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Chapter 2: Acquaintances
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"Honey, where's your sister?" Mr. Haruno asked Tayuya casually at the breakfast table, lowering the morning paper to reveal his face. He had hard chiselled features, a set of dark brown eyes and jet black hair that covered his ears. "I need to remind her of her new school," Since I know you didn't tell her, he informed the female before returning to his crossword puzzle.
'Honey' was their special nickname, usually when they wanted something from her.
The older sibling glanced across at him, still thinking of an appropriate answer.
"Well, Tayuya?" he grew impatient though his brown orbs never left the newspaper.
Frustrated, she gritted her teeth and hissed, "Upstairs." She angrily grabbed one of the muffins in a nearby basket and began to pull out the oats with her long white fingers. Tayuya plucked each oat eerily with her nails as she bit her tongue to keep herself from cussing. It's always Sakura, huh? Just because I used to—
"Here's your breakfast, hun," a plate of scrambled eggs, several strips of bacon and two pieces of toast was placed in front of her. Shot out of her reverie, Tayuya blinked back at her step-mother—the rummaged muffin still cupped in her hand. How could Mrs. Haruno be so nice to her? Tayuya was the product between her unwed mother and a cheater of a father. In other words, Tayuya shouldn't be there!
"Now don't be so hasty, Shinosuke," Mrs. Haruno slid a chagrined glare to her husband. "Today is only the first day, right Tayuya-chan?" She winked at the teen, which was at the moment: delirious.
"Damn muffin, it has too many oats and nuts," the pinkette rolled the oats and nuts she'd plucked from the muffin around her plate. Then she blinked back at her step mother, "What? You said something?
"Ayame, see what I mean?" he glanced briefly at his wife. "They're practically brain dead!"
Tayuya frowned bitterly as she felt the muffin crumble in her hardened fingers. Sakura is the brain dead idiot.
"Honey, that's a whole-wheat muffin, here try this," Ayame stated slowly, taking another blueberry muffin from the basket and into her hand.
I hadn't realized that. Glumly, she deeply sighed, "Whatever." Tayuya chucked the muffin back to its basket effortlessly, crumbs flying all over the table. Today was their first day of school, after recently moving back.
"So, how was your sleep, Tayuya-chan?" Mrs. Haruno chirped at the teen. Beaming, Mrs. Haruno placed her piece of bacon into her mouth with a fork. Her step-mom resembled Sakura; doe-like pastel green eyes, the way her long light purple hair was glossy and the abnormal width of her forehead. Always donned on a baby blue quipao and the cute pink apron over it, Ayame was a cook.
Ayame must be wondering how Tayuya thought about her new bedroom. She had been away from home for so long; jailed inside a boarding school with prissy bitches. Some of them vaguely reminded Tayuya of Sakura, the biggest bimbo of them all. Then there was a retarded sister school, an all boys' school where she met interesting boys, often brought in their male students for dances, fundraisers, dinners etc or just for plain old recess. Did those bastards expect the school girls to mate with the boys? Tayuya grimaced. In all, she had a pretty good yet stressing life.
Just three days ago, her parents forcefully dragged Tayuya out of that hellhole and brought her to Japan, much less to her liking. Japan was the last place she had expected of living in. IT WAS THE PIT OF ALL HELL.
"Good, I guess," she glanced at her step mom nonchalantly, taking a bite into her toast.
Mrs. Haruno was still chewing her bacon, muttering a mouthful, "That's good!" She could be so childish most of the time and suddenly become strict within a blink of an eye. Indeed, Ayame Haruno was unpredictable "like every female Haruno." Then why does Tayuya differ from them?
"Yes it is," Shinosuke slowly took a sip of his coffee. The newspaper still blocked his stern face until—
"AAAHHH!" a high pitched screech filled the air followed by several repeated thuds. Ayame nearly choked while Tayuya calmly kept chewing on her toast. Startled, Shinosuke sprayed coffee out of his mouth, soaking his morning paper in the process.
A set of dark brown eyes peered over the coffee-stained morning paper, his black eyebrows raised. Coffee dripped from his chin as he spoke queerly, "Did you hear that?"
