Author's Note: YAY! Another story I'm working on a chapter for…ha. I hope you enjoy it. I really like the way the plot's going right now. :)
Chapter Two: Kokuei and Takizawa
"SHIT!" Sasuke screamed. Sakura slapped him. They had already reached the campsite a few minutes earlier, and Sakura was in the process of healing his stabbed arm. Sendo was busy setting up a tent, a large one, mind you, for herself, and another one, a smaller one, for Sasuke and Sakura to share…which was going to be quite uncomfortable that night, since it was nearing fall, and the weather in the Fire Country was freezing and windy.
"Shut UP, Sasuke," Sakura hissed. Sasuke rubbed his nearly-bruised cheek with his free hand. "If you're going to try and get us killed a SECOND time, why don't you just die right now?!"
"Shut UP, Pinky," Sasuke growled back. "It's not my fault I'm in fucking pain right now, and you're just making it worse."
"I am a PROFESSIONAL," –Sakura emphasized the word 'professional'—"Medic-ninja. So there is absolutely no need to worry your silly little chicken-ass head." Sasuke glared at her at the sound of the words 'chicken-ass,' and aimed a kick for her, but she missed.
"Can't beat me, can you, with your injured little arm," Sakura joked with him.
"You silly little annoying TWIT," Sasuke spat. "Don't call my hair a chicken's ass," he added as Sakura finished bandaging his arm. He pulled away and picked up his bag, dragging it to the tent. "It's just naturally 'wavy,'" he muttered to himself, throwing the bag inside the tent. He pulled off his Jonin vest—which was quite painful—and went into the tent to set up his sleeping bag.
"I HEARD THAT!" Sakura snorted. Sendo rolled her eyes.
"Won't you two ever stop bickering for once and get on with your lives like NORMAL people?" the dark-haired girl sighed exasperatedly. Sakura rolled her eyes and laughed wickedly.
"We're not normal people, Sendo-sama. We're SHINOBI," Sakura scoffed. "So don't mind us."
GAH…I can't mind you two any longer!
"PINKY!"
"Damn it, what the hell does he want NOW?" Sakura grumbled, now pissed off. She got up off of the rock she was sitting on, and kicked it, walking grumpily back to her and Sasuke's tent. "That motherfucking asshole…" she cursed under her breath. Sasuke got out of the tent and glared.
"The bandages were too loose."
"YOU CALLED ME JUST FOR THAT? CAN'T YOU DO THAT YOURSELF?"
"Psh…and you called yourself…a 'professional' medic-ninja," Sasuke retorted, keeping his voice steady.
"HEY! DID YOU UNDO THEM YOURSELF?" Sakura gaped at him. "I TIED THEM TIGHTLY!"
"NO," Sasuke said loudly, scowling at her foolishness, "that would be utterly STUPID."
"SO YOU'RE CALLING ME STUPID?" Sakura shouted, raising her hand to slap him, but he took his uninjured arm and stopped her. "Don't TOUCH ME!" she screamed, pulling away. Sasuke rolled his eyes, and scowled.
"You have such horrible thoughts," he said, disgusted.
"Did you know that I absolutely HATE you?" Sakura spat.
"Well did you know that I hate you TOO?" Sasuke said, giving fake wonder to his already annoyed voice.
"I HATE YOU SO MUCH; THE WORLD WOULD EXPLODE WITH MY HATE!" Sakura shouted.
"I HATE YOU EVEN MORE, THAT THE UNIVERSE WOULD EXPLODE!" Sasuke said even louder.
Sendo tapped her foot impatiently, and walked to them, but the two were so immersed into their argument, that they didn't notice her waving her arms madly at them.
DAMN IT, IT'S ONLY BEEN A FUCKING DAY! Sendo thought maliciously. She got between them.
"GOD, I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY I EVEN LIKED YOU!" Sakura screamed. Sasuke rolled his eyes.
"Well, who EVEN ASKED YOU TO LIKE ME?" he said ever-so-sarcastically.
"YOU KNOW WHAT?" Sendo screamed. The two stopped and stared at her. "I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU TWO."
