A/N: Just read!
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Enter The B o a r, The S u n, and The M o o n
Glancing down, I find the balled up wad of paper directly in front of my feet and bend down on my knees to pick it up. Rising back up I stare at the offending object with a hint of annoyance then at the boy who had thrown it a few seconds earlier. Lifting one delicate eyebrow at him, he slowly takes his seat while sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.
"Sorry! That, er, kinda wasn't meant for-"
"Me?" I interrupt him with a small smirk of amusement to which he blushes prettily to.
'Who knew boys could blush prettily?' Inner Sakura comments giggling to which I could only answer with an, 'It's actually kind of adorable.'
Turning my head around to look at my supposed teacher, Mr. Hatake—Kakashi—who was too young looking and too good looking to even be considered a teacher, I find his lone eye crinkled again at the corners.
'Geez, this man sure loves to smile a lot. But who cares! He's hot!' Inner Sakura chides in.
"Hated much?" I ask Kakashi a small smile ever present on my lips. A second later his eye opens to reveal steely gray and I could easily tell this particular event has occurred quite a lot.
"Hm, nope, not really. Everybody loves me." Behind me I hear snickers and giggles erupt from the boys and girls in the class but Kakashi continues. "But Naruto here especially loves me if you know what I mean." The snickering and giggling in the room escalates to all out boisterous laughter, and I turn to find the same blond haired boy sunken into his seat behind his desk, his nose and up the only visible parts. The blush on his bronze cheeks seemed to have intensified ten-fold and he was muttering things like, "That's bullshit," or "Hell no I do not love Kakashi like that," and my favorite, "Kakashi you asshole, I'm gonna kill you!" Small giggles escape past my own lips and I begin to think this school year might not be so frightening after all.
After a few seconds of more laughter to which Naruto only sunk further into his seat, Kakashi finally reigned in his class to a quiet murmur and then the dreaded time where he would introduce me seemed all too near.
"Now that everyone's been energized thanks to Naruto's little stunt, Naruto you have detention after school by the way," everyone started laughing again at this and Naruto reacted by crossing his arms and looking out the window with a pout, "I'd like to formally introduce you to Konoha High's new transfer student, Ms. Sakura Haruno." The laughter died down again to hushed murmurs and all stares were directed towards me. Even Naruto who had been, only seconds ago, glaring out the window now zeroed his bright and excited eyes—which were a sparkling cerulean blue—on my slightly shaking form.
'Why the hell are you quivering like a mouse caught in a trap!' Inner Sakura barked annoyed. 'You're not a small sniveling child anymore who cries at every little thing. You're Sakura Haruno, a fine, independent young woman who doesn't take lightly to mistreatment!'
I fight the blush threatening to appear on my cheeks and force the nervousness in my chest and body out of my system, my shaking also stops and I begin my introduction. Clearing my throat and putting on my most charming smile, I finally reveal my identity to this new world. "Hello. I'm Sakura and it's nice to meet you." As it turns out, this new world wouldn't be so frightening after all.
You know how when a comedian fails at being funny and everyone he was supposed to humor give him blank stares instead? That's what it was like right now except for two differences: one, the boys were checking me out; and two, the girls were sending me those kinds of stares. In my head I could see Inner Sakura with one hand on her hip and an arrogant smile decorating her lips. Thankfully though, Kakashi was kind enough to spare me from embarrassment and awkward silence by breaking the ice.
"Hmm, so Sakura, what are your likes, dislikes, and dreams?" He drawled out lazily. I was starting to get a feel of what Kakashi's personality was like. He was calm and cool and totally relaxed, as if nothing in the world could bother him.
"Well," I start off, placing a finger on my chin and averting my eyes towards the ceiling in the famous girl thinking pose, "I love to play sports, but my two favorite ones, and the ones I played at my other school, are volleyball and field hockey." Most of the boys in the room had their eyebrows raised, their eyes bright with wonder. After all, it wasn't all the time that a girl confessed she wasn't at all a girly girl and instead devoted her effort into rough competition.
