Many Masks
Written By - Treina
III
Sakura's Mask - Part 1
Hinata's birthday is coming up and I can't wait to go. The only problem is everything needs to be perfect, memorable. It only took me twenty minutes and fifteen seconds to make a list of everyone who would have to come. I knew that Hinata didn't want this to be a big party, but this was a big deal to all of us and I think that everyone should attend. It only stands to reason that you would need a big party for such a huge event.
The only problem that remained was the location. Where to have this wonderful party? There would be no way in hell that the party would take place at my house. No way at all. Father probably wouldn't mind...but mother? Never, not in a million years. The stupid old hag. I know that it's not right to talk about person's parents like that...but im not talking, im thinking...and no one can stop that. Mother, the old hag who would never understand anything. All she can seem to do is yell at me that I spend too much time thinking about Sasuke-kun, that I need to pay more attention to my training.
"Do you want to end up on the streets?" These words hurt the most. To have to hear it every morning. Does she not think that I try my hardest? So what if I have a stupid crush on the Uchiha...everyone else does. Why cant I? Is every one of these women going to end up the streets? I laugh at my mother's stupidity. Every morning I have to be reminded of the wonderful jounin she would have made...if my father didn't mess things up, if I wasn't born.
I stare at my feet as this morning's routine conversation ran through my mind. Maybe I was being stupid and selfish to go after the Uchiha. So what? Out of all these girls there is only one that will win his heart. Who is to say that it won't be me? So what he's all I talk about...so what? Tears roll down my eyes as I try to block out the truth. Who am I kidding? Sasuke-kun had not laid a move on one girl yet...not one. He's cold to everyone and the only person he will ever talk to in the world is Naruto. He gave up on Kakashi a long time ago. I'm such a stupid girl.
"Hey Sakura-chan!" Hinata waves me down and I wipe the tears before she can see.
"Good morning Hinata!" I greeted warmly, the smile coming as an automatic response.
"Are
you okay?" Hinata, sweet wonderful Hinata. She would have been a most
dreadful rival, if it weren't for the whole Neji issue.
"I was just
thinking about where to have your party," I smile and point to the list
in my hands, hoping that she doesn't notice the tear stained smudged
ink.
She smiled back at me, "we could have it in the guesthouse
at the Hyuuga Manor," she suggested, "I could talk to father about
it...I'm sure he wouldn't mind as long as there are not too many
people...I can take you to look at it if you like," her blush became
apparent and I could tell that she wasn't sure if it would be
proper...after all, she did decide to have me in charge of it all.
"What a wonderful idea!" I beam, taking her by the hand, "when can I see it"
She
then seemed to be bursting with joy as she informed me that she could
do it first thing in the morning, "I will talk to father about it
tonight and meet you here tomorrow morning."
I agreed to this idea and took my leave, giving the excuse that I needed to go shopping. All though it may be a lie, my reasoning is so secret, that if anyone would find out, Sasuke's fan club would catch wind fast. So I headed to the small magical hill in the forest where Sasuke watches the stars every night, so every night I go and watch him. It's a beautiful sight and its something I always look forward to every day.
But today, he wasn't there by himself, he was with someone. I wasn't able to see the other person, but I could see Sasuke talking with them. Who would have the privilege to come here with him? Who would he possibly bring here? This was his secret place. No one was supposed to know, no one but him and me. A boiling rage began to grow within me, the more I sat here and watched Sasuke laugh...the more the anger grew and I couldn't contain myself anymore.
"What are you doing here, who are you!" I stepped out of the bushes with my fists clenched, but was surprised to see Naruto standing there. Sasuke glared at me and opened his mouth as if to say something, but closed it again. Naruto was badly blushing and I wasn't sure if I had just made a huge mistake.
"Oh, hi Naruto, I didn't know it was you," Sasuke's frown deepened. "Sasuke was just showing me this beautiful place-" but he was cut off by an extremely cold glare. "Uh..." I began, feeling like I should run away as fast as possible. The one thing I hated more than anything, was a pissed off Sasuke.
I
smiled, "good, that means I don't have to look for Naruto too," I
decided that this was a good statement, it shows that I knew nothing of
this...his secret place, actually, I should key on this.
"Although I
don't know what you boys are out here doing in the middle of the
forest, I've been looking for you all night," I put an expression on my
face that showed pure ignorance. Sasuke turned his back to me, as if
not wishing to see me. He always does that. Naruto looked at Sasuke,
and then smiled at me, "so what is it Sakura-chan?" He beamed, walking
over to me, "don't worry about him, he's just in a bad mood...like
always," Naruto giggled, he loved making fun of Sasuke, which is one of
the reasons why I hate to be around the idiot blond. But nonetheless I
smiled; knowing that we were teammates and the only way to get through
anything was to work together.
"Hinata will be the first one to
turn sixteen this year and we're all going to have a big party. It will
be in the guesthouse of the Hyuuga Manor at six pm on Saturday," I
explained, "you are both expected to come," she put emphasis on the
word 'both' while looking in Sasuke's direction, "you both can make it
right"
"Of course! We wouldn't miss it for anything!" Naruto cheered and Sasuke turned around glaring at him.
I
decided that it was time to take my leave; I hated it when Sasuke was
in one of his bad moods. So I left the forest, already noting at how
late it was getting, I went home and went strait to bed. Mother wasn't
home, as usual.
