Ipod Enticement
A/n: ……….I made this story with my own Ipod in mind, even though I have a Zune….well the iPod fit with the story better and what not. -nods-
This is what happens...When plot bunnies attack!!!
So this time around, enjoy the story.
Discaimer- Naruto is not one of my possessions…..awww….
Summary: Ino had always told Sakura that with her unnatural obsession with her iPod, she'd never get a boyfriend[ Sasusaku Au.(twoshot)
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And you don't seem to understand…
A shame you seemed an honest man…
And all the fears you hold so dear…
Will turn to whisper in your ear…
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Musiclife
The iPod just happened to be one of those phenomenal inventions. A portable media player, that enables one to walk about with as many different songs as they please. No CD or tape required.
Her parents thought it was unhealthy to have such an obsession for music, they claimed it to be the sole reason for Sakura's shyness. The pink haired girl was quick to disagree with them, had they ever considered that she just wasn't one for idle socializing. She just couldn't be mommy's little social butterfly.
So what if her circle of friends had grown a bit smaller since her first iPod. In her opinion, she had just the right amount of people to call friend and acquaintance.
Yamanaka Ino, a surviving friend of the iPod famine-as her other friends referred to it, always told Sakura she would never get a boyfriend.
Sakura always disregarded them, Ino most of all.
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I am falling, I am fading…..
I have lost it all…
It all started after an incident in lunch. Ino and Tenten had managed to drag Sakura to eat with them. Usually Sakura would sit outside and listen to her iPod, most of the time she didn't even bring anything to eat out with her. Soon after her indiscrete friends had somehow found out about her location during this free period, they were always trying to convince her to eat inside.
Sakura was able to wave off their beckoning, but today she was admittedly hungry, and the temperatures were started to drop recently. Sakura was persuaded into going inside for once, and actually, she was a bit glad that her friends chose today to seek her out.
She let herself be dragged to a crammed table where there were way too many people talking at once for Sakura to be able to decipher one conversation from the next. She swallowed. Suddenly, going outside in the cold with an empty stomach seemed to appear much more appealing than it had a few minutes ago.
Crowded places weren't Sakura's favorite place to be, and she decidedly made it known to the two people to whom the deed of bringing her here in the first place fell upon, even if she was more than willing to go before.
"Can I change my mind, now?" she indignantly asked the two girls on each of her sides.
"No", the two replied almost at an equivalent time, in a stern sounding voice. Ino playfully stuck her tongue out at her claiming that another famine was about to occur.
Sakura was unaffected. Though she was the quiet type, she knew how to work a rope around Ino's untamed resolve. 'Yeehaw', Sakura whispered to herself, then giggled. Subsequently, Ino gripped the necklace around Sakura's neck and brought their faces inches apart.
"Are you talking to yourself again?"
Oh yes. She had a temper.
"Ino-pig , your breath smells."
Ino instantly blew an exaggeratedly huge breath purposely in Sakura's face, and Sakura pretended to gag.
Tenten who had watched the exchange, knew there was no argument with Sakura when it came to things like this. So, she sighed and waved Sakura off.
"Okay then, Ja ne…"
Sakura confusedly turned to look at Tenten.
"You seem to be in a giving mood today, Tenten"
She shrugged.
"I'm wearing my happy pants."
"I see."
Sakura smiled and quietly thanked Tenten for understanding. Ino was a different story, she would fight longer. The moment after she exchanged her goodbyes with Tenten, she made a run for it.
She never saw the expression of rage that plagued Ino's face. Ino was extremely easy to out run. Sakura headed off to find a spot where she could play her music in peace, preferably inside, for this time of year.
"Damn, forehead-girl…..running…so fast…"
Tenten approached the gasping and weary looking girl who was hunched over trying to catch her breath.
"Actually, Ino, I think you're just really out of shape, that was barely 20 meters"
Ino playfully slapped the side of Tenten's leg from her hunched position.
"You try to run in four inch stiletto heels.
"Are you even allowed to wear those in school?"
Ino collapsed to the ground after croaking out a few incoherent words.
'Yep,' Tenten thought,' definitely out of shape.
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And you don't seem the lying kind
And all the things that I read there
Candle lit smile that we both share
In the quiet of the halls, Sakura hummed along with the music, as she searched for an unoccupied room where she could relax and enjoy her lunch period. So far the only possibly secluded rooms she had found were locked.
