Shakespeare in love Chapter 2: Tempest, a naruto fanfic

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AN:/I know! I should be working on my other stories and updateing Ecstasy like you people want me to, but I'm waiting on my laptop to be fixed. I'll get to it sooner or later, I won't leave it hanging. But for now, I'll be working on this story and another chapter for Like Moths to the Light. Please enjoy and review!

The Tempest

I have great comfort from this fellow.

Methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him;

His complexion is perfect gallows.

Gonzalo, scene i

"I know I've told you about this before Kisame," Zabuza stated in a hard tone looking down at the sulking senior seated on the damp locker bench.

The addressed male did not reply, but merely grunted and looked away.

"W've had issues with this in the past and I want you to know that your little fist fights aren't something I'm going to ignore."

"Whatever, he had it coming to him," Kisame muttered under his breath, remembering how he hardly had to try, in order to make the young junior fall with a bloodied nose.

"It still dose not excuse your behavior. This is what, the third time this month you've been caught in a fight? I can't let this go on. Until next Monday, access to the school pool is prohibited and you will be stuck, doing homework in the study next to the pool."

"What! That's not fair, you can't do that to me. I'm the best swimmer you have on this team. I need to stay in shape and a whole week will kill me!" Kisame roared, standing up in anger.

"You should have thought of that before you went and pounded Aoi in the face. The team will survive a week without you and you'll survive a week without the team. Aside from that, your teachers have been informing me of you slipping grades. You can use the time I've given you to study."

"But you can't keep me in the study overlooking the pool for five whole days! That's like...torture," the tall blue haired male replied with a gruff tone and angry eyes.

"I'm sorry Kisame, next time, think before you act."

With that said, Zabuza turned and left the men's locker room, leaving Kisame all alone to sulk at the turn of events.

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea

For an acre of barren ground

-Long heath, brown furze, any thing.

The wills above be done, but I would fain die a dry death.

Gonzalo, scene i

Sakura hummed quietly to herself as she finished writing up her notes in a small spiral bound pocketbook used for most of her classes. The teachers all though she was taking notes on their classes, but Sakura was smart enough to tune them out and catch up on what the class was learning in her readings at home.

No, this pocket book was for taking down story ideas and song lyrics that popped into her head. She had so much more muse for the things she enjoyed, that it gobbled up, close to ever minuet of her waking being. It's a good thing she didn't get caught with this book and it's writings, her teachers would be sorely disappointed in her and disappointment was not something Sakura handled well. It came from having a father and mother who got nothing but A's their whole life.

Someone in front of her dropped their pencil, causing it to roll over to where Sakura was sitting. Being the kind and caring person she was, she picked it up and attempted to return it to it's owner.

"Um, I think you dropped this."

The girl in front of her turned around, made a disgusted face and replied with haughty words, "You can keep it, or throw it away if you like. I don't want it back now that a nerd has touched it."

Sakura watched with saddened eyes, behind thin wire glasses as the rude girl got up with her things, and marched out of the room with her four inch heels and perfectly straight blond hair swinging behind her, waving like gold in the sun. It was something Sakura always envied about most girls, how they could get their super long hair so shiny and straight, while keeping it so long.

Trying to brush the event off Sakura looked at the perfectly good pencil in her hand and pocketed it away with the rest of her writing utensils. There was no point in wasting a perfectly good writing tool, even if it had belonged to a very rude and vain young lady.

Sakura would not lower herself to petty insults, only the truth, bare and clean, the way it should be.

"Hey Sakura..." someone called from in front of the timid book lover.

The addressed girl spared a small smile when she saw it was her teacher, Kakashi. "Yes, teacher?"

The man with silver hair and dark black eyes, one of which was hidden behind his long bangs, spared a smile for his favorite pupil. "Hey, Sakura, do you plan on studying after class today inside the school building, or do you plan on going straight home?"

"I was thinking about staying here for today, my dad is coming home early and so he and my mom decided to go out for the day. Staying here to study is ideal for a situation like this."

