High School Trauma
Full Summary: Sakura thought this would be just another boring, average school year. However, the arrival of a few new students makes that quite impossible…
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or anything related to it, nor any of the brand names for foods/clothes/ect. Only any of the relatively insignificant original characters I might use for filler characters, and maybe a few of the places I may put in here.
Garaa raised an eyebrow as Sakura came up to him in PE the next day. She grinned and waved. "Hey, Garaa!" she called out. "Hn," was his reply. Sakura was holding a hot pink handball under her arm. "I just thought of a great nickname for you!" Sakura squealed. "From this day forth, ye shall be known… as… Cream-Puff!" Garaa stared at her disbelievingly for a full ten seconds before lunging forward. Sakura danced backward, avoiding him, and continued to call him 'Cream-Puff'. He finally caught her, and he started shaking her by the shoulders. Onlookers sweatdropped.
"WHAT WILL MAKE YOU STOP!" Garaa shouted as she giggled and kept saying 'Cream-Puff'. She stopped and pouted at him, giving him puppy-dog eyes. "Gimme a hug!" Garaa's eyes widened as he was stunned, and Sakura released herself from his grasp. He stared at her for a little longer before snapping back to his senses. "WHAT!" he yelled. The pink-haired hazard just giggled, then shoved the hot pink handball she had been holding into his hands. He took it automatically.
Sakura gave him a big grin as she sprinted to the other end of the court where the rest of the girls were. "Just kidding!" she laughed. "We're playing dodgeball with that because there aren't enough regular dodgeballs, so c'mon! Hit me with all ya got!" His eyes narrowed. "Stupid girl…" he muttered as he drew his arm back to throw the ball, then released it. Or at least, he thought he'd released it… His eyes went wide as he looked to see it clinging to his left arm, and he shook it a bit. It wouldn't come off.
After a few more failed attempts at detaching the ball, Garaa got a little weird… He turned chibi and proceeded to flail his arms wildly as he ran around it circles. Neji sweatdropped. "And here I thought the evil Frisbee was bad…" he muttered. Out of nowhere, the evil Frisbee flew at him, a deadly blur of blue, and smacked his forehead. He crumpled and groaned as Sakura came running over. "Dammit, Sakura!" he yelled. "I thought your dad took this fucking thing with him when he left!"
Sakura gave him a pitying look. "He did take it, Neji…" she said quietly. "When I woke up from a catnap on the day of Hinata's slumber party, it was in my room. I still had the key, and that thing probably took ten years off my life. When I got home again, it was gone, and now it's back." "Damned toy…" Neji sighed, rubbing his forehead. Garaa was still running around trying to get the evil hot pink handball off of his arm. Sakura edged over to Temari.
"What's with him?" she asked softly. Temari shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Garaa has had a secret phobia of handballs since he was five," she replied. "Unfortunately, I guess he never got over it…" "Oh," Sakura said, then walked back to where Neji was still nursing his abused head. The bell rang and she stuck out a hand to help Neji up, and he ignored it. Sakura pouted at him. "Neji," she hissed. "You're such an ass!" With that, she stomped off to get back in her normal clothes, leaving a smirking Hyuuga watching her receeding back.
"Oy! Sasuke!" Sakura yelled, waving a bit at said boy. He looked at her suspiciously as she ran over and started rustling around in her backpack for something. She found it and smiled, taking it out. It looked like a gift… Seeing Sasuke's dumbfounded expression, Sakura grinned and held it out. "I found out something special about today, Sasuke!" she said happily. "How come you didn't tell anyone today's your birthday, Pretty-boy?" Sasuke stared at her. How did she find out…? On second thought, he probably didn't really want to know just how she'd acquired that tidbit of information…
She glanced at her watch, then cursed under her breath. "I gotta be somewhere," she sighed before taking off. "Happy birthday, Pretty-boy!" He checked the package over very carefully for booby traps or some kind of prank, but he couldn't find anything. Slowly he began to unwrap the gift, peeling off the wrapping paper cautiously. Opening the lid of the little white box, his expression was shocked as he saw what her gift was. His face paled, then got red with anger. This was so not funny! He pulled out her gift and snarled at it. It was a rubber chicken. She would pay for this…
Thirteenth chapter! Sorry it's on the short side, but this one's just another filler. The next filler will probably introduce Kiba and Shino, so I'd better start plotting... Thanks for reading!