Hello there again! Here's chapter number SEVEN, and I hope you all enjoy it!
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And fucking unbelieveable! Some of you guys are going to college and I'm sitting here in school! Haha! Wow, it's amazing that some of you turn to this! Thank you a lot! Anyways, I'd like to wish those who are going to college a 'Good Luck' because when it's my time, I know my ass isn't gonna make it!
For one, I get lazy.
Two, I'm WAYYYY too into Fanfiction.
Three, I do my work, IF it interests me.
And Four, I'm pretty sure those college professors do no tolerate wierdness, craziness, bubbliness and all of that good jive.
So... Um... It would be Mission Impossible for me, when I go to college. And that's when, NOT if. I have dreams, like everybody else... I actually have a list of it, and teachers told me it'd take a life time to do it all. Haha, oh well! It doesn't get me down!
Now, enough of my babbling!
Last chappie, I was in a huge rush, so I had no time to get a good Author's Note in, so sorry about that!
Just know that this chappie is good! Hehe!
This chappie contains couples drama, a bitchy Temari, a horny Hidan, and a sweet, loveable, crushing Sasuke.
Shittin' me... Okay, so you can read on now... Hahaha... *sweat-drops*
It's a good chappie though.
Disclaimers: I, Kumi-Chan/Tobi-Is-Fluffy-Chan, do NOT own the plot of Perfect Chemistry, the text or characters used, yada, yada! Like I say all the time, I own nothing, except the thought of doing so, a few people, add-ons, edits and whatnot. Simone Elkeles own the plot and text, and Kishimoto-sempai owns the characters and some other stuff.
Written By: Kumi-Chan/Tobi-Is-Fluffy-Chan
Chapter 7: A Different Side to Sasuke
Sakura
The sound of my sister's heavy breathing beside me is the first thing I hear as early morning sunlight pours into her room. I'd gone to Yoshiko's room and laid next to her for hours, watching her sleep peacefully before drifting off myself.
When I was little, I would hurry into my sister's room whenever there was a thunderstorm. Not to comfort Yoshiko, but so she could comfort me. I would hold Yoshiko's hand and somehow my fears would fade.
Watching my older sister sleep soundly, I can't believe my parents want to send her away. Yoshiko is a big part of who I am; the thoughts of living without her seems so... Wrong. Sometimes I feel Yoshiko and I are connected in a way few people understand. Even when our parents can't figure out what Yoshiko is trying to say, or why she's so frustrated, I usually know why.
That's why it devastated me when she pulled my hair. I thought she's never really do it to me.
But she did.
"I won't let them take you away," I say softly yo my sleeping sister. "I'll always protect you."
I ease myself off Yoshiko's bed. There is no way I can spend time with Yoshiko without her suspecting I'm upset. So I get dressed and leave the house before she wakes up. I confided in Sasuke and the sky didn't fall. I actually felt better after telling him about Yoshiko. If I can do it with Sasuke, surely I can try it with Ten-Ten and Temari.
As I sit in front of Ten-Ten's house in my car, my thoughts turn to my life.
Nothing is going right. Senior year is supposed to be a blast... Easy and fun. So far it's been anything but. Hidan is pressuring me, a guy in a gang is more than my chemistry partner, and my parents are going to send my sister away far from Konoha. What else can go wrong?
I notice movements coming from Ten-Ten's second-story window. First legs, then a butt. ...it's Neiji Hyuuga trying to jump the trellis. Neiji must see me, because Ten-Ten's head pops out of the window. She waves and motions for me to wait. Neiji's foot still hasn't reached the trellis. Ten-Ten is holding onto his hand to steady him. He finally reaches the thing, but flowers distract him and he falls, flingling his body in all directions. He's fine though, I realize after he gives Ten-Ten a thumbs up before jogging off. That was... Weird. Neiji is never clumsy...
My thoughts flicker back to Hidan. I wonder if he would climb trellises for me.
Ten-Ten's front door opens three minutes later and she steps out in her underwear and tank top. "Saku, what are you doing here? It's seven o' clock. In the morning. You do realize it's a teacher-in-service and we have no school."
"I know, but my life is spinning out of control."
"Come inside and we'll talk," she says, opening my care door. "I'm freezing my butt off here. Oh, why don't the Konoha summers last longer?"
Inside, I take my shoes off so I don't wake up her parents.
"Don't worry, they left for the health club an hour ago."
My eyebrows furrow, because I am confused...
"Then why was Neiji escaping out your window?"
Ten-Ten winks. "You know, to keep the relationship exciting. Guys love adventure."
I follow Ten-Ten to her spacious bedroom. It's decorated in fuchsia and apple green, the colors her mother's decorator picked out for her. I plunk myself down on the extra bed as Ten-Ten calls Temari. "Tem, come over. Saku's in crisis mode."
Temari, in her pj's (which is a very short kimono-robe) and slippers, arrives a few minutes later since she lives only two houses down.
"Okay, spill," Ten-Ten demands when we're all together.
Suddenly, with all eyes on me, I'm not so sure this sharing thing is such a good idea. "It's not really anything..." I whisper.
Temari straightens. "Listen, Sakura. You got me out of bed at seven in the morning. Dish the dirt."
"Yeah," Ten-Ten says. "We're your friends. If you can't share with your friends, who can you share with?"
Sasuke Uchiha. But I'd never tell them that.
"Why don't we watch old movies," Ten-Ten suggests. "If old romance and drama movies doesn't get you to spill your guts, nothing will." Temari groans. "I can't believe you got me up for a noncrisis and old movies. You guys seriously need to get a life. The least you can do is give me gossip. Anyone have any?"
Ten-Ten leads us to the living room and we all sink into the cushions on her parent's sofa. "I heard Akiko Yakusa was found kissing someone in the custodian closet on Tuesday."
