"Pick up your feet Sasuke," Naruto urges while resisting a dangerous need to push him along.
Sasuke yawns in response. It's currently 7:34 in the morning and he had just about as much fuel as his gas tank-which would explain one of the several flaws of his current situation. He yearned for the subway column he earnestly leaned upon to be his bed which he'd grown to appreciate now, more than any Monday morning in these last couple hours. Having neglected his school/company car, he was currently in a fix because breaking it would mean ultimate doom from the Bat (a.k.a Tsunade), and Naruto was his only way out of it. He apparently knows a guy in the city area, but the only time slot was early in the morning, and after impulsively allowing them to tow the truck to the autoshop for them, Sasuke was ultimately forced to oblige. Though nevertheless, getting up before noon on a Saturday should be a felony. He sucks his teeth sinking his head. It's his own damn fault for being inattentive of the good of the car, resulting in him having to pay Naruto back a favor/promise while also winning another one right under his belt.
"Sasukeee, we got the car situation handled. It's hardly paying me back if you don't get excited! C'mon, this is the first baseball game we're seeing live. Sleep can hardly account for this amount of adventure, believe it!" He says.
Sasuke's eyes turn to slits and gives Naruto the most grave look he could conjure. Naruto being more than familiar with Sasuke's regular behavior, laughs. "Lighten up; you'll end up having fun. Best part is heckling the other teams. And the only way we can do that is if we get good seats. Which is more reason to hurry the hell up. Plus the train will take another twenty minutes to get to the stadium, that's why-"
"Shut it." Sasuke completely cuts him off, the severity of his annoyance worsening with each word. Naruto gives a mischievous grin as he covers his lip.
"So it's true Sasuke, I think I've found your Achilles Heel, right?" He chuckles with delight as Sasuke spurs even more misery. It held some truth-Sasuke hated mornings and Naruo's boisterous attitude. Together, they would end him.
He turns to his blonde best friend shaking off surprise of his knowledge of that metaphor. "You've found nothing. I'll dip your head in cement if you so much as attempt waking me up this early on Saturday if under the circumstance Sakura isn't dying." He declares.
He looks dejected."Am I of such low value..."
"No." He crosses his arms. The blonde looks up. "It'd be more accurate if you placed a negative before whatever you guessed." He closes his eyes breathing out.
Naruto chuckles completely unaffected. "Your cruelty knows no bounds at this time of day, does it?"
The raven-haired student leans further into the column. "Clearly I haven't been cruel enough if you choose me of all people to spend your morning with."
"Or maybe you're just getting soft." Naruto says.
Sasuke sighs; it allows himself to relax. He hates mornings, number one, because his alertness is completely handicapped. His crankiness is like that of an elderly man and his strength of sickly patient and motivation of a dead sloth. Secondly and foremost, he hates Saturday mornings in particular, because they were the only day where he received more than three and half hours of sleep. On a near daily schedule, he preforms chores as a mandatory student-worker but slaves away more similar to a serf tied to his feudal manor by his lordship, the academy, for almost three hours before first period, as well as almost three after school. Everyday. While in between beholds the regular stressful everyday life of being a teenaged student. It's an honest wonder he maintained such a dark and lustrous hue in his hair, impeccable pale skin, tall broad frame that betrayed his exhaust, and sanity that's already tampered with on many occasions.
"I'm not soft." Sasuke refutes.
"You're right. You're getting soft." Sasuke glares at the Naruto's '"innocent" grin, but beyond it-even in his disadvantageous state- he could see the glimmer of ambitious intent, and scoffed to himself.
Sasuke breathes a tired sigh. "Shut up Jackass. I know what you're trying to do you cunt." He says one eye peaking at his phone which he had already guessed was opened to snapchat.
Naruto stomps with a pout. "Dammit! I really thought I had you this time. You suck early in the mornings." He purses his lips. "I have yet to get you back for last week." How unoriginal.
