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Pairings: Main SasuSaku Minor HinaNaru, NejTen, InoGaa, ShikaTem,
"Talking in Japanese."
Song Lyrics
"Talking in Korean."
XxXx Game of Love xXxX
I'm Going Where?:
Sakura
You know how you see in those movies there's the slut, the whore, the bitch? Well here in Korea, I happen to be all of them. I don't care what others think about me, I haven't cared for the past 3 years of my life. I was hated by the girls, yet all the guys wanted me.
My mom died when I was at a young age, she was ill with cancer ever since I was 5. She fought lung cancer so that she could be there for me. My dad loved her. I loved her. However, I was a trouble maker from the age of 2. I liked hitting, biting, and kicking things and people. I put a lot of stress on my mom because of it. She died when I was 11. I was in school, I always liked school, when the principal walked in and took me to her office. She told me that my mom was in the hospital, and she was going to take me there. By the time I got there, she had passed away.
I was a smart little girl. I got teased a lot for my pink hair, my big forehead, and for being a smarty pants too. I would always ignore them, because my mom told me that I should. However, the week after my mom's death when I went back to school, rumors had already started. People didn't know the truth, but they said that my mom killed herself because she hated me. I couldn't stand the rumors. There was this one girl, she was the schools 'Queen'. She was just a bitch. I hated her from day one, and she enjoyed making fun of me. She came up to me that one day and said, "I heard you were so ugly that you're mom committed suicide." I punched her. I bit her. I kicked her. I was beating her up pretty good, until the teacher came over and pulled me away.
That day, I got suspended and witnessed something I never though possible. My dad used to be the best person in my life, he would care for me and he loved to hang out with me. When my mom died he tried to hide how sad he was, but I knew that he wanted to cry. Yet he acted strong in front of me. However, that didn't stop him from drinking a lot. He would come home drunk and he would cry. I would try to help him because I just wanted him to still love me. That day, I saw a side of him that scared me. When I got sent home he was furious. He had a right to be furious, I mean come on I just got suspended for fighting. I thought that he would just yell at me, and ground me. What he did was something I didn't think he had in him, he hit me. Not just once, but numerous times. He beat me every night, even when I went back to school. I started wearing baggy clothes, anything to cover up the bruises. Everyone put the title 'Freak' over my head. I was hated in the school for beating up the 'Queen'.
But that was in middle school. Once I got to high school I started changing, a lot. My dad would come home drunk, and so would I. I grew up in all the right places, I would flirt with the bartender and score a few drinks from him or I would steal alcohol from the store. I was hardly home and I hardly saw my dad, therefore I hardly got beat. I started drinking, hanging out with the 'wrong crew'. The 'wrong crew' were my best friends, we were basically like a real gang. Only we weren't a gang. At that time I would sleep around so that guys would buy me my tattoos and piercing. I was known as the biggest slut, whore, and bitch in school. I hardly went to school, I went only twice a week and still maintained a nice 'B', if I went everyday I would probably be the top student in school. I didn't care about grades though. I hung out with mostly guys and their girlfriends in our little crew. I could never hang out with girls; they hated me because their boyfriends wanted me, or maybe because they were just simply jealous of me. That's just how my life was. I got into fights, I slept around, and I drank. My dad didn't care, I didn't care, but the police sure did.
10:00 PM
You know, for a supposed small city no one minds the loud music or even the loud yells of drunk teens. Most of the time I happen to be one of the drunk teens. I was at a party with my crew, we were drinking and the music was pounding. I was only slightly buzzed, and on the dance floor looking for a hot guy. My alcohol tolerance was pretty high. I took a sip of the soju in my hands and set the bottle down on a random table. I looked around, looking for boy toy #19. There he was. I had finally spotted him, hello boy toy #19..
I gave him one of my famous seductive smiles and a wink. I could see him come towards me, but instead of waiting for him to get to me, I started dancing. I was shaking my body, especially my ass next to this random guy. The guy looked over at me and smiled at me and started to dance with me too. I winked at the hot guy who was watching me. I continued to shake my ass and with my index finger I indicated that I wanted him to come towards me. All of sudden a hand grabbed my shoulder and turned me around. I looked at whoever it was with disgust. It was some girl I didn't even know.
"What the hell do you think you're doing to my boyfriend?" she screeched at me. What the hell? Was I really supposed to know that he was her boyfriend? For the first time in forever I didn't want to start a fight, so I walked away. She grabbed my hair and tugged on it. God, what was with girls and hair tugging? I turned around and she slapped me. Oh she so did not go there. I made a fist and that fist made contact with her face. She stumbled backwards and I started to walk away. She wanted to pick a fight with me, I knew she did. She tackled me and tried punching me. I used all my strength to roll around. I was now on top of her. I sat on top of her with all my weight and started to punch her in the face, I was feeling like my normal bitchy self again. She tried pulling on my hair, but I continued to punch her. Just as I was going to raise my fist someone grabbed me.