Kakashi nodded, understanding where she was coming from with her logic. "Okay, just make sure you use the one over looking the pool area, the other one by the track field is going to be pretty full with the...slower children in my class. I wouldn't want you caught up with them."

Sakura looked up at her teacher funny, but nodded in agreement, none the less. She wasn't one to talk back to a teacher or avoid his advice. Especially when it was Kakashi. "Hai, Kakashi sensei."

The gray haired teacher smiled, making his one visible crinkle in a pleasant way. It made Sakura happy to see him smiling like that.

Kakashi wasn't the youngest teacher in the building, but judging by his youthful looks, you would never believe that. Some of the students (female mostly) gossiped about he used to be a model before becoming a teacher since he looked so young and handsome. There was a point when Kakashi had to come into school with a scarf, or even a mask, coving the bottom half of his face. Kakashi was pleased to find one dedicated student that actually learned something from his classes and didn't spend all her time drooling over guys in magazines, like the rest.

"That a good girl. Now you better hurry alone, everyone else in my class has already left."

"I think they were just eager to get away from a room with a nerd in it."

"I wouldn't call you a nerd. A geek, maybe, but not a nerd."

Sakura blushed in embarrassment at the comment that was meant to be a compliment, but still made her feel timid. A geek wasn't much better than a nerd, was it? Maybe it was better, but to Sakura it didn't seem any better than the words of the girl from earlier. It wasn't her fault she liked Shakespeare and did her homework like she was told to.

"I'm going now, see you tomorrow, Kakashi sensei."

"See you tomorrow, and remember what I told you."

Sakura smiled even though she had already forgot what she was told. "I will, bye."

The government I cast upon my brother,

And to my state grew stranger, being transported

And rapt in secret studies.

Prospero, scene ii

Kisame sat, slouched in his seat, staring out the wide glass window that separated his study hall and the school's swimming pool. Zabuza knew Kisame wouldn't study, that was why he confined the sulking student to this particular study room.

Watching all the other swimmers so what he wished to was like a slow, agonizing, physiological torture...and that teacher oh his knew it, too!

"Oh..ummm e-excuse me..." someone squeaked, opening the door to the study room and finding it occupied with someone, already.

Kisame looked up to see the embarased form of the young boy on his swimming team. What was his name again? It was something like Hakiu or Hikuu or...or Haku, yeah it was Haku. He was a favorite of Zabuza over all the other swimmers and a goody too shoes, no back bone at all.

"What do you want, Haku?"

"I...I was just going to leave my stuff h-here for when I go in for practice. It's...um..m-my school books and my homework..." Haku stuttered, holding up his bag.

Kisame eyed him weirdly, suspicious of a trick. "Don't we have locker rooms outside the pool for stuff like that? And what about your normal locker? Why do you have to leave your stuff here, in this room, whit me?"

Haku squeaked, shrinking under the threatening gaze of the older male. This was something Kisame could do with almost anyone, so, Haku was not an exception. "Y-yeah, but the locker rooms outside the pool are n-not locked, so the older boys usually take my stuff and if I keep it in my locker, they can get to it as well. I keep my stuff hidden in here every week."

Kisame grunted, knowing that the younger swimmer was picked on a lot by the older bullies in their school, due to his...less than masculine looks. "Whatever, it's not like I own the place, I can't stop you if you want to keep your books here."

Haku spared a small smile for the blue haired seinor students, sitting slouched in his chair. "Thank you. I didn't think you would let me."

"Why would you think that? I have nothing to gain by chasing you out."

Haku picked up the bottom cushion of a nearby arm chair, meant for seating avid readers, and stuffed his small bag of books under the pale tan bum cushion. "Well...I heard Zabuza sensei say that you were here for fighting with another classmate."

"There's a difference kid. I wasn't picking on him, I was having a man to man fist talk. He should have been able to hold his own after picking on a bunch of freshmen the day before. I don't go picking on those weaker that me, only those who say they ain't."