Sasuke closes his eyes. "Catching me saying something quote on quote 'embarrassing' on something as time-wasting and insignificant as Snapchat hardly counts as 'getting me back'. Not to mention the fact that last week was on you-you should know better than to eat random things off a plate. Also not my fault you don't know the difference between a good food and expired food which most definitely ruined your intestines. Besides, I'm here primarily for one thing: to go to this stupid ball game so you could bail me out for that damn school vehicle and get an oil change. Not to be duped by your junior-level and immature 'vengeance'."
Naruto grunts at his vindicated friend. "I hate that smart-mouth of yours. It refuses to fail even now." He sighs and looks up again suddenly brightened which, evidently, somehow takes even more energy away(if possible) from Sasuke. He groans and his posture falls even more so. Naruto laughs. "But you should still try to lighten up. At least everything is falling into place. Shit could be worse, ya'know?""
Even though I'm here with you. He thinks spitefully.
They get off the train and arrive at subway Station where Sasuke sits down to finally recuperate. His hands hold his head as he leans over his knees. Shit, does he hate the A.M. After laughing at his suffering, Naruto sets off to buy food in the local shop as Sasuke gladly dismissed him.
He sighs and looks up with his chin resting in his palm. Sasuke entertains the idea of taking a train back to his comfortable bedroom dorm at the academy, and thus suffocate all his responsibilities he said he would do here, under a comfortable pillow. Unfortunately, he was aware his conscience would immortalize them and haunt him up until reality hit him for real. Even a deep sleep wouldn't take him far enough away from his duties, and chooses to stay seated in the bench. Instead he looks around unsettled with the amount of emerging people. In the amount of time Naruto's gone, the station is packed like a mall. The buzz of people irritates him further, almost enough to go after Naruto, before feeling an ominous urge to turn.
Alertness finally awakening, he narrows his eyes to nothing at all, not sure what to make of it though almost positive it has to be a stare, and suddenly his body acts on its own and turns to seven o'clock.
Nothing. Or so his eyes perceive, but Sasuke's mind is sharp and keen. Even so, however, he finds that he has no motivation to know who might've been staring. While this feeling is slightly different, he's used to the notion of eyes on him. He's known for his good looks and "alluring" manor, as many might call it. Though, he has no interest in those who only fancy his appearance. Underneath the surface is an ugliness he, ususally, didn't bother to hide. Not that he always lashed out like he has been with Naruto the last couple hours, in fact he has a variety of outlets. Though, In respect to the reasons behind his ugliness, those stayed hidden to outsiders with the exception of Naruto and his superiors.
With the lacking amount of motivation, like a libra scale his impatience runs high, and he grows annoyed at Naruto's tardiness. He gets up slowly wiping his pants from the dirty subway bench. Seriously Idiot, buy snacks at the concession stand in the stadium. He grumbles inwardly, and turns in search of whatever store Naruto walked in. He would-
Mysterious pearls stare unwavering in his direction.
For a moment he pauses-staring as well. All he sees is the eyes, but then a figure comes into place, and the person is leaning on the back wall. The stare is strange and makes him want to turn away. That alone makes Sasuke curious: had he gotten soft or was the stare eerie as it felt? He couldn't see that far making the person indecipherable. He could hardly tell if it was a girl or boy, but soon feels edgy. He realizes he's been staring blatantly at someone who may or may not be looking-is it him or random passerby's? He curses himself for being overly interested and as his head turns in awkwardness, blonde hair advances towards him.
"Sasuke...so change of plans..." Naruto is laughing nervously, but not he pays no attention.
Sasuke looks up again in search of the pair of eyes, but falls short and can't find them again. He doesn't allow himself to doubt they were there though. He's sure of it, but he would allow himself to deem it irrelevant. Naruto calls him again, and with ears perked, he stares suspiciously. "What."
"Well, first! This really pretty lady I met on line says she loves my hair, but she's a stylist or something like that and is sure my hair would look great short. Isn't that cool, Sasuke, short hair?!"
Sasuke rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. "...What about the plans Naruto?"
"T-Turns out she's going to the same game as us...which is taking place at the stadium...next Saturday..."
It's currently 8:05 a.m. and shit couldn't be worse.
