Hi people! Here's the new chappie! Sorry for my late update! Chappie number 10, haha! So, I'd like to thank everyone for their reviews and the new favorites and alerts! And thanks for sticking with this, and the support! I've been VERY busy... Sooo... Hehe, Happy Birthday to Me! Yeah, it was my b-day on Sunday, the 4th. And instead of cupcakes, you all get an update! And more reviews are my present... Right?
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EXCLAIMATION POINT!
Haha, now, if there was any misunderstandings about this chappie, Sasuke and Sakura have their own little bet that is switching personalities, for like a day! It seems legit... I guess. (Nah, I'm for sure, heheh)
This chappie contains a jealous Hidan, a jealous Ten-Ten, a sexy Sasuke dressed like a rich boy, a Sakura dressed like... Uh, you could say a scenster or with a different style, a feisty Hinata and a couple of other people, not to mention an OC submitted by Xx Lizzie-chan xX.
Now, enough of my babbling!
Disclaimers: I do not own ANYTHING. Simone Elkeles owns the plot of Perfect Chemistry, Kishimoto-sempai owns the characters used and some other stuff. All I own, which is just a little is a portion of this chappie written by me, add-ons, edits and some of the people used. That's all!
On with ze story!
Written By: Kumi-Chan/Tobi-Is-Fluffy-Chan
Chapter 10: Spooks
Sakura
"I can't believe you broke up with Hidan." Ten-Ten is painting her nails on my bed after dinner. "I hope you don't live to regret your decision, Saku. You two have been together for so long. I thought you loved him. You broke his heart, you know. He called Neiji crying... Which is something you know that he'd never do."
I sit up. "I want to be happy. Hidan doesn't make me happy anymore. He admitted to cheating on me over the some with some girls that he met. Not just one. Two of them. He had sex with them, Ten-Ten." I say to her.
"What? I can't believe it."
"Trust me. Hidan and I were over when he went away for the summer. It took me a while to realize we couldn't fake it anymore."
"So, did you move on to Sasuke? Hidan thinks you're mixing more than test tubes with your chem partner. Even today at lunch... When you were talking to Hinata Hyuga and then sat over with Sasuke and his friends... you looked so comfortable and it looked like you actually liked being over there. That surprised the shit out of everyone. People were even talking about it at pom practice."
"No," I lie. Even though Ten-Ten is my best friend, she holds the belief that there's a definite social divide. While I want to tell her the truth, I can't. Not now. Ten-Ten closes the bottle of nail polish and huffs. "Saku, I'm your best friend whether you want to believe it or not. You're lying to me. Admit it."
"What do you want me to say?" I ask.
"Try the truth, for once. Geez, Saku. I understand you don't want Temari to know shit because she's gone off the deep end emotionally. And I can understand you not wanting the triple M-factor knowing everything. But this is me. Your best friend. You know, the one who knows about Yoshiko and who has seen your mother go off on you."
Ten-Ten grabs her purse and shove it on her shoulder.
I don't want her mad at me, but I want her to know where I'm coming from. "What if you want to tell Neiji stuff? I don't want to put you in a situation where you have to lie to him."
Ten-Ten gives me a sneer that resembles the one I use all the time.
"Screw you, Saku. Thanks for making me feel like my best friend doesn't trust me." Before she leaves my room she turns back and says, "You know how people have selective hearing? You have selective disclosure. I saw you having a major conversation with Hinata Hyuga in the hall the other day and not to mention at lunch earlier today. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were sharing secrets with her." She throws up her hands. "Okay, so I admit I was jealous that my best friend is obviously sharing stuff with another friend and not me. When you realize I'm rooting like hell for you to be happy, call me."
She right. But this thing with Sasuke is so new, and I'm freaking vulnerable about it. Hinata is the only one who knows both me and Sasuke, so I went to her. "Ten-Ten, you're my best friend. You know that," I say, hoping she knows it's the truth. I might have trust issues, but that doesn't negate the fact that she's the closest friend I have.
"Then start acting like it," she says before leaving. I follow her down the stairs, out the foyer, through the living room and out the door. And I watch as she leaves.
I let out a heavy sigh. I guess I was being shallow by not telling her anything. She is or was my best friend. Ten-Ten just doesn't understand how complicated things has been. It's not easy being Sakura Haruno. No lies on that part. But everything that she "predicted" would happen didn't.
The solar system isn't out of alignment, the thread that's been holding me together is somehow thicker, and... I'm finally free of being Hidan's prize. Sasuke was right. He doesn't deserve me. I do deserve better.
I am doing better. I'm now... dating an Uchiha. Sasuke Uchiha that is.
I walk down the foyer, straight to my room and I lock myself in there. My room is one of the places where I feel like I can be my natural and true self. I flop down on my bed and stare up at the ceiling. My thoughts then go to Sasuke's challenge.
"Hello?" I say into the phone.
I called Hinata... To see if she'd like to do some... stuff with me.
"Hi there, Sakura. No surprise that you're calling me now," she tells me as soon as she picks up.
I take a deep breath.
"Do you wanna' hit it up at the mall?"
It takes her a while to answer.
"I-I mean... not a mall that's here in Konoha. Of course we'd go to one that's not in this city or area. And gas is not a problem either, I can pay and I just wanted to buy to some new clothes because Sasuke and I made a little bet-"
I went on and on to Hinata. "Sakura?"
"Yes?"
"Stop it. You're just babbling on and on. And yes, I guess I'll go to the mall with you. As long as you stop talking." Hinata says to me. I let out a sigh filled with relief and roam my fingers through my hair.
"Says the girl who studders sometimes." I say back, then start laughing. The other end of the line is silent... I actually think I hear crickets chirping. I guess my joke wasn't funny.
"Sakura?" She finally says.
"Yes, Hinata?" I wonder if she can hear my voice crack a bit.
"Never do that again. For one it wasn't funny and two, I had a serious problem when I was a kid. Nothing to joke about."
"Okay..."
"Am I coming to pick you up? Do we meet there, or..."
"We can meet there," I am quick to say. "Alright. See you there." And with that, she hangs up. I flip my phone shut and grab my car keys.
"Mom, I'll be out for a couple of hours..." I say as I walk out the front door, not even waiting for her response.
