A/N: Okay, Howdy! This is the actual first chapter.
I just want everybody to know that this entire story isn't going to be basically:
Love. Hate. Sadness. Drama. Hurt. Comfort. Death. Seriousness. Agro People. Emo Sasuke. Emo Sakura. No. I hate stories that revolve around sadness and drama. Yes I know that the genres are Romance and Hurt/Comfort, but if I could choose a third genre it would be humour.
I do tend to be a little silly with my stories so once everything's settled down, we'll get to the fun stuff!
A lot of it will still be serious if you like serious stuff though. So the three Genres are Romance, Hurt/Comfort and Humour.
Just getting that clear.
Also, the main part of this Authors Note: Reviews would be well… nice! And Feedback would be just plain awesome.
Summary: He was spoilt. He was rich. He was a player, and now… he's a gardener?? Kicked out of his own home, Sasuke comes across the Haruno Residence, finding food, shelter, a well-paying job and… the annoying pink-haired housemate. Now without his riches, he finally comes to realise that there is more to life than fast cars and wooing the ladies. – SasuSaku. Rated M for Language, Death and Violence.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or Naruto Shippuden or any of these awesome characters. They belong to Kishi. However, I do own this story and this plot. No stealing.
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"Probably both", the figure admitted and grinned, "Now say goodbye to Mama and Papa or you'll be late for school you pink fuzz ball."
The young woman sighed and ran out quickly, snagging her red bag on the way. She ran half way down the steps and jumped the other five, landing straight on her butt.
Muttering incoherent curses she scrambled up onto her feet and poked her head into the lounge room.
A small shrine stood in front of the old, unusable fireplace, decorated with different things like some car keys, a scarf and a hat and other items.
In front of the shrine were two pictures. The first one a man, the other a woman.
"Bye Papa, Mama! I'll be back after school!" And left the house in a hurry.
The small household was left empty of people, the only life inside being an almost faded memory.
Prince Of The Hedges
Chapter Two: A Birthday To Remember
Saturday morning.
The air was hot to a point where you would have to walk around shirtless and still sweat like a pig.
Summer was just fantastic.
Sasuke ran a hand through his unkempt raven hair and slung a bag strap over his shoulder, holding the other in his hand.
He walked out the front door, kicking it shut behind him and started to make his way down the large… and looooong driveway.
No one bid him farewell.
His mother was still frightened of the incident that had happened only a few days before. She still managed a smile in front of her younger son, although it was a little shaky, which was why she could not face him leave. Why she would not.
His father, on the other hand, could only glare when they were face to face. Other than that, his father chose to avoid him at all costs.
His brother – Itachi – Was on a business trip and didn't know his younger brother had been kicked out. Sasuke believed that he would be informed very soon.
Mikoto had given him money, being the gentle-hearted one. She still loved him of course, but the events of that day had caused her fragile self to weaken mentally.
Fugaku had warned her to stay away from their son until he had left, but she could do no such thing.
Sasuke had heard this the day before, while they argued in the kitchen.
Swiftly and nonchalantly he had walked through the door, making his presence known and interrupting his father bitch about him, and grabbed the bottle of coke out from the fridge. He had drunk some right from the bottle instead of getting a cup, refusing eye contact and put it back, exiting out, leaving his parents agape.
He could almost smirk at his rude exterior.
Although, Sasuke was human, so he may have felt a slight pang in his heart, realising his mother was still going out of her way to help him, but he shoved it into the back of his mind, taking it as she just wanted him out of the house quicker, so he gave the money back as soon as she handed it over.
He stared up at the flaming sun, high up in the sky, stalking him every step he took.
What made this all worse was that he didn't have any transportation, because his car and motorbike had been bought out of Fugaku's money. His asshole of a father had taken them back – and sold them.
"Prick", He muttered to himself, glaring at the path ahead of him, and any girl that dared to check him out.