Haku looked up a bit surprised by the older classmate's answer. He hadn't expected a logical answer. What he was expecting went along the lines of 'I can do what I want', Mine your own business' or 'what's it to you, small fry'. Logic was the last thing he expected from the grumpy, violent impulsive teen. "I didn't expect you to say that."

Kisame looked up sharply with a narrowed eye and Haku instantly regretted speaking so familiarly with the older teen. However, what Haku thought was an icy glare was just Kisame's version of the ever so famous 'what-the-frizzel-are-you-high-on-and where-can-I-get-some' kind of look.

"Pff, whatever, you're going to be late to swim practice if you keep marsh-mellowing out on me here and I don't think Zabuza would appreciate that."

"Ah you're right! I'm going to be late!"

"No duh..." Kisame commented in a dry tone, giving the brown haired boy a look to match his brilliant statement

. "I got to get going, thanks for letting me hide my stuff here. I'll see you later, Kisame san!" Haku called dashing out the door with a polite wave.

Kisame grunted his displeasure at being addressed in such a way, but Haku was already gone, so correcting him would be fruitless. He would just have to tell the boy when he got back. Kicking his feet up to rest at the edge of the table, the failing student pulled out a can or coco cola that was hidden away in his bag and began to drink. "I'll tell him when he comes back for his stuff."

Know thus far forth:

By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune,

Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies

Brought to this shore; and by my prescience

I find my zenith doth depend upon

A most auspicious star, whose influence

If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes

Will ever after droop.

Prospero, scene ii

"No way!"

"Way!"

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!"

"It's true, I so saw it with my own two eyes." "

Really?"

"So really."

"That's hot, girl. That's like...fresh out of the fire hot."

"I know, isn't it?"

Sakura stood timidly behind the two teenage girls with long blond and brown hair, curled and straightened to perfection, makeup enough and a flawless completion. Three inch heels, tight jeans micro mini skirts, low neck tops and sparkled handbags that could hold the most expensive phone money could by, the numbers already starting to fade to to the large number of text messages, plus emergency lipstick.

Sakura stared at the back of their heads as they disappeared down the hall and around the corner squawking away, like there was nothing better to do. She didn't know why, but she envied these girls who seemed to hold the ability to do anything they wanted. She was timid, quiet, wore glasses and cherry red converse.

She had a well form, but would never, ever, dare to lower herself enough to display her body in such a barbaric way or pure idiocy. Maybe it was her jealousy talking there, but that was how she viewed the preps that looked down on her for her nerd-lyness, or geekyness as Kakashi sensei put it.

"I could be like that...if..."

No, she knew she couldn't. She could dress up that way, buy the hand bags, wear the makeup, but there would always be something lacking in her walk, her manner of speech, the way she apologized for bumping into someone instead of snapping at them to watch where they were going. (She had been on the other end of those comments so she should know).

Grabbing her books, she made her way down the mostly empty hallways, navigating her way through the corridors of hallway, searching for the study room next to the school's swimming pool, wherever the stupid place was. She was always bad with directions and had a hate for asking the that would rival a man's.

Hoping she had found the right one, she opened the door and peaked inside. Yup, this was the right room, however there was already someone inside and he wasn't studying. 'Maybe it's the teacher's lounge.'

"If you're going to come in, than come in. Don't stand there in the doorway."

"S-ss-sorry!" Sakura squeaked a bit at the gruffness of the voice but hastily entered, not wanting to anger whoever spoke any further. Scanning the room she was relieved to find it mostly empty with only one other person sitting at a table. She wasn't planing on conversing with the blue haired senior but it would be wrong and impolite to ignore someone when they address you.

"Pink hair...hey, your name wouldn't happen to be Sakura would it?"

"T-that is my name," the addressed girl replied, feeling her body grow hot from nervousness.

"You were the one that beat up Aoi the other day, aren't you?" Kisame asked setting down his empty soda can without looking at it. His eyes were fixed on Sakura and her timid form.

