Disclaimer: I do not own the anime/manga Naruto or any of it's characters.
Summary: Sakura Haruno is a boring, poor, average, intelligent girl who is in High School. But her life turns upside down, inside out in her sophomore year, when her only and best friend Naruto Uzumaki morphs from skinny nerd to a total hottie and two gorgeous Uchiha brothers who are new to the school, and are very interested in her...
a/n: another Naruto fan fiction, I have written. I hope you guys like it!
The pairing are: Itachi x Sakura, Naruto x Sakura, and some Sasuke x Sakura.
Also for my ItaSaku story I was talking about in my other story, Haunted:
My English Teacher is A Sex God.
Summary: ItaSaku AU and some OCness. Haruno Sakura goes to an All-Girl Private school. She is a troublemaker/prankster and makes the teachers lives hell. Within, the first week of the job, the teachers run out screaming and quit. But, things start to heat and get interesting, when the new English teacher shows up...
I'm almost done with chapter 1. It should be up by next week, and my story Haunted will not be update until the week afterwards, because I still have alit of final exams and school isn't over until June 19th for me.
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Chapter 1Whoopee.
Today was the first day of my sophomore year in High School.
I was currently on the bus, with all the kids shouting and screaming. I sat in the front, it was an unwritten rule here, that the popular kids, got to sit in the back (Well, the ones who could not afford a car or did not take driver's ed.) And all the geeks, losers, unpopular kids and outcasts got to sit in the front with the fat bus driver and the bus monitor, who was an old beady shrewd woman who could hear anything. Her ears were like bloody radar. She'd always walk down and back to the end of the bus, to see what you were doing.
She was currently yelling at a senior who had attempted throwing an airplane out the bus window. I sighed. This was going be a long day.
Naruto's stop was next. Naruto Uzumaki was my best and only friend. He was a geek with glasses who loved to study. He also was thin and had no muscles. Most people thought he was a freak and wimp. And so, they ignored him. Naruto and I were best buds since 6th grade.
Back then I was popular and my best friend of Ino Yamanaka, the most popular girl in town. Ino and I used to be friends, but Ino became even more beautiful when her braces came off, and a long string of boyfriends began. She started wearing clumps of Mascara on her eyes, a whole ton of makeup, and skimpy clothes.
I didn't care much about boys and didn't have a boyfriend, back then. Ino then started acting like a jerk to me. And the last straw, was back in 6th grade: Ino, her other popular pretty friends, and their boyfriends were picking on Naruto, who had just moved here. He was taking it badly, sobbing hard. Curled up in a ball, holding his arms up protectively.
I felt bad for him; I mean he was just a new kid, what did he ever do to them? So, I stood up for Naruto. But Ino and her little gang just ignored me and kept on picking on him. So, I got angry and annoyed, I called Ino and her cronies a bitch, and beat the crap out of her boyfriend, until he was crying for his mommy.
I may look like a skinny, scrawny, little, flat chested, girl, but I'm a black belt in karate. They had these free karate lessons in the community center, which no one else bothered to go, to in 4th grade. The Instructor was this pretty lady who was really good at martial arts. She passed me down all her martial arts secret moves, and also taught a bunch of other martial arts moves. Ever since then, I had won all martial arts championships in town and could beat up almost any boy in town.
Ever since then, Ino has hated me and made tried her hardest for everyone else to hate Naruto and me too. She spread nasty rumors about me, blamed things she did on me. Because of her, I was one of the most hated people in school, so was Naruto.
But I had also gained a friend in the process. Ever since then too, Naruto and I became best friends. Naruto and I both liked to study and was the top of all of our classes. We both liked Japanese anime/manga, which everybody else thought was weird. We both like unusual things, we both liked to draw anime/manga and imaginary creatures. Liking these things made us even more unpopular, but Naruto and me don't care.
The bus driver stopped the bus at Naruto house. As Naruto got on the bus, gasps and mummers could be heard.
God, could they ever stop making fun of Naruto? What was so wrong with him? Couldn't they accept us for who we are? I clucked my tongue in annoyance.
I scooted over and made room for Naruto sit. "Hi! Sakura-Chan." He said cheerfully. Naruto and I added Japanese titles to our names, because we it would be cool. We knew a lot of Japanese from watching so much subbed anime.