It was just so different. He had never saved any money on Birthday's or Christmas – He had just spent it on electronics and games and possibly some alcohol. Maybe on the girlfriends he had at those times, too.
Sasuke may have regret not keeping the money his mother gave him, although he would never admit that out loud.
The obsidian-eyed male was annoyed, obviously. Pondering on the situation only made him more annoyed.
'I can't afford school, and University is now out of the question. I'll have to get a job,' He paused in his thoughts, 'Speaking of which…'
Sasuke looked around at his surroundings, noticing that he was finally in town.
If he could work in a hotel of some sort, maybe the owner would be generous and let him stay for free.
Pretty pathetic, huh?
Sasuke shrugged off the feeling of emptiness and solitude inside of him, made sure he still had two bags full of clothes, and headed to the nearest hotel, ready to be a businessman if the owner happened to be a man, and worked on his charm if the owner just so happened to be a woman.
A loud banging erupted from downstairs, screaming insults about foreheads and pink hair.
"FOREHEAD-GIRL! GET YOUR SMELLY BUTT UP! WE'RE GOING SHOPPING TO GET SEXY OUTFITS AND THEN GET YOU LAID BECAUSE YOU'RE A CRANKY CHICKADEE WITH PINK HAIR!"
The rosette sat up in her bed quickly, screaming and holding a hand to her heart. She held her breath and waited for a few seconds in silence. After a while, she breathed out again and let out a sigh of relief.
"Thank god…" She muttered to herself, stretching a little. "I had the most horrible dream that Ino came over and woke me up and said she was going to dress me like a slut and get me la-"
"OPEN THE GOD DAMN DOOR NOW, SAKURA!!!"
"I suppose I spoke too soon…" She frowned and stood up, making her way downstairs and opening the door.
A curvy girl with long blonde hair stood in front of Sakura, hands on hips and looking very annoyed.
"What's up your bum?" Sakura asked, lazily leaning against the doorframe.
She had gone to bed too late that night. Maybe watching sad and romantic movies while having four packets of chocolate and a huge bowl of popcorn and staying up until about three in the morning wasn't such a great idea after all. Not only that, but she also felt bloated and she swore she could feel a stinking pimple growing on her forehead.
Life was cruel.
"What's up my bum?! WHAT'S UP MY BUM!?!? I'LL TELL YOU WHAT'S UP MY BUM, HARUNO SAKURA!!"
Sakura stared blankly and yawned, answering nonchalantly, "Go on then, Pig."
"I CALLED YOU FIVE TIMES THIS MORNING AND LEFT TEN MESSAGES AND YOU DIDN'T REPLY TO ANY OF THEM!!"
Sakura backed away into the house, Ino right on her heels.
She walked into the kitchen and saw her mobile phone flashing and started laughing nervously at a very pissed off Yamanaka Ino.
Now she was getting afraid of the blonde's sour mood.
"Well it's still fairly early, Ino! You can find someone else to go with!" She offered, hoping her friend would leave it at that.
"It's twelve in the afternoon, Billboard-Brow," Ino sighed and rested back on the counter. "Pleaaaaaseeeee come to the mall with me! Hinata has Judo with Neji… TenTen went too and Temari lives out of town... and I don't even like Temari! You're my last option!"
Sakura groaned agitatedly, "Happy happy joy joy. You just don't like Temari because she's going out with Shikamaru. She's nice once you get to know her."
"Pfft!" Ino rolled her baby blues, "She's a total bitch. You remember in Grade Six when she totally stole my wallet."
"No…she found your wallet that you dropped in the change rooms after P.E and she gave it back to you."
"Ugh! Whatever. Go get dressed and do something about that pimple. It's staring at me," Ino shooed her off, annoyed that her friend was such a smart arse.
Sakura sighed and walked upstairs into her room while Ino innocently played with her phone without asking.
She slid her pyjamas and undergarments off and walked into the bathroom, ready to cleanse and rid herself of germs.
This was most definitely going to be a long day.
