Shakespeare in love Chapter 3: Midsummer's night dream, a naruto fanfic

Disclaimer/ No, I do not own Naruto and I never will. Go ahead and be mean about it.

AN/ I had a hard time coming up with a play to go with this one chapter. I was thinking of doing Hamlet for Naruto, but I didn't want to write about Naruto. I wanted to do a bad guy. And yes, there is a little Sasori Sakura in the beginning, but it's very minor, just like Kiba and Haku in the first two chapters. On a side note, I checked out The Complete works of William Shakespeare to give me a muse boost. That thing weighs a freaking ten pounds and has Bible pages!

Dedication: To speedDemon315, I really wanted to do some OroSaku for you, with a side of SasSak. I hope you like it.

Please review, flames are welcome.Really...I do not care.

A Midsummer's Night Dream

Ay me! for aught that I could ever read,
Could ever hear by tale or history,
The course of true love never did run smooth

Lysander, scene i

"Really, I'm not that good with math," Sakura meekly stuttered, taking a steep backwards.

"Come on forehead, don't be like that," Ino sneered, placing her hands on her hips in a intimidating manner that had meek, little Sakura shivering under the taller girl's long shadow.

"We know you're getting straight A's in Match," Karin added with just as much venom.

"I'm not-"

"Would you just shut up and give us the answers to your test."

"Listen to Ino. I'm sure you remember the answers with a brain like your's."

"It would be wrong for you to keep the answers from us."

Sakura stuttered, backing up against the wall of light blue colored lockers, hating how she had nowhere to run to and nowhere to hide. She was trapped like a mouse in a rattrap, still timid as ever.

Ino and Karin advanced upon her shivering form with vengeance lit in their narrowed eyes. Sakura hated having this attention. That's why she was always so quiet and withdrawn. This was how it was at her old school as well. For some reason she though this new start would be better than the last. But, by the look of their faces, she knew it to be nothing more than a lost hope.

"Well ask you on more time," Ino threatened.

"Give us the answers to this week's math test, or your precious little book finds it's self in the toilet," Karin finished, holding up a hardcover version of A Midsummer Night's Dream.

Sakura gasped, looking down at the books in her hands to find her book gone. When did they take it without her noticing?

"That's a really expensive book, please give it back."

"Awww. Forehead girl wants her book back, Karin."

Karin snickered, holding the book behind her head. "That's too bad."

"Come on you guys, please give me it back! You can get someone else for the answers, I don't have them. I need my book back, please give it back," Sakura pleaded, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes.

Sakura's glasses started to fall down the bridge of her nose, but she didn't bother reaching up to push them back. That book they had belonged to her beloved grandmother who had passed away four years ago. One thing the two ladies had in common was a love for Shakespeare and all his works. The book was very old and more expensive than most. But on top of money value, that book held a great sentimental value to Sakura. She couldn't loose it or allow it to become damaged.

Ino snickered at how the green eyed girl begged for her book. It made her sick to see some people who were so...so...plain and old fashioned. Read? Please, no on reads anymore unless it's on the internet or assigned reading. And this girl did it for fun? What century did she come out of?

And on top of all of this she was begging for her Shakespeare book back. Shakespeare! As if that guy wrote anything worth reading. It was all so messed up with that old English anything interesting was lost. Sakura was such an annoying girl, it ticked Ino off to no end.

"This book must be important to you. I wonder if it's as important to you as an A on out math score is?" Karin asked with a mocking voice as she held the book out of reach.

It was so fun to tease Sakura in this way. Something about the girl who wore glasses was just so irritating for Karin, who also wore glasses. It might be jealously at how Sakura stole her look, but there were many other girls out there who also wore glasses. So, what made Sakura so different form the rest?

It might be the way Sasuke kun seems to tolerate her above the rest of the girls. True, that was only because she was not a fangirl like the rest of the female population, but that didn't excuse her being able to talk to Sakura in the hallway about their history assignment!

How dare she not understand something they had studied before she come to their school! Where dose she get to nerve to go up and ask their Sasuke kun about it? She even got him to reply with more than three words! How dare she do such a thing! How dare she!

"Karin san, I really need that book back, I'll try and help you on the test all you want, but I really need that book back. You can't let it get wet or damaged. Please just give it back to me," Sakura pleaded once again tears rolling down her face.

