[naruto][fanfiction] [wip-giftfic!] the corner
title: the corner
requester: redasatomato
rating: i could say a strong T or M for the strong innuendos?
prompt: from the holiday meme gift challenge : AU/21st century. so i give you the most cliche AU ever, High School. *grins*. for the 25fluffyfics # 17 : JEALOUSY
notes: i have many AU fics that are waiting to see the light of the, well, monitor? since i've been compiling all of my sasusaku bunnies and losing them once conceptualized. i totally lack dedication to follow them up. anyway, this idea was born when someone went to the third floor bathroom stall in the math building of a certain university on diliman. :D
|congratulations! you just discovered the vertex|
The bell ripped its piercing thunder in the empty corridors.
And like a pebble on stagnant water, the small burbles of conversation that barely skimmed the pensive silence swelled into rippling chatters.
"Alright, thank you for the first group. Be ready, group two?"
"Haiiii."
"And I might have a surprise treat for you tomorrow."
This prompted wretched groans of Haruno-senseiiii and a pair of slumbering students behind the room to rise drowsily from their pillow-thick biology books.
It was like any normal twelve o' clock routines in the High School Department corridors of the prestigious Konoha University, the finest in Fire Country: At the exact time that noon has been announced, the multiracial conglomerate of students were finally breathing their relieved sighs. Some had already raised themselves from their seats to join their friends waiting outside and went for the cafeteria. They were not only going for lunch though, but also to gorge their brains with more gossip after a diet of nauseating lessons.
(And unfortunately, there was a recent piece of gossip pertaining to an oblivious pink-haired teacher that was making her way to the toilet room)
Sakura, in the other hand, was in a more taxing situation.
There were still the remaining fifteen minutes before she could go to the faculty room, grab her anatomy lecture notes and review her next month's teaching plan for the advanced elective classes. Not to mention that she had to drop by Ino-chan later on for a small chat, with the rest of the 45 minutes dedicated to making sure that she can prepare some of her exam questions for the finals.
You see, Haruno Sakura might only started six months in her current job, but most of the staff here in Konoha University were either her childhood friends in her old neighborhood or past colleagues from her foreign studies abroad. So they kind of understood her tendency to be neurotic and make things ahead of time.
And because she's efficient in her time-management, this was what made her skip using the assigned bathroom stall for science prof's faculty, which was closed for repairs and opted to use the bathroom in the third floor.
being a health freak makes you use only one bathroom place in an area. besides it's better if you know the people who uses your toilet seat.
When she turned to the familiar peach color-coordinated signs for girls, she took the last cubicle where there at least the she was the only one left to be next in line.
This led to a poor Haruno-sensei to discover something worth dousing her brain with a thousand gallons of bleach.
*★~✿|| THE UCHIHA FANTASY CORNER ||✿~★*
The headliner greeted her, along with the messy inky phrases beneath. Enthusiastic answers flocked the branches of topics, either asking some personal tidbits(he ordered salad again. salad. WHY SALAD?) or screaming proclamations (an endless OH YES BITCHES HE DID HE LOOKED AT ME HE LOOKED AT ME HE LOO-) that made the dreary custard stall more like a flashing neon sign that almost blinded her eyes.
Judging from the amount of scribbles below the blinding header, it all started from an almost unreadable little question written in a purple pen.
is it SICK that i want to jump this pretty young math teacher? - O.
After that there were a series of replies written in assorted types of pens and pencils. Here are the most things that Sakura could understand without craning her neck in a weird angle:
hell no. it's uchiha-sensei, right? i jump on him all the time. my mental exercise.
YOU JUST JUMP HIM ON YOUR MIND? YOU LACK THE DRIVE. ME? I RAVAGE.
damn him for making postulates so sexy...
from what class? fave position? he's my 1st and 69 the bst!