About thirty minutes later, I'm waiting at the entrance of the West Mall in Kirigakure. I cross my arms over my chest as I wait for Hinata. Many people, teens in particular are passing by, entering the mall. I haven't been here before, but I guess it'll be a new experience for both me and Hinata.
"Hey," I hear someone say behind me. I turn around just to see a group of boys, about four of them, looking my way. "... Hi...?" I reluctantly say back.
One guy, who looks about my age, with dyed blue hair comes up to me. He's dressed in a polo-shirt, wearing slacks and some type of leather loafers. In my opinion, he shouldn't have walked out the house with that bad dye job. I think he notices me checking him out... Maybe that made his ego swell up.
"Don't you know that it's a crime to walk out of your house dressed like that?"
I look down at what I'm wearing. Nothing much. Something I consider simple which is some stockings, a pencil skirt that stop where my thighs start at, laced up boots and a button-down shirt, half-way buttoned. Add a tank top under that a few accessories and you'll have a simple Sakura Haruno outfit. Hell, this is what I consider casual. So... What is this guy talking about?
By the expression on my face, he can tell that I'm clueless.
"Basically, in my opinion, you look fine." He muses, stepping closer to me. I take a step back. "Uh... Thanks... I guess."
I look around for Hinata. Where is a Hyuga, Uchiha and the rest of those different clans when you need one?!
"So how about you come along with me and my friends and we can-"
"I don't think she's interested." I hear a stern but soft, familiar voice say.
"Yeah! Me neither! Sakura-chan isn't into losers like you! She's got her an Uchiha!" Backs up another voice. Everyone turns around to see Hinata standing with her arms crossed, looking all feisty... And good-looking. Then there's that goofy but serious looking Naruto. Thank god those two are coming to my rescue.
"Woah. Did I just hear the word 'Uchiha' come out your mouth, girl?" One of his friends pipes in.
"Yeah, Uchiha. You got a problem with that, pencil-neck?" She fires back. Do my ears deceive me?... Is she... defending me and talking trash at the same time? Hinata's not someone to even be feisty. She's mostly quiet. This is a major surprise.
The guy sneers at the three of us. "Leave these noobs alone, Aharu. We don't associate with their kind, remember? And I have no idea what people who are friends with those trash Uchihas are doing here, anyways."
"Why don't you two bitches and your pimp get moving along." The blue haired guy says, turning his back to us. He looks at me and Hinata as if we're a bunch of prostitutes or something.
"Bitch, this is a free country. The three of us have earned our rights to be here, so just sit all of your wanna-be asses down somewhere and we'll be on our way." Hinata fumes, walking up to me and grabbing my hand. We walk pass the boys with Naruto stalking behind. "Yeah. We're walking in the mall. Not away from it." He says. Before he enters with us, Hinata and I both hear his muffled words from outside.
"Hoes." He yells at them.
And he walks in after that.
By the time we're inside, we're greeted by cool air, the sound of people talking and constant chatter and I could tell that over a thousand people were in this mall.
"Okay, first of all, Sakura, this mall is way to big to be walking in." Naruto blurts out. "Second of all, I'm gonna go get a smoothie." Naruto walks toward somewhere in the mall and disappears after that. "Meet us back by the entrance," I hear Hinata mutter as she texts him what she just said. When she's done, she looks up, puts her phone away and points to a small area where a few people are gathered. "There's a map of the mall. L-Let's go check it out."
We both walk over there and examine the map. There are five sections to this mall, including an outside area with shops where I'd expect my mom to shop at. Channel, Gucci, MCM, Prada, Coach and many other places.
Hinata is silent as she skims the directory of the mall. "Okay... Right now, we're in section 1, where there's a food court, which is where Naruto is probably headed... And different store and shops." She says. "Any place in particular you were looking to go...?"
I shrug my shoulders. "Actually... I was hoping you would know some stores... I wanted to get a couple of outfits... That fits the description of Sasuke... So I turned to you for help..." I admit. One of Hinata's blue eyebrows rose up. "A d-description that... fits... Sasuke?"
"Well, remember on the phone when I was babbling on and on... And I said 'Sasuke and I have this little bet going on'?"
She nods her head once.
"The bet's to see if we can switch personalities for a day. Loser has to give in to the winner's demands."
"Pssh, we know who won that already."
"Come on," she says, taking her eyes of the directory and walking towards the start of the mall. "We'll head to a store called 'Hot Topic' and pick out a couple of skirts and accessories. How much money do you have?" (Yeah, I love Hot Topic. That's my favorite store, so I just HAD to make them shop there.)
"A couple hundred." I tell her, pulling out my wallet.
"By the way, if you're wondering why I said 'yes' to this little outing... It's because... I guess you've earned my trust." Hinata says.
"... I have?"
She nods and starts to walk a little faster. I almost have to sprint to catch up to her.
"So... You count this as hanging out?" I question. She gives me a little shoulder shrug. "I g-guess..."
There's a short silence before we reach the store.
"Here we are..." She points to a slightly big store, that seems to be very popular considering the amount of people shopping here. We walk in. "Hey guys, I just want to tell you that all band t-shirts are buy one, get one fifty percent off." A guy who is standing at the entrance of the store says to us and a couple of other people who walk in after us. "Okay, thanks." Hinata says to him.
"First of all, you have to know Sasuke's style." She says, as soon as we hit a wall with a bunch of t-shirts hanging up to show the different designs on them. Below the hanged up t-shirts and different shelves with them on it. "So, what exactly is his style?" I ask, picking up a pink shirt that has the band 'Pink Floyd' on them.
Hinata grimaces, "Sasuke hates the color pink, and he definitely does not like Pink Floyd. He like more louder musical icons and kind of likes dark colors and a few neon things. Only a few pastel colors pisque his interest."
I look at the shirt and neatly fold it, placing it back on the shelf. I then look in the mirror right next to the shelves. I touch my hair. It's pink. So... Does Sasuke hate my hair color? That makes me wonder.
"Sakura, pay attention." Hinata snaps, examining a black, ruffled mini skirt. And apparently, she is resembling Ms. Tsunade with that stern look on her face.
"What size do you wear in bottoms?"
"I can fit a size 0-3..." I say.
"I think this skirt is a go... It'll look nice... And you can add some stockings under it..." She sighs, handing it to me. I give her a grateful smile. "Thanks."
She smiles faintly at me. "No problem..."
After purchasing the skirt, we're back walking through the mall.