Sasuke stormed out of the hotel, glaring at anyone and everyone, making them either quiver in fright or excitement.
Fucking Fangirls.
This was the third hotel he had been to, and there was no such luck.
The first owner was a man, and he wasn't looking for work at that time.
The second owner was a woman, and his charm didn't work on her because she was half passed out holding a bottle of Sake. (A/N: If anyone thought Tsunade! Shame on you. It's not Tsunade.)
The hotel Sasuke just walked out of – The third one – was owned by a man too, except a business-like worker wasn't what he wanted. This man just so happened to be a homosexual, and wanted Sasuke to stay with him in his room and his bed.
Sasuke pressed his lips together as he walked as far away from the hotel as possible, trying not to vomit.
When did everything go so downhill?
Oh, right.
Three Days Ago.
Three Days Before His Birthday.
Three Days Before Today.
He had nowhere to go so he just wandered aimlessly along the streets of Konoha, not caring the slightest if someone he knew saw him strolling around with two bags full of clothes.
Sasuke did care for his reputation, which was why he was going out with Karin to keep his 'dreamy playboy' title up, but at this moment, he wasn't in a good enough mood to even consider it.
He was angry.
No… not angry.
He was pissed off!
Extremely pissed off.
And no one wanted to see an Uchiha Male pissed off.
What kind of birthday present was putting your kid on the street?!
Well, he didn't celebrate birthdays anyway, so I suppose that's why they didn't kick him out on the street the day after his birthday.
Not that that would have made it any better, but who knows, right?
Sasuke finally stopped, realising that he was standing out the front of a mall.
He knew this mall, of course, since Konoha only had one mall, but he went there often with his 'friends'.
Could he really call those people – people who only wanted his money, people who only wanted sex – friends?
Maybe that was just what friends were nowadays. Just people that you sat with so you wouldn't be left alone throughout your school years.
You really could never trust anyone. On the Internet everyone is a paedophile. In real life everyone just wants money and sex. Not even in his imagination were there any decent people.
The cause of that could quite possibly be that Uchiha Sasuke just didn't have an imagination, but he could not picture a person that just loved. He could not picture a person that did not want sex or money. He could not picture someone that loved another that was incredibly ugly or poor.
It was just so humane to be so evil.
The world was such a judgemental place.
While pondering on his thoughts, Sasuke found himself subconsciously wandering into the mall, ignoring all the lovey-dovey and jealous stares coming from different people.
Oh, he was so adored even as a hobo, which was quite degrading for an Uchiha, but the important thing was his reputation hadn't been ruined, right?
After Thirty Minutes of being in the mall, he had charmed his way into getting a drink and a burger for free from the young girl at the McDonalds register.
'Idiotic Fangirl,' He snickered whilst walking away, giving her a few Irish hand- gestures on the way out of the food court.
He could hear her sobbing two floors above.
What finally made him stop snickering at the girls crying was the screaming coming not so far away from him.
Letting his curious instincts take over because there was nothing else to do, he started walking over to the muffled screaming and shouting, bags in tow.
When he rounded the corner, all he saw was a flash of pink and red before being slammed into the ground, knocking the breath out of him, and almost making him squeal like a little girl when a knee collided hard against his crotch.
Happy Fucking Birthday all right.
"…And then I was like No way! And she was like Yes way! And I was like No way! And she was like yes way! And I was li-"
"SHUT THE HELL UP, PIG!"
Ino ignored her best friend, tugging her to the mall in a death-like-grip, continuing to babble on about something incredibly non-important.
Sakura had seriously tried to listen, but once Ino started talking, she literally did not stop.
Stupid hyperactive blonde.
That reminded her of Naruto, but he was slightly less tolerable.
The guy had ramen on his insignificant and puny brain twenty-four-seven, and he spoke so loud that he actually made some kid get a hearing aid.
