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When; Saturday, January 16, just about 4 o'clock!
Rating; PG, I guess!
Characters; Hikaru Hitachiin [

so_devilish] & Sakura Haruno [

betterthanthen]
Summary; As a result of Ino's evil plan, Hikaru is going to be taking Sakura out to look at mobile phones for their "date."
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Hikaru was awful proud of himself for taking on something like this. It was something different to do. Taking someone out on a date, huh? That shouldn't be difficult. He was a charming person when he wanted to be, and the Host Club prepared him for knowing how to act in situations like this -- how to be a gentlemen, please women, and put a smile on their faces.

Mobile phones was something he knew about, the clever, "ideas" kind of guy that he is. It's something he can use to his advantage for certain, something they can talk about, something he'll be able to help her with. Ah, yes, this "date" thing would be a piece of cake!

4 o'clock at the fountain. Okay. He was all casual, cool and pretty, just like he always. Did he want to be prompt, or be fashionably late? Aaah, such important decisions. It was a Saturday and this was the only thing he had planned for today. Perhaps he'd be prompt instead of waiting around, bored out of his mind. It could help with making a good impression, which was important. Besides, he didn't know if there was anything else to expect for having signed up for this date, so it had to be good!

Hikaru made sure he was all set to go before starting to make his way to the fountain. He kept an eye out for a pink haired girl...

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While Sakura got there on time, she was still as distressed by this encounter as the day before, when Ino had so carefreely informed her that she had set her up on more than two dates for the following days. To say that she was frothing at the mouth was an understatement--but most of it was directed at Ino, to be honest.

So one of her friends left Sakura a cat, and now suddenly she was a cat lady. Hah!

And even worse, the chance that Ino presented her to all the people she'd found for her to 'date' as some poor, lonely, workaholic girl was high. And...alright, she was lonely, and workaholic. But it kept her occupied. Kept her mind off things like the City, like Shikamaru leaving, like her impotence at getting away, like Sasuke and her being in the same place at last, like her inability to act upon it either way. She worked to not think about anything else.

And to work more, she would need a mobile phone. Doctor Chase had only provided her with a phone number of that blood lab specialist she should have been working with.

Hikaru wasn't that bad, as far as first impressions had gone. (Granted, she'd formed them before finding out he'd tricked her into the date thing.) So, for his own good, she had half a mind to inform him that this was not, absolutely at all, in any shape or form, a date.

But she still needed to buy a phone, so they could do that. And it was with that intention in mind that she approached the fountain, hoping that he would know what to look for--unless it was a blind date for both of them, in which case she'd murder Ino forever.

"Oi, oi!" Hikaru called out, spotting a pink headed person approaching the fountain. "Aah, you do look just like that photo..." Thinking out loud probably made it sound like it was a bad thing, though he didn't mean it in that way at all. "You're as short and plain as I imagined you'd be," Hikaru put a hand to his chin. He couldn't help but to analyze. It was in his nature to do so, and with being as outspoken as he was... "Don't worry. I'll make sure you'll get only the coolest mobile phone. I won't let you get something really lame!" It was easy for him to say, always having been a little rich kid. It never occurred to him that there were people who didn't want all those fancy features on their phones.

Just as he was about to start heading towards the store, he stopped himself, turning to her. "Sakura, right?"

"Plain? Short?" Well, there was that saying that went 'first impressions...'.

As far as Sakura was concerned? Not a good one. You don't insult the girl you're going on a date with the very first second you meet her, what the hell. Nevermind that it wasn't a date--she'd get to that--but it just was not done! Her fists tightened at her sides.

It would probably be bad to punch someone already. But honest, this was like being around Sai. Horrible. "Yeah," she answered again, after she got over her initial shock. Straightening up her stance, to gain another...oh, who are we kidding--she cleared her throat. "Yeah, it's Sakura. Thank god you remembered the name, being as short and plain as it is, and all," she muttered.

"Thanks for the offered help, but don't think of this as a date."

Date. No date. "Whatever. Makes no difference to me." Hikaru shrugged, not caring either way. "Your name isn't hard to forget, since it's only one of the most popular names in Japan." He paused a moment to think. "Mine is too, actually."

He could tell her buttons were being pushed, and all it did was amuse him. Sakura seemed easy to rile up, which could potentially mean things could be even more fun than he thought as long as he could help it. There was also part of him that wondered if Kaoru was sneaking around, waiting for the right moment to nudge him and tell him to be nicer to her. Eh, maybe if he felt like it later.

"Let's go!" Hikaru chirped, pointing in the direction they were going. "Have you already thought about what kind you're looking for, or are you completely hopeless?"

"Oh...okay." Well, at least she didn't have to convince him. Dates always involved a different sort of etiquette, and Sakura was much more comfortable speaking to boys from a friend's point of view.

That way, she could still be herself, which meant she could still not tolerate the underhanded insults.

She focused again, and followed him. "I investigated, okay? I don't want some...super-expensive gadget with ten thousand applications that I'll never use."

"Good. Research is good. Makes it so much easier." It could take forever otherwise, having someone who didn't know what they want and needing everything explained to them. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Plaaain mobile phone." There was a cocky expression on his face.

Hikaru started thinking to himself how to make this... at least a little pleasant. Be more friendly and mature. Kaoru was always better at that kind of stuff. Being nice was always a confusing thing for him. "... So, uh, how long have you been here?"

"Functional," she insisted, narrowing her eyes at him pointedly. "And cheap. That's the biggest point--for it to be cheap."

