Six Feet Under the Star

By Herm-Own-Ninny879

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Or any songs used here in this story.

Author's Note: Holy crap, another extreme AU! I'm trying to keep Sasuke as canon as possible. OOC just gets to me sometimes, you know?

Chapter One: Called Back with Annoyance

"Miss Haruno."

Crap. I didn't like being called on in class. It was so annoying. I looked up from my manga novel, Loveless, and gave my teacher a reproachful look.

"Will you please put that book away? I mean, it's good to read, but we're supposed to be discussing Keyes, not Yun Kouga," Iruka-sensei sighed at me. I put my manga away under my desk and inside my binder. Grabbing Flowers for Algernon, my Katakana copy, I turned to a random chapter. Sensei shook his head.

"We're on Charlie's first entry," he said, giving me a withering look. I bit my lip and sunk down in my chair. This was the third time he had scolded me about reading a novel other that the required reading. "Oh, and Miss Haruno?"

Some of my classmates began sniggering. Oh, shit.

"Yes…sir?" I sighed.

"See me after class."

Shit…again. I nodded weakly and read the first page, and answered some questions. I had already read this book in the sixth grade. I didn't feel like reading it again; it was so depressing. Mentally challenged guy becomes smart, rat gets smart, rat dies and loses intelligence, and mentally-challenged-and-then-smart-guy loses his intelligence, the girl he loves, the rat, and finally his intelligence decreases. Ho-hum. Depressing, isn't it? Daniel Keyes was a good author, an American author (I like foreign authors), but this story was just so depressing. And I'd seen the movie as well, so this class bored me.

I looked around the room, 'spying' on my classmates. I saw Yamanaka Ino whispering something to Inuzuka Kiba. They were probably going to buy some illegal crack or something, by the looks of it. Nah. Maybe they were going to get some alcohol at Seven-Eleven after school using Kiba's fake I.D. What losers. Buying illegal drinks is ILLEGAL. Emphasis on the ILLEGAL part.

I took some extra notes from the story, just in case I forgot anything for the Unit Test. I jotted down, 'Intelligence regression,' and let my pencil fall quietly onto my open binder. Sensei told us to put our books away.

I folded my arms and listened to my sensei instruct our class on 'proper student conduct,' and rules for the upcoming project on our other unit, which covered Journalism. We were to interview someone important in the community who actually attended this school or attended somewhere in this district or community. The person we knew had to inspire us.

I already knew who I was going to interview. It was easy to get an 'appointment' with him, even though he was singing at the Tokyo Dome tonight.

I was going to interview Uchiha Sasuke, my best friend, and international rock-star.

Yes, friends, I am friends with him. We'd been friends since we were in kindergarten, really, and I had to clear up some rumors with people here at school. No one really knows I'm virtually so close to him, so they think I'm just a fan-girl who knows everything. How degrading.

To clear some things up with you, the reader:

1. Uchiha Sasuke does not have a stripper girlfriend.

2. …he does NOT have a girlfriend. And for you extreme fans, he sadly isn't looking at the moment.

3. His manager isn't a porn star, yet he reads porn books. (Psh. Kakashi-san.)

4. He has never lip-synched in his entire life.

5. He's a cool, sweet guy who's loveable-yet-cold.

6. He DID win People Japan Magazine's 'Sexiest Teen Celebrities Award'. (Ranking as #1.)

7. His hair is naturally like a duck's ass. (This makes me laugh, because he calls it 'naturally wavy.')

8. No, he does not own a Mercedes. His father just won't let him get one, sadly.

9. NO, he is NOT as rich as Bill Gates, retards!

10. HE IS AN HONORS STUDENT, but he is now homeschooled by a private tutor due to the fact that he tours a lot.

11. No, he has NO nude photos on the internet, PERVERTS!

12. HE DOES NOT TAKE STEROIDS, and has never fought against a deadly disease.

Yes, all of the…uhm…twelve (?) above are very true, and confirmed by me. But some people just think he's the type that would want to put a girl in bed at the 'ripe old age' of seventeen. WHAT LOSERS! He would actually never do that. I know him personally.

But anyway, striding from the part of my world revolved around my best friend's career, Iruka-sensei explained all the rules once more, handing out instruction sheets. I read them. Same-old, same-old. The packet included a rubric, set of required questions to ask, and we had to create an article based on the person we interviewed. It really looked easy.