Unfortunately for the kid, it was hilarious when he started jumping up and down screaming, "OMIGOD! I'M DEAF! WHAT THE HELL DID THAT PSYCHO DO TO ME?! DID MY EAR BLOW OFF OR SOMETHING?! WHAT'S GOING ON? WHAT?! CAN YOU REPEAT THAT?"
Ahh, good times… especially since Naruto had to pay for the hearing aid.
'Sucker', She quietly snickered to herself.
Sakura closed her eyes while Ino dragged her along, hoping that she wouldn't make her walk into a pole.
Really, what could she say about her friends? They were different.
Her group at school wasn't stereotypical, which was good, because everyone in her group was completely different and random in their own little way, although she put everyone in a stereotype in her Friend Log for the fun of it.
Ah, yes. Her Friend Log.
The Friend Log was a tattered old book with a red velvet case which had gold carvings imprinted into it. If you saw it, you would ultimately think DIARY! But instead of complaining about her life to a stack of papers with a cover on it, she wrote about all of her friends.
Each of her friends had their own five pages so she could keep adding things in, even after so many years, and she felt overjoyed that her book was almost getting full.
Of course, she loved the book, but soon the book would be full, and she would feel like she had so many and such interesting friends, and eventually she would get a new book to fill up again.
Sakura loved her Friend Log. Before Ino, that book was what kept her sane.
She would write of all her toys and her parents when she was young, and when she finally did meet Ino, she was excited to write about a different person.
In Primary School, she met Naruto and wrote about him too, and met more of her friends.
In High School, four more people joined the group, and TenTen, Neji, Lee and Sai were added to the list.
For three years, her book had gained more and more comments about her friends, but no new friend to add.
They were now in first term of Year Eleven, and she still had no one to add.
It was a pity, really, since she loved meeting new people.
Hopefully she would be able to add a new person into the Friend Log soon.
She opened her eyes as she was pulled past a window, where her reflection rolled her eyes and snickered,
"Who would want to become friends with us?"
Sakura rolled her eyes in return, 'Quite possibly the friends we already have, idiot!'
Her Inner Self just ignored her after that, having no intelligent response.
Before she knew it, they were at the mall, with Ino almost spontaneously combusting at the sight of new clothes.
Sakura was pulled throughout different levels, being forced into changing rooms and carrying items along the way.
Sakura – being a girl – enjoyed shopping, of course. The only girl in their group that disliked shopping was TenTen, but everyone knew that TenTen was a little bit of a tomboy. Her opposite was Ino.
Ino loved to shop. Shopping was Ino's favourite hobby besides Flower Arrangement and Boys. Yes. Boys were one of Ino's hobbies. Ugh.
If anyone were to know the who-how on clothes, Ino would be your girl.
But the thing was… Sakura hated the sight of clothes when Ino was around.
When you went shopping with Ino you were there to carry the shopping bags, you were forced to try on extremely frilly pink things or mini… mini… tight… and mini… dresses, and you weren't allowed to eat McDonalds because; 'It goes straight to my thighs,' Quoted from none other than Yamanaka Ino herself.
More like it went straight to her boobs.
Worst of all, Ino spent the rest of her time chatting up guys.
Sakura liked guys, but she didn't really find talking to random men at the mall very enjoyable or appealing, especially if they reeked of alcohol and cigarettes.
Well, at least Ino seemed to get a kick out of it, but Sakura had a strict No Alcohol policy.
She didn't like drugs, she didn't like cigarettes, she obviously didn't like alcohol and she wouldn't let anyone in her house that had any of those three things.
Especially since alcohol was what caused-
"Oh! Look what we have here, girls! Forehead-Girl and Little Miss Piggy decided to come shopping to make themselves sexy. Yeah, right," called a loud, screeching voice that resembled the sound of nails on a chalkboard.
The rosette and blonde turned around and were face to face with evil.
In proper terms, Karin and her league of tramps, with many shopping bags in tow. Karin wasn't carrying any.
Sakura instantly assumed the Twenty-Four bags her tramps were carrying were all hers.