3rd. of course, on the desk. probably all 4s
i've got to wait all day. he's my last period. against the window. :)
1st class too. on top, doggy and lotus.
i just imagined last class that we made out in the nurse office
maybe i can handle a chidori?
flawless, perfect, the cure for infertility, real live hot mess in the flesh--
Green eyes could no longer read further on the series of slowly fading scrawls, as she can see the large amount of colorful confessions that littered the door. Sakura nearly cursed hormonal, boy-driven women who would rather bat their eyelashes on a teacher rather than to focus on their studies! Shameless lusting on a respectable young man in the society! Sasuke-kun being reduced to an object of--
The instant that she stood up in her righteous anger, she finally noticed the second largest lettering behind her. It was written sharply in a bright red sharpie that marred the custard-colored paint.
And simultaneously with the sounds of the porcelain bowl, her thudding heart flushed to her churning stomach.
KYAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! I ALREADY DID IT W/ UCHIHA-SENSEI. ♥ ♥ ♥
Okay, the following responses were not really surprising, but it was tremendous as they scribbled their incredulity on every angle of the said sentence. It was probably safe to say that the replies were still gleaming, unlike the other faded scribbles.
These were the first things she could read under the word DID:
OMG. is it big. @u@
NO YOU ASK HOW BIG MORON
YOU IN DANGER GURL >:(
BOXERS OR BRIEFS? >=3
what if you get pregnant! :D:D:D
and what position is the best?
Frantically, Sakura averted the replies until she turned to the left of the fangirl kya!, where she can still smell the faint odor of turpentine. To her surprise, another scribble caught her eye underneath passing the crude smiley duck-butt-stick person.
fyi, condom is only 75% effective! believe it!!!(=o=)\m/ do not hesitate to drop by for counsel once you-
Sakura could have continued to read the whole thing when three rapid raps and loud shuffling feet on the door startled her.
"Um, can I go in now?"
Hastily saying an apology, Sakura unlocked the door and fled to her office. She grabbed her things, face determined with a purpose.
That orange, glowing sharpie that she used to see during fourth grade.
That eye-gouging chicken scrawl haven't changed for even one bit.
Perfect, she mentally snarled, I just found the perfect corpse for the next anatomy dissection.
|| you & your so called friends? = parallel lines||
Making her way to the first floor with all the bundles of papers on her arms, Sakura was furiously texting an apology to Ino that she can't go to your office to have lunch. sorry :p talk to you later. With her white slippers furiously shuffling to the last steps towards the brightly painted orange door, Sakura raced her way to the guidance counselor office, knowing that the person inside was probably snoring.
With a force enough to wake a slumbering mountain, she swung the door open.
"UZUMAKI NARU-"
Her anger simmered to a few degrees below her boiling point as she stumbled inside with surprise.
"Ino-buta?"
"Nice to see you too, Odeko-onna." Ino snipped back coolly, as her current relaxed lounging on the couch is more precious than answering to the usual barbs.
"What are you doing here--"
The fashionable Home Economics and Crafts teacher just waved off with her purple blackberry on her hand and a soft sigh. "You're way too predictable. So why are you consulting first to this idiot-sensei before me?" She placed a hand on her chest, with that mocking hurt expression. "I am wounded, Sakura, that you would rather ditch a precious girl-to-girl time to have a slimy, leery stupid blonde for lunch."
"Shut up." Rolling her eyes, she side-stepped in order to avoid an oncoming crushing
"Sakura-chan!" A bear-hug grappled her as a yellow blur of energy flailed behind his office. "You're here! Want some ramen? I've prepared two entire bowls and a half for her since--"
"Naruto."
And it all came back to Haruno why she was here in the first place. Baring her teeth, she repeated his name with a growl.
"Naruto"
"Sa-sakura-chan?"
Her name came out with a terrified manly squeak from the supposed to be undefeatable brave guidance counselor.
