Warning(s): Language.
Chapter 3: The one with the schedule.
A/N: I know nothing about University or Medicine. Nothing.
To: Dog Boy
From: The Ultimate Orange King
08:09am
Subject: AHAHAHAHAHA
THANKS FOR THE DINNER DOG BREATH
To: Puppy-chan; Hinata-chan; Naruto-baka; Shino-san
From: PinkFlash
09:00am
Subject: Dinner
Thanks for the dinner Kiba, I had fun. We should definetely do it again.
P.s. Next time Shino-san you have to come.
To: Kiba-kun; Shino-kun; Sakura-chan; Naruto-kun
From: Hinata Hyuuga
09:05am
Subject: Re: Dinner
I agree, it was nice.
I'm sorry I wasn't able to help you set up my studio Shino-kun, I should've stayed behind.
To: Hinata
From: Shino
09:14am
Subject: Re: Dinner
You do not have to worry. I stayed behind by choice.
To: Sakura-chan; Dog Boy; Hinata-chan; Bug Dude
From: The Ultimate Orange King
09:15am
Subject: FREE FOOD
I'M NOT PAYING
To: Hinata-chan; Main Man; Naru-tard; Sakura-sama
From: Beast King
12:06pm
Subject: WTF
Y R U GUYS EVEN UP THS EARLY
To: Naru-tard
From: Beast King
12:10pm
Subject: SHT YR TRAP
FCK U RAMEN FREAK
To: Sakura-sama
From: Beast King
12:10pm
Subject: FML
u fckin forced me 2 pay
i hate u so much
To: Hinata-chan; Main Man; Naru-tard; Sakura-sama
From: Beast King
12:11pm
Subject: Fck ths
NOT PAYING
To: Naruto-baka; Hinata-chan; Puppy-chan; Shino-san
From: Pink Flash
12:11pm
Subject: NOT PAYING
Naruto you're fucking loaded, your dad's the goddamn president.
Either way I'm broke, and after last night's dinner I'm pretty sure Kiba is too.
To: Puppy-chan
From: Pink Flash
12:12pm
Subject: I'd really rather not.
I'll buy you that new headset you want for your birthday.
To: Sakura-sama
From: Beast King
12:12pm
Subject: No Subject
ur forgiven
When Sakura's alarm started blaring 'I'm Good' by the Mowgli's at 4:00 am in the morning, she was very much tempted to throw the alarm clock across her room. She wasn't 'good' and why had she chosen such an annoying song. Instead she hit snooze and hoped to god it wouldn't start up again.
When it started again only 5 minutes later she did throw it at her wall.
(The wall not connected to Hinata's room because Sakura was a considerate friend like that)
When her phone began ringing at 4:45 am with a brief reminder to 'Get the fuck up you're screwed otherwise', Sakura got the vague feeling things would only get worse. The feeling didn't get better once she realised that she was going to be late for the morning seminar Tsunade Senju was hosting to integrate every student into the course.
Why she was hosting something that important so early in the morning- coupled with the fact that she had sent the e-mail out last night- was beyond Sakura; she knew for certain though that some of the students would definitely miss most of the seminar anyway. However, Tsunade Senju was the best in the field, a renowned Doctor brought back into the country last year after her mysterious disappearance a decade ago, and Sakura was not messing up her first meeting with her by being late of all things.
Deciding that she'd forgo breakfast-
(had they even gone shopping for food? Sakura couldn't remember since she hadn't exactly gone shopping for anything, as evidenced by her still bare room)
-Sakura quickly tried to blow dry her hair after her shower, growling in frustration when the cord tangled around her ankle. The quick tug she made to loosen the cord only tightened it further and caused her to loose her balance, tipping her over. The impact itself was softened by the mattress, but her ankle began to throb and Sakura was getting more agitated by the second.
A glance at the clock; 5:30am
I have just under 30 minutes left. Shit.
Jumping off her mattress, and leaving the blow dryer for now (she promised her poor hair extra care tonight), Sakura tried her best to shorten the time it took for her to both find and change into her clothes. Fingers scrunched in her hair in panic, Sakura tried to remember what had happened to her shoes. They weren't anywhere in her room so where?
Eyes widening, she realised she had put them away near the entrance to their apartment.
Dashing out of her room she found Hinata at the kitchen preparing breakfast- pancakes?- and awake.
"You're up? Do you still do that yoga thing?" Sakura tied her shoelaces, making a mental note to buy shoes without the laces next time, "Also we have food?"
Hinata gave her a small smile, flipping the pancakes- Sakura's eyes followed the movement hungrily - and motioned to the bag next to the sink, "Yes to all three. I went shopping for breakfast this morning."
"Ah." Sakura was still gazing at the pancakes.
"Would you like some, Sakura-chan?" Hinata gestured to the increasing pile (was that strawberry and cream?).
Sakura didn't know whether to cry or laugh because clearly the universe hated her. She was already running late, so if she stayed to eat the delicious breakfast Hinata had prepared she would miss too much of the seminar. On the other hand, if she left now she might make it but she would have to refuse the pancakes.
