Author's Note: Couldn't really help myself. As some of you may know, I am a high school fic freak. My clear and obsessed specialty is a high school fic. I can't help it. I needed to publish. I am far offfromcompleted with the other stories, but like I said before, I couldn't help myself. So enjoy, please?
Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, I'd own the WHOLE world.
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Prologue:
Find Me A Job!
Updated: 03/24/06
By: Shanghai Honey
She was doing it again. Actaully, she was doing nothing again. Her modeling career is officially over. For the 50 hundredth time, she has been turned down for another,stupid photo shoot. What could possibly be the problem? Was she not pretty enough? Tall enough? Stupid enough?
Well, she was told by many people how extremely beautiful she is. She's almost hitting six feet. Although her IQ could be a problem. Graduating second best in her class...maybe that's the reason people keep turning her down?
Slowly and painfully would Sakura die because of the loss she's encountered. A job as a model, a super one at that, has she lost for the last time. No, she wasn't exactly a supermodel, not yet. But she wasn't unknown. People see her on magazines all the time.
The Victoria's Secret catalog to be a bit more spacific. But other than the perverts who order the catalog every month with her half naked body in it, she was definitely known. She's been on a few commercials, hardly. And she's been in a movie once. Once, and she was casted as one of the homeless, not really important, people.
Her life was sad, but she kept thinking to herself, maybe it'll get better. Most of her friends from the modeling career are already at the top. And Sakura would definitely and surely die a slow and painful death if they weren't there to back her up.
"Sakura, come on! Just because you're not a very good model, doesn't mean you're totally worthless." said one of her friends. The one that would, hopefully,stop her slow and painful death...yeah right...
Sakura looked at the model that stood before her. She was beautiful, tall, and most of all, very stupid. "It's not like you know how I feel." she kicked the hard, polished wood, reluctantly, under her feet. "You always get the spotlight on camera." she thought ominously.
Anko plopped onto the red, overpaid couch. "Maybe the reason why people hate hiring you is because your jokes are lame?" she was a lot of help.
Kurenai nudged Anko in the arm and gave her a threatening glare.
"What?" Anko narrowed her eyes. "It's true!"
Tsunade slapped her forehead with shame. A fifty year old woman, who surprisingly doesn't look a day over thirty, grunted. "Sakura, don't listen to what Anko has to say, whatever comes out of her mouth is just stupidity."
"Hey!" huffed Anko.
"Yeah, listening to Anko could very well mean the end of the world. Atleast in my point of view." Kurenai shrugged. She knew very well how Anko was like. Goofy, weird, clumsy, and would someday destroy the world if she was left in the bathroom for a little too long.
"That's not true!" she crossed her arms. "Besides, Sakura's jokes are a bit lame." she huddled down to the sofa.
"No it isn't!" Sakura defended herself.
"Yeah it is." Anko threw her a mildly disgusted face. "Everytime you tell a joke, people are always looking at you with an awkward silence." she stated as if it were true.
Sakura thought otherwise. "Oh, yeah?" said Sakura. "Ok, fine. Let me tell you a joke I made up all by myself!"
Everyone groaned.
"Uh...," there was a two minute pause. "Ok! Ok! I got one!" she smiled with acomplishment. "Why...," she started off. "did the chicken cross the road?" The four ladies almost fell.
Shizune rubbed her head reluctantly. "Um, Sakura. Isn't that one taken?" she laughed nervously.
Sakura shrugged, "So why did the chicken cross the road?" she repeated.
There was an awkward silence.
"To get to the other side!"
Another awkward silence.
"Oh, come on!" shouted Sakura.
"Sakura," Anko shook her head with shame."I thought you were lame before. Just imagine how I think of you now...,"
"Why DID the chicken cross the road?" Shizune shrugged.
"Duh, to get the other side." Kurenai spoke.
"Who made up that stupid joke anyway?" asked Tsunade. "I mean, 'why did the chicken cross the road?', of course to get to the other side! Where else would the chicken go?"
Shizune shrugged, "In the gutters?"
"Or roadkill?" Kurenai popped a breath mint in her mouth.
"Whoever made up that lame joke should be tied down and made to hear it." said Shizune.
"Yeah, and why does it have to be a chicken?" asked Anko with much knowledge. "Why couldn't it be a bunny? Or a mentally stabled person?"
There was a pregnant pause between the five models. They nodded their heads. Why couldn't it be a mentally stabled person? Why must it be a chicken?
"You know. This is the most pointless arguement we've had in years." said Sakura.
"No." Shizune shook her head. "Just yesterday we had a debate on whether cheese should be used with broccoli or not." she mumbled.
Kurenai chuckled warmly, "Yeah, that was especially pointless. I wonder who won?" she pondered silently.
