Disclaimer:/ I am sad to say, that I do not own the anime/manga/videogame/wonder-ness know as Naruto, and I do not own Macbeth...or anything else written by that wonderful man that lived in England so many years ago. (You should know this by now)
AN:/I know! I should be working on my other stories and updateing Ecstasy like you people want me to, but I'm waiting on my laptop to be fixed, since it has another 9 to 10 chapters already written, and I don't want to mess up the plot line. This little piece of art if for you, so that you don't come hunting me to kill me while I sleep. It's not much, but I feel as if I have to get something out, this week. Please enjoy, even if you do not like Macbeth.
AN2: Feel free to point out any guys you want to see Sakura with in the upcoming chapters
Dedication:/2Cut32B3Tru3... For letting me use this killer idea of a Shikamaru Sakura chapter she had in her story Campus Love
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
Win us with honest trifles, to betray's
In deepest consequence.
Banquo, scene iii
"I'm so glad Kiba bombed out on his third try today! He's never going to be able to say anything to Sakura chan. Did you see the look on the guy's face when he tried to return her book? Ah well, that leaves more of a chance for me to ask her out," Naruto chuckled rubbing the back of his head as he and his friend, Shikamaru walked through the halls of the school.
"Tch, I don't see what's so good about girls in general, let along this Sakura one. You two go on and on about her, it's so troublesome," the other male sighed with a bored look on his face.
"You're just a bore, dude. Ever since Sakura chan transferred here two months ago, there has been nothing else on my mind, aside from ramen, and I could not be a happier man. You never seem to be happy, you know. Maybe you should obsess over something."
"Do you want to know how stupid that just sounded, Naruto?"
"...You live the sheltered life. Man it's such a drag talking to you, why do I bother?"
"Because I help you when there are bullies around?"
"Yup, I thought so."
"...Ugh. So troublesome."
"You just can't like Sakura chan, only her."
"I do not like Haruno Sakura."
It wasn't as clear as she would have wanted it, but the smudged numbers written in blue ink on her left palm were still readable, and therefore, still useful. Being caught with a bright idea and no paper was a trouble the bright young girl found herself suffering more often than she should. Being a lyrics writer for herself was one of Sakura's greatest pleasures in life, too bad it was also one of her greatest secrets.
The paper deprived high school student was short for her age, but thankfully very fit, thanks to activates like Dance Dance Revolution that could be played by herself, in the comfort of her own home. Aside from that, she used to take dace and several self defense courses.
A pair of thin wire glasses were pushed up the bridge of her noose with the back of her hand, before her messy pink locks were pushed behind an ear. She had tried to put her hair up in a pony tail, but had failed at making it look neat and opted for a messy bun that was thankfully still secure. The sleeves of her faded yellow turtleneck fell over her hands once again, but this time Sakura didn't have the heart, nor mind, to push them up and walk away from her locker in ripped jeans and a pair of cherry red converse high-tops.
A pair of girl walked past Sakura chatting happily about their plans for the weekend not noticing the girl who had turned away, in hopes of not being noticed. Aside from being a paperless lyrics writer, Sakura was a fearfully shy person who had a kind hear, locked away in fear of letting it get hurt. She did, however, have a more stubborn side that came out when she was stressed and saw something she had a low tolerance for. Such as animal abuse. Don't even look at a squirrel wrong with her around.
Classes were over for the day, and she had her black and gray shoulder bag ready and waiting with it's inhumanly weighted textbooks that should not weight so much for one semester. Thanks to Kiba, she had all her required books. It's funny how that boy acts around her, he can never get a straight sentence out, to save his life. He was on of the people Sakura didn't mind, because she knew he wouldn't bother her. Heck, he could hardly look at her, let alone tease her.
The halls were steadily emptying out, with it's students racing to distance themselves as much as possible from the dreaded institute of learning things they didn't want to know. Sakura was one of the slow stranglers that was always found in the back. Staying up late, she comes to class with tired eyes and a yawn stuck in her throat almost everyday. Sometimes she wished she could fall asleep forever, just like the famous fairy tale about a stunning princess who slumbered for 100 years. But reality always seemed to come back and bite her in the butt. Never too good of a thing for a growing girl.
