Disclaimer: The writer of this story (Meaning Me) does not own Naruto or any of its characters. All characters in this story not from Naruto are original characters created by the writer, and in no way borrowed or stolen from anyone else, and similarity to persons real or fictional is purely coincidental and entirely unintentional.
Pairings: Mainly SasuSaku, some GaaSaku, SasuHina, NaruHina, NejiTen, ShikaIno, ShikaTema, SaiIno, KibaHina, and probably more. :) Heheh.
POV: Sakura Haruno.
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"Don't worry, Mom! I'll be back in nine months!" I stuttered sympathetically as my mother mauled me in a bear hug.
"But what if you get hurt?" She managed through exasperated sobs.
I pulled away from her. "Mom, you'll have to trust me. If anything bad happens, I'll come straight home to you and daddy dearest." I managed in a tone a five year old was used.
'Yeah, right!' My inner self chimed in the back of my brain.
'Shuddup!' I thought back to it.
"Sweetie, always remember that I love you." My mother whispered, her long pink hair wet now.
"I will always remember that." I said. We hugged again.
"Mom, my flight's gonna leave at any moment now! I have to get on, if I want to go where I'm going!" I picked up my three cases of luggage and started towards the plane entrance.
"Loves you!" my mother called.
"Loves you more!" I shouted back, louder. It was a silly ritual that we always did, so it didn't feel embarrassed.
I felt somewhat sad that I was leaving my mom and dad, and not being able to hear that conversations for nine months, but those feelings were replaced by joy.
'Sakura Haruno, you are going away from your parents for nine months! At the most elite school ever to grace the planet!' I smiled to myself.
I put my luggage the compartment above my seat. I say down, and before the plane took off, I fell asleep.
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A Dream…
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I stood in the direct light of a light post. I can see nothing outside its limits. It's black.
Suddenly, like a camera flashing, the scene switches.
I see a pair of menacing yellow eyes glaring at me. I could feel my breath stop. I started to move but-
Flash.
Colds fingers drag against the back of my neck.
Flash.
I can hear someone sobbing desperately. I see a shadowed figure crumpled on the ground.
Flash.
I see a pair of red eyes. They wince as I look at them. They have three pupils in a diagonal line. They showed a hint of regret.
Hurried footsteps rush towards me. Faints screams can be heard.
Flash.
A see the tips of a dark wing, the color of a raven's. I hear pale fingers snapped.
Then, it goes blank.
I see myself, five years old. I'm jumping rope in my favorite pink dress. My lips are moving. I hear the faint words.
'Miss Mary Mack Mack Mack
All Dressed in black black black.
She has a knife knife knife
Stuck in her back back back.
She cannot cry cry cry.
She wants to die die die.
Miss Mary Mack Mack
Wave good bye bye bye.'
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"Whoa!" I said as I woke up. I glanced around and saw everyone leaving. I stood up quick.
"Ooo!" I cried.
"You okay, dear?" an elderly woman inquired.
"Head rush." I relied. She cooed sympathetically and patted my back.
I somehow manage to get off the plane, even though I was in a daze.
"Wow. What a loooong nap I took." I said aloud to myself, my head rushing.
'Note to self: Don't sleep the whole plane ride. You'll just be drowsy when you wake up.' I thought to myself, taking notes in my inner mind.
"Whoa." I yelped. The earth felt unstable beneath my feet.
"Never flown before?" A handsome black businessman from behind me asked.
"Nope. Is it obvious?" I asked, my head swirling.
"Very." He said and walked away. He paused for a moment.
"You Sakura Haruno?" he pointed at me.
"Yes, sir." I replied meekly.
"Your parents wanted you to have these." He stated.
I was confused. What did he mean by these? It wasn't until a flurry of keys hit me that I knew. But why would my parents send me keys?
I somehow managed to get out of the terminal, and into the parking lot. There I just aimlessly wondered around confused. I occasionally heard laughs, but I simply ignored those by chaining out some major swear words.
I observed my keys. They were like those modern day car keys were you push the button and the cars lights go on and it opens. (I had only seen these things in the movies. Where I grew up, nobody had a car modeled later than 1992.)
I decided to press it, for the fun of it. Just then, a shiny black truck next to me flashed, and I swear I heard a click/beep sound.
"What?" I whispered to myself. I pressed it again. The same thing happened.
"Why is it clicking slash beeping?" I asked, horrified. I then noticed a white folded piece of paper on the windshield.
"What's that?" I murmured.
I cautiously grabbed it, unfolded it, and read it silently.
The note fell to the ground moments later.
The car was mine!
I jumped and screamed and yelled for joy with tears streaming down my face. I couldn't believe Mom and Dad would drive all the way down here just to get me car for high school! Love swelled in my heart.
'Get in, you baka!' my inner self mind-yelled.