"Whoop-de-doo," Temari says, totally unimpressed.
"Did I mention it was one of the custodians?" Ten-Ten added.
"Now that is good gossip, Ten-Ten." Temari exclaims, pointing at her.
Is that how it's going to be if I share anything, turning my misery into gossip for everyone to laugh about? In Ten-Ten's living toom four hours, two movies, popcorn and a tub of ice cream later, I'm feeling better. Maybe it was old movies, but somehow I think everything is possible. Which makes me think about...
"What do you guys think about Sasuke Uchiha?" I ask.
Ten-Ten pops a piece of popcorn in her mouth. "What do you mean 'what do we think of him?'"
"I don't know," I say, unable to stop thinking about the intense undeniable attraction that is always between us. "He's my chemistry partner."
"And...?" Ten-Ten urges, waving her hand in the air as if saying, "So what's your point?"
I grab the remote control and pause the movie. "He's hot. Admit it."
"Eww, Saku," Temari says, pretending to stick her finger down her throat and gagging.
Ten-Ten says, "Okay, so I admit he's cute. But he's not someone I would ever date. He's, you know, a gang member."
"Half the time he comes to school high," Temari chimes in. I roll my eyes, Sasuke's not what he seems. Temari is just like everyone else, judging him. Back then, when he kidnapped me and gave me driving lessons... And opened up to me, I saw a different Sasuke. Not the one that is cocky, annoying as hell and arrogant.
"I sit right next to him, Temari, and I never noticed him high at school."
"Are you kidding, Saku? Sasuke does drugs before school, and in the guys bathroom he cuts himself and smokes when he ditches study hall. And I'm not talking about pot. He's into the hard stuff," Temari states like it's a fact.
"Have you seen him do drugs?" I challenge, raising an eyebrow.
"Listen, Saku. I don't have to be in the room with him to know he snorts or shoots up. Sasuke is dangerous. Besides, girls like us don't mix with Uchihas, Uzumakis, Yamanakas, or Hyuugas. No one from the south-side for that matter."
I lean into the plush cushions of the couch. "Yeah, I know."
"Hidan loves you," Ten-Ten says, changing the subject.
Love, I sense, is a far cry from what Hidan felt for me at the beach, but I don't even want to go there. Three times my mom tries to contact me. First on my cell, although turning it off didn't deter her because she called Ten-Ten's house twice.
"Your mom's coming over if you don't talk to her," Ten-Ten says, the phone dangling from her fingers.
"If she does, I'm leaving."
Ten-Ten hands me the phone. "Me and Temari are going outside so you can have some privacy. I don't know what this is all about, but talk to her."
I hold the phone to my ear. "Hello, Mother."
"Listen, Sakura, I know you're upset. We finalized the plans about Yoshiko last night. I know it's hard on you, but she's been more and more frustrated lately."
"Mom, she's twenty years old and gets upset when people can't understand her. Don't you think that's normal?"
"You're going to college next year. It's not fair to keep her home anymore. Stop being so selfish.
If Yoshiko is being sent away because I'm going to college, it is my fault. "You're going to do this no matter how I feel about it, aren't you?" I ask
"Yes. It's a done deal."
And with that, I hang up the phone, letting out a heavy, irritated sigh.
Sasuke
When Sakura walks into Mrs. T.'s class on Friday I'm still thinking about how I'm going to get back at her for throwing my keys into the woods last weekend. It took me forty-five minutes to find those sucker, and all the while I was cursing Sakura. Okay, so I give her props for dishing it out. And being sexy and cool enough to do it. I also have her to thank for helping me talk about the night of my father's death. Because of it, I've called older OG's in the Uchiha clan, asking them if they know who might have had a grudge against my dad.
Sakura has been wary this whole week. She's waiting for me to play a joke on her, to get back at her for tossing my keys into the woods. After school, as I'm at my locker picking books to take home, she storms up to me wearing her sexy pom uniform.
"Meet me in the wrestling gym," she orders.
Now I can do two things: meet her like she told me to or leave the school. Am I going to meet her?
...
Yes.
I take my books and enter the small gym. Sakura is standing, with on hand on her curvy hip, holding out her keychain without keys dangling from it.
"Where have my keys magically disappeared to?" She asks. "I'm going to be late for the game if you don't tell me. Ms. Kurenai will kick me off the squad if I'm not at the game."
I smirk. "I tossed them somewhere. You know, you should really get a purse that has a zipper. You never know when someone will reach in and grab somethin'."
"Glad to know you're a klepto. Wanna give me a hint as to where you've hidden them?" She asks, pursing her glossed up lips.
I lean against the wall of the wrestling gym, thinking about what people would think if they caught us together. "It's in a place that's wet. Really, really wet," I say, giving her a clue.
Okay... That sort of sounded wrong if you think about it in a sexual way; but Sakura doesn't think like that...
...
Or does she?
"The pool?"
I nod. "Creative, huh?"
She tries to push me into the wall. "Oh, I'm going to kill you. You better go get them."
If I didn't know better, I'd think she was flirting with me. I think she likes this game we have going on. "Pinkie, you should know better than that. You're all on your own, like I was when you left me in the library parking lot."
She cocks her head to the side, gives me sad eyes, and pouts. I shouldn't concentrate on her pouty lips, it's dangerous. But I can't help it. I wonder what she would do if I kissed her...
"Show me where they are, Sasuke. Please."
I let her sweat it out a minute before I give in. By now most of the school is deserted. Half of the students are on their way to the football game. The other half is glad they're not on their way to the football game.
We walk to the pool. The lights are off, but sunlight is still shining through the windows. Sakura's keys are where I threw 'em. In the middle of the deep end. I point to the shiny pieces of silver under the water. "There they are. Have at it."
