A Twisted Fairy Tale
Chapter 1
No Good Deed goes unpunished; No one mourns the Wicked…
Wicked –The Musical
She couldn't remember the last time she actually had to get up so early; she hated it. But there she stood in nothing more than cotton blue pajamas, holding an overflowing bag of garbage. The cool wind blew as she made her way 'round the house, stretching the arm holding the horrid smelling plastic from her petite body.
Honestly, how can two teenage girls, an old shrew, and her incredibly lazy husband possibly go through this much garbage? Her head twitched a bit as she flipped her rosette locks over her bare shoulder. They may just do it on purpose, just for laughs, so that their screeches had to wake her from her peaceful sleep because the 'can' was full, as her 'best-friend' had called it. Ino Yamanaka always had an awkward way of putting things. She was not at all eloquent with her words in any sense. Maybe that's why the rosette haired girl always found herself sitting at the front of a computer screen typing away as Ino talked her ear off about nothing in particular. Usually every other word was, "Sasuke…" or "Did you see Sasuke's…"
Yeah. The only reason why she tolerated the girl's presence is because she truly is a good friend, someone good to have around in difficult times. Sakura Haruno only sat and typed those ridiculous reports, dumbing them down, is because Ino pouted. Yes, Ino had a very handsome pout, which would make anyone bend to her will. Sakura often fell for it, as did Ino's father, who often just sighed and gave the blond whatever her little heart's desire.
Bare feet padded across the brick patio, as the girl made to pick up the lid of the trashcan, nose scrunching when the putrid smell of day old trash greeted her unnaturally sensitive nose.
"Ugh," She groaned, tossing in the black bag, snapping the lid shut. Sakura slowly wiped her hands on her pale blue top, turning on her heal to return to her room.
The house was rather large. Ino's father was a doctor and her mother owned a flower shop that was handed down through generations of the woman's family. The small business did quite well and Mr. Yamanaka was head surgeon, so it was only natural their house was spacious. The rosette couldn't help to admire the open feel of the beautifully decorated house. She loved the television in particular. On rainy nights, when she found herself lucky enough to have the house to herself, Sakura laid curled on the couch, watching mushy old soap operas while sneaking some of the Shrew's, Ino's oh-so gracious mother, rocky road ice cream. Ino often called the pink haired girl somewhat of a couch potato because of the girl's lazy tendencies when she was at home.
Sakura didn't think she was all that lazy. It seemed as payment for her staying at the Yamanaka's, she often found herself doing menial chores at the request of the Shrew, but Sakura really didn't mind. The girl liked to keep herself busy with anything to keep her mind from wandering to far off spot. True, most people in Sakura's situation liked to keep more to them selves, thinking in their despair, not doing anything but mourning, but she knew better. Her parents would want her to be always as she was, content and as vivacious as always. Sure, she had lost the spring in her step, her jade orbs seemed a bit duller, and she may have kept herself too busy to even think, but Sakura was resilient; she could handle it.
Naruto said things would only get better with time, and he of all people should know. The golden haired boy had been born as an orphan, something not really heard of these days, but it happened. He was completely blissful with his foster parent. Though, he didn't know his parents to miss them, the boy was often torn over how to feel about their deaths. Jiraiya, his surrogate father, who was a bit… dirty, often talked of Minato in a fond way, which made Naruto admire someone who was missing from his life.
Sakura found herself in her room, looking at the old picture of her and Naruto in middle school. They were celebrating the completion of the most annoying time in their lives, the time when any young preteen found them selves beginning to transform in their adult selves with deeper voices and hair in places where it shouldn't have been. The first time Sakura had found herself blossoming… she cried out to Naruto, who just offered her his orange jacket, saying nothing about the spot on the back of her jeans. She was grateful for his friendship, so she couldn't help to smile whenever she saw the always over hyper and annoying Naruto.
