"Sasuke," I looked at her when she called me. "You can share your bed with me."
"I am afraid that's not necessary," I said. It didn't really surprise me that she took the initiative, but I didn't feel the annoying fan-girl aura in her. Not yet anyway. "I assume you might know why I can't share bed with you."
"Stop acting like a prudent virgin," she answered. She sounded dead serious. I couldn't believe that she could say that to me without getting scared after. My family owned everything in this school after all. "Don't worry, if you're thinking you can't share your bed with me because I'll do something gross to you, I promise I won't."
"I am perfectly fine sleeping on the futon," I tried to convince her. "I volunteered to use the futon that means I'll be fine."
"It really is okay for you to sleep beside me," she just ignored what I'd just said. "I don't bite."
She said her last statement as if it wasn't confidential at all. Her honesty somehow scared me. Maybe that was because I had not been honest with myself for awhile.
"I'll be sleeping now," I informed her.
"If you don't sleep up here, I'll sleep down there on the futon with you," she said. Here came the blackmail. "The last time I slept on a futon, my back hurt badly that I couldn't walk for a whole week. And daddy didn't like it."
In the end, I ended up sleeping beside her. And it was the first time in over a year that I didn't have nightmares.
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I opened my eyes and gawked at the clock.
7:07AM. School's start was 8:00AM.
Shit. This couldn't be serious, I overslept. And then I noticed that my hand was holding hers. This was probably why I didn't have nightmares and slept peacefully. I shook her, "Hey, wake up."
"Noooo," she groaned. "Five more minutes..."
"We'll be late."
"Who cares?" she sat up, and rubbed her right eye. "Well, you probably do, but I really don't."
"If you're thinking you could get expelled by skipping class," I gave her a smirk and stood up from the bed. "Then you're thinking wrong."
"I've thought about that - I don't really care anymore if I get expelled or not," she looked at me. "Then if I wouldn't get expelled by ditching class, then it's alright not to go class, right?"
"It depends on you but your family name will be on the line if you'll do such things. And you'll never graduate from this school. You'll be stuck here."
"Oh come on," she started laughing like a crazy woman. "I ditched three men I was supposed to get engaged with and it put my surname on the line badly - daddy just didn't really give a shit about it, he never got mad at his princess."
"I talked to your dad," I stated. This person had been too honest that it could really get on the nerves. "He said while he's not around, I shall take care of you."
"No, thank you," was her response. "I think I can handle myself - I want you to realize that I'm not one of those Disney princesses that needs to be saved or whatever. I look like a princess, though, right?"
She refused me to take care of her. This woman was far, far, far from normal.
"And don't think I don't know why my daddy sent me to this school," she smiled at me. It was not the smile that she would normally flash. It was an unhappy smile and it didn't suit her. "I don't want to be a trophy wife by the time I graduate from this school."
She wasn't stupid at all.
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I reached one copy of Weekly Noble, the school's newspaper that came out once a week. Today was their first issue.
I was shocked to see Ino's face on the front page. I senselessly read the title out loud, "Asia's Richest Billionaire's Daughter Has Reached the Academy"
This couldn't be good. I entered the class and as I suspected, she wasn't there yet but the people in the class were talking about her. Almost everyone was holding a copy of Weekly Noble.
After roughly ten minutes, she arrived and everyone was looking at her. She arched her eyebrow at them and said, "Um, yeah... Staring is definitely rude. Any problem we're having? Cause I think I made it before the bell rings. I just hope you guys wouldn't make a shitty deal of me getting into class at last minute."
Karin commented in French, "Cette chienne est honteux." She probably thought that Ino wouldn't understand her comment. And then Karin went on, "Elle a transféré ici très tard, pourtant cette femme a été donné trop de privilèges qu'aucun d'entre nous peut avoir."
Ino raised her eyebrow and looked at Karin. And then she smiled to everyone, "If anyone didn't understand what she said, she said 'This bitch is a disgrace. She transferred here very late, yet this woman has been given too many privileges that none of us can have.'" This time she looked at Karin, "Écoutez-moi, putain. Ma langue maternelle est le français. And some tip, if you plan to badmouth me use Japanese because I don't speak or understand Japanese at all."
And then she noticed her picture on the front page. She snatched one of the copies from someone and read the article. Just looking at her, she was not at the least happy with what she saw.
