Pink Haired Sensei
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and the cover pic.
Chapter One: Confusion
The smell of coffee and my wonderful phone were my saviors. Please try to notice the sarcasm on the last part.
I have been using this phone for six years! Yes, six years! I had it fixed, fifteen times! I don't have a wardrobe full of clothes neither do I have ten pairs of shoes!
Why am I complaining? Well that's simple our dear dad left us with his debt before he passed away five years ago.
Now, I'm stuck, helping out my mother at our family cafe. If you thought I'm working as a waiter or a cashier then you are wrong. Some high-school kids did that for their part-time job. Whereas, me? I work as a...? Do I even have a job?
You wouldn't call it a job; I lock up the cafe when everyone's done, that's my job. I have to check the place before I close the cafe. Our cafe opens at six in the morning and closes at six in the evening. We used to close the place at eight, but since I took care of the –closing, locking whatever– job we changed it to six.
It's still morning; I have to stick around here for twelve or eleven hours.
I had to drop out of college because my mom and sis couldn't pay for my fees. I had to give up on my dream of becoming a doctor just because of the debt! That stupid debt!
I was reading a newspaper when the door flung open... mom? Why did she come through the front door?
She had this worried look on her face and was breathing heavily. All eyes were on her.
"Mom, did something happen?" I asked as I laid down the newspaper. "Your sister fractured her leg!" she replied shaking my shoulders. "Oh."
"She fractured her leg!" she repeated.
"Then why are you here? Shouldn't you be with her?"
"I thought it'd be better if I went there with you. She's at the hospital with Ken."
"And here I thought you did run over there the moment you heard she fractured her leg, but I guess I was wrong. And how did Ken land into the hospital before you?"
Mom looked at me with an annoyed look that said your-sister-fractured-her-leg-and-you're-throwing-stupid-questions sort of look. Yeah, that long. I gave up, and took my satchel from the counter.
The person that we're talking about is my elder sister, Shizuko. She's a middle-school teacher and works part time as a home tutor for elementary students. Her boyfriend is a high-school teacher, so that's why he was with her when she fractured her leg.
I hope my idiotic sister is okay. And mom is hyperventilating like crazy. Isn't it just a minor fracture?
. . .
The doctor told us to let her rest for at least four months.
Shizuko was on the hospital bed, her hands intertwined with her oh-so-dear boyfriend, Ken.
Let me tell you more about her relationship with her Ken. They have been dating ever since they were in middle-school, boring right? Dating the same guy for years, is totally out of my league. My sister's twenty eight and they are finally engaged after all those years! Thank god. She's getting married in August. Now's February, so she's lucky that she doesn't have to worry that much about her leg.
"Sakura, are you still jobless?"
Did she just ask me that?
"Shizu, are you pouring salt over my wounds?" I asked, taking a sit next to her.
"Why do you always think of me like that?"
"Like what?"
"You know like...uh...okay! Forget that. I need you to do something for me."
"Don't tell me that I have to look after you?"
"Sakura, I'll take care of that," her –sweet– boyfriend replied.
"I want you to take my job."
"I have to work at your school?! I can't do that! I don't even have a..."
"I'll be taking leave from the school and I'm not telling you to work there, permanently. Instead, I want you to home school two kids."
"What? I thought you worked part time as a home-tutor not as a home-school teacher?"
"Yes, home school. I want you to become a substitute teacher for them for these few months. You can keep the money, is it a deal? Maybe you can buy a new phone with that," she said with a smirk on her face.
How did she know my weakness? I'm really sensitive when it comes to –buying a phone.
"Okay. If money's on the line I'm there. It's a deal. How old are those kids? Does that mean I have to travel from one house to another?"
"You ask too many questions. The kids that I'm talking about are fraternal twins; you don't have to travel from one place to another as they live under the same roof. They're five years old, a girl and a boy."
"I'm home-schooling five year old's?"
Teaching kids are not in my 'to do list'.