However, one boy stood out from the rest of the male population because his reaction and expression were different than the others. Instead of raised eyebrows he had one elegant eyebrow raised and his eyes were like black masks, hiding what was lurking underneath. The entire lower half of his face was hidden behind folded hands which were propped up by his elbows on the table. I wasn't able to really describe him because Kakashi egged me on to continue my list of likes and dislikes and then my dreams.
I told the class what I liked which entailed everything from adventures to cars to beaches to the norm for girls meaning boys. I also explained the things I disliked which included everything from jerks to premarital sex—where I added in, just to get a kick out of it, that I was definitely still a virgin—to drinking to drugs to smoking and then to assholes. My profile earned me envious and detestable expressions from some of the girls and impressed expressions from most of the boys except the one boy who was just staring coolly the entire time. Except this time, there was some kind of glint in his eye and I suddenly became nervous because I couldn't identify where the glint came from; it was mischievous to say the least.
'That guy seems kinda mysterious and naughty. I like it! Ooh I bet he's a major hottie!' Inner Sakura squealed like an actual fan girl at her own statement causing me to internally wince.
'Remember don't judge a book by its cover.' I reminded her calmly. I didn't want her overreacting over every guy we'd encounter. Otherwise, if she did, I'd start looking like a real ho.
'Hmph! Whatever, I have a feeling that guy is a real grade A hottie and I bet you're gonna react as badly as I did; maybe even worse.' She retorted and I could just visualize her with her arms crossed over her chest, her stance defiant and challenging.
'And if he's not a real hottie then you'd better shut it for the rest of the day and leave me alone.' I said and Inner Sakura gladly agreed stating I would have to let her come out of her shell and take over if she was right.
Ignoring my annoying inner self, I continued on with my dreams and aspirations. "After graduating from high school, I plan to major in allied health diagnosis, intervention and treatment. Then once I finish my studies in college, I will pursue and obtain a career as a gynecologist, obstetrician, and surgeon while working towards my PhD in medicine." Staring once again at the faces of my new peers I discover a growing respect and awe inside their numerous multi-colored orbs—even in the eyes of the girls who were sending me disdainful looks.
Glancing briefly at Kakashi with a small smile I find the crinkles back at the corner of his eye and I immediately know he's smiling approvingly. Not only that I could see the respect in his storm gray iris; respect for my talent, respect for my future plans, but most of all, respect for me.
"That's quite a goal you've set for yourself Sakura. I'm confident you'll achieve what you desire if you're passionate about following your dreams." He said thoughtfully but I wasn't just going to end my introduction with a simple declaration of my endeavors. "It's not always about following your dreams Kakashi," I started off softly a just as thoughtful expression adorning my face, "it's also about leading your dreams and the journey you endure to reach your destination." I ended off strongly then, a bright and grand smile lighting up on my face.
Swiveling my line of sight back towards the other students, my heart fluttered in triumph and joy at the solid respect shining in everyone's eyes. This was the beginning of my trail of footsteps in the sands of their lives, and I intended to make those footsteps last until their dying breath. Never had I imagined they would leave equally lasting footsteps in the sands of my own life.
"Well Sakura, I can already see this is going to be a great year for you, no, a great year for all of us in here. Have fun, learn from new experiences, love new people, and remember to always cherish every moment because no one can re-live their high school years. So it is my pleasure to cordially welcome you to your first class of the day here at Konoha High." A plethora of wolf whistles and cheers came then from the class to help liven the moment, but died down as Kakashi hushed them down with playful banter.
"Now, to officially start the day, I'm going to assign you to a seat. Hmm, let's see what's available." Scanning the sea of now hyper students I find a few vacant desks beside some boys—who looked hopeful—and some girls—who looked as if I was something vile but they were just jealous. Interestingly enough, my searching gaze stopped on the desk completely adjacent to the left of the mysterious boy who offered so little reaction to my revelations then moved to the boy himself—his eyes currently closed—and lingered there for what seemed like half an hour, using his cluelessness as an opportunity to stare. Once again, he was the black sheep of the group, being the only one with closed eyes, and was the only exemption from my definition of everyone.