"Sakura-chan probably found the stairs," Ayame replied followed by a sigh of relief; the bacon went down well.
"Hmph," he grunted, "Sleepwalking maybe?" His brown eyes were set hard on reading an article with a lot more concentration than usual. The blurred words didn't make sense…he let out a faint sigh: another unsolved crossword puzzle.
"She is such a klutz," Tayuya took another bite off her toast. "She came out of her room in her gown this morning, gawking at the sea like some lost dog." She chewed slowly uttering her words clear, "Like Pakkun." They had a dog once named Pakkun who seemingly died of old age. Tayuya never laid eyes on him. So it goes.
"I might as well check on her," the Haruno mistress rose from her wooden seat. Standing up, Ayame held a napkin close and carefully dabbed her cheek.
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"Sakura-san!" two worried maids rushed to the possibly injured female. The cherry blossom was sprawled out on the floor with a bemused look, humour visible in her eyes. Descending—more like falling halfway down the steps gave her quite a shock.
'Wake the hell up already, damn it!'
I'm awake…
"…Are you alright?"
"Say something, please!" the other one overreacted in a verge of mad tears.
"Shannaro…I can't get up!"
Arching an eyebrow, she finally spoke, "Sakura-chan, what did I tell about rollerblading indoors!?" She had crept behind one of the maids, looking extremely displeased, an extremely bad stoke of luck for anyone who was in the room. "Look at my carpet, they could've been ruined Sakura!"
Sakura smiled sheepishly, struggling to get up. "I was late for school!"
"Do you even know where your new school is?" Tayuya joined in, standing next to her stepmother. No one was smiling down on her today.
"…next block?" she couldn't help but chuckle at her comment—she was slow on the best of days. Sakura dusted herself for the second time that morning. Hastily, she dusted her white skirt (revealing black shorts underneath) and her red sleeveless top that was zipped up to her throat.
"Try the other side of the city, idiot," Tayuya scoffed, rolling her eyes as Sakura stood upright. "Hey, why don't you get a head start right now? I'll see you in school after I get changed."
Sakura muffled a growl. 'How's about I kick your ass all the way back to the States?' "Hah!" she laughed without humour and muttered something half-heartedly along the lines of 'You-all-have-to-be-shitting-me.'
"Tayuya," Ayame mildly admonished the older girl before her jade orbs returned to Sakura. "You were accepted into the Konoha High. Did you read the letter like I told you?"
"…No…" she replied with a blush, deeply embarrassed. She hadn't expected to make it into that prep school; after all, she transferred out all of a sudden. Then she was thrown down the river into another prep school in New York. Who knew they were going to ask Sakura back? Why? Did they even know it was her?
Ayame let out a faint sigh.
"Oh mom, did you remember to tell Sakura here that I'm in the same school?" Tayuya gave the pinkette the quirkiest smile that could make anyone vomit blood. She was expecting Sakura's reaction to be one hell of a shock.
Her emerald eyes went wide as saucers and her jaw dropped, "WHAT!" She stared at her mother in disbelief, her anger gradually eating away from her sanity.
Tayuya often got what she wanted.
'SSSHHHAAAANNNAAARROO! WHAT THE HELL!' The inner Sakura had finally erupted into a string of colourful words while outwardly, Sakura kept a stunned and speechless look. "You have to be kidding!" she gravely spoke, her jaw still sagging.
"I suspected as much," Tayuya sighed facedly, shrugging. "At least I'm over it." Or was she really? Tayuya flashed Sakura a smirk before turning on her heel to leave.
First, they send me down to the river into some demented prep school…
Sakura visibly clenched her jaw as she watched Tayuya walk back into the kitchen with her mother following.
Two years later and three days ago, they haul me back home.
Before ducking her head between her shoulders again, a final thought ran through Sakura's mind:
Today, I'll come flooding back to the same school. Will they remember me? Will they remember IT?
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"I'm not kidding!"