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"Where is Temari?" She sighs to herself. She hates the train station. It's loud and obnoxious almost the entire day, which regularly interrupts her sleeping schedule. There are few quiet places to actually sleep in Penn Station, but most of them are claimed by the rats already. Usually, there was one bench that is most comfortable that she became very fond of-or as fond of a public bench as one could get. This one was different. It's far enoiugh away from the escalator and doesn't get any attention usually(she would know) plus it's cleaner than most.
Though as much as she hated the train station, she hated her group home even more-hence the current living situation. She'd rather her chances living amongst the rodents and contracting their sicknesses for the rest of her adolescent life than go back to that prison and breathe the same air as those vermin. Of course she had other ways or options to get out of this predicament, but none of which that would be effective. Her welfare officer had an utmost disdain for her existence. He had and would go to lengths to make her life harder, and therefore couldn't be trusted. Her other option is her Parole Officer. Rei trusted her as much as the felons she dealt with on a regular basis, and would thus speak with the group home administrators first who would smile and charm their way into swaying her in their favor. As if she didn't already have it on the outs for her. Those administrators at the group home were public enemy number one.
She rubs her bruised stomach and does her best not flinch, and doesn't even bother lifting up her shirt in the mirror. She doesn't have enough bandages for that mess. She uncover the one on her cheek and replaces it with the fresh one she'd stolen from the walgreens around the corner and up the stairs from the platform. The wound is green and purple. It was like a nasty grass and soil stain on a white jersey. Hideously put of place on her pale dusty complexion. She paid it no mind though. Not that she ever cared too much, but she shed the stress or what some might call, including herself, luxury of caring about her appearance. Initially, even as a child, she always presumed that what truly mattered more than anything else about a person is something they could control. Specifically their personality. Looks were important on a first-impression basis, but being judged on one's character is what she believed should be deemed appropriate. Now, however, she couldn't care less about either. What matters to her is survival.
This makes Hinata a runner. It's how she's been able to survive thus far. She'll go wherever, but she evades at all costs in the name of self-preservation. She glances at the clock. Though her chance to escape this time would depend on Temari's miraculous connections and genius planning.
She touches her cheek, and bites her lip fiercely holding back a tear. Sheesh. She sucks in a deep breath, and readies the square shaped band-aid. She slaps it on quickly and smooths it out tightly grinding her teeth together. She sighs in relief once she finishes, and her eyes meet the mirror as it reflects an unfortunate ghostly figure-deathly pale, skinny, and altogether unsightly. She turns away with a tsk but is resolute.
Making her way out the bathroom she walks toward the bench, but is immediately halted when she sees a guy sitting in it. Her eyes narrow instinctively. A tall guy at that. Broad-backed with weird dark hair she observes. She sits opposite the bench on the far side of the station waiting for him to get up. From the looks of it, he seemed more unhappy than Hinata. He's clearly exhausted, that she could account because it's early, but there is a certain depth to his exhaustion she couldn't ascertain.
She wants to dictate it as a personal problem, but if he's depressed...Depressed people hate moving meaning she won't be getting her bench back for a long time(she hates sharing, but not as much as an unnecessary confrontation). As a resident of one of the busiest train stations ever, she would know. She could point out all types of people just by staring long enough. And the longer she looked, the more she could see. Though in his case, he isn't depressed but he certainly isn't happy with whatever's going on.
She sighed looking away for a moment. "Temari..." She groaned. She looks up seeing movement.
The raven-haired guy gets up, and is spewing negativie energy she can see from here, even without her glasses on. Maybe he's suffering from something else like-
She chokes on her breath inwardly as he turns to meet her gaze. All she can remember from it is darkness. Just pure black. Even that doesn't do it justice.
"Hinata, come!" It's Temari. What great timing.
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"Private school...in Konoha? Temari, I know you like to look at me in a positive light, but let's not project those feelings onto others. That's a top-notch area. They'll have me quarentined before I'm even allowed on campus just to pick up applications."
She smirks. "Always the idealist, huh? Listen, don't ask why, but I know the State head of this department, and he's sure to help you. He can override everything. Get you a completely new living situation and this is the best one he has in mind."
"Why is he inclined to help me?"
