SUMMARY: For as long as anybody could remember--parents and childhood friends included--the ice cold playboy Sasuke Uchiha had always despised, which is putting it lightly, the silent goth Haruno Sakura. No one know how it started but it had been going on long enough to clarify to everybody that the chances of them ever getting together were futile…but of course, that was before Sasuke found out something that Sakura had been trying to hide, something that she would never had wanted anyone to know--especially the guy who she hated even more than anyone else in the world…and then again, you never know what'll happen when that secret of yours is extremely appealing.
Disclaimer: I don't own NARUTO…………and that's that period.
NOTE: Yo! Sorry again for the VERY late update and for going too emotional with you guys again and this is an edited version of my fic so enjoy it! Oh, and crimsonseeker-san (I 4got ur changed name XD) I owe it all to you! And lastly, I would like to thank the people who supported in making this fic. 3
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CHAPTER ONE: SUMMER
'Summer! Why does this year's have to be so boring? I could go and actually do something other than being dragged from one mall to another…but if I'll go I'll risk being caught. But taking off my black wig and red contacts and exposing my natural colors will lower those damn chances...and I wouldn't need to answer all the questions I know I'll be bombarded with if I'm seen…' A girl with black hair said to herself, trying to make an important decision—to go or not to go.
'If it'll make my summer more interesting then fine, I'll go…I just hope to the gods that I won't be recognized by anyone…' She thought, imagining the thousands of situations she could be in if anyone did and then shuddering at the images.
On the way to her destination, she found a secluded place where she took off her wig and contacts, making her shiver involuntarily at the breeze that hit her real hair.
As she went downtown, the people, who were either walking down the sidewalk or doing some sort of business there, were staring at her because of her short pink hair and jade green eyes, which she knew—to them—were either rare or abnormal; more likely the latter.
"Damn it, do they have to stare? Don't they have anything better to do with their pathetic lives?" Sakura mumbled, irritated.
At another street nearby—which was where three girls were; all of which having a large role in Sakura's life and all of which had no idea what their best friend was doing.
'Wait, why do I have a feeling that I know that girl?' A brunette asked herself, spotting a girl with unusual pink hair not too far away.
"Hey Ten-ten, are you just going to stare at nothing all day? YOU KNOW WE STILL HAVE SHOPPING TO DO!" Ino Yamanka yelled at the brown-haired girl who was obviously spacing out—on a shopping day, no less.
"Um…Ten-ten, I think Ino is right" Hinata Hyuuga stuttered shyly.
Hinata had bluish gray hair that was humble compared to Ino's blonde hair that usually caught the eye of most people—not that the hair color was uncommon, it was just the way that she carried herself, unlike the rest of her friends, she was more…open.
"Thanks Hinata, so can we go now?" Ino cried out, already a few meters away from the two other girls.
"Uh…sure" Ten-ten replied, uneasily.
Sakura—who was oblivious to the conversation that had went on with her three closest friends—went inside 'MISS MTZI'S DANCING SCHOOL' and signed up as a single dancer at the front.
"Welcome back, Ms. Haruno" A woman named Anko greeted, seeing the girl once again.
"Hn." said Sakura dejectedly.
"Alright, classes start today. Oh, and don't forget, you have classes every Monday, Wednesday and Saturday, okay?" Anko said happily; glad to be able to meet one of the best dancers ever to step inside the school once more.
"Yeah, thanks Anko." Sakura replied, nodding in appreciation.
Sakura went to the dance studio and looked at her teacher in a confused manner; the room was full of what seemed to be beginners and she had a sinking feeling in her stomach that made her want to go out of the room.
"Okay class, I am Miss Mitzi and during these classes, I be will teach you the basics of ballroom dancing." She said, introducing herself to her class and then she looked at Sakura who was slowly nearing the door.
"Miss Haruno, I am sorry to tell you that your advance class will start tomorrow morning…but since you're here, would you mind showing our newcomers here the basics of the dance?" The woman asked with a hopeful tone.
Sakura, seeing that there was no escape, sighed and nodded her head, knowing that she would regret her doing so.
"Thank you, Sakura! Did you know class that Sakura here has been dancing this sport for the past twelve years now and she's only sixteen years old?" Miss Mitzi said with a smile.
The rest of the class was dumbstruck, hearing what they just heard—it was as quiet as a wake inside the dance studio.
"Oh, Sakura, I'll talk to you after this, okay?" The woman asked sweetly.
"Yes ma'am." Sakura said sullenly, silently wishing that she could have just endured the dullness of her summer.
"Okay, now that that's taken care of, Sakura come here and we'll start the class." Miss Mitzi stated with a hint of austerity.
'Why do I have to do this?' Sakura said to herself, complaining the whole walk to the front of the room.
But seeing as she had no other choice since she was the one who wanted to take the classes again, she merely sighed and then berated herself to make sure that she would get even with the woman.