Well, I was reading this through(since I really couldn't remember sh*t about this chapter), and discovered my numerous mistakes. So I decided the same moment that I would rewrite this chapter in an instant. Really, it's the first chapter in this story, and I would not scare new readers away with my stupid fast-typing mistakes. I know that there still might be a few left, but since English is not my first language(I'm a 17 year old Danish girl, yay), please don't mind it. Focus on the story, that's what I want to give you guys. My crazy imagination.

Disclaimer: I am not the owner or creator of anything, except the plot itself. Anything else is either credited to Masashi Kishimoto(the creator of the characters, cities, etc.), or the other rightful owners of IRL things that might be mentioned in this story.

Enjoy.

"GET UP, YOU LAZY BRAT!"

She slowly squinted her eyes open. Stupid fucking morning sun.

"GET. UP!"

Now fully awake, she jumped out of the bed.

"Jeez, I'm coming!" The girl replied hurried, and almost ran downstairs to get breakfast(and avoid more of her father's wrath). It's was 06:45 in the morning, and well, it was too early in her opinion. So much for not being a morning person.

As she opened the fridge to grab some jam to drop on her toast, her father entered the kitchen.

"Are you really gonna eat that?" He commented, scrunching his nose up in disgust. "You'll become even fatter than you already are before I make my way back from work!"

"Sorry." she replied flatly, and put the jam and bread back in place, and instead went to grab an apple from the fruit basket on the dark brown wooden desk in the kitchen. Taking small bites from it, she got upstairs again to get herself dressed from her night clothes. She placed the now half eaten apple on her desk, and started to brush her hair carefully. She had always been proud of her hair, even of the strange color. You surely didn't see a lot of girls out there with waist length pink hair and black dip-dye. It made her stand out. But it was also why it was easy to pick on her. If it wasn't for her temper.

'A new school again..' she thought. She had just moved to Konoha from Mist, after her father got a new job in the town. They were very rich, and lived a luxury life in a, now new, luxury house. To other people, her dad seemed as a nice man; but he wasn't, at least not when he was with his only daughter. He started to abuse her at every change he got, after her mother died in a traffic accident. Which he blamed his daughter for. "You shouldn't have interrupted our conversation!" he had stated every time she brought up the topic on how she missed her. Well, maybe he was right.

Shaking those thoughts out of her head, she put her brush down again, and started to apply a little make-up. A medium-layed eyeliner around her eyes, and then a thin layer of mascara, to cover her pink colored lashes. She didn't waste her time with applying foundation or powder; She didn't need that, since her skin was naturally pale and blemish-free. 'That should do it.' She went to her dresser, and grabbed some clean clothes. She chose some light blue jeans, normal, plain black socks, a white top, and then a black, long sleeved leather jacket. She looked herself over in the mirror, satisfied. She was actually very thin, with womanly curves. Nice hips, long slender legs, pretty big breast(C cup, but probably soon a D), and yet, she was muscular. She had a man's strength, and wasn't afraid to use it, if she needed it. But still too thin, but she couldn't do anything about it. Her father just wouldn't allow her any more food than she was just able to survive. Okay, probably more than just that, but you get the point.

Taking a quick look at the clock on her nightstand, she gasped lightly; it was 07:36. She should really be leaving by now, since it would definitely not look good if she was late on her first day. Quickly tossing her black sneakers on, she grabbed her back with the most necessary things in it, checking if she had anything she needed: Her IPod, phone, purse, and so on. Oh, and her headphones. Do not forget the Boze headphones. Ever. That shit was good.

Making her way downstairs, she headed for the door, but was too late to escape the yelling from her father.

"Are you really gonna look like this at your first day of school? You look like a slut!" Squeezing her eyes shot, she stormed out of the door, over to her black and lime green Kawasaki Ninja, her stomach suddenly began to rumble, reminding her of the forgotten apple upstairs. 'Well, fuck it.' She thought, and started to drive to her new hell.

