Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Sakuras Way ❯ Strange and MYsterious secoret ( Chapter 1 )

Sakura's Way

By- Kyrahai

Chapter 1- Strange and mysterious secrete

Disclaimer- I do not own DBZ okay. So don't sue me. I don't have any money to speak of. Just 5$ and that's it. So if you want to sue me… alls you're getting is 5$.

This one is truly unique in the fact that I, Kyrahai, did not have the slightest clue as to what's going to happen in the end or, as a manner of speaking, at all. SSSSSSSSSSoooooooooooooooo yah… Okay here the low down-

1 I am changing the name of the character Sakura. She now named Taanipu. Great name huh?

2 the title lives on and… Sakuras way is the name of a street. That is all you'd get from me kiddies. Wahoo Wahoo wagadoo wagadoo…

3 There is an entirely different plot. I will have to thank my sister for giving me this wonderful idea. She is such a… well maybe not that but she does give me ideas now right? People work with me here, speak to me baby speak. Nothing. Oh well enjoy and review are very happy thing you all know…

It was the first day of High School. I had never been much of morning person, more of night owl like my Okaasan had been. This resulted in my staying up till 12:00 the night before the first day of school. Real intelligent on my part, and now I was feeling the side effects of my rather bad choice. And to make things even worse I had no idea where to go because it was my first year at the newly remodeled high school, Andrew Carnegie High School. I hopelessly headed down the noisy, crowded hallways and silently thanked myself for coming to school early and finally found my way to the office where I hoped to get some information on where I was suppose to go. When I got there the lady at the desk smiled sweetly at me and gave me a map of the school and my class schedule, which I had misplaced. I walked out of the office and into the hallways, now very confident of where I was suppose to go, and the greatest thing about it was is that I knew what all my classes. My first semester schedule looked a little like this.

1.English 9

2.Speech

3. US History( Advanced)

4. Art III

5.Lunch

6.Algebra II

7.Libury aide

8. Concert Choir

I had taken summer school to get rid of Earth Science and was glad that I had because I had nothing to do when I was at home from summer school. My Otousan had suggested that I take piano lessons because we had this baby grand piano in our frount hallway at home. I turned him down at first but then consented. My Okaasan had played that piano every night before I had gone to sleep and just looking at it reminded me of her. Looking at it was one thing, playing it was a whole another deal but none the less I practiced it faithfully every day and made beautiful music on it. When I got into the English classroom I looked around to see if I knew anyone there. There was Jayson, I had gone to middle school with him and Eric a genius whom I had had in my history class last year but none really that I could sit down and have a decent conversation with. The bell rang saying, in a sense that we should get in our seats and be quiet. A few people did that but since it was the first day of school and none of us had really worked off that summer vacation excitement a majority of the class stayed standing and talking to one another. The teacher, whose name was Mr. Melleria, calmly told us, though in a slightly raised voice so my noisy and fairy obnoxious classmates could hear him, to get in a seat and be quiet so we could all hear what he had to say to us. I listened passively as the English he explained everything to us but somehow found that I couldn't concentrate at all that day. Maybe it was because today was the day my Okaasan, Deirdre, had died of a mysterious illness. And the strange thing was is that, the week before she had been fine, in fact the day before she had taken me to the Zoo and to the mall to go shopping. Next morning, boom, there she was lying on the bed dead. Just like that. And the doctors claimed that they had found no trace of poisonings of any kind but I had always thought that they had lied to my Otousan and me. But no matter how much I cried it would never bring her back to me. Out of nowhere it seemed the bell rang and class was over. The rest of my class periods passed without any major event except for the fact that; Jayson was in not only my English class but in my Speech class as well. The reason this fact was so interesting? I had to sit next to him in both classes. Anything else? Not really. Just one of the pointless facts of life that only I can notice.

Lunch, like in every Junior High or High School is the most important period of the day by far. Secrets are revealed at this time of day. Friendships broken and renewed all in one 60-minuet period of time. Now to understand anything at my school, Carnegie High School, grades 9-12, you had to know the caste system. Now we all know that in every Middle school and High school there is a caste system. Ours went a little like this- at the top of the heap were the Jocks, Cheerleaders, Golden Girls ECT... Second came the preppies and the very attractive and friendly smart people, and the only reason that they were included in this group is because the only reason that the preppies gave any notice to them is to copy their homework and get help an upcoming tests. Third came the Skaters who were also very popular because of their talent to ride a small piece of wood, metal and plastic. Fourth came the computer geeks and the not nice or beautiful smart people they didn't get much attention except by the teachers who thought that they were just the best thing that had ever happened to this planet it seemed like. Fifth came the Gothic's and Ravers, who would dye their hair various shades of green and pink, who were just a quiet spiky people, as my neighbor boy had explained to me, who liked to have fun. And then last but not least came the outcasts. The people that really didn't quite fit in anywhere else it seemed like and they were mostly ignored by the other castes. This is the group that I belonged to. I had friends in almost every one of the 6 castes but they never were really my friends, if you know what I mean.

