.o59 Old money
She has hated the rich as long as she could remember. With their stick on nails, fancy cars, designer labels and wads of cash that they could burn and still not feel the hurt. She wore hand me downs and salvation army or good will clothes, took the bus or walked to where ever and worked a part time job as a waitress in the ramen joint down the street. Every night unlike her peers, she went home smelling like noodles and sweat. Pennies were pinched, saving for something better than cars and coco chanel perfume.
Her friends were going to the public high school (she would have went there too if not for the scholarship). Ten ten, Kiba, Chouji and Temari were out of her grasp. She was forced to attend the hoity Toity School of Konoha academy (Her brains got her somewhere but it wasn't Kansas). Whereas people her age in public education would be sympathetic and knowing to the financial plight of a pink haired girl living with her sister of blue hair and heavy makeup. The peers of this high up rich school knew nothing and sneered at every shadow she made. (Konan said they were just jealous that Sakura had something that they did not. Family love.) But that didn't stop her from eating on the roof every lunch, by herself.
The school was divvied up between two sides; new money and old money. It was viscous and downright stupid and she was caught in the crossfire almost all the time. Representing old money was the Uchiha 'gang' and for new money it was Naruto. From there people picked sides, even the scholar students who wished to appease. (What a bunch of ass kissers). Turning her nose in the air she would reply angrily at Naruto and even one of the Uchiha lackeys that she hated all the rich bastards and wished them to hell. Before running away to hide from the effects of her angry comments, after all girls were as equal viscous as the money type rivalry.
There were three of them and were called the terrible three. Yamanaka Ino, Mimochi Karin and Watase Ami, (what hags) they were the worst of all the bullies that she had encountered in her life. Not only did they think they were the shit but they smelled like it too. Their faces were caked with top line cosmetics, and the air around them was a cloud of perfume stench. When they heard her comments and of course financial/social situation, around and around they went like vultures picking at her hoping that this girl in their school uniform would drop dead. (three against one wasn't fair) as the pinky would fight back, others would watch owlishly, some hooting the words 'fight fight fight'. In turn she was mobbed by three bitches with scissors and fake nails; the victim was her long hair. Eventually they let up when one of the nicer teachers swatted at them with a ruler, threatening them with expulsion. They ran like the chickens they were though sneaking threats at her. In the crowd watched two of the Uchiha, their eyes carefully blank pools of obsidian. (Honestly what did girls find attractive about creepy humans made of ice who flaunted money like it was toilet paper?)
Her sister frowned when she was sent home early, and frowned even more to see her ruined tresses. But laughed it off when she said that 'you'd look better with short hair.' They took her to a salon, it was mid range and she almost wanted to deny it. Yet the girl allowed her sister to share this one treat with her after all both were stingy and good to their penny pinching ways. The change in style and the loss of weight felt good, almost invigorating though that might have been an understatement. Once what was long and straight was short, choppy and cute. It was different and it felt like a much needed metamorphosis. The girl who did their hair gave them free bottles of shampoo (sneakily) and told Sakura how to manage her hair, though easier it could be difficult.
That weekend she was at the Laundromat, doing her bedding and various clothes when she saw him. With a gasp the girl hid behind the washer looking at the boy er- man thing loading his own clothing in to an industrial washer. An Uchiha; an older one. Why on earth would one of the school's elite be doing his laundry at a grubby place like this? Especially when all the rich had their own machines and their maids did their laundry for them. A few minutes of intense staring and he looked back, eyes tired looking. She eeped lightly and ducked down before he casually sparked a conversation. 'Your Haruno san are you not. 'A nod and he blinked owlishly before extending a hand. Sakura shook it carefully before blurting out stupidly. "Yes I am and you are an Uchiha. Why are you doing your laundry here? I thought all rich prats had everything done for them" both turned radish red coloration in the cheek before the boy breathed in slowly and exhaled all his air. She was still mortified though.
He just nodded at her and told her a shocker. "I am disowned." Rarely did parents other than the Uchiha disown their offspring. The Uchiha were strict if not taciturn in business, and possibly expected their heirs to be the same. Curiously the girl asked simply "Why? where do you live or how do you sustain yourself?" This was all while they were inserting laundry in to the large washers with the dry soaps and softeners. The whir of dryers and the washing units covered the building, muffling a lot of the city's noise like a wet blanket. "I did not want to run the corporation; I told them I'd rather work as a porn star than being an executive. I get an allowance but I need a job to sustain a better life then what I have so far. I have an apartment that I am renting, that is not bought." Sakura blinked owlishly the unnamed man who apparently knew of her well enough to start a conversation using the girl's last name. At first she giggled at the mentioning of porn stars, he was pretty enough to be one. But the reason of why he was disowned really boiled her blood thus she hated the rich even more, how could they ditch someone who is of their own blood? They should have been proud of the boy's decision of wanting something different, something that might compliment him.
There in her silent fuming they sat before her face turned towards the Uchiha again. "What is your name?" there wasn't anything coy, or sly about the question, basically it was an honest inquiry just like all the others. Since the man divulged almost personal information with her in a very cheap Laundromat without much preamble. Arched brows rose up with signals of you should know this and why don't you know of me. But what was she after all? A poor, hapless nerd on a full ride to an academy for snobs, she shouldn't have time to know the pecking order of the school if she wanted to have straight A's. Sakura thought all the Uchiha's looked the same and honestly she wasn't an avid member of their girl's only cult. So she didn't even have the slightest clue of who he was.