I dont own Naruto.

Chapter One.

"When was the last time you did something for the first time?"

He honestly had no idea how he even ended up here. One moment he was across town in his office in the financial district. Filing swiftly through his piles of paperwork and making sure different things were ready for meetings that were scheduled the next day and then the next… he was here.

He didn't really know what had come over him. He could have went anywhere but for some reason he found himself venturing across the city in shitty weather to a neighborhood that he hadn't visited since he was in his early years of university. The dark haired young man cracked his neck and situated himself in one of the soft chairs that was in the back of the little quaint café that his best friend ran. The room was comforting, all in warm colors, stone floors and the chairs were patched and for just a moment he was seriously concerned about his friend's sexuality. A fireplace was lit to the left of the room with more couches and chairs surrounding it. Tables littered the room in more intimate places and a coffee table was placed in front of his and the other adjoining chair that was situated right in front of huge bay windows. He had been sitting there for god knew how long, slouched with his long fingers tangled in the lose strands of his hair.

Sitting so long he didn't notice the person who approached him and sat down next to him in the other arm chair that was identical to his. He just kept staring out the rain splattered windows and watched the vehicles rush by him.

"You know, sometimes when I'm down I come here and I just watch the cars drive by and imagine what their lives are like." A female voice said breaking the silence and his thoughts.

He blinked slowly and turned to face the person that the voice belonged too. He was slightly shocked at her appearance. She was dressed in a camo jacket that had different patches scattered all over it, fish net stockings, worn boots and shorts that looked like they had a homemade patch job. The most shocking part of all wasn't her clothes or strange style but it was the bright fluorescent fuchsia hair that was piled into a bun on top of her head. She wasn't wearing makeup though, except for the little bit of coal that lined her vivid green eyes. He let his eyes scan her, not really hiding that he was checking her out. She had a worn messenger bag by her feet that was filled with text books.

University student, he thought.

His eyes focused in on the different colored splatters of what looked like paint on her worn boots and arched one of his groomed eyebrows.

Art University student, he corrected.

Keeping his face blank he turned his attention away from her and back to the window. A purple minivan slowly drove past the establishment and he could hear the girl next to him sigh.

"For example," She began, "That minivan has a mother and her two children in it. They are extremely happy, and they are traveling on their way to the university across town to surprise one of her older children. She wants to take her child who makes her so proud to their favorite restaurant where their father will eventually attend also surprising the college student."

The man had slowly turned his attention back to the ridiculous girl and listened. His original plan had been just to look at her with an exasperated look and then get up and move. But the dreamy look on her face as she stared out the thick panes of glass had him listening to her story.

"The college student," She continued as she casted a look at him, "is from a small village to the north. It's always very rainy and stormy and it was an amazing feat for them to get into the university here. Their parents are super proud. In fact –"

"What is said person majoring in?" He asked, interrupting her.

The girl let a small smile come to her lips, letting a bit of her straight teeth shine through her shiny gloss. Biting her lip, she dramatically looked up at the ceiling in thought.

"I wanna say Drama." She said finally, adding "after all Konoha University is very well known for their drama department."

He shook his head and rolled his eyes.

"No influential family in their right mind would agree to let their heir go to Konoha University for something as ridiculous as Drama."

The girl didn't say anything for a few moments before chuckling and shaking her head. A few stray pink hairs falling from her loosely pinned hair.

"Well," She grinned, "Those families are obviously an extremely boring."

"Please." He said as he rested his chin on his palm.

"Well let's say that this person originally went to school for something big, like accounting. But tried a Drama class for the first time and fell in love."

He blinked and let her continue.

"That woman driving that minivan is extremely proud that her child found something that made them so happy."

"That's ridiculous."

She frowned at him for a moment before leaning in close to him, their face a few inches apart.

"It's not ridiculous. Tell me, when was the last time you tried something for the first time? And loved it?"

He stared at her for a long moment, never breaking eye contact with her before he heard his best friends cough. Breaking contact he turned his attention away from the absurd girl and focused all of it on the blond haired man who was looking unsteadily at the both of them.

"Itachi." The blond nodded toward the dark haired man. Itachi nodded back before throwing an annoyed look at the pink haired girl. She just laughed and picked up her book bag from the floor.

"I'll see you later Itachi. It was quite swell chatting with you." She smiled, she waved a small wave at the blond before maneuvering around him and left the warm room.

"Who was that?" Itachi asked immediately, throwing Deidara slightly off guard. Glancing back at the exit that she had left through, he shrugged.

"Her name is Sakura. She's actually pretty cool, although she doesn't usually just sit down next to people and talk to them."

"What does she usually do?" Itachi asked, his eyes still focused on the exit.

Deidara shrugged again, and changed the topic.

"What's going on Itachi? Why are you here? You never come here."

This time it was Itachi's turn to shrug his shoulders. He had no desire to share what was going on in his mind. It was just that, his. He couldn't really answer his best friend's questions either. He really didn't know why he was there, sitting in this chair. He had no idea why he had actually entertained the pink haired girl, Sakura for as long as he did. He didn't typically do that. Usually if they didn't look somewhat normal he didn't bother with them. He wasn't his little brother, which if memory served, had a friend who liked to dabble in crazy hair colors. He didn't know why he didn't walk to his favorite watering hole instead of driving thirty minutes through traffic to this hipster hangout.

