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Sakura
It's like I am cursed.
I passed several posters of myself with my stage name scrawled underneath in my lazy handwriting.
Fuyama Hikaru. Fuyama Hikaru. Fuyama Hikaru. Fuyama Hikaru. Fuyama Hikaru. Fuyama Hikaru. Fuyama Hikaru. GO AWAY! I ran out of the building.
It's not what it sounds like. I'm NOT crazy. I'm not a boy either, in case you were wondering. And my name isn't Fuyama Hikaru either. That's the name I use so I don't get mobbed by crazy fans every time I step out of the house. I can tell by the look on your face that I'm not making any sense to you at all. My bad. Let's start over, shall we?
Hello there, my name is Haruno Sakura. I'm fifteen going on sixteen and I have pink hair. I'm the daughter of a gay 'mother' and father who run a relatively famous beauty parlour called Cherry downtown. I'm an only child and am named after the shop. Yay. My three greatest fears, in order from least to greatest, are the dark, being alone, and lightning. I have three friends who are all obviously girls. If it weren't for my pink hair, people would automatically assume I'm a boy. Even so, I have agreed to take on a ridiculous task. I have agreed to become, for how ever many hours a day, a boy. Why, you ask? Because, I am completely stupid. So now I have to pretend to be a guy for half my life and pretend to be a girl for the other half. I've actually kind of gotten used to it. Not that I's actually want to live as a guy for the rest of my life. That's just crazy; I just don't mind having to wear pants and shirts in stead of skirts. I also have a bizarre obsession with stage make-up.
It all started when this producing team is in the shop to organize appointments for pop star/teen idol Karin. Her head producer just so happens to be Jiraya-sama. One day I walk down the stairs to get a drink from the kitchen and he looks at me. Then he turns to my 'mother' and says: "Kyoko (what 'she' calls herself since the sex change), I didn't know you're son had pink hair." Fuck My Life. I kind of just stared at him and it was really quiet then he started laughing. He was just joking, but apparently has seen my choir solos and thinks I have potential as a male performer. So now I've got short black hair, I have my boobs squashed flat and I have to slouch in black jeans, leather jackets, old rock t-shirts and black sneakers. The make-up people 'lightly smudge' mascara under my eyes to give me the 'tortured, exhausted soul' look. I scream into a microphone in front of screaming crowds, I sign autographs and I flirt with girls in public. It's embarrassing. But also surprisingly fun. Is that weird?
Also, I happen to flirt with boys and laugh loudly with friends to make the little people stare when I'm 'being a girl'. And you know what else? There is a reason I put up with all this shit. It's insanely material, but really I'm in it for the same reason as everyone else. No 'I love my art' shit. I'm doing it for the FAME. Surprise. Not the perfect Stepford daughter you expected, huh?
What? Every girl wants to be chased after and adored by thousands of screaming, I-want-to-rape-you fans. I just have to go about it in a kind of backwards-forwards way, if you know what I mean. This gender changing thing seems to run in the family. I also have the talent of talking total bullshit to my fans who all seem to think that I am there soul mate. I don't think that it's because I make a good boy. My dad, Kakashi actually told me that I made a 'hot boy'. Good God.
And now here I am, sitting in my limo and heading for the home of the Great Uchiha heir, Sasuke, so I can live in his house while I attend his elite private school with six other guys including him. Since my 'image' is emo/punk/rock, I have to act pissed off all the time, so I'm practicing in the limo. The weather is having an affect on me as well. It's raining. A LOT. That makes me unhappy.
The limo pulled up to the house and my driver opened the door and I got out. No time for an umbrella, I slung my bag over my shoulder and my driver pulled round back to unload the rest of my stuff. I have more necessities than the actually guy, seeing as I'm a girl.
I walked up the insanely long front drive and up the eight flights of stairs to the seriously enormous house. The door was black and had a silver snake knocker. Creepy much? I reached for the knocker and changed my mind. The doorbell looked less likely to bite my hand off. I rung it and tipped my head back. Why was there no overhang covering the front porch? I was almost completely wet and thunderheads were rolling in. Nervously I glanced over my shoulder at the sky and rung the bell again. I was about to risk touching the knocker when the door opened. There was a demi-god standing in front of me. Damn, rich boys were so much better than regular ones. When I say he was pretty I mean like stop-your-heart-and-hope-to-die pretty. You can't call him hot because he was better than that. Am absolutely serious.
Anyway, said possible god looked at me (just me. Not you) and asked me, in his sexy voice: "Can I help you, man?" Man? Oh, right. I'm still a guy. I cleared my throat and tried to ignore the miracle of nature in front of me.
"Yeah. I live here, maaan." I drawled. My hair was wet and dripping down my back. It was really gross. He frowned slightly, which was even sexier then looked at me again. YAY!
"Oh, you're Hikaru, huh?" he said, stepping aside so I could come in.
"Who were you expecting? Someone taller?" I asked, walking past him. Behind me lighting flashed setting the foyer in a bluish glow. I flinched and more water droplets cascaded down my back. Ugh, this was disgusting. I thought I heard him laugh, but a blond head poking around a corner distracted me. "Hey." I nodded at the head in the typical guy way. The rest of the blond came out from around the corner. Why was everyone forty feet taller than me? It was so unfair.
"You're Fuyama Hikaru. My girlfriend, Hinata loves your stuff. Although personally I like Karin's music. I'm Naruto, welcome to the Snake's lair." He grinned in striking resemblance to a fox and I gave my best attempt at a grimace.
"Naruto is a tenet here while the school year is on. There's him, Sai, Neji, Kiba, Shikamaru and me. My brother comes round sometimes, but mostly we're on our own. Your room is this way." Sasuke said, leading me down a hall with the blond fox-boy in tow. A sudden worrying thought stuck me.
"Who does the cooking here?" I asked. He did say we were on our own.
"Uh, we do. Mostly take-out. It's faster." Sasuke paused at a door and dug around in his pocket. "Here we go." He handed me a key and started to walk away.
"Take-out's bad for you." I muttered and stuck the key in the knob.
"Why?" Naruto asked, following me in the room. I unbuttoned my black jacket and hung it up on the back of a chair.
"It has no nutritional value. I prefer to eat home cooking." I dropped my bag on the floor next to the desk.
"But none of us can cook." My blond super tall shadow informed me.
Dear God. Someone please shoot me.
