Note: I am getting addicted to writing drama stories! Next thing you know, I'm going to end up being a writer on a soap opera. :P Oh well. People like this story! And I love this story too, so I'm continuing.
And I haven't realized that SasuSaku hasn't been showing up. I'll fix that... (cracks knuckles and pushes aside homework)
But before we do, here comes a big shout-out to Teiana! Why? Well, you see, Teiana's comment that "it" would in fact be too much for Temari proves that they read my footnotes/author's note, the way everyone should!
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"And who are you?" Temari asked coldly.
"Doesn't matter," I shrugged. Ino stared at me, her mouth hanging open.
"How did you...?" she mouthed at me.
"Shikamaru," I mouthed back. Ino nodded knowingly.
"So why'd you show up?" she asked, nonchalantly leaning against the railing. Apparently my pink hair, large forehead, and the fact that I hadn't been invited to this party proved that I was nothing worth worrying about.
I hesitated. Why was I here? Ino had been nothing but rude to me. Sure, she admired me, kinda, but there were other ways to show that.
I raised my eyebrows at Temari. "Because I'm the only one who's allowed to fight with Ino." I inwardly cursed myself. Why did I sound so stupid? If I was in a movie right now, this would be the time that the dramatic battle music screeched to a halt.
Ino stopped staring at me strangely and instead snorted.
"I see," Temari said coolly. "But what are you going to do about it?" As if to prove the fact that she didn't care about me, she threw another shuriken at Ino. Luckily, she was able to duck, so it only sliced off a few strands of hair.
I rolled my eyes. "Has constant fighting made you brainless?" Temari raised one eyebrow, as if she was instructing me to go on. I sighed. "You really should be able to figure this one out for yourself."
Temari sneered. "Then let the fight begin!" She grabbed a stray shuriken and hurled it in my direction.
"Ack!" I jumped out of the way. Temari laughed. "Don't get too cocky, Temari." I picked up a few of my own shuriken and hurled them in her direction. Temari grabbed a stray plate off the balcony's table and held it in front of her face.
"What, have you never heard of blocking?" she asked, staring at me like I was two years old. Then she chucked the plate at me. I winced as it hit the wall above my head and shattered. Bits of porcelain bounced onto my head. I held back tears. "If that did you in, you're pathetic," Temari laughed. I tried to think of a plan, some sort of plan that would work. I decided to grab the tablecloth off the table and hide under it, and when Temari approached, I would throw all of my remaining weapons. It was perfect.
I looked over Temari's shoulder. "Hey, Shikamaru!" I shouted. Shikamaru wasn't there, naturally, but it gave me enough time to grab the tablecloth and hide.
I heard footsteps and knew Temari was back. "Nice try, Sakura, but I'm not going to leave that fast. Shikamaru wasn't even—" I heard her stop near my tablecloth. "Nice try, Sakura. Where are you really hiding?" I readied my weapons, ready to ambush her from behind. I heard the clinking of shuriken. I winced. Had she decided to destroy Ino first? I opened up one corner of the tablecloth.
"Since this is obviously a Shadow Clone, or a Substitution, I'll just rid myself of it, if it means you coming out." My breath caught in my throat. "Well, come out, come out, wherever you are!"
I was suddenly frozen, unable to move because of the excruciating pain shooting through my side. I glanced over and saw a kunai that had gone through the tablecloth and into my side. Tears started falling freely now, and I couldn't wipe them away from eyes because of the pain that churned through my body with every slight movement.
"What are you waiting for?" Temari asked, looking around. "Whatever. I guess I have to open this stupid tablecloth." She threw the tablecloth off of me and stared. "Wow. I should've remembered you're new here." She laughed when she saw the kunai sticking out of my side. "Did you honestly think you could defeat me with a cheap trick like that?" She ripped the tablecloth away from the kunai, and pain shot through my body. "Rule number one—see through deception." She tossed the tablecloth off the balcony. "Well, I'd like to say it was a good battle. I could just leave you here and you'd die on your own."
