Notes: This WAS a oneshot. Was.

Title: Exchange Student
Genre: Fluff/Romance
Author: i.Datt/dattabayo (lj)
Original prompt by: cuito (lj)
Summary: In which she is an exchange student from Suna, and he can't figure her out. SasuSaku. AU.

Sasuke smirked as his locker opened with a click! on his first try.

Next to him, his (ugh...did he have to say it?) best friend swore loudly, having tried (and failed) more than eight times to get his combo right.

As usual.

It looked like sophomore year was going to be a breeze (also as usual).

(As long as Sasuke could keep his mob of fangirls (he sighed bitterly) from ripping his shirt to pieces.)

That is, until she walked by.

Normally, Sasuke wouldn't have so much as turned his head, but the scent that drifted under his nose was...

Wow.

Sasuke inhaled deeply, quickly becoming intoxicated. The aroma seemed to be coming from his left.

He heard a click!.

He turned his head, and was greeted with a most unusual (yet...somewhat pleasing) sight.

The attractant of his attention was a girl with short pink hair, thin wire glasses, huge shining emerald (they weren't green...they were way too dark to be green) eyes, and an abnormally wide forehead.

Oh, and the shockers didn't end there.

Sasuke (Sasuke, of all people!) noticed that, for all her strangeness, this girl wasn't too bad looking.

(A snide voice in the back of his head breathed, "HOT!", but he ignored it.)

As the teenage Uchiha boy watched her, he noticed as few key movements that set her apart from other girls his age.

1. She didn't wear make-up,

2. She wore shorts instead of skirts,

3. She tossed and ran fingers through her hair to get it out of the way, not caring what her hair looked like after wards,

4. There was no mirror in her locker,

And 5. She hadn't noticed him at all.

From these observations Sasuke deducted that this girl was not a fangirl.

(He almost sighed in relief - but something stopped him.)

Now that he thought about it, he'd never seen her in school before, or even Konoha, for that matter.

Just as he began to dig deeper into his memory, trying to recall if he had ever seen this girl before ever, she felt his stare, and turned to face him. She smiled.

And God, just...wow.

She frekkin' sparkled.

"Yes?" she asked sweetly, her large eyes staring into his own.

"Who are you?" Sasuke asked dazedly, not aware of how rude he sounded.

Suddenly, the girl's brow furrowed and hip cocked, eyes narrowing. He had obviously said the wrong thing.

"It's common courtesy to give your name first," she said bitterly.

"Uchiha Sasuke." This girl was getting more and more interesting.

Her eyes went from narrow and annoyed to wide and curious. Sasuke cocked an eyebrow. What a mood swing.

"Oh," the girl breathed in realization. She leaned forward slightly, pointing at him, her large green eyes staring into his. "You're the guy all those girls were squealing about. They talk about you like you're God or something." Sasuke rolled his eyes.

Surprisingly, the girl did not let out a fangirl shriek, but instead crossed her arms in front of her chest. "You don't seem very god-like to me."

Once again, Sasuke arched an eyebrow. This girl...She was very strange. "Hn."

The girl smiled again. "I'm Haruno Sakura, by the way. I'm an exchange student from Suna. Nice to meet you." She stuck out her hand.

And for the first time with a girl, Sasuke took it. But, instead of shaking it firmly, he brought it to his lips.

"It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Sakura."

Sakura blushed, her eyes large and surprised but flattered. The pink shade around her cheek area made her seem all the more strange but attractive. Sasuke smirked, and slowly let go of her hand.

Before either could say anything, the bell rang.

"Damn," Sakura said, hoisting her bag onto her shoulder hurriedly. She flashed him a pretty grin. "See you around, Sasuke-san."

Sasuke nodded, stunned by the lack of the addition of the -kun suffix to his name. "Yeah."

Sakura smiled again, and walked past him, leaving the same aroma of fresh flower petals behind. He turned and watched her go. Mentally, he made himself a goal.

He, Uchiha Sasuke, would make sure that, by the end of term, the -kun suffix would have become one of Haruno Sakura's habits.

Next to him, Naruto let out a low whistle. "Dang, Sasuke-teme, who's your hot girlfriend?"

Sasuke's pale face gained a pink tint, but he did not reply as he silently followed Sakura's path to homeroom.

This was going to be a VERY interesting year.

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tbc

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