Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
Authoress note: Sorry if it may seem a bit...confusing in some parts of the story.
Warnings: Ocs, OOC, Au, Suggestive content, Age changes
Summary: Sakura is your average nerd; a student with high grades and not a mark on her permanent record. But when someone pushes too many wrong buttons on the ticking time bomb, she decides to fight back...with a little help of course.
Sakura's POV
Once again, I was down on the floor, with all my books and papers scattered all over. My tormentors were standing above me, with smug looks gracing their faces. I had just made sure that Hinata got to her class safely before I headed to my own class. And that's when I walked into...the Wannabes.
"Well well, little nerd down for the count" the purple haired girl smirked. Her hair cut was uneven and one fringe was slightly longer than the rest. Her brown eyes pierced into my own and I froze. Not from intimidation, but from annoyance.
"How did some untalented runt like you even get into this school? Sleeping around with the people in charge? You belong in a freak show!"
The first girl giggled in delight, "She is a freak all right, but too bad she has nothing to show" She said, gesturing to her chest. The trio laughed loudly at my expense and shoved me back down when I gotten up to leave.
I sighed. The Wannabe Triplets. Well, their real last name is Watanabe and they aren't actually triplets, but it sounds similar to Wannabe, and they all look the same. Ami, Yumi, and Maya. Yumi, the eldest, was the pack leader. There was no denying the fact that Yumi is the queen of the bitches.
"Bitches will be bitches" I muttered under my breath. I collected my things once more, only to notice a hand was extended towards me, with some of my other papers in hand. I glanced up to see dark obsidian eyes staring down at me. It was breathtaking. His raven hair was tied in a low ponytail and rested on his shoulders. The light shimmered and bounced off his hair. There was nothing about the uniform that stood out, only the fact there was a tiny little pin under the blazer chest pocket. I succeeded in fighting off my blush of embarrassment and thanked him. When he didn't leave after handing me my papers, I noticed that his hand was still outstretched, palm open. I blushed again as he pulled me back up onto my feet. "Thanks"
He nodded before walking off to class. He seemed oddly familiar somehow. I shook my head to clear my mind off the thought and headed over to Kakashi's classroom. When I had arrived, it was no surprise that the teacher himself wasn't there yet. I seated myself in my assigned desk and ignored the paper snow balls that were thrown in my direction. I didn't need to read them to know what they said. Bitch. Slut. Ugly. Honestly, I seriously didn't know what I did to deserve this kind of treatment from anyone. I knew that it was a specific group that targeted me, so not everyone in my school were my tormentors. However, they don't really do anything to stop my bullies either. Personally, I don't know how they see a nerd as a threat.
Finally, after the 30 minute wait, the silver haired teacher walked in casually as if he wasn't in any rush. He closed his book and judging from the movement of his mask, he smiled happily at us, his one visible eye had little crinkles near. I resisted the urge to growl at his tardiness. This is one of the top schools in all of Konoha, so why do we have a teacher who is always late?
"Yo."
"You're late!"
I sat there with a bored expression on my face, doodling next to the notes I was jotting down on paper. Hinata had this class after me, so I often gave her the notes. She's kind and all, but her note taking skills were horrid. There was no organization, and some of the penmanship was sloppy. I love that girl like a sister, but I worry. At least when I give her my notes, the little cartoon characters will keep her entertained.
I sighed inwardly and reached to touch my necklace. My emerald eyes widened as my hand touched my warm flesh. The cool gold necklace that offered me comfort was missing. I cursed under my breath, it must've snapped off when the Wannabes were shoving me. I had that necklace since I was 6 years old, and now, it's gone.
"If I must say so myself, I think I'm pretty early today" I raised a brow at that statement. It was true. What was supposed to be an hour long wait turned out only to be half that today. "Maa, allow me to introduce the reason why I am so late today. You may come in now." No sooner was that said, a sandy blonde girl entered, her teal green eyes resting on my appearance. "Please state your name, age, year, interest, hobbies, etc."
"Hello, I'm Temari. I'm 17 years old, junior. I don't fell like telling you my interests and hobbies"
"Very well. Please take a seat next to Haruno-san. Haruno-san, please raise your hand"
I watched as she slowly approached where I was sitting, and from the other students I heard the usual insults 'Oh, I feel bad for her', 'A cute girl like her sitting next to a freak'. To my surprise, she turned to glare at the students who were sending insults in our direction. When the blonde turned back to me, she offered a gentle reassuring smile.
