A/N: Thank you all for taking the chance at reading my new version of HITM! Re-reading my old version, was a bit cringey at times… And well, I decided to make things a little bit on the darker side with this re-write. Bordering on horror, but it will still remain primarily Drama/Romance. I want to work on my skills with writing horror and possibly action and details. The Pairing is still GaaSaku.
Hidden in the Music
Chapter One: Acceptance
Summary: Between a world of pain and voices that try to soothe her, she wishes for an end. As a last ditch effort, she throws her energy into telling the story of her life through music, but will anyone ever find what's Hidden in the Music?
'Acceptance' belongs to Akira Yamaoka
My wrists and ankles were restrained, I felt a cold needle against my spine. I knew not to make any sudden movements, allowing only my eyes search through the darkness. My head was pounding, my heart throbbing. I tried to steady my breathing and focus. I cannot be afraid.
I cursed, it was no use, all I could see was the never ending darkness. Maybe, this was the end, maybe it was over. A wave of bittersweet happiness swept over me, relief. The crease of light coming from the door only broke my dreams of an end. It was never over. It will never be over.
X
"What a freak! She had Sasuke-kun as her boyfriend, and she still didn't change? Why is she so emo? What an attention whore." She gripped the pencil, gritting her teeth. They know nothing.
'You never should have dated Sasuke-kun, you knew he wanted someone perfect, we're not perfect, Saku-chan.'
'He should have been thrilled to date us! He is just too intimidated by a strong and independent woman! No man will ever have control over us!'
'Except father. Father will always be first. Father loves us, he doesn't want us to leave him. Why do we disobey father?'
'Father is a bastard, if we just killed him, it would be over. Don't you want to taste his blood? We will finally be free.'
She took a few breaths, trying to calm the voices in her head. She ignored the others and their cries. She never should have paid any attention to Sasuke, not while she was living with her father. She was foolish to think she could be normal.
"Oi, forehead! Do you think you're too good for Sasuke-kun?" Her head snapped up, her eyes caught up to eyes of deep blue. In front of her was her former friend, Ino. They were friends from Elementary through Middle School, but whenever Sasuke came into play, they drifted apart due to their differences and their competition to get Sasuke to themselves.
After all these years, Sakura knew it was a stupid idea to ever allow a boy get in the middle of her friendship. It was too late now, there was no going back. Those bonds had been severed and she was all to blame.
"Come on, answer me! Why are you so stuck up? This is why Sasuke-kun broke up with you, you are impossible!" the blonde haired girl raged, her hand slamming down on Sakura's notebook and pushing it across the room.
'Kick her ass!'
'Kill her.'
Sakura rose from her seat, eyes flaring in rage. Ino's other friends came running into her defense, one with bright red and choppy red hair, one with uneven purple, and another with brown hair, styled into two buns.
"What are you gonna do now, forehead? You can't possibly think you can fight against all of us." She snarled at the group of girls, not turning her back, she went to retrieve her notebook, only for the girl with purple hair to step on it, refusing to leave it be.
"Just give me my damn notebook, I'll leave you all alone." The girl put her hand to her mouth in mock surprise, only to laugh and rip the pages underneath her foot.
"Oops, my bad." She said insincerely before removing her foot and walking away. Not letting down her guard, she bent down on one knee to retrieve the notebook and the ripped pages. The bell rang suddenly and everyone raced back to their seats, Sakura took her time, not caring if she were counted as late.
A tall woman with long brown and wavy hair walked through the door and smiled at everyone. She wore a medium length dress, all red but with a black lining around the hemlines.
"Hello everyone, I am going to be your new choir teacher for this year. You may call me Kurenai-sensei. I hope to get to know all of you very well." She bowed before taking a seat by the Piano.
Sakura shifted her eyes throughout the classroom, she caught the glares and snickers from the group of girls who harassed her earlier. She wished she could make them stop, if only she could give them a taste of their own medicine.
'You can… Show them the pain, let them feel your pain! Let them writhe in pain, scream in agony! Let their blood pool around them!' the voice spoke to her, laughing maniacally. As much as she hated them, she wouldn't want them to feel her pain. No one deserved her pain. She would refuse to share any part of her life.