All of a sudden, Sendo's hands began to move into different hand symbols, making Sasuke and Sakura stare at her with surprise.
"Sendo-sama, you're a Shinobi--?!"
There was a flash of light, a rushing sound, and Sasuke and Sakura disappeared from the world of Konohagakure…and the whole continent.
The first thing Sakura saw when she woke up was a ceiling.
Yes, a ceiling.
It was a soft shade of purple, along with the rest of the walls in the room. She was lying on the top of a bunk bed, and light from a nearby window was shining into her face, nearly blinding her. The room was organized neatly, but what surprised her was an odd little box sitting on the table next to what she already knew was a computer…or was it? She climbed down the ladder of the bunk-bed, which was the same shade as the walls, and found herself on a shag carpet. Shaking, she looked around, her pink hair messy, and when she looked down…she found herself surrounded by boxes, some of them unopened, some of them wide open.
"W-where the…HELL…AM I?"
"Sakura-chaaaaaan!" a familiar voice exclaimed. Sakura jumped up immediately at the sound of it.
"KAA-SAN?" she exclaimed, running through the door. She stared in horror at her surroundings.
"Sakura, stop yelling!" her mother scowled, walking through. Sakura was staring at the high, wooden ceiling with a top tower window, and at the spiral staircase leading down the stairs to a black-and-white marble floor. "I know we just moved here, but you don't have to act like it's a U.F.O. or something!"
Sakura stared at her mother, who was wearing a pair of…what were those?! Denim on legs?! And…a black t-shirt that read…'Richer than Paris Hilton.' WHO THE HELL WAS PARIS HILTON? What was this freakish place?
"M-mom…what happened to Konoha?!"
Her mother gaped at her, and walked towards her, and placed a hand on her forehead. "Konoha? What's that, Sakura-chan? Are you sick?"
"Mom, Konohagakure! OUR HOME!" Sakura exclaimed, waving her hands crazily in the air. "You know, where you, me, dad, Sasuke, Naruto, and everyone was a ninja…a Shinobi…"
"Sakura-chan, I think you hit your head pretty hard on the ceiling this morning, because, dear, there's no such thing as a 'ninja,'" her mother said, looking quite freaked-out. "Are you sure you're alright?"
"OF COURSE I'M ALRIGHT!" Sakura screamed, pulling at her already-messy hair, "MOM, DON'T YOU REMEMBER?!"
"Sakura, calm down!" her mother exclaimed. "Sakura, are you absolutely sure you're alright?"
"I'm FINE," Sakura exclaimed, "WHERE THE HELL ARE WE?!"
"Young lady, don't you EVER use that tone of voice with me!" her mother scolded, "Now just get dressed, will you?"
Sakura stared at her mother with glossy jade orbs. Not wanting to get in even more trouble, she merely nodded, and walked slowly back to her room and examined it. On the walls were posters of people she didn't even recognize. One of the posters read the name 'Zac Efron,' and portrayed a VERY handsome young man with long, shaggy dark-brown hair and bright blue eyes that would entrance any girl. She also noticed a red poster that read 'Fuck Politics, I Just Want to Burn Shit Down,' which made her laugh. But, she was still confused with the whole predicament. Then she remembered.
Where were Sasuke and Sendo-sama?
"Sakura, did you dress up yet?" her mother called from downstairs.
"I—I'm getting dressed, kaa-san!" Sakura shouted back. She looked around and finally found a closet, and opened it. It was full of odd clothes she had never seen before in her life. Finally, she picked out a black-and-red 'Hollister' sweater—that was an odd name—and a red Hollister t-shirt to match inside. She put on a pair of denim leg-things like her mother, and began searching for the final piece of her outfit—her hitai-ate.
She looked around all over her 'new' room, and searched and searched, but to no avail, she couldn't find it. Freaking out, she finally grabbed a red, plain headband from her desk, and shakily put it on. Where AM I?
