Chapter 1
The time was surely going to come one time or another, but sakura hoped she’d never hit rock bottom like this.
“I can’t believe I'm stooping so low, I'm like Kakashi-Sensei. No, worse, like that old man Jiraya,” groaned the pinkette inwardly. She closed her eyes tight until the rays of the sun were pitch black and the darkness under her eyelids sparked the colors of the rainbow.
It was a calm afternoon as Sakura waited for the swarms of civilians to fade away. She was waiting for an opportunity to buy it, and it was just around the corner.
Earlier that day Sakura went about her usual routine in the hospital. She dealt with an array of problems and people. Sometimes she zoned out as she mechanically did her job, but didn’t bother to change this behavior since it never failed to cause anyone any trouble.
Maybe she was that good at her job. Or, things were plainly uneventful because she overheard these two patients gossiping about the arrival of a new book that was quickly gaining popularity among women. Perhaps it was because these two patients who happened to be women, and quiet attractive, that Sakura took their word for it.
“I’m telling you Kara! This book is positively delicious,” ushered a brunette excitedly, leaning into her friend and nudging her elbow on Kara's arm.
At this, the short haired blonde, who Sakura assumed correctly, was Kara, rolled her eyes in disgust, “I don’t believe you, that other book you recommended to me was a complete letdown. You don’t know squat about those kind of books.”
Sakura heard the two women in the waiting room as she pressed her back on the wall, completely out of their sight. The bickering went on for awhile until the brunette whose name Sakura learned to be was Rena said, “I promise. Fine, don’t believe me, but you’ll hear all about it from someone else because it’s that good! Anyway, you can’t miss it, the cover is unique…”
And with that Rena left fuming prettily as she swung her purse.
Sakura’s social life was definitely non-existent if her curiosity was peaked by some chattering over some naughty book geared toward women. In the hospital.
So, the cover was unique, thought Sakura pursing her lips together. Well it was probably a cover that had nudity on it. She exhaled annoyingly at herself, a unique cover can look like anything. And those type of books would be, without a doubt, resting inside an adult store. And Sakura would never, ever, catch herself near those places.
But here she was. Around the corner waiting for an opening away from all potential eyes. "There’s still time, go! Turn back," Sakura thought, "this is ridiculous I’m better than this."
So, she straightened herself and used her body to push herself from the wooden wall, a calm breath was released and she stepped away from the shadows and into the dimly warm afternoon.
"Home, now", Sakura commanded herself. She obeyed dutifully, but she walked in the shortest of paces.
With a slum of her shoulders, she turned sharply and took an angry long stride after the other inside the damn bookstore that was stupidly called “V’s & D’s.”
“Okay, I'm here. Great willpower, way to go Sakura,” she muttered silently to herself.
Sakura composed herself as she pushed long locks of sleek hair towards her back. Pale green eyes glossed at the sight of every single cover, she smiled embarrassingly at the more lavishly nude poses.
A middle aged woman with an absurdly mane of hair and a high pitched voice made sakura jump in panic, like a little girl caught in the middle of the night attempting to pry open a jar of cookies, “Can I help you with anything, dear?”
Sakura shivered, “I, erm, well…I am only looking that’s all.” Sakura voluntary stiffened to let this noisy looking woman understand that she wanted to look around on her own and thanked the gods when the woman replied with, “Alrighty then let me know if you need help or have any questions.”
Now she stood there not knowing how to find the source of her being there in the first place. If she asked for help it would make her feel like a fool for blowing off help in the first place.
So, she ventured on her own, taking a book that seemed promising. Sakura picked a paged at random and read using her inside voice, “He longed for so long from afar, now his engorged member was meeting her pleading entrance. In his utmost painful need, he pressed himself snuggly against her and lubricated himself with her slick dampness.”
“Oh. my. God,” thought Sakura, two sentences had her flushed. Man, was she a loser. Her body was perspiring a thin layer of pathetic, “Goodness, goodness...I sound like a grandma!”
Sakura held the book away from her as if it was emitting a grotesque smell or was cursed with the ability to burn flesh and dropped it back where it belonged.
She turned her heels, ran for the exit, swung the door, and had her face suffocate uncomfortably against a vest.
“Owh, watch it,” she whined teary eyed as she delicately attended to her wounded nose. She blinked away the tears that were obscuring her vision and regretfully looked up.
Sakura wished she’d never walked inside in the first place. Scratch that, she wished this man was anyone but her former teacher.
While Kakashi’s single eye shared a look of surprise, Sakura was frozen in place, but felt her mouth move, “I was never here.” Then proceeded to escape under Kakashi’s arm, which was still holding the door open.