"Before we get started today, I'd like to see where you all measure up vocally. Who are Sopranos, Altos, Tenors, and Bass'. " The teacher explained before scanning the room, looking for any volunteers. No one bothered to raise their hands to go first, she sighed.
"You, with the pink hair. What's your name?" Sakura rolled her eyes internally. Her name may as well be pink, that's all she's recognized for anyways.
"Sakura. Haruno Sakura." The woman smiled and nodded her head.
"Will you please go first, introduce yourself and sing something for us so I can gauge your talent?" Sakura wanted to protest, but she knew it would be futile, she could only imagine the whispers that followed behind her. She grabbed her notebook as she walked over to the piano, picking out the ripped pages first.
"Do I really have to introduce myself?" she whispered to the teacher who only nodded. She sighed.
"My name is Haruno Sakura. I am a Senior. I really don't like a lot of things, besides music. My dream in life…" She paused.
"I guess to be a doctor." She would never be a doctor. That was his dream for her, she will never follow in his footsteps. Hearing the words coming from her own mouth arose an anger inside of her that she could not control.
'Calm down, Saku-chan. Don't scare them. You don't want them to be afraid.' The voice reassured her, almost instantly calming her down.
"Thank you, Sakura. What will you be singing today? And are you an alto or a soprano?"
"I guess I am a mix of both. I prefer singing Alto, however."
"Yeah, because you sound like a man!" Sakura glared down at the girls in the back who were giggling at the outburst from their friend. Anger rose into her throat, but she forced it back down.
The teacher stood up firmly and crossed her arms in protest.
"For that little outburst, I'm certain you would enjoy to spend the rest of your first day in detention. Your name was Ami, correct?" The purple haired girl growled but nodded.
"Either apologize or you will be sent to the principal's office now." Ami's insincere apology made no difference to Sakura, she did not need to listen to the words of forgiveness leave her lips when she knew of no such thing.
"Alright, Sakura, what will you be singing for us today?" Sakura sat down on the Piano bench and positioned her fingers accordingly.
"Something I wrote. I call it 'Acceptance'." Kurenai smiled and prompted her to start.
"Time flows, nobody knows the years go by. Where we go, alone from here. Night falls, strange colored walls, my eyes deceive; What is wrong with me? Deep in the night, you think everything's right. Tell it to yourself, it's just a nightmare. Something is telling you, nothing can change where you are again." Sakura voice sang lowly, almost in a whisper. Her fingers grazed the keys of the piano gracefully, as though her soul was playing instead of her fingers.
"Why should it matter, your dreams of a child? Innocence is gone, only fear to play with. Faces are changing, but nothing is changing the pain. It's too late. Two steps I take, getting closer and closer; and one more breath I take sends me further back. Over and over, it calls to your soul, Say it isn't so. Emptiness surrounds you, no one can help if the angels refuse to come near. Who's there?"
Sakura made it a point not to look away from her sheet music, she would not do well to see others scoffing at her music, her story. She will not have them disrespect her life to her face.
"Cold faded photos, they lay by your side. Something in my room, never mind the reason. Visions are lying, and reasons just live to survive. This time. The cold, the light, the fear returning. It's not the eyes you feel that's chilling you." The room was silent once more, Sakura felt an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of her stomach but was distracted by the sound of clapping. She looked up to see her choir teacher clapping and smiling for her. She felt her cheeks get hot from embarrassment.
"That was so hauntingly beautiful, Sakura-san. Did you have any help writing it? That was just so magnificent." Sakura shyly thanked her teacher before returning to her seat. She crossed her arms, as though crying to wrap herself into a cocoon.
Kurenai continued listening to the rest of the students for the rest of the period, leaving a few left as the bell rung.
"We will continue tomorrow, and then we will start working on some ancient hymns. Be sure to rest your voices! No spicy food either!" she scolded the class before dismissing them to the next period. Sakura stayed behind, waiting for a friend to come by. Kurenai noticed the girl waiting by the door and impatiently tapping her foot.
"Is everything alright, Sakura-san? Are you waiting for someone?" Sakura merely nodded her head, still searching the hallway for her friends. She sighed.
