I don't know how I came up with this it just happened I guess. SasuSaku is the main pairing, there will probably not be any others.
Italics-represent emphasized words AND words like 'hearing' meaning psychic hearing not normal hearing, these words usually aren't emphasized by a character. They're just in italics to show the other meaning 'cause I don't like using the Bold or Underlined stuff. -_- too much of that and it's stupid
I just lay on my bed and listened to the loud, obnoxious buzz of my cheap alarm clock. I stare at the white ceiling and think about reaching over to turn it off, but really I like the noise. It drowns everything, and everyone, out for awhile. I love the mornings, no one think loud thoughts or even think at all. They're too tired so I love mornings. But I love my alarm clock more because my step-sister is such a morning person, the clock helps. Just next door to my room she is putting on makeup only to wipe it off and start over.
"Sakura, turn your freaking alarm off!" the only reason she is saying 'freaking' is because her father's down stairs.
Without argument, I push the square-ish, oval-ish button. My brief peace is over. I change into my clothes, a lot less flashy than Ino's, and pull a brush through my pink hair.
I walk out of my room the same time as Ino. She gasps with a disgusted look on her face at the sight my shirt. It was blue, so was hers, though hers was much lighter and had some butterfly graphic on it and was low cut.
'I can't believe her, how could she wear the same thing as me! What a bitch! I know she's the one who stole my pink lip gloss!' she thought, I just roll my eyes.
Oh poor her, she's such a victim of the worst crime imaginable. And it was her good friend Karin that took her precious lip gloss, I don't even wear makeup. She dashed back into her pink, and larger, room to change into her top with the pink cherries on it that is even lower cut.
I shrugged and made my way to the kitchen where Mr. Yamanaka sat at the kitchen table with his news paper as my mom poured him his coffee.
She married him a couple years ago, she loved him, sure, but also because his money kept us from living in a box. My mom's not a gold digger, despite Ino's unspoken scathing remarks. We moved in and I got an unwanted sister, correction: step-sister.
"Good morning, Sakura," and a step-father, and despite what he says I know he wants to replace Dad.
No one can replace Dad.
"Good morning, Mr. Yamanaka."
"Sakura, you don't have to call me Mr. Yamanaka," he smiles.
Though his smile is genuine I can't help but be ticked at what he's thinking.
'I won't call you daddy,' and he thinks he has young girls so figured out too, he doesn't even know his real daughter.
"Good morning, Sakura," Mom comes to hug me and whisper in my ear about my medication, "have you taken your medicine yet?"
"No, not yet, I was going to eat first," I turn on the stove and pull out a pan to make myself some eggs.
Yes, I 'take' pills, well Mom thinks I do. Ever since Dad left, I was ten, I told Mom about the voices. She was very worried and took me to any specialist she could afford at the time. They said it was just the trauma of Dad leaving, they said I was making up friends because I was lonely.
Which made Mom blame herself, she didn't say it…but I heard it…in her head. I was a bright little girl I figured it out quickly. The medicine, supposedly, helps. But I don't take it, it doesn't do anything but make me drowsy and my body hard to move, I throw it away, two at a time.
I sit in the breakfast nook across from Mr. Yamanaka, and place the two little white pills beside my orange juice. He shifted uncomfortably, The Yamanaka's both think I'm crazy for taking pills about hearing voices, they think I'm disturbed. That's why Mom likes to be discreet when she talks about the medication. She knows I put it right there just to spite him.
Ino comes skipping into the kitchen. Her eye goes straight to the plate I took another bite from.
"I'm starving, what's for breakfast, Daddy?" she hugs her father's neck from behind and kisses his cheek, pushing my mother away slightly and on purpose.
Mom just told herself it was an accident.
"Sorry Dear," Mom tells her, "I don't have time to make anything. I'm opening today." Mom works at a dinner. "Sakura doesn't mind do you, Sweetie?" she begs me with her eyes and, unknowingly, her mind.
