Official Boys Over Flowers Summary:

The Flowers Five are the most notorious pack of handsome, rich, and powerful friends in all of Konoha City. Each one is remembered by their defining traits, but everyone one of them also happens to be drop dead gorgeous. Every girl would die just to be in their presence. Sasuke Uchiha, the cold Flower Five leader and Uchiha Company heir. Naruto Uzumaki, the last president's son and a chef beyond his years. Shikamaru Nara, the son of a Nobel Prize winner and a lazy genius himself. Neji Hyuuga, Hyuuga Weapon's heir and a master swordsmen. Sai Ambu, a famous painter's son and a mesmerizing artist himself.

Now enter Sakura Haruno, a hard-working schoolgirl trying to make enough money to get into college, who is unwillingly forced to attend Uchiha Academy after she saves someone's life. With Sakura and her four best friends, they unravel secrets and find loves that will last forever, but not without some controversy and drama along the way.

SasuSaku.

~Boys Over Flowers~

Part 1: "Project Break"

Chapter 1

~Almost Paradise~

"You're going to regret this," he vowed.

Under the cherry blossom tree, with Sakura Haruno and the setting sun painting their figures into sweet honey-nut tint, a feeling lit in his chest. It was a warning, an ache, a concept he didn't yet understand, and little did he know that it would grow like a weed in his heart and ultimately become his undoing.

Burning charcoal eyes glared down at her, hatred and fury encrusted in his normally composed irises. His tall, lean body towered over her petite stature, looming over her none too kindly. He was the dominant figure in this power struggle, but she was not going to let him win without a fight. She would beat him at his own game if she had to, but she wasn't going to fall easily even if she did end up being defeated. But then again, she never lost when it came to a battle of wills.

She had just made the biggest enemy in the entire school, and she knew it. No, scratch that... In the entire city. No one rose above him, no one could beat him, and no one certainly dared to defy him. But she would do all of those things by the end of the war. Hell, she had already done one of those things by defying his merciless tactics of intimidation and tormenting.

She held her head high, a sweetly seductive smile etched arrogantly onto her lips. "No," she told him. "You are."

Thus began the battle of strength in the world renown Uchiha Academy. One beautiful blossom had challenged the great leader of the Flowers Five, but she wasn't alone, she had her own army to back her up.

After that day, everything changed for the Flowers Five.

This was about how Sasuke Uchiha, a wealthy heir had fallen irrevocably in love with a fiery and stubborn high school student named Sakura Haruno.

This was their story.

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Ten Days Ago...

"Sa-ku-ra!" Ino sang into her ear merrily, effectively waking the pinkette from her deep slumber. Her light pink lashes arched only for a second, before she was fully alert.

Sakura Haruno shot up from her bed immediately, startling her best friend into jumping back a step. "Jeez girl," Ino breathed. "You seriously need to chill." The girl in question groaned at the ironic and rather pointless advice.

"Says the one who just woke me up," Sakura retorted, still groggy. She yawned into her hand after that.

Ino held up her hands in defense. "It's not my fault that you just so happen to have four part time jobs and a full schedule during the school day. I'm just here to help, you know."

"Yeah," Sakura sighed, falling back into the covers. "I'm aware."

"By the way," the blonde added, sounding much more excited than before. The girl was practically squealing, "Did you hear about the new developments with the Flowers Five?"

The Flowers Five. Sakura did not want to even begin another discussion on them. She heard enough about them from her best friend. The five most dignified, handsome, hot, athletic, rich, and intelligent men in the entire country, let alone Konoha City. The five attended Uchiha Academy, the most prestigious school in the world, owned by Sasuke Uchiha's parents, but they also happened to be juniors just like them. The Flowers Five had been born into the grand productions of wealth and beauty, but they also had their separate traits and personalities to specifically define them from one another.

"I heard that Sasuke Uchiha just ended his relationship with his girlfriend!" Ino informed her, positively giddy. "And that Sai Ambu had just opened a new art museum downtown yesterday! Isn't that awesome, Sakura? We should soooooo check it out for ourselves!"