"Oi, Forehead!" Ino shouted from the bathroom that separated the two girl's rooms. Sakura grimaced at the detested nickname that Ino had dubbed her with when they met in kindergarten. The rosette haired girl resented her rather large forehead, often finding herself almost envious of Ino's always good looks and great fashion sense. The kids often picked at the poor girl, but Ino had told her how to wear her hair just so. The blond taught her the proper way to dress. And in middle school, Ino and Sakura were inseparable. That is, until Sasuke Uchiha came into the picture. It was funny how a boy could drive even the best of friends apart. Both girls never talked for their whole seventh grade year. Instead, they gained a bitter rivalry…that dissolved their freshmen year when they found themselves stuck in the awfully scary environment of high school.
"What?" Sakura snapped. The white door snapped open to reveal a very gorgeous Ino, in a pair of incredibly low jeans that were ripped in the latest style and a pale yellow top the was only a shade darker than her platinum locks, which hung from her head in a glossy sheen.
"Cummon. We got to get ready. Today is the first day of senior year and Shika is going to be here in like…" She paused, looking at the clock on the rosette's nightstand, "Ten minutes…" Again she paused, looking Sakura up and down, "And you're not ready!"
"I will be," she mumbled, pushing on the door a bit more than just gently. Ino stubbornly let go of the door to allow the girl to dress. Ten minutes was usually just enough time for Sakura to get dressed. Her teeth were already brushed, short, pink hair combed. So all she needed was clothes. Her closet door was opened to reveal her mostly modest wardrobe. Sakura never found it in her to dress as Ino anymore. She had developed her own style, usually, donning just a simple t-shirt, jeans, and ever present red Converse that were ratty. That just gave them character though. A car horn sounded outside. Shuffling could be heard, Ino bounding down the stairs in haste yelling," Sakura!"
"Yeah! Coming!" Sakura yelled back, annoyed while finishing lacing her shoe, grabbing her pack full of fresh, new notebooks and sharpened pencils. The rosette bounded down the stairs and out the front door to Shikamaru Naru's brand new silver convertible. Ino claimed the front seat, already buckling herself in. Sakura would much rather just to walk the few blocks to school, it would keep her in shape. Honestly, she didn't see the need for the overly done ride, but Ino insisted because she didn't want to 'ruin her new shoes'.
"Nice car," Sakura rumbled as she climbed in the back, buckling herself in as well. Ino squealed excitably.
"Yeah, it's even better in person! " She gushed, looking over at the ever lazy Shikamaru who just smirked.
"Mustang," He mumbled coolly, hammering his foot on the gas pedal, making Sakura's head jerk and Ino to shriek in delight.
In less than five minutes, Sakura found herself walking through the doors of her old school, leaving behind the flirtatious Ino and ever lazy Shikamaru. Unfamiliar faces of petrified freshmen and greetings of various upperclassmen surrounded her as she entered into the Commons area, where most people were eating breakfast.
It would take a bit for her to get back into the routine of high school. The summer at the Yamanaka's had been pleasurable enough for Sakura to just sit back and unwind, while she often bathed in the sun with Ino jabbering away in her ear. Often times she found herself drug along to pool parties and bowling matches, which Sakura and Naruto always won, with the ever exuberant Ino. The girl had completely fallen out of 'school-mode' this past summer.
That is until she found that she had AP work two weeks ago tucked away in her old desk she'd been organizing. She spent those couple of weeks shut up in her room, rushing to get her summer assignments done in time for the first day back to the dreaded school. Much to Ino's and the Shrew's protests and often annoying knocks on her doors, she managed to get all one hundred government questions done and three books for literature, along with three essays for each, finished.
During those late nights, Sakura wondered what made her think she could handle all those difficult classes she had signed up for. Then, that ever persistent and utterly painful memory would nag at her, so she would suck it up and do her work like a good girl. She was very studious most of the time, but maybe the effects of senioritis, or maybe something more, were finally sneaking up on her. Realizing she would need to pull her act together quick, Sakura sighed, kicking at the ground. Oh, well. At least all of the work was finished. It may not have been her best…but…
Still, she was disappointed for letting her good study habits slip.
"Sakura!" Her pink head flew up to look around where the voice was coming from. There in the middle of the commons was Naruto in an orange and black jack with spiky, golden locks on top his head, waving at her eagerly.
