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT NARUTO AND EVERYTHING! IM SO SORRY!

But it's really not my fault… I mean the naruto fillers suck. Everyone agrees on that lol. So anyways

IM SORRY! I TOTALLY give you permission to SHOOT ME. But please don't forget to resurrect me or this story will never finish XD

And just to refresh ur memory:

"blah"- talking

Blah- inner sakura

Blah- thinking/flashbacks/emphasis

I do not own Naruto. If I did, I would destroy all the fillers with my unbeatable cookie vision xp

Glasses clinking and soft murmurs of conversation carried throughout the long hall. Sakura sighed. It was a typical cocktail party.

She took a little sip of her own cocktail. Normally she would be going around trying to make conversation while making a good impression, but today she just didn't feel it was useful.

We're one of the biggest industries invited to this party. Even if I was rude, they wouldn't take a chance on destroying a beneficial relationship with such a powerful organization.

She sighed again. For the sake of it, she checked to see her diamond and pearl bracelet was firmly in place on her right wrist. She even lightly touched her pulled up hair to feel if it was in place or not. Of course it would be. The hair dresser had twisted the hair with chopsticks with all her might, even daring her to fire her if it were to come loose. And her 20 carat diamond necklace was… thankfully not tangled in her hair. Then out of necessity more than anything, Sakura checked the tie of her dress. It was a midnight blue dress coming up to her ankles with a split from her right hip all the way down. It had a nice cleavage that didn't show too much, and two silky strings that were to be tied together to hold the upper part of the dress up. Designed by Ino Yamanako's mother just recently. It was a beautiful dress. She was probably the first to buy it, even wear it.

But it didn't really cheer her up. Dresses were nice. Some clung to you nicely. They made you feel so pretty. But it's not the same as him…

Suddenly embarrassed she was thinking about a fake boyfriend, she blushed and drained her cocktail.

He hadn't called. Well she didn't expect him to call. But wouldn't it have been nice? It's a nice thing to call a girl if you went on a date with her. Even if it was a fake date, thought Sakura as she gave her empty glass to a nearby server. Her green eyes assessed the room. No one would miss her. She had technically talked to everyone she needed to in her father's absence. Being as inconspicuous as she could, she walked towards the washroom.

As was expected, the washroom had a wide area filled with chairs and mirrors. Sakura sat her matching blue purse onto the counter and took her cell phone out. No calls. She clicked her tongue in annoyance. No one?

No one tried to call me! No one? Don't they notice that I'm gone? Geesh! CALL! SOMEONE! ARGH!

In her temper tantrum, Sakura kicked the nearby wall with her high heels. Hard.

Crack!

Sakura sat down on an armchair to assess the damage. The heel of her right shoe was smartly broken. She wouldn't be able to cover it up or use her emergency stock of shoe glue to fix it. She needed a new pair. And her toe hurt. Sakura glared menacingly at the wall. She liked to think it shrank in fear.

Whipping open her cell phone, she pressed number one. 'Ino pig' the cell phone displayed neatly. She waited for Ino to answer while the phone rang.

"Hello. This is Ino Yamanako's cell phone! I'm busy doing something else. You know, hair appointment or something. So leave a message and I'll get back to you soon!"

There was a pause and Sakura waited.

"After the beep, please leave a message. If you would like further options please press number one. Beep."

For a while, Sakura said nothing. You need heels. Talk. She's the only one who would have extras. Talk.

"Ino, this is Sakura. I just broke my heel. The one I borrowed a week ago. No not the Gucci one. Anyways, just drop by Haruno Hall and I'll be in the washroom waiting. Hurry up, okay?"

Almost overcautiously, Sakura pressed the off button. She had to wait now. Who knows how long Ino could take?

The now stranded heiress took off the offending shoe. It wasn't even possible to use it as flats. Who came out from the washroom with their high heels suddenly transformed into flats? No one. Absolutely no one.

Stupid. No calls. Stupid cell phone. Stupid wall. It broke my shoe. No, boys break shoes. Stupid boys. Breaking heels. Stupid… Idiot… call me…

A single tear, brightly lit by the lights in the washroom, ran down Sakura's cheek. Surprised, Sakura wiped it away. Crying over… a fake boyfriend. That was idiotic. Stop it. Someone from the party could come in.