If not for Ino's absolutely engrossed outburst, she probably would've scoffed aloud. The girl was downright gaga over the Flowers Five, and thanks to her waterfall-mouth, Sakura herself practically knew every last detail about the Flowers Five's personal lives, well, that the tabloids sprouted out for the public anyway.

Sasuke Uchiha. Uchiha Company heir and the Flowers Five's cold hearted leader. The Uchiha company was a world renown organization that had their hands in just about every single industry there was, that had hotels, resorts, and cruise-lines settled all over the globe. Sasuke Uchiha himself was most notorious for his style, grace, and completely expressionless features. He also happened to be considered unpredictable. To the public eye, he was the man everyone wanted, but never got.

Naruto Uzumaki. The former president's son and a soon-to-be master chef. Despite the fact that he was just about as rich as he was famous, he apparently had had the roughest childhood of the Flowers Five. Both of his parents had died in a susceptibly intentional car-crash, meant to kill the two of his parents, if not Naruto as well. Other than that, he was revered for his childish persona, and deliciously cooked concoctions. Apparently his favorite dish to either create or consume happened to be ramen noodles.

Shikamaru Nara. The son of a Nobel Prize winner and a genius himself with an IQ well over two-hundred. This guy was known for his extreme laziness and absolutely uncaring personality. Apparently he also had an odd tendency to doze off in some very strange locations. Despite his intelligence though, he was known for never finishing his homework, or cared to do any of his projects. He was a half-rate with extreme grades.

Neji Hyuuga. The Hyuuga Weapons Company heir and a master swordsmen. His company was much like the Uchiha's, but whose mostly revolves around weapon-based technology. They still seemed to have their hands in everything else though too. His personality on the other hand was another story entirely. Supposedly, cold, ruthless, and taciturn, he was known for shunning anyone who came too close to him, unless it was for a grand business deal.

Last but certainly not least was Sai Ambu. He was the son of a famous painter, but he also was an even better one himself. His father also happened to own several art museums around the world, the fair majority holding countless, priceless works created from famous artists from long ago. Sai Ambu himself was a bit of an oddball, and not to mention awkward, but that was what most thought gave him a bit of endearment. Based on the things she's heard though, endearment was not her way of putting it.

These were the Flowers Five. It was just a bit of details that gave everyone a starting point on their lives. It was just a taste of what Ino knew, and just a smudge of what Sakura had picked up over the many times the Flowers Five been their topic of conversation.

"Sure," Sakura answered, trying to sound excited. "Sounds fun."

"I know!" Ino screeched. "I can't wait! We should bring the rest of the girls. I'd bet everyone would love it! We just need the right clothes..." Sakura drowned the rest of the one-sided conversation out by getting up from her bed. Her waist length pink tresses were matted in bright coral clumps, and her eyes were seemingly dead from exhaustion. She gawked at herself in the mirror, a bit disgusted.

With a sigh, she brushed her hair, and pulled it into two low ponytails, letting them each descend down her front, and quickly changed into her work clothes. When she got out of the bathroom, she found Ino waiting for her at the breakfast table with the rest of the girls that lived with them.

Temari was going through her home-movie assignment.

Hinata was playing the flute with sheet-music surrounding her.

TenTen was jamming out in her seat, one headphone in her ear.

Ino was going through her lines for the most recent play.

Sakura on the other hand, with a bike-lock clutched in her fist, grabbed a piece of buttered toast, placed it in her mouth, and left the house with a few incomprehensible goodbyes to her fellow housemates and sisters.

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"Thank you! Please come again soon!" Sakura sang happily as the door closed.

It had been a good day so far at the bookstore. She'd already had several customers that had wanted her opinion on certain books, and she was eager and downright elated to oblige. She knew everything about any book in the store, and had probably read at least half of what was already in stock. She was a very big bookworm, but it was her passion. Reading, writing; it was her life. And it was her dream to become a famous author someday. Now that was a fantasy worth waiting for.

She worked from the nine o'clock slot until noon during the weekends, and from three until seven on the weekdays. From then, she worked at a dry-cleaners, at a small clinic, and a noodle restaurant. Her free time was limited, but it was worth it to get money for college.