Suddenly, a feeling of intense longing and desire, along with a growing excitement, flooded the pit of my stomach at the chance to sit next to him so that I could completely analyze and describe him. I could already sense the guy was like a Rubik's cube. You had to keep rotating every side, every corner until you got the gist of the laws of the cube. Only then would you be able to truly grasp the wonders of the toy. This guywas a total enigma and enigmas provoked and enticed my thoughts; and Mr. Mysterio was one puzzle—I realized—that I was just itching to crack. Inside my head, Inner Sakura was on the edge of hysteria, her longing more profound and intense than my own.
I didn't know what drew me in so much to the guy. It baffled me to think just what he could possibly possess in his arsenal of female attracting weapons that appealed to me in such a way that I would intentionally halt my search for a place, so I could almost gaze dreamily at him. Since, he could just be another misconstrued book that I passed judgment on without viewing its contents.
However, in my conscious mind I knew he was special in one way or another. It wasn't a simple misunderstood opinion like how people think, "This person seems alright." It was a true solid fact as in, "I know he/she is so damn amazing and I wanna spend every second with him/her." At that moment I knew I would lose my side of the bet and soon, Inner Sakura would inevitably bust out of her little space and go absolutely wild.
My train of thoughts and speculations were disrupted when Kakashi finally figured out where I would sit, listening to his many lessons and plans, for the duration of the school year. "Ah, here we go. Sakura why don't you go sit by our lovely Ms. Ino Yamanaka. Ino please raise your hand to help Sakura identify who you are." He said cheerfully his lone visible eye in the shape of a crescent moon.
Tearing my eyes away from the mystifying boy, I direct my gaze towards the perfectly manicured hand with nails painted the color of royalty—meaning violet. Trailing my eyes down her arm, which was bare all the way up to her shoulder because she was wearing a baby blue spaghetti strap, I come along a really pretty face coupled with soft pinkish lips, a small button nose, straight and silky blonde hair, and glittering baby blue orbs. In my mind's eye, this girl wasn't really pretty; she was b-eau-ti-ful. Not only that, she was also probably nice mixed with that bit of sassiness because she was smiling amusedly at me and it was tinged with a little bit of a mischievous twinkle. Finally, with a quiet sigh of relief and a murmured, "Thank God," I stumble upon a girl who didn't instantaneously harbor hate feelings towards me. I didn't want to bring bad luck upon myself though so instead I prayed silently for my first new friend in Konoha High.
"Cool! We have all the same classes!" Ino exclaimed with a big smile plastered onto her pretty face. However that same smile flopped upside down in a matter of a few seconds. "Oh wait," she began her eyebrows knitting together and her sky blue irises reflecting a slight disappointment. "We don't have third period together." She finished, pouting like a little child. It was amazing how she was conversing with me as if I was her bestfriend, as if we knew each other since our childhood days.
"Oh yeah?" I asked her amused. "What do you have third period?" Instead of answering me straight away, she plunged her one manicured hand into her black Chanel bag while still holding on to my schedule. Her tongue came past her lips then and went to the side in concentration as she tried to find whatever object was buried deep in the depths of her bag. Finally after ten seconds she pulled out a small folded rectangular piece of paper—with a shout of "Yes!"—and waved what I assumed to be her schedule in front of my face.
"Why don't you find out pinky?" She laughed at the nickname she gave me which caused my face to morph into one of annoyance and horror. Kids at my old school would never let me live that nickname down. Now that I've escaped from it and got a fresh start, I don't ever want to hear it muttered in my presence—or in anyone's presence for that matter—during my career here at Konoha High. Fortunately, once she glimpsed at my face her laughter had died down to soft giggles but had not evaded catching the attention of a few closer seatmates including Naruto's.
"Don't ever call me that again," I paused before adding two seconds later, "please."
"Call you what again?" She backfired with a question of her own and an innocent façade that was almost believable plastered onto her face. She was good but not good enough so that I would pass if off as nothing.
