Chapter Two

Sakura plopped on her freshly made bed and replayed the last oh let’s say, half hour in her head.

Flashback

Sakura sat on the bed, awaiting Sasuke’s return. It was about forty five minutes when he came back, dripping wet. Sakura mentally cringed. How the hell was she supposed to live in the same room as him?! It was near impossible. He gave her a hard stare, as if he almost forgot that she was there. But not quite. She smiled and waved, trying to be friendly. (Cause that’s what people do.) But all Sasuke did was roll his eyes and get out a shirt and pants. Almost as if she wasn’t there, he dropped his towel, to reveal his black boxers and slipped on his shorts and shirt. Sakura almost fainted in disbelief. Was she expected to just change in front of him like that? She certainly hoped not. Sasuke sat down on his computer chair and looked her in the eye for about ten seconds before speaking up.

“Where are you from?” He inquired, although he didn’t sound the slightest bit interested.

“America…” Sakura replied, a crooked frown set upon her face. “California actually.” He nodded and closed his eyes.

“That’s pretty far away. Why come all the way to Japan?”

“Because my dumb ass father’s job. Just because he had to invent the Nano-pod...”Sakura trailed off. She looked at Sasuke, whose eyes snapped open.

“Your father invented the Nano-pod? You know, that’s the number one best selling phone in Japan. You should be happy.”

“You’d think…How would you like to leave all your friends, teachers, family…your BOYFRIEND all because your father’s dumb ideas. Half way across the world no less. It’s not like I can say, ‘Oh let me drive down and visit Tommy today, he’s only two hours away.’ No it’s more like, I’m never gunna see them again.” Sakura’s eyes turned fierce. Sasuke smirked.

“I wouldn’t have a boyfriend to leave.” Sakura giggled a bit, wondering if this was his way of trying to cheer her up or not.

“You know, in America, we wouldn’t dream of sharing a dorm with the opposite sex.”

“Why not?” Sasuke frowned.

“Because. Teacher’s would be too worried that everyone would be screwing left right and sideways.” Sasuke smirked even wider than before. Sakura wondered if he ever smiled.

“They don’t worry about that here.” There was a loud knock on the door. “hold on.” Sasuke walked up to the door and opened it, to reveal a blonde boy about Sasuke’s height. He had cerulean blue eyes and a goofy smile.

“Sasuke-teme!” The boy shouted.

“Dobe quiet down.” Sasuke stepped outside with the boy and came back in a few seconds later. Sakura sat there with a blank expression. (What the fuck does dobe and teme mean anyway?) Sakura took out her Nano-pod (because just because she hates it doesn’t mean it isn’t amazing) and put on the ipod part. When Sasuke came back, she shut it off and hid it quickly.

“I thought you hated it?” He inquired knowingly.

“Yeah well, I hate to admit it, but it’s frickin awesome. But I still hate it.” Sakura pointed out. “With a passion!” She added.

“You’re a hypocrite.” Sasuke teased. Sakura obviously took offense.

“I am not!!” She denied.

“Ah.” Sasuke’s voice was so god damned sexy. “I have to go. I’ll be back soon. Don’t go snooping around. Cause I’ll find out.” Sasuke took his room key and shut the door behind him. Sakura leaned back on her bed and sighed. Which leads us to the present.

End Flashback

Bored. Sakura was miserably, terribly bored. She had no classes to study for, no TV to watch, cause she had no clue what the hell was on in Japan, and no friends to talk to. Life officially sucked.


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The music blared in her ears. She didn’t know who she was dancing with, or where she was, but it felt so good. The feeling of his body against hers, swaying to the melody of the song. The boy whispered something in her ear and although she had no clue what he said she laughed anyway. The room was spinning around her, flashing vibrant colors. She felt dizzy, but she still wanted to keep dancing. She wanted to dance all night long. Until she threw up.  

Suddenly, the music stopped. Everyone in the room froze. She looked up to see what all the commotion was about. There he stood. She gulped, knowing she was in deep shit. Her brain couldn’t process what was going on. Her vision became fuzzy and the noises started to fade out like in a movie. She felt light, and breezy; able to sway with the wind. She felt herself going down, but she didn’t try to stop herself. The cool air felt good. She could no longer see. She felt strong, masculine arms wrap around her, preventing her from hitting the floor. She head a punch and wondered what he did to that boy she was dancing with. Darkness consumed her and she ever so welcomed unconsciousness for an evening chat.

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Today was her first day of school. Actual school. She was getting glares from every female so far in the school, and she wished she knew what their problem was. ‘

‘Maybe they’re all just PMSing.’ She concluded. She stood in front of the classroom and the familiar feeling of worry and anxiety washed throughout her system. She recalled when she first moved in with Sasuke when she was frozen outside the room, just like now.  ‘Suck it up Sakura. What are you a pussy?’ Sakura nodded in agreement with herself (she’s not crazy so fuck off) and grasped the doorknob. She prayed to God (or Kami as Sasuke had told her) that she didn’t have to learn any major Japanese. She was always the smartest in her class but that was America. (and America is like the stupidest nation in the world right?) This was a bigger ball game. All the fucking amazing cars, and computers and technology (Ayooooo, I’m tired of using technologyyyyy I need you right in front of me) came from Japan. She probably wouldn’t understand a damn thing. Sakura slowly turned the knob, and prayed that Sasuke was in her class.