Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, or anything even related to Naruto. But I'm working on buying Gaara!

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Sakura Haruno groaned at her best friend, Ino. "Why are we doing this again?" she asked, rolling her eyes as Ino Yamanaka booted up Sakura's old computer.

"Because! You need to get someone else, instead of wallowing in self pity for what happened with Sasuke!" Ino replied smartly.

Sakura frowned. Ino was trying to make her got on an online chat room to get a date. After what had happened with Sasuke, she was willing to try anything to get her mind off him. Ino didn't seem to be having any trouble coping, but Sakura guessed that must've been because of Shikamaru. Maybe it would help her if she got a boyfriend.

"Okay, fine. But are you sure this is safe?" Sakura said worriedly.

"Oh, puh-lease! It's totally safe!" That much Sakura doubted. But since Ino seemed so gung-ho about doing this, Sakura just shrugged.

"Whatever."

Finally, the computer was loaded. Ino clicked on the Internet Explorer and logged on to Sakura's AIM account, cherryblossom123.

"Ok, now, we just click on this chat room-" Ino did likewise, "and wait for hot guys to IM you! It's that easy!"

Sakura grimaced. This plan didn't sound very good to her.

"Ino… C'mon! This isn't safe! Why don't we just paint our nails and watch a movie instead?" Sakura pleaded. Ino sighed.

"Fine… Since you're a chicken…" Ino grinned slyly. Now Sakura wouldn't back down. She hated being shown up by Ino. But this time, Ino was wrong.

"Ino!" Sakura raised her voice.

"Fine! God! What's wrong with you, Sakura? I just wanted to help you!" Ino retorted angrily.

"You just don't understand, Ino! The key to a happy life isn't a hot guy!" Sakura yelled.

"Of course it is," Ino said, as if by even suggesting such a thing made Sakura a dimwit.

"I don't want to talk to you anymore, Ino!" Sakura yelled, tears pricking her eyes. "Get out!"

"Fine!" Ino ran out the door, slamming it behind her. As soon as Ino was gone, Sakura let the tears flow free. As she curled into a little ball on her bed, wracking sobs penetrated her slim figure. What was wrong with her? Crying over a guy? Granted, he wasn't just any guy, but Sasuke was a guy, nonetheless. Sakura straightened and brushed away the tears impatiently. She was going to forget him!

A beeping interrupted Sakura's thoughts, startling her.

"What was that?" She asked herself.

There is was again. That beeping sound. Sakura turned her head around to look at the computer. Someone was IM-ing her!

ScarletNinja: Hey

ScarletNinja: You there?

Sakura hastily typed an answer.

CherryBlossom123: Hi

ScarletNinja: So what are you doing in here?

CherryBlossom123: Um, do I know you?

ScarletNinja: I don't think so… I was just wondering why you were in here, when you had such a pretty name.

CherryBlossom123: Well, my friend wanted me to come in here… She wanted me to meet a guy, so I wouldn't have to think about this other one. But I was just leaving.

ScarletNinja: But you have met a guy, haven't you?

CherryBlossom123: Who?

ScarletNinja: Me.

Sakura blushed. This guy didn't seem so bad. Maybe it'd be okay to just talk to him for a bit.

CherryBlossom123: I guess I have. So what's your name?

ScarletNinja: You may call me Hideo. And yours?

CherryBlossom123: Sakura.

ScarletNinja: I should have guessed:-)

Just then Sakura's mom called down from their kitchen.

"Sakura! Time for dinner!"

CherryBlossom123: Oh, I have to go! Talk to you later?

ScarletNinja: Of course. Add me to you buddy list?

CherryBlossom123: Definitely. Bye!

ScarletNinja: Goodbye, Sakura.

Sakura logged off and ran downstairs for dinner, feeling happy for the first time since Sasuke had died.

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Ooo! Cliffhanger, hanging from a cliff! Sorry I had to kill Sasuke off, but it'll make the story more interesting! So... can anyone guess who ScarletNinja is? There are a few clues, but it might be tricky. I will give you this: Hideo is NOT his name, and his is an existing Naruto character. Heh, review, please!