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Ino Yamanaka was perfect.

At least, in Sakura's eyes. The pinkette loved her best friend to death (no homo), but a tiny, small part of her envied the blonde. Sakura hated that part of her. But Ino was the person Sakura wanted to be. Outgoing, social, bubbly, perky, friendly, trust-worthy, honest and natural beautiful.

Sakura wished she could be as beautiful as Ino with gorgeous eyes, silky hair, good boobs and best of all, natural. Yes, Sakura was a model. But she didn't get where she was just by being natural. Her forehead, which used to be overwhelmingly large and got her bullied, was changed immediately after she joined the model industry. Plastic surgery gave her a perfect-sized forehead. Her boobs, which used to be almost non-existent even after puberty, was also changed the moment she became a model. Breast implants.

The point was, Sakura regretted becoming a model and getting plastic surgery. She just wished she could have pursued her dreams of being a doctor and been comfortable with her body. But she couldn't be a doctor. Not after dropping out of high school because of the incident.

Ino , the only person Sakura kept in touch with after highschool, was the one who introduced Sakura to modelling. Being a blonde with blue eyes and a good body, Ino was one of the top models already. And once Sakura met Tsunade, the Senju had found another face for the company. 

You see, people like to see refreshing things. New faces. Unique looks. That's why the Uchihas and Hyuugas are so famous. Their family each have a kekkei genkkai, a term to describe models with unique family traits. Both family have dojutsu, an eye trait that can only be obtained if you were born into the family.

Hyuugas have what is known as 'Byukaguns', these stunning eyes which are a light lilac, almost silver. Uchihas actually have jet-black eyes, which are entrancing and enchanting, but they have the ability to change their eye colour into a scarlet colour, with commas as patterns. This is known as the 'Sharingan'.  Some Uchihas have a special type of Sharingan, which changes patterns, also called the 'Mangekyo Sharingan'. 

Many other models have rare traits. Temari has blonde hair and rare, seafoam-coloured eyes. Temari's younger brother, Gaara, has scarlet hair and pale green eyes. Naruto Uzumaki, Hinata's boyfriend, was born with ocean eyes, blonde hair, sunkissed skin and whisker marks on his cheels.

The legendary Sannin, a trio of 2000s models, are have unique features. Even though Orochimaru and Jiraiya both quit being a model, they are still famous for their looks. Orochimaru had snake-like features, which people nowadays find creepy but it was considered intimidating and magnificent. Jiraiya had natural, pure white hair and red lines that trailed down his cheeks.  Tsunade Senju, one of Sannin, was famous for a shimmering violet gem on her forehead which she was born with. 

People love rare things. So when Tsunade met Sakura, she knew she had found the next big model. Jade-green eyes were already so rare, but a girl with natural, soft pink hair? Unbelievable! That's what all the news articles said anyways.

I don't feel very unbelievable, Sakura though to herself as she fiddled with the end of her denim skirt. Just very...fake. 

"Sua, can you go die, please?" 

The pinkette rolled her eyes as the blonde she had been thinking about started cursing into her phone. It was safe to say that Ino was obsessed with K-Dramas, especially My ID is Gangnam Beauty. She would get very...passionate about things, especially if Sua was involved.

"Sakura, I know you rolled your eyes at me!" Ino yelled, her voice filling the empty waiting room. Her baby blue eyes were still glued to her phone screen. "Don't deny the fact that Sua is such a bitch! Trying to break up Mi-rae and Kyung-seok like that! Oh, how I want to pu-"

"Ms Haruno, Ms Yamanaka," a black-haired girl clutching a clipboard interrupted before the blonde could get more graphic and explicit. She was decked out in a professional black suit with a blazer and a pencil skirt. A pig circled her heels. "Lady Tsunade is ready to see you."

"R-Right," Ino blushed as they both stood up, clearly embarrassed of her earlier behavior in front of this professional. "Sorry Shizune for the commotion."

"No worries. Follow me, girls."

The best friends followed Shizune through the quite, neat hall. Paintings of models hung on the white-washed wall, the Senju company had been around for quite some time. Sakura marveled the beauty of each person, like every time she would pass the whole. It amazed her how someone could have long spiky hair that reached the waist, or born with grey hair that defied gravity.

Finally, they reached the end of the long corridor and arrived in front of two, big translucent glass doors with golden handles. The word 'CEO' was written in golden cursive upon the glass. Shizune gently knocked on the door, waiting for the Senju's reply. 

"Come in." 

The trio entered the office, which was amazingly large and stylish and floored with polished wood. To the right side of the room was a semi-circle scarlet couch that surrounded a glass coffee table and a large, curved TV, framed by bookshelves that took over the whole, white-washed wall.

