Yay, I updated again! You better be grateful! =b
Okay, so I haven't really put much yuri into the story so far. I'll work on that, I promise. It's coming soon. As for now, there's a teeny bit of mild yaoi, but only implied. I was listening to some Taylor Swift, Korn, and NIN. Odd combination, but it gave me enough inspiration to churn this out. From now on, I will do my best to update daily.
Towards the end, I had Wonderwall set on loop in media player. You should check it out.
Lots of OOC =/
I woke up the next morning after spending the rest of the day before with Naruto. I noticed that I had forgotten to change clothes, or even take my shoes off for that matter. 'Damn Naruto, always wearing me out like that. At least he cares, unlike a lot of people though,' I thought.
I rolled out of bed, still exausted. 'I need a shower.' I thought. It wasn't that I stank, or anything like that, I just felt like I needed to shower before I did anything. I glanced at the clock beside my bed.
"Three PM. Damn, how'd I sleep so late?" I muttered, then cursed Naruto. 'This is all his fault,' I thought.
I took a shower and went back to my room. My parents were nowhere to be found, thank God. I hated them so much. I looked through my closet and picked out a pair of clothes similar to the ones I had on the day before. I was wearing a red and black striped hoodie, with a green shirt underneath, a matching red and black hat to match. As for pants, I wore some black jeans, again, covered in chains, buttons, writing, and unsightly threads, just the way I liked them.
I went into the kitchen. There was a note on the table.
It read:
Sakura,
Your father and I are going to be gone for the rest of today and tomorrow. I would have told you earlier, but you were fast asleep. There's food in the fridge, you know what to do with it. Don't burn the house down.
Your Mom
I sighed and crumpled up the paper, tossing it in the can. 'Well, two days without those two couldn't possibly be bad for me,' I thought.
I had agreed later yesterday that Naruto and I would meet at his house at five o'clock. I glanced at the clock again before looking myself over in the mirror atop my old and beaten dresser. My room was a wreck. It had been that way since Ino and I drifted away from each-other.
It was nearly 4:15. 'Shit! I need to get going,' I thought.
'Well, that's obvious, you retard.' My inner self blared at me.
'You again?' I sighed, 'Great. So now I have to deal with you AND the preps at the mall. Simply wonderful.'
'I love it when you defy me. You really contradict yourself, Sakura, seeing as I'm the reflection of your thoughts and desires.' The voice chuckled, rambling.
'I really wish you would shut up. Stupid anti-depressants . . . I knew I should've never downed the first one.' I had stepped out of the door and was now running down the road like a frantic school girl, which I was.
Five minutes of converse shoes thrusting against pavement later, I was at Naruto's. I pounded my fists against the door as if my life depended on it. Naruto opened the door quickly.
"Man, Sakura, you don't have to beat the door down. Chill!" He said sheepishly.
"My bad. I thought you might leave me." I said. It was true. I had a gut feeling that he'd be gone before I got there. My sense of time was terrible.
"Well, we might as well go since you're here. The mall's not too far. I think we could walk there." He said nonchalantly, as if he thought I hadn't been walking enough today already.
"Walking?! Are you crazy?!" I grabbed him by his orange shirt, "I walked all the way here from my house, and now you expect me to walk all the freaking way to the mall?! You're insane!" I screamed, rearing back and balling up my fist. If he thought he could get me to walk all that way, to go to that horrid place, he was sorely mistaken. You couldn't pay me enough to do that, and especially not for Naruto, even if we were friends.
"S-Sakura! I was only kidding! We can ride my bike – I mean, if that's okay with you that is!" He grinned, pathetically attempting to cover his fear.
"Who's pedaling?"
"Um . . I am?"
"Great, that means I get the stunt bars!" I yelled, tugging him over to his bike. Man, was I bipolar today or what? I knew where his bike was because sometimes, he and I rode it back to his house to play PS2 together. Speaking of PS2, which Naruto sucked at, we needed to get some names. Too bad the only shop with games at the mall was much too expensive to really buy anything from. Most of their games sucked balls, too.