The bell rang, and I dashed out of my chair, hoping Iruka-sensei wouldn't remember talking to me after class, but sadly, as I hid behind Aburame Shino's huge coat, he noticed me.

"I see your pink hair, Sakura, so don't try to hide from me," he said sternly. I grumbled and sat in the chair closest to his desk.

"Sorry about class today, Sensei," I mumbled. Wow, that's a sappy 'sorry' right there.

"Its okay, Sakura. I just want you to know that you're a very bright young lady."

Here he goes again, with the 'brightness' discussion, and the questioning about my home life.

You see, I just live with my father. My mother left when I was twelve, so I've had five years to forget about her. But the thing is my dad has this alcohol problem. He's had it since my mother left. He always comes home late, bringing home these sluts from bars and stuff. I'm glad I have schoolwork to occupy myself.

Well, at least I don't suffer 'abuse.' Maybe verbal, but not physical, thank God. If it was physical, I'd be at a foster home or something. I actually thank Sasuke. He always keeps me one leg up.

"I know; you've told me," I said bluntly. Iruka-sensei sighed.

"And you seem more distracted than usual," he said. Well, I was, apparently. My father's latest girlfriend is the biggest…well, you know…around. And I'm waiting patiently to go see Sasuke's concert at the Tokyo Dome. Primo tickets.

I didn't tell sensei that. I didn't want to worry him.

"Well, I'm in Colour Guard and the volleyball team, you know."

"Oh, I see," he said. I bet he could see my lies right through my green eyes. "You can go."

"Thanks, sensei, and I have to tell you, Flowers for Algernon is quite depressing," I added, before leaving.

I saw, out of the corner of my eye, Iruka-sensei giving me an amused look.

--

I walked down the hallway, pushing some people (our school was small) out of the way, and they didn't seem to mind. Our school was always full of insensitive people. If Sasuke hadn't become all famous and rich, he would be attending this school instead of having a private tutor. But at least his attitude towards his hometown of Konoha didn't change. He was still the same 'ol Sasuke he was: quiet, intelligent, and…uhm…what's the word? Oh yeah, friendly. Friendly towards some people.

I walked up to my locker and threw my books into my book bag. At least it was the end of the day. Then I could regain my sanity enough to attend Sasuke's concert. Maybe we could get some food later on.

But then, I heard that VERY annoying voice. I've despised that voice since I met it in the second grade.

"Hey, Pinkster!" Yamanaka Ino called. I rolled my eyes and banged my head in my locker. I looked up at the blonde idiot and scowled. I always disliked her for some reason. Maybe it's the fact that she and her—what the hell—popular (?!) friends do many—ahem—illegal things.

"What do you want?" I groaned. Ino leaned against the locker next to mine, arms folded. I scowled at her.

"We're going to the Seven-Eleven. Wanna come?"

"And get caught drinking underage? Hell no," I retorted, scowling. Ino rolled her eyes and patted my shoulder, giving me a condescending look.

"It's not underage drinking, technically. Kiba has a fake I.D., so we can get drinks easily. He even looks twenty-one," she said, shrugging. I grimaced at her. She is SO stupid. Who the hell in their right mind would do that?

Oh. Never mind. Ino and her crew would. Psh. Retards. Retards on CRACK, more likely. "I'm still not going," I growled. I had enough with alcohol. I've seen my father deteriorate from the good man he was to a lowlife who enjoyed young women. "I'm not into that shit."

"Well then, you're shit," Ino spat, walking away. I looked down and slammed my locker door.

Bitch, I thought maliciously as she walked away, swaying her hips at boys. She's such a slut. I picked up my backpack and walked out of the school building alone, as I always did. I was happy as long as I didn't get drunk somewhere taking crack or something.

Now it was time to enter back into the hell-hole I call home.

--

I lived in the run-down part of town. There were old buildings that I liked to explore, since they were abandoned. My father and I lived in the apartment building nearest to the center of the neighborhood. It was kinda old, but I was fine with it. I liked the area even though it wasn't that nice, because it was a good place to read novels in the empty lot nearby.

I walked up the stairs and smelled the faint scent of cigarette smoke coming from Mr. Akashi's home on the second floor of the building. I crinkled my nose and walked all the way up to the fifth floor. I heard the sound of laughter coming from my apartment. Scowling, I opened the door and found my father sitting with this dark-haired lady he probably met at the small sake bar nearby.

