Suicide Game
If you take the right steps, you might just survive.
If you make one little mistake, you won't be alive.
"Now, there are a few things I want to cover, before going to bed," a teen around the age of 16 stated, sitting upon the edge of a dark green bed.
Another teen came out of the bathroom, groaning as she jumped into the green bed. "Do we have to do this now Sakura? I'm dead tired from shopping earlier with you!"
The 16 year old teen tsk-ed, shaking her finger at the other teen on the bed. "That, Tenten, you agreed to come with me. I thought you'd know the circumstances when you're shopping with me!"
The 17 year old groaned once again, pulling the covers over her head as she slumped down in the bed. "I do! You dragged me along!! Literally!"
Sakura rolled her emerald eyes, her left hand raking into her bubble gum pink hair. "Well, I wouldn't have to drag you if you just agree to come along, now would I? Anyways, don't answer that. We have important matters to cover tonight, to be ready for the big day tomorrow."
Tenten pulled of the covers, glaring at Sakura with her hazel eyes piercing into the other teen. "What 'important matters'? It's just the first day of school tomorrow. I thought you explained everything when you dragged me to the mall."
"Well, I didn't explain all of it," the other said, oblivious to the glare that she was receiving from the older teen. "I was saving another part for tonight."
"Just… talk," Tenten
Sakura grinned as she started talking. "Well, you should know that there are cliques like any other school—"
"Yeah, you mentioned—"
"Don't interrupt—"
"I wasn't, I was just—"
"I said don't interrupt—"
"And I said—"
"Would you just let me fin—"
"Why don't you let me com—"
"Because you always interrupt—"
"No I don't! You're the—"
"That is so not—"
"OKAY!" Tenten finally shouted, tired of the interruption match. "Just… continue what you were saying."
Sakura sighed. "Well, as I was saying before someone rudely interrupted me," she said, looking at Tenten, "there's the populars. Of course, I mentioned this be—Don't interrupt me!" Sakura glared at Tenten who was just opening her mouth, "Like I said, the populars consist of Uzumaki Naruto, who's a total ditz. I don't even know why he's in the group, but it's said that he's best friends with Uchiha Sasuke…" Sakura said, as her facial expression became dazed.
Tenten paused for a bit before waving her hand in front of Sakura's face. She snapped her fingers, causing Sakura to jolt out of her daydream, blushing a bit before continuing.
"Sorry," she apologized. "There's also Hyuuga Neji, who is the oldest amongst the group. Then there's Nara Shikamaru. They're seen together everywhere—or with at least one of the other group members. And Tenten," Sakura looked at Tenten in the eye, "please don't fight with either one of them."
Tenten laughed nervously. "Why would I fight with one of them…?"
Sakura rolled her eyes. "Oh I don't know… Maybe because you have a thing for fighting people who think they're better than everyone?"
This time, it was Tenten who rolled her eyes. "Well, maybe I changed over the summer," she said, laying back down on the green bed. "And besides—it's not like I'd ever meet one of them."
Sakura sighed as she jumped into the spot next to Tenten. "Well, just to be sure, please don't cause anything at school. Your last scheme caused us to get expelled…" Sakura grumbled as she pulled the covers over herself.
"It was nearly the end of the year, already. So it didn't really matter if we got expelled, right?" Tenten asked, grinning.
"Tenten! It could go on our permanent records! Please don't make it seem like a big joke," she pleaded. "And I need a perfect record, or else I'll never be a doctor!"
"Calm down, Sakura. Don't worry—you'll be a doctor. You're the smartest person I've ever known," Tenten said, closing her eyes.
Sakura grinned as she turned off the lamp beside the bed. "Well, okay then. Goodnight."
"G'night…"
Sakura closed her eyes, but opened them as she suddenly remembered something. "Hey! We didn't even cover half the things I wanted to tell you!"
Tenten cracked open an eye. "Tell me later… It's time for sleep…"
Sakura grumbled, but turned to her side, closing her eyes again.
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Chapter One
Homeroom
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"Aw man… you have got to be kidding me!!" A brunette shouted, watching the crowd in front of the school from afar.
There seemed to be a huge crowd—all girls', no surprise there. Screaming girls, to be more correct. They were all chanting something different, so it was hard to hear what they were saying. Not that Tenten was planning on trying to make out the incoherent words.