After 5 minutes of driving(or racing, in her case) it came into view. It was pretty big, she had to admit, and was filled with students everywhere. As she drove into the parking lot, she was earning a lot of gazes from the other students. Maybe because she didn't have a helmet on? No, it was definitely her hair. It was always the hair. She parked it gently, got off, and began to walk to the entrance. More students stared at her, so openly that it made her extremely uncomfortable, but she just shrugged it off and continued inside.

-Sakura P.O.V-

After walking through a hell of hallways, I finally found the school's office. Hesitantly I lifted my hand, and knocked twice. As I heard a 'Come in!' from the other side, I opened the door, and expected to see an old, cranky lady sit behind a desk with papers everywhere. But it wasn't what I saw. She had long blond hair tied in two low ponytails, brown eyes, and monstrous breast, who almost popped out of her forest green blouse. She had a gentle smile on her lips, hands folded on her almost bare desk. Well, that wasn't expected.

"Oh, you must be our new student, Sakura Haruno?" she greeted with a small smile on her red colored lips.

"Yes, it's me" I answered politely, with a small bow.

"Here is your schedule, locker key and -number, and your school ID." she said, and handed me the things.

" Well, you may just walk to your class now, since it's about to start. I hope you enjoy your stay here at Konohagakure High School," she said.

"Thank you madam," I said, bowed again and left the room. Outside I decided to check which class I was going to first.

'Homeroom with Kakashi Hatake in room 68.. Well, sounds fun'

'Hell yeah, and our dad is a sweet guy!' Inner answered.

I decided to ignore Inner, and began instead to walk down the hallway, in hope of reaching class in time. I currently was beside room 54, so it shouldn't be so far away. After 5 minutes of walking, I found it. Taking a deep breath, I opened it the door, only to realize at least fifteen pairs of eyes looking curiously at me.

"You must be our new student" a teacher said. He had silver spiky hair, and a mask covering up half of his face, the neck, mouth and nose.

'Is he having a kind of disease of something?' Inner questioned.

'How the heck should I know?' I snapped back at her, before turning my attention the silver haired man.

"Yes I am." I answered.

"Then, tell us a little bit about yourself"

I began; "Well, my name is Sakura Haruno, I am 16 years old, and born the 12. July. What I like and dislike, you may find out by yourselves."

The teacher looked at me with no expression across his face, and then looked to the class. I guess he was used to troublesome students.

"Any questions?" Fifteen hands flew up, and before Kakashi could pick one, I quickly said:

"And before you even ask, I can answer nearly all you questions in a few words. -NO, my hair is NOT dyed." Ten hands flew down, leaving five left.

Kakashi sighed, and then picked one which hand still was up.

"Is the black in your hair dyed then?" a little brunette asked.

I could only sweatdrop that moment. "No, it just magically turned pink when I was seven, which explains why it only has black ends." When the girl had a confused look crossing over her face, I smirked and continued: " Of course it's dyed. But the pink is all natural".

Kakashi picked another one.

"Is your favorite color pink?" A blonde boy with blue eyes asked, and I sighed.

"No it's not."

"What is it then?" He continued.

"Lime green, blue and black. Can't choose." I simply answered, hoping it would cut him off, but it didn't.

"Movie type?"

"Horror, Anime and Science Fiction."

"Hair and eye color?

"Anything unusual."

"Cake?"

"I don't like cake." Several gasps was heard from the students.

"You don't like cake?" He gaped.

"No."

"Well.. Favorite food then?"

"It eat what I get served, but I have something for dango and ramen."

"I LOVE RAMEN!"

"Enough, Naruto." 'Finally..'

"Aww man, you're no fun Kakashi-Sensei, Dattebayo." The boy named Naruto sulked.

"That might be. Well Sakura, you may sit next to Gaara. Gaara, please raise your hand." Kakashi said.

Said boy raised his hand, and I turned my gaze at him. Red hair, black lined icy blue eyes, and an expression that told he just hated life. Great. I sighed, and went over to take the seat next to him, only to feel at least 100 eyes on me. I quietly sat down, not bothering to look at the boy besides me, and place my head in my hand, hoping we could get over with it soon. Twenty minutes later, I could still fell eyes boring into my back, and I started to rub my temples to get the feeling away. I could only feel somehow pleased, when Kakashi put a movie on about Second World War. Still, I felt like some eyes never left my back.