"Sakura!" he shouted, "Go to your room!" he said in a slur. I rolled my eyes, pulled my shoes off by the front of the door and threw them into the shoe cabinet. I was going to go into my solitary confinement anyway. I walked straight past the kitchen like I always did and into my tiny bedroom. I threw my backpack into a corner and pushed the 'on' button of my computer. I turned on my desk lamp and grabbed my small boom box remote and snapped it on, and it played random songs that I downloaded from Limewire.

Well, mostly they were Sasuke songs. His songs would always cheer me up. Especially his latest hit, 'Be My Escape.' It made me smile, really.

He told me he wrote that song to explain his life before he became famous. He had a life kind-of like mine, but he lived in the old suburbs. He was the kid of a single parent too. He lived with his dad and his older brother, who's really cool, but Sasuke's sometimes embarrassed by him. It's pretty cute, actually.

I sighed, and heard my father and that lady talk about some weird things that weren't meant to be heard by my ears, or any teenager or kid's ears. I hugged my legs and looked at my photo stand. I only had a few pictures on there, since I never had a chance to buy batteries for my camera; it's ancient. I smiled and the only comforts in this whole house were the pictures I had. They were of me and Sasuke as little kids, and some of them were recent ones that we took a few weeks ago at Kyoto. I remembered that he flew me personally there.

"SAKURA!"

God, save me. My father was shouting again.

"WHAT?" I shouted back over the next song on the CD, this time 'Stop This Song (Lovesick Melody)' by Paramore.

"GET ME SOME MORE CIGS DOWN AT THE MACHINE!" he shouted, his voice scratchy. I rolled my eyes and looked at Sasuke's pale, fragile face. He was smiling slightly, small circles under his eyes. I stood next to him. I don't really know how to explain myself. Pink hair, green eyes, whatever.

"SAKURA!"

"I'LL GET YOUR FREAKING CIGS, WAIT!" I shouted back, but then, my MSN alerts popped up:

You have just received a message from Uchiha Sasuke.

"Crap," I muttered, and then I hesitated to leave, but then I knew my dad would come in and yell at me. I grabbed some change from my cup and walked out the door. I found my dad making out with the girl on the couch. I felt sorry for her. That little slut.

I walked to the machine down the hall and purchased a small pack and I walked back through the apartment door, threw the box at him, which incidentally hit his head (I knew I was going to be yelled at later), and slammed my door shut, getting ready for tonight. I'd check my e-mail later.

I put on a pair of jeans and put on my black-and-white checkered belt. I even put on my 'Speaking is NOT Communication' black-and-white-shirt (white text), and tied it a little bit in the corner. I tossed on my white jacket and laced on my low-topped Converse-All-Stars. I brushed up my long, straightened pink hair and put it in a messy bun and let my bangs fall over my eyes. Afterwards, I picked up the checkered backpack I got from Sasuke for Christmas and threw it over my shoulder.

I tiptoed out of my room, and I figured my dad was out with the girl or in the bedroom. Pig. I opened the front door and locked it. I ran out of the building as fast as I could. I shook off my annoying feelings and called a taxi using my AU cell-phone. The taxi came quickly, and I jumped in to catch the 5:00 train to Tokyo.

I quickly bought an adult ticket and waited at the platform. I sat down on one of the benches and all of a sudden, the announcer came on the speakers, and the train came zooming into the station. The door opened, and since it was rush hour, it was as if a billion people came out of it, nearly knocking me down.

I finally entered the train, and took a seat by an old guy who was snoring, and a teenage kid younger than me reading Weekly Shonen Jump. I pulled out my old MP3 and played some Paramore songs, and some of Sasuke's music. The kid looked over my shoulder and she squealed.

"Uchiha Sasuke?!" she said excitedly. I nodded, smiling. She gave me a look that said 'give me the headphones or die.' I rolled my eyes and smiled, and handed her an ear-bud. She began rocking out to 'Take You There.'

"Are you watching his concert tonight, lady?" she asked me. She looked thirteen years old. I nodded.

"Yeah, I am," I said, grinning. "Are you?" The girl nodded.

"Yup. I'm Kairi Kazuharu," she said, holding out her hand. She was a small girl for her age; it looked like it. She had hair that was cropped like a boy's cut, and had long bangs with glasses. She wore black jeans and a black t-shirt with Jack Skellington on it, and a white buttoned-down shirt that was open. She looked like she was copying Sasuke's style from several weeks ago at his photo-shoot in Nagoya.

"Haruno Sakura. How old are you?"

"Fifteen."

