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Hmm Ok I shall update once again. You know you got like 3 updates now in one week?! Lucky little readers :. Thank Darkens once more! She helped me with the lemon and saved you all from my horrible writing!
The digital alarm clock near the bed on the dresser blinked 5:57 am. Sakura woke up early and thought that it would be better if she left than wait for something bad to happen. The softball player knew it would be extremely awkward for Hinata to explain about her staying over...on a school night. Sakura fixed the sheets over the smaller girl's form and placed a soft kiss on her pale forehead. A small stain caught her eye as she stood to leave, and her mind struggled to remember the heated activities of the previous night, the abruptness of it all leaving her without many memories.
"Bye Hinata." Sakura whispered to the sleeping girl, tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear before she left the room. Once out of the room, the pinkette was greeted with the relaxed aura of the long dark hallways. The lack of servants bustling about made the large house much more comfortable to the athlete. Sakura tugged at her memory as she tried to make her way through the mansion and into the cool morning air. The staircase they had ascended several hours previously came into view and she placed her hand on the smooth railing once more. She descended the stairs and walked down the hall, her silent footsteps echoing throughout the ghostly quiet household. The large front door loomed over her as if daring her to sneak out in such a manner. With a silent breath, she placed her hand on the heavy crystal doorknob and opened the heavy wooden barrier to greet the chill morning air, a light snow already beginning to cover the ground.
"Shit..." Sakura cursed under her breath and rubbed her goose bump covered arms, her coat forgotten in the young Hyuuga's room. She did not consider entering the vast mansion to retrieve it, however. She would rather be cold than caught. Her bleached green eyes scanned over the dull Hyuuga main manor once more. Something about the place seemed more welcoming to her than her own house for some reason though. Sakura shook her head softly before trudging along off the property and onto the main road. She knew the reason why she liked it better than her house; there was someone there that cared for her and it was a place where she wouldn't be judged for being gay. The soft snow that fell from the sky cascaded down lightly around her as she turned toward her home, her problems still awaiting her.
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Sakura took off her shoes at the door after looking around to make sure that she wasn't going to be bugged. She slowly made her way up the stair case; her hand ran along the cold railing. The long hallway at the apex seemed overly daunting as she crept slowly toward her bedroom. The pinkette hesitantly opened her door afraid that her mother might be sleeping in her bed, waiting for her to come back. She looked around and let out a breath thankfully her mother wasn't in the premises. She flicked on her light out of habit and walked lazily over to her bed where she collapsed. The soft blankets were calling her to sleep, but her mind was still plagued with endless thoughts.
' That's just perfect Sakura! You just had sex with your friend! And she probably only did it because she felt pity for you! What will your parents say?' Inner Sakura ranted.
"I won't tell them anything..." Sakura mumbled into the sheets, the girl had almost drifted off to sleep, but her inner self wasn't finished.
'What happened to Ino?'
The pink haired girl slowly looked up from the sheets to a photo on her bed stand. A blond was grinning flirtatiously at the camera while Sakura's arm wrapped around her shoulders possessively. It was the only photo of the two girls, and for that reason Sakura cherished it. She crawled across her bed to grab the photo and caressed the image of the blonde. Sure she liked Hinata but Ino was something different, she was...Ino. Ino never seemed to have a problem in the world and always lived in the moment. She was every boy's wet dream and every girl's fantasy. For Sakura, it was her smile. Just looking at it seemed to clear the pinkette's soul of any bitter problems that might be plaguing her.
"Ino..." Sakura whispered silently into the empty room. There was a small knock on the slightly ajar door and Sakura jerked. The picture frame went sailing to the floor, the glass shattering upon impact. Sakura panicked and rushed to retrieve the fragile picture from the ruined frame, the small shards of glass becoming embedded in her hand in the process. She shot up and placed the picture under her pillow before she felt the stinging of the glass in her flesh.
"Sakura, may I come in?" Her father's voice asked from the doorway. Sakura looked over with hurt eyes before nodding slowly. Her father hesitantly walked over to her side and sat down. His countenance portrayed exhaustion, and Sakura assumed he had been up all night. He stared at the poster of the model on her wall and, lightly smiled. Sakura started trying to take all the glass pieces out of her hands to keep her from breaking in front of her father. It was a code of honor in the Haruno clan, to never cry in front of the highest respected people, and after her outburst the previous night, she wasn't about to dishonor herself again. The pinkette winced as she grabbed a shard piece out watched as the blood dripped onto her carpet staining it.
