Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto and Naruto Shippuden.

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A/N: I've wanted to write a story involving the elevator. And other stuff that the Narutoverse doesn't have. So here's the result.

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The Lift

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Unlucky yet Lucky

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Sasuke concluded that this was not a good day. His mobile phone decided to die on him. His secretary had an emergency, leaving all her work to an incompetent imbecile. He almost missed a vital meeting with an important client. The deal almost didn't push through due to that. His car got towed all thanks to the stupid parking valet. And for some unknown reason, all of the company cars were not available to drive him back. The cab he rented had a flat tire at exactly two blocks away from his place. While walking at a supposed to be safe side walk – a child decided to hose him with water. And it's his birthday today. Great.

Sasuke Uchiha looked up at the sky. It's an hour after seven in the evening but you can still see hints of orange from the sun. With no stars in sight to calm him, he continued his way inside the building. The doorman was quick to cover up his surprise when he saw him approaching. He tried not to roll his eyes and stride into the opened door.

"Good evening Sir." The doorman greeted as usual. No comment or question on why he's taking the front lobby when he usually uses the elevator from the parking lot. Or why his suit is wet. Good for him, he can still keep his job.

Thankfully the elevator didn't make him wait. He was about to press the button to close the doors when a flash of yellow quickly slid in. Just when he thought he could've the small space all to him. Pushing the button to his floor, he leaned on the left side of the elevator away from the other person.

He closed his eyes only to open it again when he heard someone singing (1). It was the flash of yellow earlier. It was a blonde woman wearing a pale yellow dress. He's not supposed to stare but she's looking at him anyway. She's shorter than him but she doesn't look intimidated. Her blue eyes sparkling. This is the entire fault of his soaked suit. Usually people are scared of him. And he takes pride in that.

"Fly me up to where you are. Beyond the distant star. I wish upon tonight. To see you smile."

He was taken aback when the woman pointed at him and then moved her finger to trace her smiling painted pink lips while singing the last line.

"If only for awhile to know you're there. A breath away's not far. To where you are."

Her song ended in time as the elevator door opened. Sasuke saw that they stopped at the sixteenth floor. Just a floor below his. The blonde woman held the door by the side, preventing it to shut.

"Here." She's holding out a canvas bag to him. He just stared back at her but her grin just widened at him. "Come on, it's not going to explode."

Wanting this to end soon, Sasuke took the bag. It was full of big red tomatoes.

"You look like you could use some fresh cold tomato juice. Just popped it into a juicer and add ice. Trust me; it'll make you feel better." She tilted her head to the side and waved at him as she let the elevator door finally close.

He saw his reflection from the door. He looks nothing like the powerful Uchiha businessman. And yet even though his clothes and his hair are a mess, the thing that shocked him the most was when he noticed that he had a small smile on his face.

Sasuke wasn't expecting this kind of turnaround from this day. He was set dead to just go to sleep and forgo the dinner with his family. Maybe it's not too late to call his brother to pick him up. Plus he doesn't want to find out what will his mother do to him if he didn't go. He looked at the bag of tomatoes on his hand again. But definitely not before making some tomato juice.

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End

July 23, 2012

Happy birthday Sasuke!

1 – Josh Groban's To where you are