"Wow, you're pretty short for your age," I said, bemused. I thought she was younger.

"I know. I get that all the time. How old are you, twenty or something?"

Wow, a kid actually thought I was older than I actually looked. "No, I'm seventeen."

"Whoa, you're young," she said, laughing. I rolled my eyes.

"Thank you for the compliment, I think," I said, punching her slightly on the shoulder. She grinned and pointed at the ticker going through the ceiling of the train reading that our next stop was Tokyo.

"Where are you sitting?" she questioned me. "At the concert, I mean."

"I have VIP access; I know him personally," I whispered to her. Her eyes narrowed. I bet she thought I was lying to her. I never lied, actually, but only to my father. He never really cared.

"Yeah, right," she snorted. "You, know Uchiha Sasuke personally?"

I pulled out my cell-phone and opened the file folders. I finally found those pictures that we took together hanging out at Mos Burger. I handed it to her and her eyes widened. She was absolutely speechless.

"Whoa, him without stage makeup?" she exclaimed, laughing. Well…he looked even paler in public, thinner, and he always looked completely tired. There were reasons for that.

"Yeah," I mused. "He doesn't really like the makeup; he says it's too girly, so he doesn't really wear any in public like…let's say…Zac Efron does." I smirked, and she laughed brightly. She was such a cute little kid.

The train stopped, and we both started to cheer, making people stare at us with disgusted looks. We shrugged and walked off.

"Where are your parents?" I asked her. Kairi shrugged.

"I'm an orphan; I'm here on special reasons for the Shindo Orphanage," she explained. I felt an odd tinge of sadness for her, but she looked happy the way she was.

"Ah," I merely said as we turned a few blocks and finally reached the huge Tokyo Dome. A huge line was waiting outside to get in. I grabbed Kairi's wrist so she wouldn't get lost. "I'll ask if I can bring you inside with me to meet him."

"WHAT?" Kairi exclaimed through the cacophony that ensued once we entered the Dome's gates. They were playing Sasuke's latest song – his cover of 'More Than a Title' by A.J. Rafael. Some people were even screaming out the words. Sasuke had to sing this song with this other girl singer named Hyuuga Hinata. Hinata was also a big-shot singer in the Japanese music industry. There were even rumors that Sasuke was going out with her, but they were bashed after she started going out with Sasuke's best guy friend, Uzumaki Naruto.

I showed my pass to one of Sasuke's bodyguards, Nishi Katsuo. He immediately let me in once he saw me, but when he saw Kairi he was a bit wary, but I convinced him in the end.

"Whoa, that's THE Katsuo? I only saw him in pictures with Sasuke," she explained, excited and already breathless. We were glad we had gone through the back door of the stage. Katsuo led us up the backstage stairs, where we heard the staff test the microphones.

We finally arrived down the hallway where the performers always got ready. Kairi couldn't even breathe once we got up there; she was so pumped up to finally meet her favorite singer. At the end of the hallway was Sasuke's door. I fixed my bun and his door opened. A doctor stepped out. Figures. A quick check-up before the show…

I sighed and I knocked on the open door, and a boy with hair shaped like a chicken's ass turned around and smiled at me. He ran up to me and gave me a hug. Kairi was gaping at him with her mouth wide open. He was wearing his glasses, like he always did before the show.

He let go and sighed. "How are you? I've missed you quite a bit," he said in his normal, stoic voice. He looked over my shoulder and saw Kairi, and smiled, raising an eyebrow.

"And who is this young lady?"

"This is Kairi Kazuharu; I met her on the train, and she's a VERY big fan of yours," I explained. She stared at Sasuke as if he were some sort of apparition.

"H-HI!" she squealed. She ran up to him, and he laughed, giving her a hug.

"I'm Uchiha Sasuke."

"I KNOW!" she exclaimed, but then she silenced and blushed. He smiled at her.

"Nice to meet you, Kairi," he said, kissing her forehead. She looked like she was going to fall over, so I caught her. You know, fan girl syndrome? I've never had it. Ha.

"You guys get very front-row seats," Sasuke explained. He called for Katsuo to call in. "Hey, Katsuo, can you take Kairi-chan to her chair in the front? I think we have another extra seat available in the VIP section."

I laughed as Kairi nearly fainted. Katsuo nodded, and Kairi walked with him, not taking her eyes off of Sasuke until she left the room. Now it was just me and him.

"So…" I began, "What did the doctor say?"