(there was strawberry with cream)
Sakura shifted her weight from one foot to the other, twsiting the straps of her bag uncertainly, "I really do, but I have this seminar at 6 and..."
Hinata's eyes lit with understanding before she nodded, signalling for Sakura to wait a moment, and rummaged through the drawers next to her. Sakura bit her lip and waited, nervously checking the time.
5:39am
"What-"
"Here." Hinata interrupted Sakura's question, handing her a small box wrapped in a cute flower napkin with a swirl around each edge.
Sakura looked at the box and then at Hinata, a silent question in her eyes. When Hinata only nodded a smile found its way onto Sakura's face, "Thank you."
Hinata returned the smile warmly with one of her own, turning back to her own breakfast, "Good Luck, Sakura-chan."
Sakura's expression brightened further as she closed the apartment door behind her, "Have fun."
Maybe today wouldn't be so bad.
I'm so late.
Okay so maybe she wouldn't be able to make it. Not only did it take 20 minutes to actually get from her apartment to the University by foot, but there were constructions happening to the roads around the campus area to improve travel time.
Fat load of good they would do seeing as she was already late because of them.
Construction also meant that taking a taxi was out.
(not like she would actually be able to afford said taxi,
but,
yeah)
On foot we go, Sakura thought; with no other readily available choice she took off into a run.
Arriving at the University reception, which was conveniently placed in the Block closest to her apartment, Sakura went to find out exactly where she was supposed to be for the day.
Tsunade Senju- the Head of Medicine herself -had failed to provide them with even an inkling of the location in the e-mail she'd sent. Instead replying with a short 'figure it out' when Sakura had bothered to ask. Asking the receptionist, however, only proved to be more stressful and confusing.
Apparently not only were there other seminars taking place (although most of them were for Medicine), but there were different seminars for a single student happening at a different place each time.
Great.
Walking up to the desk, Sakura hoped this wouldn't shave off any more of the time she had left. But by the decidedly unpleasant look the receptionist shot her, she knew this was just not to be.
"Uh, hi!" The red headed woman (the tag identified her as 'Naomi') continued to sift through papers, not even looking up after her initial assessment of Sakura.
Sakura coughed. Twice.
Naomi continued to ignore her.
Sakura smiled tightly, hands clenched behind the desk.
"Excuse me."
Finally, the red head looked up. Only to twist her features into the same unpleasant look that had graced Sakura not minutes ago, "What."
Sakura blinked blankly, not quite sure if the receptionist was just a horrible person or if Sakura had offended her in some way (which she fucking hadn't).
When Naomi continued to stare at Sakura distastefully, she tilted her chin up, mouth set into a grim line, "Sakura Haruno. I'm here for my schedule, I've got a seminar with Tsunade Senju-"
"Here." Naomi interrupted her, shoving a piece of blue paper under her nose.
Sakura took it, "...Thanks."
But Naomi was already back to sorting through papers and ignoring Sakura's existence.
O-kay.
Exiting the building, Sakura could only gape at her schedule in dismay. Maybe she should've stayed at the apartment and made up an excuse because goddammit she was going to be late.
Introductory Seminars:
06:00 - 07:15am: Tsunade Senju's introduction to Medicine; with Tsunade Senju
/West side building/
-Break-
07:30 - 08:00am: The Science of Medicine; with Shi Fukuda
/East side building/
08:05 - 09:00am: Social Context of Health and Illness; with Tsunade Senju
/West side building/
-Break-
09:10 - 10:15am: Preparing for Patients; Shizune Dato
/East side building/
Not only was Sakura stuck moving from one side of the campus to the other throughout her day, but her first seminar (that she was already 5 minutes late to dammit) was in the West block.
She glared up at the shining metal 'EAST' sign on the building in front of her, screamed internally, and took off into a run.
When she finally made it to the designated building, she was already 10 minutes late. Finding the appropraite room where the seminar was being held wasn't as time consuming as she had thought it would be, but she stalled infront of the twin oak doors nonetheless. Opening the doors quietly (like a ninja) did not favour Sakura's predicament. Instead, a busty blonde woman, with an expression that had Sakura squirming uncomfortably, singled her out as soon as she stepped foot into the room.
"Haruno Sakura."
Her voice was laced with thinly vieled irritation and Sakura prayed to the gods that it was not aimed at her.
What followed next was silence. A silence so tense that Sakura felt as if every person in the room (and what a huge room it was) was staring at her.
Probably because they are, Sakura noticed, taking in the mixture of amusement and irritation colouring the faces around her.
"Haruno!"
The stern voice brought Sakura out of her thoughts as she looked up, startled, "Uh! Yes!"
The blonde, who Sakura was now beginning to realise was actually Tsunade Senju, did not look any less intense and instead grunted at her before vaguely gesturing around the room, "Sit."
Sakura was about to explain why she'd been late when Tsunade spoke again.
"I don't want to know." She closed her mouth abruptly, cheeks warming up from embarassment, "Just don't do it again."
