Disclaimer: Don't own them. But… This is for the people who actually read this… K.A.Y. K is the bad boy. A is the goody two shoes. Y is the skater. K and Y are good friends. They both love skating. K and A make the past and present, the dark and light. Y is the twilight, both new and old. What to do?
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Acceptance is something everyone wants.
But did you know… that Ukeire means acceptance?
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The ball bounced onto the court with a pong. The yellow tennis ball came back to me, and I caught it. My special necklace glimmered in the sun.
My hair, the one both Ino and Karin used to covet, was covered by my usual hood, and bandana. My eyes were shielded by unneeded glasses, and body hidden by baggy clothes that rivaled even Kunaitsu Tenten, who currently wears only short shorts and belly-button showing tank tops.
It was an ordinary day, the sun was shining, birds were singing, the courts were clean, and I was gagging. It was a pretty day where EVERYTHING was happy. Even more, school was starting back up in a few weeks. Just more to add to my ever-growing misery.
Of course, I was secretly playing tennis. I didn't want anyone to know the invisible girl played, or that she played WELL, or that she played so well she had hundreds of trophies in her room, stashed under some towels in her unused closet.
I sighed, thinking it was just going to be another day of solitude, but boy, was I wrong. Because… That was the day I met Herupu Ukeire. A girl that was all smiles and laughter. The girl who knew the true meaning of accepting the unknown, and diving right in.
A girl with long black hair, black eyes, creamy tan skin, and a crazy sense of humor. A girl with a smile on her face, a laugh, tears, a frown, or some sort of feeling on it.
The girl with a streak of red in her hair that covered her right eye, the girl who parted her hair to the WAY right, the girl who wore a leather bracelet on her right wrist, and a charm bracelet wrapped around an elastic hair band on the left, and the girl who had a small kimono girl, a symbol for love, and a fan, on three different necklaces. (a/n in reality, it's a Uchiha fan :D)
She was… Ukeire.
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"Wants some Dots™?" Ukeire held out a box of the things, happily chewing on one. I shook my head, and she went back to munching. "Are you sure? You seem down." she tilted her head, her streak of red matching the sunset.
She has been coming to the courts for almost two weeks now, and hasn't left me alone since. At first, I was irritated, but she attached herself like a baby koala, and didn't let go. I guess… she kinda grew on me for the time we spent together. She was a weird character, very emotional. She reminded me of- I shook my head, not wanting to get back to that.
"Nah, thanks for offering, Ukeire." I turned away, and went back to writing in my portfolio/diary thing.
I saw Sasuke with Kraken again. Of course, no one noticed me staring at them, so I saw their entire make out session… again. Am I really that unnoticeable? I mean, Kraken, I mean, KARIN was one my best friends! She knows I like him! How could she do this to me?!
"Are you REALLY sure you don't one?" she held a pink and red one in front of my face. My eyes narrowed on them. "They always make ME feel better when I'm not doing so well." she smiled that all-too-famous smile.
I looked at her, with one of my pathetic smiles, and took the two Dots from her hand. She always did know how to make me feel better. Which was strange, because no one ever cared about my thoughts. I made a face of scorn for a second. People could be so selfish. We label people too easily.
"Thanks. How'd you know I like the pink and red ones?" I asked. She shrugged like she usually did when she didn't want to answer a question.
"I guessed." she said plainly. "Your favorite colors are all warm ones. You like yellows, oranges, pinks, reds, but reds and pinks are your favorites cuz you wear them every time we're together." she nudged me in the ribs.
"…oh…" I looked at my portfolio, or technically my diary. It was filled with notebook paper, some recent, some more than 12 years old. The white cover was covered in my doodles, and a few notes I had written to myself whenever I got to reading it.
"Hey!" she waved her hand in front of my eyes. "Sorry if you took that wrong. All I'm saying is that you like warm colors, so I just thought maybe you'd like them better…"
I cracked another one of my sad smiles, the ones where no teeth show, and my lips barely go up. Ukeire sighed at it, and said, "Sakura, why don't you smile?"
"I do smile! I just did!" I protested, "Just because it isn't as big as yours-" She looked at me. I flinched inwardly under the stare/glare.