We hopped onto the bicycle together, Naruto panting as he pedaled, me standing on the stunt bars, bouncing up and down constantly. After about a 15 minute ride, we arrived. Naruto proceeded to chain his bike to the nearby bike-rack while I tapped my foot, glaring at everyone else as they passed by me. If looks could kill, they'd all be pushing up daisies, I was sure of it.
"Hurry it up will you?" I said, impatiently.
"I'm done." He said matter-of-factly.
"Then what the hell are you doing?!" I barked, drawing some rather unnecessary attention. I spun around to see the mall cop, Kakashi, a former teacher of mine waggling a finger at me.
"Now, now, Sakura, keep it down. You'll disturb the peace, which would mean I'd have to write you a ticket . . Again." He remarked. Kakashi was a fucking dumb ass, an exceptionally annoying one too. I hated that man. He fined me 3000 yen for getting in a heated argument with some cashier lady who short-changed me. What utter bull-shit!
'Bastard.' I thought as he walked away. Kakashi was a shit face. I hated him too. He tried to fail Naruto and I when he was our teacher, just because he didn't like our attitudes. You have to admit though, we were annoying at times, but still, we were only 8! I was happy when he quit teaching.
"Come on Sakura, lets go to the arcade!" Naruto said cheerily, interrupting my internal ranting.
"Whatever. I got nothing better to do." I followed him to the arcade.
On the way there, however, that revolting dog-boy, Kiba showed up. It ruined my mood completely. Kiba was a rude jackass with a whiny pup in his jacket. How he wasn't banned from the mall, I had no idea. He smelled of garbage, dog drool, and excessive cologne. I had no clue how Naruto was able to stand being within ten feet of him. I scrunched up my nose in disgust. Kiba was just . . . Ugh, despicable.
"Retards." I said, walking away, glancing back at their forms to make sure they weren't following. To my relief, the two started walking in the other direction.
I looked around at all the people. I despised them all, knowing that with each scowl and glare I gave, they formed their own labels of me. I was on my way to Hot Topic, after wandering aimlessly through the vast expanse of the mall, frowning and looking about. I entered the store. As usual, Hinata was on her shift and was arranging clothes, while looking dark and mysterious, and duck-butt (Sasuke) was flipping his hair, standing out side of the store, shooting glares at anyone who dared look at him, including me. I gave him my traditional death stare. He looked away, huffing.
I hated him.
I looked around the store wordlessly, feeling of random accessories and clothing. Disappointed that there was nothing cheap enough for me to buy, I left. I got to the food court, and was walking back in the direction of the arcade when I heard Naruto yelp, "Sakura! Look out!"
"What?" I said, glancing around, seeing nothing wrong. A second later, I was crashed into by a distraught Kiba, followed by a crazy nerd, Rock Lee, and Kakashi, the mall cop. Kiba got to his feet quickly and ran off, screaming, "Sorry Sakura!"
I stood up quickly, assessing my injuries. I wasn't physically injured, but my composure sure was about to bite the bullet. 'Damn that Kiba! Damn them all, especially Naruto and that Sasuke asshole!'
I was about to curse the mall to the depths of hell, shaking my fist as I did so, when I looked up. What I saw was heavenly. 'Lavender panties . . . Lace ones too.' I thought. Instantly, I had recognized Ino's form, leaning perfectly against the balcony above, sipping a drink. I had the best view. I would have taken a picture if I had the chance. "Oh . . . How heavenly." I muttered as I felt a blush creep its way across my face.
"Getting a good view I see." A certain raven haired boy said, glancing at Ino, high above us. It was just loud enough for Ino to hear.
"Fuck you," I hissed, before he was out of earshot.
The blonde next to Ino said something and motioned down at me, laughing. Out of the corner of my eye, I vaguely noticed a crowd beginning to form.
"EEK! YOU!" Ino screamed.
I looked back to Naruto, who was wide-eyed, clearly watching the two above. Suddenly, he yelled, "SAKURA!"
"Crap." I said, as I turned my face in the direction of the girls, just in time to catch an icy latte . . . with my face. I glared at them, biting my lip, tasting the liquid secretly, the liquid that had touched Ino's lips. I thought I tasted a hint of lip gloss.
