DISCLAIMER: I will never do anything to hurt Kakashi. So yeah, I'm not Kishimoto.
+ SAKURA +
IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE ME
White Flag - Dido
I can still remember the first time I saw Uchiha Sasuke.
My father was given an invitation to the Uchiha clan's Annual Charity Ball. Mom was ecstatic. Who wouldn't? We're a middle-class family and getting invited to those kinds of things was a huge deal. And so she worked hard on making me pretty for that event. At the time, I didn't really care what I looked like. I didn't even care about my forehead back then. I was around six years old and never quite understood why mom gushed about every little thing inside that humongous mansion. My family might not be that rich but I'm proud to say that at the tender age of six, I was a proper and well-behaved young lady. Unlike some of the children there who ran around the place like it was a playground or something. I definitely remember Uzumaki Naruto as one of those children. You'd think he lived there, the way he ran around the house. He was like this yellow hurricane. His mother had to drag him off the balustrade and out of the house.
And that was when I saw him.
He was standing at the top of the stairs, smirking at the sight of Uzumaki Naruto being dragged away. I didn't know who he was then but I knew he was beautiful. The most beautiful boy I have ever seen. I, along with other girls, followed him around the entire day. He glared the whole time but that was fine with me.
At the age of six, I was in love.
That was the beginning of my unrequited love for Uchiha Sasuke. I begged my parents to transfer me to his school but of course, it wasn't possible. We couldn't afford the tuition fee. I was devastated. But I'm smart so I begged my parents to transfer me to a school near Uchiha Sasuke's. There was one right in front of it. A private school that we couldn't afford as well but since – like I said – I'm smart, I managed to get a scholarship. I was absolutely thrilled when I got accepted.
At the age of seven, I was a stalker.
Every day I would wake up at 5 AM to make myself pretty and to snag the perfect spot right next to the gate of Sasuke-kun's school. I loved that particular vantage point. I would get the first glimpse of him as he rounded the corner and I could watch him walk. Even at seven he already knew how to swag. Every afternoon I would be in that same position once more as I waited for him. He was always one of the last ones to leave the school because of his Judo club. That was my routine for 5 years. Until my father was assigned in Tokyo. Despite the tantrums I made, we had to move.
At the age of twelve, I wanted Uchiha Sasuke to be my first kiss.
It didn't happen. He was in Kyoto. I was in Tokyo. But instead of the distance putting an end to my love for him, it only deepened it even more. I would travel to Kyoto on weekends. I was always there in every one of his basketball matches. I never missed one of his school's festivals. I attended every damn parties, events, festivals, basketball matches and still he couldn't spare me one freaking glance. I'm not that hard to miss (I have pink hair!). I was also there when he had his first kiss. It was nothing dramatic but it was definitely chaotic. Uzumaki Naruto was Sasuke-kun's first kiss. We had beaten him up to a pulp afterwards.
At the age of fifteen, it was Uchiha Sasuke or no one else.
Watching the man you love go from one woman to another in the span of a few days was the most painful experience to go through. But I understood. He was a teenager. He probably wanted someone with a lot more experience than a fellow teenager like him. It was agonizing but I was comforted by the fact that he wasn't serious with any of them. I thought that I still had hope. I deluded myself into thinking that I would be the one. That he would be serious with me. That I have whatever it was he's been looking for.
It was a load of bullshit.
When Sasuke-kun's basketball team won the regional in Junior High there was a victory party and I was there (of course). I prettied myself up. I wore heavy make-up just so I could look older than fifteen. I wore a skimpy black dress that exposed too much of my legs. I wore 5-inch stilettos that killed me every step of the way but I endured it. All to get Uchiha fucking Sasuke to notice me. But at the end of that party he left with someone who looked sluttier than I was. I got legitimately drunk that night. Had a colossal hangover the next day. Was thoroughly chastised by mom and reprimanded by dad. And then, oh yeah, I was heartbroken. I sort of gave up on Sasuke-kun after that. 'Sort of' because it only lasted for about a month. 28 days, actually. For 28 days, I distanced myself from him, took a break from all the fangirling activities and basically lived a normal life. I would be lying if I say I did well. I was miserable. I missed him. So bad. Then on the 28th day I saw him again. I knew at that moment that there was no one else for me but Uchiha Sasuke.
