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Dear Student,

you have been chosen to be one of the select few who will be attending The Academy this fall. We have carefully screened over each male's and female's records in both Konahagakure (Village Hidden in the Leaves) and Sunagakure (Village Hidden in the Sand), and have found you to be among the elite and most promising student for the future to come. The Academy is ecstatic to have you as a future student, and eagerly awaits for the first year of enrollment to begin.

The Academy is simply a school where the best and brightest men and women are sent for the most exclusive education. You will have nothing but the best teachers that will be working with you, and classes will be no more than ten people per room. Because The Academy gives its best to the students, the students are expected to give nothing but the best in return. We expect nothing but the top grades and the top scores performed from you.

The rules of The Academy are not hard to follow, and are rather loose. They are all listed below:

I. No vandalizing school property. This includes anything given to you at our expense such as dorm rooms, books, uniforms, etc.
II. At no time can the opposite sex enter and/or share dorm rooms.
III. Cheating is not and will never be tolerated.
IV. Stealing is not and will never be tolerated.
V. Do not attack a peer unless you are, with permission, sparring.
VI. Curfew is 10:30 PM on school nights, Monday to Thursday, and unlimited during weekends, Friday to Sunday, and holidays.
VII. Monday to Friday mornings, you will wake up at precisely 8:00 AM. Classes will begin at 9:30 AM, and end at 2:00 PM.
VIII. There will be no drug/substance abuse on campus.
IX. Pool hours on weekdays, Monday to Friday, are 7:00 AM - 9:00 AM, and 3:00 PM - 7:00 PM, and on weekends, Saturday to Sunday, are 7:00 AM - 11:50 PM.
X. Before and after school hours, you are not required to wear your uniforms, and there is no dress code, but there will be no roaming around in your underwear.

Other than the ten rules above, you are welcome to do as you wish. The Academy gives you congratulations and wishes for you to have much fun for the years to come.

Kudos,

Miss Keiko Takahashi, Headmistress
Mister Tadashi Tanaka, Vice Principal
Mister Akio Kinjo, Academic Dean

Two beautiful Konaha teenage girls, Sakura Haruno and Ino Yamanaka were preparing themselves for their arrival at their new boarding school. Sakura Haruno's sleek rosette hair was curled to perfection, her makeup applied flawlessly, and outfit, an expensive mini dress she had acquired from her latest shopping spree, a beautiful bright red color, giving her delicate porcelain skin a vibrant glow. Ino Yamanaka wore her own platinum blond hair up in a flawless side pony-tail, flawlessly curled as well, and her makeup perfectly highlighted all the best features about her face, hiding anything anyone may find flawed about it, while wearing a sleek black miniskirt and a sky blue halter top, accenting her wildly blue eyes and gently outlining her curvy figure. The two young sixteen-year-olds flashed a pearly white smile towards each other. "Are you ready?" Ino asked, her stomach twisting in anticipation. The school, she assumed, would be for the elite, smartest and the wealthiest only. Anyone who dared show up in anything less than an eighty-thousand dollar car was doomed to be the trailer trash of the school. Or in Ino's world, it certainly would be.

Biting at her lush, rosy lower lip, her rosette-headed best friend nodded in excitement; Sakura was almost to eager to speak. "This is going to be so much fun!" She squealed, her delicate emerald eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "I hate that we have to take two separate cars though; but you want to bring your Porsche and I want to bring my Koenigsegg..." Her voice trailed off; Sakura was torn. She desperately wanted to ride with her friend, but surely if their opinions differed on how to spend their weekends, they would have to take separate cars, would they not? Though, Sakura loathed looking like a loner, even if for a moment, and Ino Yamanaka knew that.

Her blond-headed friend simply shook her head, the curls in her pony-tail bouncing gently as she did. "We need to arrive in separate cars!" Ino pleaded. "First off, it may look like one of us can't afford a car, whichever one isn't driving it, and secondly, what if we want to do separate things over the weekend sometimes? Then what?" She demanded, folding her slender arms across her chest. The girl's hard stare didn't leave Sakura's angelic features, who's eyes were looking upward, as if there was where she would find her answer.

Sakura finally returned Ino's gaze in frustration, and was clenching her jaw tightly together. "Fine." She surrendered, rolling her eyes. "I'll leave now; I'm completely ready." Sakura told her happily, quickly bouncing back from loosing their little argument of what or what not to do. Ino smiled slightly in satisfaction at her best friend's surrender, but didn't gloat long. The two gave each other a quick hug good-bye, and Sakura then had Ino's maid help her with her luggage before taking off in her sleek, expensive, pure black vehicle. Ino sighed, and finished the final touches to her own outfit; it had to look better than Sakura Haruno's, who always seemed to be one step ahead of her now when it came to fashion, and five steps ahead of her when it came to studies and grades. Momentarily, she wondered how she had even gotten into the school but then remembered; her family was wealthy, powerful, and had connections.