"Pinky!" I said quietly but in a firm voice while looking around making sure the kids near us didn't hear the appalling nickname.
When my line of sight returned to her face I found an impish smirk adorning her features which could have meant only one thing. She wasn't going to let the nickname go.
Instead of continuing my losing battle, I sighed in defeat shaking my head and glanced down at my new friend's school schedule. I couldn't see it, but I just knew a triumphant smile was dancing across her lips.
'Oh just wait, until I find a nickname for her! It's going to be more awful than pinky!' Inner Sakura exclaimed in great irritation, her fists clenched at her sides and her teeth grounding into each other. She was always so hot tempered and could never remain level headed whenever someone was making fun of us. It was a quality I really wished she'd touch up on and fix.
Despite my minor displeasure a small smile appears on my own face. She was definitely going to be sassy and she was going to be a girl I could banter with and argue with. Ino would be a girl who could set me straight and she'd also be my new partner in crime.
"Okay let's see," I mumble to myself as I open up her schedule. "I have art third period with Ms. Yuuhi and you have," zoning in on her third period class I finish the rest of my sentence, "drama and theater with Ms. Mitarashi." Smiling, I look back up at Ino to find a dreamy expression on her face.
"So does that mean you want to be an actress when you grow up?" I asked her amusedly but in my mind I knew the answer before it even escaped past her lips. "Hell yeah!" she said in an equally dreamy voice while her chin was resting on the palms of her hands.
"Now, before we begin our first lesson of the year," to which resounding groans fill the classroom and Kakashi only chuckles, "I want you all to pass up your papers here to the front so I can grade them later." His deep voice penetrated the foggy haze of Ino's mind and she shook her head to what I assumed was to clear her thoughts.
Grabbing my bag from the floor I take out the summer homework we were given—mind you it was challenging but nothing I couldn't handle—and stand up out of my seat when someone snatches it from my hands. "Hey! What do you-" I stop midsentence when my eyes land on the same person who hit me with the balled up wad of paper. "First you hit me with a paper ball and now you steal my homework!" I ask exasperated but it's what I could expect from a class clown.
"I'm not stealing it," Naruto defends, "I'm taking it up to pervert Kakashi as an apology for hitting you. I'm really sorry about that." He says while rubbing the back of his neck, his pretty sapphire orbs averting my firm gaze and a blush once again present on his tanned cheeks. Thinking his way of apologizing was rather cute I extended my hand out to him, which caused him to look up surprised and hesitantly shook my hand. I wonder if he thought I was going to hit him because his eyes screamed relief.
"Apology accepted. I'm Sakura but you can just call me Sakura, Sak, or Cherry. It's nice to meet you." I say with a small smile. "Whoo! For a second there I really thought you were going to smack me! I'm Naruto Uzumaki and Cherry?" I laughed a little at his assumption, my smile growing wider when he questioned one of my two nicknames.
"Yeah, at my old school, some of my friends called me cherry since it's my name sake." My tone is casual as I explain the story behind the name and all the while he was just staring and smiling at me trying to understand why the name Cherry. "And ever since then, it kind of stuck so now I'm used to people calling me cherry." Towards the end of my explanation he goes into the famous thinking pose but reverts to his normal smiling self a second later.
"I think I'll just call you Sakura. It sounds prettier." He finished with a goofy smile and in my mind, I prayed to the same God's that I could befriend Naruto because not only was he good looking, he was also really sweet and really funny.
"Are there any more assignments out there? If they aren't up here in seven seconds then they're going to be marked with a nice big fat juicy red F." Kakashi drawled out lazily.
"Oh my gosh! Naruto get up there you idiot before we fail our first assignment!" I smacked his arm then and watched as he rushed up to the front slightly tripping on some bags resting in the column.
"Hey! What about me!" I winced as Ino shouted out in desperation feeling like my eardrums would explode.
"Sorry Ino-pig but take 'em up yourself!" Naruto answered in a smug voice with his hands behind his head causing everyone in the room to snicker.