At lunch everyone had their assigned tables that they would sit in every day. On the first day of school everyone would pick out the table that they would sit in for the rest of the year. The seniors would get their picks first than the juniors than the sophomores and then, last but not least, the freshmen. This whole process would take the equivalent of about five minuets or so. I walked through the crowds of people. The lunch lines seemed to be endless they were so long that day. I decided not to buy lunch but to instead go out and buy something. There was a pretty good place to go get something to eat nearby and I liked to go there every once in a while to get some decent food rather than getting the junk that they serve here and call it food. I walked over to the table that Shane sat at but before I could get there I ran headlong into one of the Gothic's that just happened to be a very good friend of mine. He had gone to the same middle school that I had gone to in 6th through 8th grade. I knew who he was, everyone did it seemed like. His name was Jayson Netto (pronounced Ne-ddo). He wore that all black thing and had about five inch brown bangs that he would dye black every now and then. He would also paint his fingernails black too sometimes, though when I passed him in the hallways I could tell that he hadn't done so in a long time since the polish was very much chipped away.

"Get out of my way Taanipu." Jayson demanded roughly. It was bad enough that school had started. He hated going to school and this new one that he was going to was even worse than their Middle school had been. He had considered blowing the last one up but had decided not to. Depending on how things went here he decided that over the summer that he would blow this one up. Jayson had known Taanipu since the 6th grade and they had become pretty good friends except that Taanipu had a slight tendency to sort of fade away when people failed to notice her. Strange as she was, she had been able to call him a friend without even knowing him. But because of some slight issues that he had in his life it had taken him over 2 years to accept her as his friend. And he still couldn't figure her out. For one thing- what was with that crazy name of hers? When people asked where in the hell did your parents get that name they gave you she beat then up. He thought it best not to ask where the name came from.

"Jayson hey old friend what's up? Long time no see." I greated my old friend warmly. My father had never really liked Jayson but because of my inability to make friend he ignored the fact that Jayson was who he was and put up with his presence when he was over at our house. Jayson was a very interesting person and I had put aside our differences when I first met him and had looked at the good inside of him like for example-his ability to write, his wide vocabulary, his very unique way of looking at the world. He was a good loyal friend and I had missed him greatly over the summer vacation when I had been sent to Harvard for this summer school thing. It had been my dad's idea, not mine. When I was there I was unable to contact Jayson because I lost his number and then, to make things worse, he changed his e-mail address and then I didn't have time to find his new one because I was so loaded down with all this homework. It wasn't that it was hard it was just time consuming. I hoped that he wasn't to mad at me.

"Why didn't you call me all summer Taanipu? I thought that we were good friends that got together and did stuff." He calmly demanded from her. She had promised to call him over the summer like she always did but, she never did. He pretended to angry and offended with her so she would feel guilty for it and try to explain why she didn't call him like she promised. She always came up with the funniest excuses for when she didn't do something.

"Woe Jayson the reason that I didn't call you I that I got sent over to Harvard this suumer for summer school and when I got there I discovered that I forgot to bring your number. I called my dad but he that he had thrown it away and, Mr. Jayson Netto you changed your e-mail and by the time I found you new one I was so engrossed in homework that I didn't have time to goof off. Then I got sent to my Aunt Amy house for two weeks and by the time I got home I just figured that I could see you at school. Because Jayson I could never find you online. Forgive me? I make you some Chocolate Chip and Peanut butter cookies if you do." I replied nervously. Not many people would believe me that I had gone to Harvard at my age. I hoped that Jayson would forgive and, maybe by some miracle, believe that I had gone to Harvard over the summer. I doubted it though.

"Taanipu…Harvard? Okay that has got to be the all time biggest lie I've heard before but I got to admit, its pretty good for you Taanipu. Okay I forgive you. Wanna come sit with us Goths or have you gone preppie going to Harvard and all?" He joked. Taanipu would never say she was too good to sit with them. For a while she had sat with Shane and then he had came up to her one day at lunch and asked her to come and sit with him and his friends.

