Chapter 5
Sakura Haruno
In school suspension is not that bad. I should do this more often, she thought.
Sakura was enjoying her experience inside of ISS. No class, no lectures, just her in a room all by herself. The entire day she was on her phone watching movies, playing games, and when her phone ran out of battery, she started to doodle. She found this to be oddly relaxing: taking her mind off school, teachers, dumb popular kids, Ino, and instead just waiting the day out inside a room with no rules.
She also found it ironic how nice the room was. The ISS room was colored in a comfy green and had a window that faced the pond, where Sakura spent most of her day just staring at. It also had a white carpet that looked very comfortable. Sakura planned on taking a nap on the floor the moment she walked into the room.
There was another tall, skinny window that sat next to the door. It faced the front office, which was where the ISS room was located. When Sakura wasn’t watching the pond and gardens in the front of the school, she was watching the people in the front office. The office was very quiet due to it not having many visitors. All that was heard was the typing on the keyboard done by the secretary and the occasional whispers between the people who happened to come in. It was then that she wished her quirk was hearing related so she could hear the gossip the staff would whisper and giggle to each other like they were in high school.
She kept track of all the people who came into the office. Though never diagnosed to have a quirk related to sight, Sakura was convinced that she had one. Her eyes missed nothing, tracking every detail and examining each person and object immensely. Though, she might’ve been very attentive due to her becoming bored of being on her phone too long. During this attentive examination of her surroundings, she caught the eye of the secretary. The secretary turned around and checked her surroundings. She then got up from her computer and walked over to the ISS room and opened the door.
“My name is Anko,” the secretary said. “Don’t worry about calling me Ms. Mitarashi, I’m not a teacher here. At least, not yet,” she chuckled.
“So, what do you do all day,” Sakura blurted. She didn’t want Anko thinking she was watching her for the past thirty minutes.
“Quick to the point, but in case you couldn’t tell, I get paid $15 an hour to be on twitter,” Anko chuckled.
“No way, that’s awesome,” Sakura exclaimed. She could feel sweat coming down her forehead and her face blushing a little, but she kept her composure. She needed to act unphased by the fact that Anko had noticed her attentive examination.
“Yeah, and it gives me experience hours, so I am just relaxing until I gain enough hours to start working as an actual teacher.”
“Wow, so you want to become a teacher?” I got to change the topic, she thought.
“Yeah, maybe one day a principal,” Anko smiled. “Who knows? Is it hot in here, you look hot.”
Dammit, she knows, she thought. “No, I’m jus-“
“I MEAN like temperature, not like, hot hot…”
They both sat in silence. The awkward moment held both of them captive in its grasp.
“You know, like…” Anko said, hesitantly. “…nevermind.”
Anko’s awkwardness put Sakura at ease. She started to laugh, with the laughter seemingly sucking out the redness and sweat on her face.
“I know what you mean, it’s fine.”
The secretary started to laugh as well. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be awkward. It’s still something I’m still working on.”
All these years and yet, adults still deal with the same issues that she, a freshman in high school, has. It gave Sakura some comfort to know this.
“Anyways, I’m going to head back to ‘work’, if you need anything, just let me know. Also, I have some snacks,” Anko pulled out trail mix and chocolate candy and gave them to Sakura. “Hope you like them.”
“Thank you,” Sakura said.
“No problem, have fun in ISS.”
“You too!” DAMMIT! she thought.
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4:00 PM.
The secretary woke Sakura up from a nap. Sakura got up and cracked her back. The carpet was not as comfy as she thought it was. Still, she enjoyed taking the nap.
“Hey, I’m going to escort you to the detention room now, make sure to not forget anything in here cause I’m going to leave and I’m the only person besides the weird janitor and Principal Sarutobi that has the key to this room.”
Sakura grabbed all her stuff and followed Anko out of the office. They turned left, walking down the brown colored hallway, going past the grey lockers, the class 1B and then her homeroom class 1C. They then reached the end of the building, where the gym was. She could hear some of the students playing inside of there.
“Here it is,” Anko said. Sakura turned left to see a lone door by itself, attached to the wall. It looked as if it didn’t belong there.
“Through here, Mr. Kakashi will sign you in and explain the rules of detention,” the secretary said as she opened the door.
The room was dimly lit. It had cement walls painted over a light blue. There seemed to be some yellow design or pictures painted on the wall, but you couldn’t tell with how dark it was. In the back of the classroom, behind the desks, there was a closet that had paper sticking out of it. Surrounding the closet, there seemed to be musical sheets and drumsticks.
