Symphony of Life

Summary: My name is Sakura Haruno. I'm seventeen years old in my junior year of highschool. So far in life I've had a total of zero boyfriends and one half a guy friend. That would be Naruto. Boy's are just. . .So immature. All they think about is their next 'screw'. My best-friend, Ino, dragged me to Naruto's late night party, against my will mind you, and thats when I first met him. I knew the second I saw him this wouldn't be the end. Not by a long shot. But, I had no idea what was instore for me later on. I don't regret any of it. Every akaward situation and every argument with my parents and every evil glare was one hundred percent worth it. 'Cause guess what. Sasuke Uchiha. . .is mine, and this is how I got him.

Rating: T-M; not sure if it may go up.

Pairing: Sasuke Uchiha and Sakura Haruno

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Full credit goes to Kishimoto-sama! I do however own this story, Symphony of life, and any origional character I place with in it. The idea is mine. No stealing.

Chapter 1

"Sometimes?" I asked, spinning on my heels to glare at the top of my best friends head. "Sometimes?"

The blond backed up a couple paces. Her hands up at shoulder height, palms open trying to keep my flaming temper at bay.

"Oh, Sakura chan, you know I didn't mean it like that. . .it's just. . .," Ino trailed off watching as I turned back to my locker and slammed it shut. The loud 'snap-clash' echoed threw the empty hall ways. Five thirty at night and we were just now leaving. I'd wanted to stay after to practice a little longer in the pool and Ino had staid with me. As long as we left the school by six p.m. we wouldn't be in trouble.

"I don't want to hear it." Ino was my best friend ever since we were in grade school. Though I'm popular with the guys now-

Cat calls and whistles echoed threw the hall as I walked down the tenth grade hall. "Hey there Hot-uno!" One of the boy's yelled waving an arm at me with a lecherous grin. I scowled, names like that. . from guys like. . .That? Only interested in who there next screw was; not the guys I liked.

I walked down the hall ignoring him until another one called out.

"Oi, Hottie! Why don't you and that cutie you're always hanging out with spin by my house, show you guys some fun!"

Ino rolled her eyes from beside me, giving her hips an extra swish, telling the boy- 'that's not for you'.

Name: Ino Yamanaka

Age: 17 (currently 18)
Grade: 10th (failed the 4th grade and the 8th grade) (currently 11th grade)

Status: Taken. Currently dating Shikamaru Nara.

The boy scoffed looking away as his friends chuckled at his rejection. I almost smirked. I would have, had some pervert not lashed out and grabbed my waist.

"Hey!" I yelled trying to get loose. I was strong, but not like. . .'caught off guard against captain of the football team' strong. I felt a large hand cup my ass before screeching and ripping myself away from him. The boy whistled and ran back to his friends high fiveing them and collecting money. Apparently I was today's 'bet of the day'.

I scowled. I hate boys.

-I was never popular with anyone when I was younger. I was picked on allot until Ino came along.

I guess this was how we became best-friends. I'd had no one, and she was miss popular. But, she stopped everyone from picking on me and gave me the confidence to defend myself. Now in eleventh grade when a foot ball player tries to feel me up I can at least get away. And if not, she'll help me.

"Hahaha, whats the matter? You going to cry?" A black haired girl with pig tails sneered kicking dirt in to my face. I sniffed, then coughed as I accidentally inhaled the sand. "Oh my- Haha! She's so stupid," The girl laughed as I choked slightly.

Her friends giggled. Boys and girls didn't hang around at this age, in second grade. There was still the 'cootie' virious going around and none of those 'big strong boys' wanted to catch it.

I never was one to stick up for myself. I cried until they got bored of sticking sand at me and walked away gossiping. I sat on the grass crying myself in to a little ball for who knows how long until I felt a hand on my shoulder. Looking up, threw tear stained eyes, I saw a little girl with short blond hair.

"Why are you crying?" She asked. I noticed she didn't ask if I was 'ok' or not. But, who in there right mind would cry tears of sorrow when nothing was wrong?

