Monopoly

By: seethroughglass

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Period Four: Lunch

"So…then what happened?" I asked Ino carefully as we walked, swerving around an apparently occupied Freshman. We were walking through the halls, curving away from the oblivious idiots we like to call Seniors, trying not to sneer at the Juniors—we have this competition between each other—who glared too long at us, maneuvering our way through the flirting Sophomores in our class, and eventually, without much trouble more than almost slipping on the 'Wet Floor' sign (yes, the sign itself) we reached the end of the hallway. You can call me a beast, yes, I do not mind. I assure you it is okay.

Ino flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder. "Okay, then—tell me why, but—he thought it was totally okay to just go to sleep while I was in the middle of my conversation with him. Like, ugh, who does that?"

I laughed lowly to myself, only to avoid The Evil Ino Eye. Somehow, she'd ended up having all her morning classes with Shikamaru, and, apparently, this week she's mad at him. I mean, I am somewhat peeved at him to—he got us pulled over for Pete's Sake—but this up and down rollercoaster going on with the two of them! Soon enough, when the two are together again (because, they will be back together) she'll be happy about her schedule.

I reached my hand out to grasp the door handle of the exit of Building A, and shrugged. "I don't know, Shikamaru bums?"

We were heading toward the Lunchroom in Building B, which was only a brisk walk away, if you don't include the massive people traffic in the way. I felt the urge to pull out a mega speaker and yell in it, thus causing all these stupid people to CLEAR.

Ino was already on that, though, standing tall, fumed, and wide on the highest step, wind blowing her hair in a Medusa-like fashion. Her sea blue eyes narrowed. "Scatter!"

Like a bunch of annoying ass pigeons, the Juniors and Sophomores chatting and eating on the stairs jumped, yelped, and some even screeched before they scurried away from the middle, pressing themselves to the rails. A beat or two passed before my best friend smiled a wide, toothy grin.

"Come on, Forehead!" She gripped my hand before I could refuse, yanking me down the stairs, forcing me to keep pace with her. My heart was pounding in my ears when she pointed like a freak toward Building B, "I see your maaan!" She sung with a giggle.

My apple green eyes widened in shock then narrowed back to normal. "What man?" I semi-screeched, ripping my hand from her monster grip. A cool summer breeze ruffled some leaves on the huge oak tree above us, and with the wind, it seemed that Ino's gaze hardened.

"Whad'ya mean 'What man'? I thought you said you were going out with—"

I pressed a hand onto her lip-glossed lips in a rush, and just as quickly, I turned my expression evil, and sneered at her. "No!"

"Bub I dought dat you thaid yes!"

"…Well, yeah, I did, but…" I shrugged, "I don't know if I want to be in the spotlight like that."

Her face distorted when I removed my hand, placing it into my pocket. "Sakura! Do you know how many people would kill to be the girlfriend of—"

"INO!" I growled, slapping my palm back onto her face with a smack. "Do you not see that just about every girl on campus is listening to our conversation—" Just then the Courtyard came to an eerie hush, an audible sound of heads turning away from us echoing in the open air. I almost rolled my eyes, "And, shoot me if this is dumb, but, I don't think it'd be a good idea to have the whole school knowing that I go out with…the guy I go out with. Too much drama. Too much attention. Too much too much. I like him, yeah, but…I don't know if I like him enough to want to battle all of his fan girls."

The blonde girl sighed, her shoulders slumping down. Then, she took my hand off her mouth as if it was a limp noodle—which, btw, it is (because I do not work out on a schedule during the summer)—and groaned. "So you're saying you want to keep the potential relationship of the year on hush-hush because you're afraid of the competition?"

I nodded.

"Even if it could send you from Popular Lame to Popular Popular?"

I shrugged, contemplated, and then nodded.

"Even though you've been in love with the guy since…I don't know…birth?"

I frowned. "Shut the fuck up."

"You're not denying it," She teased, smiling, and skipping to the Cafeteria. After a couple seconds of staring at her back and wishing she would spontaneously blow up like some new type of blue-eyed blonde-haired firecracker, I stomped on a random leaf, crunching it, and followed her.