I gasped for air as Temari laughed and pressed her foot harder on my chest. "I expected much more from you," she said disapprovingly. "I thought you'd actually put up a decent fight. Ah, well. It makes it all the easier for myself." She picked up the shuriken and aimed it at my neck. "This is going to make it easier on me."
I looked around. Maybe Ino was better and could help. Wait...where was Ino?
I started boiling. I saved her ass from Temari. She could have at least stayed to offer support if needed.
"Well, Sakura, it sure was nice having you at this school. Much better than Riza."
I groaned, ignoring the throbbing of my side. "Okay, who is this Riza girl?"
"Talking won't save you now, Sakura," Temari chuckled. "Anyway, we'll sure miss you until a new girl comes along." She picked up a kunai and aimed it at my neck in addition to the shuriken. "Say goodbye!"
Goodbye, cruel world, I thought bitterly. I'll miss you all very much. It was nice while it lasted, anyway. I suppose this is the end. Wait...why isn't she killing me?
Blurs of silver shot past me, faster than I could say "what the hell is this?". I looked up to see several kunai sticking out of Temari's skirt, pinning her to the wall.
"What the—who—how did you find us?" she sputtered. I glanced up nervously.
Sasuke stood above me, glaring coldly at Temari. I froze up. Could it be? Sasuke was coming to my rescue? This was like a fairy tale brought to life! I imagined Sasuke in a shining suit of armor, charging across the land on an elegant horse while brandishing a glowing sword. He looked very handsome in his armor.
"You weren't exactly invisible," he muttered. Temari looked stricken. "Don't worry; it's not like anyone cared." I stared up at him in rapture. "Sakura." I snapped out of my daze.
"Hmm?"
"Are you all right?" I breathlessly nodded. "Go inside. I'll handle it from here." I nodded wordlessly and walked in, plopping onto Kiba's couch. What made Sasuke wish to save me? Was his dinner drugged? If so, where can I get some of that?
"Sakura, when did you get here?" Naruto asked, interrupting my daydreaming. He looked me up and down, wincing at the bloodstains on my already too-casual outfit.
"Long story," I sighed. When Naruto turned away to talk to Hinata, I immediately stared at the balcony. I couldn't see much, just shadows of people fighting. I watched the two people. The one with the semi-long hair had to be Temari, and the one with somewhat short hair (who had the upper hand) had to be Sasuke. I watched as Sasuke effortlessly stabbed at Temari with kunai. Finally, the moment I had been waiting for. Temari fell to the ground.
"Yes!" I wanted to cry. "He did it!" Instead, I rushed out to congratulate Sasuke on his victory.
"Congratula—" I stopped dead in my tracks. Sasuke wasn't winning, unless the new definition of winning was "lying on the ground". I rushed to his side and anxiously pressed my fingers into his wrist until I felt a pulse.
"Thanks," Temari said smoothly. She grabbed her small black bag and placed the blood-stained kunai and shuriken inside. "I must say, he put up quite a fight. Pretty impressive for a kid." She placed the bag on her shoulder and opened the door. "Well, I'm off to bed. Fighting actually takes up a lot of my energy." She yawned and waved at me. "Good night, Sakura."
I narrowed my eyes. "Don't you dare."
Temari raised her eyebrows. "What? Are you trying to threaten me?"
I sneered back. "Yeah, I think so." I reached into the wall and pulled out the shuriken Sasuke had thrown. "The fight's just begun."
Temari laughed. "Now that's what I like to hear!" She emptied out her bag and grabbed all of her kunai at once. "Hope you can keep up this time."
"Don't worry," I smirked. Luckily, during my time inside, I'd been able to pick up a few more "weapons"...
"Try this on for size!" Temari threw the kunai at me. I jumped out of the way, silently thanking my mother for forcing me to take ballet lessons.