Such an adult response for someone who managed to earn a respectable reputation! Sakura was sure, however, that Kakashi was not the type of person to run his mouth to people. Well, at least that's the impression her ex-teacher was determined to make the world believe.
She just turned twenty last week and felt no difference at all. Till this day she’s been pushing her needs at the bottom of the cemetery until a specific someone finally returned home and noticed her.
But he never did. Sasuke was still doing god knows what. Most certainly on missions protecting the village and on his road to redemption.
Sakura's lingering hope made it all too easy for her to wait patiently for Sasuke to come around.
“Forehead, seriously? What’s the point of having a thick skull if you’re going to be so close minded? I mean I’m so over Sasuke, but you are still that strung up twelve year old. It’s so sad,” Ino shook her head in complete disapproval.
Sakura recalled this annoying memory as she cracked her door open and slumped against it feeling defeated by poor luck.
But Ino’s voice didn’t stop there, “I mean don’t get me wrong, he’s powerful and hot, but he’s got some real serious issues. You don’t want to be a servant or a babysitter, do you? God forbid, a mom to him, it’s not like he’s going to gush out his feelings to you just because you keep nagging him about your unconditional love. Just look at naruto, even he struggles.”
Ino was slicing thorns off roses and trimming away at the crackling of dead plants, “We are young forehead. This period is supposed to be the time of our lives to make mistakes and have fun. Hoe around a bit at least for two days and then you can be a prude for the rest of you life.”
Sakura scowled at her best friend’s unwanted advice, “I can’t, Ino-pig. I’m not like that, I can’t even imagine myself like that, and you know why? Because it’s laughable. If I’m going to be a slut it’s going to be with one person.”
Ino grabbed and examined the now healthy looking flowers and set them inside a large vase, “Yeah, you’re not a slut, but who knows. You can learn to be one on the weekends only at least. Live a little forehead. Prince charming doesn’t come as a knight in shining armor, but that doesn’t mean you need to look at the unattainable, either.”
A wave of sadness flooded Sakura’s face and Ino gave an eye roll and sighed, “If you’re going to be pouting already, leave. Come back when you’ve grown a pair.”
Sakura made her way to her bedroom and wished she could be Ino. She was carefree, fashionable, and cool. Sakura made it a point to avoid asking Ino’s hoe stories because it always lead to the same annoying and undesired advice. It’s not like Ino wasn’t dying to tell her anyway.
Her petite figure plopped readily on her bed and she gave an immature cry. It was no secret to the village that she was utterly inexperienced when it came to long and short relationships.
Sakura hugged herself as she stared at the ceiling in her lusterless room. Whenever Ino told her about her ludicrous, rendezvous love affairs and multiple one night stands in a night, she couldn't help but picture herself in Ino’s place doing those things.
“I’m not a slut, but who knows, right?” she thought in a sheepish smile.
The pressure was absurd especially as a virgin. Sakura knew a fair amount of people of the same sex and opposite sex that were still virgins, but the problem was that the greater part of those people were regulars or non-shinobi.
Sakura’s generation has had sex by what Ino’s big mouth has told her. And Ino didn’t need sources, she was her own source and Ino made it so that she was at the top of her game with Konoha's news and rumors.
“Has Sasuke done it? With who? Where?” She thought painfully as she unlocked her arms from herself and took a pillow. She stuffed her face into it, tossed and turned as she curled into a ball and whined.
Her lips curled as she let out a whimper, her heart simply couldn’t bear it. They were supposed to have their first time together.
This was hopeless. Even Hinata’s virginity was long gone and it bid farewell along with Naruto’s. How could this possibly happen? How could a babbler-mouthed, whiskered idiot, and a shy, muttering fainter surpassed her in that department?
Even Lee has lost it. Although, not with a girl. He was drunk on Kiba’s birthday party and that idiot thought it would be an unforgettable night if he spiked the punch.
Unfortunately, for Lee and Shino.
Another turn of events was Naruto, whom had arrived early and had a cup to many. The hapless Hinata had made her way to Naruto when he drunkenly expressed his yearning desire to be with Sasuke.
They haven’t spoken since.
Sakura stayed sprawled on her bed until her mind was clear of thoughts and feelings.
She starved to be touched and not necessarily in a sexual manner. She was lacking affection and it made her feel all alone and melancholic.
Sakura propped herself up to look at her appearance. Her reflection was so-so. That’s all. Her breasts weren’t entirely eensy-weensy or substantial. Every Kunoichi that she knew and has come across has had an eyeful in skill and looks.
So, why was she unfortunate in her own way?
After some time of harsh inspection of herself, she decided to shut down her unforgiving mind and call it a day. She optimistically hoped that tomorrow would be okay and when the time came to face Kakashi she would know that all will be well. If she couldn’t bring herself to know, she hoped he would convince her one way or another that all is good between them.