Symphony of Life
Summary: My name is Sakura Haruno. I'm seventeen years old in my junior year of highschool. So far in life I've had a total of zero boyfriends and one half a guy friend. That would be Naruto. Boy's are just. . .So immature. All they think about is their next 'screw'. My best-friend, Ino, dragged me to Naruto's late night party, against my will mind you, and thats when I first met him. I knew the second I saw him this wouldn't be the end. Not by a long shot. But, I had no idea what was instore for me later on. I don't regret any of it. Every akaward situation and every argument with my parents and every evil glare was one hundred percent worth it. 'Cause guess what. Sasuke Uchiha. . .is mine, and this is how I got him.
Rating: T-M; not sure if it may go up.
Pairing: Sasuke Uchiha and Sakura Haruno
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Full credit goes to Kishimoto-sama! I do however own this story, Symphony of life, and any origional character I place with in it. The idea is mine. No stealing.
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Chapter 2
Whatever possessed me to agree to this was definately on satin's side. I cursed the calander. I cursed the job I had. I cursed Kakashi. I even cursed Naruto for bringing it up when all the previous things I cursed left me with no plans on a Friday night.
Wasn't the party that he threw just last night enough?
No, apparently not.
It was times like these that made me wonder how the hell we were friends in the first place. I mean, I was quiet and to myself while Naruto. . .Naruto was loud and couldn't keep something to himself if it cost him his life- Which at one time it did. . .
I'll refrain from bringing that up, just to prove my point. I can keep my mouth shut about things better left unsaid.
Migi wo mukeba Kokoro wo tsujiru hito mo inaku sabishii
I paused, placing down the pen in my hand that I was using to write up what I'd observed today with my mentor, Kakashi, in the court house.
Hidari
mukeba Boku igai ni mukerareta tanoshii kaiwa
My cell phone rang from atop my dresser. I sighed,pushing out my desk chair as I got to my feet.
Nigedashitai Munashisa dake ga tsunotteku kono heya kara
Quickly I crossed the room picking my small cell phone up.
Nani ni warai nani wo kanjite ima koko ni irunodarou-
I flipped open the cell and breifly glance at the name highlighted before pushing the answer button.
"What?" I asked, not attempting to hide the annoyance in my voice. I heard a 'tsk' come from the other line.
"Get that stick out of you're ass."
"Naruto. . .," I replied, not at all surprised. "What do you want?"
"Are you comming or not?" Aa. Of course.
Naruto had been begging me to come to one of the school functions with him. Did I want to go?
Fuck no. Would I go?
. . .Well. . .I have my reasons for agreeing to this. You see, this is one of those things where the students bring their parents or guarians in and they all gossip with your friends parents and exchange embarassing info with your teachers that they'll later use against you. Konoha does these during the grades Kindergarden, First grade, Fifth grade, Sixth grade, Nineth grade, and Eleventh grade. The one for Twelth grade is called 'graduation'.
Now, it was a rule that all students must do this unless they had a valid reason why the couldn't. Like, parent's on a business trip. In Naruto's case, his parents were dead. So, here I was, being asked by my bestfriend, to come and take their place.
I had no idea how I'd pull that off. When I had to do these My mother always came. Then, when I was sixteen I'd graduated. My mother had died shortly before that leaving me with my Brother whom only enjoyed fucking my life up and a father who didn't give a shit what happened to me. Since my father was the only valid parent and or guardian I had, he attended as was customed and completely embarassed the hell out of me.
"Mr.
Uchiha, it's a pleasure to meet you," my highschool teacher, Mr.
Anzo, said to my father. A pleasure? This is anything but. I stood
silently beside my father. I'd dug my hands so deep in to the pockets
of my baggy jeans it looked like I bearly had forearms. I kept my
gaze on the ground. If I was lucky he'd be in a very untalkitive mood
today and only grunt periodically. "A pleasure I'm sure,"
My father replied. Well, there went that theory. Well, he was being
polite. . .Maybe he decided to not embarass me. I mean, this was
graduation after all. He could at least pretend to like me for an
hour. Mr. Anzo smiled kindly. "You must be so proud of
your son." Proud. . .uh. . .last night he let Itachi chase me
around the house trying to 'hug' me, which we both knew translated in
to, 'give Sasuke a headlock so tight he'll turn purple and give him a
noogie so hard he'll feel it a week later'. Mr. Anzo's gaze turned to
me. I met his eyes for a moment before averting my eyes else where.
