KONOHA HIGH
Behind the Scenes!
Me: Sakura Haruno has just punched Sasuke in the face!
Here we are with Naruto Uzamaki on this graphic scene.
Naruto, what do you think?
Naruto: Serves that Sasuke right.
He was probably groping her or something!!
Me: and what did you think of Sakura's depressing speech? (Wipes eyes with handkerchief)
Naruto: Well—
Ino: IT WAS HIL-ARIOUS!
Naruto: Uh—
Kiba: (grabs microphone) It was so sad! (sniffles) SasuSaku FTW! (waves banner)
Kakashi: NO! (punches Kiba out of the way) I love NaruSaku FL!
Naruto: dattebayo!??
Me: Um, actually…
Ino: Sama?
Me: This is sort of for SasuSaku NaruHina.
But
It may even end up being a NaruSakuSasu!
Kiba/Kakashi/Naruto:
DATTEBAYO??
Me: Uhhh…?
(Kiba has a bat in his hands)
(Kakashi has an axe)
(Naruto has shurikens)
Me: (sweat bead) gotta run!! (Dashes away)
Sakura: Ahem. (Grabs the microphone)
To be honest, I think the author has lost her mind.
It's way too serious! I mean, come on!
It's OOC.
(Sasuke comes up with a lollipop in his mouth)
Sasuke:
Yeah! I would never call Sakura beautiful!
Sakura:!! WHAT!?
Sakura: JERK! (Punches Sasuke and he falls on the floor)
Me: (stops running) SHE DID IT AGAIN!! (Sweatbead)
Kiba/Kakashi/Naruto/Me: OH NO! (Faints)
Sakura: So concludes 'Behind the Scenes!' See ya!
(Pulls down a little curtain that says THE END)
Sasuke is still knocked out on the floor.
LOL.
Yeah. It's retarded but I got a kick out of it.
Sakura POV
Cherry flavored bullets
Sasuke was holding me. I wanted to push him away. To hit him again. To scream in his face. I wanted him to realize how much he had hurt me over the years. But I couldn't do that. Because my heart still ached for him.
I wish that I had learned to forget him just as he had forgotten me.
Part of me wants everything to start over; and then another part wants it all to stay the same. Something inside me tells me that it will never be like this again. He'll never take me into his arms; this wasn't like him.
I have to be brave to face the future. And if the future meant some time to start over, or just to amend with Sasuke then I'm fine with that. Maybe even a little too fine.
On that night so long ago, I learned that goodbyes will always hurt. And for a while Team 7 was nothing but a picture of how it used to be; and pictures can never replace.
My breathing went back to normal, and the hysteria that had suffocated me was quieting down, the feeling of him with his arms around me was the sweetest lullaby that I had had in years. I realized how nice it was to have him back with us, even if it had to be the same as before… and personally, I preferred it that way.
And now, that photograph is of the past. The girl with the smile was now… well, she was pretty screwed up. The pretty boy with the scowl was a seeker of power, and he betrayed his village and his friends. The man with the grey hair was a pervert; his smile is true. And the blond ninja in the orange jumpsuit was the closest to human... and he had a demon sealed inside him.
I want to be more than the girl with the fake smile and teary eyes. Through the good and bad, those memories will bring me tears.
Sasuke inhaled into my hair and I pressed my lips against his bare skin. I fit perfectly, and his stone hard chest softened at my touch.
These moments were true; and words could never replace these feelings. I don't care if he got totally mad at me and blew me off. I had blown punches at him and told him he didn't know who he was. But when I look back at it, the scene replaying underneath the thick skull of mine, something told me that all that was… just me not knowing who I really was. Confusing enough? It's hard to explain.
My eyelids became heavy, and my strength was dying. I closed my eyes, now sore, and drifted off into a sleep.
Even though I'll sacrifice
You won't try for me
Not now
And I'd die just to know you love me
And I'm still
All alone
Isn't something missing—
Isn't SOMEONE missing me?
Sasuke POV
Stabbing sleeping beauty
Looking down to see Sakura sleeping was a big relief. I knew holding her would probably calm her down. It was either that, she was really tired, or the Tylenol had just knocked her out. Looking down at her peaceful face was actually really relaxing compared to how torn it had looked just a second ago;
Her
skin chalky white and soft looking, the top layer of her lashes
sprinkled with tears like dew… But have you ever heard of a
sleeping beauty that wasn't a beauty?