"No, that's a 'I'll just smile cuz I'm a sad person' smile. You've never really smiled when I'm here…" she gasped. "IT'S ME, ISN'T IT?! OH MY GOD, IT'S ME! CRUD! THIS ISN'T GOOD! NO GOOD AT ALL! CRAP!" she stood up, and began squirting cuss words all over, and screaming like she was on fire. But for a second, I thought, I guess I'm not as good at hiding my emotions as Him. But a plain ol' smile couldn't reveal that much… right? Snapping back to the screaming Ukeire, I tried to allay her.
"Ukeire! Ukeire, calm down, it's not you!" I tugged at her jean pant leg, and she blew her cheeks up using her breath. Sitting back down she grinned.
"Oh! That's good then. If it were me, I'd be really sad."
"Why? It's just a smile."
Ukeire gasped again. 'Fuck.' I thought.
"JUST A SMILE?! SAKURA, A SMILE IS NOT JUST A SMILE! SMILES ARE IMPORTANT, NO MATTER WHAT! THEY SHOW THAT YOU'RE HAPPY! THAT YOU'RE HUMAN! THAT YOU CAN LAUGH, AND ACTUALLY HAVE A SENSE OF HUMOR, UNLIKE ME, WHO JUST LAUGHS AT ANYTHING!" she shouted, standing once more. "…" I stayed silent. She just looked at me again, and slumped back onto the courts with 'Poop. Stupid, stubborn…' she mumbled.
"Anyway, I better go. It's almost six, and I have school…" as I got up, and gathered my things, I felt a tug on my sleeve. I turned, and looked into Ukeire's black, with a hint of brown, eyes.
"Hey… Sakura, could you… tell me about your school?" she asked. Surprised, I just stared at her. She looked at me, and pouted. "Hey, are you just gonna eye me like candy, or are you going to do something? Sit!" she pulled harder on my sleeve, and forced me down.
"Fine. Just don't laugh, okay?"
"Deal." she said seriously, and put her feet together, her hands on top of them, ready to listen.
"Alright… where to begin?" I scratched my head. "Well, first of all, I go to Konohagakure no Sato High School. I'm what you call, Invisible. I barely have any friends at school. I have an A plus in every class, even P.E. But hell, no one gives a fuck about that! I basically…"
"Sit in the back, doing zip like a good-for-nothing." Ukeire said flatly. I glared at her, softened into a sigh of saddening defeat. "I'm right, aren't I."
It wasn't even a fucking question, GOD DAMN IT! Give the unpopular girl some slack! But no! she gave me a STATEMENT! "Well… yeah." I said sadly. She nodded.
"Tell me more. You seemed troubled about this." and I did. It had been so long, since I had someone to talk to…
"My name is Haruno Sakura, and I am 17 years old. I am the youngest daughter of a business tycoon, who is also a widower. I have two VERY popular, and successful sisters, Haruno Natsumi and Fujiko. I'm always over-shadowed, so I'm not very popular, or known for that matter.
"Even though I love my sisters, I can't help but be jealous!
"That, and my so-called, 'friends'. Most of them used me to get to my sisters, who are constantly giving me pity parties. My only true friends deserted me, for my crush, or for another boy! They never look at me anymore! It's like I'm nothing!
"My father's never home. I moved out last month, and he didn't even notice until last week! He only cares about my sisters, his company, and his so-to-be wife. He only visits me to say hi! I know he cares about me, HELL, he's sent so many stylists, but seeing him once every three months, ain't too good!
"Doesn't even realize the looks his fiancée gives me! She looks at me like I'm a rag! And my father may not notice, but I've seen the cutbacks on my monthly check. I've had to work for my money! My father has millions, and can get more within a second! And me? I have to work at café at minimum wage! All she wants from my dad is MONEY, but my family is blind to it!
"Back to school. I'm a genius, and I know my looks aren't doing anything for it! I get bullied everyday, and no one even tries to stop it. And better yet, I get bullied by my so-called, BEST friends' BOYFRIENDS. I even have a crush on one! I have bruises all over me!" I cried, my face dry, and longing.
"My family is rarely there, each and every one of them pities me, my father's getting married to a bitch, and I'm barely getting by! My friends all left me for a bunch of BOYS, who also bully me, my very EX-best friends used to, or ARE dating my crush of 12 years, and they never talk to me anymore! I'm invisible to EVERYONE, despite my grades, and my looks, and… and…" I looked away, not a single trace of tears on my face.
Because there's nothing left…
"And?" Ukeire said from behind me. I faced her and whispered loud enough for only her to hear:
"I feel like there's no one I can truly trust not to look down at me, or someone I can turn to."