I sniffed. Thankfully there was no sand this time to get up my nose.

"They pick on me. . .," I said. The girl looked over her shoulder.

"Oh, Kasumi. . .," She mumbled with a scowl. She pulled me to my feet and brushed off my shoulders and chest. "Don't let them hurt you. They're just jealous!"

"J-jealous?" I asked. Jealous of what? My forehead? I was always called 'forehead,' or 'billboard brow'.

"Yeah, you're so cute. . .I bet they're jealous!" She said. I looked down.

"But. . .," I reached up and placed a hand on my forehead. "They're always making fun of my forehead." She snorted. It kind of reminded me of a pig for some reason.

"Thats because they know your forehead is your weakness." She pulled out a ribbon and parted my bangs. A minute later she handed me a mirror from her back pocket and showed me what she had done. "You look better now! I'm Ino. . .," She said, a confident smile on her face.

"Sakura. . .You know it's not. . .," Ino trailed off. "Come on, it'll be fun."

I rolled my eyes. Fun? You call all night party's fun?

I had to be home before my mother came home from her press conference. I had school the next day. Not to mention an exam in the morning.

"Ino-"

"Sakura! Come on, you don't have to drink." Ino wasn't about to give up, I could see that. "Besides, its a party thrown by Naruto. Do you think it'll really be that bad?" Ino had a point there.

"Why would Naruto be throwing a party anyway?" I asked raising an eyebrow. "Isn't that a little out of his budget?" I wasn't great friends with Naruto, but he wasn't all that bad. Once you get to know him he's a cool guy- although a bit annoying at times. Naruto was one of the guys that enjoyed chasing me around trying to get me to go out with them. Yet, I knew Naruto didn't have allot. He was living on his own, supporting himself on the monthly check the government sent him. After all, Naruto was an orphan since his parent's were killed in a plane crash over the Atlantic Ocean.

"I don't know!" Ino whined. "A few buddies of his?" I guessed that she was guessing at that. "I don't care, I just don't want to go alone!"

"Then don't go. Isn't Shikamaru going?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"Oh- Sakura, Shikamaru has friends there. He's going to fall asleep on me anyway." Ino pouted.

"But-"

"Please. . .," Ino squeaked clapping her hands in front of her face. I sighed and started walking to the school entrance. Earlier Ino was trying to ease me into this by telling me I needed to relax and let myself have some fun. Sometimes I was just a little, 'uptight'. That sometimes it was ok to disobey your parents and go out for a night of fun.

Even if you might wake up the next morning with a hang over, have to go to school, and done who knows what with. . .does anyones even know who. That, as appealing as it to others, is not appealing to me.

"Sakura. you know I won't let anything happen to you!" Ino said. "Even Hinata is going!"

"That's because Naruto is throwing the party," I pointed out. Everyone knew about Hinata's crush on Naruto since fourth grade when he transferred over except for well. . .Naruto. But, what else was new? That boy was as clueless as a new born baby.

"But, it's Hinata!" Ino started bouncing as we walked. I sighed. If it was thrown by Naruto and Hinata was going I guess it couldn't be thatbad. And, Ino said she'd be there with me. So, that's more comfort. I sighed.

"Okay," I said. Ino groaned. I raised an eyebrow.

"Sakura, just give in and go!" Ino exclaimed.

"Ino I-"

"I don't want to hear it anymore! You are going and that is it!" Ino said pointing at me dramatically.

"Okay," I said calmly pushing open the doubble doors to exit the school.

"Huh?" Ino asked blinking. She rushed out after me before the door had a chance to clonk her in the head. "You're coming?" She asked. I nodded.

"You'll be with me, right?"

Ino nodded vigorously.

"I won't let anything happen to you." I smiled slightly.

"Then count me in."

Okay, note to self: Do not count on Ino anymore.