Sakura stand with her hands on her short skirt, contemplating how she's going to get them. She struts over to the long stuck hanging on the wall that's used to pull drowning people out of water. "Piece of cake," she tells me. But as she sticks the pole into the water, she finds out it's not a piece of cake. I surpress a laugh as I stand at the edge of the pool and watch her attempt the impossible.
"You can always strip and go naked. I'll watch to make sure nobody comes in." I tease, flashing her a crooked smile.
She walks up to me, the pole gripped firmly in her fingers. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Uh, yeah," I say, stating the obvious. I have to warn you, though. If you have granny panties on, you'll blow my fantasy."
She smirks, putting her hands on her hips, and dropping the pole. "For your information, they're satin pink. As long as we're sharing personal info, are you a boxers or briefs guy?"
I cross my arms over my chest, telling her, "Neither. My boys go free, if you know what I mean." Okay, I don't let my boys go free. She'll just have to figure that out herself.
"Gross, Sasuke."
"Don't knock it, 'til you try it," I say to her, then walk toward the door.
"You're leaving?"
"Uh... yeah."
"Aren't you going to help me get the keys?" She asks, giving me a look.
"Uh... nope." If I stay, I'll be tempted to ask her to ditch the football game to be with me. I'm definitely not ready to hear the answer to that question. Toying with her, I can handle. Showing my true colors like I did the other day made me take my guard down. I'm not about to do that again. I push the door after taking one last glance at Sakura, wondering if leaving her right now makes me an idiot, a jerk, a coward, or all of the above.
At home, when I'm far from Sakura and her car keys, I look for my brothers. I promised myself I'd talk to Itachi and Ichigo this week and I've delayed it long enough. Before I know it, they'll both be jumped in and get the ritual beating as the initiation into the Uchiha clan gang just like I got.
I find Ichigo in our bedroom, in the process of showing something under his bed.
"What was that?" I ask.
He sits on his bed with his arms crossed. "Nothing."
"Don't give me that nothing bullshit, Ichigo." I push him aside and look under his bed. Sure enough, a shiny kunai, .25 Berreta and a couple of shuriken is staring back at me. Mocking me. I pull it all out and hold it in my hand. "Where'd you get this?"
"None of your business."
This is the first time in my life I've seriously wanted to scare the crap out of Ichigo. I itch to stick the gun in between his eyes and show him what it's like for gang members all the time, to feel threatened and unsure of what day will end up being your last. I was to grab the kunai and hold the sharp point against his neck, at the spot where one of the most important veins and vital-signs are. And I want to throw a shuriken at the wall, letting it scratch his skin just a bit, to scare him. "I'm your older brother, Ichigo. Father isn't here, so that leaves me to knock some sense into you." I look at the gun. From the weight, I can tell it's loaded. Geez, if it accidentally went off, Ichigo could be killed. If Itachi found it... shit, this is bad. He's not really exposed to violence... Who knows how he'll react.
Ichigo attempts to stand but I push him back on the bed.
"You go around strapped," he complains. "Why can't I?"
"You know why. I'm a gangbanger. You're not. You're gonna study, go to college and have a life."
"You think you've got our life all planned out, don't you?" Ichigo spits out. "Well, I've got a plan, too."
"It better not include getting jumped in."
Ichigo is silent.
I think I've already lost him and my body is as tense as a steel rod. I can prevent the jumping in from happening but only if Ichigo is willing to let me intervene. I run my fingers through my hair, sighing heavily. I look at the picture of Hanabi above Ichigo's bed. He met her this summer in Konoha when we watched fireworks on July Forth. She's Hinata's younger sister. She however doesn't live with her and ever since they met he's been obsessed with her. They talk on the phone every night.
She's smart, she's Hyuuuga, and when she eyed me and my tattoos when Ichigo tried to introduce us she got so scared her eyes darted around as if she'd get shot just being within five feet of me.
"You think Hanabi'll want to date you if you're a strapped gang member?" I ask.
No response, which is good. He's thinking.
"She'll dump your ass as soon as you can say 'twenty-five caliber'."
Ichigo's gaze wanders to the picture of her on his wall.
"Ichigo, ask where she'd going to college. I'll bet she has a plan. If you want the same plan, it's doable."
My brother looks up at me. He's waging war within himself, choosing between what he knows is coming easy to him. The gang life and the hardest thing he ever wants to go for, like Hanabi.
"Stop hanging around Kisame, let Itachi be, he knows what's best for himself. He's smart. And so are you. However, you're not acting like it. Find some new friends, and join the kemari, soccer team at school or somethin'. Start acting like a kid and let me take care of the rest."
I stuff the Barretta, kunai and shuriken in a holster connected to my jeans and walk out of the house, heading for the warehouse.
Sakura
I was late for the football game. After Sasuke left, I stripped down to my bra and underwear and jumped into the pool to grab my keys. Thanks to Sasuke, I got a demotion. Temari, the co-captain of the pom squad, is now officially the captain. It took me a glaf hour to dry my cotton-candy pink hair, that clung to my neck, shoulders, face and body and reapply my makeup in the girl's changing room. Ms. Small was pissed off that I was late to the game. She told me I should feel lucky I got a demotion instead of being suspended from the squad.
After the game, I lay down on the living room couch with my sister. My hair still smells like chlorine, but I'm too tired to care. As I watch reality shows after dinner, my eyes start to close.
"Sakurako, wake up. Hidan is here," my mom says, shaking me. I look up at Hidan, standing over me. He puts his hands up. "You ready?"
Oh, man. I forgot about Kiba's party, which was planned months ago. I'm so not in a mood. "Let's ditch it and stay home." I say.
"Are you fucking kidding, Saku? Everyone is expecting us to be there. There's no fucking way you're missing the biggest bash of the year." He looks at my sweat pants and T-shirt that says GET CHECKED, which I got when I did the Breast Cancer Walk last year. "I'll wait while you get changed. Hurry up. Why don't you wear that sexy-ass black minidress I love?" He suggests, which sounded more like an order.
