The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows

An Alternate Universe SakuraxGarra Story - "Honestly, I'm scared because the way I feel about you."

Hey Everybody! This is supposed to be taking place in our time, not the undecided time of Naruto. They're just "normal" kids going to a "normal" highschool. They live there lives on the busy streets of Beverly Hills, where everything is just..."perfect".

A few notes!

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"This is the biggest wanna-be cookie cutter house we've lived in yet." Sakura thought to herself, rolling her eyes at her mom and step dad giving eachother eskimo kisses. It had been almost 2 years since her mom had married the man, and Sakura still refused to call him a father figure. Sakura knew the only reason her mom married him was because of his money, but she never really had a reason to complain about it. The only thing she could find to complain about was how badly her mom tryed to hide the fact Sakura wasn't her step dads kid. As soon as her mom started seeing that man, and was bringing him home to for dinners and "other" purposes, her mom had been getting rid of anything to do with Sakuras dad, who had died when Sakura was only 4 in a car accident, that in total recked over 6 cars.

"Isn't it perfect Sakura!" Her mom squeeled running through the rooms of there newly built Beverly Hills home.

"Yeah just great mom. I can just imagine Barbie and Ken sitting in the kitchen, and oh look! There's little Tommy and Kelly fighting over who gets the last home made blueberry waffle. How Darling!" Sakura mocked, causing her mom to give her a very angry glare.

"Anyways where's my room? I want to get away from my visions of Barbie dancing in my head." She asked her mom.

"Up the stairs, to the left, it's the door at the end of th" but before her mom could finish Sakura was already headed to the top of the stairs. "Ugh, i'm so sick of this place already." She thought coldly, as she turned the doorknob and pushed open the door. She took a few steps into the room before shutting and locking the door and looking around at her new surroundings. Every house she had lived in up until now, had always had her room fashioned the same way. But she was different now and told the designer exactly what she wanted, and she got it. The walls were painted a medium pink with black flowers and thorns crawling up one of the walls to reach the ceiling. Everything in the room was either pink or black, but her favorite part about the room was the big black canopy she had her mom make just for the room, with hand made flowers sewn onto it.

She let out a small sigh and she flopped onto her bed face first. "Thing's might not be so crappy, I mean I still have a week until school starts. And that's usually when the problems start. I'm sure if I make an effort to meet people before then I can avoid the wrong crowd." She thought to herself rolling onto her side to face the huge window framed by black curtains. She felt the warm breeze flow over her body almost putting her to sleep as she rolled back onto her back. Unfortunatly out of nowhere a huge white hard object came flying through her window and hit her hard on the stomach knocking the air out of her body.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" She screamed taking deep breaths inbetween each word. She jumped off her bed holding the big white ball in her hand and stomped over to the window. When she looked down she saw a group of about 6 boys standing under her window. "Can you throw that back down here!?!" One of the boys shouted. "I'd much rather return it personally!" She shouted back. Turning away from the window and shutting it hard behind her. She walked out of her room, descending the stairs quickly and straight out the front door. She knew that the beach was actually part of her back yard so she made her way towards the fence and hopped right over it still clutching the ball in a death grip. She turned around the corner and saw the group of boys still standing underneath her window. "HERE IS YOUR FUCKING BALL!" Sakura shouted throwing it directly at one red headed boys head. The intire group turned around just in time to see the red head get hit smack in the face by the ball.

"What the hell was that for!?" The boy shouted angrily.

"That's for knocking the air out of me!" She shouted back with twice as much anger.

"Like we ment to!" One of the other boys with blonde hair pointed out.

"OH YEAH I'M SO SURE!" Sakura yelled not even thinking about what she was saying.

"We actually didn't..." Said the red hair.

"Oh...umm..sorry." Sakura said slowly realising what the boys had told her, she started thinking more and realise how stupid she had just made herself look. "I'm really sorry, I just moved here from New York...I wasn't really thinking, i've had a really long trip." She apoligized looking at the floor and kicking the sand around with her feet. "Don't worry about it." Said the Blonde, clearly accepting her story. "What's your name anyways?" he continued. Sakura looked at the boy for a second before realising what he had asked.

"Oh right, my name...well it's Sakura...what are yours?"

"Kiba." A boy with shaggy brown hair piped in.

"Shikamaru."

"Shino."

"Chouji."

"Naruto, and my friend that you hit in the face, his name is Gaara, but he's sulking at the moment so I wouldn't expect him to talk to you anytime soon." The blond said. "Anyway's were sorry about hitting you, but you have great aim, you wanna join our game?" He asked. "Uhh sure, let me just go get changed..." Sakura said running back around the corner leaving the six boys to talk amongst themselves.

"She's a cutie." Kiba pointed out to the six of them. As if it wasn't obvious that all of them were thinking it.

"Yeah, but she has a hot temper." Gaara complained rubbing his forhead where a small bump was beginning to form. "And a hot body." His inner self thought.

"Well, Gaara considering your still the only single one in the group you should deffinatly make a move on her." Chouji, the chubbiest of the boys suggested.

"No fucking way! She's..not...my type." Gaara argued.

"Whatever you say mate." Naruto joked putting an arm around his friend and leading him towards the volley ball court.

Sakura ran back up to her room and opened up her closet doors, flicking the lights on. Alot of the stuff she had worn in Newyork she knew she wouldn't be able to wear here. Mainly because of the weather differences. She made up her mind that she would go shopping tomorrow and just pulled out a pair of frayed jean shorts, a pink tank top and a black sweater to put ontop. Sakura could never wear short sleeves in public. She had to much to hide and she knew that it would become problematic as the warmer months made there rounds on Beverly Hills. She'd have to learn to break a dirty habit.

Okay, part two should be out soon, ) I'm going to be drawing some pictures for this story so hopefully I can get those uploaded soon.

A.W.