"It's impolite to ask a woman's size," I replied, gripping the shuriken in my hand.
Temari rolled her eyes. "Hilarious. You know, Sakura, you're starting to show some Riza-like tendencies here. I really thi—" She stopped as the shuriken I threw flew towards her face at a debilitating speed. She ducked backwards. The shuriken grazed her forehead, drawing blood.
She put her hand to her forehead and looked alarmed at the blood covering her fingers. A few seconds earlier and I would've lopped her forehead clean off. I congratulated myself on successfully injuring Temari.
"That was impressive," Temari grunted. She shook her head to get the excess blood out of her face. "This is going to be fun." She grabbed more weapons.
I reached into the huge pockets of my black pants and felt for my secret weapons. As I felt them, I smiled to myself. Temari had no idea what was coming to her. I pulled one out and threw it with a quick jerk of my wrist.
"A plastic fork?" Temari scoffed. "How utterly ridic—" And that was when I hit her head-on with the flowerpot. Shino had no idea that I was using his flowerpot in a girl fight, but it was one hot weapon.
Temari gasped in pain as the flowerpot shattered upon impact, showering her with small, sharp bits. I brushed my matted bangs out of my eyes with a smile. My beginners' skills finally paid off. A real ninja would never use a flowerpot as a weapon. Never. It wasn't refined enough. Who fought with a pot, anyway? I did. Sakura Haruno, novice ninja!
"That wasn't bad," Temari gasped, standing up. Even an untrained person like me could tell that she was running out of steam. I jumped. I had plenty of energy left in me. This was going to be cake. Delicious cake, with thick frosting, and sprinkles.
"Thanks," I said coolly. Unfortunately, Temari was starting to catch on. My moves were very formulaic.
A: Sakura does something stupid.
B: Temari laughs and talks about how stupid Sakura is.
C: While Temari blathers, Sakura hits her with a secret move.
Temari was unlikely to launch into any more monologues, because she knew that I was waiting for her to let her guard down. She wasn't going to play right into my trap. If she did, there was obviously some deeper meaning behind it. I reached into my pocket and felt my unconventional weapons. I grabbed one and pulled it out, my fingers tightly wrapped around it. I felt my other weapons and smirked. I knew what to do.
"What's this?" Temari asked, sounding more amused than frightened. "A flower?"
I giggled. "No, unfortunately I couldn't find any. But I found this!" I threw the bag of potpourri at her. It burst open, engulfing us with its sweet smell. I shoved my hand over my nose and giggled again, watching Temari choke on the overly sweet scent. She then looked away from me and tried to wave the fumes away. I grabbed my last three weapons. Now was my chance.
I grabbed the weapons and hurled them as hard as I could in Temari's direction. They hit the wall directly above her.
"You missed," Temari coughed.
"That's what you'd think, huh?" I sneered. Temari narrowed her eyes and was started to comment back. That was when she was hit by the shower of glass shards. They mercilessly engulfed her, cleanly slicing anything they made contact with. Temari cried out as the pieces of three of Kiba and Shino's dinner glasses destroyed her. I leaned over, picked up Sasuke's body, and went inside.
"Buh-bye," I laughed, waving. "I think it's time for me to call it a night. Have fun with my little friends!" I closed the door and locked it with another wave of my fingers.
"Hey Sakura—whoa, what happened to him?" Kiba asked, pointing at Sasuke.
"Oh, he's just a little tired," I said smoothly. "I'll drop him off at his room, and then I'll probably hit the hay myself." I grinned.
Kiba smiled back. "Wow, Sakura. You're the nicest person in this whole school."
I had to put my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing.
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Note: Sorry that there was no romance here. But I think it came out pretty well. I love Sakura's little weapons. I would totally fight with someone else's flowerpot. She has a pretty good strategy, too. "Let them think you're an idiot, and then they underestimate you." It works for me whenever I play dodgeball, anyway.
I need to get more into the romance. Quick! To the romance novel-mobile!