Disclaimer: Naruto © Kishimoto
Dude. I freakin' beat Kingdom Hearts II like, a week ago. I know I'm slow on catching up with all the other people who played KH II, but it was 'cause my brother stole it and hid it away in his freakin' dorm at college for like, half a year. OMFG YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?! I CAN OFFICIALLY LIKE, SAY THAT I KNOW THE STORY BECAUSE I PLAYED THE GAME AND NOT BECAUSE I LOOKED AT SPOILERS (unlike me with Naruto XD). That game was such a sweet game… I almost cried during one of the cut scenes. Yes, I am that emotional with video games.
Boo. Now I have to wait for freakin' KH III to come out in a year. Lol, I heard it had nothing to do with Sora. And if you're even wasting your time reading this Author's Note, then can you tell me in your review (if you do review this chapter) if it has anything to do with Sora and his story? It'd suck if it didn't oo. The trailer made it seem like it another person was gonna be the main character.
Anyway, Sakura's pretty dressed up 'cause she's supposed to be like… I dunno, "worthy" of dancing with an Uchiha? Don't ask me (even though I'm the author). –shifty eyes-
Chapter Seventeen
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Sasuke stared at the grandfather clock resting against the wall. He fiddled with his blue tie as he waited for any sign of people outside of his house.
It was 6:30. He looked outside of the tall glass windows, but the only thing he could see was the stupid garden and the huge fence closed by the massive iron wrought gates. He pressed a small gold button on the wall beside the front doors and a small 5 by 6 inch piece of the wall sunk an inch deep inside the wall and slid up, emitting a soft whirring noise. In its place was a screen with a few buttons lining the bottom edge of the screen. He pressed one of the buttons. The screen immediately lit up. A clear, colored view of the area outside of the gates showed up and he frowned. Except for the guard, no one was there yet.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Sasuke sat down on a couch next to the windows. The dance was at 7… And she still wasn't here. Maybe she actually didn't want to go with him, maybe it was all a prank set up by Neji and Sakura was part of it. Maybe Neji wanted to humiliate him in front of everyone else who had a date—Neji asked Ten Ten a few days ago and Sakura managed to set Shikamaru and Ino up easily. Naruto asked Hinata on his own accord, but he didn't get the point that Hinata didn't take it as going as only friends.
Why was he even worried? He was one of the hottest guys in his school and he had a bunch of fangirls. What girl didn't want to go to the dance with him? He bit his lip. Well, there was Sakura… But she wouldn't do that to him, right?
Suddenly, the ring of the doorbell resonated throughout the house. He immediately got up and opened one of the doors.
"Uchiha," Neji smirked as soon as he saw Sasuke.
"Hyuuga," Sasuke smirked back.
"May I now present to you your wonderful date?" Neji stepped back and lightly shoved Sakura—or who was supposed to be her—in front of him.
Sasuke stared. It couldn't be Sakura. Her now layered hair, long and black, framed her pale face and her eyes were black. She wore a blue dress, his favorite color, and pearl earrings. A sapphire beaded sterling silver necklace hung around her neck.
"Heh, check this out, too," Neji turned her around to show Sasuke the back of her dress.
Sasuke froze once he caught sight of the familiar red and white fan. "You added…my clan symbol?"
"Yeah, Neji added it without my knowing." Sakura fake-glared at Neji. Neji grinned at her.
"But she's not even an Uchiha…"
"So?" Neji said. "She's gonna be a date for one."
"Well…" Sasuke looked at it some more, "…at least it looks like you're supposed to be my date. And you don't even look like Sakura at all—I bet no one can recognize you," Sasuke was still staring at her hair.
"I guess." Sakura stepped forward slowly, and she immediately planted her foot there before moving any further. She sighed as she glared at Neji. "These heels are so hard to walk in."
"Well it's not my fault that you don't like wearing heels…"
"But they're like, 5 inches tall!" She tried raising her foot to prove her point but set it back down when she almost fell over.
"Yeah, cause you're short. And they're pretty," Neji retorted.