Temari ighs and looks reluctant to speak."I showed him your test scores on the state exam from two years ago...and a small portfolio of some of your accomplishments back in the day-"
"So you...ultimately used the pity card is what I'm hearing?"
"Nah, Kakashi is too sharp and professional for that. It's more like...an incentive card." She finishes triumphantly. Though Hinata is not pleased.
"You had no right to do that." She remarks, but is met with a sad chuckle.
"Sucks for you then, doesn't it? Your only friend is trying to find a bed for you to sleep on every night, and warm meals in the morning. All you have to do in exchange is try. Poor you. Damn," She starts leaning her head back on the bench."am I glad I never had someone in my life like this making my life absolute hell. With that ungrateful attitude, you'll fit right in with the rest of those rich nobodies in Konoha." Temari shakes her head with a smirk. Was she being spiteful? Maybe a little, but more than anything she is willing Hinata to understand a realistic perspective rather than her own puny world's word.
Hinata tightens her grip on duffel strap, and looks away. How could she have been so close-minded and self-centered?
"Tem...I don-"
"Have any better options?" She asks scrutinizing her, but with a brighter deposition. Temari has never been soft on Hinata. No matter what. She knows what the girl is capable of and it usually includes massive consequences. Good and bad. Temari's experiences put her above Hinata primarily because she's been through a stage in life similar to hers. Ultimately, she doesn't want to see any significant overlap in their mistakes.
"Didn't think so! Well, it doesn't matter how you feel at this point. I'm over 18 and am acting as your guardian...so I...filled out paperwork to allow you to take the entrance exam." She takes a long sip of water.
Hinata's brows furrow. "You what? You should've said that first."
She smirks."And ruin the surprise? You're no fun Hyuga."
Hinata rolls her jaw. "Don't call me that." She looks to the side. "What last name did you give you them?"
Temari looks at her with knowing eyes. She leans a bit forward. "Michiko." Hinata's eye twitches, and Temari is sent into a fit of laughter. Other than the fact that Hinata's familiarity with the spainsh language only strengthened her disdain for the name in particular, that name is not what they agreed on.
"Ha, take it easy. Of course i'm only playing. Ibelieve it was Shimizu I put on the paper," Hinata glares.
Temari rolls her eyes. "Okay, okay, Oshiro. Oshiro Hinata is what I put down."
Hinata sighs and leans against the wall. "What kind of boarding school allows ex-cons onto their campus. Sure you're not tricking me into going to some knock off reform school instead?"
Temari rolls her eyes."How'd you know?" She yawns. "I don't waste my time on good-for-nothings. I already got two brothers to annoy me, I don't need an ungrateful brat sister to as well."
"Guess there's a reason to be grateful for our lack of share in kin."
"Un, I suppose." She laughs. "Jokes aside, if you think I'd send you to reform school before leaving you washed up in the gutters on 69th, you're in for a rude awakening."
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Sasuke rubs his eyes. "Idiot."
"What? You know I'm right." He says pointing at him.
"It's the dumbest thing I've heard you say today."
Naruto laughs. "Aw c'mon you're saying that because it's me."
Sakura interjects. "I dunno. Even I, who worships your hair, would think you look cute with a haircut." She says leaning over the countertop. Sasuke glares and she giggles.
"Thank you! See? That's exactly why you should try something new too with me."
Sasuke sips his water, "I see no correlation." He stops himself from touching his hair. He knows what he has and is absolutely content. Of course Sasuke gets an occasional trim, but an all out haircut? Absurd.
"I don't mean a full chop like me, but something different; grown up. What's the word? Something more..." He cups his chin in deep thought.
"...mature?" Sakura finishes for him with a look of contempt.
He looks thoughtful for a moment. " Eh...I think so." Sakura leans on Sasuke as her brain does the impossible and tries to comprehend his Lexile score, Naruto brushes it off. "We'll look so mature."
"Do whatever you want with your hair. Just count me out."
"Not whatever he wants, we need his good looks to bring in revenue for the bakery club." Shikamaru explains resting on the counch.