"I have no idea." said Sakura. "It was, by far, the most pointless conversation ever." she sighed and walked over to the counter to pour herself a glass of water. "And what's worse, I still have to pay the bills."
Anko laughed, "Ah! I don't have to worry about that! I'm filthy, stinkin' rich!" if she could, she would swim in her own swimming pool of cash. "Thirty years old, and lovin' it." she winked. "It's not like your twenty-year-old ass was ever gonna make it into the modeling world." she laughed evily and dare I say, gloatingly.
"Oh, yeah?" Sakura had had just about enough of Anko's taunting. Turning to face her, she rolled up her sleeve and huffed. "Well this twenty-year-old ass is gonna kick your thirty-year-old ass back to where you came from! Donkeyland!" she would've ripped her apart if it wasn't for Tsunade's super human strength.
"C'mon! I can't take you! I CAN TAKE YOU!" Anko balled her hands into little fists and punched it in the air.
Tsunade finally got through her and let her go. Sakura tossed her pink hair aside and huffed. Most definitely she could've kicked Anko's ass to donkeyland, wherever that is? And most definitely, Anko would cry like a low-life baby.
But Sakura wasn't that kind of girl. To make a poor, stupid, uninnocent, kind of annoying, thirty year old cry. It would've been to pathetic for her to watch anyhow. Anko was truly the lucky one.
"I know where you live." said Sakura, throwing her a threatening glare.
Anko rolled her eyes, "Of course you do. I live right next door."
Anko, being oblivious to Sakura's temper, ignored her rants about finding a job and making it in life, and something about the bills? Whatever she was talking about, Anko ignored it.
"I need to find a job, people!" Sakura nearly cried out in frustration. "You all know I can't make it in the modeling career."
"Come on, Sakura?" said Tsunade. "Anyone would love to take pictures of a beautiful girl like you. You just have to keep trying."
"But you don't understand." sighed Sakura. "I still need to pay the bills, taxes, I need money for food dammit!" Sakura was far from pleased. "I need to find a job now. Guys, help me?" her voice had a hint of plead in it.
Tsunade, Kurenai, and Shizune sighed. Anko just sat on her couch looking pretty. "Fine." said Kurenai. "I'll help you."
Sakura squealed with delight, and hugged each thiry-year-old super model with clear and obvious signs of relief. "I'm so glad." she sighed.
"Well, I read the paper just yesterday-,"
Sakura gasped teasingly. "You read?"
Anko narrowed her eyes, "as I was saying." she threw Sakura a rude look. "I read the paper just yesterday and found an ad. They're looking for a waiter for the famous restaurant, Mcdonalds!" she gave everyone a toothy grin.
Everyone pretended to ignore her existence and continued on.
"I know!" said Tsunade. "I have this really good friend who works at a food stand-,"
"When you people look at me, do you honestly see food?" mumbled Sakura.
Tsunade sighed, "Well, I tried?" she shrugged.
Shizune thought otherwise. "Sakura, didn't you graduate college with a teaching degree?" she asked.
Sakura shrugged, "I guess. But I never really wanted to be a teacher."
"Well, there's a job opening for a subsitute teacher at Sharingan High. Maybe you should check it out." she suggested.
Sakura hobbled out of the living room, and instead of pouring herself a glass of water, shesipped a bottle of vodka from under the sink. "No way. Being a teacher is so...boring...,"
"But Sakura-!"
"No buts. The only reason I got that degree was because my mother wanted me to be teacher. I never actaully intended on being one in the first place. It was her last wish that I graduated with a teaching degree."
Kurenai sighed, "Then what are you planning on doing?"
"I hear Sharingan High school pays good money." said Tsunade. "The person who owns the school is Uchiha Fugaku, a very rich man."
There wasn't much to be said from there on. Well, except...
"How much are we talking?" asked Sakura.
Tsuande shrugged. "I don't know, but my husband gets paid a ton. That's why I married him." she giggled. "He may be the most stupidest man on the earth, but he sure knows how to get paid."
"Well, I don't know...," said Sakura.
"Come on. You should try it Sakura." Shizune said with a lot of enthusiasm. "It could be fun."
Sakura frowned, "If you wanna be a teacher so much, why don't you try it?"
"Because I'd rather be a model." said Shizune in a blunt and plain tone.
"Fine, I'll consider it. But I won't make any promises." related to the fact that she had no other choice, she'd take the job at any cost.
Tsunade flashed her an encouraging grin. "Interviews start on Monday."
Sakura straightened her skirt and cleared her throat. She turned her head sharply, hearing a grunt and a muffled cough. Being the observant one, she began to sweat. She noticed the quaint and frightening silence between the staff members, and herself.
