Title:
The Hole In The Wall (ch. 02)
Author: Cella N
Fandom:Naruto
Characters: SasuSakuNaruKaka
(somewhat)
Summary: Haruno Sakura is finally free,
finally independant, and finally living on her own. Which would be
nice, if Naruto hadn't blown a hole into her wall. SAKURA.
SASUKE. NARUTO. KAKASHI. "This is where you laugh at life."
Spoilers: AU. Verily
Dedications: To whoever
reads this: you rule, for putting up with my crack.
A/N:
This is a project I'm working on. So far, I'm not sure where it's
going, but it's...um...going. Hopefully. As for the ships, I think
that it's going to be more about humour and life than anything else.
Putting team 7 in a new world, and facing them with day-to-day
troubles. Friendship between them, that's for sure, and maybe some
pairings in between. I'll let you know.
ii. something wrong with my reflection
It's been a while, thought Uchiha Sasuke upon entering his deserted, dark flat.
It's been four months to be exact, four months spending time in his family's company. His mother had been, as usual, centred on his brother, Itachi, and all the perfect things he had done. His father, eh…not that his father was entirely well in the head--and this was a trait which was passed throughout all the Uchiha males--, but he had treated Sasuke as if he were a ghost. Which was how he was normally treated when visiting the Uchiha house. Well…he supposed he did deserve it a bit. After all, it had been him alone the one to distance himself from his family. Seeing as too much Itachi was bad on his mental sanity, and because by being an Uchiha male he had more risk to end up in a looney house, he decided to emancipate himself before it was too late.
It's not that Uchiha Sasuke was insane, per se. He had been told, on some occasions, that his insistent staring tended to make one's eye twitch. Of course, insistent staring also got him loads of fan girls, and Sasuke didn't really know which was worse. It wasn't that he wanted to stare at people, not saying a word, with those black eyes of his, looking like the Supreme Ice Prince. Not really. It was more the fault of his habit of dozing off. One moment, he was staring deep into his companion's eyes, and the next one he was wondering if he had turned the gas off before leaving his flat. Still staring at his companion, and still doing his Warning: Intensive Brooding In Here face, he remembered he couldn't have left the gas on, because he hadn't paid the bills, so he didn't have any gas to begin with. That normally turned into the idea that he really, really, really needed a job again, because working for your father did not do well if you claimed to be emancipated. Or if your father was crazy. Normally, all this thinking about something entirely different while watching the person with him, tended to make whoever was with him twitch, get angry, and leave. If it was a date, then the woman with him would normally throw her beverage at him. That came from watching too many movies, and almost half of Sasuke's pants and suits had learned to hate movies. And beverages, in general.
With a loud sigh, and displaying more emotion than he normally would on a good hair day, Sasuke made his way to his bedroom. Four months of absence had probably accumulated a lot of dust and cobwebs in his beloved flat, and that did not bode well. Still, the ride back home had exhausted him, so for tonight, he'd have to deal with the dust. He'd shake his bed sheets before going to sleep, just to be sure.
Well. The baggage, he'd unpack tomorrow morning or something. It was late at night, he had to get up early in the morning for welcome-back breakfast with his Brood Club friends, so there was no time to put on sleeping clothes. With terrible grace, Sasuke let himself fall on the still dusty bed, and was instantly asleep.
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Waking up the morning after you had a party was not easy. Waking up in the morning because you had to go to work was a nightmare. At least for Sakura, whose head was spinning, not because she had a hangover, but because she finally realised she lived alone. For the first time in her life, Sakura had no idea whether to scream or laugh.
Before that unpleasant incident with the idiot in the library, and the stabbing, Sakura had been very loved by her parents. Sort of. Somewhat. Okay, so her parents were society freaks who worried more about 'what will our very important friends say?' than for Sakura's health. She had been consistently instructed what she was allowed and what she wasn't allowed to do in society, and that she should never ever ever shame her parents. Her only good friend in the Haruno family had been her father's mother, her paternal grandmother, who--bless her soul--, before dying, said the wisest words Sakura ever heard. Never take anyone's shit. No, wait. That wasn't it, it had sounded more philosophical. Um…oh yeah: Sakura, you're a girl, and your parents suck. I'm surprised I managed to give birth to that uptight idiot you call father, but that's beside the point. You listen to me, girl, and listen well. Never let them control you, Sakura. You're free, and you're free of what society thinks of you. Don't give a damn, girl, because once you do, your ass is toast. Never stand for their stupidities. Soon as you can, leave, leave and go as far away from their boxed world as you can. Oh, and don't let anyone pick on you.
Haruno Tomoyo hadn't exactly been a fountain of philosophical wisdom on her death bed. Okay, the woman had a tendency to rant, babble, and swear like a sailor, but she had been Sakura's friend since forever, and Sakura had listened to the old woman.
