LOVE STORY 10

ang3Lix (writing as doodle shop)

AUTHOR'S NOTES: IMPORTANT! PLEASE READ CHAPTER 7, 8 AND 9 FIRST. THESE CHAPTERS ARE ENTIRELY REWRITTEN, AND IF YOU DON'T READ THEM FIRST, THIS CHAPTER WILL NEVER MAKE SENSE. OKAY! Okay. Hello! New format, as you see XD. Did you know that my all time favorite writer, Meg Cabot uses two names when she writes books? That's why I'm adding fancy stuff such as 'writing as doodle shop'. But it's not really something important XD. So, enjoy the chapter (after you read chapters 7, 8 and nine of course) and be happy!

CHAPTER 10: MEETING KAKASHI

A sleek, black sports car was parked very early that morning. It was located just in front of the closed gates of Konoha High. At this time in the morning, just a few vehicles passed by the road, and only security guards roamed the school. The rest of the students/teachers were still on the verge of whacking their alarm clocks off and getting ready for school.

After the media incident, Tsunade had hired quite a number of men for security guards. Half of them were to have shifts at the morning (during classes) and half of them for the rest of the night. She was about to press charges to the media for the destruction and confusion they caused in a private academy, but thought twice and halfheartedly changed her mind. But she did ask for complete exclusion for the media. Starting today, Konoha High closed their gates to any form of broadcasting.

The individual inside the parked vehicle gazed at the structure of the school simply, as if contemplating his next move. When he finally reached his decision, he took out his phone, dialed some unknown telephone number, and placed the receiver against his ear.

Good morning, you have reached the line of Maximedia Productions, please state your business. A sleek voice of a female said over the phone.

" Youna? It's me."

Oh, hello, sir. Anything I could help you with? Oh yeah, you have a 1:30 P.M. meeting with Yukino Hikaru's talent manager. I heard that it's basically concerns Sasuke's future project with her, I think. Don't be late!

" Oh, yeah, that. Please cancel all of my meetings for today."

WHAT! Sir, you cannot just do that! If I may say so, Sasuke's latest movie with her is going to be a very major production—

" Then simply move it another day. I'm sure they won't mind.." the man waved his hand around animatedly in a gesture.

Youna groaned over the phone, apparently distressed. ARRGH.. Sir, I am telling you, you will get into major trouble once I cancel your meetings..

The man shrugged carelessly. " I'll take care of that trouble, don't worry. For now, cancel them all, okay? I have a little something to do today."

Okay, okay, don't blame me if something happens.

He smiled. " I won't. Thanks, Youna."

The male once again took a glance at the domineering building that served as a school.

He grinned.

" Haruno Sakura, here I come." He whispered with much excitement.

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Haruno Sakura, incidentally, bolted awake at that very moment.

She took a small glance from the alarm clock that sat, kind of timidly in her opinion, on her bedside table. It was only five o'clock in the morning.

Grreeeeaaat. Just great. Nice going God, you woke me up two hours before my usual waking time. You know I have this can't-get-back-to-sleep-when-woken-up sleeping problem!

Sakura grunted sleepily. For about a while she sat still as, well, something that didn't move, staring blankly at space, her normally lively eyes half covered with their lids. Well, this sucked. She wanted to sleep yet she was physically incapable of doing so. She wanted to blame God (well, not that seriously). But honestly, she really wished to blame Uchiha Sasuke, even if he had nothing to do with the fact she woke up too early. Simply because he's the source of all of her misfortunes.

A 'blag!' at her door was the only thing that snapped her out of her sleepy trance. Rubbing her eyes forcefully, she sluggishly stood up, padded across her bedroom to open the door. What she saw nearly made her scream in terror.

Sasuke's face, eyes half lidded, his hair tremendously stuck in odd angles and mouth slightly hanging open, peered through her door along with his entire pajama-clad body. He looked almost.. ghostly, and the precise timing of him thudding against Sakura's door so early in the morning was a very scary sight. Her weakest times of the day was during early morning, when she's completely disoriented and partly delirious. That was why she was too easily surprised. Clearly, during this time of the day, she was still deciding whether she's still dreaming or awake in the real world.