Oh, a crow. Look at that. . .I tried to drown out what my father
responded with. It wasn't hard. He didn't respond. "Graduating
at sixteen. . .I've never had the pleasure of teaching a student so
capable. . ." He must have realized my father wasn't paying much
attention. I heard him give a grunt in responce. I felt my fathers
gaze on me and turned my head slightly. Then I heard him say
words. "I guess you're not a I knew
thats how he felt. He's said it to me alot at home, but. . .Did he
have to say it so "But. . .Mr. Uchiha he's-," My father cut him
off. Bud, unless you have something to say about my brother, my
father doesn't want to hear it. He doesn't give a rats ass. I wanted
to say that, but had to bite my tounge.
Finally, he said the one thing that made
me snap. "Ah, not to be rude but, doesn't Sasuke's mother
usually attend these events? This is the only time I've seen you, his
father, take part. . .," Ms. Delmena questioned. My father's
attitude probibally clued her in on why he never attended. It was
pure curiosuty as to why he took 'intrest' now to come and not let my
mother do it. "Yes, but, unforunately, Mikoto passed
away." I narrowed my eyes at the crow. Yeah, passed away.
"Sasuke, ran her to her grave." And thats where I
snapped. He was not going to get away with say that I
spun right there and socked him right in the kisser. He stumbled back
while I yelled a profaniy at him. I got it all out right there. Every
fucking thing I've kept locked up for the last sixteen years came
spewing out at him. I let him know just how much I hated him. I let
him know What did he say? Oh. . .She's just under the
weather. My ass that was it. Fugaku, I refuse to call that man
father, refused to get her treatment and my mother didn't argue. He
thought 'stress' was the problem. Because I was always hanging around
my mother, if I messed up she fixed it. If i needed help, she helped.
When I was little I was glued to her no matter what. Somehow, my
dilusional father linked 'stress' to me, like I was some virus she
caught. Oh, better look out! Spend years with Sasuke and
you'll catch his every killing virus! 'The Sasuke'! . . .What a
dumbass. . . Now I'm his scape goat. Well, not anymore. And I
let him know that too. I let him know every little thing he made me
feel. I let him know what an ass he was. I didn't care if the whole
school was watching or not. Personally, I wasn't even concious they
were there. He yelled back at me of course, but I was alot
louder. Loudest I've ever been. I shoved him backwards, into a
refreshment table and spun on my heel. Last words I ever said to him
I'll keep to myself. I went straight home that night and
packed my bags. I crashed in a hotel, for one night. The next morning
I snagged a shitty job and went straight to college, staying in the
dorms. I've never seen or heard from the dirty bastard
again.
For
a while the teacher came over to my father one by one to engage in
conversation. I was wrong for once. My father loved talking about me.
He just adored
talking about my 'screw up's'. If it was something he could point
out, he did it then. Shot down everything I ever did. Somehow he even
managed to make my one hundred percent average since kindergarden
look like a failure.
Well. . .I knew what it was like to not have parent's, or good ones anyway and have to face the school that way. I guess thats what had me suck it up and go with Naruto rather then leave him on his lonesome to confront the school.
"Yeah, I'm comming, Naruto," I said. I held back a sigh. I didn't want to kill Naruto's mood. Not that, that was possible. I could just tell, he was grinning on the other line.
"Oh, Thanks a load, teme!" Naruto exclaimed. I did grunt at that.
"I told you to stop saying that. . .," I muttered.
"Remember, it's in thirty minnutes and I need you to pick me up!"
"Aa, I won't forget. I'm just going to finish up this report." I heard a feint, 'eh?' on the other line from Naruto.
"Report?" Yep, I knew he'd be confused.
"I'm an understudy of Kakashi's, remember?" I asked.
"Oh, right, right!" He didn't remember.
"I'll be there in fifteen." It won't take me more time then that to finish another few sentences and get ready to go. Naruto lived pretty close as well. It was only a five minnute drive to his house.
I waited for Naruto's, 'Okay, then I'll get ready!', before hanging up and putting the phone in my pocket this time.
Thirty minnutes until I went to Northern Konoha school instead of the Southern one.
No one there knew me except for Naruto.
So, why couldn't I shake this feeling that something was going to happen tonight?