Finally ready, feeling like her outfit was officially better-looking than Sakura's now, Ino called up the maid once more to gather her own belongings and put them into her Porsche. Now she darted down the many stairs of her elegant staircase, exited the lavish home, and quickly started her car. Then her little red Porsche sped off into the distance, towards The Academy.

The nasal buzz of an alarm clock suddenly shot off, and a handsome, blond-headed boy fell out of his warm, plush bed. Naruto Uzumaki quickly scrambled to his feet, slamming the snooze button on his alarm and then turning it off. The rancid sound of an alarm always made him cranky in the morning. He had happened to glance at the time, and his azure gaze widened in horror. His alarm went off an hour later than he had set it? "Damn it," He cursed in frustration. He had paid over five-hundred dollars for the idiotic machine, and it couldn't even go of when he programed it to? Naruto was close to smashing the thing, but decided against it; he had to get ready or he would miss the deadline to get into The Academy. He knew what it was like to wait on someone who was always two hours late to everything; his old Algebra tutor, back when he was around fourteen and fifteen, was always late for every session. Momentarily, he went to reset the overpriced digital clock's alarm, just to check if he had really accidentally set it an entire hour late. His gentle blue eyes rolled inside of his head; he had set it an hour later than he had thought. I am an absolute idiot. He cursed himself mentally.

Sighing, Naruto yanked the expensive outfit consisting of nice jeans and a sleek, button-up black shirt including a plain white T-shirt, he had laid out for himself last night. The young teenager had been eager to get out of Konaha, and to experience the once-in-a-lifetime-chance to enroll in boarding school. He wondered momentarily if he would know anyone who was going to be attending. He strode swiftly into his lavish bathroom, and stripped himself of his pajamas; consisting of a navy blue T-shirt, and sweatpants. As his shower heated up, he admired his muscular body in the mirror, flexing his new found muscles in his biceps. Finally after three years of working out, Naruto had accomplished what he had aimed to do; look ripped. As steam already began to come out of his glass shower, Naruto quickly stripped himself of his underwear and leaped into the boiling water, which felt like a haven against his skin. Knowing there was no time to relax, the blond-headed sixteen-year-old quickly lathered his hair with his overpriced brand of shampoo and conditioner, and quickly scrubbed himself down with a fancy soap. Hastily, he dried off his hair and wrapped a towel around his waist.

Even though he hardly needed it, Naruto pulled out a sleek razor, shaving cream, and filled the sink with luke-warm water. He swiftly shaved the small amount of stubble off of his chin and philitrum (the area above the upper lip). Despite the searing pain that came with the delicious smell, he lathered his chin and jawline in aftershave, clenching his teeth at the pain. Ignoring the stinging feel, he dropped his plush towel onto the tile of his bathroom floor, and quickly dressed into his attire; his jeans were among the darker blues, fading slightly in some areas, and he had his expensive black button-up shirt unbuttoned at the top three buttons, and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Naruto admired his fashionable outfit in the mirror momentarily before finishing up his getting ready with deodorant and a bit of cologne. Finally, with his hair dried and styled to perfection, and his hundred-and-seventy-five dollar Boulder shoes on now, Naruto Uzumaki was entirely ready to get into his sleek Viper, and drive to his new school, The Academy.

Sasuke Uchiha opened his onyx eyes as he was rudely awakened by a rough blow to his skull. There, inches away from his face, he saw his elder brother Itachi Uchiha staring down at him with a smirk plastered upon his handsome face. He narrowed his eyes in a glare towards Itachi, and shoved him away from his face in an irritated manner; everything he did now seemed to be in an irritated manner. "Go to Hell, Itachi," Sasuke growled, pulling his silky comforter over his head. His covers were swiftly pulled away from him, and there Itachi stood again, his hair, oddly long, was pulled back in his usual hairstyle; a ponytail, but for some reason, even Sasuke had to admit, it suited him to have that long, well-managed hair. Finally, the younger boy sat up in his bed, his dark eyes meeting his brother's equally dark eyes.

