Crim or the author: It's my first story! Now, this fic may strongly and strangely sound like another fic in another anime, just to give you an earlier notice, I did get the author's full permission (which took a long while to get) to rewrite the whole current story in my own words with a different outcome. Hehe, we'll see how it goes! It's a high school fic! ((I'm an author in desperate need of a beta!))
Summary: It's an AU story! First fanfic! It all began with a slow dance, a little stumble and a wail of pain in that same dance floor. Two years later, Sakura returns to her old school, unaware of what she'll see. Add in a half sister, dance lessons, wild parties, annoying fan girls, stupid boys and family problems, which make Sakura's first year back in her new school one hell of a ride.
Warning: If you're a huge fan of Tayuya, I do not suggest you to read this fic for the sake of yours and mine. It isn't character bashing but she will be playing a bad part. I'm not dissing Djs, or anyone out there! Constructive criticism—I want them please! But please be light…err, yeah!
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. If I did, Sasuke wouldn't die (I'm hoping he doesn't) and not gay (I'm hoping to God he isn't T.T), Naruto would be the 6th hokage by now and Orochimaru would commit suicide. So, I don't own Naruto. I don't own the storyline completely so ha, you can't sue!
Two
Left Feet
Chapter 1: Half Sister
--- (Sakura's POV)
(Flashback)
All eyes were glued onto me as I stood frozen, clueless of what to do next. What am I supposed to do? Why did I just stand there?
It was one of those school year end formal dances where you desperately try to keep your hair straight, not wrinkle your red dress or scuff your silver, new high heels. Like hell, they can keep themselves tidy when I'm out on the prowl!
Once I arrived at the dance, I barely tilt my head because the pink tower of Pisa (really, a tight high bun wrapped in a green scrunchie) might lean to the side, just by uttering the word 'hi' or breathing in too fast. Or ruin my long coiled cherry locks that bounced against my cheeks with my every shift … One wrong move, during that night, could end it all and that wouldn't be fun now wouldn't it?
Nope.
Stepping into the giant ballroom, my heart throbbed from the anxiety. There wasn't a mirror around in the former gymnasium so I couldn't check my every move. Relax Sakura. You can do this! Like a drunken sailor, I held onto door and strained my eyes to see in the dark. Darkness. Another reason why I should watch myself or someone might grope my ass and get away with it!
I clutched onto my emerald heart pendant that hung around my neck with one hand. The other stayed at the door, clinging for dear life.
"Oi, Sakura-chan!" A blonde dressed in a black suit came running towards me. At first, I panicked. Who is he? How do look?
Naruto was blushing when his blue eyes finally landed on me. "Sakura-chan, you look so pretty!" I guess I looked okay then. Mentally, I sighed in relief. Then I suddenly gaped at the blonde… Was that drool I see on the corner of his mouth? It was the best compliment of the night I got yet!
A smile grew in my lips and couldn't help but giggle at his appearance. His collar was ruffled and his tie was a complete mess. If only I could fix them without literally toppling on top of him, although he'd love that to happen.
Fat chance.
"Thanks, Naruto!" I shifted uncomfortably in my shoes. What did he think of my shoes? I was too embarrassed to ask since I couldn't even stand right on these stilts!
"Let's show you to the guys! They're around here somewhere!" his head whipped around in the room.
You could hardly walk because you might slip…and who knows where you'll end up next! You'd be actually surprised. I flinched. The shoes were a kind of heels that have sharp closed-toe ends and had thin straps wrapped around my ankles, forming an 'X.' With these shoes, I sprouted two inches taller! I was thrilled to have splashed out on them at first.
Now, I regret owning a pair.
But Naruto pulled me into the dark ballroom anyway. Music blared out of the speakers as they usually did in school dances, but the music seemed to be louder in this one. Irritated, I cringed at the music that came out from the speakers. Those DJ freaks, just because they listen to hard metal and rock doesn't mean they have to share it with the rest of the world! And did they have to be so damn loud about it? It's a formal dance!
My head snapped up and saw several spotlights lined across the ceiling. I could only see five out of fifty spotlights on. Hmph. Why not just turn all the damn lights off?