And that's when I looked up at Naruto and my jaw almost dropped to the floor. All the whispers and gasps were in amazement. Over the summer, Naruto had morphed into a total hottie over the summer.
His geeky glasses were gone. His cerulean blue eyes were shining, his blond hair was in a mess, he had broad shoulders now, and His torso was now well defined with muscles bursting out of his shirt.
He had a broad jaw and a strong brow. His was giving me currently a smile, with his extra-white straight teeth showing. His braces were gone. He was also well tanned now. And it looked like he had grew 10 inches this summer too.
Oh My God. What did Naruto do this summer?
I let out a small gasp and was in la-la-land. Naruto sat down, looking concerned and gently put a large calloused hand my shoulder.
"Sakura-Chan, are you all right? You looked a little flushed." he asked me, concerned.
I jumped. I woke up from la-land and restrained myself of thinking about inappropriate dreams about the new Naruto. God, I was blushing way all the way to the roots of my pink hair.
I told myself " This is Naruto we are talking about! My best friend, not my boy friend!" shaking my head.
Girls, that were probably the future fan girls of Naruto, would probably starting a Naruto fan club by the time we were at school, were glaring daggers at me. I could feel their gaze burn through me. I shivered.
" I'm fine Naruto, just a bit feverish. I wasn't feeling well for a moment." I told him.
" Oh. Anyway, have you read the latest manga volume of Death Note?" He asked me cheerfully.
" Yeah. So, Naruto-kun, what did you do this summer?" I asked lightly.
" Oh, I worked out this summer at the gym and got a job for heavy-lighting." he replied cheerfully again.
"That explains a lot." I thought.
Naruto and I chatted some more. But on the inside butterflies were fluttering in my stomach, and I worried now that Naruto was sexy, there was no doubt he could be popular.
Jocks, Cheerleaders, Ino and her gang would now gladly let him join them. But what if he joined them and left me. When he was popular, would he forget all about me? Would he pretend that I didn't exist? Naruto was my only friend and he was my best friend. I didn't sit alone at lunch, be with ought a partner for gym and other classes.
But what relived me was that Naruto and I had the same schedule, all the same classes at the same time for 1 semester at least. Since Naruto and I were so smart, the school decided to have us go ahead and skip a year.
So, Naruto and I really were a year younger than our classmates, also we took the hard advanced classes. But I was surprised, the years before, Naruto and I were usually only together for only one class.
The bus stopped at our 100-year-old brick high school. Still the same, moss and ivy growing all over the building. And usual we all waited outside until the bell rang and then the stupid teachers would finally let us in.
I was relived, when Naruto like usually stood with outside. I thought he was going to ditch for me cheerleaders. I heard whispers and people pointed at Naruto and I, probably why Naruto now a hottie, now hanging out with me a loser and nerd, with no social status.
And also as usual people were wondering why I was wearing a black sweatshirt, a black green day shirt, and black jeans, two mismatched socks, and Converse Sneakers, when it was 90 degrees. But I don't really give a damn. I like wearing dark clothes.
I don't really like light colors. But I really hate the color, pink. It's too girly for me. So, it's really unfortunate my hair is naturally pink. I have asked my mother, about five hundred times, if I can dye my hair black. But she always says no.
The other girls think that's even weirder because I don't like pink. To them, it seems that I am not a girl. Plus the fact, my chest is flatter than a diving board, doesn't help.
They luvvre all pink. They even wear pink eye shadow, pink blush, pink lipstick, pink skirts. They're dresses for formal events are always usually pink.
Who gives a fuck, if I don't like pink? Whatever. Also I don't like wearing shorts. You should see how short the girls wear shorts. You can see pretty much, their panties.
I don't like showing off my legs because I don't have a sexy tanned toned leg muscles to show, I only have pale skinny legs. But, we do have to wear shorts for P.E, so I wear boy shorts. You know, the long loose shorts guys wear that go down to their knees.
I don't like to wear skirts either, the same reason as why I don't like wearing shorts. But the girls in my high school wear really slutty skirts that make them look like hookers. (Especially Ino!) It's more of a belt than a skirt.
Low v-neck t-shirts are also out of the question. I hate them. They are slutty and I don't have any cleavage to show off. I hate makeup. It's bad for your skin and did doesn't make you any prettier with 5 inches thick of concealer on your face. Plus, makeup is expensive my parent's don't have that kind of money to waste on makeup.
