Lesbianism
Disclaimer: Really guys, we've been through this like a thousand times, I never owned Naruto.
Author's Note: I'm really sorry for the really long delay. I hate people who take long on chapters and I guess I hate myself too. I hope you don't hate me! So... here's chapter six. Hooray! Thanks for the reviews, and the people who liked my story very much. I like you too! And I like the people who still stuck to my story like glue. I love you all, and I will give you cookies!
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Okay I ate them all, but I'll give you cookies next time!
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Chapter Six: The Letter, The Cookies and The Neighbor
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RING!
And there goes, a good hour of Pre-Calculus, ending the period with sighs of relief from the students, especially Sakura. Who was more than relieved, she was stumped (and a little surprised) considering she copied off of Sasuke's quiz paper, I mean, that was really nice of him.
It still made her wonder though, why would he do such a thing? Not that she was accusing anything from him, but she was just shocked. I bet he was just trying to get my attention, or he was trying to make me fall for him. Tch, stupid, cocky, arrogant, (sexy) jerk!
"Sakura?" A voice rang through her (inappropriate) thoughts, and guess who it was, Sasuke; the guy she least expected.
"Oh, uh... Hey, Uchihaa..." She awkwardly spoke to him, playing with the hem of her shirt, "Um... I-I have a question, and you better answer!"
He did his infamous (sexyhotgoddamnirresistable) smirk again and nodded his head slowly, his eyes not wanting to tear away from her (beautifulgorgeous) face.
Sasuke stared and looked at her for a question; a question that she had a hard time asking him (all because of the Adonis face! Damn you Uchiha Sasuke!). Finally she sighed and shrugged her shoulders, leaning on the chair for support; she completely spoke to him with confidence (and with a shaking inner).
"Why the hell did you help me cheat?"
He chuckled at her stupidity. Yes he thought she was stupid, why? Because it was obvious, too obvious. Can't she get the hints he was dropping? The clues that was on left on the track?
"Well? Anytime today, Mr. Stick-Up-My-Ass?" She snapped her fingers in front of him, yet he remains motionless.
He chuckled once again, pushing away her two fingers and remained as stoic as before. And after a few (killer) seconds, he replied, "You're so stupid, Haruno."
He kissed her forehead...
And he left.
He left...
He. Left.
He. Fuckin. Left.
"UCHIHA!"
He felt a bit guilty leaving her like that, but she'll figure it out once he drops more hints.
A big, loud honk soon interrupted his thoughts. He slowly turned and saw a familiar, silver Aston Martin One-77 right up the driveway. Nothing but girls surrounding the car as the owner stepped out.
"Hyuuga." The said man smirked and eyed the man right in front of him. "Uchiha, it is nice to see you again."
"Shut up." The man, with eyes of white, merely chuckled and couldn't really keep his mouth shut. Instead, he further talked to the boy, his pearls glowed with amusement.
"Such a greeting," he walked closer, and soon they were about ten inches apart. "I should expect from a disrespectful clan."
He growled, but still kept his stance and cool. He wouldn't want to be making a scene, again. "Is there anything you want, Hyuuga? Before you diss anything more about my clan,"
"Oh nothing, nothing," he scoffed, crossing his arms, "just wanting to say 'hello' to an old friend of mine. I wanted to tell you about the Konoha Private High School, it is... Absolutely amazing there."
Sasuke growled under his breath, it was always Sasuke's dream to study in KPHS, but instead, he was stuck here. That made his clan very, very disappointed, especially to his father, who had favoured Itachi more than Sasuke.
Sasuke was very intelligent indeed, he was also handsome, rich and extremely best at everything (basketball, chess, even at cooking!) But he had this one flaw, and this flaw was his temper. It was not just any other temper, but a really, really bad temper. That's what caused him to move here, the school for the bad boys (and maybe girls).
"How's life here, hm? Found a girlfriend, yet or did you kill another idiot?"
Sasuke couldn't help but be aggravated to the man, and grabbed him by the collar and started at him with his burning onyx eyes turning into fiery red; and people called it the Blazing Sharingan. They say that the Blazing Sharingan could transport you into your worst nightmares and it could haunt you until your funeral. Some people do say that they create the nightmares and it will haunt you for days, weeks, even for months.
But it really wasn't true, none of it was true. Yet, there is a secret hidden between those red, vermillion eyes.
Just when Sasuke was about to punch the living daylights out of the boy with white eyes, a hand was placed on his shoulder, signalling him to stop. Sasuke ignored the hand's touch, while the hand squeezed his shoulder tighter.
He let go of the collar, and the Hyuuga fell to the ground.
"Neji," the man—which appeared to be Itachi—gestured the Hyuuga to leave. He bowed politely, "I guess I should leave, but I was going to tell you this,"
The Hyuuga handed Sasuke an envelope with his name on the back. "I think it's best if I leave, I will see you, very soon, I believe."
He bowed to the two Uchiha, and left to his car. The engine roared and soon it was out of site and in to the highway.
The youngest Uchiha eyed the document placed on his hands, it clearly was a letter but who was it from? It clearly scared him a bit, but at the same time, he was curious.
"Sasuke," the sixteen-year-old did not move his gaze away from the envelope, "Otouto, let's go home,"
Sasuke raised his stare from the envelope and looked to nowhere, "Hey aniki, what... what do you think is inside of the letter?"
