Summary murdered me. I'll probably change it eventually, that was just all I could think of. Also, title, ahh, kill me. Well, I'll announce this story's arrival on the next chapter of Past Afflictions, which is most definitely not finished, and I will probably procrastinate on, because It will have action, and action is another thing that brutally murders me

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So please enjoy Sasuke's point of view! This chapter is kind of really boring compared to the stuff I'm gonna write in future so...if you're bored right now...it will get better. This kind of bored me and I'm the one writing it, so, I'll try ot get the next chapter up soon.

Summary: Fan girls were something I was used to. Insane, pink-haired, mood-swinging girls like Sakura Haruno were another story entirely. Sister-Story to 'Past Afflictions'

I always woke up early. Every day, I'd awake at the crack of dawn, go train, then show up at the academy before anyone else, and sit in my seat. Not long after that, I'd get the first offer to sit next to me. I'd never answer. It wasn't worth wasting my breath when no one would sit there anyway. Gradually, the number of people by my desk would grow, before there was an annoyingly loud hoard of people there. I would pointedly ignore them.

Fucking fan girls.

I heard that blonde one (Like I remember her name) Screech something from the door to 'Sakura' in the background. Inwardly I scowled. Ino (that was her name, I think) and Sakura were the worst out of everyone. They followed me everywhere I went and never failed to ask my out on a date at least three times a day.

Fucking fan girls.

I noticed, in my peripheral vision, that the pink-haired one wasn't there. I wondered if Ino finally killed her. Then I'd have one less fan girl to worry about. I just didn't understand why they were in ninja school if all they were going to do was stalk me. When I heard the God-forsaken voice of the blonde one, Ino, say something to Sakura minutes later, I held back a sigh of disappointment. So she was still here. Great. Almost as great as the screeching that commenced in the hoard by my seat, and I looked down to see that dobe Naruto getting trampled.

Fucking fan girls.

And, as fate would have it, the pink haired one ended up in the seat beside me. I was actually surprised, unpleasntly surprised, that she just took the seat without asking.

And then leaned against me.

I turned my eyes in her direction to scare her away, but she wasn't looking at me. She was laughing at the blonde idiot who had apparently injured himself. What else is new? One thing I actually was satisfied with was the silence that had fallen over the hoard.

I expected her to blush and stutter when she noticed, then probably try to do it again and write it off as a mistake. I definitely did not expect her to spring away from me like I was an infectious disease. I examined her face for the briefest moment. Her cheeks were flushed, and her mouth slightly open. She stared at me, wide, green eyes, looking as if I had just killed her family.

Why did she look afraid of me?

Deciding I didn't really give a damn if she was scared of me or not, I spared a glance at the space between us (She was pressed against Naruto like he was her life line) and then focused on the front of the classroom. This was probably some new approach she was trying. Maybe it was her version of hard to get. Good. Maybe she'd leave me alone.

Then the fan girls erupted into screaming once again when that idiot jumped up on the desk in front of me. And then, because of course it can't stop there, idiot number two in front of us knocked Naruto over.

And then Sakura was on top of me.

What the fuck?

After a moment, I realized that she had shoved Naruto away from me. I was admittedly impressed. How did she react that fast?

"Stop defiling him!" Some nameless face in the crowd of nuisances screeched, and Sakura turned her head toward them, grinning like an idiot. Of course she'd happy she's there, that's why she's not moving.

Goddamnit.

"Would you have rather seen a rather intense make-out session between the love of your life and Naruto-kun over here?" My whole body tensed. What the hell? Where did that even come from? Why would I...I would never make out with Naruto. And didn't she hate that idiot? Everyone did. Why was she calling him Naruto-kun?

What was wrong with this girl?

As if suddenly realizing she was still sprawled across my fucking lap, she scrambled up and landed in her seat again, leaving that 'safe space' between us. I pointedly stared at the space, then at her, then decided to ignore her for the remainder of class.

Easier said than done, as I noticed her inch closer towards me, sitting stiff as a board for the rest of class.

I wish she'd go back to the old approach already. This one was freaking me out.