'How exquisitely exasperating.' My inner self said lewdly.
'Shut up.' I ordered. It did little good. My self proclaimed manifestation of desires would talk to no end, it seemed, at least until I was ripped from my quiet war by the voice of my love.
"Serves you right, looking at another girl's underwear like that!" Ino said, looking triumphant, and the two girls sauntered off. When the crowd has dissipated, and no one was looking, I went and grabbed the cup. I would treasure it, just as I treasured the ribbon she gave me. I tasted the cream of her latte once more, feeling an odd urge to lick the sticky liquid off of myself. I wiped most of it from my face, licking my fingers. It was good, and oddly sexy.
I looked at the cup again, and I noticed something. There was a small, neatly written (well, neat enough to read) note. It read:
We need to talk. Call me.
Ino
On the other side, she wrote her number, not that I needed it. I had already bummed it off of one of her friends and memorized it. I never called, but to know that I had something of Ino's, some way to access her gave me a certain confidence that I had generally lacked.
"Sakura?"
"Hmm?" I asked.
"Are- Are you okay?" He sounded afraid.
"I'm fine, Naruto." I said, monotonously.
"But those girls threw-"
"Fine, Naruto, I am perfectly fine." I interrupted.
"Ah, okay then. Shouldn't you go change?" He asked me.
"I guess. Can you take me home? I need to call someone."
"Sure. I was just about to ask if you minded. I'm getting hungry, so I kinda wanna go fix some ramen. They don't have ramen here. I think that sucks."
"Yeah." I agreed, being somewhat of a fan of traditional Japanese foods rather than the western alternatives that the mall had.
We arrived at my house in about half an hour later and said our good byes. As soon as he was out of sight, I whipped out my phone and dialed Ino's number, heart racing. 'What's she going to say?' I thought, frantically.
The phone rang twice before Ino picked up.
"Hello?" Ino said.
I was too caught up in her air of excitement to really say anything back.
"Um . . hello? Who is this?"
Still, I didn't answer.
"Okay, I'm hanging up now!"
"Wait! Don't hang up, Ino!"
"Who is this then?" Ino asked.
"It's – It's me, Sakura."
"Oh, you actually called."
"Why did you ask me to do this if you didn't expect me to call?" I asked.
"I . . . I wanted to ask you something." Ino said, sounding depressed.
"What?" I said, getting impatient.
"Why were you staring . . at my underwear?"
"I don't know." I said, panicking on the inside.
"Oh . . Well, um, okay then." Ino said. I could feel the awkward atmosphere closing in on me. I needed to change the subject.
"Why are you asking me this?" I asked, chewing the end of my finger to no end.
"Saku-chan, I – I need you to come over. I miss you so bad!"
"Ino, I-"
"Sakura, I don't want us to fight over Sasuke! He's just a big fat jerk! All he cares about is killing his damn brother and fixing his fucking hair-"
"Ino, I told you, I-"
I was forced to pull the phone from my ear and turn it on speaker. Ino's voice blared, "I know, Sakura, you said he was yours and yours alone, but it's not like that! I don't like him! I did at first, but now-" The rest was incomprehensible. She was bawling her eyes out.
Immediately, I started making my way towards Ino's house. I opted to take a short cut and jumped the small fence in our yard, putting me on the path framed by rows of trees, Sakura petals dancing around me as I sprinted full speed to Ino's house.
"I'm coming Ino," I muttered to myself.
"Sakura, what's that noise?" Ino said between sniffles and sobs, "Is your phone breaking up?"
"Nuh-uh . . I . . I'm . . running." I said, breathing raggedly.
"Why?" She said, breathing equally as raggedly.
"Because . . . " I said. I was three blocks from Ino's house now, running full speed. It was getting dark.
"WHY?!" Ino screamed, "I HATE MY LIFE! WHY CAN'T I JUST DIE!"
"Ino . . Don't . . . Say things . . Like that!" I said, nearly in tears. 'Two blocks to go.'
I heard banging sounds in the background, "Why do you hate me Sakura?!" She raved, "I'm going to fucking kill myself, Sakura! It's all your fault!"