"So... Uh, thanks for rescuing me from those guys."
"You're welcome." Hinata tells me. "Guys like that are only after one thing. And I think you know what that thing is."
"Yeah..."
"And what did he mean when he said 'we don't associate with your kind'?"
"He meant that they don't talk or like to be around Uchihas, Uzumakis, Hyugas, you know, our kind. Some of them are from rival gangs, I guess." She informs me. Well, I guess I learned something today. I guess even the standards of North-siders and South-siders apply to other cities, not just Konoha. "Um, so... How are things with you and Naruto?" I ask; anyone could sense the hesitation placed in the depths of my voice.
She frowns and then smiles faintly again. Her head cocks to the side as if she is contemplating on how she feels. "I guess... things are okay." She finally says. "We talk more often than usual. And even a-after that stunt you pulled at lunch, he's been kind of getting closer to me, I guess."
"That's good news..." I whisper as we pass many different stores.
"Another store that we can go to is Journeys. To get you some shoes."
"Shoes? What kind of shoes?" I question, wondering about the type of shoes Sasuke mostly wears. Now that you mention it... I've only seen him in his leather combat boots and a couple of different pairs of sneakers.
... I only own about two pairs of sneakers. And they both are my pom-pom shoes. One pair is used for practice and the other is used as a part of my uniform... The rest of my wardrobe of shoes are wedges, sandals, flats, high heels and some flip-flops. Me and Sasuke are definitely different when it comes to style, the way we act and the way we dress. Maybe tomorrow might be a time to test each other to see if we are compatible.
We reach the store called "Journey's" and I notice that it's an underground shoe store. There are mostly sneakers, boots and a couple of different types of shoes. If there are flats or heels, there is not much of a selection to choose from.
"He sort of has a thing for leather, combat boots... And sneakers." Hinata points out as we browse the different selection of shoes on display.
"Do you two ladies need any help?" A guy who works there askes us. He looks to be older than us, is covered in different tattoos, has this huge hole in his ears and is dressed complete weird.
"No, we'll let you know if we need anything." Hinata says, turning back to the shoes.
When the employee walks away, I lean towards Hinata and whisper in her ear, "Did you see his earrings...? There's a huge hole in his ear! Did he like, cut out a chunk of his ear or something? I could fit about three fingers into it!" I'm panting at my loss of breath.
"Sakura, it's called gauges or plugs. It's a style that some people wear. And no, there was no chunk of his ear cut out, OK?" Hinata is speaking to me in a calm and slow manner as if I need help comprehending... I was just taken by surprise when I saw that. No one on the north side has anything like that.
"Basically, it's most common on the south-side. Things are different. Remember that, ok?"
Well, I'll keep track of that mentally. Hopefully, everything works out for the best.
Sasuke
It's the next day of school and I am nervous as fuck. I made this little challenge for Pinkie... And I already know that she won it. How the hell am I supposed to act like her for a day, and dress like her? As good as she looks in her name brand fashions... I don't think I can pull it off.
I wore something simple which was a long-sleeved button down shirt, the nicest pair of jeans I had, which were skinnies and the color beige... Something I am not fond of. And to top it off, I actually combed my hair a bit and I borrowed a pair of "Sperri Boats" from my cousin Rin. They're shoes that rich people wear. Rin only would wear them on special occasions. I would consider myself to look rich... The button-up shirt is covering my tattoos... No holes in my jeans and no combat boots or sneakers... That's good right? I close my room door and grab my book back, stepping into the kitchen. Three different pairs of eyes are staring at me as if I'm some stranger.
"My... Sasuke, you look very handsome... today..." That's the first thing my mother says.
"What's the occasion?" Itachi asks, seeming a bit interested in the way I'm dressed.
"Probably to impress the north-sider kids. For once you don't look like a emo or a freak." Ichigo remarks.
I roll my eyes at his slick comments. Instead of hitting him or cussing him out, I compose myself and cock my head to the side. It's gonna take a hell of a lot to say this... But, "Why, thank you, family. I will be on my way to school now..."
Everyone's eyes widen. Even mom's.
"Okay, where the hell is my older brother?" Ichigo blurts out.
After mom whacks him on the head and raises her eyebrows, she continues on back to eating her breakfast. And I walk out the door after that. I'm about to get on my motorcycle, Sasu but... Do rich kids ride on motorcycles...? And it seems like Sakura isn't a fan of my bike. What the hell, man. Whatever. I straddle Sasu and ride to school.
When I show up and park in my usual parking spot... Which happens to be next to Pinkie's shiny Beemer, but she's not here yet. Everyone is looking my way. I guess this whole "new" look is a bit alarming... and weird. As I walk through the school courtyards, I'm greeted by Hina, Naruto and Deidara.
"Damn, Sasuke! You actually pulled off the rich kid look!" Naruto hollers when he sees me. I want to choke him and tell him to be quiet... But I'm supposed to be... calm, collected, richie-rich and other things that I am very, very far away from.
Hina's eyebrows are raised so high that it looks like their actually at the top of her forehead. "... Wow, Sasuke... You look..." She can't even finish her sentence.
Deidara's fist is covering his mouth and his one visible eye is widened. "Dude, you look like a richie, yeah."
I shrug my shoulders. "It's for a reason..." I say.
A reason I probably shouldn't have made... How do I even know that Pinkie will keep her end of the bargain? And how do I know that she's really in on this? Maybe this was a mistake...
"Have you, um, seen... Sakura around?" I uneasily ask.
"Oh, so that's why you're dressed like that? To impress Ms. High-All-Mighty?!" Deidara laughs. "Well, we'll see if she falls for your new look... You must really want to win that bet... hm."
Whatever.
I pass the three of them and come up to my locker. After putting in the combination, I grab my textbooks and start my way to the first class of the day. Along the way, I spot Ino and a couple of her friends. "Sasuke, wait..." I hear her call out.
She looks me from my head to my toe. She even stops chewing the gum in her mouth. "What's with the new look...?"
I open my mouth to answer her but her finger comes to my lips, silencing me. I can smell the strong scent of her nail polish... She must have just repolished them.
"Are you trying to change... for me?" Her glossed up lips curves into a flirtatious smirk. I roll my eyes and let out a sigh, because now, she's standing in a position that shows off her small but perky tits and she entwining her fingers in her hair that she let out for some reason today. As tempting as she is right now... All I want is my Pinkie. Sakura Haruno. Not Ino Yamanaka.
