A/N: Shadow signing in for duty! So how's my story so far?
Sasuke: You're such a loser.
Shadow: Yup!
Sasuke: And a dope.
Shadow: Yup!
Sasuke: Stop agreeing with me. It takes all the fun out of it.
Shadow: Now who's the loser?
Sasuke: Up yours shadow.
Shadow: Let's get on with the disclaimer and the story. (Don't you love a frustrated Uchiha?)
Disclaimer-
Detective: CONFESS!
Shadow: NEVER!
Detective: CONFESS!
Shadow: You won't get it out of me.
Detective: CONFESS DAMN YOU, OR THE FOX BOY GETS IT!
Shadow: Fine…. I don't own Naruto. You happy now?
Detective: (Jumping around, Clapping his hands) Yippee! I got her to confess. Not bad for an aspiring Detective!
Shadow: (confusion written all over my face) ?
Sasuke: Since it is shadows time to be rendered speechless I will say this: On with the story. The story that should be more about me. I mean who cares about a stupid pink haired brat and her ugly ass boyfriend?
Shadow: But you are in the….
Sakura: (Smacks him up side his head)
Neji: -Currently has band-aids all over his face- (Steps on Sasuke's face) what was that Emo-boy?
Sasuke: Nothing.
Shadow: This isn't going to be pretty. On with the story. Neji! PUT SASUKE DOWN!
Summary: When eighteen-year-old Sakura Haruno lost her true love in a fatal accident, she dived head first into a world of despair. One year later her pain is much the same. Will she ever love again? Can someone save her from herself? Even if it happens to be the person she hates most in life.
It was six thirty and Sakura was still in bed. Ino slowly opened the door praying she wouldn't have to go in the dark death trap that was her friends room. God only knew what was in there. "Sakura! It's time to get up now. Well be late for school. Sakura?"
Ino signed heavily as she entered the darkened room.
She pawed her way through the darkness and found a lump on an object she believed to be the bed. She turned around and made her way toward the door and flipped on the light. The first thing she spotted was the lump from earlier, which was covered by a faded pink comforter. She walked across the room and with one swift pull, had the blinds up as far as they could go. "Sakura!"
She quickly snatched the pink blanket off the lump and found a half-awake Sakura. "Did you hear me? We're going to be late for school!" "I don't want to go to school" Ino's annoyed look disappeared and a worried look replaced it. Sakura once had a smile that lit up the room and enthusiasm that made people forget their problems.
Many had envied her sparkling green eyes and her unusual shiny pink hair. She was the one who understood and always supported you, always by your side. She was energetic and sometimes very loud.
Now all that was left of Sakura Haruno was dull green eyes, despair, and pink hair much like her comforter; faded. She hardly ever smiled and her energy had dissipated along with much of her enthusiasm.
She barely talked and when she did it was like she didn't want to be heard. "Hon, you have to get out of this room. You have to go on with your life. You've already missed seven weeks of school. Look I'll make some coffee, while you get dressed. Ok Sakura. Ok?" "Ok."
Ino left Sakura's room as she dragged herself out of bed. Sakura didn't want to go to school. She didn't want to have to deal with the faces and eyes full of sympathy.
She didn't want to deal with the constant sorry that she hated above all else. They didn't understand, they only pretended to understand and pretended to care. That was why she talked so low, to sort out the real from the pretenders.
She made her way to her closet and quickly discarded the baggy shirt and shorts she'd been wearing for five days straight and shoved on a plain pink shirt and a light blue pair of jeans. Not bothering with make-up, Sakura pulled a brush through her hair a couple of times, and made her way to the kitchen.
When she rounded the corner, she spotted Ino at the kitchen table stuffing a donut down her throat. "You know you shouldn't eat those, Ino-pig. They go straight to you're ass." "Sakura, if I wasn't so happy that you're out of bed, I would so kill you for that comment." Sakura grinned widely as she sat down and began drink her French vanilla flavored coffee.
She looked around their white apartment as she finished her toast. There was a white leather couch, white carpeting, white walls, a small glass table that had two issues of 'Entertainment Weekly' and the latest issue of 'Vogue' in a neat little pile on top of it, a few sky blue color vases full of lilies, and a black and silver 21'inch TV. She hadn't been out of her room much, so didn't remember getting that couch. She hardly even remembered moving in with Ino almost a two years ago.
Ten minutes later, after Ino and Sakura locked up their apartment, they were on the free way, only minutes from reaching their school. That's when one of Ino's favorite song popped up on the radio. Ino immediately turned up the volume and started to sing along, while Sakura silently prayed to get to school faster. Sakura never thought she'd do that in a million years, but Ino's psycho driving and the ear murdering song were driving her up the wall.
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?
Don't cha. Don't cha.
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me?
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me?
Don't cha. Don't cha.
As the freakishly annoying song ended, Ino's silver jeep pulled into the student parking lot in front of the school. Sakura jumped out of the car barley before it stop and began chanting, "I'm alive" accompanied by a happy dance. Ino shut off the engine, pulled her keys out of the ignition, adjusted her sunglasses, and got out of the car.
"Do you hear that, Ino?" Ino looked around a moment before answering. "I don't hear anything" "Exactly. No crappy music-" "Hey, that song is kick ass. Plus it relates to me so well." "No near death experiences from your lousy driving-" "What? My driving isn't that bad. You know what, if you don't like then you can drive yourself, you bill-board forehead girl!"
"Relax, Ino. Your driving isn't too terrible. Look we'll be late class if we keep arguing. Let's go." Ino gave her a narrow eyed look before replacing it with her usual smile, as she and Sakura began their walk across the parking lot. (A/N: Massive parking lot!)
Sakura was just a few feet away from the side walk when a Blue Convertible pulled up in the space ahead of her, nearly hitting a now on edge Sakura. "What's the big idea?" Sakura watched the door of the convertible open and a guy climb out. He wore a slick black shirt that clung nicely to chest (A/N: Nice body!) with an elegant blue jacket (like an overcoat), light tan slacks, and a pair of seemingly expensive shoes.
His hair was shiny and black with blue tint and some of it stood up in the back while the rest of it framed his face. He wore cool looking dark sunglasses and an emotionless expression. "You were in my way." His voice nearly held as much emotion as his face.
"Well excuse me, but I was walking. Or are you as bad at seeing as you are at driving?" The man in front of her pushed his shades up over his forehead. His eyes were onyx and pretty cold too. Then he smirked at her, amused by her anger.
"Listen, I have somewhere to be, so why don't you quite your bitching and go off and play or something." He pushed his glasses back over his eyes and proceeded to the entrance of the school. "Hey, I'm not done with you!" She watched furiously as he ignored her and kept walking. The nerve of him.
"Damn bastured!" "Hmmm… I thought he was pretty cute." "What? Oh come on Ino. He was an asshole who wouldn't know what respect was, if it kicked him in the balls. Which is something I might have to do… and with pleasure." Ino chuckled at this comment. "What?" "Oh, nothing." "Ino, you know something. Tell me." "No, No. It's just a thought. "What are you-?"
Sakura was interrupted by the loud ding of the first bell. "Damn, were late." The two girls ran through the entrance, up the stairs, down the hallway, and through the door of their homeroom, leaving a cloud of dust in their wake, thirty seconds before the second bell rang annoyingly as always. Damn bell even startled a few freshmen and the occasional stupid sophomore or two.
A/N: So is it up the your standers… WELL IS IT.
Sasuke: I think you have issues.
Shadow: No one asked you emo-boy!
Sasuke: Anyways, what do you think? I'm a bad ass aren't I?
Shadow: I think you should shut your damn pie hole. And no… maybe… YES! ok.