Fem!Sasuke, Fem!Iruka, and Fem!Kimimaro

Part One

"...I can't get laid in this town, without these pointy fucking shoes..." ~Say Anything

The crowd is in joyful hysterics by the time we hit the tenth song, with the foreshadowing combination of a wicked guitar and drum solo making the guys and gals in the audience scream louder. I hit all the right octaves, adrenaline coursing threw my veins. I take in a deep breath before I hit the bridge.

Hey Hey Everybody

Listen To Me!

Grab Your Guns,

Grab Your Knives,

We're Gonna Need To Survive!

Outside, There Is Another Challenge To Fight

We're Not The Ones Alive...This Time..

No Is Not Exceptable

So Don't You Even Try To...

Back Down...

From...

This Warrrrrrr!

Warrrrrrrr!

I let the guitarist electrify the crowd with a solo as I do a great imitation of a bobble head as I move my body back and forth to the beat. I do a small spin as I make my way to our bassist on the right side of the stage, video cameras following my every move.

I slid behind the appathetic member and (seemingly) roughly grab a handful of her hair, tilting her head to the left. I look deeply into the camera, this one projects to the big screen, and manage to pull off my 'lustful' (from what I've been told) look and slowly lick my players neck. She continues playing, as if I'm not even there. Tons of girls in the crowd scream, the ones in the front row throw themselves toward the stage. The males of the extremely large gathering, shout words of encouragement. I swiftly and sharply pull my head back and lightly shove her head, she not minding at all.I make my way back to my mike to finish the song.

We Are The Zombie Resolution!

Their Not Gonna Eat Our Full Metal Heart Out,

We Are The Zombie Reolution!

All instruments stop and every member in the band pitch in with the last few words.

You Know We Will Fight,

For Our Right,

To Stay Alive...

The song ends with drum roll and when the drummer hits the last note, the lights shut off, signaling the end of the concert. The curtains drop and we quickly make it back stage to sign autographs and take pictures with the fans we have accumulated over the past three years. A local Youtube news broadcasting channel comes up to me. The spokes girl turns to the camera.

"Hello Entertainment Central, this is Naiomi Shoju coming at you live, backstage with this alternative indie rock group that has been boogling the minds of teens all across the Five Elemental Nations! As you can see, I'm here with the lead singer of this underground sensation." The teen reporter turned to me, and started to ask me short questions so I could get back to my fans who were screaming behind me. She finally got to her last question. "Ok, before we go back to Ami in the studio, I have to ask one question, for those have not have heard of you yet."

"Ask away love." I say smoothly. Naiomi prompty blushed and took a deep breath before continuing.

"What is the name of this rocktastic band." she said, holding the mike up to my face since I was a full head taller than her.

"Rocktastic? I like it, might make it into a new song." She looked shocked at this, hand holding the mike staggering a bit. "As for our name? We go by False Memory."Naiomi, who had regained her posture, turned back to the cameraman with a new energetic smile.

"Well, there you have it rock and trollers, this was False Memory live at their rock concert, lead by Konoha's very own Naruto Uzumaki!"

"Naruto Uzumaki..."

"Naruto Kazi..."

"NARUTO KAZI!"

~Friday, December 12~

My head shot up off the desk, hand slamming down on my pencil, which sent it flying to the front to the classroom before it embedded itself in the wall...and an inch away from Ebisu-Sensi's head. The whole classroom burst into laughter while Ebisu tried to come to terms with my pencil almost becoming one with his eye socket. I shrunk down in my seat, the red and orange scarf around my most of my face and neck making me seem even smaller. I unconsciously pull the hood of my gray hoodie down over my forehead, onlymy eyes were noticable.

Ebisu eventually got his mojo back and started a rant on why sleeping in class is bad and blah blah blah until the bell rung, bringing this tiring day of school to an end. Before I could escape, Ebisu gave me more homework, which isn't so bad considering math isn't so hard for me in the first place (I'm a straight B student, not enough to get noticed but just enough to be ignored).

I gathered my bag and quickly ran down the halls, pulling on my hooded peacoat in the process. I was so close to the exit that I didn't even see the person I suddenly body slammed into. I skidded to a stop and turned around, but immediately ran back when I noticed a female brunette sitting on the floor. Now usual I would have walked back since she was female or just shout an apology on my way out the door if it was a male, but the fact that this bruenette was the bruenette, I wasted no time in helping her before minons attacked.

Sprawled on the floor was one Satsuki Uchiha, the beautiful, popular...and most stuck up, annoying bitch who had been sent directly from the underworld just to torment me for the rest of my high school life. Though the idiots who follow threw with all her wimsy desires think different. To them she is the prom queen, the cheer captain, vice president of the student body conucil, the straight A honor student that has looks to back up her social standing as daughter to the President of Sharigan, the corperation that sells all the latest phones with the best data plans of the century.

I gathered up her books as quickly as possible and handed them to her, eager to get the hell out of there. But no matter what my godfather says about my luck, it seemed to have had abandoned me at that very moment as Satsuki grabbed a hold of my wrist and when I tried (keyword: tried) to tug it back, her grip just got stronger (which is quite shocking as the girl looks as fragile as a porcelian doll, what with her heart shaped face and long wavy black hair and her big, dark, heavy lashed anime brown eyes. Not to mention she was only 5'3 1/2 and she seemed even smaller with me being 6'2.)

She looked me dead in the eyes with her most emotionless expression (also adds to the doll factor), my heart pounding, wanting to leave this awkward situaton as fast as possible. Then I heard it. The nosiy chatter mixing in with the rapaidly approachng footsteps. Highschoolers. And it was the rest Konoha's 10, the most popular group in this socially corrupt school, that had to stumble upon us and this deranged scene.

