Hello, I know I didn't update yesterday, But I am not guarantying any day to day chapters.
OH! Thank you anonymous reviewer. I appreciate your comments and thank you for informing me of the grammar and spelling mishaps. I will have them edited right away. This chapter was a little action-y in the end and had very little Sakura/sasuke interaction. That will be in the next chapter. Thank you for reading, I am very grateful.
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Sakura was amazed. She was sincerely amazed that her documentary idea was working so far. News of her and the camera seemed to spread like a wild fire. People had come up to her in bunches asking to be part of her project. It kept her swamped for the majority of her first school day. Apparently she was Ino's new best friend as well, just as long as she always had her bulky camera with her.
The blond girl had offered multiple times to buy her a new one ("I hope that camera doesn't make me look chubby. Chubby is only for short girls who have spunk to pull it off. I obviously have an elegant personality which would look bad with chubby." She continued on a rant of what personalities would clash with a body type) but Sakura always refused.
She had grown attached to the camera. She could be entertained by people's future actions before they even occurred without getting caught. Unfortunately, Sakura was easily amused and would frequently be found giggling behind the machinery which was why Ino happened to be the only girl who offered (more like demanded) to be friends or as she put it, "Besties!" before she linked her arm with Sakura and dragged her to the next class.
Honestly, Sakura assumed that Ino was oblivious to what others said. Maybe that was what attracted her blond friend's crowd of admirers, the large amount of confidence she carried in her stride.
It was still her first week and Sakura was sure she was gaining the system of things; keep to your hobby, habit, stereotype. People tended to become very confused when you showed a different personality than what they were used to. Sakura had previously tried to approach a Senior in gym class to ask where she could get her uniform (because asking the very crazy gym teacher who was wrapped in fishnets was going to be her last option). The girl, who wrapped her hair in buns, starred at her in confusion before giving a snap of her fingers, "Hey, you're camera girl! I can hardly recognize you without that dusty device."
The Senior introduced herself as Tenten and never seemed to answer her question before running off to the changing room leaving Sakura to stand awkwardly in the middle of a basketball court.
It was obvious that Sakura's momentary popularity had disappeared.
"At least she was nice." Sakura grumbled as she trudged to her next class, the camera was tightly tucked under her arm. She also learned to never approach any students who were surrounded by a group of friends without the company of Ino. The blond girl seemed to be her 'Get Out Of Jail Free' card since the other students seemed to judge Sakura a bit harsher than she wished. She wished for Ino's boldness and air of daring.
Sakura gave a sigh; she had always been the shy girl without a backbone who relied on her friends for protection from verbal attacks. But now she was miles away from her old town and friends. It was time to adapt.
Seating herself down, she spread out her notebooks across the desk. She was in art class. (A course that was mandatory for at least a year, though most students were allowed to take it in the year of their choosing which resulted in a class being a mixture of different grades.) It meant that she had to tap into her inner artist. She was sure there wasn't a creative bone in her body, Sakura tended to excel in science and math. Numbers were always her forte. It also meant that she had to share her desk with another.
She was without her self-proclaimed friend who left a few minutes ago to go to her business class. (Sakura had been shocked by this since the blond girl seemed like the kind of person to head for a modeling class instead of one with a textbook. But Ino had given her friend a smile and claimed that she wanted to run a flower shop instead and that: "…my flowers need me and that if I have to break a nail or two for them, then it will still be well worth it.")
Sakura hoped that she could have the desk space for herself. Making friends with new people did not seem to go well when she attempted it. The late bell gave a shill cry and Sakura let out a breath of relief.
The other students had filled up the remainder of the seats, leaving Sakura to her notebooks and camera which she positioned in the center of the desk. The teachers, unlike her history teacher, were always at their desks or by the board before the bell rang which led to very little chatter after the bell rang. There were the occasional whisperers in the back of the class, but silence seemed to dominate all.
The art instructor was a slender, wavy haired woman who had a hypnotizing stare. Sakura was instantly captivated. The teacher was currently leaning against the chalk board, "Hello, students. As you know I am a new teacher here this year. You may address me as Kurenai-sensei, not Sarutobi-sensei or Babe-sensei." The woman sighed, "I've had numerous nicknames from multiple male students and I do not appreciate any of them," she gave a sharp looks was given to the snickering students, "and please refrain from making any bets on who can get in my pants. That ordeal will not be repeated. I am an engaged woman and that should not encourage such immature antics."
Sakura bit her tongue from bursting into giggles. She was sure this teacher was going to be her favorite.
There was a hard knock on the door, a tall man with tinted spectacles stormed into the class tugging a recognizable blond haired student by his uniform collar. A few moments later, his companion, Sasuke, strode in behind them looking as casual as always.
"Naruto was skipping class again." The spectacled hair said in an aggravated tone to Kurenai. The female teacher gave Naruto a reprimanding look that made him shrink. Turning her head, she glanced at Sasuke who remained silent and glaring at the floor. "What about his friend?" she asked the red head.
Sakura noticed the glaring student's hands clenched at not being addressed. Maybe he had attention issues. She glanced through the video screen to see a teacher lecturing the students. It was boring and predictable. Sakura soon lost interest. She preferred comical events that would be brought to her beforehand. She sighed and leaned her head in her hand, tuning out the group of males at the front of the room and a teacher who was lecturing at least one of them.
