Because I am a masochist when it comes to stories!
SO the laptop that held the last chapter of Keep Your Friends Close basically crashed and i lost everything. everythhhing like my plot and everything. So rewriting that will probably happen never LOL ugh it just sucks.
Disclaimer: Do not own Naruto,
Enjoy this Boy over Flowers Naruto Remake, just because I can. Buuuuut. I will be changing some things! So just remember that when I do some weird stuff xD
Playing with the stray pink locks that fell out of the bun, Sakura jolted in surprise as her father burst through the door.
"Sakura love, I see you're not busy right now. Mind delivering this while I watch over the shop?" He twiddled the newly finished dry cleaning right before her every eyes, a bright smile adorning his face. "The clothing goes to a Mr. Suigetsu Hozuki. There are special orders for it to be delivered personally to him at the Konoha private school."
With a light scoff, Sakura grabbed the article of clothing and muttered a 'Fine, I got it.' For some strange reason, the very thought of the aforementioned school seemed to grind on her nerves. She never got along with the pretentious type, that was for sure. But, sadly, it tended to be their customer base.
Grabbing her delivery bike from outside, Sakura could only sigh at thought of even stepping foot inside the white-trim halls. A school made exclusively for the rich and prestigious, where the rest were left to succumb to the laughable excuse of the lower class public schools. Sakura knew better than anyone of her own potential. And it was nowhere near attainable with her lack of funds now. Rather, she would have to deal with a lackluster education as best as she could.
It was the middle of Tuesday and there were not any classes to go to.
Sakura knew better than to show any hint of fear among the lions of Konoha High. They thrived off of drama and gossip and she would in no-way be a center to that. Holding her head high, Sakura parked her bike at the stand and walked through the front entrance.
Seeing a group of girls who obviously went to this school, Sakura turned toward them, "Would you happen to know where Hozuki Suigetsu would be right now?"
"Red card boy. He does not belong here." Attitude dripped from her words, uttered from presumably their leader of the pack, "And you match exactly that as well." Snapping her fingers, the two others, blonde and brunette, kept behind their red-headed leader.
Gee thanks, that helps a lot. Sakura inwardly thought, coupled with an outward sigh.
"He's going to jump!" A student yelled, jumping Sakura out from her line of thinking.
"He should not jump, he is not worthy of being cleaned from the sidewalk!" More rude utterings came from a crowd that seemed to be rushing up the stairs.
"I thought Suigetsu was more of a man than to resort to this." Someone offhandedly commented.
Upon hearing the familiar name, Sakura attempted to blend in with the students and follow the crowd. If the mutterings or a gosspiy few were in fact true, Sakura steeled herself for the situation she would be possibly entering. The crowd began to slow and eventually come to a stop, approaching the final stairwell that lead to the roof where Suigetsu apparently was.
The scene soon escalated as the crowd began to chant, "Jump!" in a barbaric, wrathful mantra. Unable to believe the situation, Sakura pushed between the people, hoping to reach the Suigetsu before he made a rash decision.
A man no older than Sakura stood at the ledge, bleeding from a cut on his forehead, upon sight the pinkette acted. "Hozuki Suigetsu!" I yelled in a more soothing voice, earning his attention against the clashing irate crowd.
"What could you possibly want?" He asked in reply.
"I was originally meant to deliver some of your dry cleaning."
"I guess you'll have to bill it to my family since I am about to kill myself." He replied, sarcasm dripping from his words.
Sakura sighed, this was going nowhere. "Why are jumping?"
"Why don't you ask the group of assholes? The F4 decided to grace me with red card." He let a sardonic smile spread across his face.
"Red card? F4?" My confusion was evident through my words.
"They are a group that can make everybody hate you."
"Just because everybody hates you does not mean you should resort to—"
He interrupted, "What would you know? You don't even go here."
"But I know that life—"
"Enough with prolonging the inevitable," He gave a small smile and waved his fingers. This was his way of ending it all.
With a rush of adrenaline, Sakura hurried over the rest of the distance and grabbed what she could of his arms. Leaving the dry cleaning forgotten on the floor, Sakura felt adrenaline pulsing through her veins as she hoisted him up to everyone's disappointment. Making sure he was safely laid against the ledge, Sakura let out a howl of curses that would make even the drunkest of sailors cringe. The group behind her expressed their displeasure through multiple boos, but all of that went ignored to the pinkette.
It was absolutely disgraceful, the obvious lack of appreciation for life that these simple high-school students displayed. It made Sakura scowl, that these were the future leaders of Konoha.
"You should all be ashamed of yourselves!" Whipping out her phone, Sakura called the emergency ambulance. "You're supposed to be the school for everyone to look up to. I guess you really are heartless."
"What the hell is this?" Fugaku Uchiha watched the news from his office in growing anger. The reputation of Konoha High School was undoubtedly being driven through the dirt. Mikoto bit her lip while Itachi remained impassive, looking out the window with his mind deep in thought. Sasuke sighed from his place, slouching at an ottoman.