She gave me a questioning look at my question. Let me tell you something, she can easily read me.
"They pay one thousand dollars a month."
"Where do they live?" she hit my weak spot.
But I agreed as I desperately needed a phone and a pair of shoes. One thousand dollars a month, yes a month!
Where can you get a better job? My question is – how rich are these kids? They're being home schooled so that means that they have parents who earn a fortune. At last I know how my sister bought those five inch –Jimmy Choo– heels of her's.
I'm good with kids, so it wouldn't be a big deal, would it?
. . .
These kids might be spoiled brats. Come on! Look at the size of this house. How many people live here? I'll never understand rich people and their ego.
After minutes of buzzing, a hot-tall-sexy guy opened the door.
It felt like one of those shojou manga moments where the female character meets the school's hottest guy.
His frown is so charming, I don't know why. When did frowns become so charming? He must be their brother. This home schooling thing wouldn't be so bad like I expected. Love you sis!
A blush brushed my cheeks when I saw his face. Is he human?
"Uh...um...I'm the substitute teacher, Haruno Sakura. Shizuko's younger sister. I wouldn't be starting classes right away, but I wanna meet the kids. Ren and Reiko Uchiha, am I correct?" I asked looking up from the piece of paper that Shizuko gave me.
"Hn."
He's not the talking type, but that makes him hotter!
"I wanna get to know them as we'll continue classes starting tomorrow. And also, I don't want them to feel awkward around me."
"Hn."
Reminder, I need to call Piggy when I get back.
"And you must be their brother, you're hot." I wasn't in my right mind… What am I supposed to do now! I slapped my hands over my mouth, blushing beet red.
"No. I'm their father."
My hands fell from my mouth. My eyes were as wide as saucers. My jaw was on the floor. I used a lot of my(s), I know.
He's has a great sense of humor doesn't he? He's so funny. Ha-ha...
"You have a great sense of humor!" I slapped my hands on his shoulder. I was totally acting out of character.
He looked at me with an annoyed look on his face.
"So, where can I meet Mister Uchiha Sasuke?"
"I'm Uch-"
"Papa! Reiko is bullying me!" A five year old boy came running with tears in his eyes.
"Papa...?"
The guy picked up the five year old in his arms and the let the small kid rant whatever he was planning to rant. I stood there fixed on the spot, gawking at the scene. Just then another five year old came running.
"Reiko, I told you not to bully your brother."
"Papa, I didn't!" she whined.
"She did!"
"I did not!" the girl threw up her arms in frustration.
"Papa, look she's being mean," the boy started wailing.
The girl so called Reiko turned towards me and said something, totally unexpected, "Papa, why is pink panther here?"
All of their eyes were on me.
The hot guy turned out to be a married man and a father of two kids, and the kids thought that I'm Pink Panther. Can't get any better...a really confusing start for a really confusing life.
I'm mentally, emotionally and physically heartbroken. Though my heart is not physically broken, I might be already dead if my heart is broken in half. Well that's not the matter.
The actual problem is; I'm in their living room. I wish I could disappear on the spot. The three –the hot looking father, Reiko and Ren, were sitting in front of me. I could only fidget.
I can't believer that I accidentally, unknowingly flirted with my students' father. I wish I could bang my big forehead on a brick wall.
"Papa, is she our teacher?" Reiko pointed her finger at me. Isn't it rude to point fingers?
"Aa."
"Papa, she looks like a cotton candy."
I twitched. First, I looked like a cartoon character then second, I became a cotton candy. And papaUchiha didn't deny. This family is missing some basic manners.
"But I think she looks pretty, Rei."
I guess 'Rei' is a nickname for his sister. I think I'm gonna like that kid and as for his sister, I'll have to wait.
"Ren, I think her eyes are prettier."
"No, her hair is prettier!"
"Her eyes!"
I think I like both of them.
"Hair!"
"Eyes!"
"Hair!"
"Eyes!"
"What are you two debating over?"