Getting back to his second question, Sakura gave him the answer: "Around half a year." After all, there was no reason to not be civil. She was civil to a lot of boys. And men. And people. She was the perfect example of civility.

"Cheap." Hikaru said, glancing at her. "Figures~."

A year and a half. Aah, he wondered if she ever met Kaoru, or came across another him. "That's lame. My brother's been here for a long time too. I'd hate to be here for that long. It's only been a few months and I'm already so sick of this place. It's not fair that we can't go home when we want."

"Of course it does. You'd have no reason to believe I'm rich," she drawled, raising one eyebrow. It was pretty much a fact. Anyone else would have changed into better, prettier clothes, even if it wasn't a date; Sakura, however, had stayed in her working clothes, minus the standard medical robes. So basically, what she always wore. It wasn't like she wanted to impress anyone. Her brains could do that~.

"It is lame, I'll give you that," she said, sighing as they turned to a favourite subject. How her failure to escape sucked. "What's more unfair is that we can only leave when we don't want to."

"Of course not. That sort of thing is always fairly easy to tell." Or at least that's what he thought. He couldn't think of any reason why a rich person would look poor, or something really weird like that!

"... You mean there are people who don't want to leave?" Hikaru raised a brow, looking ahead to see that they were getting close. "What the hell is that about? I mean, I guess if people come from a world that is so boring that these curses are the best thing that have ever happened to them..."

So much for having tact, huh, Hikaru? He was probably rich, judging by his attitude, and clothes. And so many other things that she couldn't pinpoint.

"I doubt anyone would find curses that get you killed fun. Those statues were so very very creepy..."

Oh look. As mean as he is, he held the door open for Sakura, gesturing for her to enter. Host Club taught him well, though he didn't realize it most of the time. "How do you know? They could be masochists or something! Some people are that twisted."

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"Thanks." She stepped inside the shop, nodding. "Probably are. Or maybe they found someone here...but I don't see why anyone would be as foolish to--"

Wait. Hmm. Ino had done that. Probably not the best idea to call her best friend foolish for living her youth fully. At least Ino had the guts to do it. "Or maybe they're dead. Where would they go to afterwards, anyway? Or they died here, so that'd make leaving impossible."

"Ah." Hikaru nodded. That made sense. He'd never thought of it that way before. "Maybe they did. I think if they told me I could leave, but my brother couldn't come with me, I'd stay too."

Oh yeah, that's right. She just mentioned that some curses have killed people -- he didn't make the connection. "You mean some people come here dead?" He didn't understand that part.

"That's...really?" she paused, her eyes softening. "That's a noble thing to do."

"Yes, they do. Maybe...people from your world, that are dead, arrive here, but live. Not...quite, but somewhat, they live. There are things that set the difference, I've heard. Lack of a heartbeat."

"I can't leave him alone, although... apparently it's already happened before. Multiple times. It makes me so angry with myself, though I don't even know that it's really my fault." Hikaru shrugged, brow furrowed. "It's really frustrating to think that it could happen again! I could be gone tomorrow, just like that!" Rambling now. It was hard to stop once he got going, especially when this was something he thought about often and it was really distressing. "... Sorry," he put a hand to the nape of his neck. SIGH HIS LIFE.

"So... people who were dead before coming here get to live again? That is... really neat!" It made sense now. Maybe people weren't just strange or as lame as he thought for liking it here.

"No, it's fine, I get it...! This place is confusing, because for the situations you describe, you'd expect to live every day as if it were the last here, or to enjoy every moment. And there's still part of you that wants to get out. So there's that doubt between leaving and staying, wanting and not wanting, and it puts you in...pretty much, a messed up place." Cry more.

"It's not really neat as you can think. Not if those people were mass murders.

"Yeah..." Hikaru scratched his head. "Mass murderers... I forgot about them." It was easy to forget, as such things only seemed to exist in movies. He was never much for caring about things that happened outside of what he considers important.

And now the gestures to the selection of mobile phones on display. "Ne, you should get a pink one! You'd be cute with a pink phone," he pointed to the one he was referring to, of course making sure it was a cheap one as she requested.

Maybe the change of subject was good. She smiled slightly, and leans in to peer at them. "It is kind of a cute one..."

"Let's have a closer look!" Hikaru chirped, asking the employee to take it out of the display case so that they can take a look and hold it. Hikaru observed it first, of course, before handing it (http://www.shinyshiny.tv/pink-samsung-soul.jpg) over to her. "What do you think?"

"It's pretty...How does it work?" She's slowly warming up, even to the pink.

"It slides, like this," Hikaru said, demonstrating. "When you press the down arrow it will show your contacts, and you can also add people there in the options. It also has a camera, too, but I can guarantee that it won't be very good, since... you know." Hikaru looked thoughtful as he considered her needs, according to her. "I guess that's all. Some people like to text though, so you might want to try that too. And if you want to customize it so that there's a pretty picture and a cool ringtone, you can do that too."

She listened, nodding at his explanations. "I like it. I don't know if I should go with pink, though. I mean, I see pink every day, you know?"

"Mhm," he nodded, understanding. "Then maybe... what is your favorite color?" Hikaru looked at the phones in the display again, searching for another one that seemed to be a good fit for her. This was almost like dressing someone up, and he rather enjoyed doing things of that nature.

"That's complicated...uhm..." Well. "Red," she said, knowing that anyone who knew fashion would hit her for combining red and pink. But, whatever, on her it looked fine. Mighty, mighty fine.

"Or green."

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