A/N: I have a bed, but no bedframe. It's basically mattress stacked up on mattress. It's tall, too. I have to jump to get on it.

Being short sucks.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

"We discussed last week that we were all going to bring something beneficial for the Save-A-Life Club."

The meeting had just settled down to a point in which the hostess could talk. All eyes were on her. She smiled, and picked up a small, purple box. Purple was the color for the club. She sat the box down on a stool.

The founder and hostess of the Save-A-Life Club loved bright colors, because they were happy. Every day, she'd be wearing some bright, slightly ridiculous attire, and different shoes for each outfit. Today, her skirt was pink, matching her hair. It was contracting with her green shirt, and the only way her outfit actually matched was through her pink and green striped flats. Her skin was pale, but not albino. And her teeth, which she proudly flashed whenever she smiled, were white. Too white.

"Before we get to that," she stated, "I have great news. Our bake sales, which we finished last weekend, raised eight-hundred dollars. We'll be sending this off to Teen-Suicide Fighting Organizations nearby."

"Awesome!" shouted a blonde in the front of the room. He was smiling. "Good job, guys!"

The blonde, Naruto Uzumaki, was the most enthusiastic member. He worse a wooden cross necklace ever day, and often dressed in a country fashion. He was from the south - Louisiana, which is actually the north of the south, but whatever - and he was very proud of this.

"Now then, on to business! I don't believe we have any new members, but just in case - I'm Sakura Haruno. Last week, we all agreed to bring something useful. I'll start us off, and then pass the stage on to Ino's group."

She opened her purple box, and pulled out several papers. She handed them out.

"These are pie charts. I've made them to demonstrate causes of teen suicide. If you know anyone who suffers from this, become friends with them. You could be helping them out just by saying 'hello'. Every word counts, everyone."

The club members clapped for her. Ino stood up, and approached the front. Sakura moved to the side.

"I like your haircut, Ino!" complimented Sakura. Ino thanked her, and faced forward.

Ino usually had long, white-blonde hair. Today, it was short and layered, with the bangs pulled back in a hair clip. Other than her hair, she had bright blue eyes, and looked innocent. Whether she actually was or not was questionable.

"Similar to Sakura," she began. "I brought a chart. Mine's more of a list, though. It lists looks, actions, and attitude, to show you who's showing signs, without even having to talk to them. Dyed black hair, for instance. Any color but black. If it's blakc, then they've got a fifty-percent chance of being depressed. Skinny jeans. If a girl wears them, it's okay. Boys that wear these are depressed. Bangs in face. Looking down while they walk. Overly tight or baggy shirts from Hot Topic: depressed. Also, unnatural, horror-movie looking makeup is common amongst the depressed teenagers of America. Especially if it's on men."

Sakura listened closely, and then turned towards the clubs.

"So, if you see someone showing these signs, talk to them."

Little did they know that, as they spoke, Sasuke Uchiha was moving into town.

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Wednesday was a terrible day. Not that anything actually happened on Wednesday, but it was just a particularly dreadful day.

Sasuke hated Wednesdays, so it was a pretty bad day to be starting up at a new school.

"I hate Wednesdays," he muttered to himself as he skimmed through his wardrobe. He grabbed his favorite pair of skinny jeans, a checkered shirt, and fake glasses that he didn't actually need, but he really just liked to wear. He walked downstairs, nearly tripping over boxes.

"Hey there," his brother said to him. Since they'd left the orphanage, Itachi had been keeping him with him in his house in California. Just so happens that Cali was becoming a rather expensive and dull place, so they left for Ohio. And Sasuke hated it already.

Sasuke said nothing in reply and made a piece of toast.

When the toast popped out of the toaster, Itachi stole it.

"Hey! I was about to eat that, you - you...what are you doing?"

Itachi handed the toast back. It had a smiley face pressed into it.

"Wow."

"I wanted to test out the toast stamps. They work!"

"Great. I'm leaving now."

"Okay! Do you want a ride?"

"Not particularly."

"Good, I wouldn't have given you one anyways! Haha!"

Itachi was in a rather scary mood. It was out of character. Must've been drunk. Not that he really drank.

As he walked to the school and opened the doors, he let out a loud sigh, to show off how unhappy he was to be there.

He entered the front office. The principal, Might Guy (according to the rather large nametag) welcomed him loudly. He handed him a schedule, and told him he could take his time finding his classes, just so long as he didn't miss an entire period or anything.