Ukeire looked at me. Her gaze was filled with mixed emotions. Her lips went from a frown, to a lovely smile.
"Well, you've got me." she grinned, then patted my head. "I'll be someone to trust and turn to if you want."
I bore my glasses clad eyes into hers. She was offering to someone like me? "But… you reputation at your school…"
"School?!" she laughed. "I go to a very crazy school, where you learn non-stop, then get a huge break off. I have a year off after going to school for 10 months straight, so I have plenty of damage-free reputation for you. Not to mention my status."
"Status…?" I asked softly. She nodded.
"Yeah. Right now, my grade level is that of a four year college graduate. I'm just waiting for this year to end so I can go to professional school." she grinned again, then laughed some more.
"…You don't look it." I grumble, and she laughed harder.
"And you don't look like the beauty you're supposed to be." she looked at me in the eye, before reaching out, and fingering my glasses. "I mean, c'mon! you don't even need these, huh?"
I backed up, and shock ran through my mind. "How-" I touched my face.
"I have glasses too." she gently removed my glasses, and I blinked as she stared at me. Her black eyes shimmered, deeply reminding me of a boy I had a life long crush on. Their eyes were similar color, but different depth, I concluded. Hers were swimming in light, making me drown in emotions, and just feel happy. But, HIS, were… I was interrupted by Ukeire's voice. "Wow… you have the prettiest green eyes I've ever seen…"
I looked down at the green ground. The court was warm with the night, and soothing sounds of crickets made their way around. I stared at my oversized sleeves.
"Ya know, I had that problem too. The inability to trust." I eyed her. She was sitting in a reclined position, looking out into space, very much like Nara Shikamaru, Ino's current boyfriend. The bruise on my leg reacted, and I cringed.
"It's hard. You want to trust, but you're afraid of getting hurt again. There are secrets inside you wanna release, but they're so precious, that if they were told to anyone other than the person you told, you'd die inside. You feel like if you told anyone, they'd betray you in a hot second." her eyes landed on me, a look of pain in them. "You feel… hurt, because you think you're alone. But… you know what they say…" she looked up for a small second, then back to me.
"Trust is hard to build, but easy to break." she breathed. I just stared softly. She understood. But… did I really want Ukeire the one to trust? I only knew her for a few weeks. I knew I had to be ready to trust.
"Hey… Ukeire?" I spoke in a hush tone. "Can I trust you?" my eyes got covered by my bangs.
"Of course. But the real question is…" she took off my hood, and I looked at her. "Are you ready to trust?"
My eyes widened before softening into my sad smile. "Of course." I repeated. She smiled.
"Then, I have an idea. Sakura, this is a beginning of a beautiful friendship. Friends?" she held out her hand. I looked at it, then smirked back at her.
I took confidently, and said, "Friends." and I gave it a good, firm shake.
But little did I know, that once I took that hand, I would be sent into an unforgettable ride for what who I pretend to be… and who I really am.
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Wow. Done. This is probably going to be a sad one, people.
Okay,
Summary of a Sakura
-Sakura never knew her mother.
-Sakura has a father getting married to a bitch in disguise.
-Sakura has two popular sisters who unintentionally over-shadow her, but pity her willingly.
-Sakura's so-to-be 'mother' only wants Sakura's father's money.
-Sakura had four other friends (Karin, Ino, -who were the closet to Sakura- Tenten, and Hinata) who abandoned her for their boyfriends.
-Sakura gets bullied by her old friends' boyfriends.
-Sakura has a crush on one of them (Sasuke), even though he's a bully.
-Sakura watches her crush and one of her two closest friends make out with him. (Sasuke and Karin)
-Sakura is never looked at by her old friends anymore.
-Sakura works at a tiny café for money, when her father has millions.
-Sakura has trust issues due to her friends.
-Sakura has bruises all over, preventing her from wearing NOT baggy clothing.
-Sakura is beautiful, smart, and kind, but is never noticed.
-Sakura plays tennis like a pro, but her friends never knew. She has several trophies in her (Unused) closet.
-Sakura hides herself due to self-consciousness.
-Ukeire is part of the story. Yes, the description is similar, but not exact. Lol
And forgive me people who like my story, Virtual Reality, but I'm going to delete it soon. That, and Fight For It. I'm sorry, but if you think otherwise, please tell me.
-Ukeire&Ssl-