Fifty Pills
Chapter 1
Okay Sakura was officially nervous. But then again, if you were just moving to Japan from America, you'd be too. Here Sakura was, driving with her dad who she currently hated for making them move and looking at the completely unfamiliar landscape. Her sea foam green eyes scanned the border between the Earth and sky, wondering how such a tragedy, shall we call it, could ever possibly be bestowed on her. Sakura had it going for her, good grades…popularity which took a while to obtain and a boyfriend. Yeah, she had to leave her boyfriend broken hearted in America…scared and alone thanks dad.
Technically, this wasn't her father's fault, more specifically her father's job's fault. Yeah, her dad just had to make this ultra special new which-a-mu-fuck-it that was 'apparently' becoming the hottest thing in Japan. It was kinda like a cell phone, camera, ipod, computer, IMer, television and whatever else it was….all in one little thing the size of a credit card. Damn technology.
If it couldn't get any worse, the university that Sakura will be attending is….complicated. In Japan (because this would never happen in America) the dorms aren't set up as boys with boys and girls with girls. No, there are boy/girl roommates left right and sideways. And lucky for Sakura, her roomie was named…what was it again? Suki? Sasi? Sasui? Oh that's right. Sasuke. Who the fuck names their kid Sasuke? At least her name had a meaning cherry blossoms and not some weird name that means like cut on the bottom or so her dad told her. ('sasu' means 'cut' and 'uke' means 'bottom')
But she secretly wondered if he was going to be hot. I mean, who wouldn't? It would kinda suck to have this fat ugly kid who farts in their sleep as a roommate. Ew…
The landscape began to change from few houses to loads of tall buildings, like in New York. Her father's car slowed and he spun his head looking at Sakura.
"Here's your stop! Your stuff is in the trunk, and remember if you need anything," Sakura's father took out a pen and paper. "just call home or my job. Or you can drop by at this address if you want to."
"Right," Sakura said, unenthused. "Cause I can read Japanese."
"You could be more optimistic sweetie. I mean this is a perfect opportunity. Universities in Japan are hard to get in to. Luckily my job has given you a full scholarship."
"No dad, it was my terrible grades that did it." Sakura rolled her eyes.
"Cheer up sweetie. Make the best of it. You know what I mean, jelly bean?" Sakura's dad reached and gave her a peck on the cheek (how embarrassing can someone get?) "Love you, make friends!"
"Yeah, love you too… " Sakura got out of the car and slammed the door shut a little harder than she would have liked. She walked around and grabbed her suitcases out of the trunk and stared in awe at the humungous building that stood before her.
The campus had to be like 10 acres big. Not to mention the size of the school, alone. She was defiantly going to get lost. As she walked up to the entrance, a horrible thought entered her mind. 'What if they don't speak English?!' Sakura chewed on her nails anxiously and stepped into the building. She guessed the place where all the people and computers and stuff were was the office, so she stepped inside. She walked up to the desk and attentively spoke,
"Do you speak English?" The woman at the counter nodded. "I'm from America. My name is Haruno Sakura. I'm the new transfer student." A glint of sparkle shown in the woman's eyes (or was it her imagination as a light bulb popped above her head). The woman got up and quickly scurried to a file cabinet pulling out some worksheets.
"I'm going to need you to fill these out and return them by Monday. It's Friday, so you should have plently of time to complete them." She reached over her shoulder and grabbed a pamphlet. "Here is a map of the campus. The English version is on the back. Not to worry, Sakura. Almost the entire student body speaks English quite fluently. In fact, they usually speak English so they can better get accustomed to it. You may head up to your dorm which is…C243. Your roommate is aware of your arrival. Have a nice day Miss. Haruno!" The woman seemed rushed, as if she had a million things to do at the moment. Sakura walked out of the office and a wave of relief hit her.
"Thank god, they speak English." She glanced at her map, which was pretty easy to read (I mean she's not mentally retarded or anything). Quite the contrary and walked up to her dorm room.
So here Sakura was, sending glares at the door. It read C243, just as the woman had said. She was angry that she couldn't work up the courage to just knock already. One minute passed….two….three….four. And just as her fist raised to hit the wooden door, it flung open.
A gust of wind hit Sakura, and she blinked a few times, trying to process the sight in front of her. Here was Mr. Tall, dark and handsome. (And Mr. Sexy and hot and frickin gorgeous). This must be Sasuke. Sakura immediately regretted ever thinking any bad about him. He was pale, with aristocratic features, perfectly defined jaw and dark jet black hair to match his onyx eyes, oh and did she mention he was only wearing a towel? Yeah, it seems as though he was about to shower or something. She couldn't help her eyes from wandering down to his chest. Oh god those abs, just enough definition to make him sexy. She spotted a beauty mark above his belly button and inwardly smiled at its cuteness. Her eyes snapped up to meet his at the sound of his obviously irritated voice.
"What are you doing here?"
"Uh, I'm Sakura. The transfer student." Sakura fumbled her words. Sasuke's mouth pulled into a tight line. He closed his eyes, as if her were trying to calm down.
"Right. Put your stuff in the room. And don't touch anything. I'll be back in a few." He brushed past her, bumping shoulders. Sasuke took her hand and placed a key in it. Sakura pivoted and turned to face him.
"What's your name?" she didn't want to sound like a freak by knowing his name without her telling. He stopped walking and muttered,
"Sasuke." He continued on his way, turning a corner. Sakura glanced in the room. She grabbed her belongings and shut the door behind her.
The sight before her was absolutely stunning…or creepy (whichever you please). Everything was perfectly in place. It looked as if he had carefully measured precisely where everything was to be placed. His bed, clothes, books, laptop, desk, everything. Even his shoes were exactly all lined up in the corner. She noticed the spare bed and plopped down on it. Sakura took a gulp of air in and sighed.
This was going to be a long semester.