To the left was cabinet with glass doors, boasting the trophies and medals the company had achieved over the years. Next to the cabinet was another door, which lead to the balcony. In front of the door & cabinet was a large, circular table surrounded by matching chairs, undoubtedly for meetings. 

In the center of the room was a curved, white desk which was astonishingly large. An expensive computer was set to the side, along with stacks of paper and a pencil pot. A Gucci handbag was laid casually on the table as well, with a glass of water. A black, leather swivel chair was placed behind the desk.

Behind the whole room was glass. Glass that showed the entire view of New York,  with all the skyscrapers, the Empire state building and the coastline, since this was the highest level of 103. It took away Sakura's breath every time. It was that stunning. Today it was somehow even more magnificent, with the sun setting. It brought a gorgeous golden glow into the room,  bathing everyone in the light and warmth. 

And seated at the desk was the boss and CEO of the whole company, Tsunade Senju herself. Today she had her blonde hair parted into two, loose ponytails. She donned grass-green haori with the kanji for 'gamble' on the back, inside a red circle. Underneath she wears a grey, kimono-style blouse with no sleeves, held closed by a broad, dark bluish-grey obi that matches her pants. Her blouse is closed quite low, revealing her sizeable cleavage. She wears open-toed, strappy black sandals with high heels. A necklace, which contained a 'crystal gem' (the only known gem of that type in the world) as it's pendant, hung loosely around her neck.

"Lady Tsunade," bowed Shizune to the blonde sitting at the desk. She straightened up and joined the CEO at the back of the room. "Here is Ms. Haruno and Ms. Yamanaka."

"Don't bother being that polite, Shizune," Sakura and Tsunade both said in unison. 

"Y-Yes. Sorry."

"Now," Tsunade spoke while reaching to her side of paper. "Let's get down to business. Girls, take a seat."

The two obliged, sitting on the plush, white arm-chairs. Tsunade handed them each two sheets of paper, which they took. Sakura scanned the first sheet, looking for any information. It read:

Dear Sakura Haruno of Senju Agencies, 

You and a couple of male and female coworkers around your age, have been invited to model for Nohara, a designer-fashion shop that will soon be releasing a new dance clothing line.

Your job is simply to model a few pieces of the new line, and collaborate with other models for this shoot. We will be going for a natural look, so extravagant makeup and hair will not be required. Each piece is quite modest and conservative, so there is no need to worry about privacy. Photos taken of you will only be released to the public with your consent. 

If you do agree to modelling for us, please come to Coney Island Beach on June 5th, on a Tuesday. Your agency has offered to take you there, and will arrive at the beach at approzimately 10:30am, and will take you back at 4:30pm.

Lunch will be brought by us working at Nohara. If you have any dietary requirements, please contact us with the following number: 1300 443 203. You will not need to bring anything besides your phone and any other leisure items you might need for the trip there and back.

If you agree, the contract is on the next page. Please fill in your bank account carefully. We will not give it away to the public. The money ($5,000) will be deposited in your bank account when the photos are published.

The contract will be valid until after the photos have been released to the public. Then you will no longer be our models anymore, unless another contract is signed. Again, if you have any queeries, contact us. 

Sincerely,

Rin Nohara, owner of Nohara. 

"Nohara?"

Sakura looked over to her left and saw her bestfriend grinning with excitement, her eyes sparkling. "As in, the Nohara?"

"Yes, Ino," Tsunade said boredly, twirling a strand of blondehair. "Nohara the designer shop. I'm sure you've heard about the owner. Rin Nohara used to model for us, and was my friend's student protégé. She's one of Kakashi's bestfriends, and she's married to Obito Uchiha."

The pinkette tried not to flinch to much at the word 'Uchiha'. Instead, she hoped that Rin Nohara wouldn't be as perverted as her old mentor in modelling, Kakashi was. 

"You'll meet her at the shoot. Moving on," Tsunade clasped her hands in excitement. "Are you going to sign the contract?"

"Absolutely!" squealed Ino, thrusting her hands up into the sky. "How could I not?"

"Excellent, Ino," the CEO smiled at her enthusiasm. "I knew you would be more than happy to accept the job. And you, Sakura?"

She hesitated before answering. "I guess so." 

"Good," Tsunade smiled even wider. "Fill in your contracts now and come here at around...9:30am on June the 5th."

The room was silent for five minutes and all you could hear was the sound of pens scribbling. 

Tsunade watched them as the two best friends finished almost at the same time and handed in their papers. "So, any problems with that?"

"Nope!"

The pinkette bit her lip. "Actually...I do."

"Well then, thank you for your time Ino," Tsunade nodded towards the blonde, who grinned widely and stood up, practically skipping out of the room. Then she turned towards Sakura. "What do you need, Sakura?"

"I just want to know who's going for the shoot," Sakura asked, but she knew Tsunade already knew she was going to ask that. It was the same for every single photoshoot. Tsunade sighed and reshuffled her papers. 

