.o37 Experiment
She couldn't believe that big, blonde pig. How dare she get sick on the day they had their lab, a lab that would cost them almost fifty percent of their grade. It was honestly a cruel joke by the teacher who was just nuts about putting two and two together and making something new. The absence of her friend and very much always lab partner meant Sakura would have to be partnered up with the very ice cube-ish teacher's aide, Madara Uchiha. And unluckily for the nerdy pinkette, she had a crush on the size of Jupiter on him. Ino had teased her greatly about it every time the broody boy looked her way. Everything was just so perfect about him; good grade, athletic and mysterious. Though Sasuke and even Itachi have said otherwise of all of these traits that was apparent in all Uchiha. Their words were feverent that he was pretty much a stereotypical power hungry jock. Honestly no girl in the school cared either as fan clubs and drama were built upon these beautiful gods.
Sakura felt fantastically blessed to have at least two of them be friends with her though it came with a price of girls hating her or wanting favors. But at the moment other than the death glares by those of her class, she felt like a rock dropped in her belly. There had been vague rumors that he made one kid cry when he was partnered up with him and broke multiple girl's hearts. So in the land of school work, Madara was a demon to her academic perfection. As she was just hoping she wouldn't be too shy around him to not do proper work. His eyes only went through her, endless black stones on a marble white face. GODDAMN his beauty and her dismal crush upon him. As people about her were flourishing the air with their whispers, mostly gossip and giggling about her situation and other things happening within the school. Sakura furiously texted Ino who talked back, teasing her in a so called robotussin state (she was trying to blame her air headedness on the cold drug).
But some vengeful god must be experimenting with her life, as it has been only one awkward thing after another since she transferred to this public high school in Konoha. Sure she made great friends like (Ino, ten ten, the sabakus and etc) but that meant leaving Itachi and Sasuke behind, who were like her natal group. So it wasn't very surprising when she transferred that people at this school knew about them when she talked about the brothers. Since the Uchiha's are quite illustrious in the community. But she was surprised that one of them was going to a completely public high school and that was Madara. Her crush. All the Uchiha's offspring even her crush's brother went to private school and the 411 on him was that he was the 'black sheep' of the family. As Sakura was often told by Sasuke and his brother that he wasn't good for her, but what deigned someone to become a black sheep of a family? Often questioning this as she robotically began setting up the beakers, and lab materials for the experiments. Forgetting that Madara completely existed, for the moment, Sakura carried on an inner conversation about what constitutes a person to becoming the black sheep of a family. Some reasons could be that he broke rules that were in place by elderly members; he was gay or led a life style that wasn't socially accepted like being a drug dealer. All but the last one were not bad, well maybe the gay one was bad for her because that would be no chance in hell would she get a date from him.
At the moment she must have been in la la land because the teacher was starting to explain the project and all its finer details like what days they are doing this in class and so on and so forth. Eyes shifted over and they met those of dark night. Turning beet red, her eyes looked at the whiteboard and scribbled down the key notes to this project. It was so fucking embarrassing getting caught daydreaming of the one you like by the one you like. Ino would never let it down that she was caught.
He thought she was abnormally quiet for a high school girl, as most would have been flirting. Either subtly or out in the open, instead his temporary partner looked to be conversing with herself. But the girl looked quite embarrassed when he began to stare almost inquisitively. Madara liked her enough, knowing off handedly that she had a crush on him though never acted upon it like the female populace of the public high school. How he got this information was not too secret, often listening in to Sasuke and Itachi tell his own baby brother what was going on. Pretty much he was informed through second hand knowledge about this crush. Decent girls like Sakura who had crushes on him were often times discouraged by the hoards of fan girls and by his icy demeanor. She must have heard the rumors of him making kids cry and breaking girl's hearts like they were stale gram crackers. It was partially true; most of the people that spread these rumors were the ones who were the 'heartbroken' ones. They were all people who got their hopes too high or too bent on getting together with him or being friends. Madara was quite disinterested in making friends with people who only knew him for his fortune and familial fame. OR dating fan girls who would just use him like a toy on their wimpy arms. Then again those who thought to use him; he would use them as well to further his own social plots and ideas. Prom was soon and he needed to find a date or else fan girls would be all over him. Plus if he did not find a date that was worthy of him or his reputation, his social standing might be questioned by those who seek to over throw his reign as football captain. Sure he was disinterested in making 'real' friends and social connections, but he wasn't disinterested in what people thought of him or his family name despite of the elder's harsh reprimands for him taking up public education than the safe and overly nannnied privatized schooling. If he wanted to dominate the public market like his family has done in the past Madara knew that he had to sink to their level of knowledge and money.