Once I got up to her she sighed again. "Sakura, no relationship comes without hills and valleys. With me and Shikamaru…," She glared at a random leaf, "it's Temari-whore. With you and you-know-who, it's the massive army of fan girls. And don't you think for one second that you don't have your own fan club either."

My heart skipped a beat. I never thought of myself pretty or special, or at least special enough to have my own club. That is outrageous enough, but…somehow believable. I smiled wide. "Thanks, Ino-pig."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," She replied, waving it away, "Thank me by buying my lunch cuz I'm hun-gah-ree!"

Sasuke grunted, throwing a huge math book and a brand new red spiral notebook on the wood-finished, long, rectangular lunch table, squeezing onto the bench in his reserved corner, leaning his back against the wall. That was always his seat. No one dared to sit there after what happened to Suigetsu, one of Naruto's friends from some summer camp. It's safe to say that the pale swim star was afraid to look at water for months. Good thing it was during the off-season.

The Uchiha sighed, twirling the pencil in between his middle and forefingers at a blinding speed, sliding his eyes closed.

All the lunchroom chatter, clattering noises, vending machines humming, lunch ladies calling, cash registers dinging, and over-exuberant laughter disappeared, as did the bright white fluorescent lighting, the ugly gray and red tiling on the floor, the even more disgusting uniforms, and the plain inedible food. It was replaced by soothing sound of wind blowing, the delicious scent of strawberries flooding his senses. Green was everywhere, green trees, leaves, grass and pastel, pretty, green eyes big and doe like.

Pink hair blew in the breeze, a contagious smile rising onto her lips that were so soft…

"OI! Teme what's wrong with your face? You're actually smiling!"

Sasuke's dark, impassive, everlasting eyes opened in a snap, his small, content, at ease smile falling into a grimace. He scoffed, opening his book to the seventh page, turning the cover of his notebook over. "Go eat some ramen, dead last," He muttered, writing the heading on his paper in near-perfect script.

Naruto smile only widened when his friend stopped halfway between writing the word 'Rewrite', and his eyes phased away into a state that could only be labeled as 'Day Dream'. The blonde irritator snickered. "You're thinking about Sakura-chan, aren't—"

"No," Sasuke barked with a little too much force, making Shikamaru wake up and eye him for a moment. The Uchiha combed through his hair with a hand, and finished tiredly, "I wasn't."

"Yeah, um, you kind of were! What else could make you, the almighty Sasuke Uchiha, space out like that!" His blue eyes narrowed, and he inched closer to his friend, studying for any sign of untruth in the (honestly) dark navy blue Uchiha eyes. "Tell me you weren't thinking about Sakura."

Sasuke closed his eyes and let out a stressed breath. "Dobe…"

"NO! Tell me without any hint of untruth that you weren't thinking about your—"

Naruto's heart stopped and he scooted hesitantly away from his best friend, eyes wide in fear for his life. You know why? Because, for one, his eyes looked kind of, sort of, REALLY red if you looked at them for too long, that glare freaking showed you how many different ways you could die by his hand, and three…well, his jaw tensed and he made this noise. Like a snake.

The blonde's mouth dropped open when realization hit him.

Did Sasuke really just hiss? Like…sss sss hisss…hiss?

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That's weird.

Nevertheless, Naruto groaned. "Sasuke-teme! Stop being an ass, already!" His speech was slightly deterred when the called looked up from his notebook, a gaze as deadly as a burning inferno aimed at him, to which Naruto just rolled his eyes. "See—that-that glaring thing you do; yeah, it's got to go if you want the fan girls to believe you and Sakura."

The dark eyes narrowed, though no one except Naruto would know that that gesture meant Sasuke was now listening.

"Okay, so, I was talking to the Mom about it, right, and she said when she was in high school that if she thought that two people were going out and she liked the guy, she gave them a few days and if she never saw anything or heard anything, she would safely say that they were just friends or that they just were major flirts for each other, and that it was then free territory for her and anyone else."

Sasuke put down his pencil, staring at his friend with eyes as patient as possible, which wasn't all to patient.