Speaking of party… wasn't Hinata supposed to be here today? She never misses these business parties. Or at least her father wouldn't let her.

Once again opening her cell phone, Sakura pressed three. Hinata.

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Her cell phone was ringing.

Hinata half heartedly reached for it, but stopped. She didn't feel like talking right now. She would probably draw attention on herself. Or make the other person annoyed.

But it might be urgent! They might really need to talk to you!

Slightly motivated at the thought, Hinata grabbed her cell phone and opened it. The call had already ended. Carefully, Hinata placed the cell phone back onto the piano.

She had come in here at least two hours ago. However, she had only played the piano for ten minutes. Well… no one would lecture for it though. The piano room was her reflection room too anyways… No one came in here except for her and the servants. Her room was too big for her liking. And sometimes the servants rearranged the furniture without her bidding. Everything was too big in there also. The chairs were too big… the bed was too big for one person… everything.

Absently, Hinata pressed down on a key. It was C. The note that began everything. Kind of like east. She smiled a little. She had heard she was born facing east. Or something like that.

Hinata continued to do what she had done in the past two hours: pulling at her sweater sleeve. It was mainly out of guilt. Her father was going to take her to the cocktail party as he had done in the past several years. It was purely business. It was to see the current and future face of the Hyuuga business as her father said. But this time, she thought no. She did want to please her father… except she didn't want to go this year. Or not now. It wasn't pleasant there. All the faceless people, being so polite. But whenever she sat down, she could hear the whispers. About her blindness, her incompetence, and her ignorance. They didn't like her. It was business. It was too cruel for her. Someone like Hanabi or Neji-nii-san could handle it… but she was too soft. She didn't even really know the basics of the business. She was useless.

Hinata-chan isn't useless! Who told you that?

The Hyuuga heiress jumped, startled. Naruto-kun? The silence answered for her. She was daydreaming.

But it was so nice that day…We went on a walk for a really long time in the garden. And the garden was empty. We talked for a long time too. It was… one of the best times I had.

Hinata reached for her cell phone.

I was so happy…Someone who didn't judge me or think I was useless. I was so happy… Naruto-kun…

Using the little bump on the five as her guide, she pressed two down firmly.

So… I hope I can make Naruto-kun happy too.

"Hello? Shino speaking."

"A-ano… Shino-kun?"

"Hinata? Do you need anything?"

"A-ah… no… well… y-yes… c-could you p-possibly do me a-a favor?"

"What is it?"

"I-I was w-wondering… c-could y-you… p-please…"

Hinata took a deep breath. She wanted to try to say this without stuttering.

"Could you come pick me up?"

"….?"

Hinata felt herself turning red. She hoped he wouldn't misunderstand.

"A-and… um… c-could you please call your S-Special F-Forces? I-I need t-them for… something…"

She regretted her decision more and more as the silence grew. She knew it was a bad idea! She should do it on her own instead of depending on people. She could search by herself. Though he hadn't told her exactly where, he had told her the barest details.

"Sure. I'll pick you up in half an hour or so."

Hinata nearly fell off her chair. He had agreed! Her hand trembled slightly. She was so nervous…

"Hinata?"

"A-ano! S-sorry! Yes! Please! T-thank you!"

"No problem."

Hinata turned off her cell phone. This was so risky. She had never gone out by herself… She made a fist with her hand to stop it from trembling, only to realize her whole body was trembling. She shook her head. No time. She was going to go see Naruto-kun!

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"… and that's how you should conserve your youth! It is the only way! THE FLAME OF YOUTH SHALL ALWAYS BURN!"

Sasuke was going to kill himself.

This sorry excuse for a customer was sitting there BLABBING for two hours now, as Sasuke noted, about the 'flame of youth' or whatever shit he was obsessed with. And he had not bought anything. He was just sitting there on one of the stools on the counter RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM blabbing his ass off. No he wasn't going to kill himself. He was going to kill this loser.

Sasuke looked around for Kakashi. He wasn't anywhere to be seen. He was probably in the lounge sleeping or reading one of his perverted books.