The 'evil' one spoke again, but with even more amusement in her voice, "And that huge forehead has an accessory since the last time I saw it!"
Sakura instantly covered her forehead, knowing she was talking about the pimple.
Curse that darn chocolate!
Karin was like Ino, but more bitchy, threatening, rich, and her breasts were probably fake.
This woman had always been around Sakura and Ino. She would tease Sakura endlessly about different things, but it usually just revolved around how big her forehead was.
When Ino stood up for her, she was brought back down when Karin and her posse insulted them and hurt their reputation as years went by.
Now with a bigger group, Karin only teased them when they were alone, but now Seventeen and Sixteen, they were much stronger, and had snapped back at Karin a few times before.
What sucked though was how popular Karin was, and that she had some rich boyfriend that could kick both of their asses easily.
And to add to that list, she was drop dead gorgeous.
Karin had a clean diamond-shaped face, obsidian eyes standing out behind thin-rimmed glasses. She once had black hair, but eventually dyed it a deep red because apparently that was her boyfriend's favourite colour.
It was long and had a lot of shape, and it framed her face very nicely, much to Sakura's disappointment.
To cut it short, she had huge breasts, a sexy butt, and she had done everything humanely and sexually possible by Year Five in School.
Today Karin was wearing almost nothing, like usual.
Well, she couldn't blame Karin for wearing that. It was extremely hot outside, but she could blame Karin for making every guy that walked past get slightly hotter. (A/N: As in she's made them horny. They don't magically get sexy every time they walk past Karin.)
Ino grimly stared at Karin, obviously annoyed that her shopping day was ruined by her nemesis, "Just shut your mouth Karin, before my foot just so happens to kick you in the face."
Karin smirked, flicking her hair over her bare shoulder, "Just an excuse to flash everyone, you slut. No one wants to see your panties."
Ino glared and was about to scream extremely Non-PG Rated words at her when Sakura cut in, annoyed by the childishness.
"Alright, both of you can stop bickering. Hello Karin, it was just brilliant to see you," She spoke, adding a sarcastic emphasis to 'Brilliant', "But we ought to get going and continue our shopping spree while you continue yours. See you."
She grabbed Ino by the arm and tugged her away as quickly as she could, knowing Karin would not let it drop that easy.
After all, Karin was Karin. She liked being a 'rebel'.
Failure much.
"Is that how you handle everything, Sa-Ku-Ra? Just walk away? You can't walk away from your parent's death. After all, it was your fault!" The red head taunted, feet planted.
She wasn't going to back down. She was definitely going to make these two have a horrible day. It was what Karin did best; of course, besides that one thing she did with her tongue…
Sakura had stopped, and now it was Ino's turn to try to get her to walk away.
Ino knew better than anyone how sensitive her best friend got at the mention of her parent's death. Either she would burst into tears or go skitzo.
At this moment, Ino believed she would go skitzo.
Majorly skitzo.
Ino's hold on her arm was effortlessly pulled from, and Sakura turned around to face Karin, Sea-Foam green eyes narrowed, which twinkled in a very dangerous manner.
Besides the threatening eyes, she seemed very calm, but whoever knew Sakura well enough, knew that this was bad. This was worse than if she was screaming profanities at everyone whilst carrying a machine gun and holding someone hostage at the same time with a machete to their neck.
Inside, Sakura's blood was boiling, and it took all her will not to claw her opponent's throat out.
Surprising everyone, she let out a low chuckle that sent shivers down all spines, even her own.
"Say it again," Sakura stopped for a moment, watching Karin's expression, but then continued on menacingly, "I dare you to say it again as boldly as you did before and we will definitely see what happens."
Now Karin was over-thinking what she had just gotten herself into, but she immediately shook the thought away.
She was Karin for Pete sakes! She was too stubborn to back down. Especially to Billboard-Brow of all people.
Karin smirked again, fearless and bold, hands on hips, chest thrusted out, "It's your fault that your parents are dead. Stop walking away from it, coward!"
