Desclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters( unfortanetly) yadda yadda yadda, etc.
Author's Notes: Weeeeee! Yay, finally started my own Naruto fic! Happiness! err, ahem. Anywayyyy, I know what you're all thinking "Agh, not another copy of poor girl goes to rich shcool meets rich guy and falls in love! Damn youuu!" Yeah, err, well it's not THAT simple. Yesh, I am using the story line of poor girl goes to rich school yadda, yadda, yadda but I'm smart enough to actually give the story my own twists so I hope you'll at least give it a chance.
Errr, some simple facts you guys might want to know. 1. The gang are basically all the same age, 18, with a few differences here and there. 2. I know NOTHING about universities, colleges, or academies either here or in japan so please do me a favor and dont eat me if i say something that makes absolutely no sense at all. I'm only a freshman in highschool, for pete's sake.
And also, thank you all for the wonderful reviews on the Prologue! I really didn't expect to reel in such a crowd but it makes me extremely happy to see I did, and see such wonderful reviews! I'll work hard on this story for you guys, my wonderful reviewers!
Anyway, now that THAT is over with here we go! Read, Review, and most of all REVIEW-err...ahaha...I mean- ENJOY!
Kiki
Chapter 1
Crisis and Shopping
"Hah! You've got to be kidding me!" Ino smirked. "You mean to tell me that you got accepted to Konoha Academy?"
Green eyes narrowed on the blond. "Shut up Ino-pig."
The girl in question laughed at her friend's miffed attitude and patted her back. "Oh come on Sakura, it's not that bad is it?"
"Well, what do you think?!" the other girl, Sakura, snapped. "My mom wasted my savings, her savings, AND my college savings just to get me into a school for snobby, rich people where I'm going to feel as uncomfortable as-"
"Hey, I'm not snobby!" the blond whined, interrupting the other girl's rant.
Sakura rolled her eyes and smiled slightly. "No, you're just obnoxious and demanding."
Ino scoffed. "Oh, like you're so perfect Ms. I-need-anger-management-as-soon-as-possible!"
"Do not!" Sakura laughed, tugging on Ino's long blond hair. The blond gave a very un-lady like snort that you would have never guessed came from a rich millionaire's proper daughter.
"But, anyway, what's the big deal?"
The pink haired girl sighed. "Nothing, it's just….I'm going to feel so uncomfortable there, and now we're going to be on a pretty tight budget since she wasted all of our savings. All because she naively believes I'll find my prince charming at Konoha….and of course, he'll be rich." But even though her mother said and sometimes thought such things Sakura knew better than to foolishly believe her mother only cared about money. She wasn't like that but, unfortunately, she was slightly too naïve and day dreamy for a grown woman.
"She must have been really determined," Ino chuckled. Sakura rolled her eyes.
"You have nooo idea."
"Then, that just means there's only one thing to do!" the blond smirked and stood abruptly while her friend stared at her dubiously. Several other people in the café turned to look at them at the sound of Ino's sudden outburst and Sakura shrank in her seat under all the stairs, wishing the floor would just open up and swallow her whole.
"Ino!" she hissed, a light blush of embarrassment staining her cheeks ", sit down!!"
"Oh there's no time for sitting down now Sakura! We have something important to get to!"
Sakura stared at her friend blankly. "And what would that be?"
"Well, shopping of course!" Then, not wasting any time, Ino grabbed a hold of her friend's arms to haul her up.
"W-What??" Sakura sputtered, shocked. She tells her childhood friend that she has a huge, life changing problem and the only solution the other girl can think of is to go shopping?? "B-But ...-I'm still on shift!" She motioned towards the uniform she wore.
Ino's nose wrinkled in contemplation before she turned and shouted; "Hey Kari!"
A small, shy girl with short red hair behind the counter jumped slightly. "H-Hai?"
Ignoring Sakura's groans about how she was totally going to get her fired Ino grinned at the red haired girl. "Sakura's not feeling very well so she'll be leaving a bit early today!"
Then, without another word, the blond dragged her friend out the door- several customers staring after them with bemused smiles on their faces.
"I hate you."
Ino nodded distractedly. "Yeah, yeah. I love you too."
Sakura glared at her friend weakly then sighed. "You do know that if I get fired it is totally your fault, right?"
"Mm Hmn." Ino nodded, totally agreeing, before suddenly holding up a shirt to eye critically. She turned her gaze to Sakura. "Hmm…what do ya think?"
"I think that it's probably very expensive."
"Ok, then, just imagine for once in your entire life that everything we look at doesn't have a price.
"But-"
"For once in your life Sakura," Ino interrupted. She held up the shirt to her again. "Once."
Sighing, Sakura grabbed the shirt and pulled it closer. It was a light, pale pink and had cherry blossoms that were a darker pink scattered around it. A half moon shone slightly at the far right side of it. If she was truthful with herself, Sakura would have easily admitted how beautiful the shirt looked, how much she loved it.
"It's okay," she shoved it, albeit gently, into Ino's arms before turning and pretending to look at another rack of clothes. Ino grinned and, checking to make sure the pink haired girl wasn't watching, picked out a matching white skirt with pink stitching and added them to the clump of clothes she already held.
Once they had reached the cashier Sakura stared at the clothes as Ino took out her credit card to pay for them, but, as soon as the total price flashed on the small, black screen, Sakura gaped and quickly grabbed a hold of Ino's arm before she could swipe the card.
"Uh, Ino-"
The blond simply smirked at her. "Just don't be expecting any holiday or birthday gifts from me any time soon." Then she pulled her arm away and swiped the card.