Sakura snorted at his comment on her height, but she had to agree on his latter statement. Her a hundred and fifty dollar white REPORT Signature heels were fairly expensive. Neji had taken her shopping again that morning for shoes in the same shopping area they went to to buy her dress. She didn't expect Neji to pay for her stuff again, but he was willing to do so—probably as an apology for what she had to go through last night. Rika had taken her to a beauty salon where she got a French manicure and her legs waxed, much to her refusal. "It's necessary to look the best," Rika had told her. By the time they were done with dressing her up and applying make up on her, it was time to go to Sasuke's. And all was well now: she was at Sasuke's mansion in her dress, about to go to a three and a half hour dance.
"Yeah. Well, should we go now? It's 6:42…" Sasuke turned to Sakura. She nodded. "Okay, let's go. Neji, don't you have to go pick up Ten Ten?"
"Oh shit," Neji muttered as he looked at the grandfather clock. "Okay, well, my ride's right there and I saw your limousine when I came. C'mon."
They walked through the front doors, down the steps, and toward the limousines waiting for them.
"See you guys at the dance," Neji waved as he stepped into his limo.
Sasuke and Sakura slid into the seats of their limo. The car started and followed Neji's out of the front garden to the street, where they then went in opposite directions.
"So did Neji do all of this to you?" Sasuke asked as they drove along the Uchiha mansion borders.
"Yeah. He had his grandma's assistant go through every single little detail with me before she allowed me to go to sleep."
Sasuke laughed. "That must've sucked."
"Mhm, and then he woke me up at seven so we could go shopping, which makes me sometime question his gender due to his strange preferences."
"I guess he was just excited about getting you ready."
"I guess, but he really didn't have to wake me up that—sorry, hold on," Sakura reached inside her black purse, digging up her ringing cell phone. She glanced at the caller ID before answering.
"Shawn?"
Sasuke twitched. He glared at the cell phone Sakura was pressing to her ear.
"Hey Saku, 'sup?" Shawn's voice sounded through the speaker.
"Oh… I'm going to the fall dance."
"Oooh. You goin' with anyone?"
"Yeah, I'm going with Sasuke."
There was a short pause. Sasuke's lips formed a small satisfied smirk.
"The Uchiha, huh? Wait… But won't people think you're gay? If they see you dancing with him…"
"Er, I changed my appearance so there's nothing to worry about."
"Oh. Cool. Wait, so that means you have your pink hair back??"
"My pink hair?" Sakura smiled. "Nah, I chose black hair this time. It goes well with the whole girl-who's-gonna-dance-with-Sasuke thing. I have black hair, he has black hair, I have black eyes, he has black eyes, et cetera, et cetera."
"Hah, cool. Well are you with Sasuke right now?"
"Yeah, we're driving there."
"Can I talk to him?"
Sakura's brows furrowed in confusion. "Uh…why?"
"Just cause."
"Okay… Here, its Shawn," Sakura handed over her cell phone to Sasuke, who took it reluctantly.
"Hello?" Sasuke said in an emotionless tone. Sakura sighed.
"Yes," Came Sasuke's simple reply a few seconds later to a question that Sakura didn't hear.
"That is not for you to decide," Sasuke said in the same emotionless tone and shut her cell phone, ending the call. He handed her cell phone back to her.
"What'd he say?" She asked, taking it.
"Nothing much, just wanted to know how I was doing."
Sakura knew that was the biggest lie she'd ever heard but decided to let it go.
"Oh, okay," she said. She then noticed their closeness and how they were just an inch apart from each other. Sakura tried not looking at Sasuke, but every once in a while she couldn't help it. After a few more minutes, she caught him staring… or maybe he was just looking around, but he was looking at her chest, not that she had much of one. He realized she was looking at him, and he immediately looked away. If Sakura didn't know him better, she thought she saw a blush make its way to his face.
Sasuke stared at the empty black leather seats across from them, scolding himself. No, no, no. Do not look at her boobs, you dumbshit. Just get used to the fact that she's really pretty as a girl and actually has boobs. STOP TRYING TO LOOK AT HER BOOBS. He restrained himself from doing so by screaming that in his head over and over again. He'd never thought that he'd have problems like this, especially with a person who claimed to be a boy for the first part of their relationship. He even got caught looking at her chest; what a shame.
