Hello, hello! It's little old me Chapter two, here!

I know I'm updating a lot, but its because I'm going on holiday to Florida soon, so there will be a 2 week "No Kaze" gap D: And I know you'd just haaaate that -/sarcasm-

Sakura attends school! Not only that, but its a MIXED GENDER SCHOOL. -enter dramatic background music- Sakura's mother does not really approve, I'm sure.

I myself actually go to an all girls school -- its very annoying. My primary school was mixed though. I always used to mix with the boys better. A lot of girls in all-girls schools are really horrible...

Oops! I forgot the disclaimer.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. I'm sure you're all in shock.


We Were Made to Be

Chapter One

What Not To Buy Your Daughter

She stared. She thought the dress stared back.

That's probably because she was convinced it had a mind of its own. It was HIDIOUS.

It looked like the dresses she made her dolls wear when she was four. It was frilly. It was floaty. It had silk ribbons. It was bright pink. It matched her hair, for Christ's sake. And not only that. It had matching gloves and pumps.

Sakura was going to vomit.

"No."

"Miss Sakura, maybe if you-"

"No."

"But your mother requested that you-"

"No."

"Well, if you just."

"No!" Sakura folded her arms. "I will not, wear this- this monstrosity! It looks like Barbie threw up. My hair may be pink, but I am not girly."

"Haruno-sama, are you i-" Tomoyo entered and stopped when she saw the dress. Sakura eyed her up and down with a sour expression on her face that was gradually growing more and more vengeful. Tomoyo opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again. She was wearing a polo shirt with a jacket and jeans. In other words, normal clothes.

"See?" Sakura pointed at her companion, who shrunk back out of the door. "How come Tomoyo gets to wear normal clothes, but I dont? That is completely unfair."

Sakura took off out of the closet with her originally picked out clothes in hand. The old maid trotted after hair with that... BEAST clutched in her hands.

"Miss Sakura, please reconsider!" She called after her young mistress.

Sakura didn't answer. She only turned on her heel to sprint up the stairs to her mothers suite.

Slamming open the doors, face like thunder, Sakura stormed in. In front of her was a huge bed that stretched for nearly the entire witdth of the room. In the bed lay a tall, skinny woman wearing a night-mask. Sakura did not care to whether she was in a towel or not. She got up on to the bed and bounced. She bounced for all she was worth.

"Mom!" She shouted.

Bounce, bounce bounce.

"WAKE UP." She bellowed, just as Satomi had entered the room. She was pale in the face.

"MOM." Sakura yelled again. Her mother didn't open her eyes, but she frowing.

"Wha-wha-whaaat..." She said, feebly stiffling a yawn.

"Oh, so I have to get up early, but you sleep in?" Sakura poked her mother, finally provoking her to open her eyes. She sat up, pulling pillows that Sakura had thrown at her away from her head, revealling a head of rose-pink hair. It wasn't quite as shocking as Sakura's, but it was enough to turn a few heads. She and Sakura were very alike. Her mother, however, had blue eyes and a beauty mark on her cheek.

"What?" She asked, conclusively.

"What, in the name of the lord," Sakura pointed accusingly to the dress that Satomi was still holding. "Is that."

"...The housekeeper?"

"Not the housekeeper," Sakura wheezed. She was trying so hard not to throw a complete tantrum. "What she's holding."

Her mother got the message. "The dress?"

"Its not a dress, mother. Its the spawn of Satan."

"Sakura!" Her mother looked shocked at her. Sakura's expression didn't faulter. She pouted and her eyebrow twitched. "Sakura," Her mother twisted herself out of bed and grapped a fluffy blue dressing gown. "Your father and myself picked that dress out epecially."

"And what year was it when you did this?"

"We," Her mother continued, ignoring her last comment, "bought it for your first day because we wanted you to send out the right message."

Sakura's jaw dropped. "What message? That I'm looking to get beaten up?"

"Look, if you just try it on-"

"I refuse to touch it. I think I'll catch stupid."

Her mother looked at her in such a way that it could have made the dead roll over in their graves. Unfortunately Sakura had inherited her Father's gift of ignoring it completly. "Well I touched it. Just look at me!"

"Yes. It proves my point." Sakura spat angrily, and her mother flopped back in her pillows. Sakura lay next to her, arms folded. Her mother turned to look at her, Sakura didn't do the same.

"Sakura, I'm sorry you don't like the dress." She hurriedly continued before her daughter could respond, "But I just want to make sure that you don't give off the message that I did when I was going to school."

"I've heard that story, mom." Sakura moaned. "I wont dress inappropriately! I just dont want to wear that."

"What clothes have you got?"

Sakura showed them. Her motheer looked at them, contemplating.

"...add flat-heeled shoes and a jacket, and you've got a deal."

"Eeeee!" Sakura squealed, hugging her mother. Her mother patted her weakly back.


Sakura clutched her bag. There it was. The limozine. The gateway to heaven. For years now, she had been awaiting for this day. She had done so much to get it. She had embarrassed her father in front of his co-workers for this.

"Sakura, let me get a look at you." Her mother said, emerging from the doors behind. Sakura spun on her heels beaming at her whist her mother looked her up and down. "Fine."

"Sakura-sama, Tomoyo called, running after Sakura with a red face. They walked down to the car and Tomoyo opened the door for her mistresses. "Are you sure you want to do this."

"Positive." Sakura nodded finally as her mom instructed the driver. "Oh, and Tomoyo, when we are at school, you musn't call me Haruno-sama. Call me Sakura, okay? I don't want my classmates knowing you're my maid. How stupid would I look?" Sakura started considering this to herself. "In fact, you're my cousin at school. Yes." Sakura smiled, admiring her work.

