Hello, Serenity here!
God, have i missed you guys, but so much junk has happened to me. There's no way i can possible post it all, so i'm not going to even try. I am, however, regretfully putting "Lost and Found" on hold for the time being because of my new classes at College, and also because of work. It will be finished someday, but now is not the time.
This story has been in progress for a long time, and although its a different anime, i hope all my old and new fans will fall in love with it as i have. The idea came to me after visiting my friend's new private school, and i thought, what would it be like if Sakura, The Akatsuki, and some other characters went as well?
This is what i came up with, and i hope all of you enjoy it.
Thanks so much for the continued support.
I'm looking forward to all the reviews i know i'll get from my die hard readers.
Sorry for being away for so long!
Sakura hated the rain.
She found it freakishly ironic that it was literately pissing rain on the day she moved into the Girl's Dorms at Konoha Academy, the rich little private school that her dear old mom and dad had picked for her four months prior at the start of summer. The irony came from the fact that it had rained just like this on the day of her parent's funeral, a torrential and emo-ish downpour that reminded her hysterically like her old crush's everlasting fuck life attitude.
It wasn't like Sasuke mattered anymore, anyway, even if he and half of their graduating eighth grade class were going to Konoha Academy too.
Well, at least she'd see people she knew. That way she'd only feel like half the new kid, with familiar people around her.
She face palmed at that last thought, and dragged her two heavy rolling bags up the slick, tall stone steps of the ancient, church lookalike building, the words "Girl's Dormitory" etched in gold engraving at the very top of the two wood double doors. People she knew meant pity.
Lots of pity.
She hated pity.
Don't worry. We can always fuck some shit up. That always makes us feel better.
Sakura rolled her eyes, and yanked her bags up on the top step, and flung one of the doors open, flinching when thunder boomed loudly behind her.
"Yeah, sure. Let's break everything we own, so we'll have absolutely nothing left. That'll make me feel LOADS better."
She heard Inner-Sakura snort.
It was just a suggestion.
Sakura cussed when she almost slipped and fell on the slick tile entry way, and yanked her bags inside with her, slamming the wood door shut.
She was soaked all the way through, from her raggedy jeans that were slit at her knees, to her thick dark purple hoodie that covered her sodden hair. She hoped to whatever gods existed that her clothes and stuff inside her bags were dry, along with her poor iPod that was tucked into her bra to somehow minimize the chance of it crapping out because of the rain.
"I don't need any of your suggestions right now, inner." She grouched, taking a minute to throw her hood back and wring the water out of her choppy, chin length hair. "So shut up."
She was in what looked like a common room, with random couches scattered around, tables filled with magazines, books, and empty soda cans, a large flat screen mounted on the wall next to a locked cabinet of tapes and DVDs, and a few snack and drink machines against one wall. It looked comfortable, but empty, but then again it would be, seeing as classes were already in session.
She found an elevator at left side of the huge room, and frantically dug her damp, folded schedule out of the pocket of her jeans, and scanned it, not even glancing at the classes assigned to her, instead looking for her floor number, room, and name of her roommate.
It's at the bottom, fuckass.
She snorted, but found that her inner was right.
Right at the bottom of the paper were the words "Fourth floor, room 216, Hinata Hyuuga and Sakura Haruno."
She bit her lip.
"You think with all the money they had, they could've gotten me a nice single room."
At least your four years of tuition are all paid off.
She shrugged, and stuffed her schedule back into her pocket.
And then there's that little trust fund for when you're nice and legal.
She pressed her fingers to her temples and scowled.
"Can you just shut up already? You're giving me a headache."
She grabbed her bags and trudged over to the elevator, tugging her room's keycard out of her other pocket. She smacked the up button, and waited impatiently for the retarded metal box to get there, tapping her soaked vans on the beige tiled floor.
She hoped to God her roommate was in class, so that she could change, shower, and unpack in total peace and aloneness. The last thing she wanted was to deal with an annoying roommate and answer a dozen useless questions when she was soaking wet and more pissed off than feeling friendly like she usually was.
I mean, you can't expect someone to be happy when they're cold, wet, ticked off and homesick, right?
The elevator finally dinged, and its doors opened, making Sakura sigh happily and trudge inside. The packing and the drive here had tuckered her out, and she couldn't wait to shower and take a power nap. She let her bags fall over against the mirrored walls of the decent sized elevator, and pushed the fourth floor button, watching the doors close and the elevator surge upward at a slow pace.
She turned and yanked her bags upright again, tugging the rolling suitcases up and catching a look at herself in the mirrored walls.
She was soaked from the rain, and her short, pink hair was a total mess, all tangled and dry in random places from being sort of hidden from the downpour. Her skin was pale from locking herself inside of her room and gaming the day away, and her normally pretty green eyes were bloodshot from an excessive lack of sleep.
We look like crap.
The elevator dinged again, announcing their arrival to the fourth floor, and the doors slid open slowly, revealing a long and empty corridor with light blue walls and dark brown carpeted floors. Sakura walked down it slowly, lugging her bags behind her, reading the numbers on the plain wooden doors on either side of the large, wide hallway.
It was dead quiet, with only the sounds of Sakura's breathing and her shoes scuffing softly on the carpeted floor as she carefully read all the numbers on the doors until she finally found the right one at the middle of the hall on the left side.
She took a deep breath, and slid her keycard in the slot near the doorknob, and waited for the bright, cheery sounding beep before she opened the door, and walked inside.
On the plane, she had imagined her dorm room to be small, crappy, with paint peeling on the walls and dirty windows, with a dinky bathroom and a blonde annoying roommate who wore all pink, liked the Jonas Brothers, and JUST WOULDN'T SHUT THE HELL UP.
