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I own Nothing!!!!
Warning: It�s really lame to have to do this but better safe than
sorry. This fiction is AU- Alternate Universe. I have chosen for no other
reason than to experiment with something different to write the characters
outside of their usual surroundings as well as somewhat out of character. For
some it will be a lot out of character since there is nothing Ninja about
anyone in this particular story. They are normal people going through the
motions of life. If that�s not something you like to read about please don�t
read.

People are related who are not related in the series but are in my fic through chains of events. For instance Naruto and
Iruka. As usual Naruto is completely Alpha. He�s a� dominant sexual male, and he makes no
apologies and well, neither do I. If you want to read about Naruto being a
moron this story is not it. If you want to read about mature I know what I want
Naruto, then this story is it.

Like I said, Characters will be out of character. In some instances
they will do and say things they probably would never say in cannon but this is
fan fiction and I just so happen to be writing it. If any of what I have
written sound offensive, PLEASE DON�T READ!�
Now if you�re itching for something that strays from the norm, come on
in have a seat and read till your hearts content!

Finding Destiny
By animechick262003
Chapter One
In the Beginning there were Two

New
Years Eve 2003

Naruto settled into his seat in the
corner of the room, a beer in his hand and a cigarette poised at the corner of
his mouth. It was New Years Eve and the large ballroom at Kakashi publishing
was filled to capacity with assorted members of the publishing industry. Some
were there to make new business connections, while others were there to simply
cut loose. He should have fallen into the second category. In fact the second
category was precisely why his elder brother had dragged him there.

He needed to cut loose and get away
from his work every now and again, Iruka had said.� Iruka was right. He did need to cut loose,
let his hair down and enjoy all life had to offer. Not that he had not before,
but in recent months he�d been tied to his office as he completed four MS�s in
just four short months. Tonight was supposed to be a celebration of his hard
work and the impending result on the local book market. Still, he wasn�t
feeling as festive as he should have, and not without reason.

Naruto always found himself lost to
memories of a different time, and a life that would never know its full
potential. Two years had passed since then and still he�d yet to let it go.
Naruto smiled weakly as he turned the glass on the table in front of him. What
he was experiencing, his refusal to release the past was stupidity at it�s
finest. It was the same stupidity that had dared him to free a bird from its
cage just to see the results. It was this very stupidity that had left his
marred and damn near broken man. Naruto grabbed his glass from his table and
chugged down the last of the clear bitter concoction inside, then grabbed his
beer and climbed to his feet. He glanced briefly to the two women who sat on
either side of him, for the first time recalling that they�d been there. Shit,
he�d been so lost in thought he�d forgotten he�d collected them for his
amusement.

Quietly, he maneuvered his way out
of the booth ignoring the puzzled glances from his intended night�s conquest
and quickly lost himself in the crowd, preventing them from giving chase. It
was supposed to have been a festive night, but for him it was anything but and
the only thing he wanted to do was get as far away from the noise and the crowd
as possible, and he knew just the place.

XXXXXX

Sakura sipped leisurely on her
fifth glass of cherry wine and watched her assistant from the safety of the
corner of the room as she mingled with fellow party goers.� So this was what a party with Kakashi
publishing was like? There were lavish decorations for as far as the eyes could
see, and anything and everything the heart would or could desire for both
dining and drinking pleasures was readily available for consumption. Even more
appetizing was the array of publishing industry moguls that filled the room.

The room was alive with the who�s
who of the publishing world. It was complete paradise, and under normal
circumstances she would have been making her rounds, getting as many numbers
and making as many acquaintances as possible for future business dealings, but
not tonight. Tonight her spirits wouldn�t let her travel beyond the corner
she�d hidden herself away in.� Tonight
she couldn�t waste her spirits on soliciting business deals. No, tonight she
had to use what little spirit she had left to fight off the desire to collapse
to her knees and cry till her heart content.