At the front of the class was a chalkboard with “____ Minutes Until Detention Over” on it. In front of the chalkboard was a man sitting at a desk located at the center of the room. The man was invested in his book.
“Mr. Kakashi, this is Sakura Haruno, she will be attending detention today.”
Kakashi slowly looked up from his book. His eyes traced with bags made contact with Sakura’s eyes traced with mascara. The stare did not last for more than a second, but within that time, the teacher seemed to have completely examined and drawn a conclusion about her using only his eyes.
Those red colored eyes. They stared deep, piercing the flesh and looking only at the soul. She felt that trying to hide something from those eyes would be useless for they could not miss a detail.
“Hm. Okay. Girl, sign in on this sheet with your name and ID number,” the man tossed to her a sheet of notebook paper with names already written on it. He then turned back to his book.
Sakura began to write down her name.
“Make sure to write your last name first, then your first name. Thank you,” Kakashi said, without looking at her or the paper.
“Alright, have fun. It was nice talking to you, Sakura,” Anko whispered.
Sakura fought the urge to not say ‘you too’ that time, but in hindsight, it would’ve probably been appropriate.
Anko then walked out of the room and shut the door behind her.
The room contained two other students inside.
One student with long, black hair, sat in the far-left corner of the room. The boy was leaned back in his chair and fiddling with his thumbs. He seemed to be in a world of is own.
The other student with yellow hair sat at the far-right wall, doodling on a piece of paper. He seemed to be in his own world too.
With where these two are sitting, it seems that Sakura would have to sit at the middle.
It is the worst spot to sit in. It has zero cover, which means she couldn’t get away with being on her phone. Though, considering the way the teacher looked at her, he probably has a high perception quirk so she wouldn’t have gotten away with it anyways.
There was a stack of notebook paper on the desk Kakashi was sitting at, but she wasn’t much of a drawer. Every time Sakura attempted drawing, she would become quickly frustrated of it due to her pictures never coming the way she wants it too. She once tried drawing a picture of a boy and it ended up looking like a picture of an egg with eyes.
The girl sat down in the middle of the room, taking a sheet of paper anyways because why not.
It’s only an hour, she told herself. I’ll try sleeping through detention.
She laid her down and closed her eyes. She tried to clear her mind, concentrating purely on sleeping.
“No sleeping is allowed during detention.” The teacher then continued reading.
Sakura sat up, disappointed that she could not sleep through detention. She then grabbed a pen and started doodling random shapes on her paper.
And she drew.
And drew.
And kept drawing.
Circles. Squares. Lines. Stars.
She drew them all.
All for fifteen minutes.
The damn squares always looked like rectangles. All the circles were never perfect, no matter how hard she tried. The lines were never straight. The stars looked cool though.
“Psst.”
Sakura heard a whisper coming from her left. She turned to the sound.
It was the kid with yellow hair.
“Whatcha drawing,” he whispered.
She looked at him, then to the paper, and back to the boy.
“I… don’t know,” she admitted.
“Oh that’s cool, I was trying to draw that kid in the corner. He refuses to talk to anyone. Maybe he’s one of those kids who don’t know how to talk? Or, that’s just his quirk? Do you think that his quirk is that he lets fire out of his mouth and he can’t talk because if he does, fire comes out? I don’t know, it’s been bothering me for this entire time-“
He would not stop talking. It was like he was making sure to not have silence in their conversation. When his rant would die down, he went onto another tangent, and continued doing this for at least five minutes, though it felt much longer than that.
“What’s your name?”
Took him long enough to ask. “It’s Sakura Haruno. What about you?”
“Naruto,” he smiled.
“Do you not have a last name?” Sakura looked at him confused.
The kid looked down awkwardly, putting on a sad smile. “Most kids like me don’t tend to have last names.”
“Why?”
“Nobody knows who my parents are.”
Sakura then felt like a dick for thinking that Naruto was annoying.
“Oh man, that’s…terrible,” she said with empathy.
“It’s life.”
Sakura and Naruto both looked to the far-left corner of the room to see where the noise came from. It was the kid who might’ve had a fire breathing quirk up until now. She now got a better look at him. His hair was more of a dark blue than just black, his eyes having a similar red quality to them as Kakashi’s except a lot more subtle and not as bright (and certainly not as intimidating). His hair was very long, almost reaching his shoulders, and they covered most of his face, only revealing some of his eyes and the bottom half of his face. The boy also looked a lot smaller than she had first perceived, possibly even smaller than her.
