A/N: New story! And this is my first anime one. So, please be nice.
The reason I'm doing a SasxSak was because I am absolutely in love with that couple. I'm not a big fan of Sasuke (Sorry girls,) or Naruto (Sorry again). The only people I really like with Sakura is Sasori and Gaara. As you can see, I like red headed animated guys. Tee hee.
-Bitter-Sweet-ish
(Angie)
Song: The Uninvited Thirteenth-Alesana
Her sweet lips, oh so fair, to awake is now everything I crave
Time's catching up with me
I've come this far, there's no turning back
My sword is drawn, the only choice I have is to fight
Nothing can stop me now but myself
:ONE:
Sakura Haruno looked at herself in the mirror, doing a little twirl to make sure her outfit was in check. Jeans, check. Shirt, check. Necklace, check. Earrings, shoes, socks, backpack, all check. Her jeans were the colour of the bottom of the ocean: dark, dark blue, almost black. Her shirt was a plain white one and it hugged her slim body. She recently went shopping with her best friend, Ino Yamanaka, to get accessories, waiting for the day when school started. She had her red Chucks on, and she slung her backpack on and headed to school.
She smiled as everything was in perfect order, made her bed and rushed downstairs for her breakfast. She ate her cereal and chased it down with the milk.
When she was little, Sakura's parents made her breakfast. Not anymore, since they were too busy and they rarely came home. She didn't mind though, because she could already take good care of herself. She was turning seventeen in a couple of months, so she was close to being legal age and move out. Sure, her parents were okay, but they didn't do anything and she practically ran the house. Her parents treated their own house as a hotel.
Sakura ran out the door and headed to her shiny new convertible, driving to her high school, Central Park East High School in Manhattan, New York.
.oOo.
After taking a shower from the short jog, Sasori Anasuka got dressed to head to his new school. Simple, worn fading jeans, dirty white sneakers and a red shirt that looked like it trampled over by horses. He made himself a cup of coffee, his breakfast, and headed to his apartment balcony. He sat down on the ground and his legs dangled off the edge. He lit a cigarette and took a long drag. He exhaled and the grey smoke made its way north. Five feet into the air, it already disappeared.
He was suddenly glad that he was emancipated. That stupid aunt of his, was probably drunk when she signed all the contracts and papers to legalize Sasori's freedom. That was when he was fifteen. He was now seventeen and doing okay. Sure, he snuck in some cigarettes and some beer, but who haven't at his age?
He finished off his cigarette and littered the butt by simply dropping it. It landed silently on the parking lot.
He sighed, ran his hand through his hair, got up and grabbed his backpack and his keys to his motorcycle and headed out.
He no longer had that excitement for the first day of school. He didn't really miss the feeling of excitement. The fast, eccentric heart beats, sweaty hands, the anxious wait. You can't get excitement when your life is just a straight line: boring and never changing. Besides, he already knew what the people were going to say. He heard it over and over. 'Look at that freak over there.' 'Didn't he kill that one guy in Florida?' There was even a rumour at his old school, saying that he was part of the Ku Klux Klan. Total bullshit. He was alone, helpless and never invited into social activities. He was alone. And always has and will be.
.oOo.
"Sakura! Oh my God, I can't believe summers over!" Ino practically lifted her friend off the ground, pulling her into a bone crushing hug. Tears sprung to Sakura' s eyes. Damn she was strong.
"I know. It was getting good too."
"C'mon, the girls and the guys have been waiting for ever for you." Ino smiled. One thing that Sakura was jealous was that when Ino smiled, it lit up her whole face, intensifying her features.
Sakura giggled as her best friend was practically dragging her. There was a hoard of people near a pretty big tree. She recognized them instantly. The girls, Hinata, Ten Ten and Temari. Hinata and Sakura knew each other from birth, and Ten Ten was introduced to Sakura when she was twelve. Temari moved to New York two years ago; she used to live in Arizona, and constantly complaining that it was too cold here. The guys: Naruto, Sasuke, Neji, Kiba, Kankuro, Gaara and Shikamaru. Gaara and Kankuro were Temari's brothers. Naruto was currently dating Hinata. Even though Sasuke was the coolest guy in the school, he was single. We always have to dodge out of the way when his fan girls surround him. Neji was with Ten Ten, and next year would mark their three year anniversary. Kiba was with Ino, and we all have no idea why. Kiba was loud, impolite, and always dirty and chugging down beers like no tomorrow. Shikamaru was lazy, and is totally whipped by his girlfriend, Temari. Good thing too, since Shikamaru is the laziest guy you would meet, while Temari was up before the sun was.