Out of the corner of her eye, Sakura saw the camera screen freeze up a bit. She lightly tapped the top of the device, unsure of what else to do. The camera displayed the current events a couple minutes before the event as usual before the screen became static.
Sakura inwardly panicked. Why was this happening? Did she do something wrong? The camera seemed to not need film, but it also did not record anything as well so that wasn't the problem. After flicking it a couple times, she finally resulted in giving it a harsh bang against the table which caused the teacher to look in her direction. "Is there a problem over there…" the woman gave a quick glance at her desk, probably where the attendance list was, "…Haruno?"
Sakura felt her cheeks heat up as she fiercely shook her head, "No, ma'am. I apologize."
Kurenai gave a quick hum of dismissal from her attention before turning back to the students, "You do realize this means detention and…"
She was quickly droned out as Sakura focused on the camera. The screen showed a dark haired girl waiting by the northern staircase. She looked out of place, like she was waiting for someone. She acted nervous; tapping her foot and ringing her fingers, she glanced to the left quickly and then the blond haired student walked past before disappearing out of the camera's shot.
Sakura glanced up; it was the same boy who was being lectured. He had a wide grin on his face; it seemed to be annoying the spectacled man even more.
She turned back to the screen to see the girl reach out to the blond in an attempt to gain his attention, she looked…sad. Looking as if she was regretting her decision of making any gesture at all, but a group of boys ran past. One of the rowdy students knocked into the girl, throwing her off balance. Sakura froze, time even the quickly approaching future seemed to stand still as the girl tilted backwards, her arm still held out towards the boy and a look of fright on her face before she tumbled down the long stair case behind her.
Sakura starred at the event, though no sound came from the camera, she saw the senior girl from her gym class open her mouth for a scream. A male, with long hair and characteristics so similar to the girl's that he could have passed as her brother, was seen running down the stairs.
The camera screen froze once more before displaying a different scene showing two paramedics carry a stretcher up the stairs, the girl's neck was held in a neck brace. The camera showed a hand come across the lens before an angry face came onto the screen like the person was yelling at her.
"Hey, are you okay?" a voice sounded in her ear. Sakura jumped, obviously startled by the sudden pull back to the present. She glanced over to see the blond student practically in her face. Pushing her chair back by the heels of her feet, she looked at the boy before her. "You seem to be very shaky," Naruto continued, his stance was casual as if nothing major would happen to him. He nudged Sasuke with his elbow, "What do you think, bastard?"
The dark haired student glared at his friend, "I think you have to get a seat, idiot, before class is over." With that sad, he slid into the chair next to Sakura and leaned back in it.
Sakura was still shaken. When would this event happen? Where? From what she remembered the closest stairwell that resembled the one on the camera screen was a few hall ways and three floors from her current classroom.
She remembered the girl was on the top floor while Sakura's classroom was on the last level of the school building.
There was a crash next to her and she saw the blond boy storm off to search for an extra chair while a thick test book was on the floor. Sasuke turn to her, "I know you lied."
The words hardly processed in her head as she gathered her things. The event would take place after the bell rang; she gathered that much from the sudden flow of student from the previously empty halls. Was it this bell?
Thoughts flew in and out of her head. It was guilt. Guilt that she knew this event was going to occur but wasn't taking any action towards it.
Her conscience would haunt her if she left this happen. Sakura made a sudden movement to stand, her chair crashed to the floor behind her. She swung her bag over a shoulder and turned for the door, but a firm grip on her upper arm kept her from moving. "Hey, I'm talking to you." It was the dark haired boy. His teeth were clenched and he appeared to be holding back his anger by venting it into her arm. She was sure to have bruises.
"Didn't your mother tell you your face could stick like that?" her comment came quick and almost absentmindedly. But it shocked Sasuke into loosening his grip on her arm. Sakura yanked it away and dashed out of the room, her bag knocking into the doorframe on the way out.
The shouting of her name could be heard from her previous room, but she continued on. It was only when she reached the stairs that Sakura realized she was carrying the camera. She cursed under her breath at the extra weight; she could have gotten here faster if she had left her books in the class.
The shrill bell sounded from the speakers and classroom doors could be heard slamming open. It would happen soon, Sakura realized. She threw off her bag and camera and dashed up the stairs. In the back of her mind, she hoped nobody stole any of her things.
Her calves were burning by the second floor and her breathing came hard. She heard some students start to talk about her seemingly random display of athletics.
How am I even going to help her? There is nothing to cushion the girl's fall.
She was in the middle of the stairs when she heard the scream. It was just like on the camera, everything seemed to freeze. Sakura saw the girl's body lean backwards into the staircase.
And time sped up again, gravity was taking held and the girl had lifted her arms in an attempt to shield her head.
The camera never even showed if the future could be changed.
Then Sakura felt the breath get knocked out of her lungs and a sharp pain in her head. It seemed it become numb soon after. She felt dizzier than pain; as if someone had given her an overdose of cough medicine and the effects were starting to take hold. There was a pressure on her chest, but she couldn't find the strength to push it off.
I…feel tired…I think. Maybe…. sleep will help.
There was a constant mumble in her ears and she couldn't make out any words. She tilted her head to the side and saw two mounds of blur.
Are those…shoes? I need glasses…if my...vision is that bad…Ino will know…where to get them.
"Sakura! Sakura!"
Yes, that's my name. Don't wear it out.
Someone was holding her head straight so all she could see was the ceiling.
I did something…stupid again…right?
And then a blanket of darkness washed over her.
The future can be changed.