Naruto grunts, and turns away. "I'm sure it wouldn't look that bad...I'll cut some of it myself just to prove it..." He murmurs the last part but underestimates his best friend's range of hearing.
"And every strand I lose will be an internal organ harvested." He states nonchalantly. Naruto doesn't laugh fearing his sincerity.
Naruto begins to mutter, "Sheesh, you've been in such sour mood today. Are you that upset about that email from the dean with you're new roommat-"
Sasuke shocked he was speaking about that situation infront of Sakura. . Sakura would no doubt flip out if she knew his knew livingmate would be...female. Sasuke and Sakura. Official...? Not verbally verified, and a certain raven-haired man intends to keep it that way. A female livingmate could stir trouble given he already lives alone. Thus, in the spiur of the moment, Finds no better solution than to send Naruto a punch to quiet him. He cant tell her outright, he has to plan it accordingly. He would figure the time to do so.
A confused Sakura squints between the two of them shocked at Sasuke's sudden outburst. "Uhh..." Shikamaru peeks through an eyelid also semi-confused.
"Hm, Oh this?" Sasuke asked acting oblivious with an emotionless gaze. "Just sending my payback for Saturday. Revenge is best served shocking."
Naruto rises laughing devilishly holding his swollen eye."Haha, I totally agree." He guts Sasuke in the stomach. "See Sakura-chan? Regular tomfoolery." She stares suspicously
Shikamrau interrupts and gets up. "Well, if you two are done playing Surprise Mercy, let's get started."
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"Name."
"Hinata." She states. The receptionist looks up at her through her glasses with a look that says a first name wouldn't even slightly cut it.
"Last name Oshiro." She adds looking away and pushing her glasses further up on her slender nose.
The woman does some typing, and looks at the computer dully surprised at what the computer showed her. Hinata couldn't necessarily blame her. The social make up of the school is composed of New York's finest and wealthiest. Not only was she here purely because of orders from above combined with her ability to actually do well on their placement exam, but she was also living in a less than decent group home until yesterday. Her record doesn't shout the details of a pristine elite.
"Come with me."
Hinata sighs quietly to herself not wanting to getting on anyone's bad side at the moment; she was particularly dreadful of having to walk around the ginormous school where people could stare outright. Having heads turn as soon as she walks by and knowing she's the subject of conversation as soon as she passes is unsettling for her. In the many schools she's attended, students are acquainted with diverse backgrounds and differences amongst students. Even amongst the worst schools she's attended the students had a way of accepting or rather tolerating uniqueness. Not to then imply that her past schools were pleasantries however; fights were regular occurrences due to bad temperaments among classmates. Problems thus arose through personal conflicts.
As Hinata followed the lady into the elevator, she could tell it isn't the same case here. From what Hinata could tell, Everything here is about presentation and how uniform and aligned to the social norm one could be. Designer brand bags that cost the three times her rent are flung loosely from wrist to shoulder. That alone tells Hinata Kakashi chose the worst possible school for her to finish her high school career. She would have to socially and economically reinvent herself. Realizing the type of student she would have to become in order to fit in here, Hinata immediately finds disinterest and not just because she's lacking in the capital and charisma to do it. In fact, She'd do a stellar job at being the independent semi-judgemental loner that she is.
The two walk down the hall towards a closed room with tall wooden french doors. "Tsunade and Kakashi should be ready for you. Knock and come see me when you're done. The name's Shizune by the way." She smiles and scurries off without giving Hinata a chance to say her thanks.
Before she knocks, she considers the fact that she has a choice and seriously contemplates turning around and leaving. The receptionist is clearly busy with far more important matters; she could make it out the building. Hinata slows down. Her mind is blazing with ideas causing a slight dizziness as she inadvertently plans her whole life in three seconds. She has no chance though, that much she could decipher. She's inexperienced when it comes to tricking higher ups. And even if she did, Temari would track her down, skin her alive and probably eat the remains.
Rather than having the time to make the wrong decision, her head is barely looking in the opposite direction down the hall when she is interrupted mid-thought by a door opening.
"Thought I heard some bad decision making out here. Come in Hinata-chan. We have much to discuss." Kakashi opens the door to her, and a blonde woman looks up through red pair of glasses pausing from the immediate work on her desk.