I haven't either, but
I was looking at one.
I very slowly and gently pushed her away from me by her shoulders, and her head rolled around lifelessly. Her breathing was shallow in her throat, and I could hear little zznnn's coming from the parting of her lips. Which were tempting me. I sighed, annoyed with myself for thinking such things of SAKURA. I mean, come on. Pull it together. I swung my feet around her and laid her head down on the paper. I pushed myself off the medical bed and walked to the door that was connected to the office. I opened the door and signaled to the nurse to come back in.
The nurse looked at me and blushed, and the two other hags giggled, and they watched the nurse as she flattened out her skirt, which her fat was bulging out of, and followed me into the room. The staff here is disgusting. The nurse came in and saw Sakura asleep, and ran over to check her pulse.
"She must be out from the Tylenol. Why are her eyes so puffy?" The nurse leaned closer to look at Sakura, and a bead of sweat trickled down my face.
"Tylenol does that to her. It's not a big deal." I lied with a sigh, putting one of my hands into my jean pocket, feeling for my cell phone.
"And—wait, what happened to your face? Your eye seems a little swollen."
"I hit my head on the… counter. I was trying to get a drink from the faucet and I stood up and hit my head." Wow. That was a pretty good one. The nurse was too stupid to realize that if I had hit my HEAD my EYE wouldn't be swollen. But who's the one paying attention here?
I checked my back pocket. There it was. I pulled out my black cellular device and scrolled my contacts. "Do you have Sakura's medical information?"
The nurse cleared her throat. "Yes, but I'm afraid it's for staff only."
"Really?" I gave her a toothy grin, and she practically jumped on top of her computer to find the information for me.
"Sakura Haruno… there's a house number and her mother's cell phone number."
"Try the house." I leaned over her to look get a look at the number, and the nurse giggled when she realized my face was right by her… chest. I glared at her. Repulsive. I practically gagged on my own spit.
"Yeahhh, uhhh. I can call it on my own."
"Okay." She tried to sound, like, seductive, but all she sounded like was… a man. Bill Cosby…?
"Hello?" I heard a woman answer the phone.
"Ah yes, Mrs. Haruno?"
"What? Who is this?"
"This is the school office. Your daughter is here and she's sick. Can you come and get her?"
"My little cherry blossom! Oh, my baby!" The woman squawked and then the line went dead.
I can now tell where Sakura got her voice from. And the gene to overreact. I looked over at Sakura. Her mouth was hanging open, her snores loud. Now that was attractive.
That's sarcasm.
XxX
Sakura's mom busted through the office door looking very flustered in her pajamas with her cup of coffee spilling this way and that. Her hair was blonde and her eyes were jade. How did Sakura get pink hair then??
"Where is she?" She asked me, almost kicking down the nurse's door.
"Pink hair." Was the only thing that came out of my mouth, but luckily Sakura's mom thought I was describing her.
"She's over there, ma'am." I pointed to Sakura, who was unconscious.
Sakura's mom rushed over to her daughter and whipped her head back in my direction.
Beads of sweat tickled the back of my head. I knew Sakura had one of the fiercest gazes I've ever seen, but her mom's eyes were kick hard. She looked furious.
"Mrs. Haruno." The nurse handed her a clipboard with some papers and Sakura's mom flipped through them rapidly, her chipped pink nails flying this way and that.
"It's just Miss, actually." Sakura's mom snapped, and worry lines etched into her forehead as she looked back up at the nurse.
"What are these?" Ms. Haruno asked, huskily, and dumped the rest of her coffee down her throat.
I twitched. Sakura wasn't as loony as her mom, but it was giving me an idea of what future Sakura may be like.
"They're medical forms, Ms. Haruno," The nurse cleared her throat, "Since your daughter had Tylenol, we need to give you these forms so that just in case this happens again we have your official permission."
"Why'd you give her Tylenol!?" Sakura's mother screeched. The nurse took a step back, and my pupils shrank.
"She
said she had a fever, Ms." The nurse's voice wobbled and her eyes
shifted from Sakura and then back to her mother. Did she realize the
similarity between the two just like I did?