I push my plate across the table, I only got a few bites in, "just take mine, I have to get going anyway," I don't feel like pampering the princess this morning, I'll have to this evening anyway.
She always finds some way of getting out of chores.
'Ew gross, I am not going to eat after The Freak,' Ino's nose wrinkles, and she started going through excuses as to not have to eat the food I was eating, even though she was trying to get our parents to make me cook for her just a second ago, spoiled brat.
I don't stick around long enough for anyone to say anything, I pretend to pop the pills and chug my orange juice.
Mr. Yamanaka adverts his eyes, trying not to think judgmental thoughts, while his daughter thinks of nothing but. Mom gives me the look that says: you shouldn't have done that, and thinking the same.
I ignore it all and calmly leave the big Yamanaka house.
We moved in when Mom married him, the wedding was huge and all those horrid remarks, thoughts I mean, from the groom's side about my mom gave me a migraine that lasted days. The only thing that kept me from running out of there was Mr. Yamanaka and what he was thinking.
I concentrated on him, maybe that's why I don't out right tell him off, when he saw my mom walking down the aisle, his brain went totally blank. His eyes were on her, it was amazing that someone could adore another person that much. And not care that she had a 'mentally unstable' daughter, worked in a diner because she gave up college for said daughter, lived in a one room apartment, and was hated by his own family.
He means well but he's not Dad, not my dad. My father was loving, he gave me piggy back rides, and told me stories, and would play with me for hours. Everything was perfect, we were The Three Musketeers, the perfect family.
But it was because Dad was so loving and kind that he left, he joined the peace core (I don't think that's right ^-^' but whatever you know what I mean). He was sent to the Amazon to help the natives, giving them vaccines and what not. We got one picture and a letter telling us about the people there and the friends he made and how he knew he was making a difference.
After that…nothing, someone from the organization showed up at our house and told my mom he'd disappeared. When I started…hearing, Mom blamed herself and everything went downhill.
I should have stopped him from going and I shouldn't have told mom about the voices crap. I should have told her what I thought of her new boyfriend and his stuck up daughter.
I got to class just in time and put my head phones in and crank up my music. I have to do something to cover up all the thoughts of the other annoying seventeen-year-olds. But the teacher, Kakashi-sensei, got to teaching and I had to turn it off. He started too droll on about the French Revolution and everybody drifted off into their heads, and unknowingly took me with them.
Ino, who drove here, was thinking about parts of Shikamaru I would rather not know. Naruto was wondering about parts of Ino that made me gag. And Shikamaru was wondering about Naruto's parts. The teens thought about the usual teen stuff.
I snuck my ear buds in again and ignored Kakashi-sensei, and everyone else. It's not like I need to hear him, I know what he knows about the French Revolution. That's why my grades are so good.
I go through the school day with the same routine each class. Walking down the hall hearing everything they say and think of me. Ino's freaky step-sister, you'd think that after me being here freshman and sophomore years they'd be used to my blank expression and emotionless voice. You'd think Ino would stop telling everyone that I'm crazy and give up and just leave me alone.
At lunch, I sit alone, I go to the corner of the cafeteria, trying to get as far away from people as I can. Which is easy when they think you're going to freak out at any moment and cut them with their own spork. But the cafeteria is loud, I mean thought wise. Everything is such a jumbled mess I can't differentiate people. Big concentrations of people are harder to deal with than when they're spread out. By the end of lunch my head is pounding and no amount of loud music can keep them out. I'm not entirely sure how far the range is, maybe half a mile? More? No idea.
I go straight home of course, it's not like I have close friends to hang out with, or any other after school activity. I would go out for volleyball but I know how that would go.
The Yamanaka house is a bit better than school, even if I can hear the neighbors going about their business. Anko cheating on poor, clueless Iruka with Ibiki. Kurenai trying to think of a way to tell Asuma she's pregnant. The pedophile down the street, he's so far it's more of a whisper, thinking his creepy, pedophile thoughts.