Sakura had grown up mostly alone until she the age of nine. She had lived as an orphan until Ino's family had suddenly adopted her, Hinata, Temari, and TenTen. But for some reason, she couldn't find it in herself to switch her last name from Haruno to Yamanaka like the other girls had. Perhaps it was the way it rolled of the tongue, or maybe it still made her connected to whatever family she had originally been born into. It was sad really. She couldn't even remember their faces anymore. Too many years, she thought to herself, too many years. It was different for the others though, all they could remember was their first names.

Then she noticed that a number of books were out of order, and she quickly shuffled over to them. No use in disorderly shelves. It only confused the customers who knew their way around a library setting. Humming an SS501 song, she set to work, rearranging and cleaning up the shelves.

It was as she was trying to reach for a higher shelf that the door chimed for a customer. She absentmindedly spoke her normal jubilant greeting, not even looking at him full in the face as he walked in.

"Can I help you find something today?" she inquired politely, still reaching for the book she had to remove. She was on her tip-toes and it was only a hairsbreadth away from her needy hands. She was so close!

He didn't speak, but instead strode up to her silently as a panther, before he was behind her, reaching for the same book she was. He grabbed it, and she lowered to her normal height immediately.

"Thanks for that," she said brightly, staring at the book with a sheepish smile and finally took it back. "I'm just a tad too short sometimes."

"Aa," was all he said in reply.

Sakura took note of the countless books that needed replacing, and went back to work. "Was there anything I can help you with though?" she inquired for a second time.

She was halfway to the other side of the shelf by the time he replied, "There isn't."

She hummed softly as the minutes past by. Titles and pictures went by in a blur until she was nearly finished. She smiled to herself at that. Maybe then Sakura could finally get some reading done herself. But, when she realized she had missed a certain name from the beginning of her trek, she backtracked.

Then she noticed a problem.

A repetitive problem, in fact.

A novel that was supposed to be placed in the 'A' section was placed in the 'S' section.

Then there was one of the 'F's in the 'A' section as well.

It kept going on and on, and Sakura was beginning to get frazzled. She had just cleaned all of this up! "What the hell happened here?" Sakura whispered, distraught by the time she found an eleventh novel out of place. It was just weird!

The sound of passing pages alerted Sakura of the man a few steps behind her, his back to her. He was casually flipping through one of her favorites, his expression unmoving. He didn't seem to specifically like or dislike it, which was good she supposed. She cast him weary glances at him through the shelves as she roamed the store though. Then he closed the book, the pages snapping back together in perfect alignment, and placed it uncaringly in the wrong spot.

Sakura stopped and stared. Did he make the mess of miscalculated designation of all those novels?

She had just cleaned it all up, for God's sakes! A frown marred her face as he emerald eyes narrowed ever so slightly in irritation. There was no one else in the shop, and she had just witnessed him misplacing one. It had to have been him!

Just... Lovely.

Stifling a sigh, she replaced the books, again.

When she was finally done, she made it back over to the main desk, a favored book in hand. It was a few minutes of kindly peace...

Until she heard a rather loud thump from the other end of the shop. Taken from the fantasy of the story, Sakura looked up for a moment in curiosity, but when silence overcame the store once more, she dove back in.

Thump.

She looked up again, but set her book down this time. She scrunched her brows in bewilderment, until a collection of thumps made its way to her ears. This time she leaned over the desk to get a better view of the situation. More thumps ensued and she set her gaze to where the odd sound originated.

Her eyes widened in shock at what held her line of vision. That careless man was in her boss's office! Sakura shot up from her seat instantly. That room had been locked! How had he even gotten in?

"Excuse me, sir!" Sakura called over, racing over to the office. "Might I ask what in the world you're doing? You're not allowed access to these areas."

The customer was leaning over several open boxes, and simply claimed, "I have no obligation to you."

Sakura blanched, dumbfound, "You might have no obligation to me, mister, but you do to my boss, who'll knowing him, request for your immediate arrest for snooping in his office without permission!"

The man grabbed something from one of the boxes, and took to his feet, unwavering in his quest. Sakura sputtered, aghast. The nerve of this man! How dare he barge into her store and steal from her own boss?! It was absurd!