"Ah," Sakura pressed her nose against the glass. "I think we're there."
Sasuke, who pretended to ignore this comment, glanced outside. They were almost at the school, which looked very different in the dark, bigger and threatening. People were arriving in their limos and there were a bunch of people in suits and dresses walking around the main building toward the gym, which was located on the right hand side of the school lot. Then he heard Sakura gasp.
"Mom?" She whispered. Sasuke followed her gaze, which landed on a pink haired woman with bright blue eyes who looked to be around her forties. She was wearing a forest green tailored suit and skirt with heels. Standing near the main building, she talked and laughed with a familiar looking tall blonde woman. Sakura's face was filled with worry. "Oh, no. Ms. Yamanaka must've wanted her to help chaperone…"
"That's your mom?" Sasuke had to lean on Sakura to get a better view through the window.
"Yeah… Dangit, how am I supposed to get through the dance without her recognizing me?"
"Don't worry, I don't think she'll look at you and immediately think you're her daughter. I mean, the daughter she knows has green eyes and… pink hair."
Once Sakura's mom was out of view, Sasuke went back to his former sitting position, hoping Sakura didn't notice that he was practically on top of her just a minute ago.
The limo slowed down a seconds after, and the driver opened the door for them. Sakura stayed close behind Sasuke as they walked past the main building. She noticed her mom and Ino's mom stare at her and Sasuke when they passed by, and they began to talk again. She could only hear a part of the conversation—"…Uchiha Sasuke… girlfriend… Ino… so crazy about him… hopefully won't murder her…"
Sakura giggled, and Sasuke nudged her arm playfully with his elbow once they were out of hearing range.
"Wow. That wasn't so bad, was it?"
"Sure. Well now I just have to avoid her for the next three and a half hours."
"It'll be dark in there. No one'll recognize you."
He was right. Once they entered the gym, Sakura had no idea where she was anymore. The gym was unrecognizable. There were strobe lights moving everywhere and music playing from huge speakers, which from behind sat a DJ. Suddenly, she heard several squeals.
"Ohmigawd look at her. Do you think she's Sasuke-kun's girlfriend? Why does she have his clan symbol on her dress? Do you think that he customized it for her? Oh my GAWD she's so pretty, but do you think they might have an arranged marriage? Maybe they're actually not in love and it's an arranged marriage they're having and and and…"
Yes. It was that bad, but she noticed that Ino was not apart of their large group. Despite their comments, she didn't look at Sasuke's insane fangirls and walked past them, grabbing Sasuke's hand. She felt Sasuke sort of jerk his hand once she made contact with it, but he let her hold his hand. Smiling with satisfaction, she heard some of the fangirls hiss. Once they got past them, she let go of Sasuke's hand and smiled at him. "I'm gonna go and uh, talk to a few people, okay?"
Sasuke nodded and Sakura walked away, trying not to trip over herself in those extremely tall heels. Finally, she caught sight of her best friend talking to Shikamaru, and sauntered over to head bits of their conversation. It was easy to look unsuspicious because they were flirting next to the tables, where all the food was. Smirking, she slowly poured herself some lemonade from a pitcher as she listened to Ino talk to Shikamaru.
"Excuse me, dear, I was wondering if you'd like to take a picture with this group of people."
Sakura nearly dropped her glass of lemonade. Slowly, she reminded herself, slowly turn around.
You're screwed.
"Er, hi." Sakura smiled at the lady standing behind her, a.k.a. her mom. Hoping her mom wouldn't recognize her voice, she tried for a British accent. "Sorry, really, but I have to go. Maybe later."
You suck at accents, you know that?
STFU.
Her mom smiled politely at her. "Alright, maybe later. Those girls over there wanted to take a picture with you. Are they your friends?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Oh, okay." Her mom smiled again and walked away to the group of girls glaring at her. Fucking fangirls.
Sakura hurriedly walked away before her mom came back and had an epiphany that her daughter was standing right in front of her.