But the almost horrifying sight brought her to her senses. Well, not completely, but sufficient enough to give the boy a whack in the head.

" What are you doing here..?" Sakura kind of half-slurred.

Sasuke's expression turned extremely confused, but still very sleepy. " I dunno.." he snapped groggily. " I think I smell hotdogs.." he murmured.

" Don't be a moron, bastard.. go back to your room." She commanded drowsily, still rubbing her eyes and in the process, stifling a huge yawn.

She slammed the door shut behind her, right at Sasuke's face. She should have wondered whether the boy's nose got caught by the door or something. But deciding she was far to drowsy to do so, she climbed back to her bed, submerged herself under her blankets, and shut her eyes tightly. Soon enough, she fell into an uneasy slumber, probably forgetting about what happened earlier that morning.

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Beep. Beep. Beep. Bee—

Poor alarm clock. The owner already slammed a hand down it's surface, that he didn't even finish his last beep! Well, disregarding the piece of technology..

Sakura opened her eyes, now at the right time, unlike a while ago which was inconveniently irritating. It was a weird pet peeve, but one of her morning customs was to wiggle her fingers gingerly, until she was sure it received a good supply of blood. She had hated it when certain parts of her body, such as legs, arms and hands, grow numb during her sleep. And so she did.

And what a funny thing to happen, because once she moved her hand to the side, her fingers grazed against something smooth. Curious, she crept her hand towards the right, patting the smooth something gingerly, until she felt it extend further. Finally getting sick of the suspense, she finally sat up.

The color from her face drained off. Her knuckled turned extremely white, possibly because she was clenching her fists too tightly.

Why? Because there beside her, just mere inches apart from her, was the sleeping figure of Uchiha Sasuke, who had latched on tightly to her favorite pillow. She quickly saw a bit of drool dribbling down.. which made her madder. She was mad enough to chuck him out of the window whilst knowing that he somehow crept on her bed while she was asleep and stayed there. Imagine how mad she was now that she found out that not only did Sasuke sleep beside her early that morning, but was also drooling on her favorite pillow.

She released a bloodcurdling shriek.

Upon hearing her scream, Sasuke bolted up awake, dangerously surprised. The moment he saw Sakura in her large t-shirt and doggy pajamas in the same bed with him, he yelled in terror/fright/deliriousness.

Sakura shrieked once more, now in pure anger.

Sasuke yelled back in terror/fright/deliriousness.

Sakura screamed, this time out of annoyance.

Sasuke yelled back in, yes, you guessed it, terror/fright/deliriousness.

Wrenching away the blanket that once wrapped around her body, she scrambled up, walked fast towards her cabinet, and rummaged through her clothes. Out of her peripheral vision she noticed Sasuke scramble out of her bed, as if the furniture was on fire. Finally she emerged from the pile of clothes that she impatiently threw on the ground. She was clutching a blow horn, with it's can glistening white and it's button flaming red. It screamed 'danger to the eardrums!' over and over again.

She then, without a warning, jammed her index finger upon the button, releasing an unbearable noise that can only be matched by Naruto when he runs out of either ramen or sour milk.

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK!

" WHAT WAS THAT FOR! AND WHAT WERE YOU DOING IN MY BED!" Sasuke accused Sakura madly, still rubbing both of his arms repeatedly.

Sakura gaped at his innocence and stupidity, then released an angered snarl. " WHAT WERE YOU DOING IN MY BED!"

" What do you mean you're bed! Look at this room," Sasuke looked, " The walls," Sasuke glanced at the walls. Not his. " The floor.." He looked at the floor. Not his. " The clothes.." he glanced at the clothes and spotted something that was definitely not for a male. Not his. (Or is it..? Joking.)

Green beddings. Orange pillows. Gray curtains. Black modern-looking closets. Red couch. Silvery walls. Definitely the complimentary colors of the Rookie Six, and definitely not for Sasuke's eyesight. The Uchiha was always a mixture of blue and black. Not eclectic. He glanced at the closet. Female shirts, pants, shorts and blouses. And never will Sasuke wear one of those. (Or will he..? Joking.)