Tonight she had to focus on being
strong�to not give in to the hurt that at that very moment wound its way
through her chest and painfully constricted her heart. She couldn�t give in she
couldn�t give in and yet at that moment her only desire was to cry. Sakura
polished off the cherry wine that filled her glass, and as the waiter carrying
drinks made his way by, grabbed two more, and made her way towards the ballroom
exit. Her legs were like gelatin beneath her but somehow carried enough
strength to propel her out the ballroom door, and into dimly lit labyrinth of
hallways known as Kakashi Publishing. She chugged down her sixth glass of the
sweet wine and when she�d finished tossed the empty wineglass to the floor.

Clumsy legs led her towards a
spiraling stair case which she quickly hiked. She reached the end and a door and
hurriedly opened it escaping into the crisp cold air of the snowy night. She
was finally free�safe from prying eyes to see, and with that freedom came the
first flurry of hot wet hurt from her eyes and across her cheeks. She stumbled
forward grabbing the ice trimmed rails that guarded the deck. She leaned
forward and opened her mouth, and then at the top of her hurt filled lungs
screamed with all she had. Screamed until the strength that had held her up,
slowly let her down until she was on her knees her vision of the skylines off
in the distance becoming a nothing more than a blur as her eyes welled to
capacity and the raw emotion she�d been trying to stifle most the evening
forced its way through.

�Here it is I wish for a princess
and receive a real damsel in distress,� a male�s voice chuckled startling her.
Sakura pulled her head up from its downcast position, and turned ever so slightly
towards the side, receiving her first visions of the shadowy figure who�d
spoken to her.� He took a shallow step forward,
bringing himself partially out of the shadows as he extended his hand and with
it, a bottle of the beverage she�d played close companion to most of the night.
�Mind if I join you?� he asked, although his words weren�t� so much an inquisition as it was an
announcement of his intent Sakura learned as he settled on the ground beside
her and folded his legs one over the other. Normally, she would have protested,
but she hadn�t the strength and his offer of another helping of the sweet
cherry wine was too good to pass over.

With cautious regard she watched him
from the corner of her eyes as she made use of the bottle he�d handed her and
its content. He was a suspicious one, hiding outside in the cold all alone, but
she supposed she must have looked just as suspicious favoring a cold snowy deck
over that of the warm room of the party. He didn�t utter another word after
that and she was thankful. She wasn�t in the mood for mindless chatter and it
seemed he was under the same sentiments. And so they sat gazing aimlessly into
the bright snow covered night for hours.
It was inevitable that their quiet
time together would come to an end. The night was growing colder, not to
mention coming to an close. Sakura could clearly
discern the beginning of the New Years Count down as the music shut off the
peoples voices grew louder. Without a word, her mysterious companion stood.
Ten
Nine
�We�d better get back down stairs
if we hope to bring the New Years in properly,� he said offering her a hand.
Eight
Sakura tilted her head up, and for
the first time caught a glimpse of her companions face. She was stunned at what
she saw glaring back but only mildly so. After all, the parties were not just
for the writers or the publishers, many a cover models attended these events.
With a face like his, he had to be one such model. If she wasn�t busy nursing a
broken heart, she may have actually hit on him.
Seven
Six

��You�re quite handsome,� she boldly announced
her words slurred together as she made clumsy effort to get to her feet.

Five

��You�re not bad yourself,� he answered back
causing her cheeks to flame. Her green eyes locked with his as she placed her
right hand on the ground and pushed up, stumbling along the way. She quickly
learned how over indulged she�d been as she toppled forward, collided with him,
causing him to lose traction on the snow covered deck, tumble backwards and
carry her along for the ride.
Four
They landed with a thud him on the
deck her on top of him, their eyes locked.
Silence passed between them as they
laid there surprised by the chain of events.
Three
Sakura supposed at that point she
could have just apologized for being a klutz and removed her self from atop of
him.
Two
But staring into his face, and
thinking about all she�d been through that evening, she decided she deserved at
least one treat to compensate for her heartache.
One
And his lips were the perfect
compensation.

