Hiya! It is me again! Symphie! Yes. Anyways, I am writing an AU fic this time. Haha! This is my first one, anyways. Ah, well. This shall be the usual high school fanfiction with the same cheesy bands, hot guys and slutty girls. You know the usual. But, this fanfiction will not revolve around the sun, or SasuSaku. It will revolve around NEJITEN! AHA! Anyways. I don't know own Naruto, and unfortunately, I never will, and just for the record – I won't be writing this in every chapter so read it now. I don't own any of the songs that I will be using in this fanfiction. Unless, I cook something up with my lame rhyming skills.
Here goes somethin', more like nothin' but screw that!
We All Wanna Be Big Rock Stars
Crap. Oh, crap. Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap.
"HOLY SHIT!" A voice shrieked as the alarm clock shattered against the wall and landed on the floor in exactly a million pieces of broken plastic, wires and little knobby thingies that make the clock work. The destroyer of the clock was sitting up in her bed, her shoulder length hair messed up on top of her head, and her large brown eyes wider than basketballs. No, the destroyer of the clock wasn't a morning person. She never was a morning person, and never will be.
Tenten blinked repeatedly before her eyes actually adjusted to her surroundings – her apartment. Strange. She didn't remember being in her apartment at all. She didn't remember falling asleep. Hell, she didn't even remember going to bed all.
"Huh?" She hummed childishly, and blinked her large brown eyes once again. The destroyer of the clock was still asleep… her mind's eye was closed at least, and her mind was snoring soundly within her head. Tenten glanced around for the alarm clock to check the time, only to find it broken and shattered against the wall, in exactly a million pieces, but she didn't bother to count. If she really had broken her alarm clock, with her precise aim and power, it would have definitely shattered in a exactly a million pieces, all the same size and shape.
Instead, the destroyer of the clock glanced out the window. It was still dark, so she guessed around 5 a.m.
"Good to know," She muttered to herself, scowling deeply at the black heavens outside. She had finally awoken, and when she does wake up, there is no use going back to sleep. Anyways, she had practice at six, at that place, and she had to get ready, and be on time – for once.
With a deep sigh, Tenten got out of bed, and stalked towards the bathroom heavily, and quickly took a shower, brushed her teeth, brushed her hair into the usual hair-do – two buns on top of her head, making her look like a panda.
She got dressed into a pair of straight black jeans, baggy on her slim legs and hips, and a casual gray sweat shirt on top of a casual white t-shirt. If it wasn't for her hair, Tenten could easily be mistaken for a guy. Some people did. They just thought that this boy had really long hair.
"Whatever," She would just mutter to them, shrugging, and blinking her large brown eyes, sort of boyishly, but whatever.
Tenten stepped out of her tiny apartment, locked the door, and with a sigh, trotted down the stairs leading to the street. Once out in the fresh, open air, the young brunette breathed in deeply, and pasted a smile onto her face. She practically raced down the streets, turning corners with extraordinary speed, sometimes running on the same spot for more than couple of seconds before being nothing but a line of dust on the side walk.
All the while, she kept that same smile on her lips, her big brown eyes shining. It was still dark outside, and the moon was only starting to set, and first shades of dawn colored the sky in a slightly lighter navy blue. The stars were starting to fade, and the streets were empty of any, but our one and only – Tenten. Well, of course, she was on the track-and-field team, and their team never lost, because Tenten was always the first one to run over the finish line. Always. She never failed. Well, she had practice today, that's why she was nothing but a blur to that kid who was starting out the window and that cat who didn't even care enough to turn and look – or even blink.
The only reason she was speeding down the street was – not practice – but that white-eyed individual who made her skin crawl. And the only reason that white-eyed individual made her skin was because he'd kick her ass if she was late. The last she was late, she got an earful of swears and curse, and she was practically deaf for a week, not to mention mentally nervous every time that one white-eyed individual was around. But, he was around every single day.
