Company Kids

Disclaimer: I will never own Naruto. Unless, you know, my plans for a hostile takeover work out. Ahem, you heard nothing, okay? I also don't own any of the movies mentioned, except for my own copies. I do not endorse bootleg. At least, not in public. Ahem.

A/N: Hey, some of you have been waiting for this update, right? Sorry! Hehe. I'm internetless except for two days a week, so those are the days I update. If the chapter isn't finished by then, it waits until the next week. Reviews make me want to write. *coughcough* hint, hint *coughcough*…..

I'll warn you ahead of time. Prepare for Sakura's little meltdown.

Chapter Two

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Even though it was only about ten at night, I was more than ready to go home. Why did my Father want me to get along with these people so bad? Before he got the job, he wasn't their biggest fans either.

So why now? Had he gone power mad? Did he not realize how much his precious little girl hated these people?

Of course, I wouldn't question him about it. I wouldn't complain. He worked so hard to get this job. Wouldn't I be a terrible person if I made him regret getting the job?

These thoughts weren't the reason I was having a bad night. See, I had tried to go to sleep as early as possible in order to wake up and go home as early as possible. Good plan, right? Well, it would've been.

If that damn Sasori didn't keep trying to rape me every five minutes.

I mean, I was just lying there innocently on the couch. He comes and freaking lies on top of me! Thank goodness for Neji, pulling Sasori away every time he tried something. At least someone is a gentleman. I mean, I still hate the bastard, but at least he's not letting me get molested by the red headed pervert. I don't mean Gaara, by the way.

Gaara brings me to a whole new issue. He refuses to be within ten feet of me, and quickly makes an escape whenever we even see each other. While the rest of us are sleeping in the living room—I called the couch—he's off sleeping on the kitchen floor. What's his problem? I don't have freaking rabies!

Then, a thought crossed my mind. A few of the boys—mostly Gaara, Neji, and Sasuke—gave me wary glances. Maybe they thought I was the fangirl type. That is not okay.

I, Sakura Haruno, do a lot of things, but I most certainly do not fangirl.

I suppose it's somewhat understandable. Nearly the entire female, and a few of the male, population fawned over the handsome company kids. Even Hinata, one of my best friends, had a whopping crush on Naruto.

I can't really blame her. He is quite handsome. They all are. Maybe now that I was a Company Kid, I could set them up. That would be cute. Hinata and Naruto.

It was then that the door rang.

I peeked out from under the red and beige plaid blanket that I had taken from one of the guest rooms, and slid off of the incredibly plush couch. I was wearing a pair of blue and white vertically striped shorts, along with a navy blue tanktop with a little white thread anchor stitched near the left hip. It was cute; I think it looked like a little sailor chick outfit, if only I had the hat.

Naruto rose as well, since it was his house. After I had plopped on the couch and declared that I was going to sleep, he had poked and prodded for me to get up and 'join the fun'. Noticing I refused, the boys eventually and begrudgingly went to sleep, one by one.

I peeked into the hall as he opened his ridiculously extravagant door.

There was a little, mousy looking girl with short, cropped brown hair and braces. She had large, brown doe eyes. I vaguely recognized her as a student from the middle school, although I had no idea what her name was. I had seen her at a few of the school festivals, where I worked.

She spoke up in a cute, shy voice, "Hello, Mr. Naruto," She fidgeted with a yellow box, "I made y-you some chocolate, and I was hoping you'd a-accept them." She looked up innocently, "I made them with love."

Even though he was turned around, I knew Naruto was using one of those trademark charming, crowd winning smiles of his. "Thank you."

She squeaked with joy, and practically floated to the car where it appeared her older sister was waiting. I smiled. That was cute. Childhood crushes were so adorable. The little girl was only in about fourth grade, and still quite tiny.

Naruto closed the door, and, without facing me, dumped the box into a small, metal trash can.

My eyes widened with shock. I mean, I might have been able to understand if he'd at least eaten one. Maybe. But… he just threw them away without a second thought. That girl made them with love, and he just threw it all away.

He threw her love away.

"Sakura," He looked surprised to see me up, and a vague recognition flashed through his eyes. He knew I'd seen what he did, and it was probably obvious on my face that I didn't approve. "Sakura, we have our own food. I'd get fat if I ate everything those girls made me. You understand, right? It's ridiculous to eat everything you get. I had to throw it away, we have too much. You understand, don't you?"

"No, Naruto," I snapped quickly, "I don't understand." Is that how he felt? He just throws her love away, because he has too much? She was a child, and he threw her love away.

Just like he threw me away.

That sudden thought send a wave of anger through me. Is that how it is? He had too many new, better friends, so he didn't want me anymore?

Screw that. I have my own friends, thank you very much.

