(Dream Based)

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Theme Song: Maybe It's Maybeline -Relient K-

Chapter Two: Violent Much?

Rating: T for language, violence and sexual reference.

Summary: She was beautiful. She was smart. She was 15. She was Haruno Sakura, and she was in love with a figment of her imagination.

Disclaimer: I do not own NARUTO, Masashi Kishimoto does. Also, Ishimaru Asuka and Akimoto Kumiko belong to the ever brilliant Ishimaruk21 and uchiha-kumiko on deviantART. Go visit them!

Just a warning, this is where I start using Japanese words for the story. If you don't know what one of them means don't worry, I've provided a mini dictionary at the end of the story along with some reference to things you might not get. Also, I will be using OCs starting here, because I have already used up most of the NARUTO characters I can remember, and there are some characters I'm reserving for especial purposes.

With all that aside, enjoy.

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Violent Much?

I loved Naruto and I knew that. So why was it that I felt strange and different that time when I spoke to him

But honestly, I think it should have been clear from the second time he 'saved' me.

Too bad I had no idea what fryer I was jumping into…

Oh boy.

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You have four messages!

Hello! This is Karin, I'm sorry I can't be here right now, but if you leave a-! SUIGETSU! Put the machine down right now

Hmm… Nah, I don't feel like it witch.

Suigetsu…!

Hi people calling me and not the hag…

HEY!!

How do you feel? Good? GREAT! Because I'm going to chop your limbs-

GIVE ME THAT!!

ACK!!

Well then, never mind my psychotic roommate… Please leave a message af-

BEEP!

… Umm… Hi? It's Konan… If you're still alive by three a clock do you want to grab some pizza with Sakura, some of my friends and I?

Yeah… Call me back.

BEEP!

The hell?

Oh right! Hey Karin, it's me Sakura, I don't know if Konan already called you, but we where planning to grab some pizza later at three with some friends. Call me back!

BEEP!!

……………

Ok…

Yo! Suigetsu, it's you cousin Kisame, and I just wanted to see what you had on your answering machine, so there.

Nice harpy you have there, don't get maimed by-

BEEP!

Ne, ne! Karin-chan it's me Naruto. Could you please tell Sakura-chan to call me? She hasn't been picking up any of my calls, dattebayo!

BEEP!!

You have zero messages!

SLAM!!

"Heheheh…"

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"Wow…" Konan said slowly, her expression was of surprise. "Did you really do that? I mean, it was school property after all…"

Karin simply nodded as we followed the small line of students. It was only the second day of school, when we arrived we got a chance to explore the school a bit, and then get ours stuff settled, including the answering machine, alarm clocks and all that junk that is shoved down our throats when we have cell phones that are perfectly capable of doing both jobs.

Unfortunately for the school, they now only had nine hundred ninety-eight, considering Karin smashed her own to bits. Which brings up back to my friends' conversation.

"… And that baka of a roommate I had just laughed in my face and went back to sleep." I heard Karin murmur sourly as Konan chuckled softly, twirling a strand of her hair while saying something along the lines of 'I'm not saying anything.' (1)

I smiled, that's Konan and Karin for you.

Focusing in front of me again, I tilted my head to the side and jumped up a little, trying to see how far away my homeroom teacher was, and just how many people where in front of me.

It was only then that I noticed we where in the end of the line, and that the homeroom teacher and literature teacher, Ishimaru Asuka, if I remember correctly, was already trying to find the door keys through her messy collection of keys.

She spoke up after a while of sorting through, "Alright kids, I hope you don't mind a slightly dusty class room, they ran out of rooms to put groups in because of the over-flood."

A few students nodded, and others muttered in response.

The door creaked open while Ishimaru-sensei opened it, allowing us to go in.

The lights went on and I almost instantly began coughing and waving my hands in front of my face. Slightly dusty? I looked at the classroom, dust was coming out of everywhere, and if I was to guess this room hadn't been used in room.

My eyes where started to get irritated from so much dust as I continued to look around. Maybe if they took out all of the boxes and cabinets and large old books and rusty pointed educational things and desks and computers and freezers and chalkboards and oh-my-God-did-that-thing-just-move, maybe, just maybe it would be bearable.

And boy, was that a big maybe.

I heard some people start protesting behind me, but one in specific caught my attention, it was a slightly muffled, voice, it wasn't either deep, or high pitched, it was just in between, making it hard to guess age, it had a little sultry tone to it, but it was a boy, most definitely.

"Sempai…" there was a pause and come coughs, "The dust is getting into my eye…!" I heard the voice whine, making me wonder why it said 'eye' instead of 'eyes'.

"So? I don't see why you baby it so much, you're even wearing goggles most of the time, un." Another voice countered, it was also male, but it was deeper, much deeper, it sounded almost annoyed.

"But sempai!" the other voice whined back, coughing a few times in between. "I don't want to go completely blind."

"Life's not fair, deal with it, un. Now stop covering your mouth."