"Nice to meet you,..."
"S-Sakura"
"Nice to meet you Sakura" I nodded dumbfounded. To my surprise, she grinned, "You don't talk much, do you?" I blushed.
Hinata's POV
I stood off to the side to wait for my pink haired friend. My classes usually let out early compared to Sakura's. So, while waiting, let me tell you more about the school and what I'm seeing. The jocks were with the jocks, roughly shoving each other playfully. The cheerleaders walked in packs, laughing loudly and spreading rumors about other students. The members of the marching band were holding their instruments protectively, and treating them as if they were glass. Lastly, the nerds were scurrying, trying to get to class and blend in with the wall. I was one of them, trying to stay hidden from the watchful eyes of predators.
"Hina-chan!" I turned around to the familiar voice that had called out to me.
"Saku-chan..." I noticed she followed my train of thought to the blonde who was standing beside her. "H-Hello"
"Oh, Hi, I'm Temari, nice to meet you Hinata-san" She knew my name? Sakura probably told her.
"S-Sakura...your necklace-" She glanced down and touched the base of her neck, where her necklace used to be. She never took it off, never! She only took it off when she was going to shower or bed.
"Necklace? You had a necklace?" Temari asked. She looked at Sakura's neck before glancing back at her, eyes hardened. "Where is it?"
"I...I, well, you see...I lost it" she said sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head casually. My pearl eyes widened. How can she be so calm? She had that necklace since she was 6 years old and it meant a lot to her. It was given when she first moved here. And it was given to her by- "Can we not talk about this, please?"
"S-Sakura-chan, if your n-necklace is stolen, you s-should report it to the campus p-police." I said, giving her a disappointed look.
"Stolen?" Temari repeated, as if she were unsure of what to say.
"I'll get it back, okay? Can we just drop the subject?" I decided to, Sakura sounded desperate. "Let's get you to art class, ne?" I nodded. Temari pursed her lips, as if biting back something to say about the matter. While we were walking to the art room, it felt like this...Temari person was trying to scare away tormentors.
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I smiled, my art piece was finally finished. It nearly took me a week or two to finish it, and get every single little detail. My art teacher, Kurenai-sensei, was it was a work of art and it's delicate brush strokes were breathtaking. The cool colors were giving a sense of peace and tranquility and the brighter colors offered warmth. The expression on the child's face beamed with joy as he went down the slide and into the awaiting arms of his mother.
"My, my. What a lovely painting. I would hate to see it get ruined, it would be most...unfortunate don't you think?"
I froze. Those voices-
"W-What do you want?" I managed to squeak out.
"Oh look Maya, it speaks"
"Oh Ami, it looks like she missed a spot." Maya grinned, "I think you should help her with...that little problem, ne?"
"Yes, I'm sure she would be grateful" I stared horrified as Ami picked up a red paint brush, ready to slap it onto the canvas. As I stood to stop her, I felt someone grip my wrists painfully, holding me in place. Where was Kurenai-sensei when you needed her? Certainly she wasn't making out with her husband in the supply closet during school hours...right?
"Leave her alone Ami!" I turned around to see two of the students who were defending me. I noticed them from before. They weren't really any of our tormentors, but they occasionally defend us nerds.
"Shut it Uzumaki, Inuzuka" Maya hissed angrily. Unfortunately, they heeded her warning. Ami and Maya's family were one of my family's top competitors. They weren't on level with the Uchiha or Sakura's family, not just yet anyway. The Uchiha, Hyugas and Sakura's family are part of the big three, and the Watanabes want in. The Watanabe get what they want by threats. They always threatened to buy out the Inuzuka Animal Clinic and turn it into a store for Girls Apparel. They threatened Naruto stating they will buy out every ramen stand within the whole city perimeter.
"S-Stop it!" I squeaked.
"Sister dear, does this look right?" I stared, speechless as Ami slapped on a glob of red paint, right on the child's face. The red paint started to slide down the canvas, leaving a trail of red in its wake as the left over goop plopped onto the floor. I felt the tears already forming and stinging my eyes and I let out a choked sob.