After she was 12, after the library incident, Sakura ended up at the Child Care Centre, disowned by her family for having shamed them. She was ignored, and scorned by all but by Uzumaki Naruto, and it had taken the brash blonde two bowls of ramen to bring Sakura to the Naruto Side, and make sure she never ever left. People asked her if she was crazy, because no one could stand hanging out with Naruto. Sakura answered that yes, she was crazy, and she had a medical certificate to prove it, stamped, signed, with the title 'Bipolar Disorder And Slight Scyzophrenia' to prove it. If they still continued to bother her about Naruto, she'd ask them if they wanted to know about her short month at the Mental Institution. That's about when they all left.
Sakura had dealt with solace easily before, but now that she knew she was really living on her own, depending on herself, she had a slight panic attack. Nothing a good breakfast couldn't cure.
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Sasuke rolled over in his bed, and opened his eyes lazily.
Another day in life, another morning. Same routine as always. He stood up, and slowly made his way towards the bathroom, certain that today would be just like all the other days. He turned the tap on, and washed his face. Staying there, with his face in his hands, he let out a deep breath. Ready. He stood up straight, and watched in front of him.
And then, the screaming began.
Five seconds later, the screaming ceased. Sasuke brought his hand up, and leaned in. The figure on the other side, did the same. He tilted his head to the side, and the figure on the other side did the same. He frowned, trying to remember what he had drunk last night. Because obviously, something was Not Right.
And by Not Right, he meant that, there was something wrong with his reflection. His hair was pink, for one. Pink, and ruffled, and chopped hastily here and there. His eyes were green. His skin was pale. Come to think of it, that was normal. But worst of all. He had boobs.
"…the fuck?" his reflection blurted, and it was the most eloquent thing Sasuke had heard so far.
He blinked. "You're not my reflection," he said.
"And you're not my reflection," the boobed-pink-haired-green-eyed-Sasuke-wannabe said.
"Who are you?" he demanded, Uchiha arrogance coming back full-fledged.
"Haruno Sakura. I live here. Who are you?" she asked.
"Uchiha Sasuke. I live here," he said. Then he blinked owlishly again, finally waking up. "There's a hole in our bathroom wall."
"No shit."
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About ten minutes past ten, a phone rang in the collective dormitories, and many people groaned and rolled over. Many people were also grateful that soon enough, Uzumaki would leave the Centre, and that would be good. The phone kept ringing.
"Oi, Naruto," a boy muttered, throwing his pillow at the sleeping blond.
The phone rang some more. Eleven minutes past ten, in the freaking morning, Uzumaki Naruto answered his cell-phone. "Yes?"
"YOU ARE SO DEAD!"
Not many could see Naruto's face, but many could hear the screaming voice coming from the other end of the telephone line. Many recognized it, and many remembered how she screamed at them, with the same tone. They suspected, reasonably, that Naruto was as pale as a ghost. He was also trying to reason with the girl on the line.
"Sakura-ch--"
"DON'T YOU FUCKING SAKURA-CHAN, ME, UZUMAKI! YOU BROKE A HOLE IN MY WALL!"
"But that could've been anyone--"
"YOU LEFT YOUR SIGNATURE ON THE BUBBLE-GUM, YOU IDIOT!"
Ah. Well, that was the only piece of vanity he had left. That tattoo around his belly had become his trade signature since four years ago, when he'd gotten it. In fact, it wouldn't help with the fact that Sakura had been the one to choose the design. He knew he shouldn't have left his signature, hell, even Kakashi-sensei had told him not to, but he just couldn't resist. Every piece of art needed a signature. His piece of art obviously didn't hold up long enough.
"…AND YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR ALL THE REPAIRS, EVEN IF YOU HAVE TO GIVE EVERYONE AND THEIR DOG A BLOWJOB TO PULL THE MONEY, YOU DOPE!"
"Yes, Sakura-chan--"
"YOU'RE FUCKING LUCKY I HAVE TO WORK, OR I WOULD'VE COME AND KILLED YOU EARLIER!"
"Yes, Sakura-chan--"
"YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE THE IDIOT, STUCK-UP NEIGHBOUR I HAVE, WHO, BY THE WAY, CAME BACK HOME YESTERDAY! YOU'RE GOING TO COME HERE LATER AND APPOLOGIZE, YOU UNDERSTAND?"
"Yes, Sakura-chan--"
"I'LL COME PICK YOU UP WHEN I GET OUT FROM WORK, AND YOU BEST BE READY TO KISS ASS, YOU HEAR?"
"Yes, Sakura-chan--"
"ARE YOU PATRONIZING ME!"
"Y-NO, Sakura-chan!"
"GOOD. DON'T RUN OUT OF THE COUNTRY."
"Bye, Sakura-chan."
He hung up. There was a moment of pause, and then a collective snicker going around the dormitory.
"Dude. You're fucked," one of the boys said.
Naruto could've sworn tears were coming from his eyes. He did what was reasonable in this situation. He went to look for Kakashi-sensei.