"Who wrote this?!" she glared at the people around her. The article's author was anonymous. People around her kept quiet. "Answer me, dammit!"
No one still answered her.
"If I fucking found out who wrote this article, I'll nail your fucking ass to the wall and I'm fucking coming after you," she turned around and crumpled the newspaper. Without saying anything more, she left the room.
I stood up and looked at the newspaper's Editor-in-Chief, "Sakura, who wrote it?"
"Um, Sasuke-kun..." she looked scared and couldn't look me in the eyes. "I... I... did."
"Why would you write that without telling her?" I asked, I was trying to be calmed and not go after Ino. I knew she needed me right now. "Isn't that against the school paper's policy?"
"I figured that if we'd published a great opening article," she looked down. "Our school paper would be more popular to student body."
"Step down from your position," I said coldly. I couldn't let this happen again. And then I gave her a glare, "As soon as possible or else there I will suspend the newspaper for the whole year."
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The article was quite despicable indeed, and it was normal that she'd acted like that. I once again read the article.
"Asia's Richest Billionaire's Daughter Has Reached The Academy"
Not everyday in our life we see the only daughter of Asia's richest Yamanaka Inoichi and the sole heiress of his fortune. But this school year, he enrolled the most precious person of his life, Yamanaka Ino, to this academy to be with us for the next four years.
Yamanaka Ino is eighteen years old, and currently in her freshman year. Everyone that isn't close to the Yamanaka's doesn't know what kind of school life she had before entering the academy.
But reliable sources say that the Yamanaka's are good friends with the Uchiha's. That's why the Uchiha's probably granted Yamanaka Inoichi's wish to transfer in his princess to this academy, which is pretty unusual because the owner definitely doesn't just accept late transferees.
It is not a surprise that there might be a large amount of money that is involved with this kind of transaction. It really is a grace to her batch mate that they'll be with her for almost half a decade and have the chance to be friends with her.
Yamanaka Ino's dorm is on the top floor. She's got the penthouse-type of dorm that is usually not allowed for non-Uchiha's to use. She absolutely has the privilege even normal Enrich students don't have.
I decided to see her; she probably was offended by this kind of article. Though, the article wasn't entirely a lie but she didn't really know what kind of privilege my family had given her. And she probably felt bad being treated better than other students.
I knocked on her door but there was no answer. I turned the knob and found out that her door had been unlocked. I opened the door and saw her packing her things.
"You think you can leave?" I called out her attention. "You know it's not possible, your father has to be here and sign the contract."
"Daddy doesn't want to pull me out of this school," she told me. Her eyes were honest to her feelings, she obviously didn't cry but the madness she was feeling was sensible. "But I really can't stay. I've just been here for three days and look at what happened. You know, this wasn't the first time that this ever happened to me - this was the same like when I was transferred into an exclusive and most expensive all-girl's school in Europe when I was freshman in high school."
I looked at her eyes deeper - those blue eyes were full of expression.
"In that school, I was hated by a lot of students - but they wanted to be my friends because of my daddy's fortune," I didn't really know anything about her, I'd only met her once at my sixteenth birthday before this. "I've never had real friends, it was damn irritating that a rich girl like me had been isolated! That's why even before the first trimester ended, I had to switch out and be home-schooled for the rest of my high school years..."
I sat on her bed, "Didn't I tell you that I'll take care of you?"
"You really will?" she just looked like a child that needed protection.
I smiled and nodded my head. I forgot when was the last time I smiled but this had to be the first in a long time.
"Thank you," she hugged me. And my brains couldn't function properly when she did, but I was sure I hugged her back. "My horoscope isn't too bad after all."
-
"Sasuke, you really have to help me!" before I could reply, she had already dragged me to the library.
"I'm not going to do your shift for you," I said with annoyance. "It's your duty, not mine!"
"Not that! Although, I'd be grateful if you would," this woman really had to have nerves to answer like that to me. "But I need your help with something else."
"What is it?" I finally asked after we sat on the empty library's couch. "But I'll make no promises."
"Well, you see that guy over there?" she pointed at Hyuuga Neji. "I want to hook up with him."
I looked at her for a minute. This woman couldn't be serious, could she? I thought she didn't want to become a trophy wife after this. Of course, person like Hyuuga Neji would want a trophy wife even before graduation.