'Those idiots are probably screwing in the bathroom, you know.' One voice spoke smugly.
'They love each other, no matter what anyone says. They deserve to be happy.'
"Sakura-san, while you're waiting for your friend, could I ask you a question about that song you wrote?" She involuntarily twitched, no one asks her about her 'inspiration'. It was just something that must not be answered.
'If you don't answer, she will be suspicious of father. You must be smart, Saku-chan.'
'Or you can just tell her to mind her own business! She's just a teacher, not a therapist.'
Sakura sighed.
"I had a pen-pal who was schizophrenic, I wrote it kind of to honor her. She just passed away." The teacher gasped in sadness before hugging Sakura in sympathy.
"I am so sorry for your loss. I apologize for being so nosey." Sakura winced, trying to wiggle out of her teacher's grasp. Noticing the resistance, Kurenai released her and bowed apologetically. Sakura looked out the door to finally see her friends Sasori and Deidara coming their way. Their shirts completely untucked. She rolled her eyes.
'Told you they were screwing. They can't keep it in their pants.'
Kurenai looked out the room to notice the two boys approaching Sakura, she tried to pay no mind but noticed the red clouds they adorned proudly on their jackets. She was informed that they were something of a gang for the school, but were relatively harmless if left alone. Why would Sakura be acquainted with them? She seemed far too intelligent to mix herself up with the wrong type of people. Sakura left with them promptly, bidding her goodbyes to the teacher.
Sakura walked alongside Deidara and Sasori, she was a tad annoyed at them for making her wait, especially Sasori, who instilled into her, his hate for waiting or for being late.
"I apologize for our late arrival, Deidara is a moron who cannot control his urges." She giggled lightly as she saw the blonde glare down his lover before elbowing him in the stomach in response.
"You wanted me just as much as I wanted you, yeah. You weren't saying no when you were sucking my-" Sakura covered her ears in annoyance, she would much rather not hear of their escapades. Friends or not, it was just far too personal and uncomfortable.
Sasori chuckled at the girl's prude nature. She was far from innocent, yet she clung to her virgin ears as though she was afraid of it being stripped away from her.
"As much as I'd love to hear about you two screwing each other's brains out, I'm pretty sure I'm gonna be late to math." As though she were psychic, the bell rang loudly through the hall, the scurrying of teenagers making their way through to the classrooms in a hurry made Sakura only sigh. First day of school and already going to get written up. Perfect. Just frickin' perfect.
"Aww, Sakura-chan, you know you love hearing about Sasori and I, we both know you're into that kind of thing." Deidara teased to which Sakura punched him in the back of his head. He clenched his head and groaned in pain. Sasori only chuckled and kept walking forward.
"Danna! Aren't you gonna make it better? Sakura-chan is so mean to me." He whined, Sakura scoffed. He deserved it, he was always saying the most ignorant and idiotic of things. Sasori would encourage her to keep his lover in his place. It only made their relationship all the more enjoyable.
"Thanks for walking to my class and making me late on my first day, I greatly appreciate it. Now please, don't allow me to inconvenience you both further on your plans of deface the bathrooms in a fit of gay passion." Deidara pouted and lightly glared at his pink haired friend. Sasori just smirked, grabbing his lover by the arm and walking off bidding Sakura farewell.
She sighed, she was doing that a lot today, wasn't she? What a troublesome first day of school. Why couldn't she just go home and go back to bed? Oh yeah, she had tried that but she has to graduate this year so she can get the hell out of that hell hole once and for all.
'Father only wants the best for us, he only gives us things he knows we are capable of handling. Father loves us, why must we run from father?'
She growled, she hated the voice who sympathized with her father. She didn't know why she was there, or even how she came to manifest. She didn't know where any of the voices came from, for that matter. It had been years since they began to invade her mind.
Her hand rested on the door handle to the classroom, she attempted to turn it to enter, only for it to open from the inside. A man with silver hair and a mask over his face opened the door. He smiled down on her, inviting her inside. She quietly thanked him and made her way to the last available seat all the way in the back of the classroom.