After the first thirty minutes of the party, which started at ten, I'd lost her to the crowd of people that were already there. After searching for about an hour, making it eleven thirty now, I found her with Shikamaru, both completely trashed and making out heavily on Naruto's couch.

I immedealy left them, not wanting to find out how that was going to turn out. I sighed, having Ino out of my sight. Hinata I'd caught a glimpse of bit she quickly dissapeared with her cousin, Neji. I'd seen Neji's face and he wasn't too happy she was here. My guess if he's being over protective and hiding her under some 'Anti-party guy fortress'.

I had tried spotting some of my friends in this mass of people but I had about as much luck as finding a needle in a hay stack, as the old expression went. I couldn't even find Naruto in this mess.

I took a better look around, squinting slightly trying to recognize someone. Even a fan boy would be nice.

"Woot, Hot-u-no!"

I take that back.

I quickly turned on my heel and disappeared in to the sea of people, or so I hoped. I didn't need to be man-handled in front of a bunch of drunks. Which brings another question to mind.

How did Naruto afford alochol, let alone get it? I let out a breath, running a hand threw my short pink hair. Why? Why did I have to give in to Ino? Now I'm stuck in a crowd of people, that either I don't know or want to rape me!

"Hey," Someone said, approaching me. I turned around facing a guy, taller then me, that I didn't recognize.

I narrowed my eyes. "Who are you?" I asked. The guy chuckled.

"Innocent party go-er." He held a spare glass out to me with a smile. His green eyes had a small sparkle in them. "Care for a drink?" I eyes the glass in his hand.

"Depends, what is it?" I asked.

"Try it and find out. I didn't do anything. You just look. . .lost?" He asked more then stated.

"I'm not lost." I turned around and made to walk away.

"Woah, hey, wait." I heard him walking after me. Okay, I didn't hear him. I couldn't hear much of anything over this loud music. "I'm here on my own too! I just wanna talk and you look nice!" I rolled my eyes and stopped turning to him.

"Alright, fine." I plopped down on Naruto's sofa, which was thankfully unoccupied since everyone seemed to be dancing. If he seemed like a creep I'd simply stand up and walk out of the party as soon as possible. Once again I noticed him hold out the second drink. With a sigh I reached out and took it.

"So, what's your name?" The boy asked. I scrunched my nose up slightly, trying not to but, I failed.

"Sakura Haruno," I answered. "Whats yours?" If I had to press charges I'd need a name. Something I learned from my father. He was a lawyer.

"Names Yuuta," The boy answered back. I raised an eyebrow.

"No last name?" I asked.

I tried to ignore his chuckle as he took a sip if his drink. Speaking of which. . .What had he given me? It looked like normal water.

"Sanyo." My head snapped up.

"Huh?" I asked, stupidly. He chuckled.

"My last name, you wanted it." I mentally smacked my forehead.

"Right! Sorry," I apologized. I watched him take another sip of his drink and glanced at mine. I was thirsty. He shrugged.

"No need. So you're still in High school right?" Yuuta asked. I nodded.

"Junior." I noticed the small smirk crawl on his face.

"Young. You look more mature then a junior."

Was that a compliment?

"Very pretty," He added. I take it as yes, it was ment as a compliment.

"Um, thank you?" I asked.

"I'm a freshmen in college," Yuuta said with a smirk. I could definitely see it now, and he meant for me to see it this time.

"Oh?" I said, trying to sound intrested, though I really wasn't. He nodded his head. Another sip from his glass and mine still remained untouched. His eyes wondered over to my drink.

"Aren't you going to drink that?" He asked. I looked down at the cup in my hands.

"Oh, right. I almost forgot." It was true, no mater how stupid it may have sounded. I lifted the glass to my lips about to take a sip.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

I stopped. The clear liquid centimeters from my lips. I lowered my cup back to my lap. Looking at Yuuta I followed his gaze behind my. I nearly jumped out of my skin. Behind me was a tall, thin teenager, a male. He was by all means beautiful. His dark bangs framed his face, casually falling in to his eyes, the back was short and choppy, spiked up in a look that only he could pull off without looking like some weirdo. Black cargo pants hugged his legs in what seemed to be a semi tight fashion. A black shirt clung to his chest with a long sleeved netted shirt underneath. His hands were shoved in his pockets so I couldn't really tell anything else he may have had on him.

