“Sa~su~ke. . . ,” the white-haired manager whined, pleading to forgive him.

“Hn! Shut up Kabuto. Just take care of those four-eyes of yours.” The raven-head angrily replied while grabbing his car keys and head off to school.

Sasuke’s grimace had yet to vanish. Their drive to K.E.H was overwhelmed with utter silence until Sakura spoke.

“Ne, Sasuke-kun? I apologize for not realizing who you are earlier. Will you stop making that face? It’s really scary ya’know?”

The sullen looking driver gave a quick glance at the young ghost maiden sitting on the passengers’ seat. Her petite figure was translucent yet those emerald eyes gleamed magnificently due to the sun’s rays.

“Hn.”

With that one word, Sakura understood that any further questions would just be in vain since Sasuke was a man with few words.
She pouted her lips, not happy with the response.

‘Typical…,’ the cherry thought, as she frowned at the guy before turning away from him, looking outside the window.
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Yamanaka Ino was getting anxious and worried for her best friend. She’d been dialing her number for the past three days but the receiver never answered.

Her long, light-blonde pony-tail swayed behind her back as she sashayed about the school corridors. Her gracefulness stood out distinctly like that of a goddess among other students.

“Good morning, Yamanaka-san…,” a student called out from behind. Ino turned around to see a rather tall guy with pale complexion and pitch-black hair. Something about him intrigued the blonde, but she let the thought slide. Ino returned the sweetest smile she had ever made.

“Morning~ (〃＾▽＾〃)”

The boy still wore a blank expression on his face; however, he slightly smiled and replied, “Lady Tsunade needs to talk to you in private. Please follow me, Yamanaka Ino-san.”

‘The Lady Tsunade wants to talk to me in private!? Why –,’ Ino thought to herself, fogged with curiosity. Nonetheless, she followed the pale guy to their headmistress’ office.

When they arrived, the head teacher was at her desk, waiting for the blonde’s arrival; fingers laced together as she rest her chin on the back of her hands.

“I heard you’ve called for me Tsunade-sama,” Ino started as Tsunade waved at the boy to leave. As the office door closed behind –leaving the two blondes alone– Tsunade started speaking.

“I’ve noticed that you and Haruno Sakura are very close . . .; best friends who share each other’s secrets?”

Confusion rose as to why their headmistress was prying about whether or not they share secrets.

“Why would you want to know that, Tsunade-sama? Don’t tell me . . .; h- has anything happened to bill– I mean Sakura!?”

Tsunade stared at the student’s sky-blue eyes which were desperate for answers. She sighed before telling Ino the whole truth.

“Wa–a –ahaha, Tsunade-sama, you can’t be serious. Sakura’s going through coma? Even so, why does this have to be kept a secret,” Yamanaka Ino retorted out of anger and turmoil.

“You know what the consequences are, Ino. I’m telling you this since you’re like a family to Sakura. Are you telling me to take drastic measures only after the whole world knows Sas–. . ,” Tsunade abruptly stopped herself from raising her voice, before letting out an exhausted sigh.

“Just do me this favor. I’m counting on you, Yamanaka Ino.”

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“KYAAA!!!!! SASUKE-KUN– !!!  ฅ(๑*▽*๑)ฅ!! ”

“SASUKE!!!  (๑♡∀♡๑)”

The girls were squealing and shouting out Sasuke’s name as the idol strode to his classroom.

“Woah~ you sure are ‘KING’, Sasuke-kun,” feeling impressed, Sakura spoke thoughtlessly to the stoic man she was following.

‘Hn! Of course I am,’ the mighty Uchiha Sasuke thought to himself.

*KA – CHACK* [sound of camera’s shutter]

Amongst the noisy crowd, Sasuke noticed someone watching him; to be exact, stalking him. But it’s impossible to find out in that sea of people swarming in the hallway. So the raven let that matter slide for the time being.

On the other hand . . . .

“Uchiha Sasuke, you are going way down to the deepest part of the pit. You will pay for what you’ve done! Forgiving you will be the last thing I do in my life,” a mysterious person who was hiding in the large crowd pledged. His voice was full of hatred, wrath . . . . . and vengence.