"Have you ever thought that maybe your mom and her issues are different than mine are? That maybe it's a little more complicated than me using a choice girl to get rid of unwanted things that I could probably deal with in the end on my own?"

"No." The blonde answered, quickly shaking his head from left to right, arranging his own meal in front of him, something that would've and should've been done minutes ago. He shrugged after he opened a bag of Lays plain potato chips. "But, congrats, Teme, I think that was the most you've ever said without out adding 'Hn' or 'Aa' or glaring at inanimate objects in a long time. Good job, buddy."

Sasuke tensed his jaw. There're some people in the world that you just can't fix.

"You finished yet?" I asked him in between bites of my apple, eyes twinkling in hilarity at his reaction, which, in case you're wondering, was hilarious. If it came from anyone else, then, meh, it wouldn't have been as funny, but when Sasuke Uchiha bites too hard into a Twinkie and the marshmallow kind of, well, you know, explodes all on his face…

I busted up into hysterical hysterics, laughing so hard that I was clutching my stomach, tears dancing at the corners of my eyes.

He glared derisively. "Shut up before I use your hair as a napkin."

I grinned but gave him one of my extra napkins, just for the sake of being nice. And saving my hair. But, don't tell anyone else that. It was hard enough getting him to stop glaring at me for sitting next to him—Kiba said it had something to do with that being Sasuke's area…whatever—but even longer trying to convince him that, yes, lunch was a meal, and, yes, food was necessary in so-called meal.

Once I'd eaten every single morsel of my delicious lunch, all I had left was dessert, which was a Twinkie, and, well…that is currently on someone's face.

"Is that hard; writing out all those mathematical terms and such, Sasuke-kun?" I asked, scooting closer toward him and eyeing the seventieth page of his math book and furrowing my eyebrows at some formula that I'd never seen before in my whole life.

He drew an underline under what I guessed was a vocabulary word with careful fingers, and I couldn't help but notice that his handwriting was almost better than mine was. Now, it wasn't girly or dainty or anything, just that every letter looked the same, as if he were a computer, and his writing was fresh off a keyboard, from a font. Still, it wasn't plain or robotic. There was personality there…I shook my head, clearing my thoughts.

I really should consider listening to Ino next time she says I think too far into things, turning every little thing someone does into something philosophical. Even so, I thought, looking at how straight that underline turned out, I think I have something going for me when I think like that. I can tell that Sasuke, he's always been held to a certain standard so close to perfect, and no matter how much he knows he should want to reach that standard, he doesn't want to because he knows he'll lose himself.

The sound of him clearing his throat shook me from my thoughts, and my eyes snapped upwards, only because Ma always taught me to look people in the eye when they're talking to you.

"It's not hard at all, really," He answered before turning another page in his notebook, flipping printed-paper in the book as well. "Anko probably won't even check it in. I'm stopping at page twenty."

I laughed, and he raised a dark eyebrow. "What?"

"You still have Twinkie on your face," I informed through giggles. He rolled his eyes, as if saying silently, "Where?"

My eyes fell onto his cheek, and then I lifted my hand, pressing it in the same area on my own face, jabbing my thumb into the puffiness. "About right here…," I said slowly, and he mirrored me, touching the white marshmallow, but instead of wiping it clean, Sasuke wiped down his entire cheek, like some tribal mark.

I smiled, laughing softly. That is epic fail.

So, I turned on the bench so I was facing him, and I sat on my knees. "Let me get it," I said shakily, because, well I was currently dealing with my heart pounding so hard that it made my arms shake like Jell-o, my face flame red.

"Aa."

I was vaguely aware of what was going on around me, or that I was basically in his lap, and Naruto and Kiba—those damn loudmouths—were currently rounding up girls like the were cows who needed to be fenced in at our table, or the sounds of cameras snapping. I wasn't focused on the silent, "You go girl," from TenTen, or the clapping sound of she and Ino sharing a high five.

It was like I was in a trance the moment I found the guts to lift my gaze up and like two opposite magnets, my eyes immediately locked to his, and I was stuck without option, staring at all the different shades of black, the slate, gray, obsidian, and if I looked real hard, if I allowed myself, I could see small little lines of navy blue. What shocked me more than anything did, though, was that unlike what I would expect, I could see myself reflected in his eyes, I could see him boring into my emerald orbs.

