Love, Anon.
Author's notes: Anno… hi there! Here's a new story from me, angel moO. The idea just popped out from my head minutes ago while reading reviews for Hamlet and Juliet… hope you'll like this one. Please leave a review so I can know…
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto (I'm not the genius who created the coolest guy in Konoha history—Sasuke-kun!)
Chapter 1: messed up
I am Sakura Haruno. Cute name, eh? What's cute about it?
God, I'm starting to hate my name…
Why?
I'm a hopeless romantic. See my profile? I don't know if I will be proud to be one or it's a shame to admit I really am a hopeless and shameless romantic.
I don't like tragedies. They suck my ever unmanageable time thinking what could have been and the endless list of what ifs on the story's ending.
My love life is a complete mess. It's tragic.
Solve it the mathematical way.
If ab, and bc, then ac… (Transitive property of equality… whatever you call it—I suck at math.)
Since I hate tragedies and my love life is tragic.
In short…
I hate my love life! (If you could call it love life when I have none!)
Speaking of love life, I was pondering what's the main reason why boys don't even dare to hit on me.
Just one reason.
One.
…and it's wide.
Yeah. My forehead. Jeez. I'm very envious of girls who are so beautiful like Yamanaka Ino. She's one hot gorgeous blonde on our class. I know she's some kind of mocking me because of my wide forehead but God, what can I do? It's not my fault and my will to have it!
Though I have a zero-love-life-near-extinction, I like someone in our class. I can't really tell that I like him cause he's some kind of pissing me and pushing me to my limit that I want to punch him and whip his butt a million time everytime we… huh…huh…
Ehem… uhm… anno. He's pissing me cause, hate to admit it but, he's handsome and smart! He had that Super-accurate-Intel-pentium-4-brain that processes math problems in no time! I hate math…that's why I hate those people who doesn't have difficulties in taking math exams… so I hate him.
I actually like him.
But in class, I kept on showing him that he really pisses me! (Maybe it's because I'm just envy of him that I'm not convinced that I do like him…)
But that story happened and was told two years ago.
We're now on our fourth year in high school and you know what, I realized 6 minutes 42.33 seconds ago that I really messed up my love life for the past two years! I like him! I'm so frustrated to tell him that I'm not really angry to him!
So let's count.
I only got how many days in November… I think 6 days, December, January, February and March… four months and 6 days! Imagine that!
Nah… it's hopeless…
How will I ever tell him that I do like him?
Oh! Kami-sama! Just don't hate me soo much that I will graduate without even experiencing the sweetness and the beautiful side of high school romance!
Grrrrrrrrr!
So here's the real thing.
I am now into writing fics. Yeah. It's cool man! I can whine and whine and whine about my mishaps in my struggle in telling Uchiha Sasuke that I like him. I found myself enjoying reading fictions about love so now, I'll dare to write one on my own.
I posted my fic yesterday and I got 6 reviews on my first story. (Now I know whining can make some sense…)
My pen name was okonomiyaki-chan. I don't actually know why, among millions of words and other combinations, I chose that one… (but it tastes good, huh.)
On my first chapter, I whined about that guy named Uchida Takumi. But actually, he's Sasuke. That damn handsome guy kept on ignoring me. Everytime I try to talk to him, he'll just look at me… (I'm wondering if it's a look or a GLARE that tells me 'get lost' or 'I can kill you with my eyes') followed by his legendary, historic and most renowned "Hn."
"Hn." What the heck was that?! Is that an old English word, a French one or a Martian expression? The story's title is "Zero Love" the main character was me but of course it will be a shame if I will tell my readers that I am Haruno "The forehead girl" Sakura. I referred myself there as Hoshino Yuuka.
(Just imagine the things I'm complaining now at the very moment are the things written on my fan fiction. It's just that the names were different.)
I remembered one line from the fiction that I wrote: Hoshino Yuuka was wondering if she'll tell Takumi that she likes him, what will be his answer…
"Hn."
Hell yeah. That legendary answer… she can't figure out if that means "I like you too", "Oh really?", or "Wanna die?"? Nah… I don't know either… can anybody tell me what the heck is that 'hn' thing?!!!! I'll give you a kiss… err—just kidding. Anyway, help me figure it out!
Oh well, I really suck at writing… really. It's just that I'm bored that time and I'm so frustrated… but you know what, this evening, I decided to check out the reviews and now, I got 12. The reviews made me smile because now I know, they can relate…
I kept on reading the reviews…
The other reviewer said that Takumi must be kicked and whipped million times! Yeah! Someone understood my feelings!
I kept on smiling and laughing when a certain review caught my attention.
Nameless
2007-11-24
ch 1, anon.
Hopeless… is it based on your life? Don't you have anything to do but to whine and whine? Just stop whining and do something. You're such an award-whining author.
My eyes sharpen. The smiled that once plastered on my face faded. Who the hell is this one? How dare he or she tell me that I'm hopeless?!
Wait.
I can't breathe that time. I know that 'hopeless' thing. I know I heard it somewhere… whoever that freak who called me hopeless is… well, I'll prove him/her wrong.
So I replied on the anonymous reviewer and told him/her that:
To: nameless
-well, yeah, it's true to life… I'm going to ask you something. What can a girl like me can do? It's such a shame to be the one to confess first! So don't blame me if all I can do is to whine!
Okay. That's it. So now, I'm having a not-so-serious argument with an anonymous reviewer. Whoever he or she is, I know, somehow, she/he can help me.