I drag myself to my closet to change. In the corner, lying next to my DKNY tank top, is Sasuke's hetai-ate. I washed it last night, but I close my eyes and bring it to my nose to see if his scent lingers in the fabric. All I smell is laundry detergent and find myself disappointed. I'm not ready to analyze my feelings right now, especially since Hidan is downstairs waiting for me.
Slipping on the black minidress and fixing my hair and makeup a while. I dab on a little light pink blush to brighten up my cheeks and put on dark pink lip-gloss. I hope Hidan isn't pissed I'm taking so long. I have to get it right. I grab the comb and run through my cotton-candy pink locks that are a bit tangled. After straightening it out, I get a bottle of olive-oil hair spray and spritz a little all over my head. Fluffing my hair and clipping on a medium-sized matching black hair-bow is the last thing I do before walking down stairs.
My mom will surely comment on my appearance in front of him.
Back downstairs. I see Hidan sitting on the edge of the couch ignoring Yoshiko. I think he's nervous around her... Or he just plain doesn't like her.
My mom "the inspector" walks over to me and feels my hair. "Did you condition?"
Does she mean before or after my swim in the pool to retrieve my keys? I push her hand away. "Mom, please."
"You look amazing," Hidan says, sliding beside me. Thankfully Mom backs away, obviously please and comforted by Hidan's approval even if my hair isn't perfect.
During the ride to Kiba's house, I study my boyfriend of two years. The first time we kissed was during a spin-the-bottle game at Kiba's house our sophomore year. We made out in front of everyone, Hidan taking me in his arms and kissing me for a full five minutes. Yes, the onlookers timed it. We've been a couple ever since.
"What are you looking at me like that?" He asks, glancing my way.
"I was remembering the first time we kissed."
"At Kiba's place. Yeah, we sure put on a show for everyone, didn't we? Even the seniors back then were impressed."
"Now we're the seniors," I say.
"And we're still the golden couple, babe," he says, pulling into Kiba's driveway. "Let the party start, the golden couple has fucking arrived!" Hidan yells when we walk into the house.
Hidan joins the guys while I search for Ten-Ten. I find her in the living room. Ten-Ten hugs me, then motions to a spot on the sofa next to her. A bunch of girls from the pom squad are hear, including Temari.
"Now that Saku's here," Ten-Ten says, "we can start playing."
"Who would you rather kiss?" Moriko asks. Ten-Ten leans back on the couch. "Let's start easy. Pug or poodle?"
I laugh. "You mean as in dog?"
"Yeah."
"Okay," I say. Poodles are cute and cuddly, but Pugs are more masculine and have that don't-mess-with-me look. As much as I like cute and cuddly, a poodle won't cut it. "Pug."
Kind of like Hidan and Sasuke when you think about it... Damn.
Mari scrunches up her face. "Ew! Poodle for sure. Pugs have that pushed-in nose and snorting problem. Not conducive to kissing."
"We're not actually going to try it, dumbass," Ten-Ten says.
"I got one," I say. "Mr. Kakashi Hatake or Coach Guy?"
Every girl says in unison, "Kakashi Hatake!"
"He's such a hottie," Megumi says.
Ten-Ten giggles. "I hate to break the news, but I hear he's gay... With that new teacher, Mr. Yamato; I also heard that he used to date Mr. Iruka Umino, the language arts teacher."
Temari rolls her eyes. "You don't know that for sure... But that is some juicy gossip."
"Yeah, Ten-Ten. No way," Megumi says. "You sure? Well, even if it is, I'd still pick him over Guy any day."
Temari gets a devious smirk on her face. "I've got one," Temari chimes in. "Hidan or Sasuke Uchiha?"
All eyes turn on me. Then Ten-Ten nudges me, giving me a hint we've got company.
Hidan.
Why did Temari set me up like that?
Everyone's eyes now focus on Hidan, standing behind me.
"Oops. Sorry," Temari says, covering her slip of tongue.
"Everyone knows Sakura would choose Hidan," Ten-Ten pipes in as she pops a pretzel into her mouth.
The M-factor of Konoha sneer at the same time.
"Temari, what's wrong with you?!"
"What? It's only a game, Moriko." She says back to her, shrugging her shoulders.
"Yeah, but we're playing a different game you're playing." Megumi sasses to her.
Temari turns her head to look at her. "What's that supposed to mean? Just because you don't have a boyfriend- -"
"Just shut up." Mari pipes in.
Hidan walks past us and heads for the patio. After giving Temari a pissed-off look and silently praising the M-Factor got telling her off, I follow him outside.
I find Hidan sitting on one of the lounge chairs by the pool.
"Did you have to fucking hesitate when Temari asked that question?" He says to me. "You made a fucking, shitty fool out of me back there."
"Yeah, well, I'm not very happy with Temari right now."
He gives me a short laugh, rolling his purplish-pink eyes. "Don't you get it? It's not Temari's fault."
"You think it's mine?" I point to myself, glaring my eyes at him. "As if I asked for Sasuke to be my partner."
He stands. "You didn't protest too much." He hisses, crossing his arms over his chest.
"You want to fight, Hidan?" I ask, placing my hands on my hips.
"Maybe I do. You don't even know how to be a girlfriend."
"How can you say that?! Who took you to the fucking hospital when you sprained your wrist? Who ran onto the field and kissed you after your first touchdown? Who came to visit you every day last year when you got chicken pox? Don't fucking go there, Hidan. And who was there, all the time? Not Temari, not Kiba, not anyone else." I rant.
I got driving lessons against my will. I passed out drunk in Sasuke's arms, but I didn't know what I was doing. Nothing happened with Sasuke. I'm innocent, even if I have thoughts that aren't.
