A little author's note: I keep reminding myself not to post this yet, because, I know I won't even update for a long time but, I guess temptations are hard to resist. Now I shall let you suffer an unfinished story. Hm, I may or may not update. I would but, I'm just too busy. Apparently, I was elected as a Newsletter committee head in our school organization and well, it might be a not much of a high position but, that position will deal so much work. And so, without further ado, here's the story. Enjoy.
Chapter I – The Curse of the Sweets
Hastening my pace, I found myself being chased by gingerbread men. I swear it wasn't my fault that their house looked so delicious. Though, I doubt that they would believe me, so, risking my life I grabbed a tasty-looking rope, which I found out it was actually an ultra long licorice, and swung on a branch.
Safe!
Or not, as I slipped from the branch and fell towards the ground, I do wonder why my face hurts. Did I actually land on my face?
Waking up, Sakura found herself making out with her own desk as the entire class stared at the girl.
"Psst! Sakura," She heard someone calling out her name in a whisper, well she wished it was a whisper, as she slowly went to meet towards her doom, lifting her head from the desk.
Meeting a pair of blue eyes, she saw a blond girl, slapping her forehead while pointing out something: Her cheek, maybe?
"What do you want, Ino?" At that point, everybody except the not-so-amused teacher laughed at her unfortunate demise.
Realizing, she touched her cheek and felt something wet. It was a sloppy drool. Ew.
"Ha-ru-no!" The teacher, who was unfortunately the infamous brutal Mitarashi Anko, interrupted the laughter, when the bell rang at the same time.
Even if the class was over, she's still in trouble. Big time.
The girl, who called out to warn her beforehand, looked at her in pity and stood up, sighing as she left with the words, "Good luck, Sak," like Sakura was about to face the devil, himself.
She then began to wipe off the drool, and groaned inwardly, 'Man, this is like what, the third or fourth time this month? Seriously, I'm surprised I'm not given the title: Drool Queen in the headlines of Konoha High's newspapers.'
SLAM!
Snapping out of her thoughts, she watched the pissed teacher, walking towards her after closing the door, rather loudly, as she started fixing her things.
"Haruno."
"Y-yes, sensei?"
"THIS IS THE FIFTH TIME YOU SLEPT ON MY CLASS! YOU WEREN'T ALWAYS..."
There she blows. Students always wondered how the people she caught were still alive and well, referring to their ears that is.
'Oh, so it was already my fifth. Wait. This is no time for counting, dim-witted me!' Was what she thought.
"Sorry, Mitarashi-sensei! I just..."
"No. Don't talk. I don't need any explanations," A grin reeking with evil intentions, in Sakura's creative imagination, was what was present on Anko's face. Were those lightning strikes behind her?
'Uh-oh. It seems she wasn't able to get any dangos for lunch today.'
Shivering, Sakura was stuck like glue on her seat in fear of what the teacher might do to her.
"I've got the perfect punishment for you and I'm sure, your foster mother, the head of the school board would be delighted to be informed of this."
"S-Sensei?" She looked at her teacher with fear.
"That's right. You'll become the dorm manager of the worst dormitory in this school, the F-class dorm."
'Curse those gingerbread men and all those sweet tasty treats in the world.'
While adjusting her shoulder bag for comfort, Sakura was pulling a suitcase, which was filled with clothes and other important items, as she cursed under her breath. She was still a bit mad that her own mother, um well, foster mother actually agreed (and quite so happily too) to this...this hell.
'Gee, she could've at least spared me a map. I bet she even forgot that I'm directionally-challenged.'
After some time of walking, Sakura then found herself in the same spot she passed through earlier. She realized she just walked around on circles, "Where the hell is that stupid dorm?" Frustrated, she threw her shoulder bag, as it flung so high carelessly, "Ow!" that it hit someone.
With the sound coming from behind her, she turned around to see an annoyed looking boy, clutching his head while holding her poor bag.
"Tsk. What's wrong with you woman? Do you usually attack people unconsciously with your bag?"