His strides were purposeful and had the slightest bit of elegance in them, as if he had been trained in dancing waltzes and several different types of athletics. The man himself was at least a head taller than her, and perfectly lean to match. She could even see the toned muscles hidden behind a dark leather jacket. Tall and dark.

But Sakura beat him to the door, her feet firmly planted a foot from his getaway. Her stance was challenging as she stared up at him, a hip cocked to the side while a hand rested there. She gave him her best eyebrow raise, that were as smug as any words. You think you can get past me? Oh yeah, sure. Just try your luck mister, let's see what you've got.

His eyes were hidden behind ebony sunglasses, but his porcelain white skin and high cheekbones with jet-black hair was enough to tell her that he had to be very handsome.

The man before her snorted, clearly unimpressed by her smug demeanor. Sakura merely shifted her weight, her eyes boring holes into his head. "I'm afraid that whatever you took should be returned. I'd also listen to me if I were you."

A hand that had been stuffed lazily into a pocket was raised to the door, but before he could even reach it, Sakura took his arm, spun herself around, pulled his arm back behind him, and slammed him against the window.

He let out an annoyed grunt before he spoke, "You have no idea who you're dealing with."

Sakura let out a burst of laughter. "And this is coming from the guy who's backed against the wall, and unable to move his left arm. Yeah, I'm afraid the person who is clueless here, is you, buddy."

"You can believe what you wish then."

Then in a matter of seconds, she was the one who was backed against the wall. Her hands were forced above her head, and the man, was suddenly mere inches from her. He was so close to her that she could feel his hot breath on her flushed cheeks.

Sakura found that the proximity was as uncomfortable as it was frustrating, and she fumed, her cheeks becoming red with the oncomings of immaculate anger. She glared up at him, unable to wrench her arms free of his titanium grip no matter how hard she jerked. The only progress she got was a slight twitch of his wrist, but this only seemed to fuel his strength as it tightened even harder every time.

"Enough," he ordered, the beginnings of a scowl etched so lightly onto his face that she could barely acknowledge his resentment. "It's pointless."

She could faintly see his eyes under the veil of blackened shades. His gaze was set outside the store, moving slowly, as if watching someone's approach. But she didn't care about where his attentions were drawn; she only cared if it would cause his grip to loosen enough so she could remove herself from his clutches. She gave herself the count of three to gather her strength.

One.

His eyes gazed down at her for a mere fraction of a second.

Two.

His gaze lifted from her glaring emeralds.

Three.

His grip had lessened.

She threw her hands from him, only to realize that it was completely unnecessary. He had already released her. Stunned for a moment, she stood up straight and realized why.

Sasori Akasuna, her boss, was standing in the doorway, seemingly impassive as usual. The only sign of wonder, or even perhaps, confusion, was in his blinking array of fluttering eyelids, as if the view before him was one of an imaginary creation. "I see you've met my finest employee, Sasuke."

The name itself struck a finely bound cord within Sakura.

Sasuke . . .

That name . . .

. . .

. . . Sasuke . . .

. . . Wait a second here . . .

Sakura's eyes widened in shock.

. . . Sasuke?!

. . . It couldn't be . . !

. . . Could it . . ?

. . . Sasuke . . .

The looks, the clothes, the cold attitude, the distinctively disrespectful manners. It added up so simply, and yet the thought was nearly impossible to believe.

. . . Sasuke Uchiha?!

The man in question turned toward her for a second, his cool and unruffled expression painted across his face, but after he saw the look she gave him, he sneered down at her fearlessly. Sakura had to force herself not to choke on her own saliva after that. She was frozen in her spot, unable to move. She had gone pasty pale at the dreadful revelation.

Oh.

Good.

God.

"Wh-who?" Sakura croaked out, barely audible.

When he turned back to Sasori, he sounded a bit annoyed, "So I did."

"Were you here for the book you ordered last week?" Sasori inquired, closing the door behind him. "Itachi told me that you would be coming in soon to retrieve it."

Sasuke nodded his head, and grabbed the book out of his pocket. "I am."

"Follow me then."

Sakura, knowing that her presence was considered relatively unnecessary, scrambled to the further end of the bookstore to finally catch her breath and think normally again.