�Happy New Year!� the voices of the
party goers below rung into the night as fireworks lit up the navy blue sky.
There on a snowy deck Sakura lay reveling in the arms of man whose name she
didn�t know, gleaning pleasure from the exquisiteness of his sake and cigarette
laced lips. His tongue against her tongue, his lips against her lips two lonely
souls compensating loss. Finding something they both lacked, however brief in
that moment.
The door to the deck flew open and
their moment was shattered. The partygoers from below were now moving to the
deck to watch the fireworks show. Panting like crazy Sakura�s gazed down at the
man who she�d yet to release from beneath her. �Desire spoke through his eyes. He wanted her
in the worst way, and had she not been nursing a very recent wound, she would
have eagerly obliged. It was best to leave things as they were.

�Happy New Year,� She whispered as
she prepared to rise to her feet. He caught her by the arm held her still.

�Come with me to my place,� he said
his voice gruff with desire to take things beyond a kiss. An impish grin graced
her tiny mouth hearing his plea for more. She new well the far reaching affects
of her lapse in judgment� in taking what
she wanted� over his body. The evident
were hard to miss, standing proudly
in the confines of his dark and very expensive Armani slacks.
�
A mixture of embarrassment and
satisfaction rose over her as she slowly descended from her alcohol induced
high. Quietly, she gathered herself together and proceeded to remove her body
from atop of his. Cold air swept underneath her tiny skirt and between her
thighs reminding her of the inviting warmth she was turning away. �Sakura stared down at the male and he
continued to stare up at her. It would have been so simple to collapse into
this mans arms and let him have his way with her whatever way that might have
been until they bother lay sweating and defeated by exhaustion. But she new all
to well the repercussions the morning would bring. When the sun rose, all the
hurt and anger she�d tried to abandon would merely resurface, and she would
regret her tryst however good she knew it would be.

Sakura smiled weakly, longing to
take this momentary escape, but denying herself the pleasure of doing so, and
said. �If the heavens are willing maybe we will meet again, and I won�t regret
being your lover even for one night,� She finished, turned and disappeared into the
oncoming crowd.

XXXX

It was a brief bout of being dazed and
delirious with desire that had kept him on the icy grounds as the pink haired
beauty had made her escape into ever growing crowd of part goers gathering on
the deck. Shaking off his stupor, Naruto hurried to his feet and began his
pursuit. He searched the entire deck, and when there was no sign of her there,
he made haste to the floor just below. He didn�t know why but there was an
urgent need to find her. Desire, maybe? Or maybe it was the fact that something
was triggered. Something he�d thought he�d lost a long time ago. He had no
answer, but finding her�if he could only find her he�d at least have a start at
getting answers.
�
�Where in the hell did you go?
Where?� �He gritted in frustration as he
stared into the endless swarm of people.
Who was she?� She was at Kakashi Publishing�s Party, maybe
she was staff�a writer or maybe and editor, perhaps a secretary? No there was
no way she was a secretary. That little skirt suit she wore was far too
expensive to be paid for off of the measly salary of a secretary. He could tell
that much. But then that would mean she was a higher ranking official within
the publishing world. Then again, she could have merely been a guest of one of
the other workers. Who was she?

�Oi, little brother?�� A slurred voice shouted from the opposite end
of the hall as a familiar shaky figure made his way towards him. Maybe Iruka
knew. After all he spent far more time at Kakashi publishing then he did.
Naruto rushed towards his older brother.

�Iruka, I have to ask you
something.�

�Did I ever tell you how much I
love you,� Iruka said his word broken by a mixture of hiccups and slurred
speech.

�Yes, more times than I care to
think about. Now seriously I have a question for you-�

�Even after you tore mister Fluffy-Chan
to pieces with your fire crackers, I still loved you. I still-Fluffy-Chan!
What�d he ever do to you? What?� Iruka wept, and if Naruto had the time to
spare he would have died from the embarrassment.

�Answer my question and I�ll by you
another �Mister fluffy-Chan.�� Like hell he�d buy another one of those
damned clowns. As long as he could remember clowns had given him the creeps,
and that was precisely why he�d blown the damn thing up in the first place, but
if� there was a chance he would learn
once and for all who the identity of the pink haired vixen, he�d say anything.
In fact he�d sale his very soul if it meant he would find her again.

