Okay, I've never done a Naruto fanfic before, so at least bark before you bite! I would like to know exactly what you don't like before you try to chew me out by going 'OMG I HAET DIS JOO SUCKZZZ JOO SHUOLD BE SEUED!!!' since this is a first. Oh well, I've been playing with the idea for a while now, and it would be a nice, fresh thing to do after toiling on my other stories! X3 Yeah, I know, I'm pathetic; I keep on making new stories to escape my old ones! 3X Now I'm sad…I don't think I can continue writing this now…

Aww, who the hell am I kidding? o.0 On with the fic!

Summary: That girl suddenly popped up into his life. And she piqued his curiosity, too; she held a secret, and he wanted to find out what it was.

Sharigan High

'Damn bus.'

The redhead grumbled to himself, his right eye twitching dangerously. 'Bus driver hasn't changed much from last year. I should just kill her the next time I see her…' He sighed and continued walking, deciding to ignore the stares he received (mostly from females). It's not like he cared what they thought; if they could think. They were just girls; a bunch of stupid, obsessive, psychotic girls. If they weren't so crazy, he would have been smug for having such a huge fanbase.

After all, it was a bit bigger than that damn Uchiha's group of screaming, bumbling fangirls.

The only person more egotistical and arrogant than Sasuke was Gaara.

He walked along the street, being extra cautious in case one of the mobs of females decided to take their chances, and he rolled his eyes as they all giggled and pointed at him with their secret conversations. He muttered, "Such a waste of the human species…" That is, if they were human; he was beginning to have doubts.

What sucked worse then missing the bus was that he had to deal with them more and more often, what with Valentines Day coming up and everything. Okay, it was really a month away, but that damn Uchiha had made him a bet that he couldn't refuse, since Gaara never backed down from a challenge, and now he had to try to find one person out of all of the screaming, bumbling fangirls that would satisfy his standards for a day and 'go out with him', as the raven-headed annoyance had so calmly called it, even though he was never one to look for a date and hadn't planned on getting one soon until Sasuke bet him and now –

Bonk!

Thud, thud!

"Ow!"

"Ow!"

He had been so caught up in his thoughts (yes, the sentence was run-off for a reason, folks!) that he hadn't noticed the quick footsteps until too late. Standing back up quickly and glaring at the offending person, he wondered who would dare break him out of his deep contemplation and – she seemed so familiar…

The girl in question was still on the ground, holding her pained head as she grumbled about 'not looking in front of her' and 'getting into as much trouble as possible'. Her hair was long and black, almost like looking at the midnight sky, and her attire echoed the same thing; her baggy black cargo pants and black shirt way too big for her (he suspected she shopped in the men's section) made her almost completely swallowed in a black abyss (talk about a pattern). She had her eyes shut, as if that would help her pain in the least, and it took her a while before she realized she was, indeed, sitting on the ground and had, indeed, run into someone. Immediately, her eyes shot open (revealing amazing and respect-earning blood-red eyes), and she got up with a guilty and apologetic look on her face as she asked, "Are you alright?" She looked more concerned than he liked, her eyes filled with a pity that made him somewhat angry. He didn't want pity.

He told her harshly, "Fine." He watched with satisfaction as she flinched back slightly, wondering if he should smirk that way that always gave others 'chills' (as he recalled a blonde boy had once said while pestering him and the Uchiha), just to frighten her a bit. When he did, though, he got her to do that as well as blush and look away from him in embarrassment. 'Interesting…'

Of course, he would be interested in the first female that didn't throw themselves at him and try to act out 'Romeo and Juliet' with him.

Before he could do else anything, however, he heard a faint sound in the distance, like someone…shouting.

The way that the girl before him stiffened up at the voice made it clear who the voice was so angry towards.

"Aoki, dammit! I'm going to kick your ass!"

Finding the voice familiar, he realized he had heard that before – and, as the owner of the sound turned a corner, he suddenly felt the urge to smirk, roll his eyes, and snicker, all at the same time.

"Out of curiosity, girl, what did you do to Uchiha's hair, exactly?"

"Oh, well, I kind of put some dye in his shampoo…he seems to be taking it rather well, isn't he?"

"Yes; indeed, pink is his color."

He could feel the pride radiating off of her, as if her smirk wasn't enough, but then her eyes widened at the threats directed towards her by the once-upon-a-time-raven-haired exploding Uchiha. She gulped and muttered something about 'always getting into these kinds of messes', which made him think that she did things like this often. He caught another voice add to the confusion, and he found a smirk finally reach his face.

