I don't own Naruto : Sorry for the any randomness in this story. The beginning will be more humorous and random while the ending will have more fluff and romance stuff. I just wanted to point out that I'm going to try and make fun of something I hate in every chapter ;P For example, Ronald Mcdonald, Telemarketers and Speedos. The three greatest evils in this world. –shiver- xDD So anyways, please read and review if you wish. Good reviews help inspire, you know –nudge-
While Tenten was busy dealing with Neji and Lee, Sakura roamed the halls looking for a certain someone. She had thought about it all last night. If she was going to pick someone to seduce and give her her first kiss, it was going to be Sasuke. In her mind she had several logical reasons behind the choice. One, he was hot. Two, he wasn't taken. Three, it was between him, Lee, and Gaara. It was a mystery how someone as sexy as Sasuke was available when someone as lazy as Shikamaru wasn't, but it wasn't her place to question fate. There was only one problem…one which could be described in a handful of words such as 'emo, antisocial, and angsty'. How the hell was she going to get through to someone like that without involving blackmail or threats?
"If Tenten can go after Neji, then I can definitely get Sasuke. Neji is just as cold as Sasuke. Yes. I can totally do this," she reassured herself under her breath. She scouted the halls for the blue boy with the cockatoo hairstyle, but he was nowhere to be seen. Glancing at the clock, Sakura realized class was going to start in two minutes. She quickly made her way to Iruka's classroom.
"Dammit," she swore, entering the class and taking her seat, "Sasuke wasn't in the halls. And I only have one class with him". Sliding back into her chair, she waited as the minutes dragged on. Sakura could hope that she would make some progress in that class.
Like Sakura, Tenten also had only one class with her guy. It was something she both looked forward to and dreaded. Of course the good part was Neji's presence, but it also happened to be the most brutal and un-enjoyable class ever. That class had a name, and its name was 'Gym'.
Tenten didn't hate the class because she couldn't do it. Oh no, her reasoning went much deeper than that. Half her grade was just dressing out. And honestly, what blonde-haired preppy pants couldn't do that? The other half was participation and effort- two words shoved on them in their first ever year of school. Acing it was easy. Enduring it, not so much.
From the very moment she stepped foot in the locker room, Tenten was bombarded with insults about how ugly her body was. She herself had never really cared if she didn't have a Vogue figure, but apparently that's all the girls she took the class with cared about. That and Hyuuga Neji. After surviving a change of clothes, when the guys and girls met to start the class a mob formed with the prodigy in the center. Every girl desperately tried to get his attention. Some even went so far as to comb through his hair, finger his abs and try to kiss his face (but Neji was far too tall for that). Tenten was left standing awkwardly near the bleachers. And this happened. Every. Single. Day.
Today was different, though. Tenten decided to do something besides the necessary and talk to the Hyuuga. She realized she had absolutely no chance getting at him through the mob, so instead she waited patiently by the door to the boy's locker room at the end of class, leaning against the wall. She closed her eyes for a moment, realizing she probably appeared bi-polar. Her Neji encounters had a pattern- nice, bitchy, nice, bitchy. Totally bi-polar. She winced.
"Having a bad dream there?" a voice asked. Tenten knew who it was before opening her eyes. The Hyuuga stood before her, shirt off and chest glistening with sweat (oh god, glistening?! She thought). He had a somewhat smug look on his face. She tried to avoid staring at his perfectly muscled body and looked him straight in the eye.
"Okay, Hyuuga. I'm giving this one last shot. So no wise cracks please?" He opened his mouth but she continued speaking in fear of having another moody moment. "I'm sorry for last night, and this morning. I wasn't looking where I was going. And I had no right to say such…er…inappropriate things about you and doing things with the spirit gods of this school. So, uhm, sorry for everything".
Tenten gazed at her feet, blushing slightly. She had always believed in morals and manners but had never apologized, or attempted to apologize, so much to one person. It made her feel awkward. The prodigy stayed silent, furthering the awkwardness of the situation.
"So, er…I'm going to go and change and stuff. Glad I got that off my chest. Later, Barbie," she said, giving him a small wave and rushing off. She would have succeeded, too, if something hadn't grabbed her wrist and snapped her back like a rubber band.
