Authors Note
Ok , everyone this is my second story. I have a lot done but just posting this bit for now. If I get decent reviews I'll post the rest.
I don't own Naruto, unfortunately.
Rated M
AU- Modern Setting
What goes around...
Prologue
'This doesn't make sense!' Sakura plucked the wet towel from the bathroom door knob and flung it towards the white mound on the marble floor. 'This chick just checked in last night and already used every towel here! She wiped her hand roughly against her thigh to dry it, then shuddered still feeling the unidentifiable orange goo she'd palmed while changing the sheets in the room next door.
From the moment Sakura entered the room and eyed the expensive clothes tossed on the bed , she knew this woman had money or at least acted like she did. Some of those expensive labels used to hang in her own walk in closet. She had them organized by color and style. 'Hmm at least that made it easy for them to organize in the consignment shop.' She thought. She started to pick up a soggy wash cloth in the middle of the bath tub and felt so tired she could've lain down on the floor and went to sleep. 'Snap out it' she told herself. She straightened up and proceeded to continue to clean the bathroom. Make up was left on the counter near the bathroom sink, ' I know her mother didn't raise her to be this messy,. She then thought of how her husband used to fuss when she start to clean before the housekeeper came over. Her mother taught her not to give anyone anything negative to say about your house. Sakura's Mother used to clean houses for a living. She always complained about how nasty people were. She had hated those stories her mother told and other reminders that her mother was a cleaning woman.
'When we stayed at hotels like this I never made such a ….. Stop it Sakura… just stop it. 'That was another life and this is your life now. Stop reliving it and stop thinking of him, the dreams were bad enough I got to let him go.
She proceeded to spray the mirror and wipe it down. She refused to look in the mirror. She didn't need it to know she looked like Shit. As a part-time hotel maid she didn't even have to pretend she cared how she looked. The shapeless gray and pink uniform hung like a potato sack hiding her shape. At least the men that stayed at the hotel stopped coming on to her asking what she charges for extra room service.
Sakura's long silky pink hair had been pampered well-kept in all her life was carelessly twisted in knot on the nape of neck. For the first time in her life she avoided mirrors. The glow of her skin dulled and bags had appeared under her beautiful green eyes which weren't signing as bright as they did before. Especially when he was around, He would say It put the fired in your big green eyes and always keep it burning with a smirk, He had a way of coming off romantic and smug at the same time, she thought and smiled to herself. Once he disappeared the fire went out in her eyes.
Sakura held her breath and fought back the tears that threatened to fall every time she poured bleach into the toilet, 'I need this job, Sarada and mother need me to have this job.' She swished her rag around the seat, Folded the toilet paper edges into the perfect triangle, then poked her head into the bedroom looked at the clock, only 10:30, she sank down to her knees and scrubbed the tub, As she finished the tub and took all the towels and wash rags and put them in her rollaway bin, she was startled by a rattling at the door.
"Shit I hate these damned cards…. Money! He asked if I wanted money,." The woman's muffled voice quaked with rage. "What the hell is wrong with this key" she said in frustration. The Shaken at the door intensified, 'What is wrong with this girl 'Sakura thought as she went to open the door. "What are you doing in here? I'm checking out!' The woman snarled as she shot angrily thru the doorway. "Doesn't anyone in this damned hotel know what they're doing?"
Heat seared Sakura's cheeks; she had to bite her tongue in order to not say what she thought, She felt in her pocket for the list of rooms she had to clean she was given when she started her shift, when flung her Tablet on the desk and sent a vase of roses crashing to the floor, Sakura nearly jumped out of her skin.
"Would you leave?...Now!
'Oh my God…it can't be ... Sakura was dumbstruck, couldn't move from the spot she stood at. But that voice. It was clipped and commanding now. All traces of the stutter and softness were long gone, she spoke with confidence. Sakura stared as the woman yanked open suitcase, snatched clothes from the bed and stuffed them in. She looked at her hair and it was flawless. Long midnight blue straight hair down her back and bangs that fit her face perfectly. Her skin, still pale had a glow to it. She slimmed down a lot. Still curvy but you can tell she works out. And the outfit would pay my rent for the next few months. This is a total 360 from the girl she knew growing up.
"Are you hard of hearing or just stupid? I said get the hell out!" The woman came from the closet clutching a red dress like she would rip it in two. Her violet eyes blazed right thru Sakura.
It was definitely Hinata. Sakura looked dead in Hinata's face, opened her mouth to speak, but clamped it shut again silenced by the scalding glare. 'I have to say something,' she tried to find the words but nothing would come out. Chocked on the memory of their last stormy meeting and how shamefully she had treated Hinata her best friend, the closest thing to a sister she ever had. Suddenly, Hinata turned around and continued packing,
Anger and embarrassment came over Sakura. She backed slowly from the room daring Hinata to see her. A film of sweat coated her forehead and anger seeped thru her uniform. 'Who the hell does she think she is ignoring me. She thinks she's too good to know me? 'Hmm! I was her only friend at one point well besides Naruto but he doesn't really count. Everyone in our school thought she was dark and weird and called her, the grudge girl. Even Naruto thought so at first but once he got to know her, his opinion changed. At one point she stayed at my family's house when her own family could be bothered with her.'
Sakura pulled the door to and then leaned against the wall and shivered her head in a daze, her heart in an uproar.
"Damn you! I hate you!" Hinata's anguished wail pierced the quiet. Sakura was drawn toward the cry, reached for the knob, but she knew there was much more than the door still between them. Then loud sobs from Hinatas room flooded the silent hallways.
'All the years we were together… everything that has happened… I never heard Hinata cry… not even that day…'