"Very funny, Jiraiya," she gave the perverted hermit a very dry smile, obviously not amused in any way. "I don't appreciate being compared to my new students, especially by lying perverts such as you." She gestured Jiraiya towards the door before signalling Shizune to "fetch" the new girls.
"But I'm not teaching dance class!" he protested.
"So we've heard, Jiraiya, now go!"
"We're still on eight, right?"
"JIRAIYA?" she raised a warning fist up the air, able to send him flying off to god knows where. Tsunade hated it when he reminded her about their off-shift relationship.
"Fine, fine," the white haired vice-principal raised his hands in a surrendering gesture.
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Both girls stood cluelessly in the busy school office, watching three old receptionists blab on the phone.
"I still can't believe we're in the same school," Sakura muttered with resent; her patience was thinning, both on Tayuya and the school.
"Yeah, you've already cramped my style by just standing there," Tayuya slid her younger half sibling an annoyed glance. If she was annoyed to be here, Sakura was really pissed.
"I'd hate to breathe the same air as you," the cherry blossom hissed venomously and glared at her with pure distaste.
"Now, now, Sakura, we need to breathe or we'd all die."
"Why…YOU!"
"If you two would come this way, please," one of the secretaries said evenly to both pink-haired girls and led them to the principal's office. She had black hair and eyes as she held a pig in her arms.
"About damn time…" Tayuya muttered.
Both girls trailed reluctantly behind her, exchanging bemused looks. Principals did often choose their office as the interrogation room, where students go through their personal records and principals pick out certain events that have happened. Sakura anticipated that Tsunade hadn't remembered that particular event. If she asks, I'll just pretend that I don't remember…yeah, that's it.
"Very funny, indeed," the principal uttered when both girls proceeded into the room. Twins…? Somebody had to be pulling on her leg and surely, it was not Jiraiya… The girls appeared like pink deer caught in the headlights. Kindly, she gestured them to sit in the two leather chairs opposite. "Sit down."
The girls moved forward in a joint effort and slipped into their seats, staring blankly at the principal. Tayuya had one leg crossed over the other and her arms were crossed. Sakura placed her hands together on her knees. They both looked up in a lazy manner as the lady with the large breasts was about to land a bomb on them.
Her hazel eyes scrutinized each student, checking for any 'defect' she could point out later. The dark haired one seemed emotionally disturbed…or was it determination in her almond eyes? Tsunade mentally shrugged. "Now," the blonde leaned forward to rest her elbows and interlocked her fingers before her chin. "As your principal, it's an opportunity and honour to be the first person to welcome new students into our school. So, welcome."
"Hai," they nodded patiently. "Yeah, me too," the girls replied in unison with a fake sunny smile. Tsunade didn't seem phased at all as she kept her stern look.
"I'm pleased to meet you, Tayuya Haruno. It says in here…" she consulted a folder that had been stashed aside on her large, mahogany desk, "You've studied overseas all of your elementary years and recently moved here." She finally glanced up, "How is it going so far?"
"Um…adequate," Tayuya shrugged, "living with a challenged relative…yes…really adequate." She used her perfect preppy voice.
Bitch…what a real punk-ass-bitch… Sakura glared impassively at the wall next to her. If looks could destroy or move things, the wall would've fallen off the building in an instant. I'll KILL her.
"Yes," Tsunade moved on to the next twin. A pair of viridian eyes matched with hazel ones. "I'm glad to see you again, Sakura." Her look softened a little, "but how come you didn't mention your twin sister to me even once?"
"You never asked," Sakura faked a soft chuckle. "Besides, I didn't think she was worth mentioning. Tayuya lived in another country most of her life." She carelessly shrugged before glancing at the fuming pinkette next to her. Touché, inwardly, the cherry blossom beamed in triumph and challenged Tayuya further with narrowed eyes.
'Boo-yeah, we showed her up real good!' Inner Sakura pumped an invisible fist up the air and cackled like a mental hag.
"Hm," the principal grunted. "I'll dismiss you both, Tayuya. I'm sure Sakura would like to show you around the school."
'WHAT!'