"I've been banned from there," He responded jokingly, despite the fact there was no playfulness in his tone. "You know we have to go." Itachi told him seriously, referring to their new boarding school their parents were shipping them away to. "I'm almost entirely ready, Sasuke. Father won't like it if we're tardy because of you." He pointed out. For as long as the two could remember, it had been an unending competition between the two siblings for their father's attention, and, being the eldest, Itachi always seemed to have the spotlight above him. The raven-headed, younger sibling glared up at his brother, but reluctantly got to his feet. Itachi seemed not really to care about the fact they were being shipped off to a new, secondary home, while Sasuke had fumed about it throughout the entire summer. Why did they have to go? All this was going to prove, in his father's eyes, was that Itachi would outshine Sasuke once more with his more-perfect grades and better athletic abilities than his own. Each sibling was a prodigy, without a doubt, but Itachi always seemed to get the credit, when Sasuke was always the one who had to try.

I suppose this could be my chance... He thought; an attempt towards optimism. "I'll meet you downstairs in the den when I'm ready." Sasuke promised. The eldest only nodded and swiftly exited the raven-headed sixteen-year-old's room. Sasuke's onyx eyes followed his brother as he exited the room, and he silently scoffed at his choice of clothing for the first day at The Academy. He wore black combat boots, the new ones that their father had graciously bought him for a surprise, the two-thousand dollar, custom-made ones he had ordered especially for his eldest, most favorite son, accenting his luxurious, vertically-striped white and black dress shirt, which he wore un-tucked, and only halfway buttoned, revealing a small portion of his muscular chest and too-white undershirt. His pants, on the other hand, were simple, faded blue jeans; and they were tattered, they were frayed, and holes were seen in the parts that his combat boots did not cover. Trash, Sasuke thought coldly. Those jeans probably cost a couple hundred dollars alone, though they seemed to have been bought that way anyway; it wasn't like they looked worn, just tattered. Either way, Sasuke disliked Itachi's undignified appearance. Shaking it from his head, he now turned to the outfit he himself had planned.

Sasuke eyed the sleek golden dress shirt he had chosen, spun straight from silk, to be worn with dark blue denim jeans, tailored to perfection, as well as a pricey leather belt with expensive Cascade shoes. He stripped himself of his nightwear, and swiftly changed into his outfit, leaving his expensive golden shirt un-tucked, though not unbuttoned, the sleeves were rolled up to his mid-forearms, and he let the front of his shirt ride up just so his belt could be seen peaking over the stylish silk shirt. He sighed, and wandered over into his bathroom, quickly checking his appearance in the mirror, smirking in satisfaction. Instead of smiles, the majority of the time, Sasuke Uchiha smirked; a bad habit picked up from his older brother at an early age, one of which he couldn't seem to stop doing. He caressed his jawline momentarily, checking for stubble - as he had shaved and showered last night - and of course, it was not there. Quickly he put on cologne, brushed his teeth, and did his hair in the unique style he had kept it as when, back when he was seven, a prank was played on him by a jealous little boy, jealous of his hair, that is, as he had it entirely even, grown long, until the boy stuck globs of gum in his hair and the entire backside had to be cut short. He left what could be kept long, long, not wishing to have entirely short hair, and it ended up the boy had helped rather than hurt his Godly appearance.

Sighing, Sasuke saw Itachi was already waiting downstairs in the den with their mother and father, who had both called in to their work to take the day off for the occasion. They each said their goodbyes to their parents, and, headed outside towards the single car they had decided on driving; a solid white Lamborghini, which, was one of Itachi's three cars, and being only seventeen at that; and still a sophomore! Supposedly, their parents had simply enrolled him a year late, but Sasuke personally liked to believe his brother failed. Making sure their maids had put their luggage into the trunk, the two then backed out of their driveway, and sped off in the direction of The Academy.

The sound of his brother's flesh hitting the cool wooden floor below his too-nice bed satisfied Sabuku no Gaara. He gave a small, rueful smirk at the dark-headed boy's reaction to his rude awakening, his cruel bluish eyes meeting his brother's amber ones. "You're late, Kankuro." Gaara announced bluntly before silently striding to exit the room. Sighing as he wandered lazily through the halls towards his own bedroom, Gaara ran one hand through his blood red hair, shivering lightly as a cool draft hit his pale, exposed chest; at that moment all he had on were his sweatpants he had worn to bed the previous night. One hand lightly wrapped around his own doorknob, Gaara couldn't help but look back towards Kankuro, and wonder if he should have woken him just a little earlier, so he could have had breakfast, but then just scoffed at the thought and rolled his eyes. Being that late, he doesn't deserve any damn breakfast. He decided sourly before yanking his door open to reveal a dark, messy room he called his own. "What do you want, Temari?" He growled in a low, irritated voice, fed up with his siblings just an hour after the first had awoken. Thanks to sever insomnia, Gaara never slept; not a wink, usually he just wandered around the small, village-like town they lived in.