"You two are the only people who I've told so far, but," Tsunade spoke. "I have a few people in mind. You two are the only girls, and there are two boys I have in mind. Naruto Uzumaki and Sas-"

"No."

"C'mon, Sakura," Tsunade closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose. "It's been nine years. Surely you have gotten over the incident?"

"No," Sakura repeated, firmly.

"Fine, fine," sighed Tsunade, sitting up straighter and scribbling down something on a piece of paper. "I'll removed him from the line-up. Happy?"

"Very."

"Well, you're dismissed then," Tsunade waved to the pinkette, who stood up and left the room instantly. Sakura sighed when she saw Ino had left the top floor already, undoubtedly already in the lobby already. Her phone buzzed with a new message. Frowning, Sakura started walking while clicking the message who was from Shikamaru.

So, this guy is a new recruit at Senju, Sakura began reading in her head. He's in our division, and is older than Ino by a few months, I'm pretty sure. I haven't-

"Ow!" Sakura shrieked as a man collided into her, knocking her off balance. The phone nearly slipped out of her hand, but she managed to steady herself and keep her phone in her grasp. Sakura's cheek flushed with embarrassment as she realized it was her fault this incident occurred as she hadn't been looking where she was going. "S-Sorry."

"Don't worry," the man smiled, his eyes creasing. He had dark eyes and black hair, which contrasted his nearly white skin. He had just come out of a wooden door, the door to the office of Danzo, an executive officer of Senju Corp. Sakura could tell he was a new model, considering that she had never seen him before. He seemed like a model alright, even if he did have a normal colour skin tone, he did look good. "Ugly."

"Excuse me!" Sakura yelled, her grin dropping off her face at the insult. It was quickly replaced with scowl, and fire burned in her jade eyes. She placed her hands on her hips in anger. "Who do you think you are calling ugly? I am a model!"

"Bet you got famous because nobody else's face looks this ugly," his eyebrows narrowed. "Ugly."

"Why you-!" 

Sakura's phone buzzed, sending vibrations through her body. The supermodel gritted her teeth and, glaring at the male, brought out her phone reluctantly and checked the caller ID. It was Ino. "Be grateful I have to go now. Otherwise,  I can guarantee I would've kicked your ass to the hospital if you called me that name again."

"I have no doubts that would've happened," he smiled again. Sakura frowned as she walked away and put the phone to her ear. 

What a weird guy, thought Sakura to herself. I don't like him. Actually, I hate him. Who the hell calls someone you just met ugly off the bat? 

"Sakuraaa," whined Ino on the other side of the phone. "Hurry up!"

"You're so impatient, pig!"

"You're just slow, forehead!"

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"Temari! Tenten! Hinata! Guys, over here!"

The pinkette smirked to herself, glancing at the blonde who was waving and yelling their friends. "I told you we had time, Ino! The others arrived later then us!"

"Whatever," Ino rolled her eyes, flicking her ponytail. "Petty person."

"Salty bitch."

"Du-"

"Stop!" Hinata threw herself in between the two of them, panting. The bluenette was wearing a slightly big, white, knitted turtle-neck sweater paired with some blue jeans. A sleek pair of polished leather boots and a rich brown handbag completed the look. The two best friends stepped apart, stifling their laughter. "Sheesh, you guys never fight seriously, except over guys."

"Agreed," chimed in Temari, picking at her nails. The sandy-haired girl wore a grey t-shirt with the words 'my bad' written in white on it. The shirt was tucked into some baggy jeans that were kept tight with a black Gucci belt. On her feet were Adidas Superstars. "It's hilarious yet annoying at the same time."

"That's a perfect description for both of them," yawned Tenten, casually throwing a crushed soda can into a nearby bin. The eldest of the group wore 2XU tights with a white sports bra. She kept warm with a black Nike jacket, which matched her sneakers. "C'mon, let's go in. It's cold."

As soon as they opened the door, warmth enveloped them. The girls grinned at the comfortable and inviting atmosphere, as well as the smell of Indian food. A waitress with blonde hair and dyed pink tips came up to them, holding a clipboard. "Welcome all, is it just for five people?"

"Yes," Temari answered for everyone. The waitress nodded.

"Follow me."

The waitress lead them to a window spot on the right, where there wasn't much people. The windows had been drawn tight, however, so there wasn't much to see. "Again, welcome to the Moti Mahal Delux. My name is Hallie and I will be your waitress for tonight. Here are the menus. When you're ready to order, call me."

Hallie promptly left the table, leaving the girls to choose what to eat.  Sakura's eyes wandered all over the menu, wondering what to choose. She finally settled onto one dish. "Anybody else done?"

Everyone else nodded in unison. "Let's order, then."

