Fated
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"The Breakup was three weeks ago. It's time to hit the club Sakura and get over Sasuke." Is what Ino had said; and I could understand that. But this? This was just ridiculous. Men shouldn't be allowed to come kissing unsuspecting girls!
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I don't own Naruto. But I sure as Hell enjoy playing with them.
Mellow Lellow
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I know that somewhere in the Universe exists my perfect soulmate -- but looking for him is much more difficult than just staying at home and eating more chocolate.
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New Journal Entry:
Title: Oh Puh-Lease…
Mood: Aggravated
Listening To: This club will be closed in three weeks (we can hope, yes?)
Reading: Text messages from the Pig
Watching: Just the time, darling
Playing: With my hair. Omgwhyisitdoingthistome?
For once, I'm starting to think that Ino's current plan isn't so great. (Oh yes, I went there) But seriously, going out to a club, right now, sounds like the farthest thing I want to be doing tonight. Sure its been, what, three weeks since The Breakup? but I just don't feel in the mood to, as Ino stated, "Get back in the game." Uhm, hello, no thank you. I promise I won't wax poetically about how shattered my poor unfortunate heart is, er, any more. Puh-lease. Now I'm just pissed. Seriously, Letting me find out through facebook?! Hell hath no wrath, bitch. Right…Sorry…again. But really, three weeks isn't that long, I may be mad, but it still hurts. You know? It feels a bit too soon, is it too soon? But, when is too soon?? Psh. This sucks royally. Ohmygawd but what if I wait too long? Then he's gonna find some slut to hang off his arm while I wilt away in a corner pathetically; alot like the roses he got me for my birthday… And then I'll end up dying alone and miserable, also, like the roses he got me for my birthday…(And Ino, don't even say it. I already know I have a flare for the dramatics. It's what makes me fabulous, darling). But really, which one sounds more horrible? Right, do I even need to ask?
Tch, dating sucks.
I swear off men.
We're going to the club girlfriend.
Let's break some hearts.
And get absolutely, positively, fabulously Smashed.
Ta-Ta my Lovelies
~Saku
9 Comments / Previous Journal Entries
RisingDragon10-10~
Hey! Wait! Why was I not invited?? What the hell…
HinaHime03~
Oh poor Sakura. Don't give up yet! uhm, movie night tomorrow? I'll bring the ice cream.
FoxyAwesomeLoverBoy7~
Ne, Sakura? Can me and the Teme come too?
BabyBlueEyedBlonde~
…The Hell….NO
FoxyAwesomeLoverBoy7~
…WHYYYYYYYYY????
BabyBlueEyedBlonde~
Why do you think she needs to get out??
FoxyAwesomeLoverBoy7~
…oh.
BabyBlueEyedBlonde~
Exactly
WindGoddessTema~
HELL YEA! Party Time!
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I suppose I should have known that when Ino said we were going to a club tonight, that I should have known it was going to be the loudest, ritziest, crowded, and most conspicuous club in town. Of course, such is to be expected of any establishment titled Panache. How completely ridiculous. Of course, in typical Ino fashion, we arrived dressed to the nine's in attire that should most definitely not be worn anywhere but for clubbing. But I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy every minute of it.
Despite the insufferable amount of people clambering for space, Panache easily had the most spectacular dance floor I had ever seen. Not to mention their drinks were positively divine. I made sure to get myself a nice Sex on the Beach. I mean, Hello, how could I not?
A good amount of alcohol and some much needed time dancing away all the heartache and stress that had built up in my system over the last few weeks, and I was feeling heavenly albeit a bit tired.
I have to hand it to Ino. The girl knows how to throw one hell of a girls night out. By the end of the night I felt thoroughly sloshed and danced out. Regrettably, though, Panache insists onblasting their music two decibels too high to be healthy for my eardrums, and I was forming an incredible headache to say the least. Seriously, three hours of pounding techno at this degree have got to be on so many levels of bad. I began to weave my way off the crowded dance floor. With this headache, there was no way I was going to allow anyone to 'grind' up against me. Yeah, I think not.
I had lost sight of Ino and the girls hours ago. Regardless, I craned my neck, scanning the establishment for signs of the others. Of course, drunken dancers and pulsing strobe lights aren't exactly what I'd call beneficial, in my searching endeavor.
New Text Message To:
Ino
TenTen
Temari
Hinata
Text:
Where r u guys? I'm getting a massive headache. Rdy to go?
Send
Ah modern technology. I couldn't help but marvel the helpfulness of my beautifully fabulous red EnV2 that I was currently equipped with, which also, I should note, went marvelously with my pink hair. It was at times like these that I truly treasured it.
Five minutes later, I realized that my texting efforts to reach my still partying friends had proven futile. Le sigh. I suppose that means I'll be left to my own devices (sadly not technological) in finding my friends.