And what the hell is up with expensive popular brand names like Ralph Lauren, Abercrombie, Nike, Juicy Conture, or American Eagle? Seriously, all brand names are the people who make your clothes, and are stupid tags or symbols like a moose on your clothes. Why buy a black Ralph Sweater, which is like 70 bucks, when you can get the same black sweater that is not by Ralph Lauren or by any expensive brand name company for like 10 bucks? It just drives me crazy.
So, I just stick with long-sleeved black tee shirts or sweatshirts, that are plain, sometimes I wear Black t-shirts that advertise my favorite bands (I hate rap and I loved rock!) like Green Day, Rob Zombie, Radio head, etc. And Black pants or jeans.
Most of my clothes on sale from some cheap store or Goodwill, My parent's are poor, (they work at a gas station as a clerk, for minimum wage, six bucks!) and we barley have enough money to pay the taxes for our small run-down house, (It's more of a shack!) and have food on the table.
But I got a job as a waitress this summer and had enough money to buy personal accessories like CDs. But the rest of my money, my parents took away claiming they needed the money to pay for the rent but whatever. I bet they split the money and took the money to use it for their selfish needs: Mom to buy her alcohol and Dad for gambling.
Yeah that's my life.
So, Naruto and I were chatting about the latest of volume of Death Note. Death Note is awesome. Wouldn't it be useful to have a notebook that could kill people? All you have to do is write down their name and remember how they look like. Plus you can choose how they can die, a peaceful death or a very painful death and when the person can die too. Then we wouldn't have to worry about people like Osama Bin Laden.
The Cat and Mouse is ongoing for Light and L, for the battle to discover who can find whose identity first.
L is too laid-back for my liking. I like Light better, the crisp, emotionless, intelligent, teen always planning the next move.
Naruto and I don't have that kind of money to spend on Manga or Anime. So, we try to get the latest manga from the local library and read it together. And for anime, we just download it off the Internet at the local library.
But our chat on death note was interrupted, when the bell rang. Teachers open the doors to the place humans call "school." The six-hour hell has official began. Students rush in doors and start trying to find their locker. We get new lockers every year.
Luckily, My locker is next to Naruto's and this other dude I don't know. Yes! This was my first year getting my locker next to Naruto. This was really weird, Naruto's and my locker are next together and we have the same classes.
So, now it will be easier to walk to classes together. And Naruto and I could hang out more. My heart fluttered. Maybe since Naruto and I had the same locker and the same classes, Naruto wouldn't leave me for the popular kids.
There was an only few minutes until homeroom. Naruto and I continued our talk on Death Note, when suddenly we were interrupted by Ino Yamanaka.
She had lost some weight, but whatever pounds she had lost went up in her bra, her humongous breasts had gotten even bigger over the summer. She was wearing a tight tube top, which her breasts look like they were going to burst out of there, and a micromini jean skirt, which was smaller than a belt and expensive Jimmy Choo heels.
She as usual, she was wearing a ton of makeup, a bunch of mascara caked on her eyelashes, a ton of M.A.C lip liner, a ton of concealer, and blush.
She came right up to Naruto, practically shoving her humongous breasts in Naruto.
"Hi! Naruto" she said, in that annoying nasal trying-to-be cute voice of hers.
While fluttering her mascara caked eyelashes, and was completely ignoring the fact that I was there.
It was quite obvious Ino was trying to do. She was trying to flirt with Naruto and make him her new current boyfriend or boy toy. But I was worried. Well, the boys that Ino targets, it doesn't take long for them to not resist her charms or huge breasts. Would Naruto fall for her obexnious charms?
But Naruto was more in disgust than amusement.
"Uh. Hi Ino." Naruto said in disgust.
" So. Naruto do you currently have a girlfriend?" Ino drawled on in her annoying voice.
" Uh. No, I don't have a girlfriend right now." He said in confusement.
" So, would you like to be my boyfriend? I could show you things you have never felt or experienced before." she said in a suggestive voice and winked.
Now, Naruto's face was screwed up in a look of pure disgust, now that he had gotten the tip.
" No thanks, I don't really want a girlfriend right now." he said.