"Why you-!" The blonde bombshell started angrily but was interrupted when Kakashi gave her a second chance and warning to bring up her summer homework. She yelped in response then shot out of her seat and ran to the front of the room, slammed down her paper, and returned to her seat in a span of about ten seconds.
When Ino was properly seated and we were all taking out pencils and paper, I took the opportunity to ask her about the nickname Naruto had called her a few seconds ago.
"Ino-pig?" My question caused her to abruptly stop searching through her bag and look up at me with twitching eyes.
"What did you call me?" She threatened and fighting back fire with fire—as revenge for when she indirectly let me know she wouldn't stop calling me 'Pinky'—I offered an innocent and sweet smile and exclaimed in an equally innocent and sweet voice, "I said Ino-pig!" I thought she would begin yelling—because she looked to be that type of girl—but instead, she continued to search through her baby blue Jansport backpack except this time with a glare and while mumbling some incoherent things.
After a few more minutes we were all ready with our pencils and paper and Kakashi began writing on the Promethean. It turns out, Konoha High had everything too but I wasn't that surprised since just its outer appearance signaled how wealthy the school was. However, during his first few words into the lesson I started to tune him out and just really analyzed my surroundings because I'd already studied the first two chapters in my spare time over the summer.
The floor, like the office, was paneled with deep colored mahogany and the walls were white with the same intricate moldings. To my left tall windows lined up the wall letting in the bright sunlight whilst simultaneously offering a view to the school's massive backyard. They had a field for every sport and in the distance I could see a gigantic building with a cobblestone pathway leading up to it meaning it must have been for their indoor sports teams. I really wished I could be on their women's field hockey and volleyball team. I didn't want to waste my team sitting on the couch munching on junk food.
"Sakura, Sakura." A hand waving in front of my face snapped me out of my very short lived reverie. Kakashi has an amused look on his face but there was a knowing twinkle in his lone stormy eye. It made a slight shiver run down my back because I felt as if this man standing before me knew everything even in his most distracted state.
"Um, I'm sorry for spacing out. Yes Kakashi?" I mumbled just loud enough for him but the students around me—including the mysterious boy who had caught my attention—were now focused on the two of us; the reason I had no clue.
"Could you give us the answer to the problem?" He said coolly.
Looking up at the Promethean, I find a problem I've been tackling all summer and I can't help but let a small smile grace my features. "The answer is 0.00347." It took me a while to solve the problem over the summer but I still cracked the math question. Kakashi looked impressed but otherwise only said a small word of praise before continuing on with the lesson.
The class went by rather smoothly with the exception of Naruto who had taken almost 20 minutes just trying to figure out the answer to one single problem. In my head I wondered how he ever made it into AP Stats. He must have copied off of one of his friends because no one takes that long to answer one math question. Especially since it was the easiest question!
When the bell rang signaling the end of the first class of the first day of school, all the students magically stood up and zipped out the room in two seconds. The halls were filled with the voices of students chatting animatedly about their summers and catching up with each other. A small tinge of jealousy and depression sparks inside me because I know I can't do what the other kids are doing since I didn't have any old friends to reminisce with.
Sighing, I begin packing my things away and stand up putting my bag on my shoulder when someone grabs my arm and pulls me to the door. "Hey what are you-!" I'm cut short when I see that it was Ino who had latched onto my arm and so rudely dragged me to the door.
"Geez, chillax Pinky. It's just me. I thought we could walk together to AP Gove and Econ since we practically have the same classes." The pretty blonde bombshell said while rolling her eyes but otherwise smiled at me revealing straight pearly whites.
"O-Oh. Hehe, I didn't realize. But you did just grab me out of nowhere which was pretty rude." I reprimanded her trying, but failing, to put on my most serious look. Ino only rolled her eyes again but let go of my arm and rested her hand on her hip.
"Yeah whatever Pinky. So are we walking together or not?" I only smirk back at her before taking a step out the door.