Sakura groaned.
"I am never going to have a clear conscience again," she said later, as the two of them sat in a small café/bakery right outside of the mall.
"Pffftt! I wasn't doing that for you forehead, "Ino scoffed, then sipped some of her chocolate mocha before continuing ", I just don't want people at the academy to get the idea that I hang out with losers." Then she added slyly. "Well, that is if I decide to hang out with you."
Sakura rolled her eyes, smiling. "If you decide to hang out with me. Oh, of course. Silly me." Yet, even though her friend said that, Sakura knew for a fact that as soon as they got to school Ino would be flaunting her around the whole campus and introducing her to random people.
As if reading her thoughts, Ino giggled. "This is going to be fun."
"If you say so…" was the pink haired girl's doubtful reply.
"I do say so!" the blond giggled again. "So, do you want me to pick you up tomorrow for your first day of school?"
"What for?" Sakura asked, then added ", I can just take the bus, you know."
Ino gave her friend a blank look. "What do you mean what for?? To start off your school year with a bang, duh!"
Thinking back to the new, expensive, pile of clothes she had just gotten for school and all the stares she'd get from her narutally pink hair Sakura thought she'd already be starting off with a bang. Oh, and let's not forget all the more attention she'd be getting if the infamous millionaire's rich, proper daughter Yamanaka Ino decided to hang out with her.
Which, of course, she probably was.
The way things are going I think I'm already going to start off with enough of a 'bang' as it is. But, shrugging, she told Ino she'd see her tomorrow morning at ten.
"Mom, I'm home!" Sakura closed the door behind her, locked it, then took off her shoes at the entrance lest she get the house dirty. When nobody answered she padded into the living room quietly, and then into the kitchen. She flipped the lights on.
"Surprise!"
Sakura let out a shriek of surprise as her mother sprang at her and confetti flew all over the surprise.
"W-w-what…-what are you doing??" The pink haired girl stared up at the older woman then at the confetti now lying all over the place. Lastly, her eyes fell on the round cake sitting on the table.
Sanku stared at her daughter gleefully before pulling her into a hug. "I just wanted congratulate my little Sakura-chan for getting accepted into one of the most prestigious academies EVER!"
Sakura gave her mother a look. "I'm still mad at you mom."
"That's not the point!" Her mother snapped, drawing away to wag a scolding finger in front of her daughter's face. "I swear, I can't do anything nice for you without you thinking I'm trying to get out of trouble or something!-….Which I'm not!"
Chuckling, Sakura grabbed her mother by the shoulders to drag her over to the cake- which the older woman had been eyeing hungrily ever since she had arrived. "Hai, Hai."
"So, did you and Ino-chan have fun?" She asked, eyeing the bags that her daughter had placed beside her chair. The younger girl could see her fingers itching to grab one of them to look at what she had bought.
She giggled. "Yes, we had fun." She took a bite out of her piece of cake then added ", Oh and she'll be giving me a ride to school tomorrow, so don't worry about me taking the bus."
"Oh, really?" Sanku clapped her hands happily. "That's perfect. And I'm sure she'll introduce you to tons of people, and- knowing you- you'll make lots of friends." Suddenly, her face turned serious and she leaned in to whisper conspiraciously ", And some of those friends better be boys because I am telling you again; You better give me lots of grandchildren before I die or I'm coming back to haunt you and-"
"Mom!" Sakura let out a shriek of laughter and gently pushed the grinning woman back, her cheeks tinted red. "Will you stop that? God, you've been saying the same thing over and over again since I've been allowed to date!"
Sanku shrugged. "Well, it's true. You know how much I want grandchildren yet you continue to torture me by hardly ever going on any dates!" Then she added dramatically; "Do, you know what that does to my blood pressure?!"
The younger laughed at her mother's antics and shook her head. "Mom, you're not even going to die any time soon! Look at you; you're only thirty-six!" Sakura grinned slyly. "Instead of focusing so much on me giving you grandkids how 'bout you give me a little brother or sister?"
The older woman flushed an interesting shade of red at her daughter's suggestion then stuttered out something about going to bed early before zooming out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Sakura giggled softly and then, knowing her mother's routine like she knew her own name, she cut off a big chunk of cake and placed it on a plate.
She held said plate up in the air.
1... 2…3…4…
"Oh, why, thank you Sakura-chan!" Sanku grabbed the plate, bent down to place a small kiss on her daughter's forehead, then ran out of sight once again.
5
Sakura smiled.
Once she had finished her piece of cake she put away what was left and wandered over to the sink to wash her plate. And, as she scrubbed at the dish, thoughts of what tomorrow would bring tumbled over and over in her head.
Hopefully, no one would find out that she wasn't exacly rich or famous.
It's not like she was ashamed of being middle class, no, she never was or will be, it's just that she hoped she could lay low during her stay at the academy. After all, if people found out she wasn't exacly 'one of them' they'd surely make a big deal about it and then Sakura's plan of laying low would be completely and utterly ruined.
Then again, staying low when your best friend is a famous multimillionaire's daughter and will probably introduce you to a bunch of people is almost as easy as biting through steel.
Sakura sighed.
There was no doubt about it. Tomorrow would be an interesting day.
She just hoped it'd be the good type of interesting, not the bad.
Ahahahaha, yeah, well...there you have it. And yeah, I know, Sanku? But hey, I dont think they ever even mentioned anything about Sakura's parents parents so I'm just going to make up my own. Anyyyyway, how was it? Please leave me a review!
Kiki