"You're crazy," I told her the utter truth. "I'm leaving."
"Please! Introduce me to Mr. Wonderful!" she begged. But hell, the last person I wanted her to be close with was that guy. She could really do much better. And what the heck was with 'Mr. Wonderful' nickname? "Please?"
"No."
"Fine then," she stood up and headed to where he was sitting at. "I'll do it my way."
"What are you? Stupid?" I followed her to stop her half way. Her brains weren't normal, so it wouldn't really be a surprise if she'd do something that would cause commotions. "Ino! Stop it!"
"What now?" I grabbed her wrist. "I thought you didn't want to help me."
"I still don't and never will."
"Then why are you stopping me?" she asked and tried to jerk her wrist from my grasp. She looked at me and said, "You really don't have to act like a horrendously jealous husband!"
"Me, jealous?" this person was out of her mind when she accused me that. "You really are crazy."
And then I heard a male's voice calling my name loudly, "Sasuke!"
"Hey, young man, keep your voice low," the librarian shouted back at the person who called me. I didn't have to look who was the person who called because I knew very well that it was Kiba.
"Yo," Kiba said as he looked at my grip to Ino. "Oh what! Naruto check this out! Sasuke's got a girl!"
"I told you to keep quiet, young man!" the librarian had gotten annoyed to Kiba's voice. "You're in the library. One more and you're outta here!"
Naruto hurried when Kiba called him and he didn't fail to comment, "This gotta be a mistake! He's got a girl before us."
"I'm Kiba," he called out Ino and introduced himself. "Kiba Inuzuka, freshman."
Naruto did the same, "Uzumaki Naruto, same year."
"Yamanaka Ino is my name," she smiled at them. "The girl Sasuke's breathtakingly in love with."
What an introduction she just made. How could she say that with smiling and straight face? People around us gave us secretive looks. I was sure that this would be a great gossip for at least a good two weeks.
"It really saddens me that he got a girl before us," Kiba said to her. "We thought Sasuke doesn't like girls."
"Man, Sasuke's in love!" Naruto hugged me and burst out crying."I can't believe it!"
"Naruto, get off me!" I warned him. "If you wouldn't, I'd kill you."
-
She asked me after her shift in the library if I would want her to sleep in my bed tonight. I just told her whatever she wanted would be okay, though, she was still not happy with me since I didn't help her to get Hyuuga.
And that night, she was then again in my bed - wearing a revealing sleepwear.
"You're wearing that," I pointed out, "while I'll be in the bed with you."
"This is what I dislike about people like you," she tried to insult me again with this purity stuff that started yesterday. "What's wrong with my clothing? I'm wearing a decent-length, not see-through, silk lingerie."
"Decent-length?" from my calculations, that was not decent at all - half of her thighs and cleavage were showing. Wait, was she even wearing a bra? I didn't mind her wearing those revealing clothes when I was not the only one around her, really.
"Welcome to the 21st century!" she exclaimed sarcastically. "Yes, 21st, not 16th."
I went toward my closet and pulled out one of my dress-shirts. I handed it to her and she gave me a look that was trying to question me why I was giving the dress-shirt to her.
"Wear it," I demanded. "Ino, you have to wear it."
"Uh, not really!" at this point, she wasn't too happy. "Even if that is Hermès!"
"Listen here..."
"Are you a real gentleman from 1600's or just a closet conservative gay?"
"Wha...?" half of my voice was stuck in my throat. I gave up. It did look like she wouldn't do it anyway. I gulped and said, "Do whatever you want."
I turned off the light and lay down beside her. She looked so distracting, wearing only a skimpy silk purple lingerie. Damn this.
"Can you at least put your blanket on you?" I suggested but she acted as if she didn't hear anything.
"Aren't you gonna hold my hand?" she asked me as she offered her hand to me. "Cause you held my hand last night, I just thought it made you feel better holding onto something."
This was when I realized that she did care about me. I held her hand.
"If I didn't know what kind of personality you have," she smiled at me, "I would definitely think you've fallen for me."
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Feedback are appreciated! I'm sorry, Sasuke's point of view is rather boring. Well, that's because he's Sasuke. Tell me if you saw errors. : ) Next chapter will be Ino's so you guys won't be too bored. Thanks for everyone that reviewed the previous chapters. Y'all are amazing.