"Now that we have everyone here in class, I suppose it is time for us all to introduce ourselves." The silver haired man smiled to the class, Sakura just wanted to put her head down and fall asleep for the rest of her life. She introduced herself once today and she definitely did not want to do it again.
"I believe since we were waiting for Haruno-san to arrive, she should be first to introduce herself." She glared daggers at him, cursing him and everything he stood for but he ignored her frustrations.
"My name is Sakura and I hate math and introducing myself." She sat back down immediately. The teacher chuckled.
"That wasn't much of an introduction, Sakura-chan. Please, try again. Your name, likes, dislikes, dreams." Sakura had never felt more tempted to flip off a teacher than she did at that moment. She stood back up, not allowing her glare to leave her teacher's face.
"My name is Haruno Sakura, I like music, I dislike basically everything else, and the only dream I have is never having to introduce myself to a group of people who have already decided to hate my guts." She sat back down. The teacher laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head.
Sakura could feel the eyes burning on her back, the whispers began. This is why she hated introducing herself, everyone would make their own assumptions on who she was, why she was that way, and whatever nonsense they could make up.
A girl with short purple hair and lavender eyes looked at Sakura with sad eyes, she felt bad that this girl felt so condemned by her classmates, it wasn't quite fair. She saw her boyfriend looking at the girl with pink hair too in curiosity. She didn't feel jealous or anything, she knew he was feeling and thinking the same thoughts as her.
"Hinata-chan, do you know why that girl is so angry? It kind of makes me sad." She shook her head.
"No, Naruto-kun. She's always been like this, I'm not sure why." The boy frowned, still looking at the loose canon of a girl once more.
"Sasuke went on a date with her, but he seemed really annoyed when I asked him about it. Maybe their date went bad and that's why she's mad?" he thought out loud.
"If you people want to talk about me, at least do it to my face instead of behind my back like cowards." She spoke out loud, not giving a glance to anyone in particular. Hinata blushed in embarrassment and Naruto stood up frustrated at her insult.
"I'm not a coward! I'm not afraid of telling you that you're acting just like Sasuke! Did he dump you or something to make you so mad?" Hinata grabbed her boyfriend's wrist to make him sit back down and looked at him with pleading eyes, begging him to apologize.
The class burst out in laughter. They were all laughing at her. Her heart raced, she felt her emotions attempting to escape through her eyes. No, she would not let them see her cry. They will not see her weakness.
Kakashi watched the whole ordeal, he thought of stopping the debacle, but thought he should give it time, perhaps it would be warranted to give the cold girl some perspective.
The laughs and taunts began to haunt her mind, it wasn't going to end, she turned her head around to see everyone with tears of laughter in their eyes, pointing, laughing, mocking her. She clenched to her bag, she tried to control her breathing, she was not going to have an episode. She will not let them see her lose control. The pounding of her heart was getting more rapid, louder. It felt as though her heart was going to burst from her chest.
She didn't even notice that the tears she had been holding back were now free, she had failed at keeping them hidden. How could she have been so foolish. The laughing intensified.
"Cry baby! Sasuke left you because you're a freaky cry baby!" She closed her eyes and rose from her seat in a hurry before racing for the door. The teacher attempted to block her way to which she only pushed him aside before storming away.
Naruto looked at his girlfriend regretfully before sitting down. Hinata frowned and looked away.
"That was very mean, Naruto-kun. She was really sad." Hinata tried to scold him, but she knew he already felt awful for his role in the matter.
"I didn't mean to hurt her feelings like that, I just thought, maybe, she was just angry at Sasuke or something. I didn't mean to make her cry!" Hinata only nodded. She knew her boyfriend didn't mean it in a malicious way, there was no way of telling that his words would have caused her such distress.
"Okay, so. I'm Kakashi-sensei and after what we have just witnessed, I am ordering you all to write an apology letter to Sakura-chan and you all will be handing it to her tomorrow. Until then, I will be back. Don't leave, I will know." As if he were a ninja, he seemed to disappear without a trace.
X
It had been so long since she had cried. She cursed that boy who called her out and got everyone to taunt her. How dare he? They were talking about her! Why couldn't they just leave her be? Why couldn't she just suffer in her own silence, why did they have to make her suffering even worse?