I do my chores…then after a considerable amount of consideration I do Ino's too. Mom already works so hard, she doesn't want to be completely dependent, we are, no matter how much she denies it, on Mr. Yamanaka, I don't want her to have to come home and clean some more. She turned down Mr. Yamanaka's offer for a house cleaner, she says that people should keep their own homes clean.
But this isn't my home. This big house is not my house, it's not the little blue house on the edge of town.
"So how was your day, girls?" Mom asks politely at dinner, trying to fill the empty silence.
Then Ino launches into some story about something, it's just her excuse for trying to go before me. Go ahead, you spoiled bitch, I don't have an update on my life every five minutes just too trick myself into thinking I'm important.
"And you, Sakura?" Mr. Yamanaka offered.
Ino sure didn't like that the attention was drawn from her, especially by her own father who's babied her since the beginning of time a.k.a. Ino's birth, but at least he's a polite Yamanaka.
"Nothing new," I report.
As much as Mom wants me to put in the effort I just can't. I won't. I'm civil, that's as much as I am willing to do. And making them uncomfortable is just something for me. This whole family thing they are trying to pull off isn't working.
"I'm done," I stand up to leave.
"Sakura, why don't you stay and talk with us," Mom smiled and put her hand on his…now she's on his side.
Why won't they get that I don't want another dad.
"No thanks," I say shortly and carry my plate from the formal dining room to the kitchen and put it in the sink.
When I get to my room I can hear everything.
'What a drama queen,' Ino thought…it's so easy for her.
Her mom didn't go missing, her parents got a divorce because they couldn't agree on how to raise her. She doesn't even care, she's totally satisfied having two Christmases and birthdays. The 'hands off' approach to raising a child rarely works. That's why Mr. Yamanaka is trying so hard with me, he's trying to start over, but I don't want too. The daughter he should be trying with is his own.
And now Mom too?
I sit at my desk and do my homework. Then shut off the lights and put in my movie Much Ado About Nothing, a Shakespeare play turned movie, and sit in the dark and enjoy it as much as I can. I love movies, it's just a moving picture with no brain waves or anything. I can see people interact without knowing how they really feel.
After I left Ino did too, which made Mom and Mr. Yamanaka feel like they failed. 'Well you shouldn't even try to force us to be sisters, or a family, if you know it will never happen,' I thought bitterly.
They went to bed and talked for awhile about everything. Neither of them took sides, both wanted what's best. Too bad the best isn't a child trauma specialist or grief counselor. Psychiatrists don't fix what I have. And at least Mr. Yamanaka doesn't want to send me away like Mom's first few boyfriends.
When they start to get…intimate, like almost every night, I pause my movie and turn my iPod up as loud as possible. There is no way in hell I will ever willing listen to that.
Then Kiba, Ino's latest booty call, climbs through her window around two. When their done I can finally resume my movie.
I stay up very late, it's silent at night. Sometimes I get a piece of someone's dream but other than that it's all quietness.
The next day, school was buzzing. New student, what's the big deal? We get new students all the time. There was only one rumor, he's hot. Yet no one knew what he looked like, now that was strange.
My second block teacher, Kurenai-sensei, was throwing up in the bathroom so the class was talking, and I listened.
Ino's friend Ami was feeding her friends her latest, fake, sob story. They all pitied and comforted her just like she wanted.
Karin was telling them about what didn't happen last night with Suigetsu, no one believed her.
Tenten was worrying about the pot she tried and how it would affect her sports career.
Ino was making excuses to Shikamaru about why he didn't hear from her last night. He didn't really care he was too busy trying not to look at the boy in the second row to long.
Said boy, Neji, stole a few hundred dollars from his uncle and planned to use it to get steroids from Kankorou from behind the gym.