A preppy looking girl with flashy looking cloths and perfect nails 'accidentally' bumped into Sakura, making all her books fall out of her bag and onto the floor. Mumbling an apology for being in her way, Sakura go on her hands and knees and began to pick up her books.
A Paris Hilton look alike who was walking with the first girl smirked and regrettably had to place the heel of her stiletto on top of Sakura's hand to balance herself. The abused girl squeaked in pain, but did nothing to anger the girls that could ruin anyone's life with a text message and a creative rumor.
"Sorry to have been in your way, Ino san, Karin san," Sakura mumbled meekly in embarrassment.
"See that it doesn't happen again, forhead girl,"Ino sneered with a icy glare.
Karin only chuckled, following her friend around the corner and out of hearing range.
"I hate those girl, if I could I'd show them the backside of my fist," Sakura growled, instantly switching moods behind the backs of the two evil fiends who had earlier harmed her hand and pride.
Trying to pick up Shakespeare's Macbeth, her hand throbbed, making her stop and use her other hand to avoid provoking it. "Well, maybe I could just kick them. Stupid jerks," she mumbled, noticing the condition of her hand."Oh great, now it started bleeding! Just perfect!"
When she was younger, the girl with eyes the color of green sea glass would cry a lot. Even over the smallest of things that hurt her, she would shed endless tears over it. Later, she learned to bounce back from these things and roll on with life. Insteed of crying over such things, she would grow angry and bottle up her rage. However, that rage needed to be released every now and then. And the way she was going, it needed to be released soon.
"Ah, great! They made me mess up the lyrics on my hand!"
I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself
And falls on the other.
Macbeth, scene vii
"I told you guys to leave me alone and go find someone else to bother. Gosh, you guys are such a drag," Shikamaru commented in a tired, lazy voice with half lidded eyes, trying to keep his cool. Naruto wasn't around to defend him and Kiba had run home after his, what was it, eight failed attempt to talk to the pink haired girl, who's name he could not remember.
"By that history test is coming up and it's a really bit percent of our final grade. I don't want to fail and I don't think you me or Aoi to fail either, do you?" a junior in a green and black football jacket with the 'will of fire' emblem sewn onto the shoulder. Behind him was a similarly dressed male with limp black hair sporting a blue tint to it. Both looked more like jocks and bullies, rather than history students.
"I already told you two, I'm not going to help you cheat on the History test. You can go study on your own and pass like the rest of us students," the lazy male who would rather be sleep or cloud watching replied, feeling a little anxious without either of his friends to help bail him out of this mess.
"We can't be wasting out time studying when there's a big game coming up. We need to spend out time practicing and getting ready to trump Suna," the one named Aoi sneered.
"I don't care, now leave me alone," Shikamaru stated, once again, taking a steep back.
To bad the two didn't see things his way since one of the grabbed him by the shirt and pushed him back onto the ground, effectively making the boy sprain his wrist. It was a good thing he was a fast healer, because he would need it in the weeks to come.
"I don't think it's going to go that way, dude."
"Nah, it's either our way...or...well, you'll find out."
Shikamaru backed up a few feet, still upon the school's not so clean floor, as the two jocks began to advance upon him with evil intentions in their eyes. It didn't take a boy genius to see that. The GO lover really began to panic though it only was displayed slightly upon his face, he wanted to at least look calm and cool when they were beating him up. Yeah, good luck with that.
"You shouldn't be doing that."
Thee pairs of heads turned to see the timid pink haired girl from the back of the classroom holding her book bag in a weird way and a disgusted frown stretched across her lips. She had, had enough of being pushed around for one day and needed to let her inner demons out to relieve the stress.
More or less, sh just needed someone to beat up and not feel sorry about it.
"Run off, nothings happening here," said Aoi, looking annoyed at her sudden appearance.