She made her way into the girl's bathroom, she dug into her bag in a rush, digging, digging, digging. Where was it?! She dumped her bag out onto the cold floor to see the blade she had been looking for. She wanted this pain in her heart to go away, just to forget that pain for a while, she would give anything at that moment. As she was about to bring the blade across the skin of her wrist she looked up and saw her reflection in the mirror.
She stared into her eyes, the lust she felt for her own blood. She took several breaths and looked at her waist long pink hair. She was tired of hiding, she was tired of pretending! She brought the blade to her head, grabbing a chunk of her hair and sliding the blade firmly across the section of hair. She felt a wave of contentment pass through her, she grabbed another part and continued until inches upon inches of hair lay stranded on the bathroom floor.
She felt so liberated, almost free. But she will never be free. She couldn't ever be free. Suddenly a knock on the bathroom door alerted her.
"Sakura-chan, it's your sensei. Can you come out so we can chat?" She hissed at the door. She had no desire to speak to the incompetent man who had sat back and watched her suffering. He did nothing. He had no right!
"Fuck off, sensei." She snarled.
"Please, Sakura-chan. Will you come out so we can talk?"
'He should have talked when they were laughing. He should have done something, but he did nothing. He watched us in amusement. Use the blade and let him feel your pain. Let the amusement be yours.'
"Leave me alone. I am not talking to you." The pain began to return, her attention went back to the blade, she wanted to feel blood, her blood. Why can't they just let her bleed on her own?
"If you are not coming out, I will be forced to come in there, Sakura-chan."
"No you will not! You can't come in here, you pervert!" Where the fuck were Sasori and Deidara? Those morons should have been here or somewhere close by. She suddenly felt tired, she felt like drifting off to an endless sleep. She proceeded to lay on the cold bathroom floor. The blade still residing in her hand, her hair surrounding around her body. She smiled, holding the blade closely before closing her eyes, attempting to fall asleep.
"Sakura-chan, are you okay?" she could hear his voice but she couldn't answer anymore. She was just so tired. Her head feeling light, a veil of comfort seeming to cover her being.
"Please answer me, or I'm coming in." She tried to open her mouth to protest but couldn't find any air to speak. She felt nauseous, drifting in and out of consciousness. Her eyes dimly looked up to see the face of her teacher, his eye full of worry, he seemed to be talking, but she could hear no words. She slowly blinked, then saw both Sasori and Deidara, Deidara was trying to slap her face, but she felt so numb. Her lips felt so cold. Everything felt so cold.
Maybe she was dying. The thought seemed to comfort her more than anything. She let a smile escape from her lips before passing out.
"What the hell did you do to her, you idiot teacher?!" Deidara screamed, trying to awake his friend. Her body went limp, he noticed that her chest was still. She wasn't breathing. He took Sakura's body out of the arms of her teacher and placed her back on the ground and started administering CPR.
Sasori had ran to get the principal and call for an ambulance. Kakashi was on his knees, frozen to do anything as he watched another student trying to save his student. He failed to save her, she was entrusted to him and he had failed her not only once in the course of an hour, but twice.
"Damnit, Sakura! Wake up!" He pressed his hands down on her chest once more before breathing life into her.
"You can't die yet! You're too strong to die, wake up! Come on, Sakura, wake up!" He screamed, refusing to give up. She had stopped breathing for a total of two minutes. They both knew that Sakura's chance at survival was almost nonexistent after three minutes of no air flow to the brain. One last ditch effort, he pushed his entire being into Sakura's chest, before giving her one last breath of air.
He stopped.
Suddenly a gasp could be heard from her blue lips, she could breathe. She could breathe.
"D-deidara…" she tried to speak, coughing hoarsely. Deidara lifted his hand to her face, brushing away the strands of hair away from her eyes and mouth.
"Ssh, Sakura. You're okay, yeah. You're okay." She opened her eyes slightly and smiled.
"Don't stress yourself, yeah. You've had a long day. Sasori called an ambulance, you're going to the hospital, yeah." She reached for Deidara's hand, squeezing it as firmly as she could, her eyes pleading but Deidara shook his head.