A hand came out of nowhere and grabbed her arm. Sakura yelped.
"Sorry ma'am, I was just wondering if…"
She tried to jerk her arm back, but he didn't let go. She finally looked up at him to tell him to go away, but instead she stared at him, wide-eyed.
"Sakura! I finally found you. Wow, you look different," grinned Shawn.
"Whoa, how'd you get here? And don't say my name so loud… People might recognize me."
"Recognize you?" he laughed. "I could barely recognize you just now. I had to make sure it was you, so I stopped you."
"You scared the shit out of me just now! Why're you here? Shepton High School wasn't invited to this dance…was it?"
"Uh… No, but I decided to come anyway."
"Why?"
"Hold on," Shawn paused and stood there silent, listening. A slow song that just started played from the speakers. "Perfect! You wanna dance with me?"
"Uh…" Sakura didn't know how to respond, but she couldn't say no. She looked around for Sasuke, but didn't see him anywhere and somehow she felt disappointed.
"Sure," she said in a faux cheerful tone, and Shawn grinned, taking Sakura's hand and leading her to the middle of the gym. Then she wondered if she made the right choice. What would people think…? If she came with Sasuke, she should be the one dancing with him, especially since there was that huge red and white fan on the back of her dress, as though she was officially and only Sasuke's. But Shawn didn't seem to mind. He placed his hands on her small waist and she hesitantly put her hands on his shoulders.
"So," Sakura said, continuing from their conversation from a minute ago, "Why did you come here?"
"I just wanted to see you and apologize for leaving early at the beach field trip thing."
"You could've just told me over the phone or something."
"Wouldn't have been the same."
She sighed. "Whatever."
"Really, I'm really sorry. I wouldn't have left, you know…"
"Okay, fine, it's just that you're not supposed to be here and if Sasuke sees you he'll like, kill you in twenty different ways."
"I'll be fine. I just wanted to see you, really."
"But not here, not when you're not supposed to be here," Sakura glanced around to make sure no one was listening, put her face a bit closer to his, and lowered her voice. "Listen, my mom's here. She's chaperoning with Ino's mom, or it seems like she is. I have to be really inconspicuous—"
"Sure, like going as Uchiha's girlfriend is inconspicuous."
"Whatever. And if I get caught here I'm in deep, deep shit."
"I just want to know why you went with Uchiha…"
"Sasuke," Sakura corrected him, "asked me to go, so I agreed to go."
"And you went through this much trouble to go with him?"
Sakura knew he meant her major makeover. "Yeah? I mean, it was sorta fun…"
Yeahhh right. Fun.
I SAID STFU.
"Right, sure. Like you've always loved wearing makeup and heels and dresses and shit like that."
"Why are you even making such a big deal out of this?"
"Because it feels like I don't even know you anymore."
"What the hell!" Sakura hissed. "What're you talking about?"
"You've just changed so much, it's like you're a whole new person."
"No I haven't, I haven't changed at all!"
"Oh, sure."
Sakura felt like Shawn's icy blue eyes penetrated her under his strong gaze. She felt so uncomfortable.
Suddenly she felt a warm hand on her bare shoulder, and Shawn's grip on Sakura's waist tightened.
"Excuse me, but I was wondering if you'd let her dance with me instead," a voice said and relief flooded through Sakura, relaxing her tense body. It was Sasuke.
"Sure," Shawn replied, and let go of Sakura, surprising both Sakura and Sasuke. Then Sasuke glared warily at him and said, "Okay then, c'mon Sakura."
"Wait," Shawn reached out and grabbed Sakura by the arm, forcing her to face him. Sasuke was about to shove Shawn away, but he stopped short when he saw what happened next.
Shawn kissed Sakura.
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Author's Note: Dangg, stupid Shawn. Whutcha gonna do now?
I wonder what'll happen next :D (Even thought I'm the author)
Lolz
Well I spent a lotta time on this and it took forever to writeee and its pretty longgg. I completely rushed the last part but whatever. Parts of this chapter here and there suck so bad. T.T
Gotta go sleep now .
XOXOTIA