Music on the loud-speakers start to play and everyone in the halls are making their way to their classes. "Look, I gotta get to my class..." I trail off, about to walk away. She rolls her eyes and sighs, "I'll be seeing you at lunch, then."
And it's not a question or a statement. It's more like a demand.
Without answering, she walks off and I make my way to my first class of the day.
Sakura
So, I'm nervous when I pull up in the school parking lot. Not that today isn't going to interesting... It's that... Well... I'm extremely nervous about my looks and how the day is going to play out. Sasuke and I switching personalities and looks for a day... Oh my... The butterflies are multiplying and it's tingling and tickling the inside of my stomach.
I have to act all hard and tough, and sort of have a bad-girl style... Plus, this outfit is something I wouldn't wear out in public. After shopping with Hinata yesterday to get the perfect outfit to match Sasuke's personality... I realized something. We aren't really alike when it comes to dressing. And that's something I knew from the beginning. Yet I still agreed to do this little challenge. I tried on the outfit at home and showed it to Yoshiko. And strangely... She liked it. But I had to hurry and rush off the clothes because my mother had just pulled up in the drive way.
I was wearing that black, ruffled skirt that Hinata picked out for me, fishnet stockings... something that is very revealing and that I think only strippers wear... red, high-top vans which were surprisingly comfy (and my third pair of sneakers) and a black lacy blouse that sort of clung to my torso area. I straightened my hair and put a small bang on the side, adding a medium-sized red bow to the side of my hair to match the shoes. And... a black, leather jacket that I ordered online completes this "Sasuke on Sakura" look. No doubt I would get many looks in the hallway.
Oh, well. I'm already at school... What can I do or say about it...? Call in sick? Heck, no! The school would call my mother, she'd go off about having a perfect attendance and the world would perish as we know it.
I can hear music playing on the loud-speakers, so that signifies that class change is in process. I let out a heavy and stress-filled sigh. I can endure today... I think. Grabbing my back-pack and stepping out of the car, I lock the doors and head for the inside of the school. Thank God I have a first period class with people besides Temari, Ten-Ten, my ex and my other friends from the north-side...
-Lunch-
As I'm waiting in line to pay for my lunch, the Konoha M-Factor, Mari, Megumi and Moriko come up behind me.
"Omg, Saku... What the hell are you wearing?!"
That's the first thing that comes out of Moriko's mouth. The other two M's of Konoha are mumbling the same thing. I let out a sigh as I walk up to the cash register.
"What do ya' have today, hon'?" The cashier asks me.
"The scallops, tempura and steamed rice." I tell her, looking down at the plate of food on my tray. "Oh, and a medium-sized can of Arizona Tea."
"That'll be 4.65, hon'."
"Okay."
After paying, I grab my lunch tray and head for the outside courtyard. "Uh, Saku?... Where are you going? All of Konoha's north-siders are eating inside today. The south siders..." She pauses to scowl. "Are eating outside in the courtyards, duh!" Temari blurts out, right after she pops out of nowhere.
"Come on, we all got a table right in the center of the cafeteria. You know... Konoha's richest students at the center of attention..." She adds. I glance at the cafeteria door that led to outside, and then at the table where my sort-of friends and my ex-boyfriend. Letting out a sigh, I follow Temari and the M-Factor to the table.
"Hey, Saku." Neiji says as I take a seat next to him. Ten-Ten still must be mad because she's pouting and didn't even say 'hi' to me. Temari pulls up a seat next to Hidan and settles in, asking, "So, everyone wants to know: what's up with your outfit?"
I take a sip from my Arizona Tea, shrugging my shoulders.
Even Hidan rolls his eyes along with the rest of them. Neiji... He just looks like he isn't concerned.
"Bullshit, Saku. We all know there's something going on with you and Uchiha. Even fucking Ten-Ten knows."
I'm shaking inside... hopefully not outside for everyone to see. I'm supposed to be all tough and rowdy... So... here's a shot.
I lean closer, with a smug look on my face. "Shut the fuck up, Hidan."
All of a sudden, everyone's heads snap to look at me. Ten-Ten's even looking at me in shock. I sneer, "So what if I chose to look different today? I still look good, don't I?"
Everyone's silent.
"Okay. I'm out of here. I can't believe you, Saku." Ten-Ten sighs, getting up and heading towards the hallway.
I'm not supposed to give a shit... so... I guess I don't.
"Okay... Where was this sexy-ass Sakura a few days ago?" Kiba blurts out. Hidan glances over at him, and shoots him a death glare. His face clearly read: Shut The Fuck Up.
I sit up straight and continue to eat my lunch with these people, smiling on the inside and outside.
Who knew that being Sasuke for a day gave such a rush of... Adrenaline...?
Sasuke
-Chemistry Class-
I'm at my seat, behind Burro Face and that Temari girl who are awfully and disgustingly close to each other... Why do I even care?
I'm only obligated to think about Sakura. Her only. But I am pissed that she decided to sit with her friends today. After I walk back inside to dump my food and put the tray back, I see her laughing away with the only people at that table. Hidan, that Kiba guy, the Temari girl and that's it. They're all laughing. And it made me so angry.
I'm actually starting to wish that she saw me and Ino eating lunch together... Just to make her a bit jealous... But I pushed that aside. The bell finally rings and after a few minutes, Sakura walks in.
Everyone. And I say EVERYONE. (Every boy) They all go crazy in the back at the way she is dressed and looks.
"Dayyyuummm!" Suigetsu shouts. Hell. I'm surprised... and even "in heat". We'll put it that way. Pinkie did her thing. She looks so sexy and amazing. It's like she looks good no matter what she's wearing. She's rockin' the fishnet stockings, that mini but ruffled skirt... even the leather jacket and woah! The red Vans. She's looking so amazing.
Ms. T. orders the class to be quiet and she glances at Sakura. Her eyebrows wink up. "My... Miss. Haruno... You're late to class."
She nods her head and continues to chew the gum that's in her mouth. "Miss. Haruno, please spit out the gum."
"Okay, Ms. T.," she chimes, spitting into the waste-basket.
She walks or should I say, skips, over to her seat which is right next to me. "Hey, Emo."
"Hey..." I whisper. Okay... so maybe this bet was a bit out of proportion. She's almost exactly like me... But her nickname could have been a little better. "
She glances at me.