Sure, it was supposed to be a swanky Private School, but Sakura had heard way too many horror stories about scary dorm rooms, and wasn't hoping for anything special.
So when she laid eyes on her room, she was very, very surprised.
First of all, it wasn't small.
It was big, with walls painted a darker shade of blue than the hallway, with matching carpets and a sliding glass door that led out to a nice looking balcony for a pretty good view of the soccer fields. The right side of the room was obviously taken, with a twin sized bed made up with a purple comforter, pillows, and a teddy bear tucked discreetly under one. There was a full closet and dresser, and a small desk which held a few text books, note books, and a Mac Book. There were a few pieces of canvas framed on the walls, mostly of forest scenes and sunrises, and an easel and paints near the balcony.
It looked nice, and Sakura thought her roommate couldn't be half bad, not with a room like this.
She thought this especially when she saw the table in front of the couch holding a large plate of chocolate chip cookies with a card reading "For Sakura" set near it.
How could a girl who left cookies for her new roommate be bad AT ALL?
Suddenly, her stomach growled like someone had shoved an angry lion inside.
When was the last time she had eaten?
It wasn't on the plane, where they'd given her a crappy bag of peanuts.
Or at home, with all that pity food from the funeral sitting in the fridge.
Maybe it was the night before last, when she'd finished off that tub of peach ice cream?
That had to be it.
She literately jumped those cookies, cramming them into her mouth one after another and almost drowning in their chewy sweetness and chocolateyness .
They had to be the best damn cookies she had ever had.
After her stomach stopped screaming at her, she flopped down on the couch, and ate the rest of them slower in tiny bites, eyeing her own side of the room, which held a twin sized bed and bare mattress, a dresser, desk and chair, and a halfway open and empty closet. There was also a book shelf nearby the table and couch, which seemed to be meant for the both of them, and it was half full, leaving room for her own stuff. Near the closet were a half dozen boxes of her stuff meant to decorate and make her room more comfy, sent ahead by her aunt Tsunade, who was basically her own family left.
And who was, by no coincidence whatsoever, Konoha Academy's Headmistress.
That had pretty much sealed the deal for her parents when they paid tuition for her to go all those months ago.
Tsunade was alright, and Sakura liked her a lot. She was a tall busty blonde with a drinking habit and gambling issues, and took her shopping every month when her parents were out on business trips. Although she didn't get along well with her dad, Tsunade had been around a lot, and had insisted Sakura still go to Konoha Academy even after what had happened, and had taken care of the funeral herself. Although she had to return to her school shortly after to get ready for the new school year, she'd still tried to make it as comfortable as possible for her niece until they could be reunited again.
The pink haired girl polished off the last cookie and sat in thoughtful silence, and dug into the pocket of her hoodie to find her beat up Nokia. There were no missed calls from her aunt, but she did find a text message that she'd missed, sent only a half hour ago.
From: Aunt Tsu
Sorry I couldn't be at the airport to pick you up. Troublemakers somehow found out how to turn the Bunsen burners on in the labs, and someone singed their eyebrows off. Dinner 8:00 in my office, try not to be late. Hinata will show you the way. Hope you like the room. If you don't, too bad.
She smirked and rolled her eyes, and let her phone drop down onto the couch next to her before unzipping her bags, revealing most of her wardrobe, and a new package of coat hangers.
You should probably make the bed first.
Sakura sighed, because her inner was half right.
The clothes could wait. She needed to unpack all of her junk so that her bed would be ready to sleep in, and also so that she could get rid of all of those annoying boxes. They were duct taped shut, so she guiltily rifled through her roommate's desk drawer in search of something sharp.
After a few minutes of searching through piles of post-it notes, paper clips, highlighters and pens, she finally found a box cutter and a pair of scissors, and got to work.
She ripped open the bigger boxes first, and found her pillows, sheets, comforter and her stereo, and slowly started to put everything where it belonged. She made her bed first, wrestling with her dark green sheets by herself until they were straight and wrinkle free. She threw her pillows up at the head of the bed, and made sure her comforter was folded back invitingly.
She sat her stereo up on her dresser, and ripped open the smaller boxes, and started putting her books away. She couldn't help snoop a little on her roommate's side of the shelf, and found a few Harry Potter books, romance novels, and how to draw books.
No Twilight. Thank God.
She snorted, and plopped down on the floor in front of the book shelf with her box of books, and started filling up her own side, a little embarrassed of her Princess Diaries books and her own Harry Potter hard backs, and arranged them by series, adding her old text books and photo albums to the mix.
She kicked a box containing all of her shampoo and conditioner and other girly stuff near the closet, and grabbed another box.
She set the few framed pictures she had of her and her parents on the little table beside her bed along with the sole one of her, Naruto, and Sasuke in front of Sasuke's old tree house, his menacing brother looming in the background. The blonde headed boy was grinning dumbly as usual, and had an arm slung around her shoulders, while Sasuke was frowning gloomily, staring off in another direction.
"Mmph. I miss the good old days."
She found her laptop in the last box and sat it down on her desk and plugged it in, and found her old flower shaped nightlight in the bottom of the box as well. She plugged it in near her bed for the hell of it, and flopped down on her bed face first, groaning.
You sound like an old lady.
"Your mom sounds like an old lady."
She turned over, and looked at the pictures on her nightstand, and sighed.
Even though they'd been strict as hell, and not around a lot, she missed her parents like hell.
She sniffled a little, and buried her face in her pillows, feeling like a miserable ball of crap.
But not before a cheery beep and the sound of a door opening made her sit up straight, and wipe frantically at her face.