Tomoyo paused. "No Haruno-sama?"

"Nope."

"Sakura-sama?"

"Nu-uh."

"Sakura-san?"

"Tone it down a bit."

Tomoyo looked flustered. "Sakura-chan?"

"That'll do it!" Sakura smiled kindly. "And you will be my nee-chan, okay?"


"Sakura, I want to come in to the school with you," her mom pointed out, grabbing her bag as they came up upon the school.

It was big. Huge, even. Sakura stared in wonder as they drove up on to the curb in front of the white marble stairs that led up to the main entrance. Over the doors was the school's name. "KONOHA ACHADEMY - High School Section" in big gold font.

"Mom, I'm going to a school where the rich snoots send their kids. I'll be fine."

"Sakura, please."

"Fiiiine."


It was like a dream. No, it was better. The inside of the school was just as Tomoyo had described it. It was plain, with big metal boxes called lockers. It was all tiled with doors and notice boards. Sakura didn't have long to admire it before her mother had dragged her to the principals's office.

The principal was extremely beautiful. A young and domineering woman called Tsunade. Sakura had decided that she liked this person as soon as she saw her.

"Ah!" She said in a powerful voice, at once standing from her desk to shake hands with the three of them. "Haruno Mizu-san!" She adressed Sakura's mother. "We've been expecting you. We have some paper work here."

Sakura saw her mother cringe. "Of course you do."

"The girls can go to their class room, if you want." Sakura nodded before her mother could say anything. "I'll call an escort, shall I? Its easy to get lost in here."

And with swiftness she pushed one of the many buttons at her side. Sakura grinned at her eagely. So this was her principal! She had no idea she's be so young... So blonde! Her long hair was neatly pinned back in to pigtails. But before she could admire her any more, a knock came from the door. Tsunade granted them entry and in came a young woman with hair tied in a messy bun at the back of her head.

"You called, Tsunade-sama?" She said, in a very 'I've got things to do' voice.

"Anko. Show these two to their class, if you please." The principal said plainly. Sakura stood up and hugged her mother as she showed her daughter with details.

"Try and make a good impression, oh and remember your manners, of course. The car will pick you up at the end of school outside the front of the school, so wait for him there okay?"

Sakura answered with a string of quick yes's, kissed her mother on the cheek, gave a polite wave to the principal and hurried out the door.


"We're almost there." The teacher said, leading them in a brisk walk down the corridor.

Sakura no longer felt as perky as she had before. Her stomach had sunk to her shoes (flat heels as her mother had commanded). She looked to Tomoyo, and could tell she was feeling the same. Sakura nudged her and held out her hand, giving her companion one of her nicest smiles. Tomoyo paused, and then gingerly took it. They walked hand in hand down the corridor to where the classroom was.

Anko was already knocking on the door. Sakura wasn't ready for this. She could feel a cold sweat on her forehead. She hurriely wiped it away with her sleeve and staightened her dress. Tomoyo was attempting the world record for "Fastest Pigtail Fixing."

"Ah, Kakashi." Anko called, in the same hurried voice, opening the door. "I have new students for you."

"Wonderful." Answered a male voice and the sliding of a chair being pushed back. "Send them in one at a time to avoid mix-ups with names, and such."

Sakura thought this was odd, but this didn't stop her from having the world's fasted "Rock, Paper, Scissors" with Tomoyo. Her companion groaned as she lost, and threw a final nervous glance at Sakura before flattening her blonde hair and walking in.

Sakura listened in from outside.

"Okay. What's your name, first?"

"Oto Tomoyo." Sakura could hear her friend's voice. It was a little shaky, but sounded a heck of a lot more confident than Sakura felt at that moment. What if she said something wrong? What if she said her name was "Smashing Beetroot" instead of Haruno Sakura? Sakura remembered her bad habit when she was nervous... as long as she didn't do that, they were safe.

"Tomoyo. Tell us about yourself."

"W-well..." Sakura cringed as Tomoyo was forced to lie about her maid-dom. She had both fingers crossed for her maid. "Mainly, I've come here to accompany my cousin, Sakura-chan, who is currently outside the door."

"Your hobbies? Likes and dislikes?"

"Reading, I guess. And listening to music. I like... this is going to sound so weird, but I really like the rain... and I dislike spiders a lot."

Sakura's eyes were wide as she was listened in. She was squirming where she stood.

"Calm down." Said the teacher next to her, who was looking at her in a concerned manner.

"What?"

"Just keep it cool." The teachers smiled and patted her shoulder reassuringly. "You'll be fine, they're gonna love you. This is one of the fickle classes, you see. They love beauty, and you've got tons of it."

Sakura blushed a little and muttered a quiet thank-you. Sakura liked this teacher to.

"And your cousin? You can come in now."

Sakura was frozen. She tried to move, but she couldn't.

Argh, DAMMIT, the voice in her head roared. Move, move MOVE.

Her knees were locked in place.


OOOOH, SUSPENSE D:

Not really, ahaha.

This chapter was shorter than the prologue... I bet you're all glad, right? Ahahahah...

I got... very in to writing this. My stomach was lurching about like Sakura's when I was typing it...

Expect the next chapter soon! Review, pleaaaase?

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Sneak preview of the next chapter:


They stared.


She stared back.

They stared.

She narrowed her eyes. Her social skills were limited. And worse... boys! She'd only seen them in magazines; she's never even spoken to one of her own age before! She fiddled with her hands nervously as one of them raised his hand to speak.

"Um... yes?" She asked, narrowly avoiding a stutter.

"What. THE fuck," One of the boys in the back row started. "Is with your hair."