"But-!"

"Oi! Stop bickering!" this voice I recognize as Ishimaru-sensei, it was when she was standing in front of me that I realized I had been eavesdropping into the conversation of two people I didn't even know.

Now that is creepy.

"Ne, ne!" she called out as everyone quieted down, stopping their conversations.

"It looks like this classroom is a little more dirty than expected…" She sighed, and the murmurs picked up again.

"We're going to have to do something about this soon…" She looked around a bit; "I'll have to talk to Tsunade-sama about this later."

I nodded, smiling. I remember Tsunade-sama, she was the principal here, a bit scary at first, especially when she gets mad, because seriously, I swore that when she punched that wall to make everyone at the assembly this morning shut up it cracked. But I think she's capable of being our principal.

"Now let's get to it!"

I blinked as I realized that I had spaced out for a while, because either Asuka-sensei had been speaking very, very fast, or I had spaced out a lot, because I hadn't heard any instructions.

It was only when a broom got shoved into my arms that I realized what we where going to do. Clean. Oh boy. For any girl, this would be a cinch, but not for me. Reason? Let's just say I've spent my whole life focusing on my studies and having fun than doing house chores.

You'd think that after fifteen years and almost five months I would have at picked up a bit. But no, I was more busy trying to get some A's and spending countless hours in the mall or on the phone with Naruto.

I sighed and looked around, going back to reality-land. Maybe if I stared at some other girl who was sweeping I could pick up something and not make a fool out of myself.

There was this girl with black hair also sweeping the floor, Akimoto Kumiko if I remembered clearly, she seemed rather good at it too, and so I stared for a few seconds and tried to copy her movements. I placed my right hand on the top and my left hand lower down.

I tried testing it out first by sweeping back and forth, taking a step backwards. I looked back at the same girl I had been watching. She was now sweeping all the dust and dirt into a pile.

Imitating her movements I started sweeping all the dirt and junk I had accumulated into a small pile, it was simpler than I thought as long as I kept imitating her movements. Taking a step back I collected some more dirt, and then I took another, and another, and another, and-

"Oof!"

And with a loud 'clack' from my broom hitting the floor I realized I had walked right into someone. Wow, I seemed to be doing that a lot lately.

The position was a bit awkward too, considering that I was basically sitting on this person's back, so I sat up, my face burning with embarrassment.

I quickly spun around to apologize but instead hit my face right against the person's chest. The person's… built… strong… chest. Oh crap.

"Oh my God! I am so sorry!" we both said at the same time, it wasn't until we where both laughing that I realized we both had said the same thing, and that my voice had been several octaves higher than usual from panic.

First thing I noticed was the jacket, which I was pretty sure was against the school's dress code, then was the way his fingers fidgeted while rubbing against a variety of rings on his fingers, especially against a ring that was placed on his left thumb, he wore black fingerless gloves, which where also most likely against the dress code, and where those big, sharp spikes in the soles of his shoes? Oh boy, he could put out someone's eye with those things. Another thing I noticed was the repetitive use of some weird fan symbol in his clothes, they seemed oddly familiar, but I just couldn't put my finger on it.

However, I hadn't noticed I was fidgeting myself while my eyes traveled upwards to meet his eyes.

Wow, big let down.

Besides from the fact that this person's skin was deadly pale, almost to the point where I could say he hasn't seen the sun for ages, and that his hair was black and spiky I couldn't tell much more.

Reason?

He was wearing a pair of orange goggles and a construction mask that covered the lower part of his face, probably so the dust wouldn't be a bother. But I could tell that he was wearing an eye patch over his right eye and that his left eye was a dark color, gray, possibly.

We stood there, laughing awkwardly for a few seconds, which felt like an eternity, really, until he gave one awkward cough and bent to pick up his mop, I followed his example, which wasn't a good idea to be honest, and the moment I bent down, he bent up, resulting in one painful head bump.

Note To Self; Orange goggles are the most painfully hard kind of goggles.

As we stood up, my free hand almost instantly going to rub the sore spot in my forehead, we both chuckled at our own clumsiness, I looked up at him again, he had lifted up his goggles and was now rubbing around his eye, whining about something so fast that I didn't pick up any of it.

… And the he spoke.

"So sorry about that." He said, laughing. "I wasn't looking where I was going."

This caused me to blink, I was pretty sure I was the one who ran over him.

"Huh…? But wasn't I the one who was walking backwards and ran over you?"

He lifted up a brow in confusion, "Huh? That's weird? I swore I ran over you…"

I smiled, "Maybe we ran over each other?"

He simply laughed at this and shrugged, scratching his neck. "Maybe."

I could have sworn his eyes traveled over my body twice and then stopped at my broom as soon as his face took a slight tinge.

Psh, yeah right. I must be imagining things.

"Are you sweeping?" he asked, managing to sound innocent, even though he was practically towering over me.

I blushed in embarrassment. "Hai… But I don't think you can call it sweeping, I think I'm making more of a mess than the room already had."

