Hello everyone!

So here's the new chapter of WB, hope you'll like it!

So far I'm kinda trying to make something like an introduction to the story, how it got to be what it is and all, the plot'll get 'thicker' per say, as the story goes along!

Anyway...

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A.N. I do not own Naruto or its characters, nor do I own Linkin Park or their songs. This plot, it's plot and everything related to it, was made through my imagination, so please do not plagiarize.

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The sentence that started it all: In which Sakura... goes to the Garden.

Details: (prompts)

AU

High School

Hentai level 5 !

Written while listening to Linkin Park

Anyway...

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Wisteria Blues

Summary: Books were her friends, charcoal & ink her allies, music her escape and photography her outlet. So... what was he?

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Part II - Points of Authority

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~~ .: vi :. ~~

His breath brushed again her neck, his chest brushing against her back. She stood still, suspicious, eyes set in a cold stare.

"Let's make a bet." One of his arms was wrapped around her, just below her breasts, holding her arms. His free hand, he had it on her waist, his fingers fiddling with the edge of her jeans.

"Didn't I already tell you to fuck off?" he chuckled, his breath brushing against her skin. She wished it disgusted her. It didn't.

"I did. Last night." oh dear lord, he was a pig.

"You're disgusting." He chuckled and his fingers on her jeans dipped lower and inside, fiddling with her underwear.

"And you wouldn't want everyone to know the truth, now would you?" her eyes narrowed. What was the jackass talking about?

"Truth?" she sounded skeptical. His breath felt warm against her neck.

"Oh yeah." She felt more than heard him. "The truth about how Miss Asia isn't as composed and behaved as she seems." She laughed—empty and mocking.

"You think I care about what people think?" she shifted and he tightened his hold on her. "I don't give a shit dude." She turned her head so she could see his face. His eyes—onyx in color—had a dark quality to them that had nothing to do with color. The smirk was gone.

"If I did—" she shifted again. His hand slid away from her jeans, though his other arm stayed around her waist when she turned, her side to his chest. "—I wouldn't've dyed my hair." His eyes narrowed. His arm tightened and suddenly she was pressed tightly against him, his free hand now fisted in her hair.

"Right." He drawled the word, and she didn't like the look in his eyes one bit. "Because you're such a badass."

"Let go." She was tired of his mind games—he kept trying to get something out of her, and she wasn't willing to give him the satisfaction.

"What if I don't?" she smiled, like a predator who knew their prey was trapped. Leaning closer, she stopped just a breath away from kissing him.

"You'll wish you did."

"String me up from atop these roofs
Knot it tight so it won't get loose
Truth is you can stop and stare
Run myself out and no one cares"

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.: ~ vii ~ :.

There were things she would never understand. The one she found herself wondering about a lot of times was why people always wanted more.

They got what they wanted, and when they did, they found something else they wanted. She didn't get why people were so… greedy.

But then again, the only thing she'd ever wanted was a family, and when she'd found one, to stay by that family. Her family… she didn't have it anymore.

The hallways of the school were empty as she walked through them, going up the stairs to the roof—peace and quiet and no meddling idiots to bother her. The only thing she liked about this damned school was the garden they had on the roof. It was… very zen.

She'd found it a few weeks after she'd started school, and she was glad she had. It had become her haven, a place where she could be alone without having to worry about looking over her shoulder.

The weather was nice out. Just a soft breeze flowing by. She hated it.

It was almost Christmas, but it was still like summer. The trees didn't lose their leaves, the flowers didn't wither.

There was no snow.

She sat under the canopy of the cherry trees planted on the roof-garden. Looking up through the leaves, the blue sky seemed brighter while the branches looked like shadows.

She smiled softly—at least nature couldn't lie. No matter what its state, it couldn't be ugly like people could.

Sliding her headphones over her ears, she dug into her messenger bag and took out a small digital camera.

She couldn't exactly carry her Canon around, so she had the small one always with her.

"All I want to do
Is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I haven't got"

Linkin Park played softly while she looked up, her camera above her head. Angling it until the image on the small screen pleased her, she took some candid shots of what was around her.

Satisfied, she put her camera back in her bag and dug out a black notebook—Death Note was written on the cover, a memento for her love of the manga.

To pass the time, she opening it to a black page and started doodling the landscape around her.

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.: ~ viii ~ :.

She hated him. Hated his mind games. But most of all, she hated that he'd found something to hang above her head.

"I told you so." He walked closer to her—her instincts told her to either run or kick his ass.

"Keep talking and you'll be bleeding out soon." He smirked—and why couldn't the half-breed jackass look like a creep while smirking? She blamed genetics.

"See, I don't feel it." She narrowed her eyes and refused to back away from him when he got close enough that she could feel his body heat. "Because if you pull that stunt again, you won't like the outcome."

"No? You have nothing on me." he had his body against her now. Smug bastard.

"How about." He paused and leaned in, breathing into her ear. "I tell them how easily you snap."

"I told I don't car—" he didn't let her finish.

"And…" he continued in a whisper, and she clenched her jaw. Fucking bastard.

Slowly, his hands ran up her arms and then he pushed her back, and back, and just a little more until she was trapped against the wall.