"That was last year." Hidan takes my hand and lead me into the house. "I want you to show me how much you fucking care. Now." He whispers, dragging me up the stairs.
We enter Kiba's bedroom and Hidan pulls me down on the bed with him.
I push him away when he nuzzles my neck.
"Stop acting like I'm going to fucking force you, Saku," Hidan slurs. The bed creaks under his weight. "Ever since school started, you've been acting like a damn prude."
I sit up. "I don't want to base our relationship on sex. It's like we never talk anymore."
"So talk," he says as on of his hands wanders on my chest and the other grabs my butt.
"You go first. You say something, then I'll say something." I say.
"That's the stupidest fucking thing I ever heard, Sakura. I don't want to say anything. If you've got something on your mind, let it out."
I breathe deeply, chastising myself for feeling more comfortable with Sasuke than here in a bed with Hidan. I can't let our relationship end. My mom would freak, my friends would freak... the solar system would go out of alignment...
Hidan pulls me beside him. I can't break up with him just because I'm scared of having sex. He is, after all, a virgin, too. Most of our friends have done it; maybe I'm being silly about the whole thing. Maybe my interest in Sasuke is my excuse to avoid doing it with Hidan.
Hidan's arm snakes around my waist. We've spent two years together, why blow it all for some silly attraction to someone I shouldn't even be talking to?
...
It's silly, right?
When his lips are inches from mine, my gaze freezes. On Kiba's dresser is a picture. Kiba and Hidan has his arms intimately around the cute one with brown hair and a short, shag cut. They're smiling wide, as if they have a secret they aren't about to share.
I point to the picture, moving his hand and stopping him from rubbing on my butt. "Who's that?" I ask, trying to keep the unease out of my voice.
"Just a couple of girls we met at the beach," he says, leaning back while looking at the picture.
"What was the name of the girl you had your arm around?"
He shrugs his shoulders, "I don't know. I think it was Ami or something like that."
"You look like a couple..." I trail off.
"That's fucking ridiculous. Come here," he says, pushing himself up and blocking my view of the picture. "You're the one I want now, Saku." He pulls his shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor and revealing his well-toned chest. His hair stays perfectly in place, slicked-back like it always is.
What does he mean by now? As if he wanted Ami over the summer, but now he wants me?! Am I overanalyzing his words? Before I can think further, he eases my dress and bra up to my chin. My breasts are all out in the open, and I'm getting nervous. His hands are roaming all over my now-visible body. Over my butt, hips, stomach and now up to my chest. I'm trying to get into the mood and convince myself my hesitation stems from my nervousness. "Did you lock the door?" I ask, filing my uneasiness into the dark recesses of my mind.
"Yeah," he says, totally concentrating on my breasts. All I can feel is the warmness of his tongue.
Knowing I need to participate but having a hard time motivating myself, I feel him through his pants.
Hidan lifts himself up, pushes my hand away, and unzips himself. When he lowers his pants down to his knees, I eye his lengthy member. "Come on, Saku. Let's try something new."
I'm not feeling right, it feels orchestrated. I move closer, although my mind is far away.
The door creeks open and Kiba's head pokes into the room. His mouth stretches into a wide grin. "Holy shit! Where's a cell phone camera when you need one?"
"I thought you locked the door!" I yell angrily to Hidan as I quickly pull my bra and dress back down. "You lied to me." I seeth, glaring at him.
Hidan grabs the blanket and covers himself. "Kiba, give us some fucking privacy, will ya? And Saku," he says, now looking at me, "Stop freaking out like a psycho bitch."
Kiba flashes us a toothy and cocky grin. "In case you hadn't notice, this is my room," he says. He leans against the doorway and wiggles his eyebrows at me. "Saku, tell me the truth. Are those real?"
"Kiba, you're a pig." I fume, then move away from Hidan. Hidan reaches for me as I hop off th bed. "Come back here, Saku. I'm sorry I didn't fucking lock the damn door. I was caught up in the moment."
The problem is, the unlocked door is only part of the reason why I'm made. He called me a "psycho bitch" and didn't even think twice about it. And he didn't defend me to Kiba. I look back at my boyfriend. "Yeah? Well, right now I'm caught up in the act of leaving," I say.
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At one thirty in the morning I'm staring at my cell phone in my bedroom. Hidan has called thirty-six times. And left ten messages. Since Ten-Ten drove me how, I've ignored him. Mostly because I need to let my anger deflate. I'm mortified Kiba saw me half undressed. In time it took me to find Ten-Ten and asked her to take me home, at least five people were whispering about my show in Kiba's room. I don't want to blow up like my mom does, and I was about to lose it on Hidan and Kiba back at that damn house.
I truly would have became the Sakura that I was that time when Ino Yamanaka confronted me in the girl's locker room. I wouldn't have needed no one like Hinata to save me.
By Hidan's thirty-ninth call, my heart rate is as slow as it's gonna get tonight.
I finally answer it. "Stop calling me," I say.
"I'll stop calling when you listen to what I have to say," Hidan says on the other end of the line, frustration laced through his voice.
"So talk. I'm listening." I say, my voice sounding hard, cynical.
I hear him take a deep breath. "I'm fucking sorry, Saku. I'm sorry I didn't lock the door tonight. I'm sorry for wanting to have sex. I'm sorry one of my friends thinks he's funny when he's not. I'm sorry I can't stand watching you and Uchiha in Tsunade's class. I'm sorry I changed this fucking summer."
I don't know what to say. He has changed. Have I? Or am I the same person who he said good-bye to before he left for the summer? I don't know. There's one thing I do know, though. "Hidan, I don't want to fight anymore."
"Me, neither. Can you just forget tonight ever happened? I promise I'll make it up to you. Remember our anniversary last year when my uncle flew us to The Snow Country for the day in his Cessna?"
