I…like…to eat…tofurkey….
Happy Thanksgiving.
And for all you Native Americans out there…yeah—I do realize that none will be in this story. Sorry.
(Slugs)
I kept my face pulled back into my hood as I made my way through the parking lot, crowded with teenagers. My dark red jacket didn't stand out as much as I thought it would.
"Hey, Sakura!"
That voice….
I turned around, "Naruto!—How are you!?" Someone I know!
"Perfectly fine," He smiled. "How are you?"
"I'm great." We started walking in the direction of the first building. "What are you doing here?"
He lifted an eyebrow at me. "I…go here…."
"Oh—I-I'm sorry. I just thought…this was a high school?"
"High school starts in the ninth grade here."
"Really?—it's tenth grade back in the Leaf."
He lit up a little. "That's right—you're from the Leaf Village, aren't you? I used to live there too, you know."
"No, I didn't know that." No wonder he looks so tan. "How long? I mean, when did you move here?"
"Fifteen years ago."
I stopped, "That's…."
"Yeah…." He looked over at the building we were close to passing. "I gotta go—this is mine." He pointed his thumb to the door.
"Oh…OK…." Damn, now I'm alone again…. "See'ya."
"Bye."
I pulled out my map and started towards the next building.
"OK…building…seven…." I looked up, "There—oomph!" I fell to the ground.
"O! I am so-so sorry, madam!" The boy that knocked me down apologized frantically.
"It's alright—I wasn't paying attention."
"No, no," I felt two very muscular arms lift me off the ground (seriously, he's still holding me up in the air). "I am completely at fault. Where's your homeroom?"
"Building seven…but you can put me down, you know." What—was he planning to carry me? Not that I'd mind….
"Oh," he placed me on my feet, "Again, I am so sorry."
I turned to see his smiling face, "And again, it's o—EYEBROWS!"
His smile fell, "Huh?"
I shook my hand almost spastically at him. "O-o-oh, nothing!—It's nothing." Eyebrows, eyebrows, eyebrows!
The bell for homeroom rang.
"I have to go!" I took off in the opposite direction.
"H-Hey—you're going the wrong way!"
I stopped.
He pointed to the right. "That's building seven!"
"…Thanks." I turned to go (away from the eyebrows).
"My name's Lee, by the way!"
"Sakura," I didn't bother to look back. Those eyebrows—I shivered—so thick. Who would look back??
(Slugs)
I walked into the classroom just as the bell rang. I had almost managed to discreetly make my way down the row of desk, to the back, when…
"Miss Haruno, is it?" A warm voice called out to me.
"Yes, that's—" I turned to face the owner of the voice, but had to regain control of my heart beat before my eyes even met his.
He was beautiful! I can't believe I didn't notice the moment I walked in.
"That's me." I found myself walking back in his direction.
He smiled, I died. "You have something for me to sign, yes?"
"Huh?" What? Sign?
"Homeroom's considered a class here, so I'm technically your first teacher." He laughed musically, scratching at the scar on the bridge of his nose.
"Oh! Oh yeah!" He's the teacher? Gyah!—He looks so young! I looked for his name on the sheet before handing it to him. "Mr. Hatake, is it?"
He paused halfway through signing his name. "No."
"But the sheet—"
"—I told those idiots to change that." He stood up out of his chair and stormed out of the room….
Then he came back and finished signing the paper. "Welcome to the Mist," he said before storming out again.
The announcements started.
I went to go sit down.
(Slugs)
My fist four classes went by pretty quickly. After the first two, I began to recognize some people.
Now was the time for lunch.
"Hey!—you there!" I heard a girl called out.
I wasn't sure whether or not she was calling me, but I turned around anyways.
She was right in front of me now.
"You're Sakura, aren't you?"
"Yeah…." I tried to remember her name. "Ino, isn't it?"
She smiled, "Yeah—glad you remembered. Do you want to eat lunch with us?" She pointed to a group of kids a few feet away. "It's not often we get a new face in our group."
"Uh…. Sure…."
"Great!" She pulled me towards the cafeteria, the group following close behind.
(Slugs)
"So…. We all saw the way you totally drooled over Umino-sensei!"
I snapped out of my daze to see Ino smiling slyly at me. "Wha?"—was all I could get out.
"Oh, don't tell me—the paper said 'Mr. Hatake' didn't it?"
She's talking about homeroom, right? "Yeah, it did."
She laughed, as well did the rest of the table. What was so funny?
"Umino-sensei—"
"Sensei?" I had to cut in. Where are we—Japan?
"That's right! You don't know about the Hatake's, do you? I'm surprised Lady Tsunade didn't mention them to you…."
"Who are they?"
"Mr. Hatake is a famous writer." It wasn't Ino who answered. It was a guy she introduced earlier….Shikamaru? "He and his family moved here at the beginning of last year. They're a bothersome bunch."
"Why do you say that? Mister…Umino?" Ino nodded when I questioned the name. "He seemed like a nice guy."
"He is…." Shikamaru trailed off.
"Unless you count his anger issues," A fat kid added from across the table (so FAT, so disgusting).
"What about Mr. Hatake?"
"He's probably just as hot as Umino-sensei…." Ino looked like she was ready to drool. "They are brothers after all."
"Why do you keep calling Mr. Umino sensei?"
"They move here from Japan. Hinata-san couldn't stop calling him that when she got here. She still hasn't, actually."
"Who's Hinata?"
"Who's Hinata!?" Another boy, Kiba, almost jumped out of his seat. "Only the prettiest girl in our grade! Don't tell me you haven't seen any of the Hatake children yet!"
"Speak of the devils," I could see Ino pointing out of the corner of my eye. I followed her finger.
"…You mean angels?"
(Slugs)
To be continued…
There's a poll on my homepage for who James and Victoria should be. VOTE!
A/N: Lee's Eric, yes.
Ino is Jessica, unhuh. She's also Angela.
I just re-read this, and noticed that I made Sakura sound very…shallow. I'm far too lazy to change it though. But, now that I think about it, she really does act that way….
Naruto does go to Sakura's school because, unlike Native Americans, he's not forced by law to be restricted to a predetermined plot of land (in other words, this isn't America, and people of red ethnic backgrounds aren't forced to live on a reservation, like Jacob).
I just saw the "Twilight" movie, and I just have one bit of advice. If you haven't read the book, don't go see it. The movie is completely plot-less and you can't possibly understand what's going on without preconceived knowledge (kinda like a fan fiction….). I had two friends come with me, and they had to continuously ask and ask questions throughout the entire two hours.
But, if you have read it, it's really funny. Jacob and Emmet are the sexiest mofos to ever walk the big screen. My only complaints, as far as castings go, are that Jasper (who, while reading the book, I imagined as more of a "Chase from House"-looking guy) was really awkward-looking. And Charlie was too skinny and pedophile-ish…. Almost everyone complains about Edward but, to tell you the truth, I really don't care about his looks. The guy who played him was a good actor and very good at reaching a Cullen level of sexy.