Idiot…

He glanced at the man dressed in a skin tight green material. He shuddered. He would kill Kakashi too for leaving him alone with this… thing.

Willing himself to stop thinking about the green spandex, Sasuke took out his cell phone from the black apron he was wearing. It wasn't even on. Even though he wasn't going to call anyone, he turned it on anyways. If he was lucky, Naruto would call to interrupt him from his job. Maybe. But considering Naruto didn't really have any sense of timing conscious or subconscious, it was unlikely.

Sasuke allowed himself to sneak a look at the counter. He was still there. Sasuke cursed himself for getting a job here. A useless job… barely supports me through college. He nearly crushed his cell phone in his death grip. That wouldn't do him much good though.

No it wouldn't… She needs to call me. I need to tell her the information I need her to search for me…

It had already been a week though. And she hadn't called. It was frustrating. Did she expect him to call her? They had had a date… technically. A fake one though, Sasuke hastily added. A fake date. But why didn't she call?

The first time he had met her, she had seemed like a total ditz. One of those who calls everyone she knows when she meets a cute guy. Or the one that calls right away after a date. Sasuke couldn't remember the last time he HADN'T gotten a call after a date. But it was a fake date. So it was different from a regular date. Although considering her behavior… she would have called at least a week ago.

The vibrating in his apron interrupted his thoughts. Sasuke quickly looked at the words displayed. 'Naruto'. Not her.

Sighing, Sasuke picked up.

"What is it now?"

"Sasuke-teme! I'm lost! HELP ME!"

Sasuke blinked. Naruto had lived here… for how long? Ten years? Shouldn't that be enough for him to know his way?

"Don't joke with me. You've lived here for ten years. You should know your way around here idiot."

"No! I'm serious! I don't know where I am! LISTEN! Just come pick me up or something! I don't have money right now…"

Sasuke paused. Naruto never asked for help. Especially not from him. He must be really lost. Sasuke rubbed his temple. Maybe asking for Naruto to call was too much. Be careful what you wish for… or something like that.

"Just go back the same way you came."

"I… don't remember…"

Sasuke frowned. God, not again. They really needed to upgrade those medications. He glanced again at the man in green spandex. Way to busy talking to another customer to pay attention to him. Sasuke turned his head before the talkative man could strike up a conversation.

"Was it… Kyuubi?"

He could almost see Naruto flinch. He was sensitive about Kyuubi. At first, it seemed stupid to Sasuke to name an entity… but after witnessing it himself, he had to admit that that 'entity' deserved a name.

"I… think so…"

The voice was so faint and little, it sounded like it was from a child. Sasuke undid his apron. Naruto didn't know anyone else. He should probably save that loser before he did something reckless.

"Okay. Where do you think you are?"

Almost immediately, Naruto cheered up.

"Ah… I don't know. There's lots of trees here. And some shops. I wonder if they have ramen shops. I'm hungry…"

Putting his apron away, Sasuke smirked. Typical. He grabbed a sticky note from one of the shelves and wrote a hasty note explaining his absence. Not that Kakashi would really care.

"Describe the roads and landmarks moron."

"I just did! Trees!"

"No… say the ROADS. What ROAD are you on?"

"I don't know! There aren't any signs around!"

Sasuke slapped himself on the forehead. An idiot! No wonder he was lost!

"Ah wait… I see this really big building here… Haruno Hall?"

Sasuke's eyes widened. Haruno Hall? That was far away… His bike didn't have enough gas for that. Leave it up to the idiot to wander that far. He could faintly here Naruto continue talking.

"…Weird name. Anyway yeah, I don't see any signs around… "

Sasuke hung up. He knew where that was. He would have to take the bus.

Meanwhile, Naruto continued to talk.

"Hey! Are you listening Sasuke-teme? Hey! Hey! Did you hang up on me? Hey! Answer me!"

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One hour.

She had been sitting here for one hour… waiting for shoes. From Ino. Who probably never checks her messages. She was stuck in here. Because someone was at a hair appointment. Sakura could be patient. But there was a limit.

She punched the wall. It didn't hurt. Actually, it looked like the wall was cracked.