"I know you don't like going, yeah, but you scared us. You would have been dead if I wasn't here, we can't lose you Sakura-chan. We love you, yeah." Sakura gave up the fight, the hospital it was. At least she was safe there. With the cameras.
X
"Alright, you three. Your registration here is complete, I just need to give you all a tour and you should all be good to go." The Busty blonde woman exclaimed. The three siblings followed suit, the oldest being a girl with her hair pinned into four ponytails spiked up, the second was a boy with brown hair who seemed to enjoy face paint a tad more than any normal person. The last was the youngest of the siblings, crimson red hair and sea foam green eyes.
"This way is the cafeteria-" the principal was cut off by a man with similar red hair and amber eyes.
"Tsunade-sama, you need to come with me right now, I have already called an ambulance, Sakura is in the bathroom and she's not breathing." She looked at him, eyes widened but nodded nonetheless.
"You three, I have to go. Go back to my office and ask Shizune to finish showing you around." Instantly, the principal followed the man to the bathroom. The three siblings looked at each other and smirked in unison.
"That's your cousin, Sasori." The brothers nodded their heads. They made their way back to the office only to see an ambulance outside the school and paramedics rushing through the doors with a stretcher and defibrillator.
"Whoever this Sakura girl is, is causing quite the commotion." They walked back into the office to be greeted by the vice principal. She sought them back out, on their way with the rest of the tour they saw the pale body of a girl with pink hair on the stretcher and on oxygen. Her eyes were green, but so dimly lit, as though she were about to fall back asleep.
The youngest sibling couldn't leave his gaze on her, and focused on her for as long as she was in his sight.
"That poor girl. I hope she's okay." Shizune sighed but continued leading them on. The redhead continued behind his siblings, however, his thoughts distracted him for the rest of the day. He would see her again, he told himself. He would definitely see her again.
X
'Father will take care of us. He loves us, let father help us.'
'Father is a bastard, if anything, he will want to keep us like this! He would know we won't be able to fight back.'
'This is that damned teacher's fault. If we had given him our pain this wouldn't have happened. If we had killed them all, we would be fine. We would be free. They wouldn't laugh if their throats were slit.'
'Why couldn't Deidara have let us die? You are worthless. Father knows we are worthless, but he gives us worth. Our death would mean nothing but eternal peace. Why did he take that from us?'
Sakura kept breathing through the mask, on one side was Deidara and the other Sasori. They held her hands, rubbing them gently. She tried blinking her eyes, feeling as though she were trapped in a dream.
"You will be fine, Sakura. We are here, you aren't alone. You're not alone." Sasori reassured her, she turned her head to the side to face him. She allowed tears to release from her eyes, a signal of her thanks. She wasn't alone. They made sure that she would never be alone.
X
The classroom was full of noise, Kakashi has been gone for at least 30 minutes, they had only a few minutes left in class before the bell would ring. Hinata and Naruto didn't waste any time on their apology letters to Sakura. They were genuinely sorry for what had happened. No one deserves to be laughed at like that. The look in her eyes, it was so brutally sad. She was almost led to believe that Sakura couldn't feel anything but anger but today, today she just lost it. And it was their fault.
There went the bell, everyone rose from their seat and left the classroom. On their way out, they saw Sakura's frail body on a stretcher being rushed away. Naruto and Hinata looked at each other.
"Oh my god, what happened to Sakura?" She asked no one in particular. Gossip began to flood through the hallways. They tried to follow after the stretcher until a man with red hair turned around and glared at them, threatening them to stay away.
"Did you hear? Sakura tried to commit suicide! Kakashi-sensei found her in the bathroom with a knife!" the guilt in their stomachs only grew more and more. Did Sakura really try to kill herself? Was it because of what happened? Of course it was! They were so awful to her. They could only hope to make amends when and if they saw her again.
They looked around and saw their sensei talking to their principal. Tsunade had her hands on her hips, and tapping her foot to the ground. Kakashi was talking to her, they assumed about what had happened in the classroom but they couldn't hear over the commotion in the hallway. Tsunade then crossed her arms and glared at their teacher, her face morphing into the most foul scowl they'd imagined possible. She was scolding him from what they could tell. He was looking down, understandably so, mortified at what he had seen.