We ended up at a resort. When we got to the restaurant for dinner that night, a huge bouquet of red rose was on our table, along with a turquiose box. Inside was a white gold bracelet from Tiffany's. "I remember," I sigh.
"I'm going to buy you the earrings to match the bracelet, Saku."
I don't have to heart to tell him it's not the earrings I want. I love the bracelet a ton and wear it all the time. But what blew me away wasn't the gift, it was that Hidan went above and beyond in planning of the day just to make it super special for us. That's what I remember when I look at the bracelet. Not the gift, but the meaning behind it. I've only seen small glimpses of that Hidan since school started.
The earrings would be a symbol of Hidan's apology and would remind me of tonight. It might also serve to guilt into giving something to him... like my virginity. He might not think of it consciously, but just the fact that the thought is lingering in my mind is a sign. I don't want the pressure.
"Hidan, I don't want the earrings."
"Then what do you want? Tell me, babe."
It takes me a while to answer. Six months ago I could have written a hundred-page essay on what I wanted. Since school started, everything has turned around. "Right now I don't know what I want." I feel bad for saying it, but it's the truth.
"Well, when you figure it out will you clue me in?"
Yeah, if I ever figure it out myself.
Sasuke
On Monday I try not to read too much in my anticipation for chemistry. Surely it's not Mrs. T. making me crave class. It's Sakura.
She walks into class late.
"Hey," I say to her, flashing her a stunning grin that would melt the heart of any girl.
"Hey..." She mumbles back. No smile, no bright eyes, not even a blush. Hell, she didn't even acknowledge my smile. Something is definitely bothering her.
"Okay, class," Mrs. T. says. "Get out your pencils. Let's see how well you've been studying."
While I silently curse Mrs. T. for not having a lab day with experiments so we can talk, I glance over at my partner. She looks totally unprepared. Feeling protective even though I have no right, I raise my hand.
"I'm afraid to call on you, Sasuke," Mrs. T. says, staring down at me.
"It's a small question."
"Go ahead. Make it quick."
"This is an open book test, right?"
The teacher glares at me over her glasses and huffs. I truly wonder if she realizes her huge breasts bounces everytime she does that. It's not a turn on to me like other guys in this class.
However... If it were Sakura... That's another question.
"No, Sasuke, this is not an open book test. And if you didn't study, you're going to get yourself a big fat F. Understand?"
I drop my books with a loud thud onto the floor in response. After Mrs. T. passes out the test, I read the first question.
The density of Al (aluminum) is 2.7 per millimeter. What volume will 10.5 grams of Al (aluminum) occupy?
After I work out my answer, I look over at Sakura. She's staring blankly at the test.
Catching me watching her, she sneers. "What?"
"Nothing. Nothing..."
"Then stop staring at me."
Mrs. T. is looking right at us. Taking a deep breath to calm myself I go back to work on the test. Does Sakura have to do that, get all hot-and-cold without warning? What sets her off?
Out of the corner of my eye, I see my chem partner grab the bathroom pass off the hook by the classroom door. Problem is, the bathroom pass can't help you escape life. It's still there when you come out. Believe me, I've tried it. Problems and crap doesn't go away by hiding in the can.
Back in class, Sakura lays her head on the table as she scribbles answers. One glance and I know she's not into it, the girl is doing a half-ass job. And when Mrs. T. orders everyone to hand in their papers my chem partner has a black stare on her face.
"If it makes you feel any better," I say quietly so only Sakura can hear, "I flunked health class in eighth grade for puttin' a lit cigarette in the dummy's mouth."
Without looking up she says, "Good for you."
Music pipes through the speaker, signaling the end of class. I watch as Sakura's pinkette hair bouncing less than usual as she shuffles out of class, surprisingly not accompanied by her boyfriend. Instead he's walking with that Temari girl and some other guy and girl in this class. I wonder if she thinks everything is supposed to land in her lap, even good grades.
I have to work for everything I have. Nothing lands in my lap.
"Hiya, Sasuke." Ino is standing in front of my locker. Okay, so some things do land in my lap.
"What's up?"
My ex-girlfriend leans toward me, the deep V of her shirt extra low-cut. "A bunch of us are goingto hang out at the beach after school." She flips the light blonde bang covering over one of her eyes and entwines her finger through her long ponytail. "Wanna come?" She asks, batting her eyelashes.
"I've got to work," I tell her. "Maybe I'll catch up with ya later."
I think about two weekends ago. After going to Sakura's house only to be talked down by her mother, something inside me snapped.
Getting drunk to drown my busted ego was a dumb idea. I wanted to be with Sakura, to hang with her not only to study but to find out what's underneath those cotton-candy pink streaks. My chem partner blew me off. Ino didn't. The memory is a hazy one, but I remember Ino in the lake, wrapping her body around me. And sitting on top of me by the fire as we smoke something much stronger than Marlboro. In my inebriated and stone ego-busted state, any girl would have felt good to me.
Ino was there, willing, and I owe her an apology because even if she was offering, I shouldn't have nibbled at the bait. I'll have to catch up with her and explain my dumbass behavior.
After school, there's a crowd around my motocycle. Shit, if anything happened to Sasu I swear I'm going to kick someone's ass. I don't have to push through the crowd because a path opens up when I get close.
All eyes are on me as I witness the vandalism to my motorcycle. They're expecting me to be in a rage. After all, who would dare attach a pink tricycle horn to handlebars and tape sparkling streams from the ends of the handles? Nobody can get away with this shit.
Except Sakura.
I scan the area, but she's not around.
"I didn't do it," Deidara is quick to say.
Everyone else murmurs they didn't do it, either.
Then murmurs of who it could be race through the crowd "Hidan... Kiba..." I'm not listening, because I know full well who the culprit is. It's my chem partner, the one who ignored me today.