“Yo, what’s your quirk?”
The boy looked at Naruto confused. “Why does that matter?”
“He thinks your quirk is breathing fire.”
“Why would he think that?”
Naruto blurted, “it’s ‘cause you didn’t respond when I said hi!” He looked mad.
“What are you, a child,” the boy scoffed. It was like he read her mind.
“What’s your quirk,” Naruto persisted.
“Like I said already, why does it matter?”
Sakura intervened. “Just tell the guy your quirk, he went on for thirty minutes talking about it.”
“Yeah,” Naruto exclaimed. He was just as dumb as he sounded.
“It’s just perception and lightning control and sh-“ he glanced at the teacher. “And stuff,” he finished.
Sakura glanced back at the teacher too. They were having a conversation with someone across the room and hadn’t been told to stop yet. Sure they were whispering, but it was very loud whispers and with only three people in a small room, it sounded like they were talking at a normal volume. Kakashi still hadn’t moved his head away from his book. His body was slumped over, with his right arm keeping his head and body from touching the desk while his left arm held his book up, covering his face.
She noticed that her glance had turned to stare when everyone else had stopped talking as well to look at the teacher.
“Hey,” Sakura whispered, pointing at the long-haired kid across the room. “Use that perception quirk to see what he’s doing.”
“I already did. He’s sleeping. Why do you think I started talking to you guys?”
“What’s your name,” Naruto blurted, not holding back his voice.
The long-haired dude looked at Naruto in confused awe. “Christ man, can’t you see we’re trying to see if the teacher is asleep.”
“I thought you guys already determined that,” Naruto said, still not restraining his voice.
“But, now we have to be cautious cause he could wake up to us talking if we make too much noise,” Sakura hissed. She was getting annoyed of this kid.
“OOOOoooooohhh,” Naruto’s said, his voice going from normal back to whispered. “but what’s your name?”
The dude sighed, took one more quick glance at the teacher then slithered his way towards Naruto and Sakura, being careful to not make any noise. He sat in the desk right behind Sakura.
“It’s Sasuke. What’re your’s,” he whispered, looking at them both.
“It’s Naruto,” he whispered. It was still loud but at least he was whispering.
Sasuke turned to her. Sakura was getting a much better look at him now. He had a nice chin and small button nose. He took up a lot after his uncle Madara, possessing that same round yet sharp facial structure as the president. The similarities were uncanny; he could pass off as Madara’s son with how similar they looked. She found Sasuke to be quite attractive even though his hair looked very rough. That man needed a hair cut and soon.
If only Sasuke was taller.
“It’s Sakura.”
“Like the flower,” Sasuke asked.
“Noooo, like the coffee shop just off of 2nd and Ontario that opened in 1992 by a family of four, Riley, Miley, Kylie, and Matthew, ” she quipped.
“Whoa, already with the sarcasm. Didn’t know that asking something like that would offend you,” Sasuke said, putting his hands up in surrender.
“Sorry, usually people ask me that question after asking my name like it wasn’t obvious. It’s literally in the name.”
“Nobody asks what my name means,” Naruto interjected.
“What does your name mean,” Sasuke sighed.
The kid stared at Sasuke blankly, trying to think of the meaning behind his name.
“Who knows,” he chuckled. “What does your name mean, Sasuke?”
“Sometimes, a name is just a name,” he responded.
“I heard you were named after some military leader in the past,” Sakura said.
“That’s what my uncle says, but he didn’t name me. My dad did.”
“Wait…” The gears were starting to click in Naruto’s head. It seemed he just figured out something. “YOU’RE UNCLE IS MADARA UCHIHA, ISN’T IT?!”
It was a subtle movement, but Kakashi moved nonetheless. They didn’t know whether or not he woke up, so all three of them spun around to face the front of the class. Each remained silent, refusing to move out of fear of making any sort of noise.
After some time, Sakura whispered, “is he asleep, Sasuke?” She made sure not to turn her head or move her mouth.
“I don’t know. His eyes are open, but they aren’t moving,” Sasuke whispered back, also making sure not to move. “I’m pretty sure he isn’t asleep because his eyes were closed before.”
“I still can’t believe your uncle is the president,” Naruto said in awe, following suit in Sasuke and Sakura’s refusal to move.
“Stupid, do you not know what whispering is?!” she hissed.
“Oops Sorry,” Naruto shrugged, still not whispering. This was the hundredth time they had both told him to whisper, yet he still had not.
