A/N: AHOY MATEYS! I AM NO LONGER A COMMA WHORE, BUT NOW I'M A VERB BAG! Don't be a verb bag, switch to GEIC-oh. Never mind my stupid jokes. Sorry for the late chapter. With a few verbs, and even less commas. This will be the longest one yet.
DISCLAIMER: As always Naruto's characters are owned by Masashi Kishimoto. They are not mine.
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KERRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Sakura's fist came down on her cute little frog alarm clock. It silenced immediately. Sitting up and stretching out the kinks in her muscles, a few pops later, and then she was up and about.
Firstly to the bathroom to shower and change. A quick glance at her closet and she knew exactly what she wanted to wear.
"Camo." she laughed to herself.
Her war oufit, she called it. It was a short green camo romper that stopped at a length that could barely be called modest. The sleeves were long, but rather than being a camo color, they were black. All with pockets, cute zippers and an attached hood. Paired with her combat boots, it was her favorite outfit.
Dragging the romper as well as her underwear and black tights into the bathroom she immediately jumped under the water. This morning in particular she chose to clean in cold water so she wouldn't end up lingering too long. She knew that she could easily spend an hour and a half in the shower.
She hopped out of the shower and dried up real quick to change. Finally dressed, she looked in the mirror. She was cute. Plain, but with strong features. Pink hair hang to her waist that she decided to tie up in a cute, but messy ponytail. Her vivid green eyes were then lined with black liner. A coat of mascara, a little concealer under her eyes, and a smattering of lip-gloss, then she was ready to go.
Shutting out the light to her bathroom she grabbed her combat boots from a pile of junk in the corner of her room and walked in to the kitchen.
Damn it. It was 7:45. Quickly jamming her feet in her boots and lacing them up, she grabbed an orange from a bowl on her table, and her backpack and gym bag from the entry hall on the way out. Locking the door to her apartment she knocked on Naruto's on the way down the corridor
Surprisingly, he opened the door just as she got to it.
"Hey Sakura!" Naruto exclaimed cheerily. What the fuck, he's ready to go half an hour earlier than usual?
"Of course I am Sakura! I want to walk you to school!" She didn't think she had said that out loud, but his response made her realize she did.
"Thanks Naruto!" She didn't realize he had grabbed her hand, but he held it while they walked.
The small walk from their apartment to the school was warm, and sunny. The sky was clear and deep blue. Sakura turned to look at her long time friend. He was cute, in an adorkable brotherly way. Messy blonde hair the color of gold and radiant blue eyes similar to that of the sky this morning, but her favorite part was his big- toothy smile. It was contagious.
Feeling more positive than ever they step up to the school gates, and to her shock all her boys are there. There are many hugs and soft punches (hard ones from her) exchanged.
Naruto turns to Shikamaru and pulls him down by a pierced ear. Carefree grin disappearing- he whispers, "take care of her or I'll take care of you." The smile that was gone for only a brief moment returns.
Shikamaru sighs and inspects his feet, then turns his face skyward to catch the sunlight. "What a drag."
Sakura gives Shikamaru and Naruto with a questioning look, but lets it go when she spies something just past them.
"Itachi." She sneers. Great, she was so not ready for this, but when his eyes met hers she knew she would have to be.
He approached he slowly, pushing past her protective circle of friends (protective my ass).
"English is first, follow me."
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They had English with some guy named Asuma Sarutobi. She knew him, but only because he occasionally popped into Gai, and Kakashi's classes. Mr. Sarutobi very obviously has the hots for the teacher across the hall, Kurenai. He would get all flustered and tongue tied around her. He even dropped a cigarette butt (if we could swear in his class, he could smoke in it) on to his lap- singeing his right thigh.
When I first had walked in- my assumption of difficulty was proven correct.
His introduction of me to the class was short, which was great. But then- he SAID IT.
"Sakura Haruno will be joining us for two weeks. Respect her- please." He then turned to me and said, "You made it just in time for our Romeo and Juliet Analysis. I don't expect you to do the project since you will be leaving before it is due, but I would like you to read along with us."
Somehow she felt this was karma. "Romeo and Juliet again? We did that as Freshman."
"Why yes, you did. However, as third years, you must analyze a Shakespearean play. The class voted, and they chose this one. Personally I prefer Hamlet." He chuckled at her frown. "This might seem very unimportant now, but it will help you to analyze other things too. It will be over with before you think."
"That's what you say. I am being-literally-forced into this class." She sighed and walked to the back of the room, taking a seat willing(only because she didn't feel like causing a scene)next to Itachi.
And so it began the day of hell- and hours of torture.
Towards the end of class she found her self drooling and fighting to stay awake. Her head often lolling from heaviness.
And then suddenly BAM-!
The door to classroom shudders as it hits the wall a little too hard. Sakura had previously noticed the dent, but now she knew the cause. Standing in the door was none other than her Tai-Juitsu teacher- Maito Guy. Green spandex, bowl-cut and all.
"Well hello there my most youthful of companions. I have heard the most fantastic pieces of festiveness today."
"Class is not finished, come back in ten minutes."
"What if I told you it was about my greatest of rivals?"
"Kakashi?"
"The one and only. The real truth about my greatest rival!"
"Fine." And then, as if we weren't there, he starts engaging in some deep conversation with Guy. She only heard bits and pieces of what was said, which included things like "porn""ninjas" and "toads".
Sakura glanced to Shikamaru, who up until this time had been asleep in the back of class, and gave him a look as if to ask- does this always happen? To which he gave her a look that said- unfortunately, yes.
Then suddenly remembering we were there Asuma turns to us and dismisses us to only then jump back into conversation with Guy. WOW.
Once again- reaffirming his place as her favorite teacher. He got her out of class early. Thanks Guy.
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The transition between English and home economics was brief, but Sakura felt as if it dragged on forever. Having had to hug Shikamaru good-bye, the only buffer between her and Itachi was gone.
SOMEONE HELP.
After parting ways with Shika, Sakura had to stride to keep up with Itachi's long steps. She half jogged to keep up with him all the way to home ec. The whole way there he had been berating her about how unfeminine she was, and that he doubted that she could do anything wife-like. What. A. Shit. She would prove him wrong no matter what.
They entered the class room of a young teacher named Kurenai, the same Kurenai that her previous' hour's teacher had a thing with. It was too obvious- because in school nothing can be kept on the DL. Gossip is how teens thrive. And her favorite, but yet to be confirmed piece of gossip- Asuma was Kurenai's baby daddy and she was secretly preggo. OH LORDY! If she could somehow weedle this out of her-. She could totally knock stupid Ino-pig down a pedestal.
Claiming a seat next to Itachi, she sat anxiously wondering what hell task for the day would be. If it was baking a cake she would probably only further prove what Itachi said. The last cake she made blew up. It BLEW UP! How the fuck does that even happen?
Sakura look up just as Kurenai was about to address them.
"Welcome to my class Sakura. I know you must be nervous, but don't be. I think you will find this to be one of your favorites. Especially since we are about to start my favorite surprise lesson. PARENTING! You and the person you are sitting next to now will be the parent of an adorable flour baby for the twelve days! Isn't that exciting?"
Sakura felt herself grow paler and paler. She was going to pass out, or throw up, or die. Or maybe even all three.
Favorite class she said? NO WAY IN HELL!
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THE END I AM SO SORRY TIS LATE! NO PROMISES ON THE NEXT CHAPTER BEING DONE NEXT WEEK, Hopefully soon though! LOVING YOU ALL FRO SOMEWHERE ON THE SEA!
A.R.R. Pirate