"I don't know Dei." Itachi said, after a few silent moments. "I don't know."


It was rather normal for Sakura to walk into her house with all the lights on, with someone crashed on her couch, the television blaring and someone going through her fridge. Having the friends that she had, she had come to accept their strange tendencies. Naruto one known for being extremely lazy, he rarely ever liked to go home to his own apartment and Sasuke, well he just didn't like the restrictions of his own home. He was the only one in the small group that lived with his parents, and most of the time he liked to drop in on Sakura to get away from them. A few times he had even brought his mother over.

Fumbling with her house keys she carefully balanced the paper sacks of groceries in her arms as she unlocked the door and kicked it open. If she kept that up pretty soon she was sure that she would have to replace the old thing. She was starting to notice the dents in it. Her bad.

Rolling her eyes, she maneuvered into her clean kitchen and dropped the bags onto the kitchen island and glared at her dark haired best friend who currently had his nose in her fridge looking for food.

"Don't people feed you at your house?"

Sasuke gave her a half assed smirk before shutting the refrigerator door before heading over to the island to help her unload the groceries.

"So what are you making?" He asked as he eyed the tomatoes being unloaded.


He nodded and grabbed the 2-liters of soda and put them up before moving back to the island and grabbing a tomato. He winked at the annoyed pinkette and made his way into the living area. Kicking his best friend in the ass, effectively waking him up, he sat down on the plush piece of furniture.

Two years ago he hadn't ever thought that he would be sitting in the house of a girl he couldn't stand. She had had to of been one of the most insufferable girls that he had ever met. Beating the spot for his older brother's new girlfriend by like a mile. And that was an accomplishment. He could still recall the day that she had first arrived at their school. Naruto had instantly taken a liking to her but he had found her really dull. She barely ever spoke, and when she did her Japanese was so broken he couldn't stand it. Naruto knowing English a bit better than the rest of them had a better time with understanding what she was saying. He didn't actually speak to her until Naruto invited her to a party at his house. She had been quiet but eventually she had begun to laugh and open up to the rest of the group, and within a couple years her presence soon turned from annoying to welcome and they began to bond. Without even realizing it, he had found himself showing up at her house in the middle of the night after he had a fight with his older brother, and each time she would just smile and let him inside. He'd always sleep in one of the many spare rooms upstairs, and she would always disappear to the room at the end of the hallway. It wasn't until later that he learned what that room was.

He had to admit though, her house was pretty awesome and for her only being twenty-two it was impressive that she even owned a home as grand at this one. Her house was two stories, with hardwood floors. The kitchen looked like it was shaped like one that was usually featured in those American magazines that he could sometimes find lying around the house. Her video game collection and anime collection was intense along with her American television series collection, and before her he had never even heard of some of the shows, but as soon as he sat down to watch some of them he had been hooked. The same with Naruto. That could possibly be another reason as to why they both practically lived there.

He nudged Naruto again and listened to Sakura bang pans around as she looked for the specific one that she needed. He had put the TV on mute so that he could still hear her if she decided to speak to him. Typically when she cooked she just lost herself into her own world, not speaking that much unless she needed something and he was close to it. Naruto let out a loud snore and Sasuke rolled his eyes in annoyance.

He swore the idiot could sleep through anything.

Getting up from his spot he made his way back into the kitchen and watched as Sakura fried the hamburger and started to chop up the tomatoes. Taking a large bite out of the one he had stolen, he sat there in silence with her as she hummed a tune to herself. A small smile plastered on serenely on her face.


The storm was fierce. He could hear wind howling and the rain slamming against his bedroom windows, typically nights like these would comfort him and lure him into a blissful, dreamless sleep. But for some reason tonight it wasn't working like that. He had stayed at the café for an hour or so after the fuchsia haired girl had left. But she hadn't left his mind since their conversation, her words repeating over and over in his mind.

When was the last time you tried something for the first time?

He couldn't remember. Everything in his life was always planned. Everything was always scheduled out, every minute, every hour, of every day. He seriously couldn't remember the last thing he did for the first time. He didn't usually go out of his comfort zone to do other things. He usually did just what was expected of him and moved on. He had become CEO of his father's company at the young age of twenty-three, ultimately retiring his father from the position. But that didn't stop his father from still working, still prying into his life. He still had to deal with his father's opinions and ideas every day. Half the meetings that Itachi held, his father was there overseeing everything. Being the heir to the large Uchiha Empire was a lot of work. It didn't help that for him being the age that he was he also got a lot of publicity. Reporters always wanted to follow him around, and for a while there he had been featured in the tabloids a ridiculous amount, but that was all before he entered a relationship with his girlfriend Kimi. Well now fiancé.