-Gaara P.O.V-

I took a quick glance at her when she sat down. I had to admit, that she was a beautiful girl, but I wouldn't think any further about her. She'll probably just become another fangirl of the Uchiha. And with that thought, I noticed him staring at her. He just sat there, pinching his eyes in her poor back. Or lower, perhaps? I knitted my fist in anger. Couldn't he just see one girl without thinking about how he would fuck her? He disgusted me to no end with that proud Uchiha look, and sometimes so much, that I was glad to have so much self-control, else I would definitely have punched it off his stupid face. My thoughts were interrupted when something flying catched my eye. A paper had hit the new girl's back. She bowed down to take the crumble, with an annoyed look crossing face in the dim light of the movie. She uncurled the paper, and started reading it, and I couldn't help by taking a glance and see what it said.

'Hey baby, would ya like to come down to my place later and have some fun?

-Sasuke

I growled slightly. That was just too much. I was just about to turn around and punch the crap out of him, when I saw Sakura's reaction. And I have to admit, that she handled him better with words, than I could have done fists.

-Sakura P.O.V-

That was just too much. I was mad. That 'Sasuke' had now official pissed me off. I really didn't work well with me being the nice, quiet student. I turned around, and looked behind.

"Okay, which one of you guys is Sasuke?"

A rather handsome boy, with onyx eyes and jet black hair styled like a chicken butt, smirked.

"It's me. I take it like you accept my offer then. I'll see you at my house at 5," he said, maybe a little too confident.

'Let's have some fun with him' Inner thought. And I could only agree.

"I would love to!" I smiled, maybe a little too innocent. His smirk only grew wider, while a blonde boy with something that looked like whisker across his face looked rather surprised.

"Told ya" Sasuke said to him.

"-But only if you weren't a complete asshole, and had hair which looks like a chicken's ass." I finished.

Sasuke's jaw dropped, which was almost a pleasure to me. A lot of the other students grew wide eyed, others laughed, and then there were some who just didn't care at all, like that Gaara and another guy with black pineapple hair.

"You stupid bitch. Who do you even think you are, Pinky?" He snapped.

"I'm myself, asshole. Try to listen; I would maybe consider having some fun, if it weren't with you. Fun for Pinky here is to watch a horror movie, beat the crap out of someone like you, or train. Fun for you, is probably just to fuck some random chick and get AIDS. So please count me out, I'm not going to play your game, so go home and play with yourself, Chicken Butt. I doubt you do anything else when you couldn't get laid." I 'simply' answered.

Sasuke, now completely red of anger, growled.

"This isn't over yet, bitch."

"Tempt me" I snapped.

Kakashi was about to interrupt us for interrupting the movie, but the bell rang, before he could give a sound. I raised from my seat, only to be pushed down by an angry Sasuke storming out. My balance dropped, and I prepared to fall, but got catched by a strong pair of arms. I looked up, to see red hair. "You were pretty entertaining." He said.

"Uhm, thanks. I just hate that kind of guys. Only thinking about one thing, you know."

"Hm." Was his only answer. Then, I realized I still were in his arms, and quickly flew up.

"Thanks again, I gotta go now. I have.." I looked down at my schedule "history with Kurenai."

"I can take you there. It's the same as myself." He simply said.

I nodded, and he started to walk. I followed beside him, quiet. There was a thing about this boy, I just couldn't put a finger on. In all secret, I glanced a few times at him, taking his features in. What really caught my eye was the Kanji symbol of 'Love' carved in his forehead, over the left eye. In a way, it looked like a scar. I would ask him about that later, now was just not the time, since we were just outside the classroom now. After walking a few minutes, with no small-talking at all, we got inside, and I went through the same thing again, to introduce myself. I was just happy about that there was no Sasuke in this class.

~Time skip: Lunch ~

I just took a pear, since I didn't really was that hungry, and went upstairs to find the schools roof. I couldn't help it; I needed a cigarette. Now. Looking around for what seemed like hours and crossing a shitload of 'Only janitors allowed' and 'No students here' signs, I finally found it. Opening the door in one swift movement, I walked over to sit on the edge. I fished after the packet in my pocket, took one out, and lit it. I felt the smoke pass through my lungs, and I sighed, feeling relaxed. That was until I registered that I hadn't heard the door smack. I turned my head to glance backwards, and saw some shadows appear.