The blonde glanced over his shoulder, his curious eyes scrutinizing my each move. "I saw Sasuke, Hinata and the guys over there somewhere so hold on, okay? Sorry to keep you walking for too long, Sakura-chan. It must be uncomfortable walking in those shoes." He cringed, expecting an angry shriek from me.
'They are.' I winced slightly. But I forced a weary smile in the dark at Naruto, "It's alright!"
"Eh?" he sounded surprised.
I nodded in a slow reassurance. "Yep, it's fine," reassuring myself in the process. I had him as my eyes in the dark. At that moment, I felt completely relieved.
"There they are!" Hey, wouldn't you know…they were standing underneath one of the "working" lights. In her purple dress, Ino's face had split into a wide grin as she saw Naruto and I come in closer. The short-haired Hinata smiled shyly with a flash pink splashed on her cheeks and TenTen nodded. Hinata looked cute in her yellow dress and TenTen was classy in her green one.
"That dress looks good on you," he commented; his voice was detached as always. Contented of his words, he nodded. Then I felt his obsidian eyes scanned me from top to bottom. I blushed furiously. He looked great as always, with his white turtleneck underneath his navy blue blazer and pants. It was hard to believe he was only thirteen. "Red is your colour."
I could die and live in cloud nine right about now.
"What do you think of me in purple, Sasuke-kun?" Ino-pig batted her long lashes at the Uchiha.
His face remained stiff and emotionless, "Ask the mirror or you be the judge of that."
"You heard that porker?" I cried in victory with one fist pumped up the air.
"At least I don't have any belly flab!" came a heated reply from the blonde.
"It's called BABY FAT, you pig." Now, she was pissing me off.
Shikamaru who had been watching along the sidelines, rolled his eyes, "Here we go."
"It still has the word FAT in it!" Ino kept going. I knew everyone could hear us bickering.
Fat? Me? I scarcely breathed because I worked so hard into looking good in red. I spent countless hours staring at the mirror, perfecting your shoulders and chin—mastering the perfect posture. Hold in the small flab on my stomach, I secretly assumed it was baby fat. With this posture maybe I could seduce him, making myself different from other girls—besides the over average width of my forehead. My ultimate downside: the below average female body. The curves were still on their way and the breasts were still tiny…but boys still fell for you.
All boys imaginable…except him.
Uchiha Sasuke. Nothing seemed to penetrate his cold hard mask that he always wore.
Keenly, I kept that gracious smile on my glossed lips and that playful glint in my eyes. "Thank you, Sasuke-kun!"
All this for a dance…
"Mou…Sasuke-kun, um…will you—" I stuttered for my life as I visibly paled in my dress. Please save me!
Damn, he knew what I was thinking. He carelessly shrugged and shot a brief glance at the dance floor—(I hated to think it was really the gym floor.)
And I felt like I am the Queen of the World right at that moment.
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the crowd.
We were friends…and I felt more than that.
Had he too?
After that moment, you let loose… finally revealing the true you and your feelings by the movement of your feet. 'I'm thinking of making a move…now, baby, tell me if you like it.' I sang in my mind.
And this is what happens—
--- (End of Flashback) ---
The whole world swallows you whole and spits you out right just when you're having the best moment of your life ruined.
That night, I forgot to tell everyone that I was moving away because of my father's business. Heck that was the last night he ever spoke to me.
It happened two years ago and I'm back, in a new house with a complete happy family. A dad, a mom and—
"Move it along, bitch. You're blocking my way!" A yell penetrated through the quiet air, slicing it half. Then it was followed by the resounding slam of a door; freakin' loud enough to snap me out of my hysteria and send me three feet up the air.
Startled, I winced at the sunlight that streaked past the opened glass windows. "Grr, what now?" Squinting my eyes, I glanced away from the window and grimaced.
I must have been flashbacking in front of the window again. It wasn't my fault, really. I live in the other side of town, in a large villa nestled spread out across the edge of a cliff with the most breathtaking scene. People would pay millions to see this scene everyday! Blue waves crashing against the jagged, rocky shore below, covered in golden grains of sand. Not to mention the salty scent in the air and be in the best spot to witness sunrise and sunset everyday. Then there were the lush, manicured gardens at the front, I mean, who wouldn't want that?
"I SAID—" Edgy as always. My head whipped around to see the pink-haired punk staring right back at me with a flat look. The muscles in my neck tightened and my balled fists shook violently on my sides.