More like fearless and stupid.
And then she was thrown against the ground; head colliding hard onto the cold marble.
Her head throbbed and she couldn't breath from being winded by the girl on top of her who was throwing uncontrolled strikes to her precious face.
Her glasses had been thrown off and one of her tramps had accidentally stepped on them.
Now Karin was pissed.
She grabbed both of Sakura's arms and rolled them over so she was on top, slamming a knee into her gut and decided to let one of her arms go so she could slap her across the face.
Both girls were winded but they continued to fight nonetheless, ignoring the people crowd around and film.
Youtube was going to love that.
In an instant, Sakura had lifted them both up and started punching Karin continuously in the stomach, holding her in place so she couldn't fall back or fall down.
Blood stained the floor from open wounds and the coughing of blood.
The redhead gained some more of her strength, lifting a long, slender leg up and kicking her rival across the head. It wasn't too hard; after all, Sakura was pretty short.
Sakura let out a cry of pain and flew back down onto the ground, surprised at the force that Karin could muster.
She sure could put up a fight when she wanted to.
Struggling to get up, Sakura glanced over and saw that Karin's league of tramps were holding Ino back so she couldn't join in the fight.
Either they were worried for Karin getting smashed by two girls or they didn't think it was smart for Ino to go out and get bashed while their Queen-bee was angry.
That was fine, Sakura mused to herself, She wanted to put Karin in her place anyway.
She lifted herself up, turning to the other female, who was weakly grinning and holding her stomach.
They weren't all that beat up, but they were only human. There was only so much a teenage girl could take in a day!
"What the heck are you grinning at, bitch?" Sakura asked through gritted teeth, finally regaining proper balance. Green eyes carefully observed, looking at major injuries, noting the strengths and the weaknesses.
Karin seemed to be more speed than strength, and Sakura was pretty strong for her age. It was almost inhuman, which scared a few people. Mostly Naruto who got to witness her fist clearer than anyone else.
Poor little Naruto.
Karin finally let go of her stomach and stood straight, lips curving triumphantly, even as blood seeped out of her mouth and down to her chin where it dripped off and stained her top and the floor.
And with one word she answered that question.
"Weak."
It slammed into Sakura hard, stopping her breathing and making her stiff.
Weak? Weak? Weak!?
Sakura hated that word. She hated that word with a goddamn passion.
Without realising it, her fists had started to clench and unclench, her eyes now in shadow as her head tilted downwards so she was facing the floor.
Was she really weak? There was a good chance that she was… since Karin hadn't been defeated.
But… if she could win this fight… if she could just prove to Karin that she wasn't… then maybe all the pain… all the suffering… maybe it would stop.
Maybe Karin would grow up and realise the effects of her harsh words really caused such tremendous amounts of sorrow.
Maybe…
She raised a thin, pink eyebrow, "Well, we'll see after the fight then, won't we, Karin?"
The redhead just rolled her eyes, and started walking towards Sakura.
Without her glasses, she was at a disadvantage, but she could still make out where she was. She wasn't completely useless without her glasses.
Thanks to Sakura's ugly pink head it was actually quite easy to see her. It was so vibrant and lively.
It made her want to throw up.
Sakura had started walking too without her realising.
They both met at the middle, braced themselves for the worst… and…
…Started swatting their arms in the air at one another, hands slapping the others hands in a rushed manner, heads turned away to avoid getting hit.
This was definitely cat fighting to the max.
Sakura and Karin screamed in what seemed to be battle cries, and tore at clothes and tugged at stands of hair.
They grabbed onto everything and anything and pulled and scratched and even resulted in biting to gain the upper hand.
The Obsidian-eyed woman suddenly tackled her foe, seeing an opening, throwing them both through the crowd of watchers – and collided straight into a strangely familiar young man.
Sakura definitely felt the pain as soon as they had stopped moving, especially when she was being sandwiched into the chest of some random whilst Karin was on her back. Her fake breasts added to the weight.