Sakura shivered a bit under his stare, but regained courage when she remembered the anger that was overflowing from her event with Ino and Karin earlier. "I'm not going anywhere. You should stop picking on him before you two get in trouble."
"Oh, are you going to tell on us? Sorry, but we would be on you before you had a chance to yell. Now get out of here before we decide to hurt you as well," answered the one that had provoked Shikamaru in the first place.
Sakura did nothing to run away or retreat from her position, instead she tossed her book bag to the side and fell into a defensive position, ready to fight. She was way to angry at everything happening all around her to think completely logically. If she could, she would have saved herself the effort, but she didn't. "I don't think so..."
Aoi and his friend seemed really annoyed at being challenged by a girl from one grade below. Thus, they abandoned all reason and began to run at her. Sakura was ready for them, and with a flick of her wrist she had one and the throat and the other at the end of her kick, sending him into the lockers,, then the floor. Aoi looked at his fallen friend and tried to swing at Sakura, who easily ducked and jabbed at him in the gut, sending him to the floor as well. Aoi tried to stand again, but Sakura's heel came down on his neck, holding him down.
"I think you should leave," she stated in a dark tone as half of her bangs fell to cover one whole side of her face in a dark haunting way, minius the discarded glasses. It more than intimidated Aoi who took off running, forgetting about his moaning friend who was not that far behind him, despite the heavy limp in his left leg and the bruises on his chest.
With the adrenalin slowing down inside her, Sakura began to notice the awe struck boy, still on the floor, starting at her as if she just grew another head. She gasped, flushing red in embarrassment before muttering a handful of apologies before picking up her bad and running off, trying to ignore the pain in her bleeding hand.
Shikamaru was used to being threatened by bullies, but his friends were usually always there to back him up and defend him if anything ever got serious. There had only been one or two times in his life where he had gotten hurt by intimidating bullies, and they were nothing to brag about. Thinking he was going to really get hurt this time, scared the crap out of him, plus some.
Thankfully a pink haired student in cherry red converse and ripped up jeans came in and saved him like a guardian angel would have. Maybe that was what she was, a guardian angel. She surly looked like and angel without the glasses and her hair flying loose around her face. She was a totally different person from the timid bookworm at the back of the classroom that never looked up, and he didn't mean that in a bad way. It was a good and well received change.
Awkwardly climbing to his feet, the smart bullied boy took note of the girl's absence and grumbled when he remembered how she ran out on him. He had wanted to thank her for risking her butt all for his sake, she surly deserved it. He didn't even know her and she stepped up to two bigger stronger third years and kicked their butts like a pro kick boxer. He had no idea a book warm could pack such a punch, or a kick.
He reddened a bit at the though of being protected by a troublesome girl. It was a bit degrading, but he did not mind as long as he came out in one piece.
"Where did she go?" he asked himself aloud, but found her no where in sight.
Deciding to skip out on his after school crap session, the lazy boy began to make his way up to the roof where he liked to sleep and watch clouds. A few times when there were no clouds present, he had read Shakespeare and Homer. He like the plays rather than the ancient poetry.
He was kind of known as the lazy genius, never studying for tests or quizzes, yet managing to pass with flying colors. That didn't help his grade however, since he had a habit of falling asleep before the test even began, resulting in a zero. He didn't really care. His dad was a great guy and knew his son was a bright boy, as long as his final grade was good. His mother would have liked him to be a bit more determined, but she knew he was a smart boy as well. Both parents trusted him and wouldn't worry if he didn't come home from school and after school activates, directly. He had the whole day to do what he wanted and today, he had nothing but his worries and a sky full of lazy clouds to complain to.
Pushing the heavy gray door back, he expected to find the roof empty and all to himself, but was surprised to see the savior in cherry red converse up there with her bag of books and a piece of gauze that was being wrapped around her bleeding hand. When did her hand start bleeding? Did it happen in the fight when she was protecting him, and what was she doing up here of all places? Was she...could she be watching clouds?