Her humming quieted to a stop as she noticed a door secluded away from the others. Room 219. She approached it like she did the others, not really expecting it to be unlocked, but to her astonishment it was open.
She was even more surprised to find a tall stair case leading upward to another door. The click of the door closing behind her gave her a start when it let loose a resounding click. With one look back at the now closed door Sakura scurried up the obviously uncared for creaking steps, almost afraid she would fall through. One of the floor boards on the upper half of the staircase groaned under her weight and she quickened her pace even more.
She hastily opened the door at the top and quickly exited the forlorn stair way when her trek up the creaking boards ended.
She was on the roof.
Around in a corner there was a bit of glass surrounding the ground, Sakura immediately shrugged it off and continued her exploration.
She stepped out to the edge, where she could see that was at least eleven floors up. She stepped away from the view a bit fearful of falling. Heights...definitely not her forte. She viewed a small shack door off to the side of the door she came through that she would've missed if not for the staircase door closing behind her. She approached it, hoping it was also open.
The door had been unlocked. She walked through the door a bit wary of where she was entering. 'Are students even allowed up here?'
Her worries left her when she thought of Ino. 'If Ino-pig can get away with wearing stilettos with a school uniform, then this is nothing'.
It was a small room. It consisted of tools, and other various supplies organized extremely unsystematically. Your basic storage closet.
The window supplied a nice amount of natural light throughout the room.
Sakura jumped when her eyes across the room, for the first time and she noticed another presence in the room.
A male form was slumped in a very misplaced love seat by the corner. His dark colored hair had tousled around his face in an angle from which his eyes weren't visible from Sakura's line of vision. Sakura could hear a faint pulse of music rebounding from his headphones.
'Ooh….emo scream 'o'
Sakura, herself had pretty much all types of music on her ipod. Classical hiphop, rock, you name it. If she liked a song then why not?
After a few moments of observation she recognized the form as a classmate of hers. Uchiha Sasuke.
Sakura never considered talking to him seeing as he always looked like he was in a bad mood, and every now and then, a few rumors would arise and make their ways to Sakura's ears, though mostly on the account of Ino. Then again, who didn't have some sort of rumor about themselves flying through the school walls?
Sakura could recall seeing him around a few times, once when the homeroom teacher had told her pass out papers and a few other times in the hallway. He was usually around an overly friendly and obnoxiously loud blonde boy by the name of Naruto. Sakura just couldn't see how that friendship worked out with the unworldly personality gap between them.
Oh well. To each their own.
Leaving her reverie behind, she was about to depart before she disturbed the dark haired male. Sakura decided she had time to contemplate how familiar she was with seeing the Uchiha around later.
Though as she was about to turn around and leave, curiosity started to bite at her ankles. He started to speak to himself, well more like verbally beat the crap out of himself.
She viewed his shoulders violently clenching up as he let loose a string of curses. Out of the better nature within Sakura that she wished she didn't have in the first place, decided to approach. She slowly walked towards him. His eyes flashed dangerously in her direction when he took note of her unwanted company.
Sakura didn't feel inclined to smile at him. Hey, she was already giving the almost stranger her time, what else could he want, tap dancing or a card trick?
"Are you okay over there?"
When his attention came to her, she tried to lighten the impossibly thick aura that seemed to surround her, and let the first thing she thought slip from her lips.
"As cliché as it sounds, talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity."
He didn't input an answer, and she decided that he didn't need her words repeated. She just decided to wait a few moments before making any further actions. Sakura was in no rush.
"It's rude to ignore people...you know?"
Sakura's voice lowered volume as she rationalized that he never planned on stating a reply in the first place. All he did was blankly stare. Her eyes immediately jumped to his right hand that he had just repositioned on his knee, any excuse to escape that dark gaze.
Sakura detected a few painful looking blood red lines marring the skin on the backside of his hand. She bit her lip when she figured it probably 'was' blood. Sasuke quickly moved his wound out of sight when he spotted where her subject of vision had gone. Sakura on the other hand knew that the gash and many scrapes could end up infected if not treated correctly.
This time she walked near without the air of hesitance held about her person. He instinctively tensed when she neared and grabbed his injured hand for a closer look. His eyes were hidden under his downcast hair again.