Iruka stared up at him his eyes
heavily glazed �How do I know you�re telling the truth, and you�ll buy me
another Fluffy-Chan? Iruka leaned forward, bringing their faces inches apart,
then belched, releasing fumes so toxic Naruto wanted to rip his own nose off
and throw it away.

�I promise I�ll buy you a new
stuffed clown,� Naruto said desperately trying to censor his gag reflexes.

��It�s a deal. I�ll tell you what you want to
know, and you will buy me anew Fluffy-Chan.�

�Hai, �Naruto mumbled begging his
increasingly queasy stomach to settle down. In the morning he�d kill Iruka for
this.

�Ask away,�

�I met a girl tonight.�

�You meet a girl every night.�
Iruka snidely replied.

�Yes, but none like this girl. I
need to find her, Iruka.�

�Why? She stole your wallet or
something? I�ve told you about picking up hookers.
They�re nothing but trou-�

�God damn it! No, it�s not like
that. Look, I can�t explain it, but something tells me I need to find her now,
or I may not see her again or for a while if at all. So please, for a moment,
pull yourself together, and answer me. Do you know a girl about this tall,�
Naruto stepped back and held his hand mid chest level, then continued, �with
amazing green eyes and really pale pink hair? Please tell me you do?�

Iruka stared at Naruto�s hand a
minute and then met him eye to eye. � Pink Hair? You been messing with gramps
stash again?�
�God Damn it Iruka!? Be serious.�

�Alright�alright to answer your
question no, I don�t know any pink haired girls about this tall,� Iruka replied
mimicking Naruto�s gesture of holding his hands chest high. � Satisfied?�

�Not particularly,� Naruto grumbled
sinking back into a state of defeat having learned that Iruka was a dead end
for finding information on the pink haired mystery girl. Naruto did a full
turn, letting his eyes scour the room, hoping against hope that he would catch
a glimpse of his lady fair, but something deep inside told him all hope of
locating her at this point was gone.�
Recognizing defeat for what it was, Naruto did the only thing he could at
that point to calm his nerves.� He reached
into his pocket and plucked out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He peeled
the pack open and withdrew one of the tobacco filled stick , positioned it
between his lips, and lit up.

�If
the heavens are willing maybe we will meet again, and I won�t regret being your
lover even for one night,�

Her last word echoed through his
mind, hammering in his regret. But he wasn�t a fool, and he never made the same
mistake twice.

�If the heavens are willing we will
meet again, and I won�t make the same mistake of letting you get away.�

XXXXXX

Two Years Later

Sakura sighed and slumped down in
her seat as she stared out the window of the two
o�clock bullet train from Tokyo.
She rested her head against the warm glass and took in what she could of the
scene on the other side.� Not that she
could make out much. The acceleration of the train made what would have been a
picturesque scene an indiscernible blur as it carried her towards her
destination.� Konoha huh? She�d never
heard of the place before today�before she�d shoved her big fat foot into her
mouth.

Sakura let out another sigh and
sunk lower as the weight of the reality she�d stupidly created weighed down on
her. What had she been thinking back there? Her declaration had been beyond
inane, but she had to do something. Two years earlier she�d arrived at Ton Ton
Publishing. Naturally with hard work and determination it hadn�t taken her long
to be named a rising star in the publishing world, and catch the eye of the
company�s owner. She�d barely had two years in the industry when she surpassed
editors that had more tenor to take up post as Tsunade�s right hand woman, and
third in command. She�d been aiming for second in command. Unfortunately, that
position had already been filled and its occupant wasn�t taking the arrival of
a new challenger for the coveted spot kindly.

Shizune had been by Tsunade�s side
since the inception of� Ton Ton �Publishing. It was rumored the much older
woman and the younger woman had more going on than met the eye. Sakura had to admit
she sometimes got that vibe and suspected this to be partly the reason Shizune
had positioned herself to make Sakura�s inevitable rise to partner a difficult
one. To Shizune she�d somehow become not only a rival in business, but a rival
for the affections of the pretty blond woman that headed Ton Ton Publishing.
Not that Sakura was interested. She preferred her conquest to come in the
masculine. Somehow Sakura didn�t think Shizune would believe her even if she
stated this out loud. Either way, Shizune was not the sort to be taken lightly.
She was a cunning, level headed woman that thought every aspect, of everything
she did to completion. Everything. This very fact was the reason she found
herself on the two o�clock train
headed to a little known village located in the middle of no where.