Tenten, the bunned brunette, groaned, rubbing her temples. First day of school and this is what happened. 'Sakura you are so dead…'
Truth is, Sakura ditched Tenten straight in the morning, when Sakura couldn't get Tenten to wake up. Tenten plotted something in her mind, thinking of ways to get in.
'What the hell?!?!?! Who the hell gets up this early in the morning to stand in front of a freaking school building waiting for a bunch of effing guys?!'
Tenten growled dangerously, causing a few passer-bys casting a scared look towards Tenten's direction.
Approaching the crowd calmly, and nicely, didn't work so well for Tenten before. She'd been pushed down, screamed at, and scratched once. 'Well then, time to go for a different approach.'
Tenten pushed up her white collared button up shirt sleeve, coming towards the crowd of screaming girls from the side. She approached a blonde hair girl, yelling with her hands cupped around her mouth, apparently screaming, "SASUKE-KUN!!"
Why they were screaming when no one was even in front of them, Tenten didn't know. She pushed fiercely her way through, causing some of the girls she pushed to glare at her and curse.
"OW! You!!! You just tainted my shirt with that horrid hand of yours!!" A girl shouted behind Tenten.
Tenten didn't even turn around, to see who it was. She kept pushing, until she got to the front doors of the school. When she did turn around, it seemed that the percentage of the girls that were mad at her before, completely forgot everything when a black limo pulled up in front of the school.
'So those are the bastards that they're waiting for. Stuck up rich people,' Tenten thought with much distaste, not even bothering to look at who stepped out of the limo. She pushed open the one of the six doors in the front entrance, leaving it to fall slowly behind her, eventually slamming shut.
Stumbling to stable herself from the amount of textbooks in her hands, Tenten managed to get to her locker. She had just stopped by the secretary near the front entrance, who had given her the textbooks that she needed.
"Twenty-seven… five… twenty…" Tenten muttered as she twirled her combination on her lock.
She pulled the lock down without much difficulty, hearing a nice click when she did. As soon as she got her locker open, she dumped the six textbooks into the locker.
"Hey Tenten!" A chirpy voice said from behind the locker door.
Immediately, Tenten knew who it was. One, because it was obvious. Two, because she was the only one who knew her.
"Sakura," Tenten greeted, closing the locker with one textbook in hand. "Why the hell did you leave me?!"
Sakura grinned sheepishly. "Sorry Tenten. I knew that the fan girls would be in the front of the school, so I came early… besides, you wouldn't wake up when I shook you!!"
Tenten rolled her eyes, leaning against her locker. "Well, you should've tried harder. I'm not that much of a heavy sleeper."
"Correction; yes, you are," Sakura said, holding up a finger.
"Whatever," Tenten said. "Who were those girls' waiting for, anyways?"
Tenten looked over Sakura's shoulder, peering at the six doors. She could hear screaming, seemingly louder than the time Tenten was outside with them.
"Didn't you listen to anything I said yesterday? It's the four populars!" Sakura said, leaning against someone's locker herself. "I sometimes wonder about you Tenten…"
Tenten rolled her eyes. "Well, how was I suppose to know that it was them?"
"Didn't you stop and even look to the guys' who came out of the limo?" Sakura asked, eyeing Tenten. "But then again, seeing as it's you, I'm guessing you didn't."
Tenten grinned sheepishly. "Ah, you know me Sakura… I don't pay attention to those stuck up losers…"
"Hey! What did I tell you again? They're popular!" Sakura said.
"Well, to me, they're losers," Tenten said, grinning once again. "Anyone who's caught up in money and don't care about anything else is one."
Sakura rolled her eyes. "Tenten, when are you ever going to learn?"
Tenten grinned once again, pushing herself off her locker, with Sakura mimicking her. "When that forehead of yours swell down!"
Sakura stopped walking, directing a glare at her, "Tenten!!"
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"And that's how I got this scratch!" Tenten said, pointing to her arm.
Sakura laughed as she hit Tenten jokingly. "You and your stories. You know that that's never going to happen in real life, right?"
Tenten shrugged as she grinned. "Hey, might as well mix things up! Why is there need for a boring life?"
Sakura rolled her eyes. They both came to a stop, seeing that they had arrived at Sakura's homeroom. Tenten grinned at Sakura, as if saying, "Good Luck." Tenten turned on her heel, walking to her own homeroom, waving with a flick of her hand.
"Tell me how it goes!" Tenten shouted, turning her head a bit to see Sakura's smiling face.