"Oh really?"
"Really."
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My car rounds the corner, riding the path to the body shop. When I spot Sasuke leaning on his motorcycle waiting for me in the parking lot, my pulse skips a beat. Gone is his ever-present hetai-ate and bandanna. Sasuke's thick black hair rests on his forehead, daring to be swept back into it's rightful place which is on either side of his face, into two. He looks like a young Uchiha daredevil. I can't help but smile as I park next to him.
"Pinkie, you look like you've got a secret."
I do, I think as I step out of my car. You.
"God, you look... precious.."
I turn in a circle. "Is this dress okay?"
"Come here," he says, pulling me against me. "I don't want to go to the wedding anymore. I'd rather have you all to myself."
"No way," I say, running a slow finger along the side of his jaw.
"You're a tease."
I love this playful side of Sasuke. It makes me forget all about those demons.
"I came to see an Uchiha wedding, and I expect to see one," I tell him.
"And here I thought you were comin' to be with me." He muses, looking down at me with a smug grin on his face.
"You've got a big ego, Uchiha."
"That's not all I got." He backs me against my car, his breath warming my neck more than the midday sun. I close my eyes and expect his lips on mine, but instead I hear his voice. "Give me your keys," he says, reaching around and taking them from my hand.
"You're not going to throw them into the bushes, are you?"
"Don't tempt me."
Sasuke opens my car door and slides into the driver's seat.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" I ask, confused.
"No. I'm parkin' your car into the shop so it doesn't get jacked. This is an official date. I'm driving."
I point to his motorcycle. "Don't think I'm getting on that thing."
His left eyebrow raises a fraction. "Why not? Sasu's not good enough for you?"
"Sasu? You named your motorcycle Sasu?"
"After my nickname, given by my friends."
"I like Sasu just fine. I just don't want to ride on him wearing this short dress. Unless you want everyone riding behind us to see my undies."
He rubs his chin, thinking about it. "Now that would be a sight for sore eyes..."
I cross my arms over my chest.
"I'm jokin'. We're taking my cousin's car." We get in a black Camry parked across the street. After driving a few minutes he pulls a cigarette from a pack lying on the dashboard. The click of the lighter makes me cringe.
"What?" He says, the lit cigarette dangling from his lips.
He can smoke if he wants. This might be an official date, but I'm not his official girlfriend or anything. I shake my head. "Nothing."
I hear him exhale, and the cigarette smoke burns my nostrils more than my mom's perfume. As I lower my window all the way, I suppress a cough.
When he stops at a stoplight, he looks over at me. "If you've got a problem with me smokin', tell me."
"Okay, I've got a problem with you smoking, tell me."
"Okay, I've got a problem with you smoking," I tell him.
"Why didn't you just say so?" He says, then smashes it into the car's ashtray.
"I can't believe you actually like it," I say when he starts driving again.
"It relaxes me."
"Do I make you nervous?"
His gaze travels from my eyes to my breasts and down to where my dress meets my thighs. "In that dress you do."
Sasuke
If I keep looking at her long legs, I'm gonna have an accident. And I know you all know what kind of accident I'm talking about. "How's that sister of yours?" I ask, changing the subject.
"She's waiting to beat you again in checkers."
"Is that right? Well, tell her I was goin' easy on her. I was tryin' to impress you."
"By losing?"
I shrug. "It worked, didn't it?"
I notice her fidgeting with her dress as if she needs to fix it to impress me. Wanting to ease her anxiety, I slide my fingers down her arm before capturing her hand in mine.
"You tell Yoshiko I'll be back for a rematch," I say.
She turns to me, her emerald eyes sparkling. "Really?"
"Absolutely."
During the drive, I try and make small talk. It doesn't work. I'm not the small talk kind of guy. It's a good thing Sakura seems content without talking.
Before long, I park in front of a small, two-story brick house.
"Isn't the wedding at a church?"
"Not for. She wanted to get married at her parent's house."
I rest my hand on the small of her back as we walk up to the house. Don't ask me why I feel a need to claim her as mine. Maybe deep down... I am a Neanderthal.
When we enter the house, music blares from the backyard and people fill up almost every inch of space. I check out Sakura's reaction, wondering if she feels like she's been magically transported to our Uchiha Village. My family doesn't live in big houses with swimming pools like she's used to.
Rin and a bunch of my other cousins yell greetings to us. They all speak our official language, which would seem normal except that my date only speaks english and japanese. I'm used to being kissed to death by my aunts and give hearty laps on the back by my uncles. I'm not sure she is, though. I nudge Sakura closer to me as a sign that I've forgotten her, and attempt to introduce her to my family but give up when I realize there's no way she'll remember all of their names.
"Sasuke!" A voice comes from behind us.
I turn to Naruto. "What's up?" I say, slapping my friend on the back. "Sakura, I'm sure you've seen my best friend around school. Don't worry, he knows not to tell anyone he saw you here."
"My lips are sealed," he says, then like a dork, he pretends to lock his mouth and toss the key away.
"Hi, Naruto," she chimes, laughing.
The groom, whose name is Akira, slides up to us, wearing a white tuxedo and a red rose in his lapel.
I slap my cousin-to-be on the back. "Yo, man, you really do clean up nice."
"You don't look too bad yourself. You gonna introduce me to your friend, or not?"
"Sakura, this is Akira. He's the poor guy... I mean, lucky guy marrying my cousin Ayumi."
Akira hugs her. "Any friend of Sasuke's is a friend of ours."
"Where's the bride?" Naruto asks.
"She's upstairs in her parent's room, crying."
"From happiness?" I guess.
"No, man. I went in there to give her a kiss and now she's thinkin' of callin' it off," - "She says it's bad luck to see the groom before the wedding," Akira adds, shrugging.
"Good luck," I say. "Ayumi's very superstitious. She'll probably make you do some crazy shit to make the bad luck go away."
As Naruto and Akira contemplate what she'll make him do to erase the bad luck, I take Sakura's hand and lead her outside. A live band is playing. Even though we're not in our original state, we definitely keep our traditions and culture close. Out food is fried, spicy, some are sweet, and of course, there's senbei on the table. Our families are big and close, and we like to dance to music that makes our bodies move.
"Is Naruto your cousin?" Sakura asks.
"No, he just likes to think he is. And he claims we're brothers." - "Ichigo, this is Sakura," I say when we reach my brother.
