An: Hello Everyone and may I welcome you all to the newest story of the Timberwolfe collection Tone and Stroke. It features a Goddess who looks down at the world that is beneath her and instead of being among her own kind, chooses another who is considered lesser than what his talent really displays him as. Let us see what is in store for us, shall we?

Tone and Stroke

Chapter 1: A Squashed Tomato

A girl casually walked down the hallway, strutting her stuff as she always did subconsciously. The way the girl walked was like she knew how beautiful she was, knew how much people's eyes followed her ass as she passed them by , and knew that they thought of her in their dreams during the day and probably just before they went to bed at night.

The girl had an hour glass figure that was simply put, to die for, and if the life of high school rumors could be completely accurate, it was rumored that her hips were the curviest and her breasts second to the top of the list. The girl smiled a bit at the rumor, her smile shining against the sun, and knew that her blonde headed best friend had the top rated breasts and the second rated hips. But that wasn't always the case growing up, but that was then, and high school was now.

At the moment, the girl wore a red and black cheerleading outfit, the top barely covering her bust, stopping just after the mounds of flesh and showing off her toned stomach from years of gymnastics and floor routines that made her into the head cheerleader the girl was today. Her skirt was cut in the side for a good flow of movement, and showed off her creamy white legs up till the very last part of her thighs until it barely covered her ass, with the tightest and stretched across pair of black biker shorts that the girl was known for wearing across her tight and toned ass.

The girl's pink hair was done with a slight wave to it, and was braided around her head before dropping down her back. The girl sighed earlier that morning when two strands of her hair stayed out of her braid as always and framed her face with only the slightest blush of makeup added to her cheeks, and the rest was natural beauty, for the girl did not like how long it took each day to put all those false beauty products on her face.

As the girl turned the corner, she saw the frosted glass door and walked in front of it and came to sit down on the chair outside the principal's office. After a minute, she crossed her legs for modesty and huffed in annoyance as her fingers repeatedly tapped against the plastic seat below her. She didn't need this now; her best friend and co-head cheerleader, Ino Yamanaka, was practicing with the team for their tournament in two months, and She was the one on top of the pyramid, and now her best friend was going to have to take her place and practice with Sakura's signature triple back flip off the top.

Speaking of which, that was her name, Sakura Maria Haruno, and she was not just one of the head cheerleaders. She was also the head of the dance team, and throughout high school had stared as the main role for theater plays. Besides that, she also was part of the fencing school team and had a black belt in karate. She was part of various activities and was well rounded, and she was beautiful. Extremely beautiful; she had the whole school telling her so, and while she didn't have a boyfriend to tell her the way an admirer or maybe even a lover would, she accepted it with gusto and confidence in her body.

Now, being outside the principal's office, most would assume that Sakura was in trouble and in a way…they were right. Sakura hadn't broken any rules per say, but she had ditched a few classes, and she had been told off and gotten detention for them. No, Sakura was here because she had been ditching not a class but a requirement…future class planning. So now, Sakura Haruno, a senior with a semester left in high school, had to listen to her principle talk to her about classes she apparently 'Had' to take, quotations marked clearly in the air.

"Miss Haruno?" A voice called out and Sakura turned to see the secretary in front of the door.

"Yes?" Sakura asked back, making sure to smile a little at the teacher's assistant student that worked in the office. She had to keep her reputation up after all. She was a friend to all social areas of the school.

"Tsunade-Sama will see you now."

Sakura nodded and stood up, her skirt falling just barely past her ass. The regulation was to buy cheerleading outfits that went to one's finger tips. The rule didn't say that you couldn't customize it afterwards. Sakura walked into the principal's office and sitting before her was Tsunade-Sama, herself.

Principle Tsunade was the top principle in the entire state of the land of Fire, for her strict yet motherly hand in running Konoha High. She was smart, and very strategic, but people never wondered how she got her way with things. She was blonde, and she had a Huge Rack that Sakura and Ino had admitted to each other that if given the chance, they'd grab her breasts and see just how much bigger they were than the cheerleaders' hands put together.

"Sit down, Sakura." Tsunade smiled at one of her smartest students and as soon as Sakura sat down in the chair across the desk from her, Tsunade leaned forward, clearly seeing up her skirt to her shorts underneath.