Sitting in the principal's office for two hours of constant rambling, drooling, and grunting, Sakura frowned. Were interviews nowadays this long? The principal looked unsure and constantly displayed a head shake. Head shake there, head shake here.
She sighed helplessly. Sakura already knew the answer to this one-
"I'm sorry." the principal replied. "But...uh...as you can see, we do not allow women here in Sharingan High."
A white haired man near the corner of the room looked peeved. "Aw, come on, Sarutobi." he groaned. "Can't you let this slip?"
The man called 'Sarutobi' looked twice as peeved, "Jiraiya, shut it." he coughed and faced his attention towards Sakura. "This is an all boy's school if you haven't noticed-,"
"I noticed!" Sakura cut in. "I definitely noticed."
"Yes, I can see that." Sarutobi was at ease. "But this is a male's school. Male students, male teachers."
"But can't you make an exeption?" Sakura almost had a look of plead.
From the corner, you can hear a low groan of pity. "Sarutobi, listen to what the girl has to say!" he whined, staring at the woman's boobs constantly.
Another man from the opposite corner snorted, "Don't be stupid, Jiraiya. This is an all boy's school-,"
"And I bet you're liking every minute of it, Orochimaru." Jiraiya sneered.
There was an awkward and silent pause. "Whatever that means...," muttered Orochimaru.
"If I may interrupt." said Sakura. "Tsunade and Shizunerequested this job for me and-,"
"Whoa, whoa." Jiraiya let out a one-second shriek. "Did you say...Tsunade?" he gulped.
"Yes, she told me her husband worked here and makes a kick ass pay check-,"
"So true!" Jiraiya commented.
"I really need the money." Sakura released the most pathetic look known to man-kind. "Please, make an exeption?"
Jiraiya and Orochimaru closed in with Sarutobi. "I don't think you should hire her." surprisingly, that was Jiraiya's voice. The man who goggled at the woman's breast for the past two hours. "She could be a spy for Tsunade or something wrong like that...," he said in a suspicious tone.
"Then by all means, let's hire her." and surpringly, that was Orochimaru's voice. The one who detested the whole thing from the begining.
Jiraiya and Orochimaru were having their famous staring contest, and Sarutobi sighed.
"Then I guess I have no choice." heexposed a signingcontract from his desk'sdrawers. "Haruno Sakura, you're hired."
'Yay!' Sakura cheered helplessly.
"Just...one thing...," said Sarutobi.
Sakura inwardly stopped her cheering and quirked an eyebrow. "What is it?"
"Stop reciting lame jokes...forever...," there was an awkward silence and Sarutobi coughed tyring to break it. It failed horribly.
Sakura opened her mouth to say something, "Didn't you think it was funny?"
Sarutobi, Jiraiya, and Orochimaru flashed eachother one-second glances. "Uh, we're laughing on the inside." said Jiraiya.
Sakura skipped along the sidewalk and bounced happily. If she could, she would announce to the whole world about her successful interview. Unfortunetly, teacher's in the real world could hardly afford anything. Their pay checks are unbelievably low. But at an all boy's school, owned by one of the richest man in Japan, she could own a mansion by next year!
Skipping and skipping like there was no tomorrow, she hummed a tune.
She had nothing to worry about. Teaching is probably the easiest job known on the planet. All it is, is just a personlecturing a whole bunch of stupid teenagers who know absolutely nothing at allabout anything. Nothing big, nothing special, nothing to worry about. Besides, she graduate top of her class. Second, but that was still a pretty good honor.
Otherwise, if teaching starts off as a big rip, then she'll simply quit. It's not like there aren't any other job offers in Japan. Sakura sighed. Quiting and finding another job isn't as easy as it sounds. She'll just have to stick with the teaching, even if the students totally suck.
But she was postively sure Sarutobi-san wouldn't place herwith a pathetic bunch of wrecked up, low life, students. He wouldn't do that...or so she thought...
But anyways, as soon as the semester is over, she'll be able to go shopping and pick out cute outfits! Now thats a topic worth thinking about.
Thinking about shopping for clothing and shoes and what not? Sakura bumped into someone, carelessly.
"OW!" she fell to the floor.
"Watch it." the bored, yet low voice hissed.
Sakura back tracked. Ok, she was talking to herself about shoes, and she bumped into someone. Who? She squinted her eyes and looked up. Feeling a chill crawl up her spine, she shuddered. Assuming that he wasn't looking and bumped into her on accident, she shrugged off her angry facade.
"Who are you?"
The boy with a surprsingly beautiful face, despite his horrible attitude, grunted. Definitely had a rich, selfish, love-myself-only vibe.
"Uchiha." he replied bluntly. "Uchiha Sasuke."