"I heard you the first time!" I snapped as a pinkette of about sixteen trudged towards me. She shot a look of pure distaste and frowned. Narrowing my eyes, I sent my best impassive glare in return. Note: I never liked her.
"Then I wouldn't have to yell twice, you twit," retorted she, her deep brown eyes taking in my appearance. I could tell she didn't like me either. Perhaps that was the only matter we were mutual on. In her usual pallid cherry shirt and black spandex capris, she roughly brushed past me. It was more like she caught me off guard and shoved me down the ground.
My butt hurts even if this was the red carpet I fell on. I was still in my pink bunny slippers as my eyes darted at the pinkette's retreating back.
"What, is your fat ass too big to fit in the hallway?" My voice grew angrier by the second as I slowly got up. Wiping the imaginary dust off my crimson dress, I waited for an answer. Frozen on a mid-step, the pinkette fell silent, conjuring up a usual snappy comeback.
"Fuck off, bitch," firmly, she barked without turning her head. Well, that's the fucking understatement of the year; I scoffed, rolling my eyes. Of all the things God could've done to me…why this?
'Why won't you!' I wanted to yell back but she was gone. My shoulders slumped as I burrowed my face into my palm and grounded out a defeated sigh. Two days into living with her and I'm already sick of her.
My name is Bitch, do you believe me?
Didn't think so…unless you're my half-sister…
My real name is Sakura Haruno: I have long bubblegum pink hair and emerald green eyes. No, I'm not a circus freak if you'd like to call me one. No, I don't have cotton candy stuck on my head if you were wondering. Besides, having pink hair is a generic thing…so don't ask because I don't know how that works either.
Call me stupid if you like. Everyone does.
With a light pull, both windows were closed and I turned my back from the scene below. Instead, my gaze was fixed to the zebra-striped hallway of lilac and yellow from the sunlight and lavender walls. The large wooden staircase was dead ahead—with ideas slowly forming in my mind for later. Though the bitch must have gone down already with mom and dad…I scowled at this.
Who is she? She is my older half-sister: Tayuya. Yeah, you're not suffering from a seizure and the apocalypse hasn't come (yet) believe me. Heck, I'm the one who has to put up her bitching.
Though, I couldn't blame her. She hasn't seen her mother for a while, in fact, never. I tried to reach out many times, but she'd swat my hand away like a fly and tell me to buzz off. "None of your fucking business bitch." Fine Tayuya.
My father wasn't the faithful kind of a husband that everyone expected him to be. "Business trips" or whatever the hell he called it, he messed around. My mom was pregnant with me when she found out about Tayuya's mother eight months ahead of the whole pregnancy thing. I was born on March 28th while Tayuya was born on February 15th. The only thing we both had in common was the pink hair—tracing back to our grandmother in my father's side and our love of music. Tayuya's may be darker because her mother had dark hair—or so father told me.
When I was only a few days old, my mother found Tayuya abandoned at our doorstep—her mother had disappeared, most likely dead for sixteen years.
We often lied that we were fraternal twins born on different days. On top of that lie was another lie stating: Tayuya was a premature baby and, in fact, older. I laughed, was that even possible? I assumed it was since I have to convince everyone.
Actually, I've never told anyone that lie since I didn't stick around my sister that often in public. Had Tayuya told anyone? I highly doubt she did, considering how cagey she is and all.
"Better get ready," I whispered to myself. I flipped back my loose, waist-length, pink hair with my hand. Then, quickly, I spun on my heel and returned to my bedroom.
I didn't know why I was outside my room in my night clothes in the first place. I guess I had that instinct that today was one of those days when great things come as they pleased…perhaps meeting Naruto and the others again, huh?
A pinprick of warmth or whatever it was, made me feel refreshed. I was happy to be in this city again.
A dose of Tayuya can't change that.
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To be continued…
Crim: Boo-yah, first chapter down! I'm the least fashionable person in the world so please bear with me! I'm sorry if the chapter was too long so I snipped it into half. I have the habit of making chapters long but they're meaningful. Why Tayuya? Well, I didn't want to go and create an OC sister for Sakura and a Mary Sue of Tayuya or Temari or any kick-ass girl in Naruto besides Sakura!
The following chapters won't be this boring. Thank you for reading this and please do review! Please!