Then she realized.

Ino was going to give her a heyday when she heard about this...

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The rest of Sakura's hours at the bookstore passed almost too slowly for her to bear. Even with the comforting silence and a good novel in hand, relaxation was nonexistent. She swore she had read the same passage at least seven times before she finally set it to rest and just watched the clock tick. Seconds felt like lifetimes and her entire body was twitching to move, to run, to just leave that damn bookstore.

It wasn't until eleven o'clock on the dot that Sasori noticed her anxiousness, and decided to give her the rest of the day off. With hardly any customers coming in, and with her reliable track record, it didn't seem to bother him. He said it with a shrug, not caring less whether she stayed or left for the remainder of her time slot.

She couldn't have been happier to accept his proposal either.

Sakura was probably out the door in ten seconds flat, a wide grin adorning her face, and probably leaving a rather bewildered Sasori in tow.

With about an hour of nothing to do, she grabbed a quick bite to eat to resolve her mounting hunger. Her next job of the day was at a local dry-cleaners. Often what she did was personally deliver freshly cleaned clothes back to their owners. At least she got to move during those hours.

She ended up calling Ino while she ate, informing her rather awkwardly that she had something rather important to tell her when she got back home for the night. The blonde was all too curious to figure out what she was referring to. The girl had no idea.

She was so going to freak when she found out.

But unlike the average girl, Sakura thought that her meeting the Uchiha heir was less than desirable... Especially under the circumstances she had brought upon herself.

But then again, it was his fault for not explaining his acquaintanceship with Sasori. That was an unquestionable mistake on his part. He could've just explained the whole damned thing and she wouldn't have had to look like a complete idiot when Sasori had came back! He was her boss, and at the very least, she wished he hadn't had to have seen that. How embarrassing...

She nearly groaned on the spot just thinking about it. What a great morning this had been!

Then she looked up to the sky, her frustrations climbing back up once more, and screamed for the world to hear, "Thanks a lot, Uchiha!"

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"Forehead!" Ino laughed as Sakura opened the door to their house.

She gave a halfhearted smile at the excited greeting, but it didn't fully reach her eyes. What a long day. It was the early morning events that had caused the downfall from normality and peace. All she wanted to do was sleep it off, and forget about it completely. But then again, she was rather interested in Ino's reaction.

"Hey Pig," Sakura greeted, locking the door for the night. The sky had begun to darken a few hours ago, and just a little light was left on the horizon. It was pretty, she thought. Then she took notice of just how quiet the house was. Usually between Hinata's music practice, and Tenten's constant need for blaring hip-hop, the house was always a little loud. Instead, it was silent. Sakura looked around in confusion. "What happened here?"

Ino waved her hand noncommittally, and planted a freshly made hot cocoa in Sakura's hands. "Temari needed people for her movie project. They're all downtown until later."

Sakura rose a brow. Ino never missed an opportunity to be apart of Temari's movies. "And you didn't go?"

"Well, it's not like I didn't want to go," Ino told her. "You just sounded like there was something going on that's apparently 'important'. So, what is it?" Then she winked, taking a sip of her cocoa. "Finally have a boyfriend that I should know about?"

Sakura hardly had the energy to force out laughter, but tried a pained smile. "Ha, nope."

"Forehead, you're worrying me here." Ino's brow became creased with concern. "Really, is something going on?"

The girl in question sighed and sat herself at the dining room table. She stared at her best friend for a moment, before she grasped for the warmth of the coco. Ino was so going to freak...

"Forehead-"

Before another word could get out of her best friend's mouth Sakura merely cut in rather boldly and simply stated, "I met Sasuke Uchiha today."

Her reaction was immediate, but it was also slow. She blinked for a few seconds, straightening in her seat, before her cerulean irises went as wide as a saucer. She stood up quickly after, her chair falling back as she did, and slammed her hands down hard on the table. "WHAT?"

At that, Sakura did grin, chuckling a little.

"What the hell happened, Sakura?" Ino bellowed, slamming her hands down again. "You should've called me! I would've been there in seconds. Oh god. Oh god. Oh dear god, you met Sasuke Uchiha. I should've been there..."