"Yeah, I know," Ichigo says. "Remember I saw you two swapping spit."
Sakura is stunned into silence.
"Watch your mouth," I say, slapping Ichigo on the back of the head. Sakura puts her hand on my chest. "It's okay, Sasuke. You don't have to protect me from everyone."
Ichigo takes on a cocky stance. "That's right, bro. You don't have to protect her. Well, maybe except from momma."
That's it. I exchange heated words with Ichigo in private so Sakura won't hear. "Go away, do not bother us, asshole." Is he trying to make my date have a shitting time? With a huff, Ichigo heads for the food.
"Where's your other brother?" Sakura asks.
We sit at one of the many small rented tables in the middle of the yard. I drape my arm over the back of her chair.
"Itachi is right there." I point to the corner of the yard, where my older brother is the center of attention, doing imitations of people. I have to inform him that talent isn't as much a useful skill, especially when he's out of college. But I'm pretty sure he knows that.
Sakura's eyes are focused on my cousin's four little kids, all under the age of seven, running around. Two-year-old Marissa have decided her dress isn't comfortable and has tossed it in the corner of the yard.
"They probably look like a bunch of rowdy kids to you."
She smiles. "No. They look like a bunch of people having fun at an outdoor wedding." - "Who's that?" She asks as a guy in a military uniform walks past us. "Another cousin?"
"Yep. He just came back from the southern areas of Otogakure and the Rice Country. Believe it or not, he used to be in the Serpent Trio, an Otogakure gang. Man, before the ANBU and the Marines, he was really fucked up with drugs."
She flashes me a look.
"I told you before, I don't mess with drugs. Not anymore, at least," I say firmly, wanting her to believe me. "Or deal them."
"Promise?"
"Yeah," I say, remembering at the beach when I got fucked up with Ino. That was the last time. "No matter what you've heard, I stay away from drugs and cocaine, 'cause that stuff ain't no joke. Believe it or not, I'd like to keep all the brain cells I was born with."
"What about Naruto?" She asks. "Does he do drugs?"
"Sometimes."
She watches Naruto, laughing and joking with my family, desperately trying to be part of it, instead of his own. His ma died a few years ago, then his dad did as well, leaving him in a crap situation at home with his foster dad. I don't blame him for wanting an escape.
My cousin Ayumi finally appears in a lacy white dress, her hair is in down, in big, bouncy curls, and her silver-colored eyes are glowing in happiness. The wedding soon starts.
While the vows are recited, I stand behind Sakura and gather her into my arms, holding her snugly. I wonder what she'll be wearing at her wedding. She'll probably have professional photography and videographers capturing the moment for eternity.
"I now pronounce you, Husband and Wife," the priest says.
The bride and groom kiss and everyone applauds.
Sakura squeezes my hand.
Sakura
I can tell Akira and Ayumi are madly in love with each other and it makes me wonder if I'll be as in love with my future husband. I think about Yoshiko. She'll never have a husband, never have children. I know my own kids will love her as much as I do; she'll have no lack of lover her entire life. But will she internally yearn for something she'll never have: a husband and family of her own?
Looking back at Sasuke, I can't see myself involved in gangs and who knows what else. It isn't me. But this guy, dab smack in the middle of everything I'm against, is connected to my like everybody else. It's my mission to make him change his life, so, one day people might say we're a perfect couple.
As music fills the air, I wrap my arm around Sasuke's waist and lay my head on his chest. He pushes stray tendrils away from my neck and holds me as we sway to the music.
A guy approaches the bride with a five-dollar bill.
"It's a tradition," Sasuke explains. "He's payin' to dance with the bride. They call it the prosperity dance."
I observe, fascinated, as the guy attaches the five-dollar bill to the train of the bride's dress with a safety pin.
My mother would be horrified.
Some yells to the guy dancing with the bride and everyone laughs.
"What's so funny?"
"They're saying he pinned the bill close to her ass."
I study the couples on the dance floor and try to replicate their moves as I get into the music. When the bride stops dancing, I ask Sasuke if he's going to dance with her, too.
When he says yes, I push him forward. "Go dance with her. I'm going to talk to your mom."
"You sure you want to do that?"
"Yeah. I saw her when we first walked in, and I don't want to ignore her. Don't worry about me. I need to do this."
He takes a ten-dollar bill out of his wallet. I try not to notice, but it's now empty. He's about to give all the money he has on him to the bride. Can he afford it? I know he works at the auto body shop, but the money he makes probably goes directly to his family.
I step back until our hands separate. "I'll be back soon."
At the row of tables where the women are setting out platters of food, I walk up to Sasuke's mom. She's wearing a red wraparound dress and looks younger than my mom. People think my mom is pretty, but Mrs. Uchiha has the timeless beauty of a movie star. Her eyes are big and onyx colored, her eyelashes are thick and touch her eyebrows, and her skin is slightly paled and flawless.
I tap her on the shoulder as she's setting the napkins on the table. "Hi, Mrs. Uchiha," I say.
"Sakura, right?" She asks.
I nod. Re-introduction over, Sakura. Stop stalling. "Umm, I've wanted to say something to you since I got here. And now seems like as good a time as any, but now I seem to be rambling and not getting to the point. I do this when I'm nervous."
The woman is looking at me like I have a screw loose. "Go on," she urges.
"Yes, well, I know we got off on the wrong foot. And I'm sorry if you felt disrespected in any way the last time we met. I just wanted you to know that I didn't go to your house with the intention of kissing Sasuke."
"Excuse me?"
"What re your intentions with Sasuke?"
"I... I'm just not sure what you want me to say. To be honest, we're figuring it out as we go along."
Mrs. Uchiha puts a hand on my shoulder. "The dear Lord knows I'm not the best mother in the world. But I care about my sons more than life itself, Sakura. And I'll do anything to protect them from harm. I see the way he looks at you, and it scares me. I can't bear to see him hurt one more time by someone he cares about."
Hearing Sasuke's mom talk about him makes me yearn for a mother who cares and loves me as much as Sasuke's mom loves him.
Trying to swallow what Mrs. Uchiha said is close to impossible; her words leave a lump the size of a golf ball in my throat.
The truth is, lately I don't even feel like a part of my own family. I'm someone who is expected by my parents to do and say the right things all the time. I've played the role for so long to help my parents concentrate on Yoshiko, who truly needs their undivided attention.