I yank off the streamers with a jerk of my hand, then unscrew the pink rubber horn. Pink. I wonder if it was hers once upon a time.
"Get out of my way," I tell the crowd. They disperse pretty quick, thinking my rage level is high and they don't want to be caught in the crossfire. Sometimes playing the part of a badass does have it's advantages. The truth? I'll use the pink horn and streamers as an excuse to talk to Sakura again.
After everyone is out of sigh, I walk to the side of the football field. The pom squad is there, practicing as usual.
"Looking for someone?"
I turn around to Temari, one of Sakura's friends. "Is Sakura around?" I ask.
"Nope."
"Know where she is?"
Sasuke Uchiha asking the whereabouts of Sakura Haruno? I expect her to say it's none of my business. Or that I should leave her alone.
Instead her friend says, "She went home."
Mumuring a "thanks," I turn and walk to Sasu while dialing my cousin's number.
"Rin's Auto Body."
"It's Sasuke. I'm gonna be late for work today."
"You got another detention?"
"No, nothin' like that."
"Well, make sure you work on the Lexus for Zetsu. I told him he could pick it up at seven and you know how Zetsu is when you don't come through for him."
"No problem," I tell him as I think of Zetsu's role in the clan. He's the guy you never want to mess with, the guy who was born with an empathy chip in his brain. He has an obsession for plants, especially venus-fly-traps and even dyed his hair green. If someone is disloyal, Zetsu is responsible for either making them loyal or making sure they never narc. By any means possible, even if they're screaming for their life. "I'll be there." I say.
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Knocking on the Haruno's door ten minutes later with the pink horn and streamers in hand, I try to put on the I-am-a-cool-motherfucker pose.
When Sakura opens the door wearing a baggy T-shirt and very short shorts, I'm floored.
Her pale, emerald green eyes open wide. "Sasuke, what are you doing here?" I eye her cotton-candy pink hair tied in a loose, sloppy but sexy ponytail and my eyes trail down all of her appearance. This is a sight... I was not prepared for.
I hold out the horn and streamers.
She snatches them from my hand. "I can't believe you came here because of some prank."
"We've got some things to discuss. Besides pranks." I say.
She swallows nervously. "I'm not feeling great, okay? Let's just talk at school." She tries to close the door.
Shit, I can't believe I'm going to do this like a stalker guy in the movies. I push the door open. What shit... I think as I do this.
"Sasuke, don't." She whispers.
"Let me in. For a minute. Please."
She shakes her head, those angelic loose strands of her hair swaying bac and forth across her face. "My parents don't like when I have people over."
"Are they home?" I question, prying.
"No." She sighs, then opens the door hesitantly.
I step inside. The house is even bigger than it looks from the outside. The walls are painted bright white, reminding me of a hospital. I swear dust wouldn't have the nerve to land on their floors or counters. The two-story foyer boasts a staircase that rivals one I saw in the Sound of Music, which we were forced to watch in junior high, and the floor is as shiny as jewels... even crystal clear water.
Sakura was right. I don't belong here. It doesn't matter, because even if I don't belong in this place, she's here and I want to be where she is. "Well, what did you want to talk about?" She asks.
I wish her long, lean legs weren't sticking out from her shorts. They're a total distraction. I look away from them, desperate to keep my wits. So what if she has sexy legs? So what if she has eyes as clear as glass marbles? So what if she can take a prank like a man and give it right back?
Who am I kidding? I have no reason for being here other than the fact that I want to be near her. Screw the bet. I want to know how to make this girl laugh. I want to know what makes her cry. I want to know what it feels like to have her look at me as if I'm her knight in shining armor.
"Sakiee!" A distant voice echoes through the house, breaking the silence.
"Wait here," Sakura orders, then hurries down a hallway to the right. "I'll be right back."
I'm not about to stand here like a jackass in thw foyer. I follow her knowing I'm about to get a glimpse into her private world.
Sakura
I'm not ashamed of my sister's disablitity. But I don't want Sasuke to judge her. Because if he laughs, I couldn't take it. I whip around. "You're not good at following directions, are?"
He grins as if saying, I'm a gang member, what did you expect?
"I have to check on my sister. Do you mind?"
"Nope. It'll give me a chance to meet her. Trust me."
I should kick him out, tattoos and all. I should, but I don't. Without another word, I lead him into our dark, mahogany-paneled library. Yoshiko is sitting in her wheelchair, her head awkwardly slumped to the side as she watches television.
When she realizes she has company, her gaze shifts from the television to me to Sasuke.
"This is Sasuke," I explain, shutting off the TV. "A friend from school."
Yoshiko gives Sasuke a crooked smile and hits her specialized keyboard with her knuckles. "Hello," says a feminine, computerized voice. She hits another button. "My name is Yoshiko," the computer continues. Sasuke kneels down to Yoshiko's level. The simple act of respect tears at something suspiciously like my heart. Hidan always ignores my sister, treating her as if she's blind and deaf as well as physically and mentally disabled.
"What's up?" Sasuke say, taking Yoshiko's stiff hand in his and shaking it. "Cool computer."
"It's a person communication device or PCD," I explain. "It helps her communicate."
"Game," the computer voice says.
Sasuke moves beside Yoshiko. I hold my breath as I watch her hands, making sure theu're nowhere near his thick head of hair.
"You have games on there?" He asks.
"Yeah," I answer for her. "She's bcome a checks fanatic. Yoshiko, show him how it works."
While she slowly taps the screen with her knuckles, Sasuke watches, seemingly fascinated.
When the checkers screen comes up, Yoshiko nudges Sasuke's hand. "Yo go first," he says.
She shakes her head.
"She wants you to go first," I tell him.
"Cool." He taps the screen.
I watch, getting all mushy inside, as this tough guy plays quietly with my big sister.
"Do you mind if I make a snack for her?" I say, desperate to leave the room.