There was even some glass still strewn about inside of it. Sakura brought her green orbs back up to his after her brief observation.
"That should be treated before it gets worse."
Sakura wasn't surprised to see, or not see, in this case, any sort of reaction. She dropped her dark colored tote bag to the ground and rummaged for some bandages she had kept in there just in case. Tenten had always called her a paranoid guro-sadist for that. Sakura on the other hand didn't think there was such a word as guro-sadist…..was there?
She showed him the gauze bandage.
"Hey, I'm going to use my awesome girl scout powers on you now."
At the mention of girl scout, one of his eyebrows quirked up.
"It's a part of my dark past."
She justified it to him.
He still kept his silence, but in Sakura's ears, that wasn't exactly a no, so she lifted the hand up to view and started his treatment.
Through the whole time the only sound she managed to catch escaping was when he hissed softly as she removed one of the larger fragments of glass. Other than that, it was almost sickeningly quiet.
It was easy to add two and two together and figure that the Uchiha had indeed punched at something made of glass. That would explain the mess she had seen earlier. No doubt about it he was the culprit. She mentally noted for future reference not to forget that he had random outburst of violence, for reasons she could only ever hope to know.
After she successfully wrapped up his hand, she stared him in the face once more at a more comfortable distance away, as if waiting for some words of appreciation. Instead he drifted back into the depths of his mind.
The straight line of his lips curled tight into a small frown as he inspected Sakura's work. He winced when he fisted his knuckles in experiment.
"You're welcome."
She gathered her stuff, stood, and promptly left. The bell signifying the ending of lunch would be ringing soon.
She was all too aware of the dark gaze glued to her retreating form.
The next few weeks passed without much incidence. Sakura had given up her lunch spot, and just decided to sit at the table with her friends. Though most of the time, they would end up having one-sided conversation with her, with the occasional input from her.
One day in homeroom, Ino pointed out the obvious.
"That guy has been staring at you for a while, you know."
Sakura scoffed.
"He's probably only looking in this immediate direction, day dreaming or something."
Ino scoffed back.
"Then you must be standing in an immediate direction a lot."
Sakura with slightly flushed cheeks hushed Ino with seemingly innocent words.
"What's wrong with your face?"
The said blonde hurried off to her desk for her compact mirror. Sakura tilted her head to side to get a glimpse of the person staring at her, and indeed, he was.
The teacher chose that time to enter the class room.
Sakura couldn't pay attention very well, knowing that Uchiha-san was staring at her back.
The loud blonde guy named Naruto had to pass out papers today, and surprisingly he spoke to Sakura.
"Morning Sakura-chan," his smile grew wider " Do you happen to know the plural form of moose, I thought it was meese, but Sasuke-teme said I was wrong and so now I'm asking you!"
Sakura blinked. 'Sakura-chan?' This guy is pretty forward. Sakura decided to answer, no use being rude to a person who hasn't done anything to you.
"The plural is also moose……yeah..."
After a few seconds of confirming that moose was indeed the plural of moose he finally gave her a paper and continued passing out the rest.
Shrugging off the situation, Sakura slid her hand to the surface of her desk, about to turn on her iPod before a streak of panic met her. It was gone. She threw her head in all directions looking for it until she laid her eyes upon Uchiha Sasuke's desk. Next to his black iPod her own sat.
She confusedly looked into his eyes for some kind of explanation but he wouldn't meet hers and stared to the board at front casually copying down notes. She whipped her head back up to the front when the teacher started to speak. Something in front of her caught her eyes. A note on the paper that the Naruto person gave to her on it in neat blunt numbers were written.
"219"
The school bell thrummed a few times, releasing students to their next class. After she broke out of her reverie, she turned her head to look at Uchiha-san again, hoping she day dreamed the whole ordeal, only to notice that he was long gone, with the rest of the class.
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Okay so……
The next chapter will have much more sasusaku interaction, so you can get also get the feel of Sasuke's personality in this story, things are about to get difficult.
Tribond—(There are three words in the chapter that somehow relate with the key word below, if you find any of the words, you get a virtual waffle)
Keyword- Pine tree
Please review if you feel the need to correct me on anything, you wish me to explain something, or you just want to encourage me to continue. Even review if you want to tell me to stop writing this.
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