Which is why I'm here in this stupid club stupidly named S.T.F.U (Sasuke Totally Fuckable Uchiha). How they came up with it, I don't want to know. Apparently, the fan club have been here in the university since before Sasuke-kun reached Senior High. I glance at the club president sitting in front. She's signing some petition to have the club recognized by the university. With that name, I doubt it. But watching people make a fool of themselves is fun so I kept quiet.
The club president sets aside the petition and leans forward. "What's the update on Hyuuga?"
Everyone snickers. "Scared as shit."
"Yeah, she wouldn't let go of her bag."
"She emptied her locker the other day because of the snakes."
"That was my idea!"
"Who cares?"
What a piece of trash. All of them. Hinata's tough. It'll take more than snakes to… whatever it was they want Hinata to do.
"She didn't seem scared of the snakes, though. I saw her roll her eyes."
"She's still unperturbed. What else can we do about it," the club president murmurs, looking in my direction. What now? I already gave you her schedule. "Sakura-chan?"
I'm not scared of her or of anyone in this room. I could say no. I give her a shrug instead.
"Give us Hyuuga's address!" one girl demanded.
Stupid. "You want to get arrested? I told you, attacking her outside the campus is impossible. She's being followed by bodyguards. Before you can even sneak up on her they will have you down in an instant."
"Is she really that important?" asks someone who lived under a rock all her life.
"Her family's rich. Filthy rich."
"What will happen if we get caught bullying her then?"
"Her father will fire your father."
"Her father will have your family bankrupt."
I seriously doubt it. From Hinata's very few stories, she and her father were not close. She said he doesn't care about her. I remain quiet.
"Any food allergies, Haruno-san?" someone asks.
I could stay quiet. "None. She was kidnapped when she was three. She was taught not to accept anything from strangers."
The club secretary is writing everything down. I never approve of bullying but here I am. Feeding these bullies information about someone who was my friend. I know it wasn't Hinata's fault that Sasuke-kun took an interest on her but still… it hurts thinking about it. It hurts to even look at her. She's not someone who will make people turn around for a second look. Guys will never whistle in appreciation whenever she walks by. And yet, of all the men, she caught the attention of Uchiha Sasuke. To make matters worse and unfair, Hinata doesn't care about him.
The backdoor bursts open and fuck… it's Sasuke-kun. All around me, the members are going crazy. Ovaries exploded as Sasuke-kun walk towards the table in front. He really does have a sexy walk. And he's also very pissed.
"S-s-sasuke-kun!" the club president stutters, visibly shaking with excitement. "This is such a wonderful surprise! If we had known you'll be here we would've –"
"Shut up." Sasuke-kun mutters quietly, halting by the table.
His back's facing us so I can't see his expression but the club president's smile gets wiped off her face and she scrambles away. The room grows quiet as Sasuke-kun browse through the things on the table. As though he's looking for something. I do not like this at all. After what seemed like hours, he finally lifts something up – the attendance sheet.
"Are these all the members?" he asks no one in particular but the club president answers. Eagerly, I might add. The fool…
"Yes, Sasuke-kun! Our numbers go higher everyday and –"
"Leave Hyuuga Hinata alone." Sasuke-kun warns everyone. He raises the sheet. "Or I will have every one of you expelled from this university. If you really know me, then you should know this is no empty threat. Again, leave Hyuuga Hinata alone."
He leaves and I can't appreciate his walk this time. He's right. I do know him and I wish I don't. It hurts so bad knowing that it's because of Hinata. That Uchiha Sasuke, for the first time in his life, might be serious about a girl.
At the age of eighteen, I was ready to let go.
I have come to realise that it's not going to be me. I'm fine with that. As long as it's not Ino… or Hinata.
October 26, 2012 – I don't really like Sakura (I don't hate her either) but I have to write about the fangirls. I'm not sure if I want her to be a villain or what. But we'll see…
P.S. Next chapter is Sasuke. It's been so long. I miss him. Who's excited? ME!