" Sure it'll probably be better than sitting with Shane anyway." She hated with Shane with a passion and the only reason that she sat with him at lunch was because she wanted Shawn's, another one of her fellow outcasts, chips. Sitting with The Goths would be better by far than sitting with the biggest assholes in Andrew Carnegie High School. He led me over to the table where all of his friends sat. Introduced me and then well life went on. The bell rang and we were all dismissed to our classes. Jayson was in two more of my classes Library and Choir. He told me that he had been forced to take it, which I thought was very funny. He didn't seem to share my opinion on this matter. The final bell of the day and I took a moment to reflect on how much importance the clock plays in our lives. We are almost ruled by it, a simple machine made of plastic and metal sometimes wood or rubber, practically. Is there ever a day when anyone doesn't look at one or ask what time it is? I stood up said goodbye to my old friend and walked out of this prison that they called Andrew Carnegie High School.

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I had ridden my bike to school that day, for some strange reason I had no desire to get my drivers license, I just preferred to ride my piece o' crap Bicycle everywhere I went. My Otousan thought that it was a little weird that I insisted upon ridding, of all things that aren't a car, a bicycle. I though didn't care what he thought at all. I liked the fell of the wind brushing up against my face, playing my long midnight black spiky hair in every which way. I could almost fly sometimes it seemed like to me. You couldn't get that feeling shut up inside in a car, you didn't get the same rush that you feel when you're riding a bicycle down a busy intersection where the cars are jammed together and you can just ride in-between them, if you know what you're doing, and get from point A to point B way before they even start moving. People said I was crazy to do this little stunt on my bike but I didn't listen though. I would be cocky to the end and when I finally ended up breaking my arm I would try and be more careful. Now the keyword in this sentence is trying not doing. My Otousan said that I was like my Okaasan in a lot of ways my figure, attitude, temper that even he was afraid of, that "stupid car thing". My Okaasan and me shared a lot of secretes together but, even though I had known her better than Otousan had, she had always kept something from me. Never once did my Okaasan show the slightest bit of affection to my Otousan. They never kissed never hugged and never, ever had sex. She had even told me the day before she died that-

" I can never truly love that Otoko that you insist upon calling your Otousan. He isn't mine, my own, my only true love. I have betrayed the one I love the most by letting him near me but he forgives me for doing what I did, I love him so much unlike that Otoko I live with now. You my child will see him someday. It is the only thing I have to give you that's truly mine and not that mans, is my legacy."

The relationship between those two was very mysterious to most people, including me. It didn't make any logical sense to me why she had married my Otousan if she hadn't even loved him the least little bit. But, I had asked my Otousan this question several times before and he always had managed to come up with the exact same answer every time I asked him-

" Don't ask me, your Okaasan was one of the strangest people I ever knew. She let me into her bed twice and that was it. Once on our wedding night and once to create you. And every time I'd ask her she would say no and if I truly loved her I would wait until she was ready to do it. She would bite me if I tried to play around with her to try and change her mind maybe. It never worked though, she could pack a pretty good punch though and she was really accurate to. Right in the place where it hurts most for a guy, the balls."

Knowing my Okaasan this sounded like a perfectly reasonable exsplanation for their quite messed up relationship ( okay so the word is very messed up relationship). I guess sometimes, though not very often, you can be attacted to someone by their oddities. This being the case with my parents and thier once messed up marriage.

When I got to my house I found it to be completely deserted. I was used to this of coarse, my Otousan being a docter and all. But he usuall told me when he was going to be gone and would post his schedule on the refrigerator for me to see. But when I cheack it, it said that he was suppose to be home. * Where in the world is this guy? Why isn't that stupid otoko home. He better haven't gone out somewhere without me* It was then that I saw the note on the refridgerator.

Dear Sakura,

Ojiisan-chan fell down today and is in the hospital so I went in to help him out and to be with your Obaasan-chan. Do not worry I will tell you all the gory details when I get home later on tonight. There is money on the counter. Buy some pizza or some chinese, do your homework, and please do not blow up the house. 30min on the Internet is all you get, okay. I will be home soon as possible. I will call you if I can't be there before night fall. ANSWER THE PHONE TAANIPU!

Love always,

Otousan

"Great. Oh, yah sure everything is going to be okay. That is what he always says and its not. He said it would be okay when Okaasan died. Yah sure Otousan I believe you! Leave me out and keep me in the dark just as you always do! I hate you sometimes! You don't understand. You weren't a freak show when you were my age. Oh sure your Okaasan had one to so don't feel bad it just makes you unique Taanipu. Damn the world why was I born different? Kami why? I stormed out of the kitchen and went down into my room and slammed the door.

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