Hinata observes him suspicously. Chan? Before she can criticzie him mentally, the elegant office was off-putting. A huge giant window with view to the whole campus, wooden crown-well molding, extravegant paintings adorned the cedar wooden walls. Truly, she did not belong here.
"So this is the one?" A woman asks seemingly unimpressed and resumes giving her paperwork her full attention. Beautiful, young-looking with an aura that betrayed her youthfulness, and firm iron look that shouted stubbornness, Hinata found herself somewhat captivated.
"Yes. Hope there weren't too many delays coming here?" Kakashi smiles.
Hinata hesitates before shaking her head, and glancing back at the intimidating woman. The blonde woman exuded a sort of power she found herself unacquainted.
"Enough with the theatrics, Kakashi, I've got a busy day ahead of me. The only delay she experienced is her own indecisive will to turn back and get a ride to God knows where."
Hinata doesn't flinch. Cameras, of course. How naive she was to believe she'd be unsupervised for even moment. Temari must have warned them about her fleeing nature.
Kakashi gave just a small smirk through that weird mask of his. "We understand your uncertainty, but that's why you're here now. This is a real institution where we believe you can grow."
"And part of this growing process entails," She stamped a document and then looked up. "tests. That was the first one, and you damn-near failed it."
Hinata tries not to roll her eyes. This crap again? Growing. She's not a fucking plant.
"So now what?" Hinata asks.
"Now, you have proven my proposition right that you must start your staff duties off with double the amount of work and if and only if, I feel you're improving will cut your chores down."
Hinata shifted from one hip to the other annoyed. She grips her duffel bag tightly.
"Now, now, we don't necessarily know if she would have failed I opened the door before she could make a decision."
She sighs rather audibly,"Then how will we determine what to do?"
"Ask her." Kakashi says surprising Hinata. "Hinata?"
She couldn't stop herself, or rather wouldn't. Whatever the cause the result is the same. "I think so."
Tsunade smirks and looks at Kakashi, but not with triumph,"She's honest at least. Suppose I might be able to take an actual liking to this one."
Kakashi releases a small sigh and turns to the desk. He hands her a folder, assuming it is all the information she would need to get around campus. "This is your new everything. Read it, know it, live it, and try not to hate it because they suck and even more so for you. Strict regulations here, and if you get cracked down on, it'll be hell for you." He murmurs the negative parts, but Hinata is positive the dean heard.
"Let's also not forget to open the closet." Tsunade says and Kakshi opens it and pulls out a beautiful made uniform.
"I thought I didn't qualify for a uniform." She raises a brow a Kakashi.
"Neither did I," He says glancing at Tsunade.
"I reserved one just in case I saw a spark of potential in you. Plus, we'll just look ridiculous if not. I can't have one of our own honor students walking around looking more out of place than she already is. Where's the reason? It's obviously no punishment to her. It's very clear she doesn't care how others view her." She explains, and Hinata wonders if she should be offended. "Wear it every uniform day, which as you'll read in the handbook is every Monday, Thursday and school spirit days."
Honor student? Hinata knew she felt the exam was almost too easy walking out but shouldn't that title be reserved for someone without a P.O.? Not to mention the 'Potential in her'? What broken and misleading definition of potential could her view of the word fall under?
"Well in any case, your classes begin tomorrow as does your job which also helps to pay for your living situation. Don't be late to anything, and we have arranged for a student to show you around the school to avoid any confusions for tomorrow. Inside the folders include your placement , where you'll be living and what amenities are limited to you. Like your Head Mistress stated before, you'll earn other amenities with improvement."
Tsunade looks up. "That'll be it for now. Go back down to see Shizune. If you so choose, of course."
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"Hey Sakura!" A bouncing blonde turns Sakura's head. "Wait up!"
Sakura puts her hand on her hip looking at her obnoxiously beautiful best friend as she effortlessly runs up to her in seconds without a breath lost. Superior endurance she owes to volleyball and years of cheerleading.
"What happened Ino?" She asks semi-suspicious of her urgency.