That scene seemed to snap something inside Karin. Sakura looked pretty crying, and Karin hated it!

"Stop crying you little cow!" Karin screeched, raising her free hand to hit Sakura, only to have it held back by and angered redhead with narrowed crimson orbs aimed in her direction.

"Sasori kun..." Ino whispered, surprised to see the older student.

"Karin san, you weren't about to hit Sakura san, were you?"

The female redhead was at a loss of words under the sharp glare of the older student who was extreamely good looking. Karin knew for a fact that Ino had a crush on his as well as his friend Deidara. "N-no. Never."

"Than if I release your hand, you will return Sakura's book to her and leave her alone?" Sasori asked, his deep, velvety voice leaving no room for a reply other than yes.

"O-of course. Y-yes!"

Sasori nodded, letting Karin's arm fall from his iron grasp. His blood red gaze, however, only took a more firm hold on the two girls who were shivering in fear before him. Neither one would dare go against him with that kind of look in his eyes. They were no difference from the rest of the people who judged others on skin deep appearances.

"Here's you book back, Sakura," Karin whispered in a scared tone that sounded like it wanted to sound calm.

"Sorry about that, Sakura. We were only kidding around, right? I'll see you around school," Ino added in a polite tone, acting a bit more calm than Karin. She wanted to look good in front of Sasori, after all.

"Yeah, see you around, Sakura," Karin added before following Ino in her flight from the scene.

Sakura looked up at Sasori who was watching the two girls hastily retreat, and then back down at her treasured book. She though for sure she was going to loose it to water damage. She was thankful Sasori showed up when he did and did what he did.

"Thank you for helping me out."

Sasori looked down at the timid girl with tear stains on her cheek and sighed. "It was no problem. You're Kisame's friend after all and you're also someone a person I know would like to see looked after. You're sill considered new here, and you're not used to people like Karin and Ino. I'm surprised they have left you alone this long."

"It's okay, there were girls like her at my old school, but I was mostly overlooked. Nothing like this ever happened before," Sakura replied with a meek smile, forgetting to ask who his mysterious acquaintance was who wanted to see her looked after. "If you ever need anything from me, feel free to ask me, I guess I'm in your debt."

Sasori 'tisked' lightly, looking over in another direction. "Don't think like that. All you should say is a simply thank you and be on your way. I already told you it was not a problem to me."

"But it helped me a lot. This book is precious too me and I'm glad it was saved."

Sasori looked down at the pink haired girl with an impassive face, beginning to understand why Kisame was so obsessed with her. "If you want to do something for me, clean your face of those tear stains and get to class on time. That will be enough for me."

Swift as a shadow, short as any dream,
Brief as the lightning in the collied night,
That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth,
And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold!
The jaws of darkness do devour it up:
So quick bright things come to confusion.

Lysander, scene i

Sakura, smiled to herself, putting her liquids away properly as the other girls in the class chatted amongst themselves, leaving the cleaning up to their partners, who were almost all boyfriends. Sakura was the only one that did not have a partner, since there was an odd number of kids in the class.

"Nao, please clean up your work station properly," their lab teacher, Orochimaru, called out, sounding not so amused at how the majority of his students were behaving in his class. Sakura, being the only exception.

"Yes, sensei," the orange haired girl called back with an annoyed tone.

"See that you do."

"Hmm...whatever."

Sakura looked up and was pleased at how clean her workspace looked. Karin was in her class, and she was sitting three work stations away in back, so Sakura couldn't really see what the red head was planning. Sakura desperately prayed to God that there wouldn't be any trouble in her lab class. Not lab class with Orochimaru, of all teachers.

Most of the kids in her class said mean things about this particular teacher. Sakura guessed this was because he was so strict and hard on troublemakers and smart alacks. And when you narrow it down, that's just about everyone aside from a few clean souls.

The tall lab teacher had long, black hair that seemed to be the essence of silk with striking saffron, yellow eyes, reminding Sakura of powered gold. Most of the kids said that this made him look like a snake, and Sakura would agree, but the snake she saw wasn't a cunning, evil creature, but rather, one of majesty and power, demanding respect.