I was so disgusted by this conversation, that I said to Ino:
" Well, what do you know? It's time for homeroom? And Mr. H doesn't like us being late. Time to go, Naruto! Bye-bye Ino!" and dragged Naruto out of there and ran as fast as I could to just get out of there.
Ino glared at my back, and flipped me off.
As soon Ino was out of site, Naruto and I burst into laughter.
A few minutes later, Naruto said out of breath, "That was hilarious, but a bit awkward."
"Yeah." I said on the verge of bursting out laughing again.
I looked at my plastic digital watch. 7:40. Shit! We were supposed to be in homeroom by 7:30! Naruto and I looked at each other and ran as fast as we could to homeroom.
When we arrived at homeroom, Naruto and I was out of breathe, panting. Mr. Hatake was sitting there lazily, and as usual was reading porno.
" Well what do know its Ms. Haruno and Mr. Uzumaki? Have a seat. You are 10 minutes late. What were you doing? Your both out of breath and flustered. I hope you weren't doing anything inappropriate in the janitor's closet." he said
The whole class burst into laughter as Naruto's and my face turned bright fire truck red. Naruto and I quickly scrambled to take a seat.
Homeroom ended, and Naruto and I ran to go to our next class. History, which was taught by Mr. Morino Ibiki. For this class you could not afford to be late.
Mr. Morino was a very scary man; he loved to exaggerate the bloody parts in history like the Kalinga War in India or the revolutionary war. He was my history teacher last year, but he moved up and became the advanced sophomore history teacher. He hated when people were late, he gave them ton homework, and a week of detention.
We arrived in History, but this time Naruto and I did not get to sit next together, the jocks and the cheerleaders swarmed him. Only god knows, how they got into advanced history. And I got to sit next to the geeks in the front with a seat open next to me on my right.
As usual, Mr. M gave us the starting of the year lecture, if you don't do your homework you get 2 weeks of detention; this class is only for people serious in history, and blah... whatever
Then the phone rang, interrupting him. So, Mr. M picked up the phone, and was whispering into the phone, he didn't like people listening to his conversations on the phone.
When he was done he told us gruffly " Sorry to get interrupted class, we will continue this tomorrow, because it is getting late. But we have a new student who has transferred from Japan, Itachi Uchiha."
He opened the door and the new transfer student walked in the door.
OH MY GOD.
This guy was on fire.
He was hotter than Naruto.
He was gorgeous, I tell you, this Itachi Uchiha.
He had black, long hair. His hair was in a ponytail, and went down to the middle of his back. His bangs fell sexily into his eyes. His eyes were a crimson red.
He also had chiseled features and milky pale skin. He had broad shoulders, and very nice eight pack, which you could see through his shirt.
He wore a buttoned up polo shirt, shorts, and Nike sneakers. He gave off this mysterious and dark aura.
" Hello." He said in perfect English, his voice had a slight accent.
All the girls in the class were blushing. Cheerleaders already planning to snag him as their boyfriend and the fan girls already had started a fan club and wouldn't wait to start stalking him.
Guys were wondering whom the hell his guy and hoping this dude won't steal their girlfriends. It was quite obvious that Itachi was a ladies man.
Ibiki grunted " Alright, Uchiha take a seat. Ah, let's see. Next to Haruno." And pointed a finger to the right of me, where the empty seat was.
He sat down next to me. I could smell his cologne. All the girls in History were glaring daggers at me, and sticking their middle finger up at me.
"Hi." He said.
God, I was having XXX-rated dreams about him right there.
"Uh. Hi Itachi." I said, trying my hardest not to blush.
"So, what's your name?" he asked.
" Uh. Sakura Haruno." I said.
" That's a Japanese name. Are you Japanese?" He asked me, looking slightly surprised.
"Yes. My father is Japanese." I said.
"That's a pretty name. Cherry Blossom." He said.
I could feel his hot breath on me.
" Cherry Blossom?" I asked him.
" Yeah, your name "Sakura" means in Japanese, "Cherry blossom." and you remind of a cherry blossom." He explained.
"Oh." I said.
For a moment, there was awkward silence.
Then Itachi started to ask with a bit of a blush on his face. " Sakura will you..."
Oh My God! He was going to ask me out.
He continued, " Lend me a pencil? I'm so sorry. I forget to bring in my school supplies."
I could have died right then.
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End of Chapter 1!
a/n: I hoped you liked it! It was quite hard to write...