.o73 Flower Language
i'm your lambskin cloak of love
baby try me on
She particular in how men should speak to her, especially when they attempted to 'hit' upon her. As a sort of triathlon of intelligence she would ask what ever simpering high school boy to speak to her in a flowery language that would put Shakespeare to shame and make Italian seem manly. Scores of poetry filed in with songs of sappy romance, which was not what, she was looking for. Any one could write, she wanted words to fly from their stuttering, food-ridden mouths. No man that wasn't a friend lasted, and the one that did fight through all the challenges had eyebrows that made caterpillars look naked and teeth that made toothpaste models envious. He was obviously not a first choice with his exuberance and obsession with their local gym teacher who looked almost identical to him.
That was until that family moved in to town, instant fan glorified pretty boys that were educated and well off. Squeals emanated everywhere, almost like they were a horrible imitation of a screamo band though they were not singing about the normal god. Shoving and jealousy perused though the pinkette was not interested. Just because they excelled in everything they didn't mean that they excelled in capturing her attention. In multiples of classes they were in with her, often times the teacher pairing her with one of the dark haired populars. As if they were afraid the other girls would eat them alive. Sakura supposed she was safe being that of an untouchable fortress of feminity or basically a person that showed no interest in the opposite sex much akin to her new lab partner Itachi. His brother who often picked fights with Naruto seemed like an instant bro ho if she ever saw one as he flitted around with irreplaceable charm and then the twins Madara and Izuna were rarely seen outside of gym and art.
At lunch the newbies would sit with them, which brought about the ruckus of fan girls and their streaming mail of undying love. It often reminded her of her own problems as some boys approached on the other side of the table to talk to her, earning an eye brow for Itachi who was her instant friend and Madara whom did not know much of her yet. Easily Ino pig explained she was like them only the female version and that Sakura was cruel enough to put them all through various challenges all of them ending in them speaking a flowery language to her. Which no one could ever exactly pass besides Lee who was painfully awkward to be around as the Uchiha's had learned first hand.
What the pinkette didn't expect was the quietest of the Uchiha to participate in those challenges as he approached her on a hazy autumn morning. He was straightforward and punching it to the finish, which was surprising, enough as it is. Madara obviously did his homework on her and these challenges as information gathered from past participants who either got very far or failed horribly helped orchestrate his 'victory'. At first she was caught off guard, eyes blinking owlishly at his easy movement in to each task that she had ever given out despite the fact that different boys got different tasks and they were limited. So it was strange that he did every task BUT the flowery language, as if it were all amounting to a horrible crescendo of cheesy romance novel bliss.
Glares were amounting everywhere, thick like cake frosting. His eyes though remained fastened down on to her own, hands at his side grasping at a brief case that held 'important' information a.k.a homework. The flowery language was replaced with premade lyrics from a band she never heard of (Later she asked where it was from as they snuggled upon his couch). And after this proud display of task completion he even dared to get down to her level and squarely stare at Sakura in the eyes. "Will you go on a date me?" His voice sounded only a fraction of the nervousness as Lee or other boys were when they asked. Her own voice surprised her, nervous and even more was the surprising of accepting the date.
It was surprising what a mans idea of 'flowery' language was. And how much she would bend the rules of the game for him.