A/N: Yes, the first chapter was crappy. Whatevs. (:
Oh, and Sakura has my car - I love him so much. His name is Ozzy. Be jealous.

Still no have spell check, don't bitch about spelling erros.

Justify

Chapter T w o

Sakura hated school. She hated being locked in the pretty ivory-colored building, with the wrought-iron arch in front that had "Kunoichi Preparatory" engraved on the top.

She hated the navy blue pleated skirt with the crisp white oxford shirt, the black mary-janes, white and navy argyle knee-length socks, and the muted red tie around her neck.

Then again, Sakura had always confused love and hate. It was in the family genes.

She headed downstairs where her grandmother was muttering something to herself as she stood hunched over her wooden work bench.

Knowing words would snap her out of "her zone", Sakura simply stepped more harshly than usual, as to alert her to her presence, and continued into the kitchen. After a few more low words, her grandmother turned around with a soft smile.

"Ah, Sakura-chan, you're up." She nodded to herself, setting down the doll pieces onto the bench.

"Good mornin'," Sakura smiled, making her way over to the fridge and pulling out an apple - her daily breakfast.

"Sasori-kun already left, dear," Sakura was surprised at that; her brother usually didn't leave until ten minutes before the start of his class, and the University was a good eight minutes away.

"Are you sure he even came home, Chiyo-baa-sama?" Chiyo 'hm'ed before laughing.

"That's more like him! For such a quiet boy, he's awfully social!" She rambled on. Sakura tuned her out as she filled her bento with chirashizushi - scattered sushi - left over from last night. She had to restrain herself from eating it on the spot; sushi was her favorite thing to eat, hands down.

From inside the coat closet she could faintly hear her cell phone ring - I got passion in my pants and I ain't afraid to show it, I'm sexy and I know it - and she rolled her eyes. Ino.

"Saku-ra!" Ino sang before Sakura could even say a word.

"STD tramp," Sakura replied, looking down at her shiny gold nails. Chiyo cackled.

"Slutzilla," Ino quipped, "ANYWAY. Back to more important things."

"Such as...?"

Ino sighed. "My partyyy, duh! I swear to God, if you bought shitty decorations..."

It was Sakura's turn to sigh as she rubbed her temples. "Yes. I bought shitty decorations - My Little Pony, with the matching plastic plate set."

"Cool beans. Fuck ya later!" Once Ino hung up, Sakura rolled her eyes. That had to be Ino's way of ending every conversation.

Chiyo cleared her throat, alerting Sakura that she was still there. But she wasn't referring to the cursing-

"Now, Sakura-chan, how can you leave your dear old grandmother alone on a Friday night?" She smiled sweetly, but Sakura knew that smile. Chiyo was still crafty in her old age, and she was always trying to get what she wanted, whether someone liked it or not.

However, being exposed to it all her life, Sakura was immune.

"Easily," She replied just as sweetly, "I could drop you off at a retirement home if you'd like some company," Chiyo simply huffed, before turning on her heel and heading back to the work bench.

"Whatever. Just don't come home drunk, even if you're not driving. Sleep on Ino's roof for all I care!" She shook her head, starting to mutter to herself again. Sakura looked after her grandmother for a moment; the woman was a genius at hiding her emotions, so she was curious if she was sincerely upset that Sakura drank, or the fact that both her grandchildren would be out drinking - Sasori was a college kid and spent the majority of his time at other people's homes downing beer, and Sakura was a relatively popular teenage girl, of course parties would be begging her to attend - while she sat home alone that night.

She pondered, for a second, if she should call her aunt Tsunade, but immediately decided against it. That woman was the reason why both Sasori and Sakura drank as much as they did with half the consequences; alcoholism was a part of their freaking DNA.

"Saturday night is all us," Sakura assured, "we can even start designing that poison you talked about before." Poison - that was kind of the "family business", or an extension of it. The Haruno family tree always had some aspect of life or death in it, they were famous for their advancements in the medical career, but also a fine designer of poisons and toxins, which was then sold to the government.

Chiyo smirked at that, causing Sakura's eye to twitch. So, the little witch was just playing her. Sigh. It figures.

"I'm looking forward to it, Sakura-chan~!" Chiyo sang out as she turned away. Sakura shook her head before grabbing the keys to her shiny silver Nissan Altima - it wasn't a flashy car, but it was just adorable and she loved it - and was on her way to school before her grandmother could con her into promising anything else.

Halfway to the pretty building she loved-hated, her phone rang again - burn down every bridge that I found and I limit myself to a six-gun-quota - and she immediately fished it out. After all, Sasori never called her. Ever.

"What's wrong?" She voiced out, and the other line was silent for a minute.

"You have no plans tonight, I assume?" His voice was tight and pained, as if he resented saying this. Her eyes narrowed.

"I do, actually, not that you'd know." He scoffed.

"Well you have different plans now."

"No. You're-"

"Congratulations," He began dryly, "you get to come to dinner with me tonight at my friend's house to befriend his girl-cousin starting at your school Monday." Then he hung up and Sakura almost screamed.