"Naruto!" Sakura replied, happily prancing over to where he stood with the pale, long-haired Neji Hyuga and the ….chubby Choji Akimichi, who was probably one of the first students to help himself to one of the school's many vending machines.
Naruto pulled Sakura in a quick hug, a toothy grin plastering his face as they pulled away. Sakura returned the gesture with a pat on his shoulder and a cheeky smile. She was really excited to see the annoying blond somewhere outside of the bowling alley.
"Heya, Sakura," mumbled Choji with a mouth full of food.
"Hey, Choji. How was your summer?" Sakura asked politely. She and Choji never really saw each other much outside of school, but he was still a person Sakura liked to have the occasional chat with.
"Ah, it was the best," He grinned, goofily, popping a finger in his mouth, "My mom was actually home… and on the Fourth of… …July…she cooked…Oh…man. The best!"
Sakura chuckled a bit. The Akimichi family certainly did have a knack for the fine art of cooking. Once the two had been pairsed up for a science project, and when Sakura entered the house, she smelled the tantalizing aroma of beef…It made her mouth water. Sakura had this thing for meat… like her father did. No wonder Choji was so, buff?.... No, chubby, but she would never tell him that. Ino warned Sakura to never remind Choji of his girth; it was kind of a soft spot for him.
"What about you Neji?" Sakura inclined her head to the ominous Neji. His taut arms crossed over his chest and he raised an eyebrow.
"Good," was his reply.
"Ne, Sakura! Cummon. Let's go get our schedules!" Naruto tugged on her arm a bit, like a child would do their mother when they wanted a quarter. Sakura rolled her eyes a bit, giving a small wave before letting Naruto drag her away to where the four counselors sat with white pieces of paper set before them on a rather large table. The two seniors fought their way through the confused freshmen, and before long they escaped the crowded mess with their schedules in tact.
"Swap me?" Naruto asked holding out his already crumpled paper. Sakura did so wordlessly, quickly scanning the black ink for any classes they had together.
"Che, Sakura. All your classes are honors or AP!" he whined.
"Nope, look again Naruto," Sakura smiled, pointing to the third block on her paper, "We have Computers together this semester, and next semester we have Art together."
"Great!" Naruto cheered. They swapped back their schedules, Sakura neatly putting hers in the agenda booklet that she had received, Naruto crumpling his into his pocket. The bell to homeroom then tolled, signaling it was time for the two to part ways.
"Well see you in third!" Naruto, called over his shoulder. Sakura nodded with a smile, hugging her agenda to her chest, wondering what classes Ino had. She hoped they weren't with her…
-
When she walked in the room it was full of chattering seniors, who were excited to see each other. At first glance, Sakura didn't see Ino. At this, she let out a breath she did not realize she was even holding. She spilled her notebook and pencils on a desk nearby a brunette girl, who was chattering away to a boy, who probably didn't one way or another, care for whatever came out of her mouth, much like Ino usually did to Sasuke. The rosette scowled. Were all 'normal' girls like this?... Boy-hungry? If so, Sakura didn't want anything to do with it. Sure, before she often found the opposite sex, mainly a certain Uchiha, very appealing, but that was in middle school, just a silly crush that really meant nothing. It only occurred to her that she 'loved' the often brooding Uchiha Sasuke only because Ino had declared to her that she liked him. A bitter rivalry of growing hair, wearing pretty clothes, and too much make-up ensued because of it. When Sakura was introduced to high school, she realized that she didn't really like the ebony haired boy, thus letting Ino have him all for herself.
She cut her hair and changed the way she dressed just to make her point. Ino was all the more happy, declaring herself the winner, going to flirt with the said boy mercilessly.
Sasuke never gave her the time of day.
She and Ino still did have a rivalry, and it was all academic, something Sakura was sure fire to win. She snickered when she found Ino nowhere to be found. That meant she chickened out of AP. That means…
"Oh, Sasuke I didn't know you were in here!" gushed a mock-surprised voice. Sakura narrowed her eyes, turning her head slowly to where the screechy voice came from. There stood Ino Yamanaka twirling her hair with a dainty finger, biting her lip, eyes beaming with untold delight. 'Really, grow up!' Sakura thought, inwardly moaning when Ino spoke again. 'You're just going to make a fool of yourself!' Sakura sneered in her head.