Then a super mystical sound came out from my computer… "You got mail!" it said two times repeatedly. I opened it and was surprised to see an e-mail. The e-mail says that:
"Maybe he likes you too, it's just that you're just acting the same way he is… maybe he's just ignoring you too but inside, he likes you."
Whoah.
Cool.
I looked at the sender and the subject. Sender: Anon.
Subject: to Miss. Award-whining author
That boosted my interest to continue writing my story… I hope on my next post, he/she'll be reviewing again and tell me something more.
My PC doesn't have an internet connection. That's the reason why the clerk on the computer shop at the mall near our house already knew my name. By the time that I stood up on my unit, and while making my way to the counter, I saw something that made me stop from walking.
Blonde hair.
On the other chair, black-chicken-ass.
On the left side is a redhead,
And on the other was chocolate-brown long hair.
Whoah.
Is that Ino, Sasuke, Gaara and Neji?
I blushed. Of course I can't see it but I can feel blood rushing on my cheeks. Oh come on! After that 2 minutes and 12.05 seconds of 'blush-and-stare-at-his-back mode, my eyes sharpen. He started to piss me again. He's with Ino-pig! That flirt Yamanaka-girl…
What I saw next make me gasp and I even drop my flash drive.
Wanna bet what I saw?
I saw the website where I posted my story. And guess what, Gaara, Neji and even Sasuke—each has a computer unit that they rented… and each monitor—displays my story page.
Hell no.
I rubbed my eyes with my right hand and narrowed my eyes as if it will activate in zoom mode. My jaw dropped upon seeing the word "Zero Love" on the title.
Now I know, something's wrong—maybe God cursed me or something…
It only means that three of the famous guys on school are actually reading my work… I turn around and hurriedly ran outside the door, the clerk shouted "Hey Sakura-chan! Your bill!"
Life sucks.
I forgot I'm not yet paid.
When I entered the computer shop again, Gaara, Sasuke, Neji and Ino are staring at me. I rolled my eyes and slapped my forehead hard. Baka! Baka! Baka!
Hey, look, Sasuke-kun is looking at me.
I'm such a stupid.
"Hey, what the hell are ya' reading guys? Fiction stories suck big time!" Ino said turning the attention on their PC units. "And what's with the title? Nonsense…!" she added. My ears seemed to flap and steam in anger. I want to pull out my G-tech 0.3 pen and stab her in stomach million times so damn slow.
"It's about a girl whining about her love life. God, she whines a lot." Neji said passively. I heard that, loud and clear. Could he be Anon? I never thought he'll be that soft and at the same time—
"Hopeless." Gaara commented flatly. Whaaaaaaaaaa! IT'S GAARA! It's him! He said HOPELESS!!!!! Hopeless dude! It's him! I'm sure that—
"But maybe Takumi likes Yuuka too… it's just that he's just acting the same way she is… maybe he's just ignoring her too but inside, he likes her." Sasuke added.
With that, I froze.
Why?
One of them is Anon!
I'm not sure who it is but if its true that Anon is one of them… maybe he already knew that Yuuka is really me…
I looked at their direction "Why are ya' here, Haruno?" Ino asked. I looked at the monitor of the three boys and I saw that their messenger windows are turned on.
How will I know?
I prayed that Anon is a Canadian, Australian or a Filipino… Please, he's a foreigner, right? If he's a Martian, a lot better.
"Me? Anno… I… I'm just playing RO!" I looked at him—at Sasuke. I laughed sheepishly—hmmm…. You know, the hehehe…
"Hn."
That's it. The legendary 'hn'. Is that a hello or a hi?
Whatever…
What matters now is that I must know who Anon is. If it's Neji, it will be easy to make the story round and round until he can't think that the girl was actually me and the guy is Sasuke…
If it's Gaara, well, a lot better. He doesn't care anyway. I never even thought that he's reading fictions on net!
But man… I wish it isn't Sasuke-kun.
Just let the ground break and eat me than let him know my darkest secret! Why? I remembered what I said to Sasuke three days ago… I said "I rather eat grass than fall in love with you!" whoah. Harsh isn't it? That's what pride can do.
I think I should drink brake fluid starting tomorrow…?
I even stated that Takumi's a jerk. He's an ice-cube-so-cold moron. I even mentioned that he's a chicken ass! Whaaaaaaaaaa!!!! It's the end of the world!!!!
See?
See?
That's how I mess things up.
That's how my messed up love life got totally messed up to the highest level. Oh well, just let lightning strike at me to tell me that this is not real!
I'm dreaming!
Bad dream!
Bad!
Bad!
"Haruno, why are you slapping yourself?" Neji asked, raising a brow. I stopped. Jeez, I forgot, I'm still in front of them!
I looked at them once more.
Now help me guess. Who among these handsome SLASH super stoics SLASH no talk SLASH super rich boys is Anon?
I raised an eyebrow.
So beware, if you're a writer, maybe these three stoic guys are already reading your work and still you try to make them a villain in your story.
Lesson learned, don't just whine endlessly on your fictions, chances are, you're crush is reading it too.
Now, this is how Haruno Sakura, a.k.a. Hoshino Yuuka mess things up.
So what do you think? Messed up? Interesting? Non-sense? What? Hehe… I'm sorry if it sucked big time… just tell me if you liked it. Hai! I'm encouraging you to please leave even a single review. I love reviews! And well, help Sakura guess who is Anon… though it's a solid SasuSaku, we can't really tell that it's really, really Sasuke-kun…
So… I'm looking forward for your reviews minna-san!
Thanks for reading!
-angel moO-