I stared at this beautifully bizarre boy behind me.

"Um, excuse. . .me?" I finally managed to say. I just now noticed, as he turned his gaze to look at me, that his eyes were a deep shade of onyx.

"That drink," He pointed to my glass, "I wouldn't drink it if I were you."

I looked down at the drink. "Why not?" Was there a bug or something in it? Nope, not that I could see.

Yuuta frowned deeply, glaring at the guy.

"Yeah, why not?" he asked.

The boy shrugged. "Why don't you tell her? You were the one who slipped the drug into her drink, after all." My eyes widened slightly. I snapped my head around to stare at the contents of my drink. I had. . .a drug in my drink? I looked at Yuuta shocked.

Okay, not really. I mean I was kinda expecting this, just not so sneakily. I was thinking he'd make the up front approach like the other guys. Yuuta's face turned all sorts of nasty red colors. "I-Sakura- I never did such a thing!" Yuuta exclaimed.

Weather or not he did, I put the drink over to the side. That would not be drunken by me tonight. Yuuta's mouth gaped open like a fish. Yeah, I wasn't an idiot. My father was a lawer and my mother is a fashion designer in all things fashionable. I have some brains.

. . .Not that I'm sure what designing clothes and hair has to do with anything. . .

But I knew right then and there Yuuta was caught red handed. His expression sung like a cannary. I looked behind me as the guy to see him smirking at Yuuta.

"You're a horrible lier."

Yuuta sputtered trying to say something back before he stood up, taking his drink with him, and walking off towards a different girl dancing dirty with some other guy. Again, I sneaked a peak behind me to see the guy now scanning the crowd rather then paying attention to me.

How did he know that Yuuta had slipped a drug in to my drink? It didn't seem like he was interested in keeping tabs on me with the way he was currently ignoring me. Actually, he didn't see, interested in anything.

"How did you know?" I found myself asking a moment later before he had a chance to walk away.

He shrugged. "Lucky guess?" He asked. I scowled. He eyed my face before turning and starting to walk away.

"Hey, wait!" I called. "Answer my question." I was surprised he stopped at my demand. I wasn't sure he'd heard me in this loud crowd with the music blaring. Why weren't the cops here yet?

"How did you think I knew?" Sasuke asked. "I obviously saw him put it in there."

"Why didn't you stop him then?" I asked. Was this guy seriously going to let someone drug me? I mean, I'm grateful he stopped me, but what if he wasn't there or something? Then I'd drink some funky drug and get raped and maybe killed!

I heard him scoff looking like he'd like to spit at my feet. "Never thought you'd be dumb enough to trust a drink given to you by a complete stranger."

My eyes widened. I was, no doubt, insulted. He just called me stupid.

"You're at a party with alcohol and other substances. . .Use your head next time. It's certainly large enough. . .Loser."

I watched him, mouth slightly agape, as he turned on his heel. He walked away, fast paced, eyes set forward in a bored stare, a flash of annoyance on his face. Somehow I knew I wasn't the cause of that.

Yet deep in my mind, past my shocked barrier. His blunt words cut threw me sharper then they should have.

His words ran threw my head as I stared at where he once was before disappearing in to the sea of people; '. . .Use your head next time. It's certainly large enough. . .Loser.'

And suddenly, I no longer felt insulted. I no longer felt scared. It was like now, something new was unlocked in my brain. Something that wasn't working right before. And I knew from that moment.

I knew.

This. . .This was just the beginning.

Symphony of Life

Chapter 1
This was just the begining:

complete

Posted on:

August 25, 2008. 10:41 pm, EST.

Author:

NaniNeko.

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