"But isn't
Tylenol for aches or something like that? Honestly, I used to be a
doctor. What kind of crap did they teach you? Did you even go to
medical school?" Sakura's mom hissed, and kneeled down to get a
look at Sakura. She stroked Sakura's pink hair, smiling. It was the
calmest that I had seen this woman yet.
"Excuse me, but I don't think I'll be talked to that way." The nurse whispered to herself, folding her arms across her chest.
"So, she has a fever?" Sakura's mother asked gently, and rubbed her daughter's back.
"Her forehead was burning pretty bad." The nurse nodded.
"What is he doing here? He looks fine." Ms. Haruno asked roughly, pointing a chubby finger at me.
"I was helping Sakura out." I gulped. Ms. Haruno raised an eyebrow and scratched the top of her blond head.
"Helping her out, huh? Well, did anything else happen to her? I hope not. Sakura's always a bit of a burden."
"Tell me about it." I sighed, rolling my eyes. Ms. Haruno stood up with a hand on my hip and I coughed, clearing my throat. "Well, she fainted ju—"
"FAINTED? My poor baby! Nurse, may I take her home?" Ms. Haruno shouted, and patted Sakura's shoulder.
The nurse sighed. "You can call me Mitsuki, ma'am. And, yes, I suggest you do take her home."
We honestly don't need any more trouble from Sakura today.
"Good. Oh dear, Sakura. You, boy. Help me wake her up." Mrs. Haruno demanded, pointing at me again.
"Um… Ms. Haruno, I don't think you should wake her. As a matter of fact, I don't think you would be able to. I think all that Tylenol knocked her out cold." I shrugged and Ms. Haruno shook her head.
"Ma'am, I can carry her for you." I gulped. I didn't want Ms. Haruno to go all kung-fu on me.
"Very well, then. Don't do anything funny, though." Ms. Haruno scowled and watched me intently. This lady was just a little too overprotective.
"I wouldn't think of it, ma'am." I said and scooped Sakura up into my arms. She twitched and began to snore again. My eyebrow twitched and I walked out into the office.
XxX
Ms. Haruno led me out into the parking lot. It was starting to get colder outside, and I had forgotten my jacket today. My arms began to get goosebumps and Ms. Haruno stayed at my side, still watching me.
"You're awfully suspicious. It's like I know you. No offense, but there's something about you that tells me I shouldn't like you." Ms. Haruno squinted into my eyes.
I gulped. I wanted to say, 'I wasn't the one who had a shot of vodka dumped into her coffee this morning,' but I didn't. I just chuckled.
"Well, sorry that you think of me that way, ma'am."
"So, are you some kind of secret boyfriend?"
"Secret boyfriend?" I raised an eyebrow.
"You
know. Is Sakura your girlfriend? To make it simpler."
I just
laughed, but Ms. Haruno was very serious.
"…No, ma'am. Sakura and I are classmates."
"So, you're close friends?" Ms. Haruno asked me, her worry lines coming back and settling on the middle of her forehead.
"Sure." I grinned. Ms. Haruno was so crazy she was funny.
"Hmm. What's your name?" Ms. Haruno asked, tightening her robe around her figure, and looking down at her feet as we neared a silver minivan.
"We don't need to bother with names." I smiled, and Ms. Haruno nodded.
"I didn't really want to know." Ms. Haruno mumbled and my lip twitched.
"Ma'am… before you go, can I ask you a question?" I smiled sheepishly and Ms. Haruno nodded.
"Shoot." She said, pulling out her keys and unlocking the minivan.
"How… did Sakura get pink hair?" I gulped.
"Oh god. That's rich. You really want to know the secret?" Ms. Haruno rolled her eyes and I nodded.
"Her father had red hair. Darkest red you've ever seen. I have blonde hair. Combine those two genes and I guess we got pink hair. It made the doctors go crazy. Everyone thought little Sakura was an alien."
We both laughed, and I actually started to like Sakura's mom. I opened the door to the minivan and set Sakura down so she was laying across two seats behind the driver and passenger.
"Nice to meet you, ma'am." I smiled, and turned away, sticking my hands into my pockets.
"I still don't like you." Ms. Haruno called after me. I chuckled, and I could hear her laughing in the distance.
I knew the secret of Sakura's hair… and her mom was pretty cool. Even if she was just a little crazy.