The said pink haired girl squeaked in surprise, making Shikamaru feel a bit awkward. Timidly she climbed to her feet and began to gather up her books, mumbling apologies better than Hinata, but still troublesome. "I was just leaving, sorry to interrupt."
The lazy boy was only arms distance away when her messenger bag began to open up, the wrong way and loose all it's books. Thinking quickly he reached out to steady it and grab that books that were falling out.
"Here let me help you with that. You weren't intruding on anything, you can stay up here if you want."
Sakura looked up nervously, and nodded. "Thanks, I don't want to go home."
The two sat down at a favored ledge. Shikamaru looked over at the book he had handed Sakura and noticed it was a favorite of his. "I didn't think you would be found of something as dark as Macbeth."
Sakura looked up and spared a sheepish smile. "It's a favorite of mine. In my old school, we did a play on Macbeth and I was lucky enough to be cast as Lady Macbeth. I was just getting into Shakespeare back then, but I remember enjoying it a whole lot."
Shikamaru raised his eye brows. "Really? I would have never though you to be someone to like that character.The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements. Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts! unsex me here,And fill me from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty; make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come thick night and pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark to cry Hold, Hold!"
Sakura smiled wildly in turn and spoke in a tone, louder than most with a commanding edge. "O, never Shall sun that morrow see! Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under't. He that's coming Must be provided for: and you shall put This night's great business into my dispatch; Which shall to all our nights and days to come Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom."
Shikamaru laughed, seeing the change from meek school mouse to commanding lioness before his very eyes. "I shall keep friends with you. There is danger on turning your back on a woman as ever changing as you."
"That you should, friend." Sakura laughed, closing her eyes and holding her book tight to her chest.
It was rare she could talk about something she loved with someone else, aside the mirror. The lazy, male lover of plays,sighed and leaned himself back against the ground, choosing to stare up at the cloud dotted sky before him. It was a rather beautiful day for cloud watching, and he was happy to be enjoying it with someone who loved Shakespeare as much as he.
Peeking out the corner of his eye he saw her sitting with her legs dangling over the ledge and her forehead pressed against the bars that prevented her from falling. Her hair had fallen out of most of the bun into a loose pony tale, and with her eyes half lidded she looked tired, in a sort of calming way.
"Hey Sakura, I never did ask you what you were doing up here?" he said, absentmindedly, continuing to stare up at the sky above him, and not mind her and she turned to him.
"What I was doing up here? I don't come up here often because I don't like the heights, but I like cloud watching. It helps me when I'm angry or vexed over things I can not change in life. It's a sort of peaceful ritual I come to whenever events, like the ones today, take place," Sakura answered in a light voice, as she refocused her gaze on the balls of white fluff in the sky before her.
Shikimaru looked up, surprised. "Really? You were cloud watching?"
"Yeah...I know it sounds childish and sort of stupid, but it helps, and I enjoy it," she answered."
"So, you plan on heading home soon?"
"She looked at him for a long moment before turning towards the sky again. "Because it's too...troublesom."
The two sat there, together in silence for what seemed like minuets, but in reality was several hours. Soon the sun had begun it's beautiful decent below the earth's crust, marking the time they should have been long gone. There were stairs on the outside of the building, so the two could climb down and no one would know about their stay at the school, after closing hours. "
Ah, it's lovely, isn't it?" Sakura asked, watching the sun set, not noticing how a breeze had swept the rest of her hair out of it's pony tale and released it to dance around her face. She turned slightly back to see Shikamaru behind her. "Isn't it?"
Shikamaru waited until Sakura turned around to watch the rest of the magnificent red and gold colors blend and dance against the sky, before answering. "Oh yeah, it's really quite a stunning sight," he replied, not letting his eyes leave her sun touched face.
It was in that moment that Shikamaru Nara knew, he didn't like Haruno Sakura.
He loved her.
Nought's had, all's spent
Where our desire is got without content.
'Tis safer to be that which we destroy
Than, by destruction, dwell in doubtful joy.
Lady Macbeth scene ii
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