There was Sakura Haruno and Ino Yamanaka, co-captains of the cheer squad and have been Satsuki's friend since gradeschool. Sakura's parents where known politaticans while Ino's family produce some of the finest flowers around.

Then there were the Hyuugas, Neji and Hinata, who were the respected children to the twin Hyuuga brother's who own Hyuuga Med., the largest medical institution that studies diseases and sells one of the top brand medicine and medical machinery thoughout the nations. Hinata was one of the two who don't join in when The Konoha 10 harass me. Neji is the Tai Kwon Dō male captain and Hinata the student body president.

Kiba Inuzuka, heir to the famous Inuzuka Pet Care Company, which is basically a bigger, more extreme and sucessful version of the ASPCA. He was captain of the soccer team.

TenTen Shizuma and her adopted brother Rock Lee, who are the children to Miharu Shizuma, well known martial artists who just so happens to own Shinobi Fitness, which was the only national gym membership anyone would join. TenTen is the track, swimming and softball captain while Lee does cross country, baseball, Tai Kwon Do and lacrosse, at the while still maintaining a good grade point average.

Shikamaru Nara, was the son of the head of Shadow Pages, a publishing company who publish the most popular magazines and books, especially Jiraiya Hatake's popular adult fiction series, Icha Icha. This also explains his high IQ standing and is known for his addiction to cigarettes. He is the second person not to torment me as he finds it to 'troublesome'.

And last but not least there was Choji Akimichi, who's family owns many diners and restaurants and the occasional fast food joint. He is captain of the wrestling team and has known Shikamaru since they were three.

With them making their grand appearence and their dedicated groupies nearby, I knew there was no escaping this one. And Satsuki takes the time now to let go. The little heiress practically planned all this! I slowly look up to see Kiba Inuzuka smirking.

"What are you doing around this loner, Satsuki-chan? Is he bothering you?" the dog lover asked as Sakura and Ino helped her off the ground.

"He made me fall." she said in a monotone voice, opening the latest phone her father wanted her to try out. Why, oh why, Kami-sama did she have to say it like that?!

"Did he now?" Neji said in a knowning tone, looking down on me as if I was an ant.

"Don't you have any manners, Scholar Boy?" Ino said as she wiped the imaginary dirt off of Satsuki's uniform blazer, the brunette not even noticing as she typed away on her keyboard.

"Shouldn't you be hiding away in the band room this time of the week anyway, Lonely Boy." Sakura taunted in a sing-song voice.

"Let's see how he likes falling down the steps!" Choji said as Kohona 10 started to advance on me. That was my que. As fast as I could, I clumsily got up and dashed out the door, Neji, Lee, Kiba and Choji hot on my tail. They chased me all over campus and it was only when I hid in between the buildings and not get spotted did my luck come back to me. Only when I was sure they gave up did I run back to the front gates, turned right and ran as fast as I could.

I gradualy slowed my pace until I was sure none of her worshipers had followed me. I continued like this and was about to cross the street until a shiny black cab stopped infront of my path. I held my breath as the drivers window rolled down, revealing a young man with slightly spiky white hair that was somehow covering his left eye while still defying gravity. The surgical mask he had on hid the bottom of his face (from his nose to his chin) from view, just like my scarf.

I thought about running off again but sighed, knowing it would be no use. If he found me five blocks away from my school, he would find me in five more. He stepped out of the drivers seat, closed the door, and proceed to open my door for me. I shoved myself disheartitly inside and crossed my arms when he closed the door. It was only when he started to talk that made me think how stupid it was not to run. "Naruto-sama, you know your suppose to walk three blocks to the left of the academy to greet me. Do you honestly think I enjoy chasing you around the neighborhood?"

"Yes." I said grumbled under my breath. Kakashi chuckled as he turned us around the corner.

"Now, Naruto-sama, what exactly do you think your father would say had he known you had abandoned your sense of direction, hmm?" he questioned, knowing it would get a rise out of me. Anything to do with my parents did.

"How would he know? He's too busy contemplating what to do with the money he's aquired from most of the companies in the Elemental Nations. Its actually insulting how you think he gives a damn about my sense of direction." I said darkly. Kakashi sighed.

"Naruto-sama, you know Minato-sama loves you very much and is very proud of you for getting into The Konoha Academy by pure intelligance alone." That might have actually ment something if I wasn't mimicking every word the driver said, as he has said it before and will most likely say it again in order to convince me that Minato Namikaze notices he has a son. I muttered curses under my breath as the cab finally pulled up to the estate, stopping for five minutes so Kakashi could put in the security code.

When the gates finally opened and he began to drive up the long path to the front gate, I pondered on how weird my life is. I'm Naruto Namikaze, son to the ever most famous monopolist Minato Namikaze and the worldwide known voilinist and fashion designer Kushina Namikaze, lone heir to Namikaze International as it my grandfather believed only a male could run the company. I was a billionaire's handsome kid who was a prodigy at a number of instruments. I'm also Naruto Uzumaki, creater and lead singer of False Memory, a slowly rising to fame alternative indie rock band. But the kids at school don't know that.

To them I'm a clutz, the unitentional class clown, the one not smart enough to get A's but not dumb enough to get anything below a B. The one who stays after school on Fridays to hang out in the band room. The one with no friends. The one who got in to this expensive private school on a scholarship. To them I'm no one...and that's exactly how I want it.

A/N: Hoped you liked it, never wrote a story in first person before. The lyrics uses are mine, and mine alone. Reviews make the world go round and writers block at bay.