Disclaimed, and rewritten.

Amidst the ocean of eyes,

you will meet your soulmate,

just like Leo is for Aries

. . .

Blind Date!

by: you are my math

I was six, when she was born.

x.

Ino is devious, she should've known that from the start of their kindergarten years.

She likes to mismatch, matchmake, and delve into somebody else's business ever since she knows her. But the thing is, she likes to think past of that fact, and considers her as her very dearest friend despite of everything she's done. After all, she has been with her since they are fours, and learning the hopscotch, and simple Japanese symbols.

"Which part of the word no, you did not understand?"

Ino leans on her right, gaze staying still against emeralds. "The word itself, my friend." She points out.

Sakura slams her locker with a loud thud, after she stuff almost her props for the upcoming school festival in it, rolling her eyes at her friend's nonsensical reply. She hangs the bag—which she borrows from the student council that morning—on her shoulder securely, as though ready to leave the scene before her. She doesn't want another go of argument; she's had enough of it from their philosophy teacher a while ago.

"You're losing the fun."

She hears her friend coos unsuccessfully. She turns around to the cafeteria, all while ignoring her friend's tracks following hers.

"I don't think it's a bad thing at all," Ino insists in her singsong tone, and the pinkette throws the blonde a narrowing look, before she proceeds on the counter to buy three pieces of rice cakes. "...really." Ino continues shortly, as though she's been interrupted by her best friend's sincere look of exasperation.

"You didn't make your own?" The blonde says, drifting the subject temporarily when she sees the straight A's classmate of hers buys herself three pieces of rice balls.

Sakura merely shrugs, "too busy to make some." When she gets her change, she looks over to search for an empty table among the crowd of noisy student buzzing together about dates, boys, and everything between on a particular place inside the cafeteria.

"What are you filling up on your plate nowadays?" The blonde asks, sitting across Sakura's, as soon as she has found some empty area.

"University entrance exams," she delights on her lunch, before she goes on. "Part time jobs, apartment hunt, and basically just life."

"You should chill once in a while, get on dates or something." She suggests, pressing the matter, hoping Sakura will soon bite it.

"If you chill, life will run you over. Oh, speaking of which," she points out in front of her, effectively dismissing over the potential argument that entails on the blonde's shrewd phrase. "Have you chosen which university to attend to?"

Her expression sheers for a brief sort of interest, "Aoyama Gakuin," she says.

Sakura blinks. "Somewhere around Shibuya? Why don't I see you getting frantic about this stuff? We merely have months till the graduation, huh?"

"Oh, please. I have myself a tutor."

Confusion plasters across the pink haired woman's face, she consecutively asks: "who?"

"Shikamaru," she announces feeling almost excited. "So...am I still needed to go frantic about this like you?"

She rolls her emeralds eyes, ignoring her friend's exceeding confidence about this; she should've known anyway.

As silence resurfaces between them, leaves for the cafeteria's usual chatters mostly because of the first years, and second years in between, her friend's wit suddenly speaks the best out of her once again. "You know," twirling manicured index finger across her, Ino continues, "you should just get yourself a tutor if you're having a hard time, it's not like you can even manage it all together."

"I can really manage, all I just need is focus."

Ino leans down on her palm, discreetly trying to press down the subject that they hold on for a while—seeing this as a great opportunity to bring it up once again. "Ariana Grande, are we?" She chuckles, "you know, I'm just really suggesting. And, I can really suggest you someone I know."

"I swear, Ino, if you're still pressing on that subject from a while ago. I'm already telling you—no." Sakura's voice edges, threatening.

Ino draws back, seemingly offended. That's almost a good catch for her. She drifts back, not wanting to suppress this very chance of getting a yes from her, because if she does put this chance away, surely, she will have to wait another go of eternity for that. So she decides to layer it off with white lies. "Oh no, what makes you think of that? I do really know someone else who could help you out just in case."

"That's because you're that kind of a person, Ino. You won't let the subject go until you prevail, and no, I don't want to go to blind dates. I have so much things on my plate to worry about petty things. No." She shakes her head, vividly reinforcing her point to her. "No."