They went to the same damn school, they were in the same damn clubs – including track-and-field, and she was never able to outrun that one white-eyed individual – they were in the same damn band.
Yes, band. A band like the infamous Rolling Stones, and the Beatles or whatever. Idiot. Why did that one white-eyed individual have to be there every single second of her life? The only peace Tenten ever got was when she left school to head home, and only then did their paths not cross. He lived on the other side of town, thank the Lord for that.
Tenten entered the building as quickly and silently as she could, but she managed to make such a ruckus, that she wouldn't have been surprised if she woke up the whole street, including everyone on the side of Japan. You see, she was dead clumsy, which isn't a surprise. Not every girl that is mistaken for a boy was a perfectionist. Tenten was quite the opposite, actually. Her apartment was a mess. Not a mess, like your room sort of mess, but a huge mess. There wasn't a spot on the floor, walls or even the bathtub, that was clean. Thank goodness she flushed the toilet, but that's about it. Her closet was not only stuffed with clothes, but it was overflowing! Her toothbrush was lying somewhere in the bathtub, and the toothpaste was sticking out of the sink like a plug. That's why she never let anyone in her apartment, not even her own parents.
The girl tumbled into the room where that one white-eyed individual was sitting alone on the stage, plucking a senseless tune on his guitar. He didn't look up as Tenten tripped over a stool that somehow found it's way to the front of the door, or when she banged her head on the wall. Instead, her put down his guitar, closed his pearly white eyes, and crossed his arms over his chest. He waited until the noise had stopped completely, which either meant that Tenten passed out, or was sitting beside him on the stage.
"Hey, Neji." Her voice was breathless – from running, he could tell.
"Hello, Tenten." He replied coolly, finally opening his eyes to look at the one member of the band. "How's your day so far?"
"Horrible." Tenten shrugged, smiling. "As always. You know, I'm not really a morning person."
"Need another alarm clock?" The look on her face was priceless. Not that he was psychic or anything, but he knew she broke her alarm clock. It happens everyday, and everyday she tells him this, because everyday she is the second person to arrive to the room, right after him. She gaped in astonishment at him.
"How did you know?" Her voice was just above a small whisper.
"You tell me everyday. What, you got short-term memory loss, or something?" She glared.
"I told you, I'm not a morning person!"
Neji smirked, and eyed the girl fuming girl playfully.
"I know." He said, picking up his guitar, and playing another senseless tune, his fingers dancing over the strings – obviously, half-assedly. Tenten watched him with an accusing eye, and winced when Neji hit a poorly selected note. She listened to him play a little while longer, flinching every time he got off key, until she finally couldn't take any longer. Tenten ripped the guitar out of Neji's hands, glared at his surprised expression, and jumped to her feet quickly. She walked towards center stage, turned around and faced her audience confidently, her face determined.
"What're you gonna play?" Neji asked, looking up at her with a what-the-hell-do-you-think-you're-doing look.
"The song that you were going to solo at the concert." She grumbled, as she skimmed over the guitar's notes with her fingers, tuning one or the other.
"You don't know how to play guitar!"
"Who said?"
"I did!"
"Oh, and like I'm going to do what you say? You're not the almighty, power Hyuuga Neji I know from high school. And just because you've been in the band longer, doesn't mean I'm going to listen to you. God, Hyuuga, and they call you a genius."
Neji scowled at this. Even if he didn't want to admit, she was right. She was actually the only girl he didn't have power over. Back in high school, he could get any girl he wanted, but… never mind that. The Hyuuga shook his head at this own thoughts. He glared at Tenten who was now plucking the perfect notes for the song, keeping the right rhythm – tapping her foot while doing so.
"I'm through with standin' in line to clubs I'll never get in," Tenten sang, glancing at Neji, smirking smugly. "It's like the bottom of the ninth, and I'm never gonna win. This life hasn't turned out quite the way I want it to be."
Neji kept his face neutral, and just stared as Tenten started to pace around the stage, her feet tapping the tempo on the wooden floor.