I stormed into the living room, grabbing my bad in one hand, and slipping my cell phone into the other. I dialed furiously, and I heard the Company Kids stirring as they woke up from the noise. Oooh, did I wake them up? Too bad!

"Sakura," It was Deidara's voice, "What are you doing, yeah?"

I ignored him, pressing one last button. A sleepy voice answered, "Hello? Sakura?"

"Ino," I hissed, "Get the gang. Meet me at the new address. We're having a sleepover."

"Sakura, what happened?" Ino asked. She knew me to well. She continued, "You sound angry. I thought your dad wanted you to sleepover with those stupid Company Kids. Did they do something to piss you off?"

A vague murmur or resentment spread through the living room. I felt myself smirk. That's right, you arrogant bastards. I had it on speaker phone. That's what we think of you. You're stupid little Company Kids, who make themselves big by making everyone else small.

Well, I was sick of being stomped on by their arrogant attitudes my whole life, and one night here was one too many. "Yes," I spoke into the phone, surprising myself with the amount of venom laced into my words, "I hate them. I want my real friends to come over, and I don't give a hot damn if that's against their creepy little cult. I don't want anything to do with them. Ever."

"Alright," Ino replied softly, taking a long pause. If I know Ino, I'm sure a slow grin is spreading across her face, "Girl, you need ice cream and some action movies. I'll go wake everyone up, and we'll be there in twenty. Peace."

"Peace," I mumbled, shutting my phone. I made my way to the front door, when I felt a hand around my wrist.

I turned, my eyes narrowed. I almost softened a little bit. They were all standing there, even Gaara, wide eyed and hurt looking. I almost felt bad. Almost.

It was Naruto that grabbed my wrist. It was the saddest thing I've ever seen. He was teary eyed, and he looked like an upset little school boy whose first crush told him she'd rather die than date him. It was pitiable.

But then I remembered standing alone while he chatted with a younger Sasuke, Neji, and Gaara, never giving me a second glance. I remember sniffling, and a hand rested on my shoulder. I looked up to see a girl with four, wheat blonde pigtails. She gave me a cheesy smile, and said, "Don't worry about it. They're dickheads. Come sit with us." There was a boy with dark brown hair, and a girl with white eyes and short, purple hair. I smiled softly and nodded, following them to a table full of people.

That was the day I'd met my real friends. Before that, Naruto had left me to sit alone.

I had to remember that now, no matter how much he looked like a kicked puppy. I had friends that actually cared. Naruto Uzumaki was not one of them.

I smacked his hand, and freed myself from his grip. I turned, walking out the door. I suddenly froze, and turned to face the group through the still open door. I reached into my bag, pulling out a wad of cloth. I tossed it at Naruto, shouting my last words at the upset blonde.

"Keep your damn pants!"

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Halfway down the street, I realized none of them were following me. Good! My cheeks felt wet from salty tears, and I speed walked to my front door.

If my neighbors were watching, I must've looked totally ridiculous. A young girl, at night, stomping down the street in her pajamas, crying like a child. Yes, I must've looked like a child. I slammed the door open, and saw my mother at the kitchen table.

She looked up, surprised. Instead of chastising me, she walked to the refrigerator. This is why I loved her. She didn't need to nag me about coming home from a sleepover. She pulled out the milk jug, her dark, emerald orbs focusing intently as she poured the milk into a navy blue mug. Putting it inside the microwave, she waited for the beep. Afterwards, she mixed some Hershey's syrup in with a small, silver spoon, and placed a few mini marshmallows inside.

I took the mug with a small smile. My mother wrapped her arms around my shoulder, and whispered, "I never liked Naruto anyway. Besides, their parents were total douchebags at the company picnics I went to with your father. Those Company Kids suck."

Yeah. This is why I love my mother. She understood why I didn't like them. She understood that it was wrong for them to treat people that way.

I smiled, rubbing my eyes, "The gang's going to be here soon."

Mother glanced at the clock. It was ten thirty two. She smirked at me, "I'll make some lasagna. It's your favorite."

I felt myself giggle, and I hugged her, "Thanks, Mama."

She patted my head, "I was worried they were going to rape you or something."

"Oh," I rolled my eyes dramatically, "Sasori tried. Ugh. Don't worry Mom, I kneed him like you told me to."

She nodded approvingly, "Good girl. If your father was in his right mind, and not being a crazed workaholic right now, I'm sure he'd be proud. You can brag tomorrow."

The doorbell rang, and I practically ran over to the door. I opened it, and Ino Yamanaka tackled me, squealing. "Sakura," She shrieked, "I brought a shovel, and do we need to kill them?"

"What?" I snorted, "No, no, no, no, no! Ino, murder isn't the answer!"