This is not my day…fuck it. She wrinkled her nose into a scowl. This day just kept getting better
"No," Tayuya hissed, shaking her head. "I'm going to find another person to drag around." Roughly, she sprung off her leather seat and stepped in towards the principal. Briefly, Tayuya took the liberty to shake Tsunade's hand. Stifling a yawn, Sakura stood up from her chair too; it was the end of their little meeting. The rules' discussion would come in later, in a school assembly since it was the first day of school.
"Before you leave, take these. You are required to wear them," the blonde mistress revealed two blue hitai-ite in front of them, which she had snatched from her drawer earlier.
"Ah ha," Tayuya chuckled, "Forehead protectors! Sakura, you'll definitely need two!"
Sakura rolled her eyes in annoyance; there was no point protesting loudly against her half-sibling. If Tayuya had noticed, she had grown into her forehead. The best way to annoy Tayuya is to let her think that her insult was going to waste. The damned idiot hadn't seen a hitai-ite in her life.
"Can I have one red and one blue?" Sakura chirped with her syrupy voice and without hesitating, the blond gladly handed her requested colours. Just then, she sensed Tayuya stiffen a growl…
Oh yes, this was going to be an interesting year; the twins were simply going to bug the hell out of each other.
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I wearily glanced at the door, looking so…peaceful. I hated being new and all I wanted to do at the moment was walk out of there like the way I walked in. I'd leave everyone wide-eyed.
"Class, welcome our newest student, Sakura Haruno." The silver haired instructor patted my shoulder for moral support. I remember him, his name is Kakashi Hatake. He was our scout leader back in the seventh grade at our last Outdoor Ed with the perverted books.
He still had his black hitae-ite over his left eye. And even maintained to have his face covered with a black mask, which underneath, ironically, was another grey mask. He wore the required green vest, a dark blue turtleneck and a pair of sweats and white runners on his feet.
"Hi…" I felt my voice go far away from me. Shyly, I played with the blue forehead protector that held my pink hair back. The class sat split into two; boys were shocked by my new forehead look and sat there with their mouths hanging open, and then there were the girls whispering amongst themselves. I assumed they were plotting my death as their face scrunched up in disgust.
"I'm back from New York…and here I am…"
"Why'd you bother coming back?" one cried. I cringed, that motherfucking bitch. She had long platinum hair and tapering, heavenly azure eyes. Ino Yamanaka. She hadn't changed, seeing that her long hair was past due for a decent haircut. She wore black fishnet shorts and fishnet elbow whatever. She wore a tight…buttoned up…two piece…PURPLE outfit that revealed her flat, tanned belly. Ino practically came to school as a two-dollar whore in purple.
"Well, Ugly; I wasn't exactly given a choice. Like the fuck I'd want to come back here!" I fumed with steam sizzling out of my ears. Kakashi-sensei sent me and Ino a warning glance while the class was intently listening.
"Ino, shut up," the brunette behind Ino admonished in a hiss. You tell the stiff assed bitch, Tenten! Tenten still had the same brown buns but now donned on different clothes. She completely wrapped herself around that large turtleneck…what could she be hiding in there?
'Hickies maybe?' Oh get the hell out of me, Satan!
A boy with flaming red hair had raised his hand lazily, a large visible grin on his face.
"Yeah?" I used my very preppy voice, akin to Tayuya's along the infamous Haruno warning look.
"Can I have your number?"
"Sure! Right after you break all my bones, make pigs fly and have my warm blood all over you. Kakashi-sensei, can I please sit down now?" Yeah, I seem like a bratty bitch but does this girl sound like she cares? With a nod from the silver haired hentai, I was placed at the back row, next to a girl with cascading midnight blue hair and lavender eyes.
"SAKURA-CHAN!"
--- (End of Sakura's POV and Begin Normal POV)
Now far away, Sakura could hear her half-sister making a scene.
"I'm from the States, anyone been there? No? It's up my ass if that's where you'd like to know and so is everyone in this fucking classroom if they have a problem with me, got it?" Hey, Tayuya wasn't called loud and vulgar for nothing.
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I'm ending the chapter here. Where is Sasuke? Well…you'll find out. Thank you for reading my workand please review.