"What do we have here? A bad girl, huh?" A masculine voice grinned. 'Ah, fucking great! So much for having some freaking peace.' I looked over at him, and almost got surprised. Almost. He was blue. Tall and blue. With boyish blue hair. And he had a wide smirk over his face. Beside him stood a- ..Wait, was it a boy or girl? Well..-a thing, who had long blond hair, with its right side sat up in a ponytail, and the left hanging down.

I just ignored them, turned my head again and continued smoking on my cigarette.

"You're sitting on our spot, un." The blonde thing said with a deep voice. I just guessed on he was a male.

"Does it look like I care?" I said, certainly uninterested.

"Well, well, a feisty one! I like that" Blue grinned. "We will let you sit there today, I don't mind female company every once in a while."

I lifted my eyebrow, but still moved to right, allowing the blue man to sit down beside me.

"You're the new student, right?" Blue asked, while he lit his own cigarette.

"Yeas I am. Sakura Haruno."

"I'm Kisame, nice to meet ya" he smiled, while holding his hand out. I switched my cigarette over the left hand, and shook his with the right.

"Nice to meet you too" I told him.

"I'm Deidara, un." Said the blonde, also holding his hand out, which I also took.

"Nice to meet you, Deidaraun" I greeted. He got a sour look over his face; my plan worked.

"It's DEIDARA! …un" I smirked at his tardiness.

"I know, I was just teasin' ya"

Kisame laughed, sounding like a deep bass. "I like her already"

Deidara just 'hmp'ed'.

~Normal P.O.V~

They continued to have some small-talk, and then Sakura finished her cigarette, and stood up. "I'm leaving now guys" she said. "Alright pinky." Kisame nodded. "See you soon." He grinned. She just nodded, turned around, and began to hum 'Blue(Da Ba Dee)', loudly enough for Kisame to hear. She could hear him laugh as she moved downstairs, and on to the next classes.

The time flew, with introductions, talking and snapping, and finally, she was heading home. Her father wouldn't come back before tomorrow(business trip), so she had the entire house for herself. She would enjoy the time while she could, so she went to the private training rooms to do some simple pole dancing. It had captured her when she was nine years old, when she saw a video on the Internet with a girl doing pole dance. That moment, she decided she would do the same. So she did. As the time passed she became extremely good, but wouldn't go to any competitions, since pole dancing was not something to be proud of doing in society. The other reason was that she constantly had bruises, and since pole dancing required almost a minimal of clothes(it's easier to stay on the pole with skin contact than textile), so that wouldn't look good. So she only did it at home, but it was enough for her. As long as she had possibility to dance, she was happy.

Walking inside the big room with mirrors on the walls and two poles in the center, she changed into black hot pants and a sports bra. Pulling her hair up in a ponytail, she walked over to the pole. Placing her hand on the cold metal, she swung herself up.

-Time skip: Three hours later-

Sakura wiped the sweat off her forehead with a towel. Her whole body was sore, since she decided halfway into her training, that she would train some of her new, but extremely difficult tricks and spins. She should never have done that. Her legs and arms burned, and now, the only thing she had in mind was to go to bed. After taking a quick shower, she went to her bed while checking her cellphone. Sigh.. Two missed calls from her father, which was really bad. One missed call was bad, but two.. Deciding that she was too tired to care about it, she dropped her phone on her nightstand, and crawled under the covers. Taking a steady breath, she closed her eyes, and began to meditate herself into sleep. She was slowly drifting away, when-

So scream if you wanna, shout if you need to, just let it-

"What now.." she groaned, and took a glance at the annoying silver object. Grabbing her phone, she flipped it open.

"Hello?" She murmured sleepily into the phone.

"Hey Spitfire! Guess who it is!"

So! That's it for now. Happy reading, next chapter up soon. The story is just getting started, so more info and excitement in the next chapter, don't worry.