"I want a brand new house on an episode of Cribs, and a bathroom I can play baseball in, and a king size tub big enough for ten plus me." Tenten had the most triumphant smile he had ever seen her have, and Neji had the feeling that she stole his lyrics sheet, and studied it until she knew it perfectly. He already knew her answer. 'Maybe I did, maybe I didn't.'
"I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame," The girl's voice rang out clearly throughout the 'auditorium', if you could call it that. The place was pretty small, but stage was taking up more than half of it, so… the stage itself was pretty big. Her large brown eyes narrowed at Neji's still unchanged expression, but she continued nonetheless. "I'll even cut my hair and change my name…" Suddenly, Tenten threw the guitar at Neji, and said instrument landed square on the Hyuuga's lap. "Catch." She said, quite a bit too late, since the one white-eyed individual was already leaping onto the stage, and placing the guitar into its position across his chest.
"You skipped two verses," He grumbled softly, glaring at Tenten accusingly, though he inwardly proud of her being able to actually play the right tune, and sing along without a single flaw.
"I wanted you to join in," She replied mischievously, smirking in a very boyish way.
Neji smirked right back, and slid his fingers across the 'stomach' of the instrument, while the fingers of his other hand danced across the neck in various cords.
"And we all just wanna be big rock stars, and live in hilltop houses, driving fifteen cars," Tenten went on singing, while Neji hummed along quietly, but he joined in the chorus – the second sentence of it, that is. "The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap, we'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat." By this time, another voice joined the pair as a young, attractive, black-haired man jumped onto the stage, and casually sung along, since he as well, knew the lyrics too well.
It was him who stole Neji's lyrics sheet first, and with only a glance, memorized the whole thing – which isn't actually true, he was a genius, but even a genius wouldn't be able to do something that… strange. And then, another two voices leaped into action as two more boys entered the small stage area – one, and overly energetic, hyper-active, blue-eyed blonde – the other, a lazy, brown-haired, spiky-pony tailed teen, who didn't even care enough to hum along half-assedly. He just stared out the only window, where the darkness was still overflowing the sleeping streets.
"And we'll hang out in the coolest bars in the VIP with the movie stars. Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there, every Playboy Bunny with her bleach blonde hair, and well… Hey, hey I wanna be a rock star!" And with a loud clap from Tenten, and a loud stomp of her shoe, Neji strummed the last cord of the chorus, and the room fell silent again.
For a long moment, no one spoke. It wasn't an awkward silence, but a comfortable one, where everyone acknowledged everyone.
"So, Sasuke and Shikamaru finally showed up, eh?" Muttered Tenten finally, nodding towards the two dark-haired boys with the most unusual hair-do one would ever see. Sasuke, Uchiha Sasuke, had the hair of a duck butt, or so Tenten called it and all because the hair on top of his head looked like a duck butt. Shikamaru, Nara Shikamaru, had earned the title of Pineapple Boy, since his ponytail looked like a rotten pineapple sticking out of a hair elastic.
"Hey, hey! What about me, Tenten-chan?" The blonde pouted at the only girl in the group – for the moment – who smiled and ruffled his already, unruly blonde mess of what turned out to be hair. This was Uzumaki Naruto, also known as Sunny Head, not only because of his incredibly bright hair, but also because of his overwhelmingly addicting personality. He seemed an idiot – which he was – but a very loveable idiot.
Naruto smirked at Tenten's silent gesture. "Can't keep your hands off me, ne, Tenten-chan?"
The blonde definitely deserved that knuckle upside his head, which almost always came from Sasuke, but this time, he received from none other than Hyuuga Neji, who seemed very pissed off… silently. Yes, Naruto definitely deserved that knuckle upside his head, because it's not everyday he got to say something perverted and not get away with it.
Since Sasuke almost always hit Naruto upside the head, and since the Uchiha and the Uzumaki had been best friends since Pre-K, Naruto would always hit him right back, which would usually result a small battle in which both of them got at least one bruise. But, since today it was Neji who hit Naruto upside the head, Naruto couldn't respond his revenge onto the Hyuuga, because Neji will hit right back… harder than Naruto would have deserved. Tenten knew that from… personal… experiences with Neji… in gym class.