Ino asks,"Sakura have you heard about the new girl floating around?" People already know about her. Sakura feels almost disheartened for the girl. Primarily because there's a good chance no one would be nice to her. Depending on the circumstances, herself included.
"Ah, Ino. I'm actually on my way to give a tour right now. I don't wanna be late so..."
"Weren't you supposed to meet Sasuke tonight for a date?"
Sakura sighs, "We were I guess, but Tsunade told me last minute and as her right hand woman among our class I couldn't just decline."
Ino looks thoughtful for a moment, but brightens immediately. "Sakura go you go. I'll take care of this one."
"Really?" Sakura lights up. She so desperately wanted to be with Sasuke today. Ino looked more angelic than ever before.
"Okay, okay Sakura I'm the best friend ever I know, I know." Ino grins. Sakura's smile is full and unending. "Plus, I gotta get the scoop on this girl. I'm hearing some weird rumors, like she's all weird looking and what-not with bandages on her face and thhat she's been arrested bbefore. Only, I'm sure I'll be disappointed, but I'll get to the bottom of them this way." She laughs somewhat maniacally, and Sakura nervously laughs praying she's making the right decision. Her desires however best her, and she's convinced Ino will properly handle it.
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"You're Haruno Sakura?" Hinata asks the blond woman.
"No, she's not." Shizune says looking up curious. "Where's Sakura?"
"I'm sorry for her absence, but Sakura was really stressed and worried about cramming for these tests tomorrow and she's comin down with a cold, so I offered to take over for her. Will that be okay Sensei?"
Shizune sighs. "Sure as long as I get a note from her teachers."
The blonde smiles rather eagerly. Hinata squints slightly through her glasses. Why is she lying? "Of course." The blonde turns and looks down at Hinata as she had about two inches on her in height. "I'm Ino Yamanaka, and way better company than Sakura. Nice to meet you. You are?"
"Not caring..." is what she would say if Shizune wasn't grilling her so fervently. "Hinata..." She states.
Shizune hands Ino a small folder to begin her personal tour.
"So, it says here, you're not allowed to use lots if the amenities..." Ino says half speaking to her and herself.
"Ah,"Hinata says. Ino glances at the girl, and has absolutely no idea what to think. Well for one, the rumors were actually rather accurate for once. No matter what angle you look, she's nothing like the rest of them. No girl at her school would walk out their house or dorm with a bandage on the side of her face or front their nose. Or with such unruly hair which she had tied up in a messy bun. Nor with such pale and dry skin-it was almost flaky...and were those...bruises? None would leave their home in such black and bland outfit that consisted of a loose black shirt, black skinny jeans(very much ripped) and a black low top boots. And those glasses made her look scary almost. Too much sophistication in an already deathly glare.
And every female here would be disowned by their parents had they such an apparent tattoo on collarbone/shoulder.
She wondered what was in her single duffle bag. Most students who dorm bring at least two or three large suitcases, but not her. She stood out even more due to the fact that today is Monday and everyone is wearing a uniform. Ino wondered how the rest of the school would react because even she was at a loss. Thankfully for Hnata, she won't find out until the next day. Nearly everyone is either home or in their dorms.
They'd gotten through most of the amenities in a short time mainly because she could only use three: the computer labs, the gyms and the mess hall. That's the most generic three out of the fourteen. What the hell is up with this girl that she can use less than a fourth of the amenities in the academy?
"Do you know what the name of your dorm is?"
"I think so."
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"Sakura...what are you doing here?"
She pouts. "You don't sound so happy to see me." She giggles walking in. She hears Zeus barking in the back.
He smirks. "You should know by now I'm not exactly in tune with my words."
She sits on the counter of the kitchen bar. "I'm free the whole night, what do you wanna do?"
He looks back at her with rhetorical eyes that say: really? She laughs and agilely jumps from the breakfast bar. "Okay that, and what else?" She asks smirking up at him whilst slowly lifting up his shirt. She corners him against the wall, knee locking in with his.
