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Hi! A few notes on this story, my newest venture. It will be short, no longer than 10-20k words and is more for fun than anything. For all of you reading WCBS, The Only Thing I Know, or To End an Era, I haven't been able to work on them because of wrist surgery and the update schedule goes: The Only Thing I Know (earliest Tuesday), WCBS (earliest Friday) and To End an Era (no later than next Saturday.)
Note One: Sasuke seems out of character because I'm making it so that he has had a much better home life in this AU. Fugaku is still terrifying, but he's not a major asshole. Sasuke does not have as bad of a big-brother complex here, either.
Note Two: This story will be bipolar. Sometimes it will be light-hearted and an attempt at humor and other times it will be dark and bastard-ish.
Note Three and THE MOST IMPORTANT: This fic is inspired by people on Fanfiction who make commonly known mistakes when writing. Every chapter is a grammar class covering common mistakes people make on Fanfiction. However, while I hope you pay attention to the 'lessons', this is also a tentative romance between Sakura and Madara, although this is not in the "Romance" genre. While it's meant to be educational, I'm disguising my lessons in an actual story. So even if your English is perfect, you can still enjoy it!
I hope you all like this first chapter!
English Class 1-C
Haruno Sakura was not impressed by her homeroom teacher in the final year of her high school education. Hatake Kakashi was a relatively young teacher who she admitted was rather…strange. The scarf that covered the majority of his lower face and the eye patch and scar that suggested a rather nasty car accident were things that she felt she shouldn't judge him for, although she kind of did anyways since the rumor behind the scarf was that he had mysophobia—or rather, an irrationally extreme fear of germs. There was also fact that he read porn openly during homeroom and had a veritable mountain of American Playboy magazines hidden somewhere in his desk. This widely-sought after intel had been obtained by her best friend Uzumaki Naruto, who had discovered the stash during detention on the first day of class.
Even though the students who hadn't been in a homeroom class with Haruno Sakura, Uzumaki Naruto, and Uchiha Sasuke were surprised that it was possible for someone to get in trouble on the very first day of class, in the last year and most important year of high school at that, Sakura and Sasuke took this as run of the mill shenanigans for the blonde. Unfortunately, there was little Naruto could do to surprise either of them anymore.
Sakura frowned as she tapped her pencil in irritation on the edge of her desk while waiting for the next teacher to arrive. It was supposed to be their English teacher and while Sakura had always hated English, she supposed that Genma-sensei wasn't all that bad. He was also a rather odd character and rumored to be friends with Kakashi, which was not exactly shocking to her, but she was a little surprised that he taught English of all things.
"Sasuke-kun," she murmured discreetly from her desk in-between Naruto and Sasuke. "When's Genma-sensei going to be here? He's late."
Sasuke had been scrolling through his phone and Sakura noticed that he was a particularly white shade of pale by the time he closed his phone to answer her.
"Genma-sensei isn't coming," he said, audibly gulping. Sakura glanced at him strangely. Sasuke was white as a sheet and his pupils were dilated, although that was an observation only someone very close to him could notice because his eyes were already very dark.
"What do you mean, Genma-sensei isn't coming?" Naruto demanded. Then, his eyes lit up. "No pop quiz today then! I knew it was going to be a good day when I woke up this morning!"
Sasuke shook his head. "No, it's a nightmare, you idiot," he hissed.
Sakura raised an eyebrow. "Why is free study hour a nightmare?" she asked skeptically.
Almost frantically, Sasuke slid through several screens on his smart phone before coming to his text message screen. "This is a text message from Itachi," Sasuke explained as he held the phone for both Sakura and Naruto to see. Sakura raised both eyebrows now.
"Why is Itachi texting you all the way from America?" she asked.
"Just read it!" Sasuke was sweating.
From: Aniki
To: Me
Timestamp: 11:42am
Message Body: Uncle has been called to bring your English class up to speed. Chichi-ue is not happy that your class is failing so miserably. Have you been neglecting your studies, otouto?
Now, Naruto was pale. "Your dad is scary, Sasuke."
Sasuke shook his head. "No, Madara-sama is who's scary. He makes my dad look like a saint. He's a professor at Tokyo U and the fact that he's coming to teach here…" Beads of sweat had gathered at Sasuke's forehead. "This is going to be a disaster."
Sakura was unimpressed and rather excited. "What's so bad about getting special help with English? I know mine sucks and it's kind of a wonderful opportunity to get taught by a professor, you know."
Sasuke shook his head again, this time much more vehement than the last. "Madara-sensei is bad. Bad, bad, bad. Madara is a bastard and I mean that in the worst sense possible. This is not an opportunity. This is not cause for celebration. Abort mission. I repeat, abort mission."
"Sasuke-kun, you're being dramatic," Sakura snapped, pushing his phone away from her. "I'm sure he's strict or whatever, because he's related to you, but I can't see how getting taught by a Tokyo U professor is bad."