GOODBYE, GOODBYE, BABY
gujo gujo gujo gujo (OH) hengbog hejwo
(NO) nar chajimargo (NO NO)
GOODBYE, GOODBYE, BABY
At the very end of Big Bang's Goodbye Baby the police arrived and pulled me off of the girl. "Miss I'm going to need you to come with us, along with her."
For the first time in a long time someone called the police on us. The police sirens could still be heard outside. Many people had managed to get away, me not being one of them. I was too busy beating the living shit out of that random girl to even realize that people were leaving.
11:30 PM
"This is her second strike since the last time she went to jail. You can't just bail out her out anymore. If anything we'll have to keep her here."
"Yes, yes I understand. I promise you she won't be here again," that voice was my dads. He walked out of the room he was in with the police officer. He grabbed my arm and said, "What am I going to do with you?"
I shrugged. I didn't really care. He shook his head at me and pushed me into the truck and drove me home. The minute we got to our ugly, disgusting house I headed upstairs, ignoring my dad. At least my so called dad, he hardly acted like a dad. I took a nice long hot shower and sat down on my bed, ignoring everything and thinking. I was going to have to be more careful now, I had two strikes and I couldn't afford the third. I knew that my dad was getting fed up with bailing me out. Speaking of the devil, my dad walked in with a bottle of vodka.
"You're going to Japan. Pack your bags you leave tomorrow."
My mouth dropped open. I expected a lecture and a warning, but not this. What the hell did I get myself into?
Next Day 9:00 AM
So here I am, at an airport with all my bags. My dad just dropped me off and sped off. Probably going to a bar and getting nailed, how supportive he was. Oh wait I forgot, it was my dad, he told me I was going to live with the Yamanakas. I haven't even seen them in like forever, the last time I saw them was right before we left for Korea 10 years ago. Apparently my mom used to be a great friend of theirs, and they have a daughter my age. Joy.
Feeling like shit I ignored everyone and everything and got onto the airplane. I was placed next to this old lady, I ignored her. At least she wasn't one of those talkers. I hated those old people. I had out my I Pod that some guy bought me the day after I slept with him. He also got me a laptop, he was such a sucker. I opened the I Pod and pressed shuffle. The first song hit my ears.
I'm so hot
na neomu yepeoyo
I'm so fine
na neomu maeryeokeesseo
I'm so cool
na neomu motjyeo
I'm so so so hot hot
Everybody is watching me
cause I'm HOT
everybody is wanting me
cause I'm HOT
eonjehna eodiseona nal ddaradanineun ee seupoteuraeeteu
eodil gana jjeuchaoji shikdang gilgori kkapeheui laeeteu
dodicheh eolmana nal deuleoya eenomeui eengineun sugeureodeulji, won
shekshihan nae nuneun Go So Young
ahreumdaeun nae daraneun jom Ha Ji Won
eojjeomyeon joha
modu nareul johahaneun geot katah
Oh, no please leave me alone
other boys be loving me
girls be hating me
they will never stop
Cuz they know, I'm so HOT
Wonder Girl's So Hot Blasted on my I Pod. How that song so fitted me, well at least that's what I thought. Slowly I dozed off into sleep land.
2:00 PM
I finally got off that blasted airplane after we made a few stops. Finally I got away from that old grandma! I stretched my arms and groaned. I was currently wearing a pair of lime green cheer shorts and a white tank top. My pink hair was up in a messy high ponytail, exposing the tattoo I had on my shoulder.
Currently, I had 4 tattoos showing, I had the one on my shoulder that had the American words 'Fuck Off.' I was fluent in Japanese, Korean, and English. So I basically had all three languages on my body. I had a tattoo on my wrist; it had 12 stars in the form of a shooting star, it was pink and blue. My whole friend group had that tattoo. Well all the guys that is. Right next to it was the Korean characters for fighting. The last tattoo I had showing was the one next to my ankle, it was a sakura. I just had to get it. If I lifted her shirt a couple more tattoos would be showing. I have a tattoo on my right hip, it was a black-white-brown-blue butterfly. On my other hip I have the Japanese kanji character for Sakura. Also on my lower back, just above my butt, I had 18 tattoos. I had eighteen hearts, right next to each other. It was my symbol.