At lunch, I purposely rushed out the door and towards a silent, empty area to eat. I hoped to eat quickly and train, but I kept getting lost in thought about that girl, Sakura. I just wanted to know what the hell her problem was. When Iruka-Sensei announced teams, I expected her to give some sort of cheer, or when Yamanaka (once I remembered her surname, I preferred to use that) whispered something to her, I expected her to rub it in.

But she just sat there, looking absolutely tortured, and didn't reply.

Just yesterday she was begging me to go on a date with her, wasn't she? And now she was terrified by my very existence?

I scoffed, taking another bite of my lunch. This didn't matter anyway. I needed to focus on more important things. But, I found my mind kept wondering back to her. And how she was sprawled across my lap and did nothing but taunt the other girls. About me and Naruto no less. I smirked, maybe this team wouldn't be so awful after all. Even if they're a bunch of losers.

It was then, when I was lost in thought about that pink-haired freak that the dobe tackled me and tied me up, taking my shape, and walking out the door yelling something like "Let's see if you can resist me like this, Sakura-Chan."

Of course. Everything comes back to Sakura.

It took way longer than it should've for me to get out of those stupid bindings, so when I left the building I was seething. I was going to find that dead-last loser and beat him within an inch of his life. And that pink-haired girl, I was done with her. She was the reason I got tied up in the first place.

But of course, as fate would have it, I wasn't quite done with her yet.

I didn't notice her at first, because she was crouched at the bottom of the tree, clutching at her head, mumbling something. The thought that she had lost her mind crossed my thoughts more than once, but I decided she could hold valuable information, so I ignored the oddity of her stance and approached her.

"Have you seen Naruto?" I wasn't threatening her. I was simply asking a question, though if she refused to tell me I probably would've threatened her. I needed to take my anger out on something, and right now Naruto seemed like the logical choice. But the way she reacted, you'd think I was holding a knife to her throat and telling her I'd kill her if she spoke. Her head snapped up, eyes wide, teary (she better not cry) and so painfully green I nearly looked away. I noticed her hand grip the tree behind her, breaking the skin of her fingertips and causing blood to drip down the tree. She didn't stop.

I thought back to every time I'd talked to her. She had always initiated it, and I had never reciprocated. I recalled when we were much younger she would talk anyway, and I'd listen. She would only talk about useless things like something she did with her hair or how her ex-friend Ino was bugging her or how her mom was being 'such-a-pain' which is about when I would leave her. But she never was afraid of me. No one was, actually. Not the girls. For some odd reason, no matter how much I pushed them away, they would fawn all over me. Including Sakura. But now she stared at me in complete terror, looking more like a wounded animal waiting for slaughter than the girl who wouldn't shut up.

She finally stood, taking her hand from the tree and staring blankly down at her bleeding fingers. She stood there looking as if I had ripped something away from her, that's the only way I could explain it. The fear wasn't gone, but it was masked. I found myself getting annoyed when she looked back up and shook her head. Not saying a word.

"No idea?" I added, prompting her to speak. I didn't like unforeseen changes. I liked to know everything and anything that happens before it happens. But this girl goes from disgustingly lovesick to terrified in one day and there's not even a fucking reason. "Considering the idiot is following you around everywhere you go, I would assume-"

"Don't assume anything about me." I stopped then. Don't assume? What couldn't I assume? She was the girl who had everything. She was the girl who took everything for granted. She was smart, but wasted it all trying to date me. And I've met her mom, or at least I've seen her, back when she would pick Sakura up from the academy after school. She was anything but a pain.

I could assume she was the girl who never shut up. She always had something to say, always had something to tell me, and would get excited if I so much as glanced in her direction. She's the girl who left her supposed best friend because of something'gravely important' but obviously it wasn't if she couldn't even say what it was.

So what couldn't I assume? What was this approach anyway? She thinks that if she can fake being in the amount of pain I go through every day, she can get to me? She didn't know anything about pain. Not even a bit.

I didn't realize I'd been glaring at her, but I had. Turning on my heel, I began making my way towards the academy again. Stupid, insignificant fangirls aren't worth getting angry over. But I couldn't push the anger back, no matter how hard I tried.