All three sat in silence again for a while.
Until, suddenly, Kakashi rose from his desk and walked towards the door. He murmured something as he walked out of the room and shut the door behind him.
They turned to each other, then to the door, then back to each other. Sakura turned to Naruto having a huge grin and Sasuke still keeping that same not mad but certainly not happy look on his face.
If only he was taller, she thought.
“Let’s escape..”
Sasuke and Sakura turned to Naruto in unison. They couldn’t believe what had just came out of his mouth.
Naruto still had that same, stupid grin on his face.
“Are you an idiot, if the teacher comes back to an empty classroom, we’ll all get in trouble,” Sasuke said.
“Why would we get in trouble if we never left,” Naruto asked. It seemed like his grin got even wider than it had before. He was onto something…
Sakura decided to play along. “What do you mean?”
“You guys never asked what my quirk was,” Naruto smirked.
“Hurry on with the reveal, he could be back any minute. I think he said he was going to use the bathroom,” Sasuke said.
“It’s cloning… and body morphing,” he smiled. It was like he made a huge plan and it worked out perfectly.
“So what,” Sasuke asked.
Are you dumb, she asked, though not letting her words out. As much as he was known to be sort of a bum, that was the president’s nephew. She wasn’t about to back talk him.
“I can clone all three of us and morph each of the clones to look like us,” Naruto said, spelling out the obvious.
But, a more pressing concern was on Sakura’s mind. “Wouldn’t that strain your body? Making three different clones all morphed into people you just met would put a strain on anybody.”
“Only if they’re doing complex tasks. Plus, making clones is a specialty of mine. I tend make clones a..” Naruto donned that same sad smile again. “…lot more than I should.”
Christ, I hope he doesn’t make clone girlfriends, she thought.
“Okay, make the clones, we’ve wasted enough time already,” Sasuke said in a hushed tone. “I don’t sense him yet, but my skills are limited, so I can’t what’s outside in the hallway.”
“Right! Right, on it!” Naruto exclaimed. He then turned to Sakura and stared at her hard, analyzing every detail of her body, from the top of her head to her toes.
Wait, if he clones me, does this mean that he’s going to know how I look when I’m naked? She tried to get the thought out of her head. He’s cloning me, right? So, he’ll have a knowledge of how I look like. Or better question, to make my clone more accurate, should I tell him my bra size? I’m not wearing a push up or anything, but can he tell? But if I do, he’ll clone my breasts accurately, so he’ll really know how I look like under there. But, if I don’t, what if he makes them too big? Or small? She looked at herself. Would the teacher even notic-
Her thought was interrupted by a POP sound. She turned around to see a light mist covering a small area next to Sasuke. A figure stood in the middle of the mist, covered by thin smoke.
There she was. She noticed that some of her features were slightly changed. She had a sharper jawline. She now possessed cheekbones. Her nose was a lot more defined and her eyebrows were thicker. And her skin was perfect, have a consistent skin tone and zero bags under her eyes.
That’s when she realized it.
“Naruto, that’s not how I look like. That clone doesn’t have make up on. You made a clone based off of my make-up, not me.”
“I don’t see any difference,” Sasuke said, examining the clone hard. He wouldn’t understand anyways, he was a boy.
“I think if Sasuke, with his perception quirk, doesn’t notice anything, then it’s fine. Now, time for the other two clones,” Naruto said. Sakura noticed a sweat on his brow.
“Hey, are you sure there isn’t a strain on you when doing this?”
“The hard part is making the clones. But after the clones are made, I won’t feel anything. It’s just…I usually just make clones of myself. I never make clones of other people,” he said with a pained grin.
At least that answers the question of whether he makes clone girlfriends she thought. Naruto was starting to warm up to her a little bit.
Two pops later, and the clones were finished. Naruto was sweating hard at the end of it, but he seemed to be truthful about how the hard part was over for his face turned from pained to relief. He then made the clones move to the seats that the original three were sitting in.
“Voila! It is finished,” Naruto exclaimed.
“Good, let’s get the hell out-,” Sasuke said, but he stopped. He went from a not mad but certainly not happy face to just straight serious. “Naruto, kill the clones.”
“What do you mean,” Naruto turned around. He then made a quiet eek sound and immediately the clone exploded into cloud of dust.
Well dammit, she thought. She already knew that they had been caught. Slowly, Sakura turned around.
Except it wasn’t Kakshi that found them.
It was Principal Sarutobi.