A young, beautiful blond-headed girl brushed perfectly-curled strands of hair away from her soft face, revealing blue eyes-just a few shades bluer than Gaara's. "Just making sure you packed your things," She lied smoothly, crossing one slender leg over the other, her already-short dress riding up a bit, revealing even more of her legs. Temari studied her younger brother's expressionless face, wondering if he was buying the crap she was feeding him.

"Why can't you just bring your own fucking weed?"

Rosy lips frowned slightly at his assumption, which was entirely correct; Temari was in his room, searching for his weed. Temari could feel the irritation emitting from him, and she was at least two meters (about seven feet) away. Having nothing to respond to him, Temari merely got up, her own expensive bag in hand, and began to walk away. I'm almost out... She thought to herself in encouragement. Smiling a goodbye, Temari could have bet she was home-free, until of course Gaara's strong, pale hand grabbed her own pale, tiny wrist, yanking her towards her red-headed brother. "Give me your bag, Temari." He demanded quietly.

Knowing by now not to disobey her youngest brother, she merely nodded and, defeated, gave him the bag. Within ten seconds the bag was returned, and all the weed she had stolen from Gaara was in his custody once again. She gave him a sheepish, apologetic glance and he only glared at her. "Don't let me catch you stealing my shit again."

Nodding quickly, the breathtaking young woman excused herself from Gaara's room. Oh, how that boy absolutely terrified her beyond words. She could hardly ever speak to him without being intimidated by his negative energy. I wonder why he's like this to begin with... She wondered to herself as she strode towards Kankuro's door, straightening out her too-short, too-low red dress. Manicured fingers tapped on his door, and she stood there in an impatient pose to hide how shook up she was from Gaara's confrontation, even though she technically was stealing. How he handled it... She just couldn't take it. "Kankuro, open up!" She demanded impatiently, flattening her lush, glossy lips in one impatient line. Secretly, Temari had been up hours before she and her brother Kankuro were supposed to be up, readying herself for the hopefully-delicious boys who would attend the school.

Moments later a flustered, half-dressed brunette boy opened up his bedroom door. Temari raised one slender eyebrow at him. "I overslept. Gaara woke me up." He explained briskly as he pulled up his black denim pants after closing the door behind his older sister. "What's wrong?" He asked with a halfheartedly concerned tone, despite the fact his voice was still thick with sleep. He pawed through the mounds of clothes that were left on his floor from packing-or the leftovers of packing-and eventually found a beige button-up shirt he liked. Quickly rolling up the sleeves to his elbows and leaving the first two buttons unbuttoned, Kankuro turned towards his sister, waiting for a response.

"It's just that I-"

The young woman was interrupted by a knock on the door. He glanced towards her curiously, raising his eyebrows at her outfit, and makeup. "Who are you trying to impress?" He mouthed to her as he headed towards the door to open it. He turned back in time to see her blush before opening the door to reveal his redheaded baby brother. "Hey, Gaara," He greeted casually.

Shoving his hands in his pockets, Gaara shuffled into the room, dressed in the gloomy colors of black and red. "Good. You're both ready." He told them coolly. "Our luggage is in the trunk of the limouzine and the driver is here. Let's go." Without waiting for a response, the redheaded boy trudged out of Kankuro's bedroom, his body getting smaller and smaller until Kankuro nor Temari could see him.

Kankuro turned to face Temari again, who just shook her head and mouthed their brother's name, referring to why she had come to talk about him, and shrugged slightly. "Don't you think you should at least change? This is a school, not a club we're going to." He told her with a wry smile, earning him a hard shove against the wall as Temari exited, although, just a little bit, Kankuro could see she was blushing. Satisfied, he exited his bedroom after Temari, taking one last look towards it, feeling as if he would never see it again. Just before he was about to get lost in his many memories, an impatient honk snapped him back to reality. At that, the dark-headed boy hurried downstairs and out the door, being the last to board the limouzine. Only moments later, the sleek black vehicle zoomed towards their new school.

Just to clarify, yes, I will be writing about more characters like Shikamaru, Hinata, Neji, Kiba, Deidara, Sasori, etc., once they are all at The Academy, but all those different introductions would probably take forever. (Yes, I'm lazy. XD)
Well, feel free to leave a comment por favor. ^^