"Sakura, that skirt is much too short."

"Please move on to why I'm here." Sakura huffed and rolled her eyes.

Tsunade visibly shook her head at Sakura's attitude. "Alright then. Sakura, you haven't taken your creative elective yet."

"It's not a requirement, Tsunade-Sama." Sakura answered.

"Don't you want to go to college, Sakura?" Tsunade pulled out a thick file, Sakura's file and looked through it briefly. "I also see that you have not accepted any of your colleges."

"That's because I plan to be a model, Tsunade-Sama. I have no need for college."

"Nevertheless," Tsunade closed the file and stared at Sakura's eyes. "You will take a creative elective or I will not graduate you."

"Tsunade-Sama! That's ridiculous!"

Tsunade laughed lightly as she took out a piece of paper and placed it in front of Sakura. "You have a great mind Sakura, and I have no doubt that you will succeed in life, and as such, you must know the creative arts for a high profile life style. I have here a list of courses you can take. Pick one in the next five minutes, and if you pass the class, you get to graduate."

Sakura growled as she ripped the paper off the desk in front of her and looked it over. These classes were so pointless. Music theory? Computers could play music for you. Woodshop? Yeah, like she wanted to be a carpenter. Guys would do it for her for just the chance of seeing her in her pajamas. Home Ec? What was she, a housewife?! They were pointless if you wanted to leave this area and head for the big city; otherwise, good luck being a construction worker and a housewife!

Sakura's mental criticism continued as she dipped her eyes further down the list until she reached the bottom of the first column and looked at the last two on the list. Photography and Intro to Painting. Sakura could admit had always liked the visual arts and she should know how they worked since she was going to model. Pictures would be taken of her, plenty of them had already gone viral over the school's private Wi-Fi.

Sakura grimaced though at the amount of outside classroom work that photography required however. She had little time to herself as it was, so that was out of the running and the painting course only had to be done in class. Sakura wanted to relax in the library before practice with a free period, but…she guessed that it couldn't be too bad, right? She aced all her classes so far, she could ace a simple class as easy as painting.

Sakura sighed as she put the paper down. "I'll take the painting class. It's the only interesting thing on that list."

"Alright, it'll be your class just before lunch."

"What? Aw man." Sakura sulked back into her chair, and huffed, wishing she was the big bad wolf so she could blow Tsunade's house down.

"Sakura, you could have had any class you wanted and your own time table if you had just done this last year."

"Yeah well, I wanted my free period." Sakura sighed. "Can I go now?"

"Of course you can, Sakura. Have a good rest of the day, and a great final semester."

Sakura sighed happily and practically ran out of Tsunade's office like a rocket out of a launcher. Tsunade sighed and held her water, wishing that it was sake, but her secretary had put a stop to that. Sakura was a smart girl, but always needed a push; a drive to inspire her to do great things. Hopefully, this would do something that would help Sakura in the near and distant future.

Sakura practically ran into the gymnasium just as the girls on the cheer squad finished their floor routine. Sakura dropped her gym bag on the bleachers and took out her red and black pompoms and ran out onto the padded floor. She caught sight of some jocks looking at her and shot them a quick smile before running next to her starting position next to her best friend Ino.

"You're late." Ino whispered as she smiled mockingly at her co-captain.

"Had some alone time with the big knockers." Sakura smiled.

"Oh, hope you had fun with them. We decided that you'd go for your variant move and do a quadruple back flip off the top and then go for a front flip at the end."

"Enough space for that?"

"Barely."

"Alright then, let's do it."

Sakura breathed heavily through her nose as she jumped off the top of the pyramid, flipping forward four times in sync with the music. Sakura quickly slid forward onto her knees and sent her arms upwards as the music banged out the last and final note, and Sakura smiled brightly as she breathed through her mouth, exhausted after going through their routine for the tenth time in the last two hours.

"Alright girls! That's all for today! Great job everyone!" Ino called out as she dropped her arms and walked over to Sakura and patted her on the shoulder. "Sakura, when did you add that slide at the end? It was brilliant!"