Sakura nodded, waving bye, even though Tenten turned around already. She took a deep breath, sliding open the door, taking a cautious step inside the room.
After taking a look around the room, it was then she realized that no one else was there.
'I am in the right room… right?'
Sakura furrowed her brow before letting it go, and sitting in a random seat she picked in the front. She let her eyes wonder around the room, taking in its' white, bare walls and black board. There were two huge windows, towards her left, and the door was towards her right.
She took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a bit. 'I wonder how Tenten is doing…'
"Room 3A… Is this it?" Tenten questioned to herself when she stopped upon a door.
There was some noise inside, like laughter. She slid the door open a bit, poking her head in to see if it was her room. There was a guy in there—at least that was what Tenten could see. She was pretty sure that there was other guys—or girls—in the room.
The guy who had once been smirking—that, Tenten wasn't sure about—had now glared that the girl who intruded upon him and his friends.
"Eh… I'm guessing this isn't room 3A…" Tenten muttered, even though knowing that the guy would hear her.
They guy hardened his glare, raising his brow, as if saying, "Ya think?"
He dressed odd—well, maybe not so odd. His required white buttoned up shirt wasn't tucked in, his tie loose, as if it was just hanging around his neck. He wasn't wearing his blazer, for it was thrown over his chair, which Tenten saw that he was leaning back on. He had his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes still looking intense at Tenten, his glare hardening.
The whole room had quieted down. She wanted to beat the crap out of the guy, for some odd reason. It was the look that he was giving her—the look that seems as if he was better than everyone else.
Tenten glared back, but remembered her conversation with Sakura, and decided to not make anything big out of it.
"Ugh, fine," she said, giving the guy one last glare before turning on her heel, stomping off.
"Hey," the guy's voice was deep.
Tenten turned around, noticing that she didn't close the door yet. She walked back, glaring at him once again. "What?"
He didn't say anything but jerk his thumb in back of him. Tenten followed his direction with her eyes, only seeing the wall. She gave him a questioning look, but then soon understood. 'He's giving me the direction of 3A…'
Tenten grumbled a thanks, before sliding the door shut, and walking off to the room next to it. There, a sign stood out, with 3A written on it.
She slid the door open, walked to her seat, and sat down before looking at the room. It was like any other room—four walls, two windows, one board. Not much going on to observe.
There were a couple of guys in the room, obviously not paying to Tenten. Though, one of them did look up to see who walked in, but then continued to joke around with his group of guys. There were also three girls scattered around the room, not bothering to look at Tenten, or even talk to each other for that matter.
Minutes later, three more girls came in, two of them walking towards one girl, who finally started talking. The other one went to find a vacant seat, which she chose next to Tenten.
Getting a close up, Tenten could see that the girl had dark black hair, with some red streaks. She had black nail polish, which Tenten saw from the corner of her eye. She had an earring at the top of her ear, with two at the bottom of her ear. Tenten guessed that she must have some piercings in her other ear too.
The girl was wearing a black hat, pulled down, covering most of her face. Her uniform was like Tenten's—except there was some black ink here and there.
Tenten thought of asking what happened to her uniform, but decided against that immediately. She wouldn't want to make a fool of herself, now would she?
Just then, the door slid open with a loud noise, causing everyone to look up, even the goth girl. Tenten also looked up, to see the commotion.
What she saw, was beyond weird. Her mouth dropped open, and she was sure she saw the others did the same thing. 'Oh my god…'
"HELLO MY YOUTHFUL COMRADES!"
"Ne Sasuke-teme! Who was that??"
Sasuke sighed inaudibly. That was all Naruto asked him when they had started walking towards their homeroom. His encounter with the girl minutes ago had aroused a heated conversation with the guys' in that room.
"Dobe, how would I know?"
Despite their differences, something managed to work out between the fellow rivals, making them best friends. Uzumaki Naruto, with his spiky blonde hair, big blue eyes, whiskered cheeks—that the appearance of them had made many rumors—and upbeat attitude had become one of the most popular guys' around the school.
Uchiha Sasuke, with his cold demeanor, handsome face, biggest jock and terrifying eyes, had also made him one of the hottest guys around the school.
"I don't know… You seemed to know her!"
Sasuke inwardly sighed. Talking with this bumbling idiot would just create him more stress. He was practically the only one who bombarded him with questions, even though the other two seemed curious themselves.