Maybe that was what was making him feel like he was losing it. He was only twenty-eight, and he felt like his life was ending. He was being basically forced to marry a woman that he wasn't entirely sure about, and he hadn't been on a vacation in what seemed like years. Actually, he recalled, the last vacation he had been on was when he was twenty-two when he went to Hawaii with Deidara and Kisame for spring break. That was when he had tried surfing for the first time, and loved it. They had promised each other that they would go back the year after and do it again, but shortly after that, Itachi had graduated and started to train to take over his father's position. He hadn't been able to make that become a reality.

A sense of accomplishment came over Itachi as he crossed his arms behind his head and let his girlfriend wrap her arm around his bare chest. He finally remembered the last time he did something for the first time.


Sakura bobbed her head to the music that pulsating through her headphones. She had been at this homework for the past few hours. She had went through at least three cups of coffee and could feel the energetic buzz shoot through her veins. She was pretty sure that she had over done the whole caffeine thing.

She dropped her pencil and cracked her knuckles before dropped her head onto the hard wood table with a soft thud. College really shouldn't be this hard, what would she ever use this type of math for? Honestly, she wasn't going to be a rocket scientist. All she wanted to do was draw and paint. Maybe be an art teacher. Last time she checked she didn't need this level of algebra for that.

"God." She grumbled into the table.

"He's not real." A deep voice said suddenly.

Sakura jumped out of her seat and stumbled and tripped over the legs of the chair before landing on the ground. Clutching her chest she shot a glare at the tall man standing over her. She growled a bit to herself as she helped herself up, annoyed that the man had caused her to fall and didn't even bother to help her up. Dusting herself off, she got a good look at him and was surprised to see that it was Itachi from a few days ago. Cocking her head she looked at him curiously.

"Who's not real?" she asked as she straightened the stool that she had been sitting on and slid back onto it.

"God. Deities. Those things." He murmured.

"Well that is your opinion. You cannot deny that there is something out there." She replied back amused.

"I can."

"You might deny it now, but someday you will know exactly what I mean." She clarified.

He stood there for a few moments, shuffling in his expensive shoes.

"Would you like to sit down?" She asked, gesturing to the vacant seat opposite from her. Without saying anything he sat down, and continued to stare. After a few moments, Sakura looked up from her papers and smiled nervously.

"Is there something you need?"

He nodded, and a few more moments passed by.

"And that would be?"

"I remembered."

"Remember what?" She asked, picking back up her pencil and trying again at the problems that were giving her the most trouble.

"The last time I did something for the first time."

Sakura stopped moving her pencil and slowly moved her attention away from her notebook to the man that was sitting in front of her. He was dressed in a crisp suit, he was definitely not from her world. She could tell by his posture and how well-groomed he was. She gently sat her pencil down on her notebook and closed it. Giving him her full attention.

"And what was it?"

"I went surfing in Hawaii with Deidara and our other friend." He said nonchalantly.

Sakura nodded and picked up her messenger bag and returned her books to it.

"How long ago was it?" she asked as she picked up her coffee and took a drink.

"About…" He paused for a moment, "six years ago."

She choked a bit and coughed and looked up at him incredulously.

"Wait. You haven't done something new in six years?"

He shook his head and glanced at the exit and looked at his watch.

"Do you have to be somewhere?" She asked and he nodded briskly. Sliding off her chair she grabbed her messenger bag and motioned for him to follow. "I have to get to work, but you can walk a bit with me."

Itachi stood there for a moment before letting a small smirk come to his lips and shook his head.

"No, I have to be across town. I just wanted to tell you that."

She paused for a moment before slowly sliding a flyaway behind her ear.

"You came all the way here to tell me that you remembered the last time you tried something new?"

Itachi stilled for a moment and Sakura watched as he went from being cool, too embarrassed, to cool again. He reached up and ran his hands through his hair for a moment before speaking again.

"I'm sorry. I don't know why I came all this way to bother you. I don't know what came over me."

Sakura smiled for a moment as he shifted uncomfortably in front of her.

"You're okay." She said finally. "Maybe it's a part of you that wants to experience something."

He only shrugged.

"Well, have you ever went wine tasting?" She asked, readjusting her shoulder strap on her shoulder.

He quirked an eyebrow at her and nodded.

"Okay, lemme think." She said and clicked her tongue a few times in thought, "Have you been to an arcade? Like a legit old school arcade?"

He stood silent for a moment before shaking his head no. Sakura grinned, showing off her perfect teeth.

"Well, keep Saturday open, Ill meet you here at 7 pm don't be late." She winked and turned on her heel and left the room, leaving the dark haired Uchiha there trying to figure out how exactly he had went from telling her that he wasn't a wet blanket to making a date with her. His girlfriend wouldn't be pleased.

Looking away from the exit he noticed his best friend leaning against one of the beams, shaking his head at him.

"What?" Itachi asked, an annoyed edge in his tone.

"You're going right?"

Rolling his eyes, Itachi walked out of the café leaving his best friend laughing silently behind him and thoughts of the pink haired girl bothering him even worse than before.


AN: Sooo, this is technically a rewrite of This Is Where We All Come From. I decided that the original story just wasnt going right, so I decided to go for a different take. I like this one a lot better.

I wanna thank Animelover171 for spotting the flaws in this. :D