Meet the infamous guidance counselor of Konoha High: Uzumaki-sensei, or simply called Naruto or Naruto-sensei by his most admiring gullible fans, or the idiot for those who knew better . Apparently, Naruto has already proclaimed to the administration that he is the champion of the student masses. Representing the rights of every rebellious teen and as well as the caretaker of their best interests. Most of the kids view Naruto more as their esteemed gang leader than their teacher, as eighty-five percent of the pranks pulled on school could be traced back to him.
"You."
Sakura felt gratified that she can make a grown man shake on his boots.
"What you were doing in the girl's bathroom in all places?"
"I-I can explain, Sakura-chan."
"Why on EARTH," The fluff from her slippers didn't soften the blow of her foot on the floor, which prompted the poor blond to scuttle a bit farther behind his desk from her radiating angry sparks. "were you replying on that, that, THAT repulsive THING? You should know better than to allow it to exist!"
"But Saku-"
"My goodness, his students are on the verge of physical sexual harassment! Better yet, Uzumaki-sensei, I guess you were too absorbed in promoting your IchaIcha rubbers - yes, i know that you've been giving them out, idiot - that you've forgot that there is already a CASE of sexual harrasment!"
"What?" Identical pairs of blue eyes widened. "Sakura?"
"Sasuke-kun has been raped! You idiot!" A fuming Sakura could almost exhale scalding smoke from her nose. "Didn't you read?"
Because of Naruto's unspoken help meeeeee look at the amused woman behind the roaring forehead monster, the blonde woman decided to intervene"...Forehead-girl."
"Shut up, Pig. You don't know a-"
"My god, Sakura. You're the one who doesn't know a thing."
"What do you mean, blonde boar?"
"Sakura." Ino placed her well-manicured hand on her forehead in surprise. "Discovered the Uchiha Fantasy Corner. Only. Just. Now."
The deep intake of breath and the mumble of one, two, three, four.. after each inhale was a good sign for Ino to settle Sakura into the couch and for Naruto to bring forth two bowls of ramen as a peace offering. Probably wanting to make Sakura even more forgiving, Naruto gave her the cleanest and brightest yellow Sponge Bob chopsticks for her to use.
"You knew it existed?" The question was breathless.
"Of course, Sakura." She said gently, settling the cups for some tea that Ino meticulously prepared for their lunches. "I was careless to assume that you knew. Well, I think you and Sasuke-kun probably doesn't know that it exists. You've left the Academy, after all."
Not letting the soft bitter abandonment from Ino sting her, Sakura asked again. "But Naruto left as well, and why does he-"
"I've been here a lot longer, Sakura-chan." Naruto said in between mouthfuls of broth.
"So why didn't you do anything to stop it?"
"Sakura-chan" Blue eyes narrowed behind the steam of another ramen cup being devoured. "You just don't know how many people goes to me and weep on their one-sided love affair over that bastard. It cuts some slack, provides an outlet and saves the children from being anorexic. Or teme being attacked randomly in the corridors. It's...good."
"Is vandalism even allowed in the administration? I mean, if the school gets an accreditation check, not to mention that we are an international--"
"Let 'em be, besides its considered as freedom of expression, Sakura-chan!"
"And, the underground Uchiha fanclub gives a quarterly fee to the Maintenance to make sure that the glittery header doesn't fade." Ino quipped with a smile.
Sakura choked on her tea.
"Where do you think their funds go? And I was wondering why you weren't confessing your whole one-sided drama on that wall. But now that I've come to think of it, I should have checked the new replies for the last week. So is there anything new? That I don't know about? Did it burn your untaint--"
"Ino."
"Okay, fine. But it's maybe a fantasy."
"A fantasy."
"Yeah. Nothing serious. Maybe you didn't see it, but I wrote on that wall too."
"Really?"
"Yes. I asked if there was anyway she can prove her claim, that yes, she did sleep with Sasuke."
With an uncharacteristic swig of her mug, Ino gave a kitten-like grin.