"It kinda happened too fast for me to even contact you."

"What the hell happened then?" Ino demanded, staring her down. Clearly she was still in the strong hands of shock to be giddy just yet. She probably would be later though.

Sakura laughed.

Apparently her reaction caused a spark of malice to appear in Ino, as she glared at her, and she drawled darkly, "What the hell happened, Sakura?"

With a very amused grin, she told her story. And Sakura could admit that meeting the infamous Uchiha had indeed been interesting. It certainly wasn't your everyday type of meeting. While it did have its embarrassing points, it was a little different. An upset in her normal lifestyle.

One upset that she was sure to never happen again.

At least, that's what Sakura hoped.

The thing was though, she had no idea where her life was heading.

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F5

A pink message. With five separate flowers in the middle.

That letter and number together on a piece of paper... It could only come from one group, and there was only one place where it could have been sent from.

It was a notice from hell.

And it only meant one thing.

Kankuro Shubaku stared, terrified. What he did next didn't even matter. He would be found wherever he went. There was no stopping the inevitable. The mayhem, torture, and psychological trauma was all that Uchiha Academy had brought for him.

"So he's the newest victim?" one person asked.

"Seems like it."

"That's Gaara Shubaku's brother, right?"

"Yeah, poor thing."

"The Flowers Five and the Uchiha Company in general are really hitting the Shubaku Company hard aren't they?"

"They've been falling for years since their founder and CEO was murdered. I suppose it only makes sense to get rid of the loose strings while they still can."

"Isn't Gaara Shubaku supposedly insane? I've heard rumors that he's even killed some of his workers..."

Kankuro couldn't stand it. It was too much. Too much.

He was shaking so hard that his hands were vibrating with tension. He slammed his locker door shut, and let the torment begin.

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A few days later happened to be a school day for Sakura. It was still early, but she happened to work at the dry-cleaners pretty early in the morning, just about an hour before school started. So, dressed in a school uniform, and riding in a bike filled with a certain customer's clothing, she followed the exact address down to a T.

What she didn't figure out until she got there, was that she had arrived at Uchiha Academy. Sakura openly gaped at the grand schoolhouse the moment it had arrived into view, but it was more like a mansion hooked together with several other smaller, but still very large, mansions. She had actually had to go through a high-tech security check at the main entrance before she was admitted inside.

Well, it is a very prestigious academy. Sakura thought. I suppose it would only make sense that they have their own police system. Still, she awed.

"Wow..." Sakura breathed, stunned at the sheer size of Uchiha Academy. She had heard the rumors from Ino on several occasions, and from the boisterous tabloids, but to actually see the it in person was another thing entirely. It was simply spectacular!

So this is the place that that damned Uchiha goes to, ne? Sakura grumbled inwardly, but outwardly she glanced around curiously, impressed at the scenic campus.

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It had been three days since Kankuro had received that flowered notice in his locker. Everyday had been more dreadful than the last, and he could barely even recognize his own face anymore as the days passed. He had ended up having to send two of his uniforms out to get dry-cleaned, otherwise they probably would've been completely inusable had he put them back on. But really, that was the very least of his worries now.

He had tried to make himself inconspicuous.

He had tried to run.

He had tried to hide his emotions.

Everything had ended brutally. Every last punishment was horrid. It wasn't just bullying, it was torture. Perhaps that was what led him to run in this deranged direction.

Kankuro gritted his teeth in finality. The gang of boys that the F5 had sent were following him, catcalling and bellowing the entirety of his sprint.

It would all end soon.

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Sakura had checked all the known locations for her recent client, Kankuro Shubaku. From what she had recently heard from the news, his family's company was doomed to fail within the next few months. She found it a bit saddening considering his family had held it up for several decades. But it wasn't really her place to think that way anyway.

She biked around several buildings until she heard some girls gossiping that 'the victim' was on the rooftop. Perhaps her client would be there, but Sakura was a bit skeptical and weary about the use of the word 'victim' in any sentence. A sensation of fear swept throughout her.