Sakura was having little to no success getting Sasuke's attention. She stared at him the whole time during class and even got up to sharpen her pencil over ten times (until her sensei pointed out that her pencil was a little over an inch long now and needed no further abuse). Every time she walked past him she flipped her hair, winked at him, or waved flirtatiously. Despite her attempts Sasuke never acknowledged her. Sakura pouted on her desk, cheek resting against her palm as she looked out the window.
"Could be gay," she muttered angrily, tapping her eraser against the desk. The girl next to her gave her a funny look but said nothing.
"Alright class! I'm assigning a project today. Now before you start passing notes and deciding partners, I'll relieve you from that responsibility by informing you I've already done it. The project is simple and I'm sure you've heard of it from your friends and siblings. But, this is one of the most important grades this semester in this Health class. You must take care of this box of cereal for two weeks. You cannot just shove it in you room and leave it there, dump it on your partner, and most importantly don't eat it," their brown-haired sensei gave a sharp look in Chouji's direction (who immediately hid his chip bag and blushed), then continued, "you must treat the cereal like it's your own child. Do not neglect it or abuse it in any way. To make sure that you complete this project properly, I will require that you provide both a journal with daily descriptions of the activities completed with your child as well as three examples of photographic evidence. I have a way of knowing if you replaced your cereal. Do not cheat," he dragged on about the do's and don'ts' of the assignment, then picked up a large list and started reading aloud the pairings. There were many groans and cheers within the subsequent ten minutes.
"Haruno Sakura and Uchiha Sasuke," their sensei read. Sakura was already out of her seat, bounding forward excitedly to claim her cereal. Sasuke stayed in his seat with an emotionless expression (how unexpected –sarcasm-).
"Any questions?" the man finally asked, setting down all papers in his grasp. A timid hand shot up.
"Er…why do we have cereal? Isn't it usually flour sacks or eggs or baby dolls?" Their sensei shot the boy a rather nasty glare. Scared, he retreated low into his seat and whimpered. They all heard the teacher mumble something about 'cheap ass higher-ups' and 'budget cuts'. Everyone sweatdropped.
Sakura realized that she hadn't even read the brand of her cereal box yet. She was too focused on her partner. Apparently everyone else was too because suddenly the room was filled with rather unoriginal declarations of 'I'm cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs!' and 'Frosted Flakes! They're Grrrrrrreat!'. Reading her box's name, her jaw dropped.
"What the hell? Raisin Bran? That's like…old people cereal dammit! How am I supposed to love a cereal that gives me mental pictures of wrinkles and liver spots?" she whined, mostly to herself. However, Sasuke had finally taken up the job of communicating with his partner and walked over to her.
"So. Who get's the box first?" he asked gruffly, surprising Sakura who was staring at her box as if it would burn if she just did it hard enough.
"I…er…uhm…don't…care?" she squeaked. She was even more surprised when the right side of Sasuke's (rather gorgeous) lips pulled upwards in an amused smile.
"Do you always have the brain capacity of Dora the Explorer?" Sasuke asked, reaching out for the box. Sakura gave it to him silently. She was rather stunned that he had insulted her like that.
"We have to name it, I think," she pointed out quietly. He somehow managed to hear her and looked up at the ceiling in thought.
"How about Sasuka? I just want to keep this simple. Combining our names is the logical way to come up for a name for a child of ours," he said, pushing the box back towards her. Sakura was blushing from the thought of having a child with Sasuke.
"Come over to my apartment today. We need to work up a time chart or something". Just then the bell rang, and as if he had been anticipating it, Sasuke grabbed his things and glided out the door a few seconds later.
"Oh my god. I'm going to Sasuke's house," Sakura breathed, holding her chest like she was having a heart attack. So many thoughts ran through her mind (some rather perverted) that she stayed glued to her seat, unable to move. If it wasn't for a gentle prod from her sensei, she would've been late to her next class.
"Hell yes," she finally whispered.
So erhm. Yea. TBC. 8) Hopefully more fluffy stuff in the next chapter. Yay fluff. Review please :DD They make me feel fuzzy inside, like fluff!! And no insults to Dora the Explorer fans. She rocks. (However, Raisin Bran doesn't)