'Where were you?' I asked.
'Asleep. The plane ride was sooooo boring.' It chimed.
I nodded in agreement, and hopped inside.
I sat in the driver's seat for a moment and just took it in. It felt great. I ran my fingers against the black leather that matched the shiny black exterior.
"Could this day get any greater?" I squealed. I inserted the keys in the ignition and put the car into drive. Stepping on the gas, I maneuvered my new shiny black pick-up truck out of the confusing airport parking lot.
Konoha, I should tell you, is not the most special place. Sure, it's big, hosts two major corporations, and is the business capital of the world, but that doesn't make it special.
What I first saw as some very nice strip malls with no stores in them. Then I saw some more, with actual places in them. Then I saw some more. And then more. AND THEN FRICKIN' MORE! And this was Main Street, which continued for a whole mile, might I add.
I finally got to my turn, 13th Street. Out in front of my stood vast fields of dried weeds. They sat whimpering in disorganized piles, craving love. They seemed to go on forever. It tore my heart a bit.
As I gazed at the fields, I could feel something unnatural. Something that didn't belong… Like a set of eyes.
I turned my head to see just that. A pair of eyes unlike anything I had ever seen. Crisp pools of pale, pale lavender, like the pool of hot wax from the lavender scented candle in your bedroom. They had no pupils, just an iris. They read no expression, like a blank book you want so desperately to read, even though there are no words. Just a lovely picture on the cover.
I forced myself to look away. The light turned green, and I turned right. The car turned right too. I groaned.
I fiddled with my radio a bit, only being able to find country stations, which I hate. Why do I hate country? Well, it is mainly a sad story, and a list. Seriously. Except "Bob Your Head" by Rascal Flatts. That's basically a country rap song, which gives me shivers.
I kept the radio on the country music station for no apparent reason. I noticed that my road went straight for a while, so I could look around.
Konoha was really overcast that day, with speeding gray clouds hovering over the city. It was rather depressing. I could only hope that this was not the typical weather. It was fairly windy, but still humid. I hadn't been to the main part of town (Main Street didn't count), so I really didn't know what shopping and eating options it had. It looked like a normal city to me.
I saw my apartment building on the horizon, which my mom and dad took a picture of when they dropped all my furniture off. It was sky blue with slate gray accents. The roof slanted at some parts, forming a crown of spikes along the building. It appeared rather clean, and quite empty, only having two cars in the parking lot.
I pulled into the gray parking lot and parked close the entrance of the building. I opened the truck's door, and hopped out. I fished in my purse for my room key. After finding it buried beneath under some used tissues, I attached it to my car keys. I walked to the building, pausing a bit before I got in. I inserted the key, and twisted it. The door creaked open, and I nudged it. It suddenly flew open and bashed against the wall.
I winced. Loud noises disturbed me. I quietly walked in, and slowly shut the door. I found myself in a bland hallway. A looked to my left, finding a set of carpeted stairs. I hurried up two flights of them.
Again, I found myself in a bland white hallway. I looked at the number drawn in my hand.
Room C17 it read. I wandered down the hall like a clumsy idiot, glancing at room numbers. I eventually came to my room, C17.
'Note to Self: My room is on the third floor, on the left side, and second from the right.' I mentally noted.
I stuck my key into the door and pushed it open.
My room was nothing special, being a plain white shade that bored me too tears. It had a modest blue sofa parked in front of a large TV on a nice carpeted area. Nearby was a kitchen, with brown wooden counters, a sink, oven, refrigerator, stove, and microwave. In the middles was a table with four chairs. There was also a bar with three high chairs. It had black and white tiled floors, just like in the movies. I also had a coffee table and a side table with an antique looking lamp. To my right was a rusted chocolate brown hat post, or whatever those are called. It was a nice touch, plus it matched my counters, chairs, and tables.
I took of my white jacket and navy blue Hollister messenger bag. I placed them neatly on the hanger. I walked into my apartment, awed. Not because it was special. Merely because it was mine.
I spotted a double helix staircase made of chocolate brown wood, might I add. I hurried up it.
At the top was my room. A single twin bed with a navy blue comforter lay near a window, with a fantastic view of the wall behind the building. A bookshelf lay off in a corner. The walls formed a weird angular shape. On the right side, two doors were side by side. I peeked in one.
Inside was a plain bathroom, with the works. It had a sparkling clean shower and bath combo, with a black curtain. There was a nice sink and some cupboards beneath it. The floor was small black and white tile.
I peeked in the other one. Inside, to my delight, was a walk-in closet! It had a high shelf running throughout the room, and a dresser at the back. It was plenty roomy, for all my clothes, plus more! It had dull gray/blue carpet, which you could never tell which color it was like the rest of the apartment. Several hangers hung from the rod.