Carrying a bag of uniforms, she hiked it up the stairs to the roof, earning a few odd glances along the way. She probably wasn't what the average student looked like in this school. No rich accessories, no dressy hairstyle, and no make-up. Just her plain, old self. Yep, the life of Sakura Haruno.

But she barely paid them mind. She had more important things to occupy it. Like 'the victim'. Did something happen? She had had a few mentally depressed kids at her own school over the years, and it was nothing to joke about. She was going to do something if she had to. She had seen enough sourness in her own life growing up in an orphanage. She didn't wish it upon others.

When Sakura got there, the rooftop was flooded with students, all grasping for the opportunity to take a photo of the teen that stood on the edge of the front of the notorious academy. What she had figured was correct then. Boys whistled unapologetically and girls cooed materialistically. It disgusted Sakura in the most revolting way possible. These people were supposed to stop such madness, not motivate and approve it!

A newfound rage barreled up in her, her face red, and hands clenched into tightly balled fists.

"Don't!" Sakura called out to the boy on the ledge.

A silence overcame the student crowd, and a bloodied boy slowly turned to face her. His face was pale white, but a stain of dried scarlett marred his perfect complexion. He had a shock of scruffy brown hair, and small eyes that stared at her, filled with longing. He wanted a way out, but that was not what she gave to people lightly. And this was not going to be one of those days.

Sakura strode up to him, her steps composed, her expression grim. A gust of wind traveled over the area, capturing her long locks into flying into its reassuring grasp. Her emeralds refused to leave his brown ones.

"Why not?" His voice was gruff, as if overused. "I have nothing to live for anymore..." he trailed off, his voice leaving with the wind, but his expression hardened with his words when he spoke again, "I also want to show those stupid flowers that this torment will end with me."

He was bitter, but rightfully so. Whomever had done this to him had to be, persecuted, arrested, and punished accordingly. "That still doesn't give you a reason to end your own life," she argued softly. "This will not achieve anything."

He laughed, a remorseful sound that pained her heart. "You know nothing about me."

"No, I don't," she admitted truthfully. "But I do know one thing, and that's that you want justice for what happened to you. It's possible to get that with your state."

"Justice," he repeated, as if it was a foreign word. "Whatever justice I get isn't possible with the ones who did this to me. The Flowers Five are impossible to break, everyone knows that."

Sakura straightened. "The Flowers Five? They did this to you?"

"Yep," he answered, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "And I already know how I'm going to get the justice I want." He paused, searching the sky, evaluating the answer that he had already discerned from the start. When he turned to her again, he simply told her, "I'm going to destroy them by using the very thing they tried to destroy."

Her eyes widened at the meaning. No. She wasn't going to let that happen. Not on her watch.

"Thank you for listening though," he whispered in the wind that flew around them.

Time seemed to slow as she raced up to him. He was falling, and Sakura's heart lurched in her stomach. The crowd gasped and screamed.

She was only a few steps away.

He was still in reach. She could only hear her breath as adrenaline coursed its way through her veins.

Two steps.

He was barely in her reach anymore.

Nanoseconds were hours in her mind.

One step.

Only his elbow was above the railing, and Sakura nearly dove after him, but refrained, her feet scratching hard against the surface to maintain some sort of balance.

The crowd was going wild at her efforts.

The hand that was descending to the ground was snatched away by her unrelenting grip. She had caught him, but just barely. The sudden increase in weight nearly dragged her down completely, but she refused to let go of his hand. She was not going to let someone die so easily.

The boy's eyes were wild, crazed and flabbergasted by her actions.

Sakura took a gasping breath, and used her other arm to distribute his weight evenly, assisting in his ascent to the rooftop. Her arms were straining already. The boy was heavy, but luckily, she was strong. Her years in martial arts were finally giving her a good reason to continue her training.

"Wh-why?" the boy mumbled.

Despite the grit, and the strain of her arms, Sakura smiled. "No one should die for something like this. Everyone has a role and having it end like this isn't yours. I am going to get you out of here, got it?"

The boy merely nodded and Sakura pulled like hell for what felt like an eternity. She nearly cried in pain when he was halfway up, able to hook his legs around the edge and shakily make it over in one piece.