Sasuke's jaw immediately grew slack, then he found himself spotting the floor in close defeat. Instead, he grunted in both embarrassment and irritation," Why am I here?" asked Sasuke, aghast, his mouth slightly hanging, the color in his face swirling away.

Sakura frowned, placing the blow horn on top of her closet. She began picked up a shirt from the pile of clothes and began to fold gingerly. " Ask that to yourself, bastard."

" Do you know that you sleepwalked right at my door this morning?" Sakura asked, irritated. " And you said something about hotdogs. AGAIN."

Sasuke looked embarrassed, then annoyed, then in denial. " I did not." He scoffed, probably offended by her recent discovery.

Sakura glared at him accusingly for lying. " You did. And I happened to slam my door right at your face. That's why your forehead's purple." She pointed at the purplish spot.

He immediately caressed the spot with care. He scowled. " And so?"

Sakura rolled her eyes at how Sasuke was avoiding the subject. " Which only means you sleepwalked through my door, got somewhat confused, and probably felt to sleepy that you didn't mind who's bed you're taking over."

" That's crap." Sasuke stated defiantly, now standing up and tossing Sakura's favorite pillow aside. He trudged quite quickly towards the door saying, " Whatever. I'm gonna get ready. And don't expect me to be in the same car with you on our way to school, got it?"

Sakura scoffed at his reaction. " I'd rather walk my way to school that ride with you, you moron!"

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Today was the day almost all students in Konoha High hated. It was what Tsunade fondly called wear-your-school's-uniform-for-a-frickin'-change-you-morons day. It was that certain day in every three months that students were not allowed to wear civilian clothes. Instead, they would have to come to school with customary Konoha High uniform complete with ID's and color coded hair accessories. The rule also included the banning of too much flashy jewelries and over-dangling earrings.

It was an 'I heart Sasuke-kun!' member's worst nightmare. They have to exclude their 'I hearts Sasuke-kun!' shirts from today's get up. So, instead, they just waved them around like banners for all to see, though it may sound a bit more tiring than wearing them. Hey, better be tired than getting Principal Tsunade all bitchy.

So, this morning, Sakura dressed up in the customary Konoha High uniform for girls; a pleated skirt, a long-sleeved white blouse on the inside and a blazer on the outside. She quickly wore her ID lace, grabbed her smaller duffel bag from her bed and raced down the marble staircase.

While she wrenched her skirt down, grumbling, Sakura noticed that Sasuke was still locked up in his room. And by the sound of rummaging clothes, he was still trying to locate his uniform.

Serves him right. I hope he drops down dead and just shrivel up and die.

Sakura wasted no time in waiting for him, exited the mansion's door, only to wonder what her means of transportation should be. She only found a single car on the driveway, which could either be of her or Sasuke's use. So.. would she be kind hearted and spare the car for Sasuke, or simply use the car herself to make the boy suffer?

Sakura then smirked upon reaching her decision.

Soon enough the sleek black Vios sped out of the Uchiha-Haruno mansion, leaving specs of dust floating everywhere.

Ten minutes later Sasuke emerged into the front porch of his home, expecting to see a driver in a limousine, ready to fetch him for school. Instead, he only saw the two dull-headed security guards standing closely side-by-side, grinning toothily at him.

" Sakura-san used the car, Sasuke-san." The first one stated.

" So you have no choice but to use this." The two security guards parted, revealing..

A pathetic-looking small yellow scooter, complete with a pathetic-looking yellow helmet with a pathetic-looking yellow headlight. He could as well be a substitute for the sun.

" I'd rather walk that ride that stinking disposal bin." Sasuke scoffed, his eye twitching at all the yellowness.

" The sidewalks are being re-cemented today." The second guard chirped.

" And the road is overflowing with big cars and vehicles and to even set a toe on it would cost you a leg." Chirped the other.

" Sooo... are you gonna use it? HUH? HUH? HUH!" asked the second excitedly.

Sasuke stared crossly at the pathetic-looking scooter before him.

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He was late.

Well, he intended to be late.