Sasuke chuckles. "You're gonna look at me like that and ask 'what else'? Really?" She laughs as he intercepts her lips and responds immediately in the most favorable way. He pushes her against the kitchen sink, and slowly presses onto her receiving a deep moan in the process.
She looked up at him with a gaze full of lust and want. She was hazy with it, and Sasuke was keen to that feeling and could tell she sensed it too. She recaptured his lips once again, and before his tongue could gain access she looks at him.
From her blazer she pulls out a condom with a smirk. Sasuke chuckles on her soft neck where he begins ravaging gaining more moans from her.
Being a student worker certainly had its negatives, but living alone on campus at the Sarutobi dorm certainly isn't one of them.
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"Really?" She had asked her. "Are you sure?" She'd asked her, and about a million times too, but Hinata was correct, and they were now headed in the direction of Sasuke's building. Ino texted Sakura 62 times and called her about twice as much. She wasn't answering. She didn't want the two of them to come home from their great date to...her!
It'd be a surprise worth ruining if she had the chance. But neither of them were picking up, and she absolutely blamed Naruto. Because of him, they always turned their phones off or put them on 'do not disturb' when on a date because the obnoxious jackass thinks he could tag along anytime he liked!
She was panicking, and her reaction was rather visceral given Hinata staring at her strangely through the corner of her eye. Did she say something? Should she? Ino is a fantastic 'mind-reader' but she just couldn't get a grip on this girl's perspective or pattern of thinking.
They arrive at the house, and Ino is certain that they're out because the car isn't there, and for that she is relieved because she had time to fix this. She watches as Hinata turns the key, and starts planning out how to explain the situation. She doesn't bother thinking about it from her perspective because they share no similarities clearly so-
"Is there a dog?" Hinata asks.
Ino stops mid-thought. "Oh yeah it's in the back. It's like the company or school dog. There's another one but the school custodians take care of that one." Ino says.
"I see."
"Hm, he usually only barks from outside not inside when someone's not home. Did Sasuke forget to put him in the back." Ino looks at the side of the house.
Ignoring her She opens the door, and struggles to take the key out as she fiddles with it, but strange noises delay her efforts. Panting and breathing make her stop, and loom of curiosity invites her to the source. She slowly looks up and immediately regrets it.
Hinata pales.
So much...skin. Mortification and petrification engulf her as sweaty bodies are engrained in her vision. Even as she blinked her eyes it was still there like it was tattooed to the back of her lids. The woman's back arched up on a trauma-worthy sight while he held a tiny naked waist with one hand and pulled bubblegum pink hair back with the other. Hinata is stunned at the scene as well as the timing given they must have been mid-climax because-
"Ah, yes! Saasuke-"
She finally turns away but was unable to move. Her feet had become weightless though she wanted to run. All she could do was will Ino back by her side.
"Hinata? You went in alrea-" Ino stops as she makes her way to the entrance. Her presence makes the incident that much more real. She gasps and immediately blushes seeing Sasuke half inside her best friend.
Sakura looks horrified and Sasuke's confused but slightly unconcered as well, and Ino is the first to move as she pulls Hinata out the door.
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"What the hell?" Sakura says when she and Sasuke are finally fully clothed.
Ino, although first to act, is now scrambling for words. "I-I tried t-to contact you. Like literally 62 times!" She cries still not over the scene she'd just witnessed.
"So that means you bring strangers with you to watch us..." The confidence fades out and she ends with and angry blush. Sasuke says nothing. In fact, he looks rather unbothered as he opens the fridge door for a sparkling water.
"I-I'm sorry Sakura. I thought you would've gone out like usual! How the hell was I supposed to know you'd be 'doggy-styling' it up on the fucking countertop now?"
Sakura sighs and Hinata can see it's an effort to not get too embarassed. She removes the subject. "Who is this anyway?"
Hinata blinks, and Ino gulps. "Hinata...this is Sakura...Sakura, Hinata." Ino states.
Sasuke freezes and Sakura blanches. "...I'm ruined." Her posture falls. She peaks up. "Oh, Tsunade will surely behead me if she finds out...But why would you guys come here?" She asks.
Hinata sighs knowing what says next will only worsen their situation.
"I live here now, so get out."