"Meet up tomorrow!"
add two parts of the whole on 12|18|10
plot status: complete | encoding: incomplete/unbetaed
requester: redasatomato
rating: i could say a strong T or M for the strong innuendos?
prompt: from the holiday meme gift challenge : AU/21st century. so i give you the most cliche AU ever, High School. *grins*. for the 25fluffyfics # 17 : JEALOUSY
notes: i have many AU fics that are waiting to see the light of the, well, monitor? since i've been compiling all of my sasusaku bunnies and losing them once conceptualized. i totally lack dedication to follow them up. anyway, this idea was born when someone went to the third floor bathroom stall in the math building of a certain university on diliman. :D
|congratulations! you just discovered the vertex|
The bell ripped its piercing thunder in the empty corridors.
And like a pebble on stagnant water, the small burbles of conversation that barely skimmed the pensive silence swelled into rippling chatters.
"Alright, thank you for the first group. Be ready, group two?"
"Haiiii."
"And I might have a surprise treat for you tomorrow."
This prompted wretched groans of Haruno-senseiiii and a pair of slumbering students behind the room to rise drowsily from their pillow-thick biology books.
It was like any normal twelve o' clock routines in the High School Department corridors of the prestigious Konoha University, the finest in Fire Country: At the exact time that noon has been announced, the multiracial conglomerate of students were finally breathing their relieved sighs. Some had already raised themselves from their seats to join their friends waiting outside and went for the cafeteria. They were not only going for lunch though, but also to gorge their brains with more gossip after a diet of nauseating lessons.
(And unfortunately, there was a recent piece of gossip pertaining to an oblivious pink-haired teacher that was making her way to the toilet room)
Sakura, in the other hand, was in a more taxing situation.
There were still the remaining fifteen minutes before she could go to the faculty room, grab her anatomy lecture notes and review her next month's teaching plan for the advanced elective classes. Not to mention that she had to drop by Ino-chan later on for a small chat, with the rest of the 45 minutes dedicated to making sure that she can prepare some of her exam questions for the finals.
You see, Haruno Sakura might only started six months in her current job, but most of the staff here in Konoha University were either her childhood friends in her old neighborhood or past colleagues from her foreign studies abroad. So they kind of understood her tendency to be neurotic and make things ahead of time.
And because she's efficient in her time-management, this was what made her skip using the assigned bathroom stall for science prof's faculty, which was closed for repairs and opted to use the bathroom in the third floor.
being a health freak makes you use only one bathroom place in an area. besides it's better if you know the people who uses your toilet seat.
When she turned to the familiar peach color-coordinated signs for girls, she took the last cubicle where there at least the she was the only one left to be next in line.
This led to a poor Haruno-sensei to discover something worth dousing her brain with a thousand gallons of bleach.
*★~✿|| THE UCHIHA FANTASY CORNER ||✿~★*
The headliner greeted her, along with the messy inky phrases beneath. Enthusiastic answers flocked the branches of topics, either asking some personal tidbits(he ordered salad again. salad. WHY SALAD?) or screaming proclamations (an endless OH YES BITCHES HE DID HE LOOKED AT ME HE LOOKED AT ME HE LOO-) that made the dreary custard stall more like a flashing neon sign that almost blinded her eyes.
Judging from the amount of scribbles below the blinding header, it all started from an almost unreadable little question written in a purple pen.
is it SICK that i want to jump this pretty young math teacher? - O.
After that there were a series of replies written in assorted types of pens and pencils. Here are the most things that Sakura could understand without craning her neck in a weird angle:
hell no. it's uchiha-sensei, right? i jump on him all the time. my mental exercise.
YOU JUST JUMP HIM ON YOUR MIND? YOU LACK THE DRIVE. ME? I RAVAGE.
damn him for making postulates so sexy...
from what class? fave position? he's my 1st and 69 the bst!