Those hearts symbolizes 18 broken hearts. Not mine of course, but of those 18 boy toys. Every time I have a boy toy I normally sleep with them, take them on a date, date them for a week, and break up with them, most of the time I cheat on them too. That was just who I was. I was a player, a heartbreaker, and I enjoyed it. I had many tattoos and a belly button piercing. I never paid for any of it. Normally my boy toys did. And my boy toy tattoos? The guy at the parlor, Jae Jin, did those for free. He was entertained by me and my boy toys.
All of a sudden I felt someone tap my shoulder while I was in my train of thought. I whirled around like my life depended on it. There stood a blonde girl, that looked my age. Her hair was up in a high ponytail and her bang was covering her right eye. Her eyes were a nice shade of blue. She was wearing a pair of black short shorts and a purple tight fitting tank top.
"Hey, I'm Ino. Remember me? My mom told me to come pick you up," I nodded at her as she continued, "Gosh you look the same as the last time I saw you." She was looking at my tattoos, after she was done analyzing my body she gave me a smile and grabbed my bags. I didn't let go of them. She could be a robber for all I know. I squinted at her, and studied her more carefully. Come to think of it, she does look super familiar. Ino, hmm. Ino as in the Ino that used to be my best friend in elementary school? The one that totally blew me off the week I left for Korea? What a small world.
"Come on Sakura, we're going to be latee!" she said happily as she grabbed my arm and dragged me off towards her car. When the hell did she become this happy? Oh wait, come to think of it she always was this bubbly. She dragged me to the parking lot and stopped right in front of a nice red Mazda RX8. Her family must be pretty rich, to be able to take me in and give her that car. She threw my things in the backseat of the car and jumped into the driver seat. I just stood outside like an idiot and stared at the car. No one in my crew owned a car, heck I didn't even know anyone who owned such a nice car. "Get in!" she yelled at me through the closed window. How I could hear her, I did not know. Ino always did have a loud voice, and a loud mouth to match it. I climbed into the car, extra careful. She drove off, like a mad woman too. She drove fast but I didn't really mind, I enjoyed thrill and an adrenaline rush.
After about a half an hour of driving and her babbling on and on we arrived at a house. The house was about 50 times better than the house I used to live in with my dad. It looked like a fucking mansion, but smaller. It had stairs that led to the door; there were 5 window panels that are placed in a semi-circle right next to the door. The house was obviously two stories high, it looked like it had 4 bedrooms upstairs. It was an amazing house; if I was rich I'd totally buy it from them.
Ino parked on the driveway and hopped out of the house. She took my stuff from the backseat and headed towards the door. I slowly got out of the car and followed her up the stairs. She opened the door and shoved me inside. "Ouch!" I cried tripping on the doormat.
"Sorry," she cried out, helping me up.
"Oh, you guys are home. Welcome to your new home for a while," said a woman, around the age of 35-40. She had blonde hair as well. Well at least now I know where Ino got her looks from.
"Hi oba-san," I said smiling at her. I might as well be nice while I'm here.
"It's been a while Sakura, but you look just as pretty as you used to be," she said. "This is my husband."
I looked over towards the man that stood next to Ino. He also had blonde hair and was pretty tall. "Hi oji-san."
He gave me a small smile, "Ino, why don't you show her to her room."
"Sure! Come on Sakura let's go," Ino said, grabbing onto my hand.
"Where are we going?" I asked as Ino led me up the stairs and turned right into a hallway, there were three doors. One looked like a bathroom, while the other two looked like bedrooms. She opened the first door that happened to be on the right hand side. "This is the bathroom, the room next to that is my room," she opened the door at the very end, "and this is your room!"
I stared at it in awe. It was all pink, my favorite color. Ino smiled, "Nice room huh?" all I could do was nod, "we had it remodeled for you."
"Thanks."
She smiled, "Mhmm, my room's right next door if you need anything. Want to see it?" Before I could even answer she grabbed my hand and dragged me into her room. But before I could even fully take in all the purpleness she dragged me out. She took me across the floor and into another room. "This is our guest room," she dragged me out and pointed to the closed door next to the guest room, "that's my parent's room."
She then proceeded to drag me downstairs and showed me the downstairs. "Now for the end of this grand tour, here's our amazing backyard!"
And sure enough it was amazing, just like the rest of the house. Ino grinned at me and dragged me back into the house. "Want something to eat?"
"Sure," I said looking into the sleek black and white kitchen. Ino opened the fridge and took out two boxes. She opened both of them to reveal a chicken caesar salad and a salmon caesar salad. I took the chicken caesar salad and started to eat. "Good choice," Ino said taking the salmon one, "salmon's my favorite."
DIIIIINNNNGGGG DOOOONNNNNGGGG!