"Ino! You can't! . . Please!" I begged, my whole body aching from running and shouting.
"There's no way you're talking me out of this Sakura, not even if you pop up out of nowhere and beg me! It's my turn to be the weakling, the crybaby, whatever! My blood is on your hands Sakura. This is all your fault. Everything is your fucking fault! You ruined everything! I hate you!" Ino screamed, just as I was jumping the fence to her yard.
"Ino! Please, I'm begging you! Don't die!" My heart sank. I was in her yard now, staring up at her form, holding a piece of glass to her throat, threatening to slit it. "Ino, I'll never forgive you if you do this to me." Tears streamed down my face.
"I'm going to do it!"
"NO!" I screamed, picking up a rock and aiming it for her window. I watched as the rock sailed through the air, in what seemed to be slow motion. It hit its target dead on, nailing the center of the frame and putting a size-able dent in it.
"Sakura?"
I watched as the glass shard fell from Ino's hand, her form turning to the window. I clutched the phone at my side staring at Ino with fearful, angry eyes.
"Is – is that you?" Ino opened her window.
I stared up at her, not giving her an answer.
"I – I'm sorry Sakura!" She yelled, without warning.
"Ino."
"Sakura, you came for me."
"How could you do this to me?!" I screamed. I hung up on my phone as well.
"I said I was sorry!"
"How dare you! I was worried!"
Ino burst into tears, "Is this all you came here for?!"
"Ino, please, spare me this drama and let me in. I'm begging you." I said, feeling particularly drained.
She nodded and went downstairs. I hopped over the fence back into the front yard and walked to the front door. Ino let me in, wiping tears from her eyes and leading me up stairs to her room. It looked completely disheveled, not at all like Sakura had remembered it to be. The cute stuffed animals which once were put up so neatly were strewn everywhere now, their former luster lost and forgotten. Ino's clothes and accessories, her treasured belongings, all in deplorable states, stored atop the dirty carpet.
The remnants of what was once Ino's mirror, which was once part of her vanity, now lay in pieces on her floor. Sakura was careful not to step on the glass.
"Ino . . . What happened to you?" I asked in disbelief.
"I don't know." She whispered, "I just want to be with you again." Ino hugged me, but then pulled away, as if my body was made of acid.
"I'm sorry." I murmured, sitting down on her bed.
"You don't have to be . . . This is my fault."
After a few minutes of silence, I said, "Ino?"
"Hm?"
"I just want you to know that . . . I never really liked Sasuke."
"You . . didn't?"
"I hate his guts, Ino."
Her mouth gaped. Could she really have been as dense not to notice?
"Why didn't you ever tell me?"
"I thought I would lose you. I thought that if we were rivals, at least I would be to be around you." I sighed, "I know, you probably hate me for it."
Ino sat down on the bed beside me, staring at the ground.
"Saku-chan, I could never hate you."
I blushed and laid back on the bed. "I'm glad."
Ino followed suit. We took our usual places on the bed, She on the side closest to the wall, and I on the opposite, bodies intertwined.
"Sakura? Don't only couples sleep like this?" Ino asked, "It's kind of weird for two teenage girls to be sleeping in this position. I could see it being normal if we were kids still, but-"
"I like it better this way." I interrupted.
"Okay," Ino resigned herself to nuzzling my collar bone with her face.
"Hey, you remember what your dad said about people who sleep together, right?" I asked, remembering it as if it were yesterday.
"Yeah, but didn't you say you thought he was talking about a different kind of sleeping." I felt her furrowing her brow.
"I miss those days, Ino." I sighed. 'If only you knew how I felt about you,' I thought.
"I know what you mean."
"I love you, Ino." I said suddenly, unable to resist, reminiscing.
"What?"
"You know what your father said about two people who sleep together." I giggled, using that as an excuse to proclaim my love openly, without worrying about her thinking badly of me. I couldn't really reveal how I felt about her. That would be suicide. I had to have a clear sign that she felt the same for me if I was ever to hope to attempt to tell her.
Ino sighed, "I love you too, Saku-chan, now get some sleep."
End Chapter
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