3rd. of course, on the desk. probably all 4s
i've got to wait all day. he's my last period. against the window. :)
1st class too. on top, doggy and lotus.
i just imagined last class that we made out in the nurse office
maybe i can handle a chidori?
flawless, perfect, the cure for infertility, real live hot mess in the flesh--
Green eyes could no longer read further on the series of slowly fading scrawls, as she can see the large amount of colorful confessions that littered the door. Sakura nearly cursed hormonal, boy-driven women who would rather bat their eyelashes on a teacher rather than to focus on their studies! Shameless lusting on a respectable young man in the society! Sasuke-kun being reduced to an object of--
The instant that she stood up in her righteous anger, she finally noticed the second largest lettering behind her. It was written sharply in a bright red sharpie that marred the custard-colored paint.
And simultaneously with the sounds of the porcelain bowl, her thudding heart flushed to her churning stomach.
KYAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! I ALREADY DID IT W/ UCHIHA-SENSEI. ♥ ♥ ♥
Okay, the following responses were not really surprising, but it was tremendous as they scribbled their incredulity on every angle of the said sentence. It was probably safe to say that the replies were still gleaming, unlike the other faded scribbles.
These were the first things she could read under the word DID:
OMG. is it big. @u@
NO YOU ASK HOW BIG MORON
YOU IN DANGER GURL >:(
BOXERS OR BRIEFS? >=3
what if you get pregnant! :D:D:D
and what position is the best?
Frantically, Sakura averted the replies until she turned to the left of the fangirl kya!, where she can still smell the faint odor of turpentine. To her surprise, another scribble caught her eye underneath passing the crude smiley duck-butt-stick person.
fyi, condom is only 75% effective! believe it!!!(=o=)\m/ do not hesitate to drop by for counsel once you-
Sakura could have continued to read the whole thing when three rapid raps and loud shuffling feet on the door startled her.
"Um, can I go in now?"
Hastily saying an apology, Sakura unlocked the door and fled to her office. She grabbed her things, face determined with a purpose.
That orange, glowing sharpie that she used to see during fourth grade.
That eye-gouging chicken scrawl haven't changed for even one bit.
Perfect, she mentally snarled, I just found the perfect corpse for the next anatomy dissection.
|| you & your so called friends? = parallel lines||
Making her way to the first floor with all the bundles of papers on her arms, Sakura was furiously texting an apology to Ino that she can't go to your office to have lunch. sorry :p talk to you later. With her white slippers furiously shuffling to the last steps towards the brightly painted orange door, Sakura raced her way to the guidance counselor office, knowing that the person inside was probably snoring.
With a force enough to wake a slumbering mountain, she swung the door open.
"UZUMAKI NARU-"
Her anger simmered to a few degrees below her boiling point as she stumbled inside with surprise.
"Ino-buta?"
"Nice to see you too, Odeko-onna." Ino snipped back coolly, as her current relaxed lounging on the couch is more precious than answering to the usual barbs.
"What are you doing here--"
The fashionable Home Economics and Crafts teacher just waved off with her purple blackberry on her hand and a soft sigh. "You're way too predictable. So why are you consulting first to this idiot-sensei before me?" She placed a hand on her chest, with that mocking hurt expression. "I am wounded, Sakura, that you would rather ditch a precious girl-to-girl time to have a slimy, leery stupid blonde for lunch."
"Shut up." Rolling her eyes, she side-stepped in order to avoid an oncoming crushing
"Sakura-chan!" A bear-hug grappled her as a yellow blur of energy flailed behind his office. "You're here! Want some ramen? I've prepared two entire bowls and a half for her since--"
"Naruto."
And it all came back to Haruno why she was here in the first place. Baring her teeth, she repeated his name with a growl.
"Naruto"
"Sa-sakura-chan?"
Her name came out with a terrified manly squeak from the supposed to be undefeatable brave guidance counselor.