"He's not strict because he's related to me!" Sasuke argued angrily. "He's strict because-"
At that moment, the door to the classroom opened and in stepped a man of impressive stature. He had the signature Uchiha black hair and eyes, pale skin, and inherent beauty-gene, all of which Sakura noticed immediately. His hair was long and spikey, reaching to the middle of his back—which Sakura admitted was entirely unprofessional and also completely gorgeous—and his eyes shone with wisdom, intelligence, and…
Danger. Danger. Abort Mission. I repeat, ABORT MISSION.
She could see the wicked gleam in his eyes even from the third row to the front. This was a sadist at the very least—she could see it in his feral smirk as he eyed the naïve children looking at him with curiosity and a little awe.
"-he's a sociopath," Sasuke finished in a tiny whisper. "He hates people and adores them all at the same time." Conspiratorially, Sasuke leaned closer to whisper in Sakura's ear, "He's insane."
"Hello, class," he said in a deep baritone voice that Sakura, despite all the bad things Sasuke had said about Madara yet, could not help but find attractive. "Your other teacher is currently indisposed and I have been asked to be your substitute. Everybody stand."
There was a bit of hesitation at the odd command, students looking back and forth at each other in confusion, but eventually the entire class rose to their feet.
"Everyone will introduce themselves by last name only, include their strongest subject, and one thing about themselves that I should know."
There was irritated grumbling throughout the class. They had done this two weeks ago on the first day and it was annoying to go through it again. Sakura still didn't see what was so terrible about him; he actually seemed rather norma-
CRACK!
Everyone in the room jumped sky high as the sound of a gunshot rang through the room and the grumbling was immediately silenced. Luckily, instead of a gun it had actually been a textbook slamming on the teacher's desk at top-speed, but the effect had been the same. Madara smiled placidly at them, as though the collective class body hadn't just experienced mini heart-attacks, and motioned to the first student in the front row.
"Last name, strongest subject, interesting fact," Madara said to him.
"I-Inuzuka," Kiba stammered, still recovering from the sound. "My strongest class is…gym and my family breeds Tibetan mastiffs."
Madara nodded curtly, although his mouth twisted ever-so-slightly in disdain when Kiba mentioned that his best class was gym. "Next."
"H-H-Hyuuga," Hinata stuttered at a whisper, her voice barely audible. "My str-strongest c-class is E-Engli-"
"Speak up!" Madara snapped, and Hinata flinched. Sakura and Naruto scowled simultaneously.
"Jackass," Naruto muttered. Several students were ballsy enough to snicker. Hinata looked like she would burst into tears.
Unfortunately for Naruto, Madara had heard his unwise comment and raised his hand to stop Hinata from continuing. Hinata flinched again, averting her eyes to her desk, and Madara stalked towards the third row.
Most everyone in the third row had heard Naruto's comment, but as Madara's eyes scanned the row looking for the perpetrator, the humor of the situation rapidly vanished and the students could not make eye contact.
Madara finally spoke. "I don't play games with insubordinate students." He gestured to the third row in its entirety. "All of you, detention."
There were gasps of horror from everyone, Sakura's being the loudest. "You can't do that!" she said angrily. She was dutifully in denial about the fact that she had been one of the ones to snicker and had fully agreed with Naruto's assessment.
"Three days' detention for you," Madara shot back. "Name?"
"Haruno," Sakura replied through grit teeth. She fought back tears. She'd never had detention in her life.
Madara nodded after committing the name to memory and then returned to Hinata. Silence ensued now that they knew this man was not someone they could sass. Genma was quite lenient and open to opinions, but Madara-sensei was certainly…not.
The rest of the introductions went well up until it was Naruto's turn. "Uzumaki. My strongest class is Creative Writing and my favorite food is ramen."
Madara said nothing in response and turned to Sakura. Still angry from her unfair sentencing, Sakura couldn't restrain the irritation in her voice. "Haruno. Science. Doctor."
Madara raised an eyebrow and Sakura stared back at him challengingly. "Care to clarify, Haruno?" he asked. His voice was smooth, but he was daring her to defy him.
Sakura stared back belligerently. "No."
"One week detention. Try again."
Fighting her tears, she said, "No." This man was a bully! She wasn't going to bow to him!
"Two weeks' detention. Last chance, Haruno."
"No." If she was going to go down, she would go down fighting.
"One month detention and I'll see you in my office after school. You are also dismissed from my class for the day."
Eyes stinging with tears of indignation, Sakura grabbed her books with a little too much force and began to stomp out of the room. Naruto was looking at her with undisguised pride at her ability to stand up to their asshole substitute teacher, but Sasuke was looking at her with careful, guarded pity. Sakura shrugged at him.
"My, my, if it isn't Sasuke-kun," Madara said as he advanced forward in the row. "No need to introduce yourself. I already know plenty about you from your father."
The silence following the statement was particularly unfriendly and Sakura was only too happy to excuse herself from the class.
How much did it suck that her teacher was the most gorgeous man she'd ever seen in her life and the biggest asshole she'd ever met all in one pretty package?
This is technically the prologue, so no lesson today. How did I do? Do you want this story to continue? Any lessons you hope that I will include in this story? I'm taking requests for every chapter!