Why? Because he was riding a pathetic-looking yellow scooter to school. And he would be a pathetic fellow if he went to school early, wherein more students would see him riding the scooter.

He swore to himself that the next thing he's gonna do was fire the two security guards. Sasuke swore he saw the two exchange excited grins as he doubtfully and disgustfully placed the yellow helmet on his head.

Sasuke's head peered through the gates of his school, making sure there were no more people to see him. Sighing in relief at the sight of a deserted parking lot, he got off the scooter, unsnapped his helmet and tossed it aside. He quickly entered the school's gates, jogged towards the main entrance of the school building. Once he was in, he grabbed his class schedule from his pants pocket and saw English as his first subject.

Once he tracked down the English classroom, he twisted the doorknob open and let it swing agape.

" Hello, Sasuke. Why are you late?" a smooth voice asked him the question. " Did you know that being late is bad?"

" Who cares?" snorted the Uchiha, using his very famous maneuver: the tuck-hands-in-pockets move, along with swerve-gaze-towards-the-side technique and the finishing touch, the frown-so-darkly-that-all-the-girls-think-you're-cool skill.

" I think I do, googly-puff." Retorted the man with a mischievous kind of innocence.

Sasuke's fists was automatically drained of color with the tightness. In addition to that his eyebrows were doing this Sasuke-ish way of showing deep annoyance: twitching horribly fast.

Let's peek into Sasuke's wide reservoir of terminologies, shall we? Googly-puff: a word which pertains to Sasuke as a little boy, wherein he was still about two and a half feet tall and surely, uncircumcised. Only three persons in the world was graced of the ability to call him that: his mom, his dad, and his manager.

For all he knew both his mom and dad returned to New York, towing along with them the certificate of ownership of his previous house. Surely, this one in front of him must be his crackpot talent manager. Well, it seemed he had to undergo a few changes for his identity to remain hidden. He was once a famous movie star, after all.

Sasuke did not know what kind of mind-numbing operation was done, but Kakashi's once gravity-defying hair was tamed down. It now framed his face quite handsomely, a portion of the silver mane drawn to the side, which covered a part of his face excellently. No wonder everyone sat so still and quiet. Nobody really recognized him with a large part of his face covered. Instead of his usual casual get up, he now decided to wear a typical teacher's garments: pants, polo, rectangular spectacles.

" Why are you here?" Sasuke demanded quite rudely. " Sir." He added, apparently disgusted.

" I'm your substitute teacher only for this day. Gai-sensei shall not be gracing you with his over-poetical statements for now." Kakashi replied, smiling a small smile, which was worth all of Sasuke's doubt.

Most of the students released a grateful sigh. Over-poetical statements, ones that was especially made by Gai-sensei, were hard to bear.

Kakashi returned to his statement at once. " My name is Sir Sanada Yukimura, and I shall be teaching you the true essence of literature, which is—"

" Oh no.. You wouldn't.." Sasuke stuttered in horror.

" PORN." He finished, smiling innocently.

" WHAT!" the students bursted out, angry and confused.

" BOO-YEAH!" two male students cheered, stood up in excitement and bumped chests.

Kakashi grinned in glee. " Just joking."

" OH." Sighed the class.

" Now, Sasuke, take you seat, get your book, and simply scan pages eighty-nine to ninety, which contains the autobiography of George Macdonald." Instructed Kakashi (a.k.a Sanada Yukimura). " He happened to be a famous writer of children's storybooks, and made his name known in certain parts of London.."

Sasuke obeyed half-heartedly. He was furious inside with Kakashi's hidden agenda, but quite impressed. Indeed, he knew a lot about literature, and never really graced Sasuke of his wide range of knowledge. What a prick, the Uchiha rumbled mentally.

Okay, maybe he needed a certain explanation why his supposed-to-be manager was disguising himself as a teacher, but maybe he also had to wait. For now Kakashi was doing quite a good job being a fake teacher that he decided to spare the man until dismissal.

" Yukimura-sensei is so cute!" gushed a female jus beside him.

Sasuke rolled his eyes. That was the fifteenth time he heard that.

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Enjoy, y'all!

ang3Lix.