Disclaimer: I don't and probably never will own Naruto, unless a miracle happens. Which I highly doubt will since I have prayed for years but nothing happened. Sob. Oh well, at least I can write about them. Sniffle. Author blows nose. Anyways Naruto still belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.
Note: This will probably end up to be a three chapter fic.
Title: Opportunities: Part 1
Chapter 1: Realization
Setting: This is an AU fic. Sakura's in twelfth grade at Leaf Academy
Pairings: SakuraxSasuskeNarutoItachiSaiGaaraNeji
Plot: Sakura lost her memories in an accident. And with that gone, her housemates have so many opportunities for deception, lies, fighting, and trying to capture an ignorant girl's heart.
'Ugh. My head hurts.' A pink haired girl clutched her head as she became aware of a throbbing pain in her head. She looked around confused at the surroundings that she couldn't place in her mind. She was on a couch in what seemed like a living room. 'Where the hell am I?'
A group of people were surrounding her, though most of them where hiding it, they where all worried about her. They were relieved when the pink haired girl woke up. 'And who are they?'
"You're finally awake Sakura-Chan! I was worried that you were going to sleep forever!" A blond, blue-eyed male yelled before engulfing her in a bear hug. Sakura, the name of the lovely emerald-eyed maiden, was surprised at being hugged, but that quickly turned to panic as she began to choke. Sakura's pale face was swiftly changing to an interesting color, as her access to oxygen was continuing to be cut off.
"Hey, why did you do that bastard!" The blond from before yelled, when the so called 'bastard' yanked him back from his beloved Sakura-Chan.
"You were choking her dobe." The 'bastard' that was wearing an annoyed expression stated bluntly.
"Oh. Sorry Sakura-Chan." The nervous blond scratched the back of his head worried, while bracing himself for one of the female's infamous punches. After, a few seconds he blinked staring at Sakura. She stared back curiously at his. After a few more seconds that it took for his brain to process that she wasn't going to hit him, he began panicking. "Guys, there's something wrong with Sakura-Chan! She's not acting like herself! Neji, you're a doctor right? FIX HER!" The blond yelled, shaking Neji buy his shirt.
"I'm not a doctor Naruto. I'm just from a clan that has produced some of the best doctors there are." Neji said while trying to get away from the over-reacting male.
"Who cares, just fix her." Naruto stopped shaking the white-eyed man in exchange for shaking Sakura. "SAKURA-CHAN, CAN YOU HEAR ME? IF YOU CAN, CAN YOU FIX YOURSELF? PLEASE, DON'T DIE ON ME. I DON'T THINK I CAN L-"
"Stop it idiot. You're making her dizzy." A certain person with red hair and the character love tattooed on his head said placing his hand firmly on his shoulder. Naruto stopped and started saying his apologies. When Naruto calmed down, everyone waited as Sakura got over her dizzy spell. "Are you okay Sakura?"
"Who's Sakura?" At those two words, (three if you count who's is as two words) the horrifying revelation of Sakura's current condition fell upon the group of men. They all froze staring horrified at Sakura. The girl returned their gazes curiously unaware of the reason of their shock. The reason however was the only thing was the running through the seven other people in the rooms mind.
Sakura Haruno, the pink-haired girl that managed to worm her way into each of their hearts, the only person in the whole world who could soften the 'cold-hearted bastards', the short girl who was the only girl that hated their guts at first sight, the girl that reeked of innocence so much that a chorus of angels sang when she was born, the girl that was the enemy of all the Gaara, Sasuke, Neji, Naruto, Itachi, Sai, and numerous other male's fan clubs, the smart girl who was one of the densest people they knew, the only girl that could insult them and get away with it, the girl who all of them had slowly fallen in love with, had amnesia.
Duh dun dun. (Sorry, I couldn't resist.)
Of course the men were disappointed when they first realized that Sakura wouldn't remember them. But that all disappeared as they realized the possibilities that her condition gave them. Their evil minds started plotting right away. So let's go hop on the bus and see what they have in mind, for our sweet little cherry blossom.
Neji's mind
"OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! Sakura lost her memories. Now she'll forget the beautiful moments we shared together." Inner Neji wept. "Like the time we danced at the dance, but of course the stupid bastard Sasuke just had to cut into it. Then that dumb, moronic, idiot just had to spill punch on my brand new suit. I can't believe they even let all those horrible, ugly, weak, pathetic…" (Please excuse the pause, but a brief intermission is needed while Inner Neji has a little tantrum and does and says things that aren't appropriated for our precious readers.)
"Well at least she won't remember them either." The inner self said trying to comfort himself, then continued saying other things about the people he dubbed as 'stupid-bastards-and-idiots-who-should-know-they-had-no-chance-with-Sakura-when-they-knew-she-liked-him-the-best.' This went on for several minutes when Inner Neji suddenly stopped mid-rant as a light bulb lit above his head.
'She won't remember them either.' The words appeared like magic floating across Neji's mind in big floating letters in size 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,
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000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000… font.
"She won't remember any of those stupid-bastards-and-idiots-who-should-know-they-had-no-chance-with-Sakura-when-they-knew-she-liked-him-the-best too. Which means that this is the perfect chance to make Sakura-Chan mine once and for all. By the time she regains her memories, she'll be so in love with me that she won't care that I lied to her. I'm such a genius, no wonder they call me a prodigy." Inner Neji cackled. And chuckled. And don't forget gloated, at the genius of his plan.