"I am sorry for what happened." Her father said in a loving tone before pulling Sakura into his embrace. Sakura just let him hug her, she was too busy trying not to sob; it was a touchy topic that she didn't want to talk about right now.
"I will never judge you for who or what you want to be Sakura. But the clan doesn't know what to think and thought that if you were straight, it would make everything easier." Himoto whispered. Sakura just breathed slowly and absorbed all that her father was explaining. "It's too complicated for them. Who's going to be married to the heir of the Haruno clan? How will kids be produced? Will they have Haruno genes? And all that other stuff that shouldn't be left up to them. Those are your decisions, Dear, and yours only." Himoto laid a gentle kiss on his daughter's forehead.
Sakura shook lightly as she tried to contain the ocean of emotions that had begun to well up inside her.
"I don't know what to do Dad." Himoto's daughter squeaked. His arms remained around her smaller form as he slowly rocked her like a young child.
"What do you think is right?" He asked in a delicate tone, Sakura shivered a little, suppressing a sob.
"I'm happier with who I am right now. But apparently if I keep this up, I won't be living under a roof." Sakura laughed bitterly. "It's either I use my own selfish reasons to be happy or I can make the whole clan happy by just...being straight."
"I don't think that is a selfish reason Sakura. You've contributed more to the clan than anyone has in the past few years. I think you've deserved your own happiness!" Himoto threw his hands around looking quite immature. Sakura giggled at her father's actions while he scratched the back of his head with a goofy smile. If his hair was lighter and emerald green eyes more of a sapphire, you would think it was a long haired Naruto smiling.
"Well... I'm not sure still." Sakura said her grin faltering slowly. The red haired man looked at her with a cheeky smile before kissing her forehead once more and getting up. Sakura completely forgot her hands were still embedded with glass. "I will get one of the maids to come in here and see what they can do for your hands. Okay?" He said as he made his way to the door. Sakura nodded in agreement, and waited until her father left before grabbing the picture of Ino and her. Her eyes became more distant when looking at Ino's face. The beautiful blonde's eyes were mesmerizing, and wished she could see that face soon. She half-mindedly looked at the clock to see it was 7:18am and remembered painfully that it was a school day. The athlete looked herself over and noted her appearance wasn't exactly school appropriate. A large hickey and cut up hands would be sure to raise a few eyebrows.
"Sakura let me look at your cut please." The maid came in quietly and Sakura didn't protest the treatment of her minor wounds. The precious picture remained near her, it's image continuing to hold her gaze
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"Ah Sakura! What happened to your hands?" Tenten gasped as she held Sakura's bandaged hands softly while looking up at Sakura with a questioning look.
"I was playing with my little cousins and accidentally broke a picture frame. It was a pretty important picture and I tried to pick it up fast but ended up cutting myself pretty damn good." Sakura said sheepishly, and Tenten giggled cutely. Sakura grinned a little when her lie was not noticed. After a few minutes of chatting, Tenten headed off to their first period class. The green eyed girl was about to go too until she noticed a certain dark haired girl walking up to her shyly.
"Hinata...How are you?" Sakura stated with a nervous grin. The Hyuuga didn't make eye contact as she handed over the black Haruno coat. "Hinata?"
"I am sorry Sakura. Just confused." Hinata said smiling a little, as she forced herself to look into the other girl's eyes. Sakura smiled and looked around the now empty halls before she leaned down to kiss the Hyuuga. She then touched...air?
The pink haired girl looked up to see Hinata backing away from her. "Uh something's up isn't it?"
Hinata traced small circles onto the floor with her foot, slowly gathering courage. "I don't think we...er... should hang out as much, Sakura." Hinata said softly, the love mark on her neck showing ever so lightly. Sakura winced and gazed at the girl with hurt eyes.
"I-I don't know what I was thinking last night...I was too caught up in the moment I guess." Hinata continued shyly. Sakura looked at her with an indescribable glance before walking away. The Hyuuga remained in place for a short moment before turning around and walking down the abandoned halls. Never in her life did Sakura feel so... embarrassed? Sakura brushed it off though, the Hyuuga was right. Last night events were only a spur of the moment and Hinata wasn't the one she cared about enough to be entirely devastated. The pink haired girl stopped in her tracks to her first period class, she clenched something from inside her pants pocket and slowly pulled it out. She studied the beautiful blonde in the small photo, and a slight smile made its way to her face.
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Hmmm things are getting little intenser neh? Hopefully this story is turn out good,please review! It will help me update faster and be productive too. You know I don't have a big ego so...Boost it and you will get more chapters, kapeesh? lol well yeah review please!