Sakura had to lean against the rail for support, breathing heavy, her face red from exertion, but she gave anyone who dared even look at her funny a death glare heated enough that they ran away. The entire fleet of students ran in a frenzy to leave the roof after that. She figured that some of them would inform that goddamned Uchiha about what she had done, but for the moment, she really didn't care about that.

The boy was just about as exhausted as she was, and both of them rested themselves against the rail.

"Who the hell are you?" the boy inquired after a few minutes of silence and rest, obviously dumbfound.

Sakura let out a brief chuckle and a smile. "Name's Sakura Haruno. I was here to bring some guy his uniform, but apparently I got to save someone's life instead."

"Uniform?" he repeated.

Sakura pointed to the sheathed outfit across the rooftop. "For a guy named Kankuro Shubaku."

He stared blankly at it for a few seconds. "That's me actually."

"Well," she began. "Consider this job done then, because I'm pretty sure I've worked overtime... I'm also pretty sure I'm going to be late for school too."

He laughed tastelessly. "Yeah, you definitely are."

They lapsed into a brief silence once more, but a single question tugged at her mind, one that he had probably been deciding upon also. "What are you going to do now?"

She seriously hoped that she wouldn't have to go through this situation twice.

At that, he smiled slightly. "Well, since I had gone through the experience of having my life flashing before my eyes, and get saved by a girl that came here to give me back my dry-cleaning, I'd say that trying to kill myself again would be a bit pointless when I really don't want to go through this ever again."

"That wasn't exactly a clear answer."

He scratched his head and sighed, "I'm leaving this school and never coming back."

Sakura was a bit unsatisfied with that, but still glad that the bigger issue in this problem was being solved. All that was left was the people who had assisted in the beginning of this. "What about the Flowers Five?"

He sagged against the railing. "I'm pretty sure this has caused an upset anyway."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "How?"

"This school is filmed and photographed every second of every day. This is going to be everywhere in a matter of hours. I just hope for your sake that you don't get sucked into it."

Oh.

Good.

God.

Sakura's violet fury came back full force, a brow twitching in complete irritation. She yelled for the world to hear, "Damn you Sasuke Uchiha!"

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The Flowers Five had just watched the beginnings of a scandal that would change their lives, but none of them knew it yet.

A long, pale finger tapped against his leather seat, the only sound in the entire room after the tv had been shut off.

"So, what do you think Sasuke?" Naruto asked, positively curious for his best friend's reaction. "I think she's interesting!"

The tapping stopped, but the expression on his face remained impassive.

"She's a bit out of the ordinary," Neji commented dryly.

"She's ugly too," Sai put out there, a fake smile plastered on his white canvas of a face for everyone to see.

"Either she's incredibly brave," Shikamaru admitted, his eyes closed lazily as he rested on the nearby couch. "Or she's incredibly idiotic to challenge you like this."

Sasuke, the F5 leader, sat back in his chair slowly, his arms nestled on the sides of the leather armrests. His cold charcoal irises drifted from the four men, before he simply put out his own thoughts, "She's incredibly annoying is what she is."

Only Sasuke had no idea of his future either.

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~Boys Over Flowers~

Updated: Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Author's Note:

Well hello there poppets~. It's been since April that I've even updated anything, and now I've started a new story?! It's crazy... I know, BUT, and I mean BUT, I do have my reasons for suddenly putting this out there. Recently, (probably within the last week and a half) I've been watching the actual Korean Drama that this story is named and very roughly based off of. It's a worldwide known hit series, and the idea just came to me really, really suddenly, and truly, the show is outstanding. I cannot explain to you my love for that series, and I've also been in a bit of a SasuSaku craze recently too, you see. So this is to that loving couple and that wondrous series. Also, I love you, Kim Hyun Joong! You'll always be my favorite Korean actor! I'll miss you, and wish you a safe return when you head off to military service!

By the way, the titles of the chapters are from the songs used in the Korean Drama, or from one of the main actor's albums. This one is Almost Paradise by T-Max (It was also the opening song for the show).

I really hope you guys review! It's been so long, and I hope you like this!

Now I'll probably finish the rest of the latest chapter of

. . . Tainted White . . . within the week, so until then poppets!

Ja-ne!

-Cassandra