In a second, Hallie came back to the table. Sakura cleared her throat, ready to order. "Tandoori Murgh for me."

"Me too," piped up Temari. 

"Paneer Tikka, right here," selected Tenten. 

"And Chicken Pagoda for me," Ino chose. "Hinata?"

"I'll have the Chicken Pagoda as well," Hinata smiled as Hallie collected the menus. "Thanks."

Hallie merely nodded before leaning down to whisper to the frowning and shocked pinkette. "By the way, Sakura Haruno, I need to ask you something. Can I have Kiba's phone number?"

"What?" asked Sakura in anger and disbelief. "We just broke up. Why would you ask for something like that?"

"Kiba's hot and rich," Hallie shrugged, a smirk tugging her lips. "Can't blame me for wanting to get with the head of police's son. I figured you would have his number, seeing as you were his girlfriend and all. Oh dear, you still cut up about your loss?"

"I'll have you know that I was the one who dumped Kiba," growled Sakura, getting angrier with each second that passed. "And he will never date someone as horny as you, bitch. Get lost."

"Sakura's right," glared Tenten, looking like she was ready to punch someone. "Go. Away."

"Fine, fine," Hallie rolled her eyes, walking away. "Sheesh."

The anger in Sakura's chest eventually bubbled away. She groaned, and put her head into her hands on the table. In an instant, Ino's hand was around her comfortably. "I'm so sorry, Sakura. I was so caught up in dressing you up, I forgot about the recent breakup."

"I'm sorry too," Hinata joined in, bowing her head. "I was so busy with Naruto-kun, I forgot about the previous events. I'm a terrible friend."

"No, no," Sakura smiled. "It's okay. I was the one who dumped him, but he just told everyone that it was the other way around. I'm actually quite relived we're not together anymore. I just hate the fact that the public has it the other way around."

"Mhm," hummed Temari, agreeing. "Paparazzi are quite annoying."

"And fangirls," a voice said. Everyone looked up to see Hinata's boyfriend grinning from ear to ear. "Hey girls. Hey Hina-chan."

"Naruto-kun!" giggled Hinata as her boyfriend planted a kiss on her forehead, before squishing in next to the bluenette. 

"Did you two arrange this?" Sakura asked suspiciously, sitting up straighter and raising an eyebrow. 

"N-No," Hinata blushed like crazy as Naruto leaned his head onto her neck. 

"Really?" teased Tenten. "It sure looks like it."

"No, this really is a coincidence," grinned Naruto happily. "Me and the gang were planning on having Indian food tonight, so we chose here-"

"Wait," Sakura interrupted, her face pale. Her heart raced and she felt her hands going cold. She swallowed, and forced herself to speak. "T-The gang? You don't mean-"

"Of course I mean them!" Naruto laughed cheerfully, forgetting about the incident. "Shikamaru and Neji and Lee and Choji and teme- Oh shit. Sakura, I'm so sorry-"

"I need to go," Sakura whispered, her voice hoarse. She hurriedly stood up, grabbing her purse. "Now."

"Sak-"

The pinkette ignored her best friend's calls and started walking away in a rush. She could hear all her friends, including Naruto and multiple waitresses checking up on her, but she just ignored all of them and walked away even quicker. She felt like her heart was doing jumping jacks, and her mouth went dry. Sakura clenched her fists tighter and concentrated to getting to the exit quicker and quicker. She needed to go. Now. 

Fumbling, she found her way to the entrance. Her hand grasped on the wooden handle and pushed it open. Even though it was only five seconds, it felt like five million years. The door opening, Sakura stepping outside, the wind caressing her pale and nervous face. It all took an age to happen.

And then there was him. The boy she hadn't seen since high school, when she had fallen deeply in love with him but only ever got insults and rejection in return. Unknowingly, she halted her walks and her jaw dropped down. 

Sasuke Uchiha. 

He still looked unreal. 

He was laughing, no, smirking. He never laughs. Only smirks. Gosh, that tiny little smirk still irked her. It annoyed her that if just one smirk was sent her way, in high school she would've practically worship the ground he stood on. 

His black bangs swayed in the wind, and his raven hair still had the same duck-butt style. Some people would have acne scars on their face at this time, but he was different. He didn't have acne at all, even in high school when he hit puberty. His skin was still as clear as a crystal. 

And his eyes, those orbs finally saw her standing outside the restaurant and focused on her. The onyx hues still radiated coldness, a sense of aloofness that seemed to evaporate when they landed on her. No, they couldn't have. It must've been her imagination. 

When he saw her, the colour from his face drained. His smirking, smug expression was replaced with a shocked and shame-filled one. He opened his mouth to speak, stepping towards the pinkette.  

"Sakura, I'm so sor-"

"I'm sorry," Sakura interrupted coldly. "I don't know who you are."

And with that, she rushed off into the cold night.

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