No reply came from the pale boy in the navy shirt.
"How was your summer?" Ino asked in a sultry voice, well, somewhat sultry. To Sakura, it sounded more like a cat dying for air.
"…"
"Mine was great," Ino paused, biting her lip before continuing, "I just got this wonderful tan and stuff."
Sakura wanted to bang her head against her desk, 'Shut-it, Pig. He doesn't care.' Sasuke just sat there, unmoving towards the blond girl's advances, head resting lazily on interlaced fingers, eyes long gone from the world. He was lost in his own thoughts.
"And I beat Sakura at bowling and stuff, "Ino said smugly, cyan eyes glancing over to Sakura. Jade eyes narrowed with anger, 'Did not! Stupid Pig!'
So one can see two girls had a hate love relationship. Sakura hated Ino and Ino hated Sakura. Sakura loved Ino only a tiny bit and Ino loved Sakura only when she needed someone to talk to about something troubling, which for her would either be homework or …Sasuke. The said boy finally jumped from his thoughts, glaring at Ino, slowly moving his head away from his interlaced fingers.
"Hn," Ino reared, ready for his first words to her, "You're annoying." Sasuke said coolly. Every other girl in the room sniggered. Sakura just held in a laugh, making her face turn an awful shade of red.
Suddenly, the tardy bell rang, and on cue the all of the students sit in their seats, patiently waiting for their new homeroom teacher to finally make his entrance. The dejected Ino found a seat beside of Shikamaru, who sat adjacent to Sasuke. She put her head to her desk in defeat. 'Should've gotten the clue back in the seventh grade, Ino,' thought Sakura smugly, who turned her head to the white-board, waiting patiently, like everyone else, for their new teacher.
Five minutes passed, and Sakura found herself drumming her fingers on her desk.
Ten minutes passed and the rosette found herself dosing.
Thirty minutes passed, and Sakura found herself being nudged awake.
-
Hatake Kakashi made his way down the new halls of his new work place. Various students eyed him curiously, which was to be expected. He wore a mask over his beautiful face for crying out loud. Girls seemed attracted to him like a magnet, and the silver haired teacher just tried to avoid their longing gazes. Often, he wondered why he ever agreed to this.
He got laid off… He needed money…He had an old teaching degree he never used…
Oh, that's right. The tall man sighed stuffing his large hands into his pockets taking on his trademark slouch as he walked. It was a habit he got from when he was a teenager, who grew too fast, slumping over to make himself seem less awkward.
"Hatake Kakashi?" inquired a female voice from behind him. A dainty brunette in brown toned clothing greeted his lazy stare.
"Yo," He answered with an eye crease. The short women smiled softly, handing him a piece of paper.
"These are your class rosters. Good luck and try not to make a habit of being late. You only have ten minutes left of homeroom," She paused, "Can I ask where you were off too?"
"I got lost," was his lame excuse.
"Right…" Shizune said rolling her eyes, "Alright, have fun, Mr. Hatake."
She smiled when he nodded, offering her a small thanks. Shizune, the school secretary, made her way back to the main office. 'I'm never going to get used to being called that,' Kakashi thought, rubbing the back of his head; he finally made it to his classroom.
'Well here it goes…' he took a long step through the door, shocked at what he saw. Every student was quietly talking in their seats or reading, some of them the same book. Perhaps it was unfinished summer reading. A few others were scribbling answers from a thick book quickly on paper. They were already behind. These must be the Advanced Placement seniors. No other kid would be caught dead doing work on the first day of school. His eyes lazily scanned the room, as he took a slow stride to his desk, glancing at the paper in his hand. 'These maybe the laziest Advanced Placement students I've ever seen…' he thought.
His eyes scanned over the first name.
"Josh Blake?" Kakashi lazily said.