"Let's make a bet." He had that glint in his eyes. The one that said he was up to no good.

"Fuck you." He chuckled.

"We'll get to that, eventually." She looked at him in disdain.

"You're a pig."

His hand brushed against her cheek. She pulled away. He smirked.

Had she mentioned she hated him?

"I bet—" He smirked and leaned down. "—you can't make me keep my mouth shut."

"Take everything from the inside

And throw it all away

Cuz I swear for the last time

I won't trust myself with you."

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.: ~ ix ~ :.

"You know, for someone who doesn't talk much, you're awfully chatty." He was about to say something—that would get on her nerves, no doubt—but she continued before he could. "And by awfully I mean it's annoying as hell."

He smirked. She rolled her eyes.

Naruto came bounding back towards them, grin on his face.

What was it with this school and asian names on non-asians and half-breeds? It was beyond her comprehension.

"Aw, come on Sak, you shouldn't look so gloom and angst. Cheer up!" The blond was too cheery and too loud. How could Sasuke stand him anyway?

"Don't call me that dickhead—and keep your hands off me." She slapped his arm away when he tried to sling it over her shoulder.

She glared, the blue eyed blond pouted.

"Party-pooper." He stuck his tongue out at her and then huffed when Sasuke shrugged his other arm away from him. He was all grins the next second.

"So… you know that place near the pear? The one with the mean noodles?" the blond crossed his arms behind his head, walking between her and the emo-bastard. "I love that place. I mean, I dunno what that guy puts in the noodles, but man, it's so good I could keep eating them until I blow."

She sighed. Well this was bound to be the world's worst trip to the coffee shop. Talk about needing patience.

On the blonds' other side, Sasuke smirked.

When they finally walked into Starbucks, the place was packed.

Naruto was still blabbering away when Sasuke walked towards the counter to ask for a table—at least the blonds' blabbering serve some purpose, even if it was being annoying to the point of convincing the Uchiha to get them a table.

She rolled her eyes as she watched the overly confident jackass lean into the counter, flirting with the brown haired bimbo at the counter. She blushed and then she was out from behind the counter and leading him towards a table. He nodded, and she followed Naruto.

They settled their things on the corner booth near the window and then played contest to decided who would stay guarding the table—Naruto and Sasuke argued while she just wished she was somewhere else actually.

In the end, she had to go with Sasuke.

At the counter they got the same girl who the jackass next to her had flirted with. This was gonna be fun. Not.

"Hi, I'm Julie, how can I help you today?" Sasuke smirked and the girl blushed. She rolled her eyes.

"A cappuccino and a Latte." She smiled, being flirtly. Sasuke flirted back with a smirk.

And she was completely blown off.

"Oh, hell no."

"Excuse me." She tried to be polite, she really did, but the girl only glanced at her like she was superior and looked back to Sasuke.

"Ok, fine, if that's how you wanna play it."

"Hey bitch, stop flirting with my brother's boyfriend and order me a Chai Tea Latte." The girl chocked on her own saliva while Sasuke looked at her in shock—only for a second, the next second he was glaring at her.

Everyone in the coffee shop had stopped and was now staring at them.

She just looked at the girl evenly.

"Julie, get to work." One of the guys behind the counter spoke low only for the girl, and she fumbled with the cuts, as red as a tomato.

"Hm… huh… names please?" she squeaked. When she met her eyes, the girl looked away quickly.

"The Latte's for Naruto, the Cappuccino's for Sasuke and the Chai Tea Latte's for Sakura." The girl squeaked again. She wasn't looking at Sasuke anymore either. It was all very entertaining.

"Oh, hm, yeah, ok." She wrote the names in the cups with shaking hands. "Y-your drink w-will be ready in a bit, j-just wait at the end of the c-counter." She smirked at the girl and pushed Sasuke to start walking.

He glared at her the whole time they waited for their drinks.

When they got to the table, Naruto was grinning like an idiot.

"Oh my god, that was so Epic!" he burst out laughing and turned to Sasuke. "Oh man, you should've seen your face dude, it was so priceless." She smirked. "And the chick." He laughed some more. "The look on her face. Oh man!"

Sasuke's eyes twitched.

"Lighten up Sasuke, I'm sure you can still get laid." His stare was icy when he turned to her. Naruto watched closely, holding his breath and waiting for the punch-line.

"That hottie over there seems to like you." Naruto looked where she pointed, and he'd admit, the guy wasn't ugly. And he was really giving his best friend some serious googly eyes. So Naruto burst out laughing again.

And when Sasuke hit him in the back of the head, he laughed even harder.

She watched in amusement, a smirk on her lips. Two could play his game.

When they left, Naruto wasn't so annoying anymore. They bumped fists in conspiracy behind Sasuke's back.

Maybe it didn't have to be such a chore to have to stick close to the bastard after all.

"But in the end

It doesn't even matter."

.: ~ TBC ~ :.

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Songs used:

Bleed it out

Waiting for the end

From the inside

In the end

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So, for now I'm keeping to relatively small chapters - they may get bigger, or stay all around this lenght. What do you guys think: bigger or like this?

Anyway...

I hope you all enjoyed!

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