It's so hard sometimes, trying desperately to make up for being the "normal" kid. Nobody told me I didn't have to be perfect all the time. Truth is, my life is filled with never-ending, humongous amounts of guilt.
Guilt for being a normal child.
Guilt for feeling that I have to make sure Yoshiko is loved as much as I am.
Guilt for fearing that my own children might be like my sister. Guilt for being embarrassed when people stare at Yoshiko in public places.
It'll never stop. How can it when I was born with guilt right up to my ears. To Mrs. Uchiha, family means love and protection. To me, family equals guilt and conditional love.
"Mrs. Uchiha, I can't promise not to hurt Sasuke. But I can't stay away from him, even if that's what you want. I already tried that." Because being with Sasuke takes me away from my own darkness. I can feel tears welling in the corners of my eyes and falling down my face. I push my way through the crowd to find a bathroom.
Naruto is walking out of the bathroom and I rush past him.
"You might want to wait before you-" Naruto's voice fades as I close the door, locking myself in. Wiping my eyesn I gaze into the mirror. I'm a complete mess. My mascara is dripping and... Oh, it's no use. I slide down and sit on the cold tile floor. Now I realize what Naruto was about to tell me. The place stinks; it really reeks... almost to the point where I want to throw up. I put my hand over my nose, trying to ignore the offending smell as I think about Mrs. Uchiha's words.
I sit on the bathroom floor, wiping my eyes with toilet paper and doing my best to cover my nose.
A loud knock interrupts my crying fit. "Sakura, you in there?" Sasuke's voice comes through the door.
"No."
"Please come out."
"No."
"Then let me in."
"No."
"I want to teach you somethin' in our special language."
"What?"
"It's no big deal."
"What does it mean?" I ask, the tissue still on my face.
"I'll tell you if you let me in."
I turn the knob until it clicks.
Sasuke steps inside. "It means it's not a big deal." After locking the door behind him, he crouches beside me and takes me in his arms, pulling me close. Then he sniffs a few times. "Holy shit. Was Naruto in here?"
I nod.
He smoothes my hair and mutters something in whatever language that is. "What did my mother say to you?"
I bury my face in his chest. "She was just being honest," I mumble into his shirt.
A loud knock at the door interrupts us.
"It's. Open the door.
"Who's that?"
"The bride."
"Let me in!" She commands.
Sasuke unlocks the door. A vision in white ruffles with dozens of dollar bills safety-pinned to the back of her dress squeezes her way into the bathroom, then shuts the door behind her. "Okay, what's goin' on?" She, too, sniffs a bunch of times. "Was Naruto in here?"
Sasuke and I nod.
"What the fuck does that guy eat that it comes out his other end smelling so rotten? Dammit!" She says, wadding up tissue and putting it to her nose.
"It was a beautiful ceremony," I say through my own tissue. This is the most awkward and surreal situation I've ever been in.
She grabs my hand. "Come outside and enjoy the party. My aunt can be confrontational, but she doesn't mean any harm. Besides, deep down I think she likes you."
"I'm taking her home," Sasuke says, playing the role of my hero. I wonder if he'll ever get sick of it. "No, you're not takin' her home or I'll lock both of you in this stinkin' smelly room so you'll stay."
She means every word.
Another knock at the door. "Go away! Go away! Who's at the damn door?!"
"It's Akira!"
I don't know what said, but she sure said it with sassiness.
I shrug and look to Sasuke for an explanation.
"It's the groom."
Akira slips in. He isn't as crude as the rest of us because he ignores the fact that the room smells like something died. But he sniffs loudly a few times and his eyes start to water.
"Come on, ," Akira says, trying to cover his nose inconspicuously but doing a poor job of it. "Your guests are wondering where you are."
"Can't you see I'm talking to my cousin and his date?"
"Yeah, but-"
Ayumi holds up her hand to silence him while holding the tissue over her nose with the other. "I said, I'm talkin' to my cousin and his date," she declares with an attitude. "And I'm not finished yet."
"You," says, pointing directly at me. "Come with me. Sasuke, I want you and your brothers to sing."
Sasuke shakes his head. "I don't think-"
Ayumi holds up her hand in front of Sasuke, even silencing him. "I didn't ask you to think. I asked you to join your brothers in singing to me and my new husband."
Ayumi opens the door and yanks me through the house, stopping only when we reach the backyard. She let's me go only to grab the microphone from the singer.
"Naruto!" She announces loudly. "Yeah, I'm talkin' to you,". Says, pointing to Naruto talking to a bunch of girls. "Next time you want to take a dump, do in somebody else's house!"
Naruto's entourage of girls backs up and giggles, leaving him alone.
Akira rushes to the stage and attempts to pick up his wife. The poor man struggles, while the crowd laughs and claps. When is finally off the stage and Sasuke walks up to the band leader, the guests cheer for Sasuke and his brothers to sing.
Naruto sits next to me.
"Uh, sorry about the bathroom thing. I tried to warn you..." He says sheepishly.
"It's okay. I think embarrassed you enough." I lean over Naruto and ask, "Seriously, what do you think of Sasuke and me together?"
"Seriously, you're pro'bly the best thing that ever happened to him."
Sasuke
After my dad died, our ma tried to cheer me, Itachi, and Ichigo up with music. We'd dance around the house, taking turns singing with her. I think it was her way to get rid of her sorrow, atleast for a little while. At night, I used to hear her sobbing in her room. I never opened the door, but I itched to break into song and make all of her hurt go away.
I walk to the band before taking the microphone. "I wouldn't make a fool out of myself by doin' this, but the Uchiha brothers can't ignore this special request from the bride. She can be pretty persuasive."
"Yeah, I know!" Akira yells.
She punches him in his arm. He winces. She knows how to land a punch. Akira kisses his bride, too happy to care.
My brothers and I start to sing. It isn't a serious song. We sing songs by different artists. When I crown to sing to my little cousins, I wink at Sakura.
That's when I notice a hush in the crowd and whispers of shock. It's Tobi. He made an appearance, which is rare. He winds his way through the yard wearing an expensive suit while everyone stares at him. I finish the song and take my place at Sakura's side. I have an urge to protect her.
"Want a smoke?" Naruto asks me as he pulls a pack of Marlboros out of his back pocket.
I briefly glance at Sakura before answering, "No."