My heart pounded harder than ever in my chest, and my conscious was running around in circles screaming, "LICK OFF THE TWINKIE; LICK IT OFF! LICK IT—"

A flaming blush turned my entire face red at the thought, and before my perverted inner could think of another thing for me to lick, I lifted my thumb, pressing it softly to the surprisingly smooth skin of his cheek, clearing the marshmallow off a little too slowly, and I knew it. I knew I wasn't just rubbing the filling off, I was freaking caressing his cheek, following that line of marshmallow down his jaw line and stopping right before his lips that looked so damn inviting right about now…

Without thought or conscious, I could feel myself moving closer to him, his head tilting just that way perfect for capturing my lips in his, my eyes falling half-lidded at each closing centimeter. My breath hitched with the audience's gasp, and I could literally feel how near our lips were, how much I just wanted to kiss him.

"BRRII-IIINNNNNG!"

The lunch bell rang—actually, it's the 'ten minutes until your next class bell'—and I hurriedly jumped off Sasuke and onto the ground, leaving the bench completely and onto my ass. Stumbling onto my feet and trying to ignore the teasing cackles from the people that were watching, the guilty expression mirrored on both Kiba and Naruto's mouth, I cleared my throat, the salty taste of tears filling it.

"I—um—got it," I grasped my wrist, wringing it out of nerves. "Sorry I took so long."

I JUST MADE MYSELF LOOK LIKE A SLUT IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE DAMN SCHOOL! I was crying mentally! Like, who gets that close to somebody just to remove Twinkie filling from that somebody's cheek? I don't know, maybe a slut? I just really wanted to bang my head repeatedly on a wall, but to suffice I just bit my lip and apologized again to the blank expression playing on Sasuke's face. "Really, I am. I got…distracted."

He blinked twice, slowly, and then gathered his books robotically, walking past me without any word at all, looking like a confused sleepwalker the whole while. The lunchroom hushed—great, the whole school really did see—as he walked out, the big doors closing the only sound echoing through the area. Naruto slurped down the last of his ramen and groaned, skipping off the bench and then running out of the room, all the while calling, "SASUKE-TEME! That was not cool!"

As soon as the doors slammed closed, the rest of the boys at our table got up, grumbling about how bastardly that was of him to just walk off like that, and breaking through the crowd once again. It was then that I gathered enough courage to actually look at the people, each of them staring at me with ogling eyes, as if I was some alien or new item.

…damn all Twinkies to fucking hell, I thought as my gaze fell on the fan girls glowering at me, some of them pointing and laughing, others pounding their fists together (as if they can beat me up), but most just staring in pure shock that I actually did that. I don't know why I was letting them bother me…they're just a bunch of girls that probably will never do more than annoy Sasuke, but, I'm one girl, and they're a freaking mob.

Before I could start crying like the freaking waterfall I wanted to embody, Ino, Hinata, and TenTen swarmed to me, enveloping me in both a comforting and protective hug. And you had better be sure I cried then.

Why?

Because I can, I feel like it, and I am, bitch.

Period Five: History

Morino Ibiki

It wasn't until the whole lunchroom cleared that the four of us—me, Ino, Hinata, and TenTen—walked out of the room and made our way to TenTen's locker. We stopped first at TenTen's, since the Junior's homerooms were in this building, and hence there lockers were as well. None of us lowerclassmen felt like walking all the way to Building A just to come back to B anyway, especially not me.

Her fingers twirled around the lock, and in seconds her locker creaked open and slammed closed, a jacket, tote bag, and a few school supplies in her arms. I could tell she was trying to go fast, not to be rude, but that she really did not want to be late to her next class, since, generally, her teachers are stricter on the 'Three Tardies, One Detention' rule.

"I-If it h-he-helps, I bet Naruto-kun is sorry, Sakura," Hinata said quietly while we walked through the virtually empty hallway toward TenTen's Gym class which she was definitely going to be late to now, because of me.

