Dancing Dawn

Author: AnimaAmore

Summary: Sakura Haruno teaches dance, her childhood passion, to pay for her education as a med student, her childhood dream and ambition. When school is out for vacation, she travels all over the world to learn and share the diverse dances and medicinal practices of each country. However, when her job takes her to Japan she never expects to come face to face with Asia's most popular boy band, Akatsuki; famous for their unique and catchy sounds and their extremely talented, exotic, wild band members, who are totally badass. Or are they? As Sakura becomes more and more emerged in the world of Akatsuki, she realizes just what the price of being an idol is; with jealous and possessive fans, competitive rivals, the constant paparazzi, and two-faced friends who are willing to betray you for the right price. And on top of all that, there is another pressing matter altogether: when you live in the spotlight, are you really living? And depending on that answer, is there room for love?

Rating: T for language

Genre(s): Romance, Adventure, Music, Humor, Action, Suspension, Drama

Type of Fanfic: Modern AU, partly a songfic

Pairing(s): Akatsuki x Sakura (main), SakuxMulti, includes minor other pairings

Disclaimer: Naruto and all its characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto. This story, however, is mine.

*IMPORTANT!* Author Comment(s): I just got this idea, so here I am, writing it. However, this isn't the first chapter of the story; it's a preview, if you will. So here's the deal: I should probably mention that I have planned the story about halfway, but I don't know who Sakura will end up with. That means YOU, the readers, will get to vote on that! So don't forget to vote and leave a comment if you like!

Please Read, Review, and Enjoy!

As I listened to Tsunade and Ino bicker back and forth about whose idea of what my life would be like here in Japan was the best and more likely through the phone, I laughed quietly to myself so as to not disturb the other guests; highly amused. Leave it to my best friend and my mother figure and teacher to think about those things.

They really need to lay off those romance novels. I was a seventeen-year-old med school nerd with a passion for figuring out the puzzles of the human body in order to help someone, and an amateur dancer who taught eight-year-olds how to spin and jump to the beat without getting dizzy, and also hopefully get them to enjoy doing that as much as me. I was not a tragic heroine whom gorgeous, wealthy and adventurous men fawned over.

Knowing that it would be awhile before the two blondes, who were in Australia as part of a program to study stem cells (and pet koalas, at least in Ino's part), would calm down enough for me to get my voice in the discussion, I decided to look around the modest, though beautiful, hotel I was staying at. It was truly beautiful, with its very traditional decor.

My attention shifted from admiring the place to the front entrance of the hotel, where a bell chimed signalling that guests had arrived. I saw a big group of eleven people come in, and I thought that if they are one group instead of different ones who arrived simultaneously, I don't care if there are fifty of them so long they don't play their guitars, which I saw strapped to some of their backs, with the amps all the way turned up.

I watched with mild curiosity when a foreign feeling hit me. I looked around, and identified the strange feeling of mystery, danger, and power that claimed unmistakeable attraction towards the group of new guests.

As I watched, I identified a single male from the group, simply because he was looking at me while the rest of the group had their backs to me. I held back a gasp.

I knew him. Not personally, but I knew who he was. How many times had I seen his face and that of his companions on countless advertisements, in magazines and posters all over the city since I arrived here? How many times had I heard their name in the radio and TV? In the paper? He was part a band that was the number one most popular band in Japan, Asia, and, critics predicted, soon the world.

Akatsuki.

Itachi Uchiha kept looking at me, and his mouth curved into a tiny smirk.

I almost smacked myself. Of course! Sasuke Uchiha, Itachi Uchiha. They were brothers! Man did I feel smart. But that wasn't the only thing I felt, as the feeling was overridden by the eldest Uchiha's steady gaze on me, captivating me with those eyes.

Without looking away from him, I reached for my phone and placed it near my lips. "Ino? I'll call you back," I said, and clicked the 'end call' button before she could answer. My senses were never wrong, and they were telling me something was up.

Before I knew it, the Akatsuki were done signing in.

And all of them were looking straight at me.