.o48 Ruggedness (even irregularity is possible)
The transition from Suna to Konoha was not a smooth process, Sakura thought. As she took to bitterly looking at the city within the sea of green and stone walls, Sakura's brother Sasori also looked quite bitter and full of resentment. In such short notice they had to drop all that they cared about; friends, school and activities. To move to an alien world filled with trees and rainfall. Truly they struggled all the way there, from moving their belongings out of their adobe built home to the now wooden structure with its white picket fence. But their parents always won out in the end with their calm statements of 'who will take care of you then since you have no cash of your own.' Both could have argued that the Kazekage family would have taken them in but both knew that was a futile argument best left untouched. There wasn't an escape for the twins; there were only outlets for their frustration.
From a life of being well known to a place where no one knows you exist was very different and harsh. It seemed like that all that were within their age bracket grew up together since infants and knew each other's trials and tribulations like the back of their hands. Thus there were tight cliques and overly inquisitive stares of their peers towards them. The first day of their new school life led them to learn who was who and what rank they were on the social food chain. At the top were The Uchiha's who conveniently were all male and the Hyuuga's who were pale eyed and aristocratic. Then their friends were second in line (they formed their own ranks within their clique) then it was everyone else then it was the new kids. In short Sakura and Sasori were looked down upon by all Konoha high students. Thus the fights started, a new burst of violence bloomed in both red headed teens. Though they never picked the fights they made sure to end all that did happen.
It really just occurred to Sakura that most students that attended their school were whiny babies who couldn't take verbal or physical hits. And During one of the many visits to the principal's office with her brother she could only respond. "They shouldn't start things that they couldn't finish." Sasori had nodded in agreement both barely touched while the student they attended to had a split lip and a possible concussion. No one backed them up on their statements, that it was the other students that picked fights, after all even teachers and the principal played the game of social hierarchy. So both received calls to angry parents, detention and threats of suspension from their academics. These threats did naught to discourage the now anti social teenagers. Their mother sobbed at them "what happened to my babies, you two used to be so good and popular!" But both only replied coolly that Konoha was a place of xenophobic behavior.
Now most of the people that picked on them were lower than the two large clan populations and their friends. They were dubbed fans or just the common nearly do cad that will never leave this city or amount to anything world changing. But to them those who were the highest on the rank were going to inherit daddy's business and nothing more. They were not going to do anything different than what they are expected to be. But still they all stayed away from the twins as if they had some respect or fear of the tanned. (as all of them were pasty in some way compared to them)
Yet there was ONE day where Sakura had to go to school by herself. That morning Sasori woke up sick, puking his guts up to the porcelain god. Amidst his groans he told Sakura that she was brave enough to face the front of alienation without him for a day. Mother agreed as well though not fully understanding the plight her children. Now when most think of siblings it's either a hit and miss relationship you either like them or hate them, Sakura and Sasori were almost conjoined at the hip. This was an abnormal trait for twins to really possess thus rumors of them being insestual (they effectively punched down in to nothing). Donning a red tank top, black cardigan, skinny jeans and slouchy suede boots, all courtesy of her mother's love for fashion the pinkette went to school. Alone. Without her brother she did receive a few stares though most made her feel awkward and stand offish. Little did she know that one of those eyes were that of Uchiha, an elder class man who went by the name of Madara.
Madara thought today was not going to get any more interesting. Staring at the face of the new girl He now was flippantly interested in this anomaly. She was pretty enough would he suppose, different from the pasty dark haired girls and blondes littering the campus. With that difference Madara found that he liked that more than anything else at the moment. That liking was more of a sexual peek than anything. Fuck – just looking at the way she walked made him start to get hard. Later an indulgence would have to be made possibly on Ino or Karin in the janitors closet or the under construction bathrooms of the third floor. The black haired senior groaned apathetically at idea of using them though he and his family have done it many times before. In any case the entire school knew that both cheerleaders where sluts and were constantly vying for a permanent spot on one of the arms of the Uchiha, Preferably Sasuke or Madara's. Anyone who got in their way was ostracized, and they made sure everyone else did it as well. Though he felt a smidgen of guilt he did nothing just like everyone else, after all he was dubbed the playboy thus guilty of his own emotional damages towards the opposite sex.
From easy sleazes to church going prudes, this boy has had them all. Bringing out the little tigresses in all of them and found that the harder the girl played the more aroused he became. It was really all a fantastic game before a life of serious business ahead. And he always got what he wanted whether it was women or cars.
Sakura sighed for the millionth time that day, feeling a slight burning sensation on the back of her head. She thought someone was staring at her but when she turned to look it was really no one. Lips upturned in to a slight sneer, disliking the notion of someone making eyes at her. It isn't like the attention from a member of the opposite sex is horrible but here in Konoha the pinkette felt like the majority of the male populace were perverted playboys. Sakura knew she was stared at more than ever by all spectrums of the social network as in all four; hour and half long classes to those teachers that her brother was not there today but would be glad to take homework to him. BUT never in her entire life would she have ever hoped to achieve the stares from both social elite groups that were futilely fighting each other. Just like their parents did outside of school in the business world.
The girl chose to ignore their stares of inquisitive action. That lunch she at alone in the shadow of the pine tree in the school's senior court, watching people drearily with her soup container. People shuffled around with their groups of friends, inside and outside of the various buildings, gabbing away in their happy state. She hopelessly wished that she could have caught the same stomach bug as her twin did so she didn't have to go through a day or even more of this torture. But alas nothing of that manner ever happened to her ever. As she sat, sipping at the lukewarm chicken noodle soup when two boys started approaching her, one had milky almost strangely blank eye as the other was obviously dark like a country night. Both had stopped to glare at each other almost in a rivals way and this frankly mused her to no end. OF course her amusement stopped! Right when decided to continue on their warhead path to the pinkette eating soup.
"Hello Haruno-san"
The one with star white eyes spoke at her before a huff of his rival was heard. His rival almost elbowed the other out of the way before Sakura clicked names to faces. Both were seniors, and were a part of the delicate social hierarchy of the school. The one with the puffy eyelids and the looks for a lack of sleep was Madara of the Uchihas and the one with milk hued eyes and long girl envy hair was Neji of the Hyuugas. Sakura deigned not to answer their greeting after all they might have just walked over as a dare or to use her as a pawn in their games. Instead she took to slurping the rest of the broth left in her thermos and to move on to one of the pieces of mochi her mother purchased and heated. This probably pissed one or both of the boys off enough to start verbally battling each other over it, the girl honestly wondered why they even bothered. Some people from all social spectrums started to stare at the argument and her especially sitting near it. It was possible that these school peons thought she was the cause of this argument though partially she was. Sakura definitely didn't want this sort of attention from any one. But as she began to reply she allowed the best of her tempter to grab a hold of her.
"Excuse me while you two morons are fighting, I am attempting to have a nice lunch BY MY SELF. Could you two just take it down a notch and go somewhere else?"
Of course this brought about some astonished gasps and a blank stupid look from both parties who looked about ready to maul each other. Some of their so called fan girls looked about to tear her head off and in that crowd of them was Ino who, she knew would rush over and start a fight. Sakura tensed slightly as an amused face flickered over the Uchiha, the Hyuuga looked slightly flustered. Was it that irregular that a girl speaks up against them and their horrid child school antics? It wasn't too irregular in Suna for a woman or even a high school girl to strike up an argument or anything of aggressive behavior. Their pea brains must have forgotten where she was from; she was no girl from the Grass city.