Meet the infamous guidance counselor of Konoha High: Uzumaki-sensei, or simply called Naruto or Naruto-sensei by his most admiring gullible fans, or the idiot for those who knew better . Apparently, Naruto has already proclaimed to the administration that he is the champion of the student masses. Representing the rights of every rebellious teen and as well as the caretaker of their best interests. Most of the kids view Naruto more as their esteemed gang leader than their teacher, as eighty-five percent of the pranks pulled on school could be traced back to him.
"You."
Sakura felt gratified that she can make a grown man shake on his boots.
"What you were doing in the girl's bathroom in all places?"
"I-I can explain, Sakura-chan."
"Why on EARTH," The fluff from her slippers didn't soften the blow of her foot on the floor, which prompted the poor blond to scuttle a bit farther behind his desk from her radiating angry sparks. "were you replying on that, that, THAT repulsive THING? You should know better than to allow it to exist!"
"But Saku-"
"My goodness, his students are on the verge of physical sexual harassment! Better yet, Uzumaki-sensei, I guess you were too absorbed in promoting your IchaIcha rubbers - yes, i know that you've been giving them out, idiot - that you've forgot that there is already a CASE of sexual harrasment!"
"What?" Identical pairs of blue eyes widened. "Sakura?"
"Sasuke-kun has been raped! You idiot!" A fuming Sakura could almost exhale scalding smoke from her nose. "Didn't you read?"
Because of Naruto's unspoken help meeeeee look at the amused woman behind the roaring forehead monster, the blonde woman decided to intervene"...Forehead-girl."
"Shut up, Pig. You don't know a-"
"My god, Sakura. You're the one who doesn't know a thing."
"What do you mean, blonde boar?"
"Sakura." Ino placed her well-manicured hand on her forehead in surprise. "Discovered the Uchiha Fantasy Corner. Only. Just. Now."
The deep intake of breath and the mumble of one, two, three, four.. after each inhale was a good sign for Ino to settle Sakura into the couch and for Naruto to bring forth two bowls of ramen as a peace offering. Probably wanting to make Sakura even more forgiving, Naruto gave her the cleanest and brightest yellow Sponge Bob chopsticks for her to use.
"You knew it existed?" The question was breathless.
"Of course, Sakura." She said gently, settling the cups for some tea that Ino meticulously prepared for their lunches. "I was careless to assume that you knew. Well, I think you and Sasuke-kun probably doesn't know that it exists. You've left the Academy, after all."
Not letting the soft bitter abandonment from Ino sting her, Sakura asked again. "But Naruto left as well, and why does he-"
"I've been here a lot longer, Sakura-chan." Naruto said in between mouthfuls of broth.
"So why didn't you do anything to stop it?"
"Sakura-chan" Blue eyes narrowed behind the steam of another ramen cup being devoured. "You just don't know how many people goes to me and weep on their one-sided love affair over that bastard. It cuts some slack, provides an outlet and saves the children from being anorexic. Or teme being attacked randomly in the corridors. It's...good."
"Is vandalism even allowed in the administration? I mean, if the school gets an accreditation check, not to mention that we are an international--"
"Let 'em be, besides its considered as freedom of expression, Sakura-chan!"
"And, the underground Uchiha fanclub gives a quarterly fee to the Maintenance to make sure that the glittery header doesn't fade." Ino quipped with a smile.
Sakura choked on her tea.
"Where do you think their funds go? And I was wondering why you weren't confessing your whole one-sided drama on that wall. But now that I've come to think of it, I should have checked the new replies for the last week. So is there anything new? That I don't know about? Did it burn your untaint--"
"Ino."
"Okay, fine. But it's maybe a fantasy."
"A fantasy."
"Yeah. Nothing serious. Maybe you didn't see it, but I wrote on that wall too."
"Really?"
"Yes. I asked if there was anyway she can prove her claim, that yes, she did sleep with Sasuke."
With an uncharacteristic swig of her mug, Ino gave a kitten-like grin.
"Meet up tomorrow!"
add two parts of the whole on 12|18|10
plot status: complete | encoding: incomplete/unbetaed