He chuckled slyly at this. "First cleaning?"

I gaped at him. How did he know!?

"Are you some fortune reader or something, because you hit the bulls eye dead on."

He winked, "Nah, I'm just a good boy like that."

I snorted.

"No, seriously, how did you know that?"

"Wait, I was right?" he replied, sounding smug and surprised at the same time. "I was right!"

I just rolled my eyes and nodded.

"Right… How'd you know?"

He leaned against his mop and opened his mouth to speak. Unfortunately, his idea wasn't the brightest one and the mop slipped from under his arm, resulting in one nasty face plant.

He groaned and rolled on the floor as he held his face, throwing various colorful words that I had never heard before. And trust me, that's saying a lot when you have Tayuya for a sister.

I bent down and smiled sheepishly.

"Need some help?"

He looked up at me between his fingers.

"Yes please…"

I grabbed him wrists and hoisted him up.

Strange… I imagined someone as tall as him to be… heavier.

He rubbed the back of his neck and laughed nervously. "So-Sorry, that kinda slipped…"

I grinned playfully. "No duh." That alone caused him to huff and cross his arms.

"I meant the words…" he muttered.

"Right… So… How did you know?" I asked, after a while.

He began fidgeting with his rings again.

"Oh, let's just say I said that to someone a long time ago."

I nodded. "Ah…"

He then grabbed my wrists with not warning and placed the broom between my hands, placing them in position.

"Here, I'll teach you."

I could only nod dumbstruck as he began to move my hands in a sweeping motion, and to say the truth, I couldn't believe than a guy was doing a better job than my sister at sweeping.

"Wow… You're good."

He shrugged, still moving me around.

"It's kinda a necessity when you live with two cousins and a lazy uncle."

I laughed. "I can't believe you're better than most girls."

He snorted. "What can I say, I'm a good boy." He laughed. "You say it like it's the eight wonder…"

I simply shrugged and continued to allow him to help. "Well, it should be. I mean, it isn't every day you see a straight guy who knows how to clean." Without even thinking I turned my head and neared my face to his to the point where I was crossed eyed.

"You are straight…?"

He nearly choked the moment I finish speaking. He managed to choke out some incoherent words before speaking again.

"W-What the?" He glared at me playfully, "Have you never thought that maybe straight guys make wonderful cleaners?"

"Or that maybe, long ago women only sat in a sofa and pigged out of popcorn while watching football?" he added with a playful tone.

I raised a brow. "Ha! Don't make me laugh. The day a guy can clean better than a girl giant animals will attack the planet."

His smirk widened as he nodded sagely. "Then will you care to explain why I'm teaching you to sweep right now?"

I flushed. "Umm…"

"Exactly, see?"

I pouted in a playful matter. "You're evil…"

He frowned. "Aw, I'm not evil, I'm a good boy!"

I snorted. "Sure you are…"

He chuckled and kept moving my hands around, dragging me a little backwards and pilling all the dust and dirt into a small pile.

I looked again at him and opened my mouth to speak, but before I could even begin to make a sound and the sound of something falling and shattering came to me.

"GAH!! YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT, UN!!"

I saw him visibly pale before he let go on my hands, for some reason I felt a little sad after this.

"Umm… I got to go, before my sempai murders someone." He took as step back as he waved. "Bye Pink-chan!"

I stared for a few seconds as he pushed his way through the other students, some which where backing away in fear.

I saw from the corner of my eye Karin approaching me, but I didn't pay attention, too confused by what just happened. And I didn't respond to her question of 'Who was that?' because I couldn't.

Mainly, because it was only after the words 'Pink-chan' sank in that I realize we never learnt each other's names.

"I… Don't know. But…" I smiled playfully, "He was a good boy."

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Thursday August 17: First day of school, Sakura bumps into stranger.

Friday August 18: Second day of school, Sakura gets dubbed as 'Flower-chan'.

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Sorry for the wait! But this chapter went through some serious surgery to make it out. I have like seven alternate beginnings for this, and that my friend, is very sad, considering how short and boring this one was. But don't worry; it's necessary so the plot can get good.

Anyways, here's the 'dictionary'.

1) This gesture is done when you want to discretely say someone is crazy without many people noticing.

Baka: Idiot.

Sensei: Teacher

Sempai: A way of addressing your superior.

Un: Yes said with your mouth closed.

Oi: Hey!

Ne, Ne: Hey, Hey! (To call someone's attention)

Hai: Yes.

Dattebayo: Naruto's favorite word. It can't be traduced.

Next Chapter: After our meeting I couldn't stop thinking of possible scenarios where we would meet again, find out each other's names and become friends. But of course, not everything is picture perfect.

Get ready for new heights, one very clumsy Uchiha, and an even clumsier Haruno.

Special Thanks To: vine, super-rat, CKw, eternallyfallingsnow.

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Revision History

Sunday, November 18, 2007: Fixed some errors I made regarding the plot line.