Respect because he could probably rip your throat out and feed it to the fishes faster than you could cry uncle.

Yes, Sakura was frightened of her teacher. She was deathly afraid of the man she viewed as both beautiful and ruthless. Though, she was probably the only one in the entire school that would think he was good looking, everyone else hated his guts too much or was too frightened of the man.

Orochimaru looked up from some of his notes and for a second Sakura though he looked her in the eye before returning to the papers he held in his hands. The green eyed girl shivered. She couldn't blame anyone who though him frightening. He was intimidating, to say the least.

"Wow, this tray is slippery..." Sakura heard someone say from behind her. She only had a moment to turn before her glasses fell from her face from the impact.

Crash

"Whoops, that was all my fault. I'm so sorry Sakura chan." Karin's words sounded apologetic, but the way she said them sounded anything but. Sakura could see the red head was smirking evilly as she watched her handiwork take effect.

"Ahh..."Sakura meekly cried looking down at her dampened apperance. While passing by, Karin had dumped a tray of liquids all over Sakura's small body. And to top it off, they were the liquids that kept animal parts preserved. That though alone grosses Sakura out.

"Sakura, you shouldn't be in people's ways like that. You only brought this upon your self," Karin continued to mock as kids all throughout the classroom began to laugh and snicker.

Sakura felt tears burning the corners of her eyes and heat flooding her cheeks.

Why was she always picked on so much? Why was she always made fun of? Why couldn't they just leave her alone. Why did they always had to make her life so miserable?

"Alright, that's enough, Karin I want to see you after school, you and I will have a little talk with Tsunade and we'll discuses what you did. As for the rest of you, get out of here now!" Orochimaru ordered with a stern voice.

"Pff, whatever, I said it was an accident."

Aand with that, Sakura knew Karin would get off free for what she did, because in the world as it is, their will always be injustice and their will always be warped justice, and then there will always be a mixture of the two.

Sakura sniffled a bit as she heard the kids all file out, snickering and giggling to one another. She didn't bother taking her eyes off the floor, nor did she bother to move her wet bangs out of her eyes.

Did any of it even matter?

"It's a good thing you were wearing layered shirts, Sakura san. You'll have to be content with one after you go to the nurse's to get cleaned up," he stated, taking a cleaning town and wiping some of the heavier gook off her face and head.

"H-hai," she answered weakly.

Orochimaru noticed her week tone and the redness of her face and instantly assumed something was wrong with the poorly abused girl, other than embarrassment. Shivering like a leaf and heavy breathing like this was a bit over the top. "Are you alright Sakura san?"

Sakura nodded, but said nothing, not wanting to speak.

The older man sighed deeply and seemed to be debating something in his mind, finally coming to a decision.

"Sakura I know this was an act of bulling, so you have a right to be angry. Don't try to hold your true feelings back so much. If it makes you feel better, you can cry all you want and I won't tell anyone," he offered in a softer tone.

Sakura choked back a sob and drew herself away, taking a steep back and crumpling to the floor.She didn't want to be seen this way. She didn't want anyone to look at her. All she wanted was to blend into the background and read her books. She never asked to be noticed. She never even secretly dreamed of it. She just wanted to be left alone.

"N-no."

Ever since Sakura could remember, fear was always present in her life. She was frightened of crowds, of strangers, of large empty expanses, and of close encounters with males. It didn't matter if her teacher was so much older than her, he was still a guy and that frightened Sakura.

"I...I-no. Don't I...n-no..." She stuttered, looking away, finding it hard to breath.

"Sakura-"

"Leave me alone!"

The scream started Sakura just as much as it did Orochimaru. He hadn't expected her to curl up into a feeble position against the base of the counter and lash out at him with her words in such a way. He didn't think such loud words were capable of coming from such a small girl. Let alone timid, little Sakura from the back of his classroom.

"Is that how it is, then?"

Sakura looked up, a bit frightened by the change in his tone. "What?"

"You're frightened of me as well."

It wasn't like that. She wasn't frightened of his personally, just being close to someone she didn't know. He could have been Bruce Lee and she still would have been scared of the guy.