"It-it wasn't like that! I didn't mean to hurt him! Or-or injured her t-too badly. I-I didn't want to hurt him!" Sakura was almost crying as she tried to explain herself in front of someone so intimidating.

Kisame almost faltered, not meaning to make the small pink haired girl cry. He was a total eat-raw-eggs-rip-of-chest-hair tough guy most of the time, but he always had this soft spot for crying girls or little, cute looking girls in general. "Heh-hey, don't get so worked up over it! It's nothing to be crying over. He was a jerk and he deserved it. Even I had to take a swing at him, okay."

Sakura seemed to calm down a bit when she realized he wasn't blaming her for her actions."Sorry for falling apart in front of you."

"Well I can't say it's okay, cause you really scared me there."

"Sorry." Sakura said again, bowing her head.

Kisame felt a bit guilty. "But, I'll get over it. It's no big deal."

Sakura looks up and notices the book that he had lying on the table. "Were you reading the Tempest?" Kisame looked a bit frightened as he grabbed the book in a flash. "It's for school!"

"Oh but I love Shakespeare! It's nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about," Sakura quickly stated, defending one of her favorite works, not really thinking about how much of a geek it made her.

The blue haired youth looked down at his book and then over at Sakura. He didn't really get to talk to other girls too much since he scared them all away, so he never had one find out about his secret enjoyment that would totally ruin his macho image.

"Shakespeare... makes me happy. If Tempest is something you enjoy, you shouldn't try to hide it because it's embarrassing."

She reads Shakespeare, gives encouraging pep talks, beats up jerks he doesn't like, and looks completely adorable with her bouncy pink locks and big emerald green eyes. How could such a girl exist in the school without him knowing it?

Blushing lightly from his thoughts Kisame smiled gently. "I really enjoy Tempest. Have you ever read it?" Sakura smiled back.

"Read it? I have most of the book memorized."

"Hey, it's a pretty long book!"

"No for someone who reads as much as I do."

"Oh really?"

"Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Hark! now I hear them, ding-dong, bell".

Kisame smiled but proceeded to quote a part of his favorite story as well. "How many goodly creatures are there here!How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in't!"

All hail, great master!

Grave sir, hail! I come

To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,

To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride

On the curl'd clouds.

To thy strong bidding task

Ariel, and all his quality.

Ariel, scene ii

Suigetsu looked at Haku with a raised eyebrow, as he watched the feminine looking young boy had at the edge of a window, peering into a study room. "Haku, what do you think you're doing?"

"Shh, not so loud! Sakura san might hear us," Haku hissed from the corner of the window, keeping as much of his face out of the way as possible.

The white haired boy looked into the room and saw a cute looking girl with pink hair and glasses laughing at something Kisame said. Haku let out a sound that sounded like a muffled whimper as he watched the attractive young girl laugh and smile. He didn't have to be a Nara to see that Haku had it bad for the pink haired girl named Sakura.

"What are you stalking her? Why don't you just go in there and talk to her if you like her so much?" he asked, watching the brown eyed boy longingly gaze at the green eyed girl behind the glass.

"I couldn't talk to her. I would have nothing to say. And besides, she wouldn't ant to talk to me. Everyone knows how hard it is to talk to her. Do you know how many guys have been trying to ask her out in the past week alone? She's unobtainable for someone like me," Haku answered with a wishful sigh as he watched the object of his affection smile and laugh.

Suigetsu frowned at his friend. "But don't you want to talk to her. Even if it's not to ask her out. Wouldn't it be nice if you could get her to say hello to you?"

"Are you kidding? I would gladly die for that! But, Sakura san is a fragile withdrawn person. She's very delicate as far as friendships go."

"So you're not going to talk to her?"

Haku looked up at Suigetsu with pleading eyes and looked as if he was about to cry. He reminded Suigetsu of a young child that wanted something baldly, but knew he couldn't obtain it.

"Well good luck with your heartbrake. I hear Dr. Phil is good with stuff like that. See you around Haku."

"Wa-Wait, Suigetsu!"

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