It's not all bad, Hinata was excited about her birthday coming up, spending the night with her friends, and Rock Lee couldn't wait to go out to eat with his family tonight. And Temari was trying to surprise me.
"Hey Sakura!" I don't flinch like she wanted, Temari always gets here late. Temari is…a friend? Maybe.
She's a senior so I don't really see her often, but we did a project earlier this year, no one else wanted to be my partner. She stuck around, her pity for me made us kind of like friends. And it's easy being around her, she speaks her mind. I don't have to pretend I didn't hear anything I'm not supposed too.
"Hn," I answer.
"Where's Kurenai?" she pulled things out of her bag for class.
'Flushing her breakfast down the toilet,' I think but say, "no idea."
"Have you heard about the new guy?" she said, "I heard he's really good looking." She wiggled her eyebrows at me.
"So I've heard."
She scoffed, "from who?"
I shrug, she's right, "you mean whom," I correct her.
She stuck her tong out at me, and Ino struts over, grinning like she's already gotten me to do her chores. She has of course.
"Sakura," her friends were watching, admiring Ino's courage in coming over to talk to the psycho chick, "I have cheer practice today," she knows I always do her work. She asks now just to show off, "can you do some of my chores?"
"Whatever Ino," I read my book.
"Thanks, I owe you one!" more like a hundred, but who's counting?
She prances back to receive the 'wow's' from all her friends, like she's a freaking super hero. And she eats it up. "Yeah, there's no way she'd try anything with me," yet later she'll tell them how scary it is to live under the same roof.
"How can you let her do that?" Temari glares at Ino, then me.
I shrug, "Mom-"
"Don't give me that mom crap, Cinderella," Temari rolls her eyes, "that's bullshit. She walks all over you and you let her. You're not supposed to take care of your mom, she takes care of you."
"Whatever, okay?" she wouldn't know, her mom died giving birth to her little brother.
She holds her hands up in a 'fine, fine' expression, and thought about Ino's taking advantage of me and how I let her. By now Kurenai-sensei straightened herself and was making her way here but stopped.
"What are you doing wandering the halls? Do you have a pass?" she asked.
'I was just coming to your class, Kurenai-sensei.' I heard what he said through her head but…no one's there. I saw him through her, he had dark hair and eyes.
She saw him, she spoke to him, but…no one's there. The only thoughts in that section of hallway is hers…oh god Kurenai's going insane. Seeing students that aren't there?
"Alright then," she didn't believe her delusion, "come," she commanded.
Oh god she's going to look crazier than me when she walks in talking to a nonexistent person-
"Sorry I'm late class, just sit where ever you want Sasuke," a boy walks in, like a real one.
Something is very wrong here. He had the dark hair and eyes I saw in the teachers head, but…he's real? …I don't hear anything from him. What's going on? I can't get a read, so I concentrate. I hardly note the smile he flashed my way before he sits down at a desk a few rows up.
Temari elbow me in the ribs.
"Uh Sakura what are you doing?" she says with gritted teeth and a nervous, false smile, "you're acting weirder than usual."
"Sh." I tell her and concentrate harder, what's wrong with this guy?
"Alright class," Kurenai clears her throat, embarrassed at being twenty minutes late, "let's get started."
My eyes narrow. This has never happened before. I can't hear his mind, I can hear the ones all around him but not his. He's a blank spot.
Temari stomps on my foot, I snap out of my efforts and notice the multiple people staring at me. Then I pay attention to the thoughts around me.
'What does that freak think she's doing? She is so embarrassing me!' Ino might as well have screeched in my ear. Everyone thought I was looking at their precious new student. I already knew the new rumors: Psycho likes Hot Newbie. Whatever, worst has been said about me.
The real problem is why can't I hear him?
I went totally out on a limb with this one…not sure where it's going. I wrote this to get my creativeness back. It's like all my good words are locked away in my brain! So hopefully this will help.
Ignore all my other stories please! They are defective and are going to be re-written!