Ino gave me a serious face, her pastel blue eyes darkening, and her light blonde hair unruly, "Yes it is." She had on her lavender set of pajamas, with white lace on the collar and hems. She had bright purple slippers, and she was holding a large bag of chips. The shovel must be in the car.

Kankouro and Temari came in next. Kankouro wore a black shirt, and his dark brown hair was ruffled and messy. He had dark purple sweatpants on, and his scowl softened when he saw me. I must've looked like a mess. He patted my head and muttered, "Ino, go get me the shovel."

I snorted, "Kankouro, one's your brother!"

"All the more reason to hit him twice as hard," Temari huffed, her four wheat blonde pigtails wavering with fury. She crossed her arms over her army green pajama shirt. "He shouldn't be treating our adorable Sakura badly. Right Kankouro?" She smirked and raised an eyebrow at the blushing teen.

Hinata entered, wrapping a thin arm around Sakura and giving her a reassuring hug, "W-w-was it my c-cousin? W-was he m-mean to you?" Her short, dark purple hair was cropped at the end of her small, heart shaped face. Her eyes were the color of pearls, and she looked concerned.

"No," I assured her, "In fact, he saved me from being raped by Sasori." I then realized that probably wasn't the smartest thing to say to a group of angry teens.

"What?" A smooth voice hissed. I turned to see Kimimaro. His long, silver hair hung loose, and his light green eyes were narrowed, "I'll kill them."

"See?" Ino prodded me, "I knew we'd need the shovel!"

"No," I sighed, "No one's killing anyone! I just want to hang out, until the weekend's over and I have to go to school. Is that too much to ask?" I looked at Kimimaro imploringly with large, puppy dog eyes.

"Fine," He muttered, turning away.

I smiled victoriously. Sucker. "So," I glanced around, "Where's Lee and Sai?"

As if on cue, Lee burst into the room, clad in green pajamas, "Sakura!" He bobbed energetically, his short black bowl cute wavering as he moved, "We brought ice cream."

Sure enough, Sai came in, holding a large tub of chocolate ice cream. He gave a fake smile, and I jumped forward to hug him. "Wow, Ugly, did you miss me that much?"

I rolled my eyes at his oh-so-adorable pet name for me, "No way. I just want the ice cream."

He gave a small smile, "Cute. You'll get fat."

I took the tub of ice cream, holding it protectively against my chest, "It'll be well worth it." I smiled innocently, pulling the top off and tossing it onto the marble countertop. I pulled a silver spoon out and took a bite of the creamy, chocolate-y goodness. Yum. I could practically hear the hallelujah chorus.

"So," Ino poked me in the side with a well-manicured finger, "You going to tell us what those jerk offs did or what?"

"I don't really want to talk about them," I sighed, my ice cream induced bliss ruined by the mention of those meat heads, "Let's pop in those action movies. I got a new television, you know. Whoever said bribery was wrong has simply never been a teenage girl who was brought into moving willingly due to a big, pretty television."

"Right, right," Hinata held up a stack of DVD cases, "W-we have I-Independence Day, the Transformers Series i-including the n-new one on bootleg, K-Kick Ass, Z-Zombieland, and a bunch of o-other stuff."

I smiled brightly, "I love you people."

My mother shouted from the Kitchen, "Have fun! Lasagna will be done soon, so I'll call you down! Condoms are in the top right drawer in the bathroom, okay?"

"Mom!" I shouted playfully. She did that whenever any boy came over. You'd think my numbskulls would be used to it, but they always blush. It's quite adorable. Those innocent little rascals.

Man, I love these people.

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A/N: Yay, ending this chapter on a happy note! The girl with the chocolate is just a random fangirl. She's not important, and will not be used later in this story. Sakura's mother is made up as well.

Okay, Sakucentric spotlight! On every update, I'll include a story I highly recommend. This update's Sakucentric Spotlight features…

Lovely Monsters by doodlebug720

She's a close personal friend of mine, and normally I wouldn't put the spotlight on someone I know in real life (Can you say BIAS. We have the same first name. Coincidences are fun.), but I'm making an exception. Why? Simple. She's confided in me that she is considering quitting fanfiction. Well, she won't listen to me. She says people won't miss it, and she's not inspired like she used to be. So, go harass her with reviews and PMs. Don't let her quit! She's going to kill me if she reads this.

Anyway, about her story. It's this really cool story about Sakura, who is raised by her abused Father. She ends up involved in this huge conspiracy involving escaped experiments and a pretty freaky family history. I've read all of her roughs for future chapters, and you will not BUH-LIEVE the ending. So, bug her to continue, because I promise, it's worth it. I found the conspiracy entertaining. She hasn't announced her retirement yet, so go PM her! Now! Cha!

I'm sorry for ruining your retirement surprise, Ginny-chaaaan. Don't kill me?

G.C.