She heard a soft groan from the person underneath her, and hesitantly opened her eyes to see who would be yelling their face off at her that afternoon.
Her heart fluttered and the rest of her body felt like mush in an instant. Strangely, it was suddenly very hot and she could feel her face heating up – even against her struggles to suppress it.
There was no way that she was blushing over… over this guy she didn't even know? That was major fangirlism! And Haruno Sakura most certainly was not a fangirl!
But she couldn't deny the fact that the man was extremely good-looking.
He was absolutely gorgeous, really.
The man had beautiful pale skin that wouldn't burn from the harsh sunlight, with spiky ebony locks that fell around his face in a mess – but in an attractive way.
And when that man opened his eyes, her heart started to beat fast and she felt ready to spontaneously combust.
Those deep, black orbs bore into her soul, making her heart beat harder against her chest. He was an absolutely stunning god. If she actually were a fangirl, she would so tap t-
"Get off," A deep voice spoke from his lips, interrupting her train of crude thoughts, "Now."
She shuddered, feeling his voice rumble through his chest so that she could feel it. What was strange though was that his voice sounded quite weak and raspy… as if he was winded. Maybe he was, she thought, and tried to get to get off of him but to no avail.
She was squashed tight against the guy.
"Karin," Sakura seethed, wiggling around a little, oblivious to the male below her hissing in pain as her knee continued to destroy his manhood, "Get up fat ass."
Karin smacked the back of her pink head and laughed, "No way! I win! And I score a sexy hunk of meat…- Oh! Sasuke-Kun!"
She jumped off quickly, literally throwing Sakura off. She bent down and pulled the man up quickly and glomping him over-enthusiastically. "I'm sorry, Sasuke-Kun! I didn't know that was you! Are you hurt? Did that fatso squash you??"
Sasuke ignored her questions and shoved her off without any remorse, picking up his bags.
Right now he believed he had no penis since he now couldn't feel it, so he was in a dreadful mood. He didn't even grunt at her like he usually did.
He didn't – and wouldn't – spare a glance at the other woman who helped in killing what made him a man. His rage would most surely get the best of him if he did such an unnecessary act. After all, he was an Uchiha.
Why the hell would he look at someone as poor class as that woman that lay metres away, struggling to stand? A despicable act that would be, indeed.
Even if he did get kicked out, he would not become that low.
Albeit his thoughts, he watched her pick herself up off the ground and curse, rubbing her scratched arms that would surely bruise in a matter of hours.
Sasuke turned his head back at his girlfriend, who was pouting her lower lip in an attempt to be cute. She would bruise all over, also.
But – because she was still his girlfriend – he rested a finger underneath her chin, tilting her head up ever so slightly.
"Explain," was all he said, and she ever so happily filled in the details.
"Well, Sasuke-Kun! It all started when I walked into the mall with my friends, minding my own business when she," Karin gestured over to Sakura, emphasising the 'she' with disgust, "walked over and started harassing me for no reason at all!"
Sakura gaped and glared, storming over, fists clenched, "Don't you dare blame me for this! You stormed over and started pissing Ino and I off! You do this all the god damn time so stop whinging to your friend that I started harassing you because everyone in the fucking world knows that you're a complete-"
She was cut short when Sasuke's icy glare turned on her, making her blood run cold and her body freeze. There was no point in denying that he had a terrifying glare. It almost made her pee her pants when he spoke.
"Stop being a hypocrite. You're harassing her right now. I'd rather you not yell at my girlfriend that way."
Sakura stared blankly, watching as his arm indifferently wrapped around Karin's shoulders. Karin's expression was smug, as usual.
This was Karin's boyfriend? It was just… so… unexpected that a guy like this went for as someone as bitchy as Karin.
She was bewildered, to say the least, but she nodded dumbly anyway, just so he wouldn't get even more peeved.
Sasuke stared intensely. He could just feel the fear on her, so he lessened his expression a little. He didn't want to make some little girl make a mess – especially right in front of him.