And where the hell was Naruto?

She didn't realize I had glared at her the entire time waiting for our new Sensei. Whoever this asshole was, I was sick of waiting. And somehow, in light of everything that's happened, the blame fell on her.

Everything came back to Sakura.

When he finally did arrive, hours late, we made our way to the roof. He asked for introductions, but told us jack-shit about himself. Then was Sakura's turn. Her frustratingly high-pitched voice rang out, stumbling over words. I tried to ignore her, expecting something stupid, but she kept saying things that caught my attention and I found myself listening intently.

"I dislike...people who...well, people who are too swallowed up in everything they think is awful that they can't tell what they have that's good. Like, just because you lose one thing, even if it's awful, you shouldn't neglect the fact that there are people who love you more than you could ever imagine, and then abandon them-I mean, most people will just abandon things they don't care about right?" She paused, for a thoughtful moment, "But...I mean, I hate that. Hobbies..."

What the hell did she mean lose one thing? I was nearly positive that was a swipe at me. Is that why she's angry? Because I resent the fact that my whole family is dead? I felt white hot anger course through my veins and I took a deep breath. Calm down, I told myself, you don't know that she's saying that about you.

"I don't ever want anyone I love to feel alone." Her voice made its way to my ears again, "I want them to know that I'll always be there. I realized lately that...people aren't forever. They leave. And they die. And I don't want them to leave or die...alone. I'll always be there."

I was disgusted with her dream. She was so obnoxiously innocent. As if she could really know the feeling of loss. I had to take another soothing breath, keeping my expression carefully guarded. She was driving me crazy.

Naruto, ever the idiot he is, talked about ramen the whole time. Then said something about becoming Hokage and I nearly laughed at the stupidity. Naruto becoming Hokage?

That actually cheered me up a bit. Good joke.

"I like nothing." I started, thinking pointedly of Sakura and her stupid attempts to make me notice her, "I hate everything." She popped into my head again, and I nearly growled, "And my dream isn't a dream, because I will make it a reality. I will avenge my family and restore my clan by killing..." I nearly said it. My brother. But I was long past admitting to my relation to him, "...a certain someone."

When I let my eyes roam the group and saw Sakura looking so disappointed, I nearly threw myself off the building. More anger, rushing through my blood stream, and I had to clench my jaw to keep from growling.

Of course it only got worse.

Because apparently this new Sakura was mouthy as well.

"Sasuke!" It was after Kakashi-Sensei told us to meet up at the crack of dawn and attempted to scare us about teh test. I didn't really care, I wasn't scared at all, but it was annoying that we couldn't eat breakfast. But before I could make my way home, she called after me. I felt like turning around and taping her mouth shut. "Do you want to get Ramen with Naruto and me?"

"No." There. No arguments. No comebacks. Maybe now she'd leave me the hell alone.

"Sasuke," She groaned. Groaned, as if I was some sort of nuisance. I turned to face her. Who the hell did she think she was? "Come on, we're a team now, whether you like it or not. And I know you're like, the lone wolf or something, but we're a team now, and generally Sensei's want teams to work as a team, rather than team-of-two, and Mr. I-work-alone."

Was...Was she mocking me? She was mocking me. She was mocking me. Because I found her company to torturous to endure fo rmore than necessary, she felt the need to mock me? I clenched my fists, feeling my nails digging into my palm, but stopped form saying anything else. She was probably looking for conversation anyway.

"You know what?" She said suddenly, throwing her hands up, "Don't worry about it. I don't think you could really handle teamwork anyway. All that would happen tonight is Naruto-kun would beat you in an eating contest, and you'd be in a sour mood all day tomorrow about it."

And now she was questioning my abilities? I turned around to hide my sneer and began to stalk away again. What the hell happened to her? She was always that annoying girl with the strange hair and stranger smile. She followed me around, bugging me incessantly, begging for dates. Now, what, she was some tough girl with an attitude problem? She was treating me like I was Naruto, for God's sake.

Furrowing my brow, I shoved my hands in my pocket and headed toward my training area. Maybe beating the shit out of some trees and burning some stuff to the ground would calm me a bit.

Just a bit.