She looked around and found the only familiar thing in the room—her bag. She grabbed it and began searching through it, only finding a mere notebook, a pencil case (which had the words Death Note all over it, black and deep silver), a thing called a 'daily planner,' and a small, black one-inch binder. She stood there, gaping at her bag and on an instinct, grabbed it and dashed downstairs to find her mother holding up a pair of odd-looking shoes. They were black-and-white and high-topped, and the insides of the shoes read 'Converse All-Star,' and the laces were black-and-red.
Wherever she was, she really liked red and black for some odd reason. She took the shoes, put them on, and tied the laces quickly. Her mother threw her an energy bar, and before she opened the door, Sakura thought for a moment, to try and play the part of this odd side of her.
"Kaa-san?"
"What is it?" her mother sighed.
"Where's the school at again?"
Her mother rolled her eyes and opened the door. "Tokiwa Public High School, on Main Street, two blocks down from here to your right." She handed her daughter a folder reading Haruno Sakura.
Sakura nodded, KPHS…Main Street…two blocks. "Thanks…got it, Kaa-san."
She shot out the door and ran for her life. She ran straight down the street and gaped at where she was.
This place wasn't like Konoha at ALL. There were trees of course, and cars drove by on the road, but…instead of the beautiful, traditional houses scattered everywhere, there were large, looming buildings that people actually called homes. Kids ran on the pavement, some of them wearing bright yellow things that looked like rain coats, backpacks bouncing on their bags, and instead of the usual ramen stand…there was an elderly man selling ice cream, and a store called a 'Seven Eleven & Holdings' was stationed nearby a beige house. She walked, scared, down the street, and turned two blocks right, as her 'mother' told her, and finally arrived at a large, brick building with the large letters, Tokiwa Public High School, emblazoned at the top near the roof.
Sakura stayed outside the gate, holding the folder her mother gave her, watching students in the courtyard, playing around and sticking to their cliques. She gulped and thought about entering, but nearly decided on a whim to leave, and run back home.
But Haruno Sakura was NOT a coward. She pulled her black hood over her head, took a big, racking sigh, and walked through the threshold of the High School. What a High School was, she didn't know.
She weaved through crowds of students, looking for a familiar face…but there were none. Worried that this had something to do with Sendo-sama doing katas, she plopped down a bench and dropped her bag next to her, looking down at the ground.
"I said, Kokuei, give me my homework."
"I TOLD you, Matsumoto, I don't have your freaking homework!" a girl's voice exclaimed. Sakura looked up and saw a pretty, dark-haired girl scowling at an even taller brown-haired girl around her age. "I told you this before; I don't do other people's homework!"
"Psh…that's because you spend your days as a Narutard," the brown-haired girl, who Sakura realized was called 'Matsumoto,' growled, picking up the Kokuei girl by the collar. Sakura jumped up threw down her bag, and walked over to the big girl and the shorter one. She tapped Matsumoto on the shoulder.
"Uhm…erh…excuse me, Miss…Matsumoto?" Sakura said warily, her face still hidden under her hood. It was probably not a good idea to show off her pink hair. Matsumoto was a pretty girl, with a fine body, and intricate features.
"What do you want?" Matsumoto snapped, "and who the hell are you?!"
"Um, I don't think you should know my name," Sakura scowled. "Just stop picking on the girl and let her go. If she didn't want to do your homework, then she didn't have to!"
Kokuei stared at her in disbelief.
"Are you trying to start something, baka?" Matsumoto growled, raising her hand to grab Sakura by the collar, but Sakura stopped her with a flick of her wrist.
"No, actually, I'm not," she said coldly. Kokuei stared at her with dark, grey eyes.
Whoa, her voice sounds familiar…she thought, biting her lip.
"Did you just try to assault me?" Sakura snapped back. Matsumoto raised an eyebrow.
"You're too weird," Matsumoto shuddered, and began to walk away, not forgetting to shoot a glare over her shoulder. "Just watch yourself, you little worm."
Sakura glared back, "Likewise."
She then turned back to the girl. "You alright?" The girl nodded quickly.
"Thanks," she said, scratching her head. "You didn't have to do that, I had everything under control."