The bustling and gossip eventually got onto Tsunade's last nerve and she turned to face the crowd of teenagers. She stomped her foot down, causing a loud cracking noise. Everyone froze and their attention went to their principal.
"If you wish not to have Saturday school detention for the next seven months, every single one of you best move onto your next class now." Everyone moved as fast as they'd ever moved, Hinata and Naruto included. Tsunade was fair, but if you ever got on her bad side… they shivered.
Hinata and Naruto moved onto their next class: History. They groaned, knowing that they had to deal with the most hated teacher in school. Orochimaru. At least most of their friends were in the same class, that made it somewhat better.
They both sat down beside Sasuke and what they would call his harem. All the girls who liked Sasuke would swoon over her, he rarely paid them any notice. Today, however, he was unusually friendly with all of them.
"Dobe."
"Teme."
"Sasuke-kun? Did you hear about that Sakura girl? She is so emo, she tried to kill herself! How pathetic!" Hinata and Naruto turned their heads to the girl called Karin, and glared. Sasuke shrugged his shoulders.
"What ever did happen on your date with her, Sasuke? Was it a huge disaster?" She seemed to be really torn up about it…" The raven hair boy's eye twitched. He grunted, not wanting to give a response.
He didn't want to remember her. He refused to remember how she refused him. She rejected him. How dare she? The prudish bitch. She should have been more than willing to be within his bed.
Sakura looked to the side and blushed lightly, not wanting to show him her innocent nature. He smirked as he grabbed her chin and brushed his lips against hers. Her blush intensified, she kissed back shyly but was alarmed when she felt his tongue trying to slip through her lips, she broke the kiss and pushed him away.
"What the hell?" he asked angrily, trying to grab her arm to pull her back in, she resisted, grabbing his wrist and twisting it away from her. He seethed in pain and glared at her.
"What the fuck is your problem? Isn't this what you wanted? You were the one who said you loved me and want to be with me, and now that I give you the chance, you pull away like a virgin." She glared at him, trying to back away from him slowly.
"In case you didn't know, I am a virgin, so that insult won't work on me, sorry to disappoint. Secondly, I said I loved you because I thought you were nice, but after this, now that I know you would try and force yourself on me, I would never love a monster like you." He growled at her in response, grabbing the vase of flowers he had bought her and throwing it at her. She dodged, the vase only missing her head by an inch.
"You have some fucking issues, you could have hurt me! Whatever the hell this was, it's over! I am going home." She tried to rush out of his room, only to run into Sasuke's older brother, Itachi. He smiled down to her.
"Is everything alright in here? I heard a commotion." Sakura turned around and glared at Sasuke one last time.
"Actually, Itachi, could you take me home? I'm not feeling well." He nodded simply, taking her away and closing the door to his brother's room. Waiting for their steps to dissipate, he punched the wall, his hand going straight through it, his knuckles bleeding from the impact.
"How dare she reject me? Me?! How dare she." He talked to no one in particular as he looked at his bruised and bloody fist. This was not the end. This was not the end.
The bell rang once more. Orochimaru walked through the door and sat down at his desk.
"Welcome to History, where you must know your past in order to reach your future. I will be your teacher Orochimaru." He introduced. Everyone in the class stared at him blankly. They didn't care for anything he'd have to say. It was history, the easiest class to teach, save for P.E. or Art. A knock on the door interrupted his introduction, he sighed, annoyed, as he got up from his desk to open the door.
The red haired boy behind the door glared at the teacher, who in turned smirked.
"I see that we have a late arrival."
"I was unable to enter because the door was locked. I was under the impression that keeping a door locked would be against safety codes in case of a fire." The class giggled at the redhead's statement.
"What is your name, child? You are late to my class, after all." The glare did not lessen any.
"Gaara." He looked unto the teenager amused, and welcomed him inside the classroom and closed the door once more.
"Since you are new here, I will let you off with a warning. Once the bell rings, my door is closed and locked. If you are late, you will not be allowed access into my class and you will go to Tsunade-sama for your punishment. Do I make myself clear, boy?"
"Hn." He moved to an empty seat beside Naruto and Sasuke.