Naruto even made a joke that he would even date her. Of course, that earned a hard smack from Sasuke, who flat out told Naruto that he didn't date older girls. Doing that, Shikamaru had said something about Risu, who was two years older than him, whom he had dated a year ago.
"How the hell would it seem that I would know her?"
They had arrived upon their homeroom. Naruto didn't answer, as he slid the door open. Not that he could, with almost the whole female population swarming over them as they stepped into the classroom.
Normally Sasuke would've gone to school earlier, getting to the room without the whole female portion of the school all over him and his friends when they got to school.
Naruto seemed to be enjoying the attention—he always did. He was the only one out of their group to actually grin and make physical contact with the girls. He thought nothing of it, but the girls whom he had touched had thought that he actually liked them. Once, one of them even jumped him when he was grinning at her.
Sasuke closed his eyes, wishing that everyone would just go away and leave him alone. But sadly, something like that would never happen.
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"SASUKE-KUN!!"
"NARUTO-KUN!!!"
Sakura looked up, yawning a bit. She had taken a nap since she was a few minutes early, and hadn't realized that almost the whole class was there already.
When she regained her senses, she realized that Sasuke and Naruto had walked into the classroom, which had probably caused almost all the girls to jump them. Sakura rubbed her eye, a bit grumpy that they woke her up.
"SASUKE-KUN!!"
"NARUTO-KUN!!!"
Again, the horrifying shrieks of the girls caused Sakura to bolt out of her seat, resulting her falling onto the floor, taking her desk down with her, along with the chairs surrounding her.
Luckily, since the girls' shrieks were louder than Sakura's fall, no one noticed. That is, except for the guys' that were grumbling and cursing that they were in the same class with Uchiha and Uzumaki.
As soon as they saw Sakura fall, they started laughing. Obviously they were enjoying something to take their mind off being in the same class as the two.
Sakura stood up quickly, her face beet red. She quickly straightened the desks that were down, trying to make it seem like nothing happened. The girls quieted down, seeing as though the guys' laughter was louder than them. They noticed Sakura, who was still a bit red, and glared at her.
'This is so embarrassing…' Sakura thought, sitting back down in her chair, slumping down.
'Breathe in… Breathe out… Breathe in… Breathe out…'
Tenten could feel herself inwardly twitch, looking at the guy's brows. He came in, grinning brightly, sitting in a random seat, two seats in front of Tenten.
"Idiot…" She could hear the girl beside her mutter.
The guy who had just came in—truth was, he wasn't that bad. It was the eyes and the hair… and the eyebrows. But other than that, he was a regular guy.
His eyebrows were somewhat… large, and so were his eyes. His hair made it seemed like he had a haircut with a bowl over his head. He didn't have the required dark blue pants that the 3rd years were suppose to wear, but instead, he wore dark green pants.
The rules are simple: 1st years have the color pink—not that the guys' have to wear dark pink pants. Instead, the guys wear black pants. 2nd years have the color yellow. The same concept with the 1st years for the guys. 3rd years have blue, but different from the 1st and 2nd years, the guys have to wear navy blue pants. 4th years have green, making the guys wear dark green pants. Throughout the whole school, their ties have to have their year color. The principal ordered for this, wanting to separate each grade level, so that students can tell which grade other students would be in.
Sakura had told her straight out, that it was probably because, "Since the principal's drunk all the time, she can rarely tell which student is in which year."
But there was the guy, wearing 4th year pants. No one seemed to care in this school, if one wore bright yellow tights to the school, anyways.
Ignoring the fact that the guy's hair was practically gleaming in the light, Tenten focused her attention to the students in the room.
Most of the class was filled up by now. The students had already continued their conversations, ignoring that the sudden greeting never happened.
"This is so not fair!! Why isn't Neji-kun in this class?! I was so sure that he would be here!" A girl to the other side of Tenten pouted.
"Don't worry about it! Even if he's not in this class, we can still see him in the hallways!" Another girl to the front of the other girl giggled. "And we can see him swim!"
She sighed dreamily, wondering about God-knows-what. Tenten scrunched her face, thinking hard. 'Neji? Where have I heard that before?'
"Yeah!! God he looks so hot without his shirt…" The other girl also sighed dreamily.
'Oh that's right!! Back in the room, with that glaring guy! I heard his name out the door!' Tenten grinned triumphantly.
"I wonder what he looks like without his shorts!!" The second girl squealed.
Tenten closed her eyes shut, forcing the mental picture of a naked guy out of her thoughts. The gothic girl beside her noticed this, and smirked. She then looked at her watch, getting up.