It partially worked despite the over success in popularity from the opposite gender and wisps of hate from his own kind. He watched the girl he had heard so much about, putting together the experiment without any help. She had her lips puckered ever so slightly in thought. Most of the other students were failing miserably at putting things together or finishing the work without freaking out over spills. Sakura was pretty much dead to the world when it came to her favorite subject, maybe that is why she could stand Ino and Naruto in this class rather than English or art. Sakura was just in her own little world where everything is perfect, as if she were forgetting the pensive senior teacher's aide at her side. The bell had run and the majority of the students left sloppy word of the chemicals, beakers and etc. The teacher looked to be more stressed out than usually she observed, probably thanks to Naruto and Kiba. The dunder twins. Stupid questions galore, rude comments and practical jokes all-around with those two.
The professor who was so animate ran up to them, almost in a blustery manner. "Can you two clean up, please. I have a meeting in Five minutes" Sakura nodded numbly, hoping it wouldn't cut in to her lunch time too much. After all she enjoyed talking to her friends and relaxing outside of her classes plus being next to her crush added on to that stress that she wished to burn off. "ah." Madara spoke with his deep baritone, as both teens watch the professor flutter from the room, ecstatically. For a moment Sakura blushed and shuffled her feet on the linoleum flooring before moving off to collect the beakers and various pieces of lab equipment that could be washed of its disgusting residue. Her lab partner began to wet a rag at a sink that was a part of a black countertop lining the walls of the room. Madara begrudged himself with the task of wiping down the island stations, it was relatively easy to what she had to do. Collecting and sorting, and scrubbing it clean for the next class or time that they ever would experiment again. She sighed; the whole thing was tedious, and very quiet besides the noises of their footsteps and the clinking of equipment.
This whole thing was painful, it was silent and something that Ino would have probably killed in ten seconds flat with her gibbering. Sakura wished Ino was here right now rather than her crush, no offense to him. But Madara was no life of the proverbial cleaning party in this room. Her eyes gazed out the thick windows at the people milling about in the court yard, wishing she was out there and not here. Not even noticing the dark senior saddling up next to her to wash the items which were in the sink and around it. Both bumped each other more than once, she in her haze blinked owlishly at him before blushing carefully. When she looked away, he smirked ever so slightly, as both of their hands were within the sudsy water of the sink. He touched her hands ever so slightly, to see how she would react to this close if not intimate interaction. And for a moment Sakura shivered slightly and pinkened. She started to wonder if this was an experiment in its self, as her own green hues noticed him watching her every move, and emotion. It was weird, maybe because other than the Uchiha brothers and the creepy rock lee kid no boy would really hold this much attention to her. Both continued in their silence, only bumping upon each other once or twice before he began a slight conversation, that wasn't even on the topic of chemistry. No one had really ever asked her since all her friends instinctively knew. "What do you want to be what you graduate high school and college?" The baritone rumbled quietly and both teens sat looking at each other paused in their last ministrations to the beakers before putting them on the shelves.
Sakura had to think about this one or a way to put it before looking at Madara like a rubix cube. "A doctor. And yourself?" perpetuating the conversation further, hoping to obtain information that no other fan girl or friend would ever know about the Uchiha. She got a casual shrug, his dark hawkish eyes boring twin holes into her face. "I don't know, my family wants me to either become a cop or take over the political side of the family corporation." It was well known that all uchiha's either became police officers, or worked for their family corporation which turned over billions of dollars in profit. Rarely did any of them stray away from the already created cash cow of a familial business. In all honesty Sakura and a few of her new friends thought the Uchiha's must be a mafia with a good act on top. To cover their scandalous behavior, this might be true or an utter insult/lie. She never bothered to ask Sasuke though Itachi knew, and quite often teased the pinkette of such thoughts. In this though pattern, the girl didn't notice how close her crush had moved towards her body. He was indeed a fine specimen of the human species, and she became quite flustered. For a moment their eyes met, staring in to their metaphorical souls. It truly felt like eons before his voice broke the silence between them and the staring.
"Will you go with me to Prom?"
At that moment, Sakura felt like she was going to die of a heart attack. Or pull a Hinata and faint in the face of one's crush and their question or mere presence. Without even thinking her head bobbed up and down quickly like a bobble headed toy. A smile flashed sharply on his features, and Sakura wondered if she really made a good but thoughtless decision. Ino would be appeased whilst her real friends, the two brothers related to this so called monster of the family would be disappointed in her vapid answer. As they finished and left the room together she thought 'What was life if you were not to experiment with new feelings and ways to go about life.?"
Author's Note:
This is sort of like a prequel to plaster though the whole back story is different. Such as Sasuke, Itachi and Madara's brother go to a private school rather than public. And Sakura came from that sort of background rather than being in the same school since forever.
Madara is the teacher's aide (still a student) instead of a participating student in the classroom.