Regaining a bit of her mind, Sakura attempted to enlightened the confused man. "No, it's not-"

Her words were silenced by action. Rather, her Lab teacher moving forward to embrace her small frame tightly in his arms, as if he never intended to let her go. Sakura's mind went blank.

"Not you Sakura, not you. Don't you dare look at me with fear, not when I feel this way. I don't care how much of the words curses me in fear for these eyes or my words. As long as you're not afraid, I can survive. I don't care what they think."

What was this? He was her teacher! What was he doing go on about how he didn't want her to fear him?

Orochimaru didn't dare look down at the girl he was holding, for fear he would see the intense swirling of emotion behind he golden colored eyes. Those eyes that had been watching her for such a long time. They couldn't meet her right now, not when he was the weak and this close to exposing all the secrets he held back. And not when they were so close to the eyes that had captivated him so deeply. It was far too much for any man who had a half a heart to bear.

"What-"

"You're too kind a girl to be this frightened of the world. Don't keep it all bottled up inside you like this. It'll hurt you too much and in turn, hurt the people that care about you. Please, Sakura, just this once, cry a bit. If not for yourself, than for me."

Sakura looked up, or tried to but was unable to see the face of her teacher, he had turned it away in hops of hiding his eyes. He didn't know if they scared her or if it was just her who was frightened of everything.

"Please, just cry for me."

Sakura bent her head down into his chest and gasped a little, tears close to falling over.

"Cry to me..."

And she did. For almost six straight minuets Sakura couldn't utter a word. Orochimaru never asked her to, all he did was hold her and tell her it was alright, that everything was going to be okay. After that, Sakura composed herself and turned away, noticing she was still a bit wet from the juices Karin spilled all over her, and had gotten her teacher wet with both that and her tears.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I'm not sorry you cried or you got me wet, it's only cloths and time. Your emotions are much more important than that," he answered letting her go only to stroke back a lock of hair for her eyeglass missing face.

Sakura looked down and blushed. "Thank you..."

"It wasn't a problem, but I think you should get to the nurse's office and get cleaned up. You'll get sick in this weather all wet like that," he said taking her apperance in.

"Why would you...I mean, why bother aiding me?"

He smiled and Sakura flushed, thinking it was a rare and beautiful thing. "I couldn't let a fellow Shakespeare lover down, now could I? Now hurry up and get to the nurse and change."

She nodded, standing up. "You're right. I had better get going then..."

Orochimaru couldn't help but feel a bit sad to see her go. It was a small dream come true for him to hold her in his arms like that and let her cry with him there to ease away her fears. He was glad he had what little time he did with Sakura. Still, he couldn't help but feel pain to see her go. "Ah..."

Sakura was at the door when she stopped and turned. "Orochimaru sensei?"

"Yes, Sakura san?" he asked, going back to addressing her properly.

"I didn't think you were ever scary."

And with that said, Sakura left the dark haired man to his joy filled thoughts.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.

Helena, scene i

Sasori watched with a keen eye as the pink haired girl who had forgotten her glasses scuffle down the hall and stop outside the nurse's office. She looked like a different person without her glasses and with her hair wet.

She paused, looking back over her shoulder and for a moment Sasori though their eyes met, but was most likely mistaken when she turned away and entered the small office room. Her hair swishing over her shoulder in an elegant way.

Or at least he thought so.

He smirked to himself, pushing his upper body off the wall, and stuffing his hands deep into his pockets in the process. He wasn't suppose to be this late to the meeting, but they wouldn't mind when they heard of what he had to tell them. Especially not him, the person who had his eye on Sakura in the first place.

As he walked away, he couldn't help but let her face float back into his mind, over and over again. His eyes softened without his knowing as he though of her. She looked really different without her glasses.

And he though it was a good different.

"I can see why he likes her."

The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.

Bottom, scene i

YES! Me is finished! (I meant to use bad grammar)

Oh yeah, you know how I said I checked out The Complete works of William Shakespeare to give me a muse boost. I went back and looked and saw that it has over two thousand and seventy pages or something like that. Good thing the print is large.

Okay, for the next chapter I want to add more of a connection with the chosen play and the story. Though some of you may be disappointed, I don't intend on making Sakura cross dress anytime soon (though that is a funny idea). I'm going to go read and look for a good story to base the next story off of.

Ja ne

Vesper chan