I shook my head, wiping my cheeks. "It's not his fault, though, H-Hinata-chan. And, you guys really don't have t-to come with me. I'm fine." I forced a fake smile to rise on my face, and I could tell just by looking at the plainly unconvinced looks on my friends' faces that I was doing a worse job at smiling than Sai.

Ino shook her head quickly and hugged me, making me jump at the sudden embrace. "No way, Sakura! Not when your mascara is freaking running down your face, when your tears are big and puffy, your cheeks are so wet that you're probably staining my shirt right now, and your eyes are red like a Crayola crayon. I'm a better friend than that."

"Dang, Ino. You make me and Hinata seem like criminals for wanting to want to get an education," TenTen muttered to herself, but loud enough, purposefully, for my blonde best friend to hear.

The hug was yanked apart. "Shut up, TenTen! Whad'ya mean you and Hinata? Hinata's staying with—"

The meek heiress shrugged. "S-Sorry. I have a Business & Management class that Father will be sure to call and ask about later. I've already missed fifteen minutes…"

"Which means I am officially late to Gym," TenTen chimed.

Ino glared at them. "Fine! You two go 'learn' while I take Sakura to the nurse."

Period Six: Gym

Maito Gai

Rin-san was one of the nicest women in the entire school, really kind and understanding, and therefore a perfect nurse. She would let students come in and just stay, if there reasoning was enough, and, obviously since I'm lying down on the paper covered medical bed telling her the story, my reason was more than enough. She wrote me a pass for Gym, e-mailing another notice to Gai-sensei telling him that I was with her.

She sighed heavily, twirling the beautiful charm on her necklace through her fingers. I couldn't help but wonder where she got that from, nevertheless how, seeing as the salary is complete crap.

"That really sucks…"

I giggled at hearing a staff member actually say that, even if I didn't consider as one, and she joined me. In a few seconds, she got up and checked the doorway for people, coming back just as quickly, taking her seat on her little desk again.

"I remember when something like that happened to me when I was your age," Rin said conversationally, looking at me expectantly, "You want to hear, or no?"

I shrugged. "It would only be fair, especially seeing as I had you sit through my story."

"Oh," She waved her hand as if she was swatting a fly, "that was no problem. I get bored in here all on my lonesome."

We laughed, and then she pulled out some juice from a drawer in her desk. More specifically Hi-C! I almost jumped off the bed, pouncing her for the orange, but she handed one to me. "You looked thirsty…(how do you look thirsty?) but anyway, I think I was in the same grade as you, and I, Kakashi, yes, your Kakashi-sensei, and one of my friends, Obito-kun, were at a party a girl was hosting. She was in love with Kakashi, let me tell you…"

Period Seven: Bio

(A/N: Remember, they don't have Health today, and that would normally be Sakura's P: 7, instead of Bio)

Orochimaru/Yakushi Kabuto

"And then, oh my gosh, I swear I'm telling the truth, Kakashi got cake all over his—" The Nurse's telephone rang, and she yelped slightly at the sudden ringing. I jumped up a little, almost squeezing the juice out of my third Hi-C, but relaxed after a few seconds, listening in on her conversation. And, NO, I'm not eavesdropping. I'm just listening.

She smiled. "Hello! Oh…hi, Orochimaru-sensei…yes she is…I didn't? I could've sworn—y-yes, I do understand your point…I agree, Orochimaru…I'll send her down with a pass. Expect her in a few minutes…Sayonara."

I frowned when she groaned, reaching into a drawer and pulling out her yellow Nurse Passes, circling big the words 'Return'. "Rin-chan! I-I-I thought you sent a pass?"

"I forgot about Orochimaru. He's new and I don't have his e-mail in yet," Her face turned apologetic, "I'm sorry. Next time I see you, I'll finish the story, alright?"

My heart dropped. That was getting pretty damn interesting, if you ask me, and I could tell something epic was about to happen, but NO! My stupid teacher had to call for me. Growl. "Alright…," I moaned, sliding off the bed and slugging my way out of the office. "I'll see you later, Rin-chan."

"Right, Sakura-chan!" She said, waving out of her doorway before sighing dismally, probably thinking I was out of earshot.