"I just decided to try it out. You know though," Sakura paused as an idea came to her, "Alice and Rachael can do it as well!"

"I'll add it to the routine set." Ino smiled as she took out her tablet and added it onto the electronic set to talk to the team at the next practice. "You know, the team was worried about you when you missed the start of practice." Ino told Sakura as she bent over to grab her own bag, flashing Sakura her ass, and how tight the shorts clearly defined her ass cheeks.

"Really?"

"Yeah. They thought that you might be sick."

"You mean when you missed the two sessions in a row last week?"

"I told you I had a modeling photo shoot those times." Ino blushed red, growing nervous, and Sakura had a feeling like Ino was with another guy during the practice times.

"You never told me where you were getting them at. I still haven't found a good enough photographer that can settle for a low enough cost."

"Well…I found a local guy, but I have to get my photos first, but he said that they'll be ready in a month."

"Well, then I guess I'll keep searching until then." Sakura smiled brightly and Ino looked confused before Sakura shot a glance down and as Ino looked down, she realized that her uniform top had ridden up a little bit and pulled it down, to no avail as it moved right back into place. Sakura sighed as they exited the gym. "I told you that you cut them too short."

"And I told you that I like to show some cleavage," Ino muttered as she pulled at Sakura's top, pulling it down to where the sides of Sakura's c-cup breasts showed clearly. Sakura eeped and pulled her top back into place before glaring at Ino's d-cup breasts and wanted to punch her there.

"Showing cleavage is one thing; streaking down the school hallway is another." Sakura smirked.

"Hey! I told you it was a dare."

"That 'dare' made the school newspaper."

"Hey, I got an audition for three commercials because of it as soon as we graduate." Ino smirked.

"And I got four commercials without doing so." Sakura smirked back.

"You are such an innocent little girl." Ino jibed.

"That's what I'm going for, Ino. Sexy, but conservative."

"Your toned ass says otherwise." Ino smirked as Sakura blushed as they reached their cars near the front of the parking lot.

"Whatever. I need to go to the store and buy some paint."

"So that's what class you're being forced to take?"

"Yeah. Hey! You took it last year. How is it?"

"Hard. I got a C on the final."

"Well, you were never good at exams. See you later, Ino." Sakura called out before she close her car door to her 2014 mustang and started the engine, a gift from the modeling agency on the condition that she have a photo shoot there when she graduated.

Two weeks later, Sakura was positioned on a stool facing a white canvas in the art section of the school building, trying to paint an apple that was positioned in the middle of the room. The last semester of Sakura's high school life had begun two weeks ago, and Sakura had begun this course. Her other classes were simple and straight forward. Do this, you get an A. Read this book, and you pass the class. Show up, and talk to your friends, and you pass. This class, you just had to paint a simple piece of food or anything in the center of the room. And Sakura…she was pathetic!

It was a goddamn apple! Pure red, and the picture that Sakura was making on the canvas was…a deformed pathetic version that made the people around her cringe and think that she was finger painting it in a preschool class. Sakura growled at the picture before her and grabbed her paint brush once more, and dipped it in the red color for the apple.

"Do you need any help?" A voice questioned next to Sakura and she turned to see the attractive teacher assistant standing next to her. Sakura had checked him out last week and he was somewhat muscular and a classic good-guy with his appearance. Sakura took a chance to glance from the boy's blonde hair that somehow defied gravity to his magical blue eyes that watched her with…amusement? He found her painting talent funny! Sakura turned back to her picture blushing a bit and looked at her picture and sighed.

"It looks like a squashed tomato." Sakura groaned into her hands as they came up to hide her face.

"…It's not...bad." The assistant muttered.

"You going to tell me the truth now?" Sakura sighed as her hands dropped into her lap and turned herself on the stool to face the TA.

"Alright," the assistant shrugged, "it could use some help here and there…Would you like some?"

"Please." Sakura sighed gratefully, thankful for the boy to finish the painting for her. Maybe she could find a way to have this boy do this work for her and she'd…give him five minutes in heaven at the next house party that Ino always threw. Sakura's thoughts were interrupted and she widened her eyes when she felt the boy's rough hands, painter's hands, wrap around her own which held the brush. Sakura didn't want to scream and call the boy a pervert, but the boy's breath was tickling her neck! How was she supposed to concentrate when he was breathing hot air down her earlobe?!