DAMN YOU INO! ARGH! YOU DID THIS ON PURPOSE! DAMN YOU TO HELL! I WILL KILL YOU! WHERE ARE MY FRIGGIN' SHOES!

Sakura breathed. Breathe deep. Remember yoga. Inner self. Clear your mind. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe…

KILL INO!

…and breathe… calm… be calm… the washroom is okay… it's great… sitting in the washroom… thinking about killing someone…

Sakura banged her head on the counter. This was so boring. It wasn't even funny. She couldn't go outside… but there was something to see or look at outside!

She reached for her cell phone again. She needed her driver. If Ino wasn't coming in an hour, she probably wouldn't come. Period. Instructing her driver to come pick her up, Sakura hobbled out of the washroom.

No one was in the hall connecting the washroom to the exit. Thank god. Sakura tried to walk a little elegantly, but quickly found it impossible to do with a broken heel. Using the wall as her support, she tried to hobble as beautifully as she could. Which was not much.

Outside was a little chilly. Of course. It was nearly midnight. She continued hobbling towards the side entrance, where she had told her driver to pick her up.

Hobble hobble. Slide. Hobble. Slide. Hobble hobble.

Sakura looked around once again. There wasn't anyone who would see her. Everyone was partying inside now anyways, so there was a slim chance of someone coming out to see her. But those annoying paparazzi could be anywhere…

Hobble.

This is so hard! Who would think I would have to walk for so long with a broken heel?

She looked up towards her destination. There was a figure there. It could be her driver ready to escort her. Sakura hobbled faster.

Almost there!

She came closer and closer to the figure standing, and saw perhaps it wasn't her driver. Her driver wouldn't have spiky hair… or even take off his cap for that matter.

But too late. She was tripping.

As she fell, she cursed herself. It was her second time tripping in public. She closed her eyes tightly. Hopefully, it didn't hurt when she made impact.

And so, she lay on the sidewalk on top of a complete stranger. Amazingly, her hair had not come loose by then. She would give credit to that hair dresser. Half standing, Sakura rubbed her knee. That hurt more than I thought it would.

"Hey… you're that cute pink-haired girl from a few weeks ago…"

Cute? Okay. From a few weeks ago? When? Who?

Then she saw his face. The blond hair. Blue eyes. Grinning face. And the unmistakable orange of his t-shirt. It was him. The weirdo with Sasuke.

"YOU!"

Naruto grinned. "Hey." He stood up, brushing his clothes. Sakura was mortified. Of all the people to fall on, HIM!

"Loser. This is where you were."

Both looked up to see Sasuke.

Naruto grinned. "You found me bastard!" Then he remembered the call. "And you hung up on me! That was rude! Show me some respect huh?"

Sasuke smirked. "When you deserve it dead last. Which won't be anytime soon."

"Bastard!"

Sasuke shifted his gaze to the other figure sitting on the side walk. His eyes widened. Pink hair. Sakura noticed also. Both stared for a while.

"You…" they both started.

"You didn't call me!"

They blinked. They had said that at the same time. Sakura took initiative first.

"Why didn't you call me? I thought you needed me or something! And you're supposed to call a girl after a date! Didn't anyone teach you that?"

Naruto looked from Sasuke to Sakura. This was confusing. They had gone on a date? When? They had left him out too? He would have blown up… but looking out their scary faces… it was probably good not to.

"Me? You needed to call me! You're the one who decided this whole thing! You need to take responsibility for it!"

"You should have called! I mean, don't you have my number?"

"I'm busy. Someone with so much time as you should call me. You have my number don't you?"

They paused. They both flipped open their cell phones, scanning through the list of names.

Then, they both faced each other. They had realized the source of their problems.

"I don't have your number!"

Yay! It's done! So IM SO SORRY AGAIN! I know this chapter would suck since I haven't written in a while so I'll apologize again. And just as a heads up, I'll let you know that I don't know when I'll update again. I repeat, I DON'T KNOW WHEN I"LL UPDATE AGAIN! So please don't expect things soon. SORRY! But I really wish you enjoyed this chapter! And thank you if you are reviewing :)