"Aw, Ami, you made the cry baby cry" Maya chuckled.
"What's going on over here?" The girls froze and turned to face the source of the voice. Ami dropped the brush onto the ground and bowed toward the approaching red-headed male. His brown eyes were narrowed and had a look of anger. That's when I realized that he is one of the top Art students that this school has.
"I..I..We- I" I watched as the sisters try to form words but utterly failed in doing so. With one more glare from the red head, the sisters left me alone. He turned to face me, no expression on his face. But I did notice something, another paint brush in his hand. In his other hand, he held as second brush and extended it towards me
"May I?" I nodded, dumbfounded.
Sakura's POV
"Oh, well, that was nice of him to do" I said. I had finished tying my hair into a neat, messy bun and now somewhat filing my nails. I could care less about my outward appearance anyways. At home, I'm me. At school, I am a nerd for everyone to see. My cell was on speaker as I channel surfed the tv for any thing good to watch. Unfortunately, there never was.
"Y-Yes, I was shocked though. A-Ami and M-Maya didn't threaten him. They threatened Naruto-kun and Kiba-san, b-but not him."
"Who knows, maybe they were intimidated." I said, watching as my 3 month old puppy trotted into the room. I was guessing that he was done with his shower because he smelt like powder and flowers. He looked like he was pouting "Biscuit, come here" I frowned when he chose to ignore me and head straight to his bed in the corner of the room.
"I take it Biscuit is in the room" I rolled my eyes as Hinata laughed. "He got his revenge already?"
"Not yet, but I think he is planning to" I looked at the crème colored shiba inu. Only his eyes were moving, from me to the tv and back again. Maybe he was planning to ruin my tv?
"W-well...at least things are getting better."
"Or not. The Wannabes still have my necklace." I said.
"How w-will you get it b-back?"
"...I don't know" I replied, crestfallen. I snapped out of my thoughts when the door to my room opened. I stared at the person who stood at the door. Well...more like his outline, I was staring at blurry figures when I don't wear my glasses. But I knew who it was, and he seldom comes to my room. It was kinda hard to miss his orange hair. He and I stared at each other for a few minutes before one of us decided to speak.
"Dinner"
"Hai, aniki" I replied. I picked up the phone, turned off the speaker and pressed the phone to my ear, "Hinata, I got to go, I have to eat dinner with the fam...Alright, good night to you to...Bye.". I slipped my feet into my fuzzy slippers and walked out towards the dinning room. However, someone prevented me from doing so, by grabbing my upper arm. I was pushed back a few feet so I was standing in front of him. His violet gray eyes were dangerously narrow.
"Where is your necklace?"
"My necklace?"
"Don't play dumb with me." I froze. That was a warning. He was completely serious. Sure, if we are in public he doesn't want to be seen with me. Heck, even at home he does his best to avoid me. If he went out of his way to see me, it had to be something important. "Where. Is. The. Necklace."
"I don't know" I said, a little too quick for his liking. I cringed inwardly as he took in a deep breath and releasing it. Shit. I am so dead. Good bye World.
"Are you guys coming down for dinner!" Thank goodness my mom has incredible timing.
"Coming kaa-san!" I could see from the corner of my eyes, my aniki was still staring. "Aniki, dinner"
He rolled his eyes and walked right pass me and paused, our eyes meeting. I could tell he wasn't going to let the matter slip away. I gulped before following him down the stairs and into the dinning room where our parents were waiting.
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Now, let me just say, in Hinata's POV, I know not all jocks, cheerleaders, etc are like that. But in my old high school, they were. It had a really, really bad clique problem. Its pretty much what I described, how it was in my school. There wasn't much bullying in my old school, but just not enough people expanding their horizons and socializing with other groups.
Also, remember, Sakura is using a fake last name, she doesn't want the ruffians to know who she is related to. So Ami and her sisters, and most of the students don't actually know about Sakura's family. They know Hinata's family name is, so thats why her treatment is going to be a bit more...different than Sakura. Can I get a suggestion on Sakura's real last name. Because 'Haruno' is her fake last name, and I really don't know what her real last name should be. You know who her brother is? Hm? Anyways, what do you think would be a good last name for them.
Oh, by the way, Happy Thanksgiving!