I stumbled out. "Yes!" I squealed. I danced and jumped up and down. It was all I ever wanted. I place of my own, fit to my pleasure. I was certain I was going to enjoy living here for the next two years, or, at least the next nine months.
After I had fell on the floor from trying to dance and jump the same time, I finally got myself up, and went back downstairs. I turned on the lights, and went over to the kitchen. I ventured over to the refrigerator, where a pad of paper and a pen sat. I ripped out a sheet of paper. I picked up the pen and began to write.
"Things To Buy"
I though on the sentence a minute, the pen drumming against my face. A light bulb clicked in my head, and started to write.
Five minutes later, I had my list written out. I looked at it proudly.
"Carrots
Broccoli
Poptarts
Cooler Ranch Doritos
Hot Cheetos
Limes
Apples
Clemetines
Oreos
Box Dinners
Pasta
Salsa
Tortillas
Chicken
Hot Dogs
Bread"
My list proclaimed proudly. I stuck it to the fridge with one of the plain black magnets on it. I would get some things when I went to the store.
But tonight, I was going out!
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At five o'clock, I was laying on my couch upside down, watching the Office Season 2. Just when Phyllis got ANOTHER set of flowers from her boyfriend at Vance Refrigeration, I heard a knock on the door.
I paused the TV. "Who could that be?" I said to myself. I got off the couch, straightened my pale pink dress and walked over to the door. Not bothering to peer through the eye hole, I swung the door open.
I meet again with those lavender eyes I had seen before. I handsome girl, about my age, I presumed, stood before me.
"D-did you just move in?" she stuttered. I could tell already she was shy. VERY shy.
"Yep. Just a few hours ago. Do you live here?" I replied.
She nodded. "Can I come in?" She asked politely, staring down at her feet.
"Of course." I replied. She stepped into my apartment, surveying it carefully. She quietly removed her black Converse.
"I'm Hinata Hyuuga. I live next door." She turned and introduced herself to me. We shook hands, and she continued surveying my apartment.
"Have you lived her for a while?" I asked, attempting to start a conversation.
"Yep. Since I was fifteen." She replied shortly.
Hinata was a weird person, I decided.
"You like the Office?" she asked, glancing at my TV screen.
"Yep." I answered. "Do you?"
"Not really…" She replied. I sighed. "The boss just makes me squirms. Because he doesn't get it…"
"But that's what makes it so funny!" I shouted. She stared at me. "Sorry." I whispered.
"It's okay. We can just agree to disagree, right?" she said, sounding a bit like my mother.
"Yeah." I replied, though there was no meaning to my words.
"So… Do you want to go out to eat or something?" she smiled. "My treat."
"Would you really?" I asked in amazement.
Hinata nodded at me like I was dumb.
"Thank you! Thank you! THANK YOU!" I shouted hurriedly. I grabbed Hinata in a big hug.
"Sakura… Can't… Breathe…" Hinata sputtered.
"Sorry!" I squealed, and let go. Hinata collapsed on the floor, breathing heavily.
"Please, don't do that again, or I'll change my mind." She warned, getting up of the floor and laughing.
"Let's go!" I yelled. I put on my white jacket and black ballet flats while Hinata laced up her Converse.
We walked out the door, down the stairs, and out of the building.
"Okay. Which car is yours?" I asked, excited.
She pointed lazily at a silver Porsche convertible parked besides mine.
"Really?" I asked, my eyes widening. Hinata nodded as she finally fished her car keys out from her oversized green and yellow flower print bag. She ambled over to the car, and hopped in the front seat, not bothering to open to the door. I followed in suit, only opening the door and getting shot gun.
She started up the car and began driving. "Like Italian?" she asked. I nodded.
I observed Hinata for a moment, since I hadn't done so before. She wore tight skinny black jeans, a white T-shirt with I, a heart, and a cute green dinosaur imprinted on it, and a neon lime green and black checked jacket. She had long indigo hair that floated to her back. She had a noticeably big chest, compared to my almost nonexistent one. She had clear pale skin, and a pretty face.
She probably wasn't some weird after all.
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(AN- I didn't want to record them having dinner, cuz' this chapters getting too long! So I'll skip to after it.)
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After a good meal of Fettuccine Alfredo pasta, I was happily content snuggled up in my bed. In my hands was Eragon, which I had read a million times, but never got bored of. I looked at the clock.
Eleven O five.
I immediately shut my book. It was late, and the first day of school was tomorrow. Thank goodness Hinata helped me unpack. I turned out my lamp and snuggled under the covers, and fell into a dreamless sleep.
Tomorrow, after all, was going to be a big day.
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Yes, it had occurred to me that this chapter was quite boring. But, hey, if you managed through it it, good for you! Now go review it!
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Cecily (Which is not my real name, FTW.)