Ino jumped up off her chair and opened the door. I stayed in the kitchen and continued eating my salad. I could hear Ino talking though.
"Sweet! You guys came! Come on, Sakura's here I'll introduce you guys," I heard Ino say. Great, who was she going to introduce to me? She skipped in with 3 other people. One was blonde, the other a brunette, and the last had a dark shade of blue hair. I looked at them, and they stared back. I must've looked like a freak to them. They were all dressed up, while I was still in my cheer shorts and tank top.
"Everyone, this is Sakura. Sakura this is Tenten, Temari, and Hinata!" Ino said looking excited. I just gave them a blank expression.
"Hi," I said before stuffing another chicken into my mouth.
"Hey," said Temari, the blonde. I looked at what she was wearing; she had on a black miniskirt and a v-neck lavender shirt.
"What's up?" Tenten said sitting down in the chair across from me. She had on a pair of khaki shorts and a pink Chinese top.
"Hello Sakura-san," said Hinata fidgeting with her white sundress.
"Mhmm," I said as I shoved a tomato into my mouth. I had no idea what to say to them. I wasn't very experienced in being friends with girls. Like I said, I mainly hung out with guys.
"I like you tattoo," Temari said.
"Which one?" Tenten asked looking at the ones I had on my wrist.
"The one on her shoulder," Temari said, standing behind me.
"You know English?" I asked.
"Yeah, my brother took a lesson to learn English and dragged me with him."
Hinata giggled, "Did you at least have fun Temari-chan?"
"Yeah, if you consider it fun sitting next to Kankurou. He kept raising his hand and asking the teacher for a pick up line. Actually I only knew the words 'Fuck off' because this guy in front of Kankurou said it," Temari said.
Ino laughed, "That's just Kankurou, and of course he's trying to figure out a way to get to the ladies. He should bring Kiba with him next time."
Obviously not knowing who the hell they were talking about I stayed silent. I figured I might as well talk to myself, "I wish I was still in Korea, getting drunk, having sex, getting my 19th boy toy tattoo."
Everyone stopped what they were talking about and turned towards me. "What?" I snapped, annoyed at being in Japan. I was pretty cranky because I should be sleeping right now.
"Was that Korean?" Hinata asked me politely.
"Yeah, I just moved here from Korea," I said, pushing the box of salad away from me.
"I picked up some Korean when I went there to visit. Did you say sex, drunk, boy toy, and tattoo?" Tenten asked.
Ironically enough those words described my everyday life in Korea, "Yeah."
Ino jumped towards me, "Oh, oh! What did you say?"
I looked her straight in the eyes, "None of your business. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to sleep."
"But it's only 4:00 in the afternoon!" Ino protested.
"Jet lag Ino-chan. You should let Sakura sleep," Hinata said. Hinata, you are my new best friend.
"Yeah, listen to Hinata," I said to Ino, "Nice to meet you guys." I walked up the stairs and into my room. I could faintly hear Ino talking to the girls. I looked at myself in the mirror. Maybe I should change my ways. Change never hurts right? I reached up towards my hair and let it out of the messy bun. I walked over towards the pink bed and slid into the covers, falling fast asleep. Maybe this is what I need, a change.
Ino
"So did you hear?" I asked.
"Hear about what?" Temari asked looking at me. I was known for being the gossip queen, but I didn't mind. Gossip was my thing.
"Sasuke's out again. He's looking for another to play," I said.
"Again?" Tenten asked me.
I nodded my head. Sasuke was one of the biggest players ever at Konoha High. He enjoyed playing the game of heartbreak. He would go out with a girl for a month, tell her that he loved her, sleep with her, and break up with her. It was the same story every time. He was extremely good looking too, he had eyes that were cold and yet you could melt every time he looked at you. He was popular, him and his group. His group consisted of Neji, Naruto, Gaara, and Shikamaru. Gaara was mine; we're secretly dating but still playing the game in front of people at school. What game am I talking of? The game of love and heartbreak is what everyone played around here. You just got to get good at it and dominate to survive. No one dared to break our hearts. Sasuke's crew, and mine that is. We were the heartbreakers not the heartbreakees. That's just the way life was here.
Welcome to the game.
Hope you enjoyed this story, I kinda got stuck on Mafia Games so I thought I'd start this one. For the ages, everyone's a senior in this story. Please review! I take advice, criticism, and advice too. By the way, I have a bunch of pictures for this story. I have pictures for most of Sakura's tattoos, and of Ino's car and house, and the rooms. I also have some links to the songs I included in this chapter. I know some of my grammar may be off, but I'm still looking for a beta. If you want to beta for me please send a review or e-mail me at Anyways, enjoy and please review!