One day Naruto, the idiotic blonde, suggested we made a group name. We all rolled our eyes and told him to play with his Barbies, but he still thought it was a good idea. He was a seventeen-year-old outside but a six year old on the inside. We, meaning just him and maybe Hinata, agreed on Ace gang. We all shrugged and even though it was completely ridiculous, we used it. It was very casual, like you were saying your cat's name or your favourite colour.
Ten Ten giggled while Neji carefully placed her in his lap. Sakura frowned.
Sakura was single but she didn't mind…much. She wasn't looking for looks. She was looking for an interesting personality. And everyone here is boring, minus her friends. There were the same cliché jocks, band geeks, up tight nerds, bullies and every cliché high school groups you could think of. She was bored with her life. She had trustworthy friends, but it wasn't that much…fun. Sure, they were the best friends you could ask for, but they had their own personal lives to go on with. Humans need affection from at least one person, or they sure will go mad. That empty feeling of desperation mingled in with sadness and the lack of confidence and self-esteem. Loneliness.
Her life was perfect. And that was the only flaw.
She had ever had a boyfriend. She didn't know any dating tips, but listening to Ten Ten, it sure sounded wonderful. The way the feel of his arms cradled your body, the soft lips, wonderful masculine smell, and irresistible eyes. Too bad the guys with those features were already taken.
Sakura was barely even listening to the conversation Ino and the guys were talking about. They seemed too animated and ecstatic in what they were talking about. She just simply nodded and said yeah every few seconds or so.
She seemed happy, but that was only a cover. Yes, she loved all her friends with her heart but that loneliness kept on getting growing, desperate for any love. She wasn't a whore, but being in a situation where all her friends were all matched and sewn together like perfect puzzle pieces, she was more than a bit jealous whenever one of their boyfriends swooped down randomly and planted a kiss on their lips.
Absent-mindedly, Sakura turned her head to the east. She didn't even realize what she was staring it. Her doe-like, green eyes adjusted and widened and sudden tears sprang up because she hadn't blinked in the last couple of minutes. Her eyes stung like she opened her eyes and it accidentally brushed against an onion. She rubbed them away, quickly, hoping no one saw them and gotten the wrong impression.
When her vision finally cleared, she checked to make no tears landed on her shirt and skirt. She looked up and saw him.
.oOo.
Jesus, when is she gonna stop staring at me? Sasori thought to himself bitterly as a pretty teen, probably around his age, kept on staring at him. He was growing uncomfortable at being stared at too long. He was used to being ignored so he wasn't used to being looked at. Sure, sometimes a casual glance-over, but that was all he got. A shadow, he was a shadow. There it was, always behind someone and almost never looked at.
And, her hair was the most unusual hair colour. He met blondes, brunettes, redheads, raven-black hair, and snow-white hair. Then there were the punked teens that dyed their hair electric blue or something eye catching. But pink? That was a first. It definitely caught his eye, and if he didn't know any better he would have assumed it blonde. The sunlight made it seem lighter than pink. It was the exact same shade as strawberry ice cream.
She was also pale. Like she haven't been outside before. She was almost translucent, like him.
Sasori took a closer look at this exotic girl. He found some similarities. For one, she seemed quite tall. She was sitting on a tree stump, but she still seemed a bit taller from the average height. White teeth that peeked through her mouth while she gaped at him in her glassy eyed stare. The pink-haired girl was also thin.
But other than that, he couldn't find anything else. She was dressed in the preppy, bright colours that seemed so popular now (but if you think about it, the eighties were through that phase too. Good thing we aren't stuck in that era.), and her eyes were a striking green. His hair was red, while hers was pink and from what he could tell, they were not alike.
Little did he know, they were exactly alike on the inside.
The mysterious pink-haired girl suddenly looked down at the ground, like something invisible hit her violently on the back of her head pushing it down.
Sasori tore her eyes off her and the bell rang. First day of school, here I come.
.oOo.
Sakura automatically shut down her faux happy mood as soon as she entered the huge school. Not because of the whole learning process and the homework that would ruin her evening. It was the dreadful seven hours inside. She hated being cooped up for more than a couple of hours. Minus her car. Wash, rinse, and repeat. Boring! Ugh, I see Mrs. Wilson still has her famous unibrow. Even the people here are the same. She thought as her eyes glazed over the hallways and her teacher Mrs. Wilson, and her infamous unibrow.