The said man sighed; this was quite unusual, "I wouldn't know, I don't think I'd even want to know."
The younger one sighed this time, "Alright."
"Come on; let's go home before mother gets a stroke."
"And he just left? JUST LIKE THAT!" Ino was literally shouting at the top of her lungs and everyone (even outside) heard her. Hell, you could hear her at a twenty-mile radius.
Sakura sighed for the nth time, "Yes, yes he did Ino."
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT GUY THINKING!" Ino couldn't really keep her rage down, but it wasn't that big a deal. It was just that Sasuke Uchiha kissed her in the mid time of Lunch, let her copy off his answers for the pop quiz in Math, and left her in the middle of the classroom and kissed her forehead.
Okay, maybe it was a big deal.
"Ino-Pig, please, just ignore the fucking guy." Sakure restrained herself from slapping her own cheek. Okay so, she can't really ignore the guy. Maybe because he was everywhere. Or maybe because he was following her every step. Or maybe because he was to hot and—
Wait a minute. Did she just say hot?
Okay it's the truth, and the truth hurts. The guy is hot, really, really hot.
"So... Do you like him? Be honest, forehead!"
"Well—"
"Because I totally see you two together—"
"Pig!"
"—and it's totally adorable! I mean, opposites attract right!"
"Pig! GOD YOUR VOICE IS LIKE... LIKE..."
"Wow, nice comeback. I expected better from a tomboy." Sarcasm dripped from the words, and Sakura hates sarcasm (not if she was saying it!)
"Anywaaaaays, my house or your house?"
"Mine, and make sure you don't break anything with that voice of yours or my mother's going to have my head." Sakura started to head to the main doors and through the streets.
"Alright, alright forehe—Hey wait up!"
She ran right through the doors and eventually caught up with the rosette. Finally they stopped in front of a large house (woaah!)
"Forehead, you live here? You do know Sasuke lives nearby your house, right?"
How could I know that!
I live near an egotistical bastard who clearly hasn't heard of the dictionary!
Grr. He's such a bitch.
"No, and I don't plan to see him too," (sigh) "Come on, let's go up to my room before my throws cookies at you."
Ino blinks twice before rhetorically answering her statement, "Your mom bakes cookies? Are they good?"
Sakura doesn't want to lie, especially when it comes to her mom's cooking. And what her mom cooks (and/or bake) is amazing.
"I'm not going to lie to you Ino, but they are the best! I have clearly no idea what she puts in those,"
"Great, we have to get a batch!"
"Sure," Sakura reluctantly opened the door to her house, and smelled something good... Something like... Cookies. Yay!
"Mom, you baking cookies?" She asked, Ino and her peeking at the side of the kitchen, smelling the fragrance of the delicious chocolate chip cookies. Mmm... So good.
Her mom stepped out of the kitchen, still wearing her apron, holding a tray of cookies. "Actually I just finished—oh! Who's your friend, Saku-Chan?"
"Hi Mrs. Haruno! My name's Ino and as you can see; I'm already a big fan of your cookies!"
"Oh please, call me Hana, Ino-Chan! And grab a cookie; I have enough to feed an army!" Ino beamed and grabbed a cookie. After her first bite, her smile brightened and grab a handful of cookies and shoved it all in her mouth.
"Ino, you're going to look more like a pig if you keep doing things like that,"
"Moreheadmmmph!"
She laughed contently at her new friend's antics, "If you don't mind mom, we'll be taking the cookies and be doing the homework upstairs in my room,"
"Sure, sure," she said and handed the silver tray to them both.
"Oh by the way, I met someone today, her name's Mikoto," she rambled on, "and she'll be coming over! I heard she has a son about the same age as you, Saku-Chan!"
"Hmm... Really,"
"Anyways, I heard his name's—"
Knock, knock, knock!
"There she is!" She moved to door and revealed a woman who looked like she was at her late thirties' or early forties'. She had long hair, onyx eyes and probably the brightest smile in the world. Sakura and Ino looked at each other and then back to the woman. She looks vaguely familiar... Like...
"Hana-Chan!"
"Mikoto-Chan!"
"Ohayo Hana-Chan, look I brought my son with me, my youngest son!"
"Oh, and here's my daughter, Sakura!"
Sakura politely stepped near her mom, while the youngest son stepped right next to her mom. His head was down and his hands were on his pockets. He had spiky hair and black ones like—
Sasuke! Is that you? IS THAT YOU?
His mom's practically a sweetheart, while he's... an Ass!
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He must get it from his dad.
Poor thing.
"Oh Mikoto, he's handsome!" Her mom clasped her hands together and pinched the cheeks of the boy. He glowed bright pink, just a little. It was microscopic. Really tiny.
"Oh thank you Hana! But I must say your daughter is adorable! Just look at her pink hair— Oh and those pretty green eyes! She looks so innocent!" Sakura twitched inwardly. She is not innocent!
"So what's your name?" Sakura looked at the boy (she knew she was Sasuke, she just loved to tease!) with his face still down and his hands still in his pocket. When he didn't respond her mother slapped his arm.
"Hn, it's Sasuke." He glared at the girl.
Sakura was right! It is Sasuke, *le gasp!