Flashback
She panted but kept going, her feet hitting the ground heavily, her arms pumping at her sides. Sweat was starting to gather at her brow and Tenten tried to ignore as best as she could, but she was just out of breath. Trying to regain your breath while running isn't the easiest of all things. But still, she needed to keep going. She needed to beat him.
That smug bastard, she thought, glaring at the back of the boy who was only a couple of steps ahead of her, his long, dark hair swishing behind him as he ran with such ease that… well, yeah.
Oh, how Tenten hated gym. This was one of those gym periods when they have to run around the field for an hour without stopping to get an A, and Tenten needed an A in gym. Yes, she was on the track-and-field team and the cross country team, and yes she was the best of them… in the girls division. He was still better than her.
He beat her at every beep test they had, arriving a step before she did. Oh, how she hated him.
That idiotic smug bastard, she was getting nearer him. He had slowed down. Or was it on purpose. Rumor has it that Neji could see all 360 degrees radius, which sort of scared Tenten, even when she knew it wasn't true.
Now, she was jogging right beside him, and tried to keep pace with him, but she was just too tried. Who knew that just running could take this much out of you? Tenten wasn't a long distance runner, she was more of a speed runner. Always came first at track-and-field.
"Hiya, Neji," She breathed, managing a forced smile, but he just glanced at her once. "Uhh… right." She shrugged inwardly. She looked back up. The finish line was getting near, and on pure instinct, she began to pick up speed, but that smug bastard still stayed right beside her. Was she going faster or slower? She couldn't tell.
Tenten moved her feet faster, and the finish line was just a couple of feet ahead. Maybe… just maybe, she would be able to beat him… The brunette closed her eyes sharply, and sped over the finish line with a new energy. The pistol signaled that someone had one. Tenten still didn't dare to open her eyes. Instead she waited for the name to be announced. She knew it wasn't one of those gym periods that were all… whoo-hoo, you know?
"And the winner is… Tenten…?"
Her eyes shot open. Is that true? "No way." She whispered, staring at their supply teacher.
"I demand a re-match." She whirled around to see a certain white-eyed individual glaring coldly right at her, but she just made a face at him.
"You can't stand to have someone beat you, ne, Neji?"
"Alright." She gasped. Apparently, Neji was really good… at everything. "A re-match between Hyuuga Neji and Tenten…?" She nodded. "Tenten!"
End Flashback
Tenten just knew it all too well.
"Hey, sorry we're late!" A girl's voice broken Tenten away from her sorrowful memory.
"Ino! Sakura! You two are finally here!"
Yeah, well. That was a big, long chapter. Especially… it not being a chapter, but a prologue. But I'll make it a chapter/prologue! Whatever. And just to tell you… READ THIS – FOR ANYONE WHO DOES NOT READ THIS – PLEASE READ THIS:
I'll make a little spot at the end of each chapter which shall be called Explanations. If you read a chapter, and you don't understand something… I'll sort of explain the many points here. Oh, and also the next chapter will be written from Tenten's point of view. This one was not, because it was supposed to be a prologue. But, you know. It turned into a chapter.
Explanations:
Hi! SO anyways. This chapter/prologue is called – Meet the Band! And that's exactly its meaning. In this chapter you meet the band in third person, so in the next chapter, Tenten won't have to explain every single little thing (she likes to be descriptive)! Right? She will have to explain a lot of other things, just not all of the characters. You all know what Ino and Sakura look like, right? Good. Anyways!
READ AND REVIEW NO JUTSU! .
Songs that I am planning on using in the Fanfiction:
Rockstar – Nickelback
Shut Up – Simple Plan
Savin' Me – Nickelback
How to Save a Life – The Fray
The Reason – Hoobastank
(Might be using) My World – SR-71