"Don't they usually give you a guide or something?" the girl behind Sasuke asked. He turned around.

"No way! Konoha High School is against the students not learning for themselves!" shouted Mr. Guy.

Sasuke shook his head - which the girl noticed was a very, sexy head - and walked out. She followed him.

"Um, so you're new here? Would you like a guide?"

"Is the school really that big?" he asked, looking around. "It doesn't look like it."

She took it as a yes.

"I'm Karin. People call me...well, they call me Karin. And you?"

"Sasuke Uchiha."

She walked with him in silence for a while.

"So, I noticed you wear glasses."

He looked at her.

"I wear glasses, too."

"Really?" he asked, not hinting at sarcasm at all. "I didn't notice!"

There was literally no detectable sarcasm in his voice, so she felt flustered.

"That's probably because you haven't looked at me or anyone else. You just keep looking forward."

He sighed.

"Okay, I've found all my classes now. You can leave."

"But we've only been to one -"

"That's fine."

"Okay," she groaned. Then she quickly straightened up. "I need to give you some advice, newbie."

"What's that?"

"Stay away from the Save-A-Life Club."

"The what?"

She then left. Her hair hit him on the way off.

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"Yeah, I see him. I don't get it, though. What makes you think he's suicidal?"

Naruto and Sakura were hiding behind the corner, watching Sasuke at his locker.

"Didn't you hear Ino? Dyed black hair. Skinny jeans. Overly baggy T-shirts from Hot Topic?"

"Well, those are three of them. He isn't wearing makeup, though."

She looked at Sasuke, a bit harder this time.

"No, that's a false statement - he's wearing concealer."

"Why would you say that?"

"He's acne-free. We're in high school. That's impossible for a boy."

Naruto gasped.

"You're right!"

"So what do you think we should do?"

"Well, we could talk to him?"

Sakura sucked in her stomach, and approached him, without thinking anything over. Naruto gulped. He sure was tall compared to Sakura.

"H-hello."

Sasuke turned, and looked down.

"Hi."

"My name is Sakura."

"You people sure are social, aren't you?"

He looked around. Everyone seemed to be staring at him. Why?

"Well, I couldn't help but notice - you have a strange wardrobe."

He looked at her. Yellow shoes. Yellow shirt. Bright, disgustingly orange skirt.

"So do you."

She laughed.

"Um, so have you ever heard of the Save-A-Life Club?"

"I've heard of it. Barely. Actually, forget I said that, because I know next to nothing about it."

She grinned.

"Well, you see, we've noticed that there's a very high amount of teen suicide in America. We figure that, if we all work together, we can get rid of this."

"Okay?"

"And, so, we go around, talking to people who look like they need friends."

"Uh-huh."

He looked around, and realized that he must have looked like he had no friends. Well, he didn't yet, actually. Then, he got where this was going.

"So, you think I'm suicidal."

"Correction: I know you are."

"And how would you know this?"

"You show all the signs."

"You've never seen me before."

"I didn't have to, with this!"

She held up the sheets of paper Ino and her had made. Sasuke read them over.

"This is wrong. This is incredibly stereotypical."

"When it comes to saving a life, you have to throw those things aside."

"But I'm not suicidal."

"You have black hair and you wear skinny jeans - of course you're suicidal!"

The whole hallway was staring.

"You have pink hair!" he yelled in response.

"But you see, pink is a happy color. Flowers are pink. Black is a sad color. Dead flowers are black."

"Oh, my, God. What happened to Ohio that filled it with so many stupid people? I'm not suicidal!"

He slammed his locker shut and the final bell rang for the day to end. He knew his brother was going to be picking him up until his own car was fixed (long story) so he left for the car lines.

Sakura followed, with Naruto dragging behind.

Sasuke waited about ten minutes, and his brother showed up. He opened the front door, and tossed his bags in.

"Hey there, my foolish little brother," he said lovingly. "How was your first day of Kindergarden?"

"Senior year. Seriously. If you're gonna make a joke, make it funny."

"Right. Whatever."

Sasuke got in the car, and shut the door.

"Did you see that?" Sakura asked quietly.

"What?"

"His older brother insulted him...and he wore eye makeup!"

End-Of-Chapter Notes: I'm excited to write the first chapter of this, though I really should be posting more on the other stories...hm. I'll just have to stick to writing this by hand in science class. Toodles~