Detention with the Akatsuki by LittleMissHippie

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.


This was just fabulous.

Here I was, stuck in detention because of stupid Sasuke, and the Akatsuki walk in. I mean, any other day I would admire the hotness that is the Akatsuki but today… Not going to happen.

First of all, I was so not in the mood. Second of all, I had boyfriend problems to worry about. Gaara and I had been happily dating since all the secret admirer business last semester—until now. We were still dating—of course!—just… not so happily.

I was beginning to learn about Gaara's… jealousy issues. Not to mention his possessiveness. Add them together and you get Lee's new broken arm, Kiba and almost every other guy in school not talking to me anymore because of death threats that were issued to them, and a very smug Sasuke.

So who could blame me for finally snapping when Sasuke had the nerve to say, "I told you so," in class today? I punched him in the face. He freakin' deserved it!

Apparently, Iruka-sensei had a problem with my response. He'd told me to report to detention after school—and apologize to Sasuke, but that was so not happening. I'd begged and pleaded with Iruka-sensei but in the end I still had to report to detention.

"It's not like I have a social life or anything, right, Iruka-sensei?" I complained to myself as I sat in detention. "I have all the time in the world to hang out in detention."

"I'm sure a pretty girl like you does have a social life, yeah," someone said behind me.

"I'm sure she does," another voice agreed. "But it's good to know she has time to hang out with delinquents like us in detention."

"Sakura." I recognized the voice as Itachi's and I finally turned to face the Akatsuki. "What are you doing here?"

I was sure he already knew why—Itachi always knew everything, sort of like Ino—but I decided to tell him anyway. "I sort of punched Sasuke in the face."

"Way to go, yeah!" the blond one—Deidara, I remembered his name was—said.

"Yeah," Kisame agreed. "Itachi's brother can get pretty annoying. It's good to know girls like you are putting him in his place."

"Annoying?" asked Hidan. "More like he's a freaking asshole."

While they were having their side conversation, I was watching Itachi. I really hope he's not angry about me punching Sasuke… Angry Itachi is a Scary Itachi.

Itachi nodded, accepting my reason. "What did he do?"

I felt myself turning a shade of red. "He… uh…"

"Does it really freaking matter? He's an asshole!" Hidan exclaimed before I had a chance to finish talking.

"That's true," the red-head near the door finally spoke up. I recognized him as a distant relative of Gaara's—Sasori. "But he must have done something pretty bad. Why else would Sakura have punched him?"

I laughed nervously. "Yeah, uh… about that… he—"

"Quiet!"

I happily directed my attention towards the owner of the voice that had interrupted me. Oh, crap. It's Anko.

"You guys are all in detention for a reason, right?" she continued. "So go sit down and think about why you're here or something. I don't care. Just be quiet."

"And what happens if we aren't quiet?" Hidan asked. "Why should I even freaking listen to you anyway?"

Anko smiled and I cringed in fear. "Oh, I can think of a few reasons…" She twirled something in her hand, and it glinted in the light.

I looked at her with a mix of disbelief and fear. Where did that knife even come from?

"Any other questions?" Anko asked. "No? Good. Now be quiet. And if any of you even think about doing something other than sitting here… well, let's just say you've been warned."

I decided I didn't want to risk my life by disobeying Anko, so I put my head on my desk and closed my eyes. I think I'll just take a little nap…


When I woke up, everyone was gone.

"Where'd everyone go?" I mumbled while rubbing my eyes.

Suddenly, Ino leaned into the classroom as she looked around. "Forehead! There you are!" she exclaimed when she saw me. She walked over to me and then asked, "What are you even doing here, anyway? Detention's been over for like fifteen minutes."

"I fell asleep," I answered. "And apparently no one bothered to wake me up."

Ino-pig laughed at me. "Oh yeah!" she suddenly exclaimed. "While I remember… Anko wanted me to remind you that she'll be seeing you in detention indefinitely until Iruka-sensei says otherwise." She laughed at me again. "Sucks to be you, huh?"

"What?" I shouted. "Indefinitely? That's not fair!"

"Forehead, you punched Sasu-cakes in the face. You should be happy you didn't get suspended," she reminded me. "But anyway, let's get out of here. Being in the school after two o'clock is weird, and it's already 3:30."

"Yeah, okay." I grabbed my bag and started heading towards the door. "Wait! I need to grab a book from my locker. It'll take five seconds."

"Fine, fine," Ino-pig said. "But hurry up, will you?"

"Whatever, Pig-chan," I responded and started heading to my locker. When I reached it, I spun the lock and opened my locker. I reached in to grab my book but instead my hand hit a box of… chocolates?

The box looked extremely familiar—and I was trying to remember where I'd seen them before. I took the box out of my locker and looked at the front closely. When I finally remembered, I smiled. This is just like the box of chocolates I tripped over last semester! They were the first gift from my secret admirer! Aw, Gaara is so sweet!

"C'mon, Forehead, what's taking so—oh my God, where did those chocolates come from?" Ino-pig rushed forward and grabbed the box from my hands. A piece of paper fell to the floor and I reached down to pick it up but Ino-pig beat me to it.

"Are these from Gaara? Ooh, did he leave a note? You have such asweet boyfriend, Forehead. I am so jealous!"

"Yeah, I know," I replied with a smile. Alright, so maybe I could look past Gaara's jealousy issues. I just had to remember his sweet side—

"Oh my god!" Ino-pig exclaimed. "I can't believe this!"

I looked at her in confusion. "What's wrong? What did the note say?" A terrible thought occurred to me. "It's not a break-up note, is it?" When Ino-pig didn't respond, I continued. "Oh, he is so dead! No one breaks up with me via a stupid note—"

"Forehead, you have another secret admirer!"

I paused my rant. "What?"

"This isn't fair!" Ino-pig complained. "Why do you get to have all the secret admirers? First Gaara, and now… this guy! You freakin' suck, Forehead!"

"Shut up, Pig! Let me read the note." I grabbed the note from her hands and read its contents. When I got towards the end, I stared. "'Sincerely, Your Secret Admirer. P.S. If you're wondering who could be your secret admirer, I'll tell you this: I'm not afraid of your boyfriend, and neither is the rest of the Akatsuki.'"

"I am so jealous right now, Forehead," Ino-pig said. "Like you have no idea."

"…neither is the rest of the Akatsuki? Does that mean—" I started to ask before Ino-pig cut me off.

"Yes, Forehead, your new secret admirer is in the freakin' Akatsuki." Ino sighed dramatically. "I hate you, I really do."

I was still trying to figure out how I could have another secret admirer when Ino-pig opened her mouth again. "Well, you know what this means, don't you?"

I looked at her strangely. "Uh, no?"

"Time to make another List!"


Here it is! The first chapter of the sequel to The List. Expect fairly frequent updates. I'm out of school now, so I don't have to focus on academics at the moment. Which means more time for writing! So anyway, please review! Tell me who you're hoping is her secret admirer, I'd love to here what you guys want.

Until next time,

LittleMissHippie