Chapter Three

Sakura's Point of View

What was that? Did his eyes glow yellow or was I imagining it? I don't know much about hybrids, anyway, so I'll let it be. Soon enough, the prefect of discipline appears and commands us to go back inside our own respective classrooms because 'you're disrupting the peace' as she quoted. Why didn't she scold the Konoha then? I don't see her reprimanding them. Hmph. Obviously, she's another smittened fangirl of Konoha.

I sat back in my own seat again and waited for our teacher to come which was unfortunately (but fortunately for the fangirls), Hatake Kakashi. He was always late, arriving 20 minutes later and then having the absolute gall to extend his time. Although our next teacher had no problem with him extending his time in her schedule, we got the brunt of her unlimited assignments and projects. She would also make us read in advance because she would be having a graded recitation. Ugh, I knew she was just trying to impress Kakashi-sensei.

Anyway, like what I said, Kakashi-sensei arrived 20 minutes later, causing a major squealing and fangirling. Ino was one of them and here I thought she was only a fangirl of Uchiha Sasuke. Apparently not.

"Sorry, I am late, my lovely students," I could tell he was smiling from behind his mask. "I got held up by helping the janitor on my way here."

I rolled my eyes and muttered to myself. "Bullshit."

Good thing he didn't hear it due to the loud noises my classmates were making. He chuckles before opening the English book he carried along with his disgusting book. "Alright, open your book on page 57. Read the instruction in Letter A. It says: Create your own hardcopy of a documentation with the topic that your teacher will be given to you. Alright, so all of you understood the instruction?" he asked, looking at us.

I was fluent in many languages. My mother's family side were half-foreigners, and I learned from them. So far, I could speak English, German, Spanish, and of course, my native language, Japanese. Recently, I've been learning basic Chinese. Therefore, I completely understood what Kakashi-sensei was telling us. I don't know about my classmates though. Some understood, but some still struggled in processing it. Just like Tenten, she was having trouble speaking the English language and I would have to translate everything for her to understand. Not that I mind it, of course. She's my friend and I am willing to help her any time.

"I brought here a jar filled with many topics. Pick one. I'll call your name alphabetically; however, I'll start with the ladies first."

They couldn't wait to get called. I could tell from their eager expressions.

Oh shoot. I am the first one in the list.

"Haruno Sakura."

I stand up from my seat, walking over to his desk while keeping my eyes concentrated in the jar in his hand. I don't need to look in order to see that he was looking at my face. I wonder why though. Wordlessly, I put my hand inside the jar, picking a single rolled paper. I open it and read it out loud. "Werewolf?"

"Oh, nice pick, Haruno-san," he cheered. "That would be an interesting topic."

I was unimpressed. Are we in elementary? Why create documentation about werewolves? Ugh. Is he asking for the werewolf kind to be exposed? Jeez.

I trudge back to my seat. I am so not excited in doing this documentation.

"Oh, right, I almost forgot. If I found your work very interesting, I would exempt you from the upcoming exams," he said after I sat down on my seat. That definitely caught my interest.

I take back what I said (thought), I am so going to put all of my effort in this project. There's no way I would lose this perfect opportunity to be stress-free.

Lunch time came by and I was wandering around the campus, looking for a hiding spot. I am going to drink my tomato juice (read: blood) somewhere that Ino and the other wouldn't find me easily. All of a sudden, my nose caught a whiff of masculine scent. No, it was a mixture of scents. Wood, spice, ramen, and an expensive brand of cologne.

I look for the source of smell until my eyes land on the figure behind the large oak tree from a far. I find myself walking towards the said figure and I can't help but be confused as to why I was curious.

The figure moves from their place, probably hearing my shoes crunching on the dead leaves. He turns around and I hold back a gasp from escaping my lips.

It's one of the members of Konoha!

Uzumaki Naruto!

We stared at each other for who knows how long. Me, being wary at him, and him, just staring at me with a blank face, which is odd because he's always cheerful. Okay... this is getting awkward. I should just get away and avoid him before his fangirls notice I was here.

I was about to walk around when he stopped me by calling my name. I whip my head to look at him again, giving him a suspicious glare. "How do you know my name?" I ask — no — demand.

He grins widely. "How would I not know you, Sakura-chan? You should blame your hair."

Ah, right, my hair. It was only my pink hair that most of the students remembered me. But, did I just hear him say my name with the suffix -chan?

I huff. "That's Haruno-san to you, Uzumaki-san. I barely know you, so don't call me by my given name and don't add the suffix -chan!"

His face crestfallen before morphing into another optimistic grin once more. "You can call me Naruto or Naruto-kun then!"

I stare at him in disbelief. What the heck? I was already being rude to him and everything and still he could think and say optimistically? What's wrong with him? Ugh, can't he see that I do not want to be familiar with him? Argh, what am I still doing here? I should go now and forget that this had ever happen. It won't give me any benefits, plus, his fangirls might be lurking around and plotting my death already.

"No, thanks. I am not interested in getting familiar with a member of Konoha," I stated bluntly. "And don't talk to me again. Just treat me like I'm a plague or something. I don't want to die yet by the hands of stupid and foolish fangirls," I really don't care that I was rude to him, but come on, he will bring nothing but trouble for me.

I know so, because I've seen how many times their fangirls make the stupid girl's life (who dares to talk to them) a living hell. They always ended up transferring into another school or simply landing themselves in the hospital. Of course, I am not really afraid of them because they are merely mortals, but I can't exactly expose myself, can I?

Suddenly, my vision starts getting blurry and my surroundings turn pink. My eyes widen in realization. I need blood.

Muttering a curse under my breath, I sprint away from my position, ignoring his calls. I run through the forest where I knew I would be safe for the mean time. Damn it, I got held up in drinking the blood. I jump with the help of my vampire abilities into the highest branch, then hastily open the packet that I was hiding inside my sweater. I chug it down in one go.

My vision becomes clear and I don't feel thirsty anymore. I sigh in relief. That was close.