"…Are you okay with this?" The assistant asked, helping Sakura know that he at least cared about her feelings.

"Make it a good picture and I won't smack you senseless." Sakura smiled. She'd give this lower class high school student the benefit of the doubt to help her out. She looked down to see him moving her hand and her brush against the edge of the paint lid, and Sakura blushed as red as the wet paint as a huge amount of excess paint fell off the brush. That was something she hadn't been doing, hence the dots and running lines all over the white paper canvas.

The boy repositioned herself and got directly behind her and Sakura felt his groin area touch her clothed ass, but she forced her mind to follow what the TA was showing her. By now, her hand was at the apple and the boy pressed the brush lightly on the paper.

"Do you feel that?"

Oh, she felt it alright! This boy was very well endowed and at the moment, Sakura cursed her shorts to being so tight! But she managed to answer the question. "Y-yes."

"You were simply pressing too hard; treat it like the skin of an apple." As the boy talked, he moved quickly and fluently until the shape was…just right. The boy switched the brushes in Sakura's hand and Sakura drew the stool the apple stood on and the stem, before adding some shading that matched the time of day just as much as the actual thing, as if it was three dimensional.

The teenager dropped her hand and got next to her, and Sakura saw him looking at her lips intently, making Sakura sweat on the inside; he was so focused on her and not the painting! "Forgive me." The boy apologized before Sakura felt her pointer finger rubbing against her own lips! After a good ten seconds of slow dragging, the boy dragged her finger over to the painting and slowly press against the paper in small movements.

The boy dropped Sakura's paint filled hand and stepped back. "How did I do?"

Sakura was wide eyed at the apple before her. The shape was exactly as it should be the shading perfect, the lighting all at the right angles, and finally her fingerprint sliding across the painting had created texture and a sheen of her lip gloss had coated a wet covering to make it look good enough to eat!

"It looks…amazing." Sakura turned her head to smile at the boy. "Thank you."

"It's not every day that one of the school beauties asks for help."

Sakura blushed deeply. It was true that she was one of the most beautiful girls in school, but no one said it to her face with as much conviction as this boy had clearly spoken straight into her very eyes, not in the least bit nervous or flinching as he said it.

"…W-what's your name?"

"Naruto Uzumaki, at your service."

"Sakura Haruno." Sakura smiled dumbly, still looking at the boy whose name was Naruto.

"I know. Everyone knows you."

Sakura giggled, embarrassed at another true fact. Even freshman knew who she and Ino were. "How did you know what to do? The book doesn't give any insight to what to do for the apple." Sakura questioned as she mentioned the book in her book bag.

"Painting is a feeling, Sakura. You can't just read about the exact way to do it in a book. Every artist has a distinct way of doing things. You have to simply feel it." Sakura looked at Naruto's eyes and saw the passion behind them; just as much passion as she might see in her own eyes when she talked about her own hobbies and dreams for the future.

"Well, here you go, Sakura." Naruto came out of his stupor and took out a box cutter from his cargo pant's pocket to cut off the top of the canvas and handed it to Sakura before walking off. Sakura rolled it up and placed it in her bag before drying off her brushes and packed them up. With her bag on her shoulder, Sakura held onto the strap and looked at Naruto who was washing some brushes of his own by the assistant's sink. Sakura walked up and cleared her throat, immediately getting his attention once more. Sakura wanted to smile at the rush he did in cleaning his hands of the paint to give her all the time she wanted to speak to him.

"I want to thank you again. I clearly needed the help, and you were kind enough to give it."

"I'd do anything for you, Sakura. Anytime, anywhere."

"T-thank you…Naruto." Sakura blushed as red as the apple before suddenly the bell rang signaling the start of lunch. "Well, bye." Sakura muttered before walking out the door and made her way to the football field, intent on looking at her picture in the bright sunlight.

Hopefully, this is the start of something new. Updates may be fast or slow, depending on if I finish writing the last quarter of the story or not, but rest assured that most likely I'll be posting once or twice a week.