Hm. I wonder what's got her so sad…

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I knocked on the big wooden door three quick times before opening it, sticking my head in first, checking for faces. I was happily surprised when I saw basically the whole lunch table in the classroom, but a grimace fell onto my lips when my eyes landed on the only empty seat in my vision.

I groaned, stomping into the room, averting all attention that was still on the sickly colored teacher with oily, long black hair and snake-like yellow eyes to me. He finished his sentence about how DNA was a very complex thing, ya-da, ya-da, ya-da, and flashed a disturbing smile in my direction.

"I'm Orochimaru-sensei. You mussst be Ssssakura-chan."

I nodded slowly, trying to keep my hamburger and fries from lunch from making a journey out of my stomach in the form of puke. I swallowed. "Um, yeah…hey."

His lab-coat covered hand snapped for a young man—he looked fresh out of college—who was apparently behind the computer doing who knows what. He stood up from the seat immediately and bowed in my direction respectfully. His hair was an extremely light blue, basically white, and his skin was a healthy shade when compared to Orochimaru-sensei's, eyes a dark brown, Harry-Potter style glasses donning his face. He wore a lab coat as well, but his clothes were casual; a green Lacosse polo and tan khaki's.

"Nice to meet you, Sakura-chan, I'm Kabuto. I'll fill you in on what we have been learning, unless you would prefer your lab partner to do that for you."

Orochimaru had already started back to teaching, so I shrugged. "Who would my partner be, Kabuto-sensei?"

He smiled. "The honorific is flattery, Sakura-chan. Just call me Kabuto."

"Okay," I grinned, only to return his, "then who would my partner be, Kabuto?"

Kabuto pointed to just the seat I hoped it wouldn't be, and replied, "Right there next to," he checked a seating chart, but I had already opened my mouth.

"There're no other seats?"

"Um, no."

"Can there be a three partner thing? I'm sure—"

"Sakura-chan," He said calmly, though I could tell he was trying not to rip out my throat, "is there a problem with the choice of seating Orochimaru-sama and I designed. We arranged each student by last year's grades and, well, you and Uchiha-san are the two smartest. I would hate to put you with someone like," he pointed gestured a group of kids who were crushing erasers and smelling them, "that. You would be doing all the work."

I almost considered saying that that would be no problem, but then I realized that half those kids weren't sniffing erasers, and if you catch my drift, they'll probably end up drinking the chemicals if we ever get that far.

I groaned but still smiled. "No, it's no problem. Just fishing for more options, is all."

He nodded, marking a check by my name for attendance, then said, "Go ahead and take a seat then, Sakura-chan."

My head bobbed up and down dryly until I turned from him, sticking a finger down my throat in disgust as I stormed to my table, plopping into my stool with an angry huff, cheeks pink in upset, arms crossed tightly across my chest, eyes narrowed into nothing.

I could feel his eyes on me, and I sneered. "Don't look at me."

"Why not?"

"Because I am mad at you!" I spelled out in a hushed tone, careful to keep my yell to a minimum. What does he not understand? Does he just think that he can be a bastard and I'll still be okay? WELL? NOT WANTING TO RIP HIS BALLS OFF?

He smirked, "Of course you are."

If I was a cartoon, I swear steam would be pressing out of my ears, but I calmed a little bit when Orochimaru-sensei tapped some type of glass loud enough to catch our attention. There were only a couple seconds left of class, so students usually took this as cue to talk. Today, though, I'm taking it as cue to get ready to fucking get away from the atrocious atrocicity sitting next to me. He's a butt.

"Okay, class, we have a project on DNA. I'll have more details tomorrow, but as of now, you do know who your partner is." Orochimaru informed.

A couple hoots and hollers filled the room, but I raised my hand, honestly confused as to who my partner was. Maybe they decided that while I was hanging with Rin-chan? (I mean in ailment in the nurse's office?)

Orochimaru pointed at me. "Yes?"

"Yeah, who's my partner?"

He cackled like my sister. Except worse. "Lucky girl, your partner is Sasuke-san."

…IT IS MONDAY AND I AM READY TO KILL SOMEONE!

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