Let me just say: This is nothing that you'll expect. In fact, this will be the first (or second I think, but one where I haven't thought of complete romance) fic of SasuSaku friendship that I've written. Romance-writing has gotten... tiresome, hehehe.
IT'S NOTHING LIKE PREDATOR AND PREY... though I love that story ;3
Story Number 4.
Title: Losing Grip
Summary: She broke his routine. He was different… or so she thought.
Author: CiiCiinREX.
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Who was his target?
Me, of course.
Who wouldn't target a pink-haired nerd that is picked on daily by the upperclassmen, and outcasted by all?
I was his prey. And I was afraid.
I tried to run.
But he only dragged me back to my prison.
He scared me.
But no one knew Uchiha Sasuke the way I did.
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This was a daily routine, when the seniors would make their way out just so that they can see their 'favorite punching-bag'. Zaku would be the one to decide when to come and beat her up while the others would follow his lead. She doubted he remembered which homework he assigned her to work on for him, seeing as he created any excuse to find her.
Shaken and frightened, she nodded and grabbed her pack, unzipping and shakily handing a set of neat papers to him. He snatched them without looking at them, and nearly crumpled two hours she spent making that essay.
He snickered and the seniors behind him jostled. The hurt girl winced when he sent a particularly sharp kick to her stomach and felt tears wallow in her eyes.
"Good, pet," He sneered and crouched to her level. "Keep this up and I just might let you off for a day." He left, but not without a sucker punch to the gut that left her breathless, with his posse.
Shivering, she clutched her large T-shirt and began collecting the papers that fell out my bag. The bell had already rang and when she was just about to be on time to pre-calculus, they stopped her.
She was sore everywhere, but mainly on her abdomen and back, where she had been landing on whilst thrown. Her arms were tingling from the sense of fear and danger that rushed out of nowhere and her heels were hurting in her shoes. The girl gulped when she felt the temperature drop at least ten degrees as she grabbed her glasses that were knocked off her own face.
It was suddenly so cold, then it turned hot like someone pierced a sizzling pole through her head. Swallowing rather loudly, she turned her head to meet the gaze of coal black eyes.
There he was, dressed in a torn black T-shirt and dark skinny jeans, in all his glory. An impassive mask lay on his face, but his gaze on her never wavered. Gulping, she turned away and gathered her scattered belongings and hoped he was staring at someone behind her. A few girls whispered under their breath in admiration of the boy as she zipped my bookbag shut. Hesitantly, the girl glanced back, only to see his eyes trailing over to her from across the hallway.
Scared out of the earlier experience and his reputation, she ran down the opposite direction.
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In Konoha High, no one outside
could see past the large, stone walls that encircled us.
No one noticed my pain or overwhelming fear from afar, or even as they passed me in the overcrowded hallways.
It had me wondering: one day, if I just decided to disappear, would anyone care?
Immediately, the answer was no.
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Flash!—
The pinkette had her back pressed against the wall, fear running through her system. Why hadn't she noticed that gym class had ended? Being a girl hiding in the boys' locker room was very dangerous, especially with ones who were in their adolescent stage and had their hormones running awry.
"Uchiha?" She heard a familiar voice holler in the room as the noisy boy jostled each other and snickered. Sakura realized that they could see her shoes under the curtain, and that they thought she was Sasuke based on her clothing.
It was that boy that hung around Zaku; Dosu. "This isn't your gym period!"
She opened her mouth, but shut it tightly in fear. 'What should I do?' She began to hyperventilate. 'What do I do?'
She could only wait in horror as footsteps made their way towards her and the curtain that hid her from the opposite gender was ripped open.
"U-Uchiha?" Dosu sputtered in shock.
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"You."
The pinkette jolted, looking around before hesitantly staring at Sasuke, almost as if she were confirming that he was calling out to her and not someone else. For some reason, this annoyed him. Who else was in the room besides them? Well, besides Kurenai since he practically hated her...
"Y-yes?" She mumbled softly in question.
He gestured her over with his finger. "Come."
The pinkette felt a fire build up in her a little when she thought how he was treating her similar to a dog, but quickly stamped it out. "E-eh..." She shakily stood and slowly made her way over to the side of his next, wrapping her hands together nervously.
The raven pushed the remainder of the muffin to her. "Eat."
"Wha?" Such an act was unusual to her, and she ended up declining it politely. "N-no, it's fine... I'm not hungry..."
Unfortunately, her stomach chose that moment to disagree with her. She flushed and hid her face as he stared up at her, amused. "Really..." He drawled.
Without warning, he grabbed her hand. Sakura gulped, nothing how his large yet strangely feminine hand wrapped around her thin wrist easily. His palms were tough, probably from catching punches here and there when he wasn't dodging them. He ignored her immediate flinch and placed the muffin in her hand. "Take it."
Blinking, she brought the food to her face and scrutinized it, noting how the top part was cut off cleanly. She swallowed and bowed, "Thank you..."
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"You…" She flinched in surprise at his sudden laugh, awed at the way his happiness bubbled out with tears prickling at the edges of his eyes. "You're so weird!"
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'A nerd and an outcast and popular, huh? …How cliché.'
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—OWARI.
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Yeah, I already wrote about four chapters for this one, so I took out real snippets instead of thinking up of the scenarios and writing them down on the spot.
Right now, I can't think straight, so I'm just gonna end this saying that the next time I'm writing, I'm writing for Never-Ending Radiance…
~CiiCiinREX.