"A-Ah, I'm sorry," Sakura quickly bowed her head, "I didn't mean to vent my frustrations on you."
The guy sighed, "How troublesome."
Being the short-tempered girl she was, Sakura snatched her bag from him in a fierce manner, "Not as troublesome as you! What the heck? I already apologized."
Shaking his pineapple head, he scratched and shrugged, "Hm. Thank you," But before he could fully turn around, he was stopped by a grasp on his arm.
"Wait!"
With another sigh from the guy, "What now?" he gazed at the lost girl.
"Do you know where the F-Class Dorm is? I'm kinda...sorta...lost?" Sakura laughed at herself sheepishly, "You see I'm not so good at directions so..."
"I could take you there. I need some ice pack from that sudden hit anyways," the guy said while rubbing his head, where the bag was smacked earlier, "Actually, you're already standing beside the dorm building with a few walks left to the main door."
It seemed Sakura was worse than she thought, 'Wow, Sakura. How could you have missed that?'
"So what brings you here in F-class?"
After the arrival of the two, the guy introduced himself as Shikamaru, one of the people that live in the dorm. Grabbing a pack of ice, he put them on his head as he gestured Sakura to sit on the sofa that was occupied with clothes. It was unknown whether they were dirty or the clean ones, but, she had her best bet that they were too mixed up that all of them are dirty at the end of the day.
Anyhow, snapping out from her disgust of the messy dorm, which composed of scattered empty cups of ramen, dog poop, which by the way scented the whole atmosphere of the living room, cookie crumbs and the cookies themselves, spilled milk, dirty foot prints and detergent bubbles coming from another room, Sakura finally answered him, "H-Huh? What did you say?" Though, it didn't keep her from taking a glance every now and then.
'Wait, was that...Did that green pile of goo just move?'
"I asked why you came here."
"Oh, um, I'm actually here assigned to..."
SLAM!
"I swear you cheated on the last two minutes, teme! I could've won if you played fairly!" A half-naked blond entered and him being usually oblivious, he didn't notice the female guest who was talking to Shikamaru.
Same as the blond, but with a different reason, as he was busy arguing with said blond at the moment, a guy with dark-colored hair, shaped oddly like cockatoo's bottom, also didn't see Sakura and retorted, "I never cheated. Just admit it, dobe. I won this time."
Soon following the blond and the black-haired guy were three people, who were pretty much annoyed by the blond's loud voice. Inwardly, they were hoping the bickering would stop.
One of the three guys, a long brown-haired person sighed in annoyance and decided to finally take action, "Would you quit it Naruto?"
In silent agreement, the one with similar hair except its length also decided to take action, as the both of them ganged up on the blond, "Sasuke won. Get over it. Tsk, I wonder where Akamaru went..."
Naruto, known for not giving up easily and is pretty much stubborn, replied...yelled back, "No he did not! He cheated, it doesn't count! I won't..."
Fake Cough.
Catching all of their attention, Shikamaru interrupted their dispute, "Sorry for cutting short your lovers' quarrel, but we have a guest," as he made a fleeting look at Sakura for emphasis, "So why were you here again?"
Irritated, not only because of the disturbance but also to the dirty environment, Sakura stood up, "I'm Haruno Sakura and I'm going to be your dorm manager. I also have a question, myself; Where's the bathroom?"
As a guy, with the same looks as the dark-haired one except the shape of the hair and that it was shorter, pointed a door, Sakura rushed into it and started vomiting in the toilet bowl.
There was silence in the living room, until the blond suddenly decided to break it, as always, "Cool! We have a new dorm manager!"
"Shut up, dobe."
"Sasuke-teme! What's wrong with..."
SLAM!
The door was opened with force once more.
"Oi! You better move out of my way mother fuckers 'cause I'm taking my fucking sleep. Damn bitchy Kakuzu won the stupid bet again! I fucking lost all of my month's shitty savings!"
Right on time, the abused door fell right off its hinges. This was soon followed by more sentences of cussing. Poor door.
"Oh, shit! Now, I owe the damn bitch more shitty money!"
It was worse than Sakura had thought.