It was no secret that her last two
deals had fallen through. She was given the task to sign two up and coming
writers. Mysteriously, both had backed out hours before they were due to ink
their signatures on the contract lines. Although she could never get any proof
to validate her suspicions, Sakura was certain Shizune was behind the writers
defaulting on their agreements with her. Not that it would have mattered one
way or the other with her boss. Tsunade only cared about results, and her
results in recent months were so bad they�d left her up the creek with one
paddle, and a waterfall rapidly approaching.

Sakura had been around long enough
to understand the inner workings of the publishing company. She was third in command
and there were sharks just below her waiting for signs of blood so they could
take her out and take her place. Like hell she�d let that happen, and Shizune
had known it too. That�s why she�d craftily dangled the prospect of signing the
most renowned erotic writer in all of Japan
in front of her.

It seemed the creator of the Icha
Icha Paradise series contract with Kakashi Publishing had recently come to an
end making the creator of the hottest erotic literature to date a free agent
that over half of the publishing world would sell their souls to sign. This was
the kind of assignment that only the most skilled dared to take on. After all,
most suspected that Hitake Kikashi, head of Kakashi publishing would simply
cave to the demands of the writer and quickly re-sign their top selling
author.� Only a fool would take on a task
of this magnitude. Convincing an author to leave the publishing firm that put
them on the map was akin to running head first into a brick wall and expecting
good results. Still, after having failed to sign her last two clients, Sakura
was just desperate enough to take on the challenge, and Shizune knew this.

�
Give me one month, and I�ll have the contract with the writer for Icha Icha Paradise signed sealed and personally deliver it to
your hands or quit Ton Ton� publishing
for good,� She�d declared like an idiot�like Shizune knew she would.

This had been Shizune plan all
along. She�d been baited, she�d bit and now she was flopping around in her own
blood as Shizune circled, patiently waiting to inflict the final wound to end
her. Or maybe Shizune would sit back and watch her choke on her own blood.
Either way was no good. �Damn it!� Sakura grumbled angrier than ever she�d
fallen head long into Shizune trap. Still, the game wasn�t over.�� She hadn�t waddled in the grimy, shark
infested pits, shutting off every ounce of her humanity for the last two years
for nothing. Everything she�d done was to claim the success she�d longed for,
and finally the door she�d banged on relentlessly was opening.� A little more and she�d be the youngest woman
to be made partner in the firm. There was no way in hell she�d let Shizune keep
her from her dream of becoming a force within the publishing industry.� She needed this. She needed this more than
anything, and with a little seduction on her part, she�d make it happen.

Of course she�d never liked using
sex to get what she wanted. That simply wasn�t her style, but this was a rare
circumstance. Besides it wasn�t as if she had to actually sleep with anyone to
get what she wanted.� From what she�d
heard through her contacts, the creator of Icha Icha Paradise was an old
pervert. The key word being old. It wouldn�t take much to convince him to see
things her way. A flash of a leg, and a little boob action would get the old
guy off and she�d have him signed to Ton Ton, and be on the midnight bullet train back to Tokyo.

*****

Ah well here is my latest endeavor.
As you can see, I don�t like writing the usual. And this is pretty far from it
I think. I hope you don�t flame. As usual if you don�t like, don�t read. And if
you do like feel free to continue coming back for more.� One last thing, I�d like to apologize for the
earlier deletion of Grind. I deleted the fiction well, because it wasn�t what I
wanted, but then I decided to repost to learn that two chapters had been lost
during a computer crash preventing re-posting. Sorry!! Anyways, I will
definitely finish this story. I hope you guys enjoy and don�t hesitate to tell
me what you think okay!

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