Sakura laughed. "Looks like you didn't. The name's Haruno Sakura," she said, holding out her hand to the girl she only knew as Kokuei, probably only for the time being. The girl didn't take her hand…but just stared.
"You have the same name as that anime character!" she exclaimed, taking her hand and shaking it quickly. "You know, Haruno Sakura from the anime, Naruto?"
"EH?" Sakura raised an eyebrow, "'anime?'"
"You don't know Naruto? Oh…you're probably new to Japan. The name's Kokuei Sakura, but everyone calls me Kokuei," the girl shrugged. Sakura raised a pink eyebrow under her hood. Ah, same first names, eh?
"Cool, so we have the same first name," Sakura grinned. Kokuei nodded, grinning. But the name 'Naruto' struck her…What? What the hell is an anime, and what does Naruto have to do with it?! Shaking off the thought as a joke, she looked over her new 'companion.'
Kokuei Sakura was a medium-sized girl, thin and had an athletic figure. She had dark hair that came up to the middle of her chest, and soft, grey eyes peered out through the sockets of her face, which was pretty and soft. She was wearing a red Abercrombie and Fitch sweater with red lining, and a red hat that stuck out among the other dark-haired heads in the vicinity. She was wearing a pair of those denim-on-legs, and 'Converse All-Star' footwear as well.
"So where are you from?" Kokuei said, grinning.
"Uh…" Sakura peered at a page sticking out of her folder, "America," she read, trying not to sound unknowing.
"COOL! So you probably have met Zac Efron?" Kokuei exclaimed. Sakura raised an eyebrow…Zac Efron, Zac Efron…OH YEAH!
"Yeah, yeah, DOZENS of times," Sakura said quickly. "We're good friends."
Kokuei raised an eyebrow and folded her arms. "Are you serious?"
"Serious," Sakura said, nodding.
"So how are the Disney Channel and Vanessa going for him?" Kokuei squealed. Sakura was struck dumb at this point. Disney Channel? Vanessa? Who's that, his girlfriend? Disney sounds like a clothing company…YEAH, A CLOTHING COMPANY!
"Oh, he's contributing lots of fashion to Disney, and Vanessa and him are going strong," she smiled. Wow, this girl is gullible. Kokuei smirked.
"Did you sign in at the office yet?"
Uchiha Sasuke had an oddly confusing morning. First, he woke up to find himself in an odd apartment place, where he was actually living alone once more, and the room was strangely weird. He found a map on a nearby desk, and followed it, leading him to Tokiwa Public High School. He was dressed in a black t-shirt with a white long-sleeve underneath, and a pair of denim-for-legs. He carried his backpack, full of writing supplies and notebooks.
Needless to say, he had a morning as confusing as Sakura's.
What was even stranger was that Sakura and Sendo-sama had disappeared.
The most oddest thing was that he was welcomed into the 'High School'—whatever what was—gates by a group of people—the girls wearing jackets with fuzz on the hoods, and the boys wearing clothing 'labels,' he later found out, such as Abercrombie and Fitch, and Def Jam.
"So, what's your name?" a boy smirked, elbowing him in the shoulder. Sasuke warily looked at all of them.
"Uchiha Sasuke," Sasuke mumbled. The people around him laughed.
"No need to feel shy," a girl laughed. She was tall, with dark hair mixed in with bright-blonde highlights, and a pair of rectangle, black-rimmed glasses. A pretty girl. "I'm Takizawa Chibi."
"Nice to meet you," Sasuke said feebly.
"So where are you from?"
"Um…Tokyo," Sasuke said, remembering what he reviewed from the files. The people around him buzzed loudly.
"What's it like in Tokyo?" Chibi asked. Sasuke shrugged.
"Just like every other city…" he pretended to muse. Everyone nodded in approval.
"Guess you can hang out with us now, eh?" the nearest guy punched him in the shoulder, hard. Sasuke winced.
That was where Sakura poorly healed him.
Author's Note: Blah…I know Sasuke's part in the real Japan was uber short…but oh well. But I really did work hard on this chapter.
Please leave a review, and no flames!
--Sakura-sama.