The heated debate came to a halt when a woman –the prettiest I've ever seen– came into the room. She must be the Uchiha's wife! Her hair was silky black and her million dollar smile...I was totally out of the list.
Now I know why the Uchiha kids are so good looking. They have good looking parents, duh!
The two kids folded their arms and pouted and their mother patted on their heads, lovingly. She was glowing. She's a goddess. She didn't notice - the pink blob - me, sitting in the room.
She turned to me with her smile. Dear god, please make me disappear from here. I beg you. Please!
"You must be Shizuko-chan's sister. You're prettier than I thought you'd be."
She called me pretty. I love this woman. That Uchiha is so lucky. I don't know why, but I'm jealous. She screams 'perfect'!
"It's nice to meet you too," I greeted formally and bowed in front of her.
"No. No. Please don't do that it makes me old," she waved her hand, her ladylike laugh melted me.
"You're not old! You look younger than me! You're one of the prettiest women that I have ever seen!" I explained, using my whole body to describe how beautiful she looks. You know what I mean?
She giggled at my clown like actions.
"Sasu-chan, I like their new teacher. She so sweet," she said and turned towards her husband who had annoyed look on his face.
Wait, did she just call her own husband 'Sasu-chan'? That's new. I have never heard married couples call each other like that. It sounds kind of cute...? Look, now I gushing over a married couple.
"Grandma, I like her too, but Reiko doesn't."
"Grand-ma-ma…?"
The family turned their attention to me.
Did I say something wrong? Oh, right. I just call the Uchiha's wife, grandma.
"Did you say something?"
"N-Nothing! How's the weather," what did I just ask?
"Fine… I forgot to ask your name, dear."
"Haruno Sakura. Ma'am."
"Ma'am? Just call me..."
"Uchiha-san, your husband is here," a maid came in.
"He's early. I'll be there," she turned towards me with her smile, "Sakura-chan, I'll leave you with Sasu-chan. I'm sorry about the interruption, please excuse me," with that she left the room.
After she left realization struck me. Her husband is still in the room and the maid said that her husband is here. Don't get me wrong, but how many husbands does she have? She doesn't look like someone who…I'll stop here.
"Papa, can I go? Grandpa's here!" Reiko jumped up and down.
Grandpa? My head's not functioning at the moment.
"I wanna go too!" Ren joined his sister.
"Sure," papa Uchiha replied.
Only the Uchiha and I are left in the room.
What should I do? Should I smile at him or should I start a conversation?
While I was deep in my thoughts, I didn't see him stand up.
"Huh?" that's the only word that came out of my mouth.
He was now standing in front of me. His figure was shadowing over me. Okay, there was no shadow in the room, I'm just saying.
Out of nowhere he leaned down.
He's freakin' married! What if his wife finds out! To be honest...I wouldn't mind if he kissed me...I shouldn't be thinking like this!
"U-U-Uchiha-san...?" I stuttered.
"Hn."
His face was only a few centimeters away.
"W-W-What are y-you..."
"She's my mom."
"W-Who?"
"The woman who just left is my mom."
He's a freaking psychic! He just read my mind. And what the hell is he talking about? People can read me too damn easily!
He went back to his posture and walked back a few steps with a smirk on his face.
"Sakura-chan, would you like some tea? My husband's here."
"Uh...?"
"I forgot to introduce myself. You can call me Mikoto. I'm the twins' grandmother."
She's not his wife? What's wrong with this family? Or is something wrong with me?
The brother is the father the wife is the father's mother and twin's grandmother. Does that even make any sense? Explaining makes it even more confusing than it is.
I have to stick with this family for at least four months. Wish me luck
Author's Note: Done! My neck hurts. I'll update the next chapter soon. This story in written from Sakura's POV and its AU. If you don't like AU(s), ignore it. Thanks for reading. :) And I changed my pen-name due to some stupid reasons.
Genre: Romance, Drama, Suspense and Humor *grins*