Sakura nodded and quickly searched around for an empty seat, not wanting to stay in the spotlight any longer. Finding a seat, however, was hard. Nobody wanted to sit next to the student who had not only been late, but had also got into the bad side of the Head of Medicine (or well it looked that way).
The room was also not actually a room, rather, it was a lecture hall. And a big one at that. The seats lined up the outer edge of the hall with a stage and a podium situated in the middle. There was a small desk with a laptop perched on the right side of the stage, where a dark haired woman was sitting and conversing with a blonde, short haired man. Behind the stage, on the wall, was one of the largest screens Sakura had ever seen. The seats themselves were made of some type of black material she couldn't identify and had red rimmed edges. They looked oddly like they'd belong in a cinema.
Salvation came for Sakura in the form of a grey-haired man with glasses. Either he had noticed her distress or he was just kind, because as Sakura passed his aisle for the second time he waved her over, gesturing to the empty seat next to him.
(and it was an aisle seat too, nice.)
Shooting him a small smile in gratitude, Sakura took the offered seat.
"Kabuto," He introduced himself, adjusting his glasses even though it didn't look like they had moved at all, "Pleasure to meet you."
Sakura wondered whether she herself should forgo giving up her last name too, "Sa-
"I know." He cut her off, smiling. His eyes were blocked by the light that was reflecting off his lenses.
Sakura's smile strained, "Right." Her eyes staryed towards his hair and she wondered if the grey hair was genetic, or if he'd done a really good dye job.
"It's genetic." Kabuto looked at her, lips titling slightly in amusement.
Or more specifically; her own pink hair.
"...uh..." Sakura quickly looked away, tugging at a piece of pink hair. She was such a hyprocrit! Not wanting people to look at her strangely and here she was doing it to someone else.
"I wasn't offended."
Sakura looked back, surprised. How did he know..?
She narrowed her eyes, was this guy psychic?
When he coughed to mask an amused snort, Sakura nodded to herself gravely. Definitely psychic.
Sakura was making her way out of her last seminar with Tsunade-sama- they had been ordered to call her that and half the students had laughed in reply, the smile the blonde had delivered, however, carried a distinct promise that was enough to shut every single one of them up -when she remembered that she hadn't thanked Kiba for his contribution to last night's dinner.
Sending off a quick text she set off towards the East block and hoped that Shizune, who had been introduced as the dark haired woman during her first seminar, was a much nicer teacher than the blonde idiot she had had to suffer through for half an hour.
Not only had that idiot, who had introuduced himself as 'Fukuda-sensei', called her out for talking to Kabuto, but he'd given her a detention for misbehaving too!
(so what if she'd thrown her book at him, it was an accident after all)
Really. Some people were just not cut out to be teachers.
Shizune-sensei, fortunetely, ended up being one of the best teachers Sakura had ever had. She even beat her middle school maths teacher; Iruka-sensei. Not only was Shizune-sensei polite, but she also knew how to handle the rowdier bunch of students without the use of Tsunade-sama's intimidating presense, or Fukuda-sensei's stern warnings. She was willing to allow her students to talk and discuss amongst one another too. Well, as long as they all passed the weekly tests.
To: Forehead; Buns of Steel
From: Princess Ino
01:09pm
Subject: IMPORTANT
here, sakura send it to that bf of hers
attachment: tententutugodess
To: Ino; Sakura-sama
From: Buns of Steel
01:15pm
Subject: NO
DON'T YOU DARE SAKURA
To: Pig; Buns of Steel
From: PinkFlash
01:17pm
Subject: LOL
How'd you even get a picture of Tenten in a tutu anyway?
To: Buns of Steel
From: PinkFlash
01:17pm
Subject: YES
I dare.
To: Hyuuga-san
From: PinkFlash
01:18pm
Subject: You're welcome
This is from Ino.
attachment: tententutugodess
To: Pig; Buns of Steel
From: PinkFlash
01:19pm
Subject: Mission completed
It's been done. Now we wait.
To: Forehead; Buns of Steel
From: Princess Ino
01:19pm
Subject: you did good soldier
yaaaassss billboard brow!
dont worry tenten im sure hell lobe it!
To: Forehead
From: Princess Ino
01:19pm
Subject: lol indeed
did you know that the ame-u theatre department is open 24/7? cuz i do now
im pretty sure thats a security risk but whtever
it got us the phto didnt it?
To: Ino; Sakura-sama
From: Buns of Steel
01:19pm
Subject: FUCK YOU
I hate you both
To: Hinata-chan
From: PinkFlash
01:19pm
Subject: It's a thing of beauty.
Here Hinata-chan, it's the only copy we have of Tenten in a skirt.
Keep it safe and close to your heart.
attachment: tententutugodess
To: Sakura-sama
From: Hyuuga Neji
02:45pm
Subject: 'Be faithful in small things because it is in them that your strength lies'
Give Yamanaka my thanks.
End Note: So this might get updated. Mainly because 1) I got myself a Beta, yay. and 2) I edit shit like crazy and I'm never satisfied. Like ever.
Also Neji now replies with faith quotes as subjects. That is a thing.