[ A.N. Hello everyone! Uhm, this is my first story... and i'm still learning how to use fanfiction :) please review and tell me what you think of this story... i have about 11 chapters written on my computer.. but i need to see if its actually good enough XD. enjoy! ]


Ruffled, I walked out of the airport doors thinking only about a soft bed to flop down upon and die. I was pushing a cart of a few luggages containing only necessaries (clothes, toiletries, shoes etc.), the rest should come tomorrow or the day after.

I was wearing jeggings (because they're so amazing - for anyone who don't know what they are, they're jeans but stretchy – like jeans-leggings), an oversized light grey sweater and a pair of red worn out converse. And of course the necklace my parents gave me, my elbow-length hair was pulled up in a messy bun but was thankfully hidden with the large hood of the jacket.

A limited amount of people called me pretty before, and then everyone else said I looked like spring. My eyes were bright green on the first look, framed by thick and long lashes, but as you look closer there are a lot of different shades (of pure green of course. I think my eyes are the only thing that people would consider 'beautiful'). The thing is that I hate the fact that my eyes are very expressive; everyone can read me like an open book. But what makes me stand out from the crowd is my hair. While Mom has more of a light, pastel pink, I have rosy pink locks that frame the heart shape of my face. Together with a button nose, I actually do look like spring – just like my name says "Sakura", a cherry blossom.

I haven't expected anyone to greet me because I only knew Ino, but she was away on a trip. After about 29382983 times of apologizing I finally was able to distract her… I signed and trudged forward pulling the cart with me. Now… taxi time. I pulled out a small sheet of paper with the address and any other info about my new apartment.

As I was walking across the road with my eyes glued to the sheet of paper, i took note of stuff around me to avoid embarrassing bumps to the furniture around; just came and already made a fool out of myself… great.

I spotted a taxi in the midst of the packed car park, wedged between two huge busses. A few paces down, sleek and shining under the afternoon sun, was a fancy sports car.

'SHANAROOO! OMA-GAD. THAT CAR IS TOTALLY SEXY LOOK AT THE MIDNIGHT BLUE…*drools*'

'FUCK. Where did you come from Inner' I jerked like an idiot in the middle of standing staring at the car because of the stupid inner.

Yeah, I am weird, but what makes me 100% and officially unusual was my Inner. She's like the… me – the exact opposite of me. While I'm usually quiet (but no were near the word called 'shy'), she was loud as fuck inside my head; it's like I have another sibling. While I'm quite innocent and can control my female hormones, my inner has intense difficulty with it *facepalm* she's always horny and amazingly perverted and what's worse is that I can't control her, she just pops outa nowhere and shuts up after she's tired (not because of me..). One thing that we have in common is the temper. Though we show it differently, I usually can't control my temper while she is the silent-fury-type.

'Oh hell…' I began grudgingly walk away from the sports car disappointed and pity for myself because I'm sure in my lifetime, I wouldn't be able to afford anything like that. This time my face smashed itself on another person's chest. I didn't notice the tall figure walking from the beautiful car I was admiring before towards the road-cross I am walking on. 'shit-e…'

"Oh! I'm sorry, sir. I wasn't looking!" I stepped back for more space and bowed 90 degrees. Ahh... my back is gonna die from this rate (from le bowing and le stress)

"Watch where you're going… Pinky."

The voice was a dark rumble, hinting anger in the depths. 'Whoever this bitch is, smells so fucking good…' my inner once growled 'I wouldn't mind him-' I flushed bright pink as she finished her thoughts. It was nearly 2 seconds later that I realized he called me pinky. Oh. This. Bitch. He dared call me pinky? JUST BECAUSE I BUMPED INTO HIM? My eyes flashed as I was about to give him a piece of my mind.

But just as my line of view travelled up a new pair of Vans, dark jeans and a lean chest covered by a dark polo, in the corner of my eye I saw a few girls walking to my aimed taxi, so I hurriedly gritted out an apology and began dragging my cart as fast as possible behind me while I made a beeline towards the car. 'No they shall not steal the taxi I tried to find hard – hmph!'

Sure there are others around but this one is the only one I saw that the taxi driver did not look like some pedo. I reached the place first and the girls gave me a nasty bitch face. Hah, I resisted the urge to stick out my tongue.

I glimpsed back at the person I bumped to but I could only see a small image of his back walking to the entrance of the airport. Meh. Bastard.

'Oooh. Raven, spikey hair huhhhh? I would dieeeee to grab a thick chunk and… '

"Oh Kami-sama! Shut up, Inner" I mumbled trying to hold down a blush. So Ino was right… cute/hot guys did exist here and my inner's stupid rambles didn't help either. But I haven't seen his face yet… so not exactly sure if hot would describe him and he's a bastard. I was absendmindedly thinking about his smooth, deep – husky voice. Oh god, it was delicious; reeking with sex-apeal. I squeeze my eyes shut as I literally tried to hold back my pathetic moan of pleasure… well. That. Was. Weird. Uhm.

After I paid the taxi and thanked him (because he generously helped me with my bag), I finally was able to take a good look of the building I was to spend a few more years in. Thoughts that occupied my mind for the last 30 minutes driving from the airport of the raven male disappeared.

It was elegant and luxurious with beige color walls (outside) and large expanses of glass (windows). It was almost like a 5 star hotel baby! I mentally thanked my parents for planning the best for their daughter. I've never really considered my family high-class… but they always tried to give me what's best. Once in a week mom and I would go shopping and buy something for each of us and Dad. I tried to waste as little money as possible and bought only useful stuff even though Mom would nag. In the end she always bought the item for her own and then at home she would convince me to put it on, and urge Dad to give me a lesson of how beautiful it looked on me and so on; I would have to accept it either way. Let's just say that Mom and Dad were rich, and I was the poor one *wink*.

'Calm yourself, Sakura. You're embarrassing us and close your mouth or you'll catch some flies soon.' Inner Sakura scold me. I quickly closed my mouth that opened when I saw the lobby (huh… I don't even know how I even got to the lobby…haha… I'm being so humiliating).

I trudged my way through the glass doors in to the lobby. Oh god is this like a hotel…? It was in October but already I could see a huge, gigantic (Christmas) tree which is soon going to be decorated located in the middle of the lobby. The front desk was right behind the tree and on both sides of the tree; there were a bunch of elegant sofas spread out. The carpet was thick and soft against my old Converse. 'I'm sorry baby, I shall wash you after I clean the house…' yes – I do indeed talk to my shoes.

'Oh god, was this like a hotel? Ok, here is my theory: it's an EX-HOTEL :D - HOW ABOUT THAT?' For once I agreed to my inner. I began to push and pulled a bunch of bags like an idiot trying to get to the front desk.

After seeing me roll some of the fatter bags like a Poop-Beatle, a mom sitting on one of the sofas felt sorry for me and nudged her son to help. He was my age, I realized.

He came up to me cautiously, slouching slightly.

'Hmm…messy brown hair cut short with odd red triangles on his cheeks… black T-shirt with a pair of faded washed jeans and some Nike hightops. Wow… he's not bad Saku!' I hardly paid attention to the inner and tucked some lose rosy bangs away into the hood. I blushed prettily while he gave me an awkward smile.

"Hi, name's Kiba. Innuzuka Kiba" He held out his hand and I reached out to shake it.