Since she has been attending to her high school since freshman year, her feet automatically headed straight towards her locker. Central Park East didn't make the students switch lockers. Only if someone moved to another school, and the transfer student made his old locker his own.
She quickly did her locker combination: 55, 14, 44. She remembered having trouble with it, always missing the 14 and landed on 15, and now she was a pro.
She opened the locker door and started stuffed her sweater, extra tee and jeans, and shut it. But she knew that by the end of the week, her almost-empty locker would be overstuffing with stuff. And today was a Wednesday.
She walked, no dragged herself into the office, where a bunch of other people were already in line to get their school schedule. The air conditioning unfortunately broke down over the summer, and the people had yet to fix it, so it was practically a sauna in there. The lady behind the desk, Mrs. Smith, was fanning herself with her hand while hunched behind the computer.
Finally. She was at the front of the line, and she gave her name.
"Hello dear. Just wait a second, this darn thing is just so old and broken down I can't stand it." Mrs. Smith wailed. I smiled.
"Here it is, sorry for the delay. Next!" She gave me a parting smile and the boy behind me, Christian Wells, stepped forward.
Sakura examined it, knowing this is probably the only thing that would change this year from the last.
Sakura Haruno, Senior.
First Period- Math
Second Period-English
Third Period-History
Fourth Period- Foreign Language (Options on the back)
Fifth Period- Lunchtime. All grades.
Sixth Period-Calculus
Seventh Period-Alternative
Eighth Period-Psychical Education
She breathed a sigh of relief. Yes! I have gym last! Last year it was fourth period and when she got to the lunchroom she had to grab a sweater from my locker first from the chill the lunchroom gave off. Plus, all the good stuff was already gone, and Sakura did not like missing a meal.
She pondered on what to do for the Alternative. She flipped the paper over to see the list of alternatives.
Alternatives
Latin
Spanish
French
Earth Science
Auto Mechanics
Drama
Art
Geography
Home Ec.
Health
Drafting
Biology
Chemistry
As always, Sakura picked Latin to fill in the Fourth Period slot and this time, for fun, she picked Art for my alternative. She usually picked Home Economics but Mr. Lance kept on giving me disapproving looks, though she never burned or mixed a wrong ingredient in. Sakura would rather be out of something because someone didn't want her in.
As she was studying the list, she ran into a wall. How humiliating to walk into a wall! There were lockers on one side, and the other side was all glass, and she didn't hear the metallic ringing lockers made when she banged into it so she ran into the glass. Great…I bet my face was all squashed. Her inner self declared to well, herself. But she was sure she was walking in a straight line. She looked up while rubbing her cheeks and realized she ran into a guy. Her eyes widened and took a step back.
"Oh crap, so sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going, and I guess-" The words rushed out of her mouth like a waterfall.
"'K." His eyes were totally relaxed and by his walk it seemed like his body didn't really absorb that much impact.
She narrowed her eyes, annoyed that he really didn't show any emotion and that he just treated it like I accidentally dropped his pencil.
Well, since this year is gonna be 'so fun' might as well make new friends. As soon as she looked at him, she knew he was a new guy.
"Er…hi, my name is Sakura. Sakura Haruno, what's yours?"
Completely shocked he turned around, but tried to hide it. "Um…Sasori. Sasori Anasuka."
"Cool, well see you around Sasori." Her eyes drank in the man standing in front of her. Red shirt, abused white sneakers and jeans. He was slung back and looked like he didn't give a care in the world. He had warm brown eyes and red hair that was both striking and intriguing. It was a warm colour and it looked soft. She restrained herself from touching it. The only other person she knew who had red hair was her uncle. Maybe that's where she got her unusual pink hair.
She jogged off.
.oOo.
It was the same girl. The same girl that stared at Sasori. He assumed that he didn't really see him, lost in her own pink-haired world. She was quite tall, maybe five foot seven. He was six foot one. She was paler in person with long fingers and red lips. Slim and an athletic build and quite pretty. And suddenly, he wondered if she could really be her friend.
He inserted his headphones back in his ear and walked down the hall of his new school.
A/N: Tada! Wow, never wrote that much on Fanfiction. Please tell me what you think of it!
-Bitter-Sweet-ish
(Angie)
Terribly sorry for any grammar or common sense mistakes.