"Sure thing Ino-pig." Small laughs emit from my throat as Ino stalks past me and goes a little ways up ahead before turning around and raising one twitching eyebrow at me. Letting out one more laugh and shaking my head effectively tousling my pink locks, I started towards Ino with a mirthful smile.
"Hey! Wait up! C'mon Teme they're gonna leave us! Hey! Wait!" Naruto's loud tenor voice reaches my ears and I turn around to find him stumbling after me along with the same mystery guy trailing smoothly behind him.
"Yo Sak! What class do you have next? I have AP American Literature." Naruto questioned with a little hope shining in his azure orbs; hope that we'd have the same class. Too bad that hope was about to be snuffed out by yours truly but I wasn't happy about it. Naruto was a great guy and he made everything lively and happy.
"Eh, I'm sorry Naruto but I have AP Gov and Econ next." His face fell slightly then and so I worked quickly to make amends. "But we can still walk together at least some of the way." His face brightened up again but it wasn't as bright as when he asked the question.
"Sure! Oh by the way, you have that class next with Teme over here!" He chirped happily while also wrapping one arm around the mystery guy's shoulder pulling him closer into a half hug. Like the ones you see in photos where people have their arms around each others' shoulder. The only difference was that Naruto was doing all the shoulder hugging—a large smile on his bronze face—and Mr. Mysterio-Coolio just had his hands stuffed into his pair of black Levi's 510 Super Skinny jeans—an annoyed look present on his pale face.
It was only at that moment when Naruto introduced the enigma that I took the time to really look at him and my, was my breath taken away. This guy was absolutely gorgeous! He had flawless alabaster skin and hair so black it looked like there were tints of blue in it. His hair was shaped like a chicken's ass and he had long bangs framing his face but in my opinion the hair only made him that much more gorgeous. I was right when I said he raised one elegant eyebrow because he had exactly that; elegant eyebrows along with the straight aristocratic nose to match. His lips looked moist and had the right amount of plump to them so they weren't too thin or too thick; they were a pair of the most perfect lips I've ever seen. Going down further I find stubble growing along a pointed chin and a defined jaw. Staring down even further I discover a strong neck and nice broad shoulders. He was wearing a white button up shirt with the top three buttons unbuttoned offering a nice view of his chiseled chest. If I had x-ray vision I knew I would definitely see this guys toned rock hard abs, killer biceps, and that part of a man's anatomy which I had a feeling was one of his best features.
At this last thought I could feel my cheeks begin to warm so I bit my lip to try to get my mind out of the gutter but the damage was done. Despite all his drool-worthy features his best features were probably his eyes. They were beautiful in the dark and entrancing sort of way. They were the darkest shade of obsidian in the world; bottomless like an abyss and as black as the night sky. His onyx orbs were just so captivating and as every second ticked by I continued to become ensnared. Thankfully it was the enigma himself who saved me from looking like an utter fangirl and God knows how much I hate fangirls. Unfortunately, when he spoke, my legs turned into jelly and my heart fluttered.
"Hn, dobe get off me before I break your ribs." He said in a deep smooth baritone and Naruto complied and put his hands behind his head. Even his voice was amazing! It was silky smooth like velvet and spoke volumes of how man he was. Sighing he closed his eyes and took one hand out of his pocket only to rake it through his inky locks, before returning it to his pocket and opening his eyes. This action alone was sexy beyond belief.
"Sasuke Uchiha." Oh God, if a hand rake was sexy beyond belief then the smirk decorating his heartbreakingly beautiful face was mind blowing. Imagine if just these simple actions were so incredibly tantalizing then how much more when things got hot and steamy with him? Just thinking of the many dirty things I could do with him had my cheeks turning a dark shade of crimson.
Great, just great; how was I supposed to live up to my lifelong vow of never becoming a fangirl if someone like Sasuke Uchiha existed in my world? I couldn't, that's how.
A/N: What'd you think? Do you guys like my super duper descriptions? I make you guys wish these people were real huh? But then again if they were real, Jacob Black and Edward Cullen would have serious competition.