"No, I'm really sincere on this one. I know you won't agree with me the first time I ask you, so what's the point of pushing it, right?"

Sakura doesn't seem convinced at the slightest, trying to discern her across those baby blue eyes that bore quiet concerns against her greens; hoping her friend will snap out of guilt, if she's ever lying through her teeth—it never happens. Sakura releases a sigh of defeat. "Okay, but just so you know, I don't want any blind dates. You know that."

Ino makes a mental note to celebrate later at the word: okay—that she hears from her. She grins. "Let me help you out on this!"

"Does this person know about how you persistently suggest him, uh, or her to me?" She inquires, picking up the tissue napkin on the table to wipe her lips.

"Yes, I'm positive, because this person really knows so much about offering hand to others." She reassures, pausing halfway to add: "very intelligent, too. Very."

She glares at her, but gets her off the hook soon. "This sounds suspicious for some reason." She mutters, careful to let her hear that purposely.

"No, it's not. So yes?"

Sakura hesitates for a moment, before proceeding. "Yes." And somewhere deep in her female intuition, and sharp witted personality doesn't seem to sit right, it is as though she agrees on something she shouldn't have. But she couldn't put her finger on the matter, so she leaves it be, choosing not to dwell on it hard. Maybe it's just her, overthinking, and being herself in the first place.

"Leave it to me, your future." Ino winks.

And maybe her female intuition is right, maybe she might have agreed on something she shouldn't have.

x.

Alumni homecoming is never as excited as he exaggerates it to be.

He should've known of it from the first place he says it to him. "Give yourself one, Sasuke! Don't you see everyone else just having fun with their girlfriends, and wives." A loud blond in an ironed straight suit gives his friend—who seems to despise the idea of parties, and homecoming celebration—a derisively criticizing look, as though he can laugh his head off anytime, before he looks around once again on the crowd. "And you're here alone, and brooding."

"You don't have one either." Sasuke points out, indignantly.

"I have one, a beautiful, modest one really. Thank you very much."

He eyes him, inwardly judging him in every word he utters. "And, where is she?" He dares to say boldly, his glare intensifies against his friend's lack of common sense.

"Wha—" Naruto swings his attention back to him, feeling the need to defend himself from that. "Didn't I tell you, you jerk, that she has a meeting she needs to attend to."

Sasuke shrugs, choosing to drop the unnecessary topic off. He glances over the stage, and couldn't be any more care less at what the speaker of the program is trying to say in front of his batch mates. It has been approximately two and a half hours passed, and he already meets some of his acquaintances—of whom, most of them have gotten themselves wives, girlfriends, or partners in life—in high school.

"Hey, how about this," he hears Naruto proposes whatever he has in that brilliant mind of his. "How about you ask out a single lady here. It wouldn't be a problem at all, yea? Since I'm sure you still remember them, don't you, Sasuke?"

He doesn't make a lot of strong bonds back then so he hardly remembers anyone, but the only person who he has to endure all his years with throughout high school is none other than the loser who stands mighty in his dark blue suit.

"—even if you don't remember them, I know they won't forget a jerk like you back in high school!"

He strides off, passing Naruto a hand on his shoulder, "I'm heading home."

The blond swirls around to see his friend departing off. "What? So soon, Sasuke? Hey, I'm still speaking!"

It's not like he has no manners to even let him finishes his words, but that idiot isn't making a hell of a sense to him.

Sasuke doesn't bother to reply, but he casually hears the blond's loud voice saying along the lines of: lame, jealous twenty three year old man with no girlfriend.

He rolls his eyes at Naruto's blatant display of immaturity, thankful that he retreats from the scene, and saves himself for any more embarrassment.

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tbc.

A/N: as you can see, it has a brand new straight out from a sleep deprived brain of mine- chapter one, with its new style of writing, hopefully, I can finish this one quickly. And, hopefully, I can get some review from this. Would you guys be so kind to share your thoughts about this, thank you!