-Revenge is Sweeter than You Ever Were-
Summary: He had taken their hearts and torn them into a million pieces, and they weren't going to let him get away with it. Oh no, they wanted revenge! [Sasusaku]
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or John Tucker Must Die.
-Prologue-
-A God Among Men-
I was fourteen when I realized I was invisible. It wasn't that people couldn't see me, well, maybe they couldn't…
I slammed my locker door shut and turned to walk down the hall. The minute I was out in the rush of students, someone bumped into me, sending my books toppling to the ground. As I bent over to pick them up, someone tripped over me.
No one ever spoke to me. When I tried to talk in groups or in class, someone always talked over me. If, on a rare occasion I had my hand up, a teacher never called on me. Cars never stopped for me to cross the road; people never made room for me in a crowd.
…You get what I mean.
It's not that I didn't try. It's just that I seemed to be able to take a back seat in the minds of my peers, which I don't get. I mean, I'm anything but ordinary in terms of my looks…
I sighed as I stared at the reflection in the mirror before me. Wild pink hair stuck out in all directions, even after a half an hour of fighting a comb through it. My forehead was twice the size of the rest of my face and huge wide-rimmed glasses consumed what wasn't taken over by the forehead.
My hair was naturally pink, which I know seems impossible. So many people have told me time and time again that pink hair isn't natural. But it's some sort of combination between my mom's fiery red hair and my dad's platinum blonde hair. Put those two colours together and you got my bright pink hair.
I hated the way I looked with a passion. And even though I had outlandish, bright pink hair and a huge forehead, people still never saw me.
…Of course when it came to love…
I sat in math class, copying down the lecture the teacher was giving (in super-human speeds) as best I could. As I concentrated on getting everything down, I felt someone tap me on my shoulder. I turned around and saw a cute blond boy with a note in his hand.
I accepted the note with a smile and examined it closer. There was a heart on the front; my heart leapt.
"Pass it on," he whispered.
I turned back to the front and saw the beautiful blonde that sat in front of me.
…Yeah, that sucked. In my sixteen, nearly seventeen, years on the planet not one boy had ever had any type of romantic interaction with me. We talked about school; we talked about sports; we even talked about the weather. But we never talked about anything romantic. It was like I repelled boys or something.
There was another thing working against me…
I put the box labelled kitchen wares on the counter and turned towards the back door when I heard someone knocking. Standing in the doorway, plate in hand was an incredibly gorgeous guy. His dark brown locks were styled in a way that looked like he had just woken up, dressed and walked out of the house and his eyes were an enchanting emerald green.
I walked up to him as he began to talk.
"Hey, I'm Jiro. I live next door. My mom sent me over with these cookies or something…" he said, examining the plate in his hands.
"Thanks. We're new here. I mean duh, boxes and the fact that no one's probably seen us. Though I guess that doesn't necessarily mean we're new because people could just not have noticed us. Though that seems really sad. I mean how much of a wallflower do you have to be to not be noticed if you were living in the same house for like years-" I was interrupted from my ramblings by his next comment.
"Who is that?" he asked, pushing past me. I turned around to see a gorgeous, and I mean drop-dead beautiful, red head in jean short-shorts and a tight fuchsia halter-top.
…My mom…
The rosette turned around to reveal a blemish free face. "Hi," she said, flipping her hair behind her. She then bent down to retrieve some plates from the box I had set down earlier, giving the young teen a perfect view of her derrière. She stood back up, put the plates on one of the counters and then turned to the male at the door.
"I'm Michiko."
…She's never had any trouble landing men. Keeping them, now that's another story. I used to keep track, but I found it too hard. She went through men like normal people changed their socks. Instead, I resorted to calling them all Saru…
A man with curly brown hair and an old plaid robe opened the fridge door and retrieved the milk. He then turned to me, sitting on the island stool with a box of Corn Puffs in hand. Spotting me, he went beet red and began sputtering. Every single guy who had eaten breakfast with me had acted the same way. They were flustered and embarrassed and basically screamed that they had spent the night with my mother.
Why, oh why couldn't my mom date a guy who wasn't easily embarrassed?
I dug through the box and retrieved a handful of the circular cereal. "And a good morning to you too, Saru," I replied as I popped the cereal into my mouth. He looked confused at my words.
"Why'd you call me 'Saru'?" he questioned.
…Because, eventually, that's what they all do. They all leave, most times in the dead of the night. They're all too cowardly to face my mother.
It's happened so many times that my mom's developed a very mature reaction…
My mom stood at the island, scoping large amounts of cake frosting into her mouth. Tears ran down her face as she licked the spoon clean. I sat on the other side and winced every time she went back into the icing for more.
…A quick therapy session, or seven, and then we'd pack up the car and flee to another town…
I slammed the trunk closed and turned to the rosette standing in the doorway. "We're all packed," I said, motioning to the car, and then the moving truck on the driveway.
"Good," my mother said, a bag of cookies in her hand, "Let's get going then."
…Being invisible does have its advantages. We move a lot and, having no friends, I don't have to face those awkward goodbyes…
The car drove down the road and I looked back at the kids playing on the street. I waved at them but none waved back. I wasn't expecting them too. I bet they didn't even know I'd lived in that house for the past four months.
…but enough about me. This story isn't even about me really. It's about the hottest guy in my newest school.
Uchiha Sasuke…
The stands were filled with student's ready to cheer on the home team, the Sarutobi High Foxes. Students watched as the team's captain weaved between the other team's defenders, avoiding their guard every time.
He rushed up to the key and took off from the free throw line, sinking a slam-dunk into the basket, just like he always did.
…Let's face it. He is the man. He's the captain of the basketball team, his family is loaded and he looks like he just stepped out of an Abercrombie catalogue. He's got everything. And I was going to be the girl who took it all away.
This is the story of Uchiha Sasuke's fall from a god among men, to an absolute nobody, and the girls who made it all happen.
To be continued…
A/N: Saru means to leave or go away