"Would you like to introduce yourself to the class, Gaara?" He looked up to his teacher once more.
"No." Orochimaru chuckled to himself.
"I'm afraid it's mandatory. Please, introduce yourself." He grunted but stood up from his seat briefly.
"My name is Gaara and I hate you all. That's all you need to know." The rest of the class was very quiet. Orochimaru didn't bother making him give a proper introduction.
"He kind of reminds me of Sakura. All anger, and stuff." Hinata nodded. She wondered how Sakura was doing now, she wished she could help out somehow.
"Great, another freak like Sakura. I wish that Kakashi-sensei would have just let her die. It's not like anyone would have cared." The sound of choking then radiated throughout the room. Everyone's eyes widened as they saw Gaara wrap his hand around Karin's throat, squeezing the life out of her.
"Like how no one would care if you died? Perhaps we should find out." His grip around her neck tightened. Orochimaru rushed over to the back of the classroom and got between Gaara and Karin, forcing his hand to release around her neck.
She fell to the ground, gasping for air.
"Now you know how she must have felt." He remarked darkly. Orochimaru grabbed his shoulders, escorting him out of the room in a rush. Everyone was still looking on in terror at what had happened. What the fuck just happened?
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"Sabaku no Temari to the office immediately. Sabaku no Temari to the office immediately." She laughed, she'd only been in this class with this crazy guy who wore all green and had scarily bushy eyebrows for only ten minutes and she was already being called to the office.
What did she do? She froze for a moment. Oh god, what did Gaara do? She groaned before getting up from her seat and leaving the room and making her way to the Principal's office. She saw her little brother being guarded by two male teachers and the principal.
"What did you do now, Gaara?" He only smirked. The pale skinned man with long black hair spoke first.
"He strangled another student. This is absolutely unacceptable behavior. I understand that you are his sister, and you are without parents, but this is a very serious offense. I suggest you inform him that his actions have consequences." She rolled her eyes. God, not one of those teachers. How dare he even bring up their parents?
"Well, whoever the hell you are, I suggest you not bring up my dead parents so casually when you haven't known us for more than a day." The teacher looked at though he was about to respond in anger but Tsunade stopped him.
"I apologize for Orochimaru's disrespect, Temari-san. We just wish for you to take your brother home, he is going to be suspended for two days. Hopefully, the student's parents do not file charges. I will try my best to avert the situation if it comes down to it."
"Thank you, Tsunade-sama. My brother and I are very thankful for your patience and generosity, aren't we, Gaara?" Seeing no response from him, she elbowed him in the stomach to which he grunted in anger.
"Thank you, Tsunade-sama." He mumbled. She gave her own smirk before dismissing the siblings.
"You are far too lenient, Tsunade. That troublemaker will end up in jail one day." She rolled her eyes, her hand imitating a crocodile.
"Blah blah blah. Orochimaru, shut up and go back to your class." He huffed before leaving the office and making his way back to the classroom. The other teacher stayed with Tsunade, a frown hidden behind the mask. His first day on the job, and already so much chaos. He was starting to regret his decision.
"Kakashi, your father would not like for you to be wallowing in your own self pity. We all make mistakes, you need to learn from it and move on. Sakura will be fine, if I know her any better myself, I'd say she is far too prideful to die. She's a fighter." He sighed but nodded. She then nudged him a tiny flash and wiggled her eyebrows.
"Our secret, eh?" He could only chuckle.
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This is the first chapter of the brand new HITM. I know, it is vastly different from the original, I promise, that it will be more fluffy and light hearted like the original soon. I am trying out some new things to see how I like it. It will stay true to the original, give or take, a few minor changes, and perhaps a couple major differences, but nothing that would make it a different entity on its own.
I am still looking for two OC's to implement into the story, please tell me if you would like your OC to make an appearance. :) Next chapter, we will see Sakura's first interaction with her father, Akatsuki backstory, and perhaps a little GaaSaku fluff, if I can manage to find a space.
I don't want to throw them into a relationship just for the luls, I want it to make sense. Gaara's sense of ownership may come into play, but Sakura is not the type of person to take well to someone trying to control her, what could happen? ;) Until next time, Ja ne!
Miyaka Hana