"And his brother, too?"

"Hey, enough pink to go around!"

"And what is that about lobsters in the shower?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

He was beginning to like this girl already, although she had run into him. He planned on making sure she stayed alive so that she could teach him her ingenious pranking skills. He thought quickly, a brief and faint smirk the only sign that he had a plan as he looked at the girl. He had never really had his fun, had he? "Aoki, is it?"

She looked a bit startled, but she gave a small nod and offered, "My nickname is Ki."

He nodded, his eyes straying over to the Uchiha brothers searching for her with a vengeance. He smirked again. 'No way, Uchiha; she's mine.'

"Don't scream."

"Wha? What do you –" She gave a small, startled gasp as his arm snaked its way around her waist and pulled her close, their noses nearly touching as her shocked face met his amused one. He wanted to laugh at the expression on her face, but instead he told her, "Just play along."

Whatever protest she might have said, it never left her lips as he suddenly wrapped both of his arms around her and hugged her tightly, forcing her to put her chin on her shoulder so all that Sasuke and Itachi would see was her back. She was stiff, holding her breath in shock, and he let a small chuckle escape him. Females were quite entertaining, for stupid, annoying creatures. Her hair cascaded down her back to her lower back, and he picked up a strand and twirled it with his fingers. It seemed the girl finally understood what he was doing, and so she warily wrapped her arms around him and hid her face into the soft material of his shirt while her hair did the rest.

"Damn that wench, I swear – Gaara, have you seen – whoa…"

Again, Gaara had to stop himself from laughing. What was with him and humor today? Must have been something he ate that morning – Kankuro had warned him about eating Temari's eggs that morning. Of course, the look on Sasuke and Itachi's faces were just – what was the word again? – priceless. It seemed the younger brother's jaw might detach itself if it went any lower, while his sibling just stared in astonishment at the two.

Today was just his lucky day!

"Umm…" Sasuke suddenly seemed nervous; maybe the thought of losing the bet with Gaara unnerved him. He elbowed his elder brother and mumbled 'let's go', which was responded in kind with a scowl before they quickly retreated from the 'glare' of the redhead before them. After they were gone, he sighed and released her from his grip, but was surprised to find her still attached to him. After a moment of blinking, he told her, "You can…let go of me now."

"…Eh? Oh!" She quickly let go, bowing her head in an unsuccessful attempt to hide her blush as her gaze fell upon the books on the ground. Before she had run into him, those had been in her hands. She gave a weary sigh before she bent down and rushed to pick up her things, and then she stood up and gave a small bow and mumbled another 'sorry' for good measure as she turned to leave. Gaara, however, realized something and quickly reached out and grabbed her hand to stop her. She froze as was expected, looking at him in shock as he examined her face again. 'Why the hell is she so familiar?'

"I'm Gaara."

After a moment of silence, the girl gave him a nod in understanding. "Alright. I'll…see you around?" Her uncertainty made him think that maybe she did want to see him. Like most every female in the world did.

"…Perhaps."

She nodded once more, not pushing for anything else out of him, and he figured out the best way to bewilder the poor girl. Remembering what had happened the first time he did it, he gave her another smirk that told her that he planned on seeing her again as well. He liked the way she shivered and reddened once more, and he couldn't want for anything else out of that day as she quickly turned and ran off, clearly wanting to get away before she could humiliate herself anymore.

He looked down at the sidewalk to realize that there were still some of her things left on the ground; she was too far away to hear him, though, so he only sighed and picked up her things before they blew away. It consisted of: a black purse (should have guessed that one, folks!), some important looking folders, and two books. He supported the load in his arms and shifted his weight, only to catch his eye on something fluttering in the breeze.

The girl was…different, to say the least. She definitely wasn't like any of the girls he had met before; she didn't squeal when she saw him and hug him to try to get anything out of him, and she was running away from him. If that didn't get his attention, a nuclear bomb wouldn't have done much more.

He snatched the paper out of the air and skimmed over it. 'What luck.' He pondered the possibility of being a lucky person or having a lucky charm as he reread the paper over and over again. He had, in his hand, a paper that had both her address as well as her school information.

She lived down the street from him.

She went to the same school.

They were classmates.

"This is going to be fun…"