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I looked over at Naruto. He looked about ready to vomit, his face a pale green. His throat moved. I really hope he didn't just swallow vomit.
...I'd just gotten the leather interior of my car cleaned, and I can't afford to clean it again. In such case I asked, truely concerned, if he was alright.
"Oi, are you going to get sick in my car?"
"Ngh-," Naruto made some gurgle noise turning to me. "I'm fine. . .," He muttered out. "Just nervious." He turned his head to look out the window again. His fists clenched. One at his stomach, the other on the knee of his pants. I waited a total three seconds before pulling the car over.
Naruto was out chucking up the contents of his stomach with in the sixth second, safely out of perimiter of my shiny black car. I slipped out of my seatbelt, leaning over Naruto's seat to grab a handful of napkins out of the glove box.
"You doing okay?" I asked, slipping five napkins in my hand. I heard a muffled moan before the gaging noises came again. I slid back in to my seat, poping open my door and got out before shuffling to the other side of the car.
Naruto was hunched over the tall grass. His hands clutched his stomach threw his school blazer. Ignoreing the vomit speckled grass I crossed over and placed a hand on his back rubbing my thumb slightly. Naruto tensed and dry heaved for a second before coughing. I handed him a napkin as he bean taking in deep shakey breaths.
"Think you're done now?" I asked him as he wiped his mouth. Naruto nodded his head. I grabbed another napkin and wiped off a couple spots he missed. I scrunched my noise up at the scent of vomit. "Wait here," I said before walking back to the car. I dug threw the back seat before finding what I was looking for.
A bottle of 'pure life' water.
I quickly made my way back to Naruto while wetting the third napkin. "Look up," I told him tossing the half empty bottle on the ground. Naruto made a face.
"You drank out of that." I gave him an annoied glare.
"And I'm cleaning vomit off your face. So suck it up." I'm glad he's a good listener when told to. Though, he did pout. I scrubbed his face with the damp cloth before tossing it with the other two. We washed our hands with the rest of the water and dried our hands, and his mouth, with the last two napkins before slipping back in to my car and driving off again.
Luckily Naruto haden't gotten anything on his clothes.
"Don't be nervious," I told him, seeing him get uneasy again.
Naruto frowned. "I know. . .," he mubbled. "It's just. . .I'm. . .-," Naruto didn't say anything more. He didn't have to. I already knew perfectily well what he was feeling. I'd gone threw something similar. His pain wasn't something foreign to me.
Perhaps thats the reason I got out of the car to wipe vomit off his face in the middle of the night and areed to take him to the school function. I watched him fumble with his school uniform top nerviously. I turned my attention to the road.
Another minute went by accompanied by the shuffle his hands made. I let out a heavy sigh. I took one hand off he wheel and reached over placing my hand over his making him stop and look at me. I noticed out of my perphial vision the frozen look of anxiety on his face. Carefully I moved his hands away from his shirt and let them go.
I put my hand back on the wheel. "Stop worrying. I'll be there, remember?"
There were a couple moments of silence. I heard Naruto shift in his seat again.
"Sasuke. . .This means alot to me. Thank you." There was silence again.
He didn't have to say that. I knew how much this meant to him. How important it was, even if he didn't show it or act like it. But, as I knew that, he knew that as well.
"For everything."
His voice cracked heavily.
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Symphony of Life
Chapter
2
Parent or Guardian or Neither?:
complete
Posted on:
August 27, 2008. 3:50pm, EST.
Author:
NaniNeko.
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Author Notes:
Sasuke's cell phone ring tone was, "Koritsu Hospital", By Antic Cafe.
Migi
wo mukeba Kokoro wo tsujiru hito mo inaku sabishii
Hidari mukeba
Boku igai ni mukerareta tanoshii kaiwa
Nigedashitai Munashisa dake
ga tsunotteku kono heya kara
Nani ni warai nani wo kanjite ima
Koko ni irunodarou
Turn
to the right Nobody to relate to, loneliness sets in
Turn to the
left Everybody but me in animated conversation
Want to run away
From this room that fills me with emptiness
What am I laughing
about? What am I feeling? What is it that brings me here?
Also, I'm sorry about the parts that say 'line' and for any spelling mistakes and gramme mistakes that may be within this. If there are any missing words, I appologize for that too. The editor is being a real pain and is deleting words and grouping paragraphs when I try to save chages to the document.
Hopefully this is the only chapter that will happen to.