Tenten felt her movement, and reopened her eyes. "Where are you going?"
The girl turned to face Tenten. "The bell's gonna ring," and with that, the bell rung. "See ya." She turned back around, walking out the door.
The other girls who were talking beside her had already left, seeming eager to get to their next class. She stood, dazed in the middle of the classroom, while the last student walked out, giving her an odd look.
Realizing something, she snapped out of her thoughts. "Crap! I'm late!!"
Well? Is it any good? It was actually inspired by my friend... x) Please tell me what you guys think. The plot is gonna start at the next or third chapter. This one is just an introduction for the characters—but not all the characters. The rest of the characters will be introduced along the way.
I hope you guys like it (: It's all up to you guys if I continue or not.
Since this was a sucky-ish chapter, here's a preview of the next one:
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The blonde shook her finger at Tenten's face, much like what Sakura used to do. She was shaking her head at her, with her eyes closed. "That's not the point."
"Really?" Tenten asked sourly. "Well, it seems pretty dumb, and those fan girls should really stop giving them cookies or candies or whatever hell they give them. It's not like they eat it anyways."
"Well, Naruto eats them," Sakura piped up.
"And only him, Sakura," Tenten said.
"Like I said, it's not the point," Ino sang. She pushed herself off the pole, walking towards the swing.
"Then do tell, what is the point?" Tenten asked.
Sakura snorted, cutting into Ino's response. "For all we know, they might be playing a game."
Ino was about to scold Sakura for interrupting her, but then she grinned widely as she pushed herself off the ground. She swung up high on the swing before answering. "Precisely," she yelled, as she got higher and higher.
Sakura started swinging too, but not as high as Ino. Tenten was the only one on the bench, taking a drink from her water bottle. "Oh really?"
"Yeah!" Ino's voice rang high from her place in the air.
"Do tell more," Tenten said sarcastically.
"It's like this," Ino started to slow down; "each girl gives one of the guys cookies or candies, or their little notes. Then, seeing as at least they would have to accept one of their letters sooner or later, they wait. But time has obviously past since that, so it just became a game," with that, Ino jumped off the swing, joining Tenten on the bench.
"So… it's just a game for them, but no one loses?" Sakura questioned, still swinging herself slowly.
"Something like that," Ino said, picking up the sandwich she had abandoned before and biting into it.
"But yet no one wins," Tenten said, chewing on a cookie.
"Again, something like that," Ino said. "You see, it's like a game where everyone can play. Where a person loses, and they can just restart, playing again. No one wins, which is good to hear for the girls, meaning to them, that their prizes aren't taken yet," explained Ino.
"That's one sick game," Tenten commented.
"Not so sick," Ino said, shrugging. "I've tried it."
"And?" Sakura asked, impressed that Ino tried it out.
"She got turned down like the others, duh Sakura," Tenten said, rolling her eyes.
"You didn't have to be so blunt," Ino said dryly.
Tenten grinned. "Well, it was just common sense. If you were with the guy you gave your note to, then wouldn't you be with that guy right now?"
Ino sighed. "True, true."
"Hey Ino," Sakura said, getting off the swing. "Who was that guy, anyways?"
Ino blushed. "It was a year ago. I was just a first year… And I just wanted to try out that so called game," she rolled her eyes.
"Who was it?" Sakura repeated, ignoring everything that Ino had just said before.
"Nara Shikamaru…" Ino grumbled, blushing once again. "Anyways, it's not like it matters. I don't even like him."
Tenten rolled her eyes while Sakura scoffed. "I'll believe that," Sakura said sarcastically.
"Hey," Tenten said with a grin, "sarcasm is my thing."
Sakura laughed as she sat on the other side of Tenten. Ino let out a relieved sigh that they didn't push any further on why she gave the note to Shikamaru.
"So why do the girls still play if they know the guys won't accept it?" Sakura asked.
"Oh, you know. Girls have determination, and pride. They just don't want to lose their prizes to others."
"Prizes?" Tenten said with distaste. "You make them sound like they're things."
"Well get used to it," Ino said. "Here at Blaze Foliage High, things are different. It's totally stereo-typed, and things can get ugly if you don't watch your back."
"Tell me again why the girls continue to compete?" Sakura asked.
"They play it like a game. If… let's say Sasuke, eats one of the cookies, and read the letter," Ino paused, clearly liking the attention from the two, "they win."
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