"Here," A boy in the front row quickly said, annoyed to be bothered while he was at work on his government questions. Kakashi sighed, continuing on down the list. As he reached H's, his coal eyes finally rested on the name of Haruno Sakura. 'Interesting name…' he thought.
"Haruno…" No answer. There was only one Haruno in this class roster so…
"Sakura Haruno?" He inquired, walking to the front of the room.
"…" A blond in the back raised her petite hand tentatively.
"Ah, there you are," Kakashi droned, eyeing the rather shapely platinum blond, who blushed a pretty pink.
"No," Ino stated matter-of-factly, a bit offended to have been mistaken for her friend. Kakashi raised a brow. "The girl with the pink hair," Ino pointed, "The one asleep."
Coal eyes rested on a petite girl with bubble gum hair softly snoring at her desk. 'Hmm…I got a very, very lazy one do I? I rather dislike lazy students…'
-
"Hmm?" She cooed.
"Miss Haruno?" A lazy voice drawled.
"Yeah?" She questioned in as just as lazy a voice.
"So you ARE here," the lazy voice reached her ears, herself finding it was too velvety smooth to be a student's voice, she quite liked it actually, the voice and the warm presence beside her. "Try not to nod off in my homeroom again, Miss Haruno."
"Well, at least I wasn't late," She snapped back, really not realizing herself what a hole she was digging herself into.
"Yes, well," His voice droned on as he called out the rest of the names. From the corner of her eye she could see Ino tapping her foot anxiously on the ground, something she only did when she was concentrating hard on something, a very rare thing. Sakura noticed every other girl in the classroom had their backs perked up straight, their eyes intent on following the teacher.
Then her eyes trailed to the tall man, who came to the front of the room. His hair was white or maybe silver? Sakura did not know. All she knew was that she'd never seen such a teacher in her life. He seemed bizarre with a mask over his face. Did he think they were a biohazard or something?
Sakura didn't know why all the other girls were fawning over him. She didn't see anything special about him. To her he was just another annoying teacher.
-
The bell rang five minutes later. Sakura had learned that his name was Hatake Kakashi and that he did not like anything in particular. He was utterly annoying. What with that lame mask, and the weird shade of hair…? He looked no older than twenty, but with that hair he had to be fifty-something. There was no way a twenty-something, even thirty-something could not have that immediate effect change in hair color. It looked so thick and healthy, as well. 'Confusing…But I'm one to talk. I mean, my hair is PINK!' She thought with a frustrated sigh, cradling her notebooks in her left arm.
Often times when people saw her unnaturally natural hair, they immediately name her 'Rebel'. She was the girl who opposed the rules. The hair was her way of acting out or something, but none of it was true. Perhaps it was these thoughts that got stick in Ino's mother's mind and made her dislike Sakura so much… Not that Sakura was very fond of the wicked woman herself…
Sakura's pink locks were very natural. She got the question often of why she did not dye her hair a more natural light red. Sakura would always respond with, "It doesn't suit me. I like my hair."
Dread kicked itself into the pit of Sakura's stomach when Mr. Hatake spoke to her from his perch at his desk just before she had one foot out the classroom door.
"Miss Haruno, Can I have a second?" he inquired. 'Yeah, sure, weirdo…' she thought, turning on her heal.
"Yes, sir," she murmured.
"I don't want to see you sleeping in my class again. I just can't tolerate it," He explained, arching a brow when Sakura slightly rolled her eyes, "Nor do I appreciate foul moods. Am I clear?"
The rosette was in no mood for a lecture.
"It won't happen again," she replied. Kakashi nodded, waving her to be dismissed.
"Good," he mumbled to her back. 'What a strange girl. She seems like quite the handful,' he thought after she had disappeared from the room. He leaned back in his chair, slipping a book from a drawer in the metal desk, which was a carefully disguised 'pillow' book.
This idea had been rattling around in my head for quite a while now...so I wrote it. As for Jaded an update should be out by the end of the week. School takes up a lot of my time here anymore. So I hope you guys like my attmept at a twisted version of Cinderella. Things will certainly pick up. So review. Hope you enjoyed. Thanks! Bye. XD