"Nah, go ahead," he says, his concentration on the game.
"You don't have to let her win," I say before leaving. "She can hold her own in checkers." I add.
He gives me a look. "Uh, thanks for the vote of confidence, but I am trying to win." Sasuke says. He has a genuine grin on his face, without trying to act all cocky or cool. It makes me even more desperate to escape... My heart throbs and skips a beat just thinking about him.
When I walk into the library with Yoshiko's food a few minutes later, he tells me, "She beat e."
I smirk, retorting, "I told you she was good. But enough games for now," I say to her, then turn to Sasuke. "I hope you don't mind me helping to feed her."
"Go for it."
He sits in my dad's favorite leather chair as I place a tray in front of Yoshiko and feed her applesauce. It's a messy affair, as usual. Tilting my head, I catch Sasuke watching as I wipe the side of my sister's mouth, gently with a towl.
"Yoshiko," I begin. "You should've let him win. You know, to be polite." Yoshiko's response is a shake of her head. Applesauce drips on her chin. "That's the way it's going to be, huh?" I ask, cracking an amused smile. But that smile automatically fades. I hope the scene doesn't gross Sasuke out. Maybe I'm testing him, to see if he can handle a glimpse of my home life. If so, he's passing. "Wait until Sasuke leaves. I'll show you who the checkers champion is."
My sister smiles that sweet, crooked smile of hers. It's like a thousand words put into one expression. For a moment I forget Sasuke is still watching me. It's so weird having him inside my life and house. He doesn't belong, yet he doesn't seem to mind being here. I don't mind it either. It actually feels... good and right.
"Why were you in a crappy mood in chem class?" He asks.
Because my sister is going to be sent away and yesterday I got caught with my boobs exposed while Hidan had his pants down right in front of me. "I'm sure you heard the guresome rumors..." I murmur to him.
"Nope, haven't heard a thing. Maybe you're just paranoid." He replies.
Maybe. Kiba saw us, but he has a big mouth. Every time someone looked my way today, I imagined they knew. I look at Sasuke. "Sometimes I wish there were Do Over Days."
"Sometime I wish there were Do Over Years," he responds seriously. "Or Fast Forward Days."
"Unfortunately, real life doesn't have a remote control." When Yoshiko is done eating, I sit her in front of the TV, then lead Sasuke to the kitchen. "My life doesn't seem so perfect after all, does it?" I question whie I take drinks out of the fridge for the both of us.
Sasuke looks at me curiously.
"What?"
He shrugs. "I guess we have stuff to deal with. I've got more demons than a horror movie."
Demons? Nothing bothers Sasuke. He never complains about his life. "What are your demons?" I ask.
He let out a heavy sigh. "If I told you about my demons, you'd run like hell away from me."
"I think you'd be surprised what I'd run from, Sasuke." Chimes from our grandfather clock echo through the house. One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
"I gotta go," Sasuke says. "How about studying tomorrow, after school. At my house."
"Your house?" I question, pointing at him and raising an eyebrow. On the south side?
"I'll show you a glimspe of my life. You game?" He asks.
I swallow. "Sure." Game on.
As I lead him to the door, I hear a car drive up to my house. If it's my mom, I'm in big trouble. No matter if we had the most innocent meeting, she'll go ballistic. I peek through the windows by the front door and recognize Temari's red sports car. "Oh, no. My friends are here."
"Don't panic," he tells me. "Open the door. It's not like you can pretend I'm not here. My motorcycle is parked in your driveway."
He's right. I can't hide the fact that he's here.
I open the door and walk outside. Sasuke is right behind me as I face Temari, Moriko and Ten-Ten walking up the sidewalk. "Hey, guys!" I say. Maybe if I act all innocent they won't make a big deal about Sasuke being here. I touch Sasuke's elbow. "We were just discussing out chemistry project, right Sasuke?" I tilt my head to the side.
... Okay, so I hate acting like this. Maybe I should just say it out with the truth.
He came over, we chatted, he spent time with me and my sister.
No big deal right?
"Right." He adds in, his voice back to it's husky, bleak tone. Ten-Ten's eyebrows are raised. I think Moriko is about to pull out her cell, no doubt to inform the other M's she saw Sasuke Uchiha walking out of my house.
"Sheould we go so you guys can be alone?" Temari asks.
Okay, so... Someone please tell me why I have and feel (basically why I desire) to punch her in the face?
"Don't be ridicuolus," I say too quicklu. Sasuke steps towards his motorcycle, his shirt outlining his perfect muscular back and his jeans outlining his perfect, muscular -
He points to me after putting on his helmet, and winks. "See ya tomorrow."
Tomorrow. His house.
I nod.
After Sasuke is out of sight, Ten-Ten says, "What was that all about?"
"Chemistry." I mumble.
Moriko's mouth is open in shock.
"Were you two doing it?" Temari asks. "'Cause we've been friends for ten years and I can count on one hand how many times I've been invited inside your house."
"He's my chemistry partner." I tell them.
"He's a gang member, an emo, and someone you shouldn't be hanging with, Saku. Don't ever forget that," Temari says.
Ten-Ten shakes his head and questions, "Are you crushing on someone other than your boyfriend? Hidan told Neiji you've been acting strange lately. As your friends, we're here to talk some sense into you."
Talk sense into me?
Me, acting strange?
He shouldn't even go there. I wonder if he told Neiji about what happened at Kiba's house, at the party. And what he said and did.
I sit on the front stoop and listen to them rant about repuatations and boyfriends and loyality for a half hour. They make sense. But I don't want to hear it. I really don't.
"Promise us there's nothing going on between you and Sasuke." Ten-Ten says to me alone while Moriko and Temari are waiting in the car for her.
"There's nothing going on between me and Sasuke," I assure her. "I swear."
But me and my inner Sakura know that, that's a big lie.
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