The once-called prestigious private school, Konoha High, is now the scene of horrendous murder and bullying. The son to the owner of the school, Uchiha Sasuke, gave what is identified now as a 'Red Card' to one student, Hozuki Suigetsu.
Fugaku flashed a glare towards his youngest son, obviously unhappy at his son's involvement in the matter.
The supposed red card influences the majority of the students to bully the student wielding one. Suigetsu was issued a red card for only three days, the reasoning being unknown. However, those three days were enough to drive the student resort to suicide. It is confirmed that he is not the only one in possession of a red card. Suigetsu is now in recovering in the nearby hospital. There is no doubt that the public is outraged towards the school.
Let's turn to our reporter out in the public.
"If this is how the children act, is this how their parents act? And who are their parents again? The parents are our rich CEO's, running the majority of our country. How are we supposed to trust them now, when we cannot even trust them with our children? They are truly nothing but selfish—"
With a calm lift of his hand, Fugaku muted the television despite the three others watching. "Do you have any idea how disappointed I am?"
Sasuke hesitated, "Because I bullied someone?"
"No, disappointed that you got caught." Fugaku sighed while Itachi scoffed and walked out the room, obviously angry at how the conversation turned. Mikoto ran after him, wanting to soothe her oldest son.
"How many red cards have you given out?" He asked Sasuke directly.
"At least one a month for the last three years." Sasuke replied nonchalantly.
Fugaku only glared harder, "If so frequent, why did this one happen to be caught by the press? Who gave them all this information?"
"Pink hair," Sasuke muttered. Fugaku only raised his eyebrow. "A girl with pink hair, she saved him. She was able to call the police and get him to safety."
"That does not make any sense. We are the police, how was she able to get away?"
"She called local emergency."
"What's her name?" Speak of the devil and the devil shall appear, the saying goes. A swarm of pink invaded the TV screen, prompting Fugaku to unmute his television.
I was on delivery for my family's business, dry cleaning and all. When I got to the high school I asked around for someone named Suigetsu. It didn't take long to find him since everyone was cheering his name and encouraging him to jump. Luckily, I came to his aid and save his—
Sasuke scoffed.
"Well she was capable of raising the public against us. Now we have to diffuse the situation." Fugaku gazed out the window, "The public is questioning us, the very people who own the school. Simply, we have to put a someone they can relate to in Konoha High, to show them that one can live among us."
"Great, how are you going to choose who?" Sasuke asked.
"It has to be her." Fugaku read her name across the bottom of the screen, "Savior to Konoha: Sakura Haruno."
Sakura sat quiet at the steps of Konoha High, sad that her opinion did not matter to her family.
There was no question to Sakura of simply why a scholarship made it's way to her after the absolute PR disaster surrounding the school. The random scholarship, under the guise of good-grades and proficiency in Medical studies, was a hush of Sakura's power to the public. She wanted to fight and scream, to be out there with the protests of her people. The ones who were pushed to the side as the rich continued to make massive condo's and luxury apartment buildings.
But Sakura's voice was silenced.
She knew that for a fact, even if her parents did not. Sakura nearly screamed in absolute refusal, not wanting to step another foot in the school. There was no doubt that every student would be aware of her face and name, it being plastered as front-page news for days after the event.
But the pinkette's opinion of rejecting the scholarship was ignored and Sakura found herself back again at Konoha High. Her one form of protest was class, she refused to be early on her first day.
The sounds of screaming was carrying through the hallways and Sakura had half the mind to duck past the wall and hide, fearing this could be attack on her very person. Rather, the sounds were evidently more high-pitched and she wanted nothing more to roll her eyes. Fangirls.
"It's the F4! I need to get close!" The red-headed girl from Sakura's encounter with Suigetsu was exclaiming to her group of friends.
"Karin, you act like we worship the very land they walk on." The blonde replied.
"Well that is what we do, Ino!" Karin scoffed and flipped her hair to the side, not caring as the blonde rolled her eyes.
The crowd continued to grow, as if the royal family themselves were gracing the school with their presence. Sakura wondered if she should just walk away, but there was strangely something keeping her in place. The pinkette tried to keep an impassive composure, yet curious as to who exactly were these F4 people all along.
Four guys walked through the aisle of people, as if the Red-Sea of students parted for them and them alone. Sakura widened her eyes as she recognized them, shit.
Sakura was unlike her parents in the fact that she was not caught up in the celebrity lives of those living within her prefecture. Sure, she knew of their existence. She would hear things from her family and her friends at school, small details that she never really hung onto. But, Sakura definitely knew enough to recognize their physical apperance.
Before her, were undoubtedly the sons of million-dollar companies.
Uchiha Sasuke, Uzumaki Naruto, Hyuuga Neji, and Nara Shikamaru.
The perfect picture of arrogant, rich, and snobbish boys of a private school - Sakura mused. Sakura continued to sigh and it seemed finally getting a glimpse of them was enough impetus for her to want to walk away. Upon getting up and readying up the stairs, a force grabbed my arm.
"I would roam these halls carefully if I were you." The piercing voice of Uchiha Sasuke rang, directed toward her and only her.