"Your name…?" He asked her, but still in a half-threatening manner so Karin wouldn't think he was trying to crack on to this woman. As if he would, anyway. He would never think of a commoner like that.
Sakura fluttered her eyelashes in surprise and stuttered a little, speaking in a softer voice, "H-Haruno Sakura…"
He nodded once and turned him and Karin around, starting to lead her away, "Well, Sakura…" Her name rolled off of his tongue voluptuously, her face bashfully flushing at how her name sounded with his voice,
"…Nice pimple," And he strode off on his high horse, Karin and bags in tow.
Sakura just screamed.
"I was kicked out," Sasuke informed her, eyes never leaving the sidewalk. It was seriously bad for him to tell this to Karin of all people, but he had to stay somewhere.
Even if she would try to have her way with him during the night.
"Oh, Sasuke-Kun! That's horrible… but it's okay! You can stay with me! It'll be fun… for the both of us," she winked seductively, flicking some hair over her shoulder.
The rest of the trip to her place was silent, but what kept popping up into the back of his head was the pink-haired girl he spoke to before.
Never had he seen someone snap back at one of Karin's lies.
Of course Sasuke knew Karin was lying. She always did. She wasn't an innocent person like her family knew her.
That woman… no, Haruno Sakura, had a lot of guts – especially to actually fight Karin.
Any normal person would cower in fear and run away.
Perhaps this Sakura was used to Karin's crap and finally decided to stand up for herself?
Sasuke studied Karin thoughtfully, noticing all of the marks from being hit. She had even lost her glasses, so he had to hold her hand so a car didn't hit her when they walked across a road.
Joy.
He smirked to himself, remembering how he teased Sakura about the pimple on her forehead. It was barely noticeable, but he knew – just because she was a girl – that she would get angry about it.
He had heard her scream in frustration even after they had rounded the corner and descended down the escalator.
Sasuke didn't know why, but it was different - that girl. She had blushed and stuttered, but she didn't try to jump him, she hadn't made any moves. Honestly, he thought that he just intimidated her was all.
And that was a really strange thing.
He shrugged to himself and led his girlfriend into her house, closing the door behind them.
In a jiffy she had a new pair of glasses, and then she was ravishing his mouth on the couch.
How this had happened, he didn't know, but what he did know was that this was a pretty crap birthday, and seeing Karin naked was not on his birthday list.
So he shut his eyes and rolled her off to fall on the floor, not caring that she yelped in pain.
He rose from the couch, ignored her puppy-pout and walked into the bathroom, mentally repeating the lyrics of Happy Birthday to ease his mind.
Somberly, he stood under the freezing water and glared.
He glared because of his family.
He glared because of the business.
He glared because of the things he lost.
He glared because of Karin.
He glared because of Haruno Sakura.
And most importantly, he glared at himself, because he had ruined everything.
So he glared at the wall until his eyes gleamed blood red, and he continued to do so until a tear slid down his beautiful pale cheek.
The anger finally disappeared once he realised his vision was blurred from tears instead of water, and the hatred that was kept inside of him was washed away along with the icy water that cleansed him.
After all, he was still just a little boy in the body of a young man.
A/N: Oh my god… it… is done…
This took ages to write, basically because the start was boring without any SasuSaku crap.
First of all, if no one knows what 'Irish hand gestures' are, it means he was sticking up his rude finger.
I was going to say something else but I forget.
Anyway this chapter is fifteen pages. Uh… So this is just showing their personalities, Sasuke being kicked out, what Sakura has to deal with all the time, and of course – our two lovebirds meeting.
I honestly don't like this chapter. I know I said I disliked the prologue but I dislike this more. I don't hate it because there are bits I like, but it's poorly done. I could have done so much better, but I needed to get this out.
I do hope that people like it. Please review/Give feedback/Be awesome!
Next chapter will have more of Sakura's friends, some SasuSaku action and a whole lotta crap!
Stay tuned for more.