Alright Sakura darling. Finding them will be a piece of cake! You're a smart girl. First order of business is to get to the edge of the room. Chya! Then maybe find a chair to stand on. Or….uh…
"…"
I cringed at my pathetic try at a self pep talk. It didn't work anyway. I let loose another sigh, my impatience rising as I began making my way towards the back of the large room. As I drew nearer, I noticed the back wall held a wide, roped off entrance, leading to, most likely, the VIP rooms. A sinking feeling developing in my stomach.
If you know Ino Yamanaka, like I know Ino Yamanaka, then you know that she has an incredible knack at getting into anything VIP.
Because, Sakura dear, everyone should know that Ino Yamanaka is one, Very Important Person.
Important my ass.
I tried to peer into the room as inconspicuously as possible, as one can, when you have pink hair. To my dismay, the lights were even dimmer in there, if that was even possible. Luck was not on my side. I sighed for what felt like the millionth time in the past ten minutes.
I could feel my headache intensifying. Groaning inwardly I turned to try and find one of the other girls. I made it about half a step before I ran into someone's ridiculously hard chest.
"Ah, sorr…..y…." I trailed off pathetically, because of the sight before me. I swear I just ran into what could be considered the hottest man I have ever seen in my life. Ohmygod it should be illegal for a man to be that sexy. Oh, my god. I stared up into the darkest pair of eyes I have ever seen; I swear they were pitch black. Is that even possible? And don't even get me started on his hair. Kami, I'd kill for hair that beautiful.
I must have been gaping, because he oh-so nonchalantly raised an eyebrow and smirked at me. Like he knew I knew he was the hottest man I had ever seen. I swear he oozed smugness. He didn't even say anything, but his eyes practically yelled, "Yes, I know I am just that hot". His arrogance made my eye twitch in irritation.
Well geez, it's his own damn fault for being drop dead gorgeous. Of course a girl's gonna stop and stare.
Tch. What-ever.
I rolled my eyes and huffed at him. I think if I stay around him for much longer I'll end up either punching him in the face or jumping him. I was really undecided on which option I liked better. I shook my head, trying to stop where my mind was going, unaware that oh-so-sexy-and-egotistical-man was still staring at me with a curious expression.
Once again I turned to walk away, sidestepping said man to leave. I think I actually made it a full step this time before an arm shot out, wrapping around my waist and pulling me, once again, to his ridiculously hard chest. This man was seriously fit.
But more prominently, I was going between attempting to quiet down the part of me that was cackling in glee, and wondering exactly what the hell he thought he was doing. I suddenly froze as I felt his lips ghosting over the shell of my ear.
"Where do you think you're going?" he whispered huskily into my ear in a deep, velvety rumble that, I swear, should not be allowed.
All thought left my brain as a shiver ran up my spine, my knees suddenly going weak. I swear I would have collapsed right there on the floor if he hadn't been holding me up.
It just isn't fair. It isn't fair that with just that simple action this man that I've never met in my life could have such a dramatic effect on me. It made me want to stomp my foot and throw a tantrum like a child.
I felt his chest rumble as he let loose a low chuckle. I'm guessing he could sense my distress, and it amused him.
Excuse me? Oh, hell no. No way am I letting him laugh at me eyes narrowed as I raised my head to meet his amused gaze. I glared back at his smirk.
"Would you mind unhanding me….please?" I ground out through gritted teeth, leaving no doubt of sarcasm dripping on the thrown in pleasantry.
He cocked his head to the side, studying me with his smug, sexy, irritating face. But his eyes held a dark, dangerous glint that made me instantly wary and on edge.
"Hn."
That was all the warning I got as he lifted my chin while simultaneously twining his other hand into the hair at the base of my neck, drawing me into a hot, passionate kiss that held far more heat and hunger than I would ever like to admit. My mind went unhelpfully blank as he pressed my body flush against his own. Lust clouded my eyes as I instinctively began reciprocating the hot kiss. I gasped as he pushed me against a wall I don't even remember being by, and he took advantage of my surprise to plunge his tongue into my open mouth, exploring the hot cavern. I let loose a low moan. I couldn't help it, really I couldn't. He was a damn goodkisser.
Then as quickly as it had all started, he broke the kiss, taking half a step back. The smug look of self-satisfaction dancing in his eyes. Before I could even react he leaned in, nipping my earlobe.
"Let's do this again, sometime, shall we?" He whispered, smirking while simultaneously sticking a slip of paper down the front of my blouse. And with that he swept off, lost in a crowd of people before I could even register what had just happened. When it did, it crashed down all around me and in perfect clarity.
I let loose a strangled cry as I slumped to the floor.
What, The HELL?!