"Ah…" he began, sighing and sitting down in his chair, "He told me to take it easy, you know, so I won't hurt myself again."

"Don't over exert you tonight, Sasu-kun," I sighed. The downside of him being a rock-star was the fact that he was a bit sickly, but not seriously sick, thank God. But the other sad part was that he nearly fainted after a concert in Kyoto.

"I know, I know," he rolled his eyes and he gave me a smirk. "I'll be fine, Pinky, don't you worry," he said, laughing. He loosened his red-and-black checkered tie around his neck and fixed the dark fishnet-like gloves on his arms and the armbands. I saw that he was wearing dark jeans and black-and-white Converse All-Stars with red and black checkered laces.

"Nice outfit," I whistled. He laughed.

"Costume department," he said heavily, smiling. "They sure know what I like," he added, grinning. I gave him a hug.

"Put on some makeup. You're really pale right now," I whispered in his ear. He rolled his eyes and let go.

"Hey, I'm fine," he said. "No need to worry about me, I told you," he said warily. I sighed and nodded. There was no use in arguing with an Uchiha boy. I've seen Mr. Fugaku (Sasu-kun's dad) argue with Sasuke's brother, Itachi, way too many times to count over family matters.

His manager, Kakashi-san, ran to the door and nodded quickly, "Konbanwa, Sakura-chan! Sasuke, you have ten minutes, okay kiddo?"

Sasuke nodded and meddled with his wristbands even more, covering his wrists completely. He looked as if he were hiding something. I arched an eyebrow and shrugged. It was probably nerves again.

"Konbanwa, Kakashi-san!" I shouted as he quickly nodded and left. He probably went off to read his porn books before the show. He's a funny guy and he's sweet to Sasuke too, like a dad. He knows Sasuke's personal needs and everything, and when Sasuke-kun needs a doctor, he gets one. When Sasu gets hungry, Kakashi always takes him out for something good, especially on nights when I'm around. Kakashi-san has this odd feeling that I like Sasuke, or vice versa. Psh. Like that'll ever happen. We're JUST BEST FRIENDS.

"What're you doing?" I said curiously as he fussed with his wrists behind his back. He finally came down from Dream World, and shrugged.

"Just adjusting my wristbands," he said brightly. I raised an eyebrow and sighed, folding my arms.

"Sasuke…" I warned. He gave me a slightly pouty look. He pulled his wristbands again, and I got so annoyed. I grabbed his arm and pulled off his gloves. I stared at him with a hard, pained look.

On his right wrist were several, small cuts…or really, the scars of several, small cuts. I threw the gloves back at him, and he put them on hastily.

"What is your problem?" I hissed, shutting the door. Sasuke looked away, holding his right arm protectively.

"…I didn't mean to," he said bluntly.

"You didn't mean to?" I exclaimed. "How can that be a mistake?!"

You see…Sasuke had a teensy—well…not teensy—problem with depression. He's had a hard life, with his mother leaving his dad (like me), and his dad loved to waste all of his sons' money (Itachi's an author.) on stupid, worthless and expensive things. It usually caused fights in the Uchiha household, between Itachi and his father, and Sasuke would usually get dragged into these situations.

"Sakura," he said, taking my hand with his uncut wrist, "Please…don't tell anyone, especially not Kakashi-san, please," he pleaded. The eyeliner in his eyes stood out a little bit, making his eyes seem gaunt and tired.

I hesitated. This wasn't a good thing to keep as a secret. "Sasuke…"

"Please," he begged. I sighed. I knew that my temper wouldn't stop him from silencing me.

"Okay…" I said subtly. "How many times have you done this?" I whispered.

"A…a few times…" he mumbled. I closed my eyes and sighed. He looked so helpless.

"Please…Sasuke. If this continues, I'm going to report it to Kakashi-san," I said sternly. He nodded and hugged me. I hugged him back reluctantly.

"Thanks, Saku," he muttered, parting. He checked his watch and his eyes widened. "SHIT! I've got to get on stage!" he dashed past me, but he said 'see you later,' and I sighed, and walked out into the loud, shouting crowd, and sat in my seat next to Kairi.

Sasuke had everything: the money, the fame, the fan-girls, and the music…but one thing he didn't really have in his life was love.

End Note: Whoo! This was like, almost ten pages! I almost have chapter two done, by the way. I suck at updating sometimes, so if you have to wait...I'm sorry. I hope you liked it!

Please leave a review x3. I have a goal to reach 1000. Haha. I'm so lame. xD.

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