Author's Note:
Hey guys! I'm sorry I haven't updated in a long time. First I had Halloween, then there was an anime convention that I was going to. Which was amazing, by the way. Let's see, I know that this is short...and the POV is going to be 3rd person. At least, that I know of. I know that it's short, I'm really sorry...I just have a lot on my mind. Tomorrow there's no school, so hopefully I'll get into the swing of this story. Hopefully. Gah. xD
Dedication:
Kyle and Jiyong,Youmacon was amazing!
Disclaimer:
I do not own Naruto. Unfortunately.
Sakura Haruno stood in the crowded New York airport, her feet tapping. It was just like her father to be like this, to be late. She didn't know her father well, but after a few glasses of wine or just when she was in the mood to rant about the world being such a cruel, harsh place—Sakura would hear some, well, colorful stories about her father. Her mother never was one who wanted to keep her mouth shut. Perhaps Sakura had inherited that element, as well.
The plane had landed almost two hours ago. Sakura had been dead nervous on the plane, and she had been reluctant to exit the plane, but some three year old kid had sneezed early on in the flight. And, you know what they say about air circulating over, and over, and over on a plane, and all Sakura could think about was inhaling toddler snot. Sakura was so hungry that her stomach literally felt hollow. She glanced at her suitcase, how much longer would he be?
Sakura left her suitcase close to an airport police officer, and rummaged around in her pocket and produced a few crumpled dollar bills and a few lonesome coins. Sakura exhaled deeply and stared up at the fluorescent-lit menu. "I'll have a coffee. And a bagel." She said, looking down at the dollar. "Scratch the bagel." All she needed was some caffeine. Even if she was on the verge of utter starvation, she could at least handle it, if she was awake.
Sakura took the styrofoam cup, the contact to her hand made her shiver. She didn't bother thanking the security guard, since he hadn't moved from his position since she left, and it wasn't like she had even asked him to babysit her bag while she ordered food. Err, coffee. She hauled the back to the seat that she had left, which was still unoccupied, fortunately. Sakura was way too exhausting at the moment.
"Sakura?"
It was human nature for someone to raise their head when someone called their name. She wasn't going to ignore it, so she did just that, looked up. In front of her was a man that she instantly recognized as her father. She hadn't seen him since four years ago when he stayed at a hotel near the house for Christmas, but then had to leave because he got called back. Sakura's father, Kouhei, was a record label producer, and part of the reason that Sakura rarely saw him.
"Hi, Ko—Dad." Sakura had gotten so used to calling him by his first name, that calling him 'Dad' would be more than awkward.
Sakura was glad that he opted out of the awkward homecoming hug, and instead took her bag from her and held it effortlessly. Since when had her Father gotten to be so strong? Oh well, there were probably lots of things that she didn't know about him, that she'd learn about him on this trip, vacation, life, whatever it's called.
He asked her a few half-hearted questions that seemed mandatory as they walked along. How school was, did she have a boyfriend, how were her friends. Sakura replied each and every one of them, as painful as it was—she was acing all of her classes, she laughed at the boyfriend question, and mumbled something about her friends. Sakura didn't have many friends back home. Or should I say, back at her old house.
They approached a small car, that wasn't too stand out-ish. Not a sports car, and not a mini-van. Sakura wouldn't feel exactly comfortable cruising around with her middle aged father in a sports car, and certainly not a mini-van, either. The radio was on while they drove, but it was light jazz. Nothing like the pop queens that her mother had on constantly.
Sakura decided to stare out the window at the passing buildings, a sigh escaping her lips.
The car suddenly pulled into a drive way and Sakura snapped out of her haze.
"Here we are, at my humble abode," Kouhei said with a hint of proudness in his voice. Sakura whipped her seatbelt off and walked around the car to get her bag, but her father had got it first.
Sakura didn't protest. She decided to enter the house first, noting the weeds and the gravel practically coating the entire outside. So yardwork wasn't something he was into. Great. Sakura looked around the small, dirty house.
"Well," She said, setting down her purse and wiping her hands on the back of her jeans. "It's gonna need some work."