"Mmmmmmmmmmuuuuuuuuuuhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah…….."
Interesting, now let's why don't you all look in at the screen to see how Neji was acting on the outside when Inner-Neji was plotting while I drive to the next person on the tour….
Neji was frowning watching the blossom with pale white eyes. While inside his mind his Sakura crazed inner self plotted. The frown disappeared in place of a smirk as the inner self finally figured out a plan.
Naruto
"Why? Why?" Inner-Naruto sobbed. A spotlight was shining on Inner-Naruto while a salty puddle was slowly forming underneath him.
"WWWWWHHHHHYYYYYY? Why did it have to be Sakura-Chan. Why couldn't it be one of those stupid bastards that lost their memories instead of Sakura?"
"Don't cry Naruto. Our precious Sakura-Chan losing her memories isn't that bad of a thing. It gives us lots of possibilities." Another person came to stand in front of Inner-Naruto. The person was the exact replica of Naruto, but a little darker looking. His eyes were a dark sapphire blue, and the whiskers were darker than Inner-Naruto's.
"IT IS NOT FAIR. NOW SAKURA WILL PROBABLY NEVER REMEMBER ME, AND SHE WILL BE BRAIN WASHED BY THE BASTARDS." Inner-Naruto shouted from his puddle of tears which now a pool of tears. The Naruto-replica's eyebrow twitch with annoyance at being ignored.
"Stop crying you crybaby and listen to me." The Naruto-replica demanded. Inner-Naruto seemed to not hear the replica as he continued to show his sorrow by leaking salty liquid out of his eyes. The Naruto-replica had enough with being annoyed, so he did the first thing that pop into his head. He kicked Naruto in the head.
"WWWWAAAAAHHHHHHH! Why did you hit me?" A teary eyed Inner-Naruto demanded.
"Well if you just paid attention to me, I wouldn't have hit you." The Naruto-replica smirked.
Inner-Naruto just glared at the Naruto-replica for several minutes. Then Inner-Naruto's face turned into a confused, but adorable expression. "Hey, who are you anyways?"
The Naruto-replica face faulted, and hit his head on a magic wall that just appeared with the most powerful magic there was. A power everyone has, and is the thing that's makes this story possible, along with the other of millions of stories in the world. Imagination. (People on the tour bus goes round and round. I mean, the people on the bus goes: Oooooooohh. Aaaaahhh.)
Anyways back to the conversation. "Let's just say I'm a part of you. The eviler and more perverted side." He smirked again looking at Inner-Naruto's bewilder expression. "And smarter too."
"Hey!"
"Anyways, I have an idea." The Naruto-replica continued ignoring his remark.
"What is it?" Inner-Naruto asked curiously forgetting that he just insulted him. The Naruto-replica rolled his eyes at his short attention span. "Do you know a way to get Sakura-Chan's memories back?" His bright blue eyes were shining with hope.
"No, but I know how you can get Sakura for us." The Naruto-replica looked at Inner-Naruto's hopeful and excited look. The replica smirked knowing that Inner-Naruto would do everything he told him. "So listen, here is the plan…"
"We'll just leave those two to their planning. Next we will travel into the mind of Uchiha Itachi. Everyone please keep you legs and arms in the vehicle at all times." CRASH! The lights suddenly went out. "It seems like we have hit a road block. Please remain in your seats while we-"
Screaming echoed throughout all of the bus.
"Get out of my mind." A bloody Itachi with a murderous look in his eye appeared just as the lights turned back on.
Gulp. "Wellthisistheendofthetour.Ihopeyouenjoyedyourride.Pleaseexitontheright." The bus driver shouted while running away. After staring at the trail of dust left behind, the others begin running away too.
"It seems like we don't have the privilege of viewing Itachi's plotting. And our bus has been broken. So I'm sorry to say, we aren't able to visit anybody else. But don't worry we will get a new one as soon as possible. We just have to settle for viewing them by our hidden cameras."
'Who's Sakura?' The question hung in the room. But slowly the atmosphere relaxed a bit as the men in the room started smirking. Sakura looked around at the group surrounding her confused. Finally fed up with the silence she said, "Can you tell me who Sakura is and who are all of you?"
The men in the room exchanged glances. Some questioning each other while others were threats. Naruto spoke up for the group starting to explain some things to pink-haired girl. "Sorry. We didn't know you had amnesia, but don't worry we'll help you remember everything you need to know." Giving Sakura a foxy reassuring grin he continued. "Your name is Haruno Sakura. I'm Umazaki Naruto your best friend."
Sakura gave Naruto a small smile in return for his. The smile from the girl broke the ice, and everyone began to relax. A red-haired person in the group picked up were Naruto left off. "My name is Gaara. You are 17 years old and go to Leaf Academy ."
"Right now Sakura you are trying to become a doctor. You skipped a grade so you are in twelfth grade. I help you study; I guess you can call me your tutor. And like the idiot said before, my name is Neji." He continued.
"Sai. I'm your roommate. And he's Uchiha Itachi," Sai jerked a hand at the man with black eyes and long raven colored hair. "your other roommate."
"Uchiha Sasuke. Your classmate." The 'bastard' whose name was evidently Sasuke offered.
Sakura's furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "So let me get this straight. My name is Haruno Sakura and I'm seventeen. I go to Leaf Academy and am in the twelfth grade?"
"That's right Sakura-Chan. And don't worry. I promise that we will all take care of you until you get your memories back." Naruto told her smiling darkly at the last thought.