Naruto looks at me curiously, then shrugs and takes one for himself. "Great singin', Sasuke. If you would've given me a few more minutes, I would've had your girlfriend in the palm of my hand."
He called her my girl. Is she my girl?
I lead to a cooler full of drinks, Naruto in tow. I'm careful not to steer her toward Tobi.
Kabuto, a friend of Tobi's, is standing over the cooler sporting Serpent Trio gang colors and big, baggy jeans that hang off his ass. The Serpent Trio are our allies, but I'm sure if Sakura saw him in the streets, she'd probably run in the opposite direction.
"Hey Sasuke, Naruto," Kabuto says.
"I see you dressed for the wedding, Kabuto." I mutter.
"Asshole, monkey suits are for wanna-be guys," Kabuto says, ignoring the fact that my date is right in front of us. "You suburban gangstas are too soft. In the city are the real broth'as."
"Okay, tough guy." Naruto says with pure attitude. "Why doon't you tell that to Tobi."
I glare at Kabuto. "Kabuto, you keep talking shit like that and I'll give you firsthand proof of how tough we are... never underestimate the Uchiha clan."
Kabuto back up. "Well, I got a date with a can of Corona and a bottle of sake. Catch you later."
"It looks like he's carrying a load in his pants..." Naruto notes, staring at Kabuto from behind. I look over at Sakura, who seems paler than she usually is. "You okay?"
"You threatened that guy..." She whispers. "And I mean seriously threatened him."
Instead of answering her, I tae her hand and lead her to the edge of the makeshift dance floor, which is really a large portion of grass. Slow music is playing.
When I pull her close, she backs away. "What are you doing?"
"Dance with me," I order. "Don't argue with me. Put her arms around me and dance." I don't want to hear about how I'm in a gang, and how it scares her, and how she wants me to be out of the gang in order to date me. "But..."
"Don't think about what I said to Kabuto," I say close to her ear. "He was feelin' us out, checking how loyal we are to Tobi. If he senses any dissension, his gang might take advantage. You see, all gangs are separated into Folks or People. Every gang is affiliated with one or the other, and those affiliated with Folks are rivals with those affiliated with People. Kabuto is affiliated with-"
"Assure me nothing's going to happen to you."
I can't. "Just dance," I say quietly as I gather her arms around me and we dance. Looking over at Sakura, I see Tobi and my mother in an intense conversation. I wonder what they're talking about. She starts walking away from him, until he grabs her arm and pulls her back and says something in her ear. Just when I'm about to stop dancing to find out what the hell is going on, my mom smiles at Tobi playfully and starts laughing at something he said. I'm obviously being paranoid... right?
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Hours pass and darkness falls on the city. The party is still going strong when we walk to the car. On the drive back to Konoha, we're both quiet.
"Come here," I say softly, as I park in the auto body's back lot. She leans over the middle console, closing the distance between us. "I had an amazing time," she whispers. "Well, besides when I hid in the bathroom... and when you threatenedthat guy."
"Forget about that and kiss me," I urge.
I weave my hands in her hair. She wraps her arms around my neck as I trace the valley between her lips with my tongue. Parting her lips, I deepen the kiss. It's like a tango, first moving slow and rhythmic and then, when we're both panting and our tongues collide, the kiss turns into a hot, fast dance that I never want to end. Ino's kisses may have been hot, but Sakura's kisses are sensual, sexy and extremely addictive. We're still in the car, but it's getting cramped and the front seats don't give us enough room.
Before we know it, we move to the back seat. Still not ideal, but I hardly notice it.
I'm so getting into her moans and kisses and hands in my hair. And the smell of cherry blossoms and vanilla cookies. I'm not going to push her too far tonight. But without thinking, my hand slowly moves up her bare thigh.
"It feels so good," she sighs breathlessly.
I lean her back while my hands explore on their own. My lips carress the hollow of her neck as I ease down the strap to her dress and bra. In response, she un-buttons my shirt. When it's open, her fingers roam over my chest and shoulders, searing my skin. "You're... perfect," she pants. Right now, I'm not gonna argue with her. Moving lower, my tongue follows a path down her silky skin, exposed to the night air. She grabs the back of my hair, urging me on. She tastes so damn good. Too bad good...
I pull away a few inches and capture her gaze with mine, those shining emeralds glowing with desire. Talk about perfect.
"I want you, Pinkie," I say, my voice hoarse. She presses against my erection, the pleasure/pain almost unbearable. But when I start to pull her panties down, she stills my hand and pushes it away.
"I... I'm not ready for that. Sasuke, please stop."
I move off her and sit back in the seat, waiting for my body to cool down. I can't look at her as she adjusts her straps, covering her body again. Shit, I went too fast. I told myself not to get too excited, to keep my wits with this girl. Raking my hand through my hair, I let out a slow breath. "I'm sorry."
"No, I'm sorry. It's not your fault. I urged you on and you have every right to be pissed off. Listen, I just got out of a relationship with Hidan... and I've got stuff going on at home." She puts her face in her hands. "I'm so confused..." She grabs her purse and opens the door.
I follow her, my black shirt open and flying in the wind behind me like a vampire's cape. Either that, or the grim reaper's. "Sakura, wait."
"Please... Open the garage door, I need my car."
"Don't go."
I press the keypad code.
"I'm sorry," she says once more.
"Stop sayin' that. Listen, no matter what happened, I'm not with you just to get in your pants. I got carried away with the way we clicked tonight, your cherry blossom and vanilla cookies scent that I want to keep inhaling forever... Shit, I messed this up, didn't I?"
Sakura climbs in her car. "Can we just take this slow, Sasuke? This is going way too fast for me."
"Yeah," I say, nodding. I keep my hands in my pockets, resisting the urge to pull her out of the car and gather her in my arms, kissing her forever.
And dammit, if Sakura doesn't drive away...
I'd been caught up in her exploring eager hands and went overboard. I forget about everything but her when her body is close.
The bet.
This thing about Sakura is supposed to be all about a bet, not falling for a north-sider. I have to keep in mind that I'm only interested in Sakura because of the bet, and I better ignore what I suspect are real feelings.
Feelings can't be apart of this game.
Well, this is done. A long chapter 10, if I'd say. This took a couple of day... Or should I say weeks to complete. I was very busy, so you know... I wanted to update two chappies in one day, but I was unable to.
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