This is the second fanfic I've posted, yay! Anyway, I figured enough people probably read Naruto fanfics that I might actually get some hits on this one. So without further ado, I present to you what it would be like if the Naruto characters went to a school for the performing arts. And of course, I've added an OC, because Sasuke really needed somebody who had a chance of winning an argument against him (evil grin). I'll try to mimic each characters' personalities as best I can, so bear with me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. Believe me, Vic Mignogna would have gotten the part of Orochimaru if I did.

P.S. I am a Vic Mignogna fangirl, as you might have guessed. Anyway, enjoy!

I stared out the car window through the rain, wondering why Sasuke didn't just pull the car over. It was coming down thick, and sounded like a dull roar. The windshield wipers were probably going to overheat, from the amount of work they were doing.

I winced as the clapping of thunder enveloped the world, drowning out the sound of the rain for an instant. "Pull over," I begged Sasuke. He glanced at me before returning his attention to the road. It was the first time I'd spoken since we got into the car- three hours earlier. "Let's just wait it out."

"No," he said firmly, shaking his head. "Look. Just ahead there are blue skies. We'll be driving out of this storm in just a few minutes."

I sighed. "Whatever." Throwing him a glare he didn't notice, I reached into the bag on the dashboard and pulled out my iPod and a book with dog-eared pages. I jammed the ear buds in and cranked the volume up way high, trying to drown the sound of the rain and thunder out with Linkin Park. I flipped my book open to the marked page and read half-heartedly. The story had just finished with a good action scene and was beginning to get dull.

Six songs later, Sasuke wrenched my left ear bud out. "What?" I snapped, pausing the song and glaring at him. We were out of the rain now, at a crappy gas station in the middle of nowhere.

"I just filled the tank up," he informed me. "I'm going inside. You want anything?"

I yanked my other ear bud out and clambered from the car. "Yeah. A bathroom and a Dragon's Blood."

Dragon's Blood was what I called my own personal mixture of fountain drinks- one-fourth Dr. Pepper, one-fourth Root Beer, and one-half Cherry Cola. Sasuke rolled his eyes, never having been a big supporter of my odd taste in soft drinks.

I got out of the restroom in time to add a pack of Doritos to our bill, and Sasuke and I went back out to the car and got in. "How far away are we from Konaha, anyway?" I asked, opening the Doritos and cramming two into my mouth. I love Doritos.

"An hour, maybe less," Sasuke shrugged, taking a drink of his lemon tea. "Why, are you bored?" He stuck the keys in the ignition and started the car.

"Yeah, let's go with that," I sighed. "I just want to get to the crummy school and get my life started again."

"You know, you've only complained about the place since they offered you the scholarship. So why are you going there?" Sasuke asked, swiping a couple Doritos as he pulled out of the gas station and got back on the highway.

I stared at my lap. "It was better than...being there anymore."

Sasuke raised an eyebrow and looked me over. "You know, maybe if you didn't dress like that, you would have attracted more attention."

My cheeks burned. "Shut up!"

I have no fashion sense. I disappoint Mom so much. She's a fashion designer, and she cringes every time she sees the clothes I choose to wear. Today, for instance, I was wearing sweats, a ratty pair of black and white sneakers, and a T-shirt bearing the logo of one of my favorite animes, Fullmetal Alchemist.

"Whatever," I mumbled. "I don't care how I look-everyone else does."

Sasuke shook his head. "I can't believe we're related."

"Not by blood," I reminded him bitterly, cramming four Doritos into my mouth and almost choking on them.

Sasuke and I are siblings. He's a year older than me, and every time we go out together, people think we're dating, because we look nothing alike. I was adopted when I was a year old, and I don't remember anything about my parents. I came with a first name-no last. So, I became Samayu Uchiha, daughter of one of the richest families in the country.

Sasuke has everything as far as luck goes. Life comes naturally to him. He has great fashion sense, always wearing navy blues and blacks in styles that emphasize his sculpted body. He's really smart, and I have to jump through hoops to reach the expectations my teachers have after having taught the elder Uchiha before I came along. And he's -there is no other word for it- sexy. He has raven black hair, blue eyes the color of midnight, high cheekbones, full lips, the whole nine yards. He has applied for seven restraining orders on girls who were stalking him. Almost every girl at our old school had a crush on Sasuke Uchiha.

Before you get the wrong idea, I'm not in love with Sasuke. He's my brother, even if not by blood, and that would be creepy. Sure, I love him, but it's really hard to fall in love with someone who's been annoying the hell out of you for fourteen years.

Anyway, then there's me. I'm what people call petite; short and tiny. Except for my feet. My feet are almost too big for my body. My mother calls my shoes boats. My hair is wavy and ripples down to my mid-back. It was originally brown, but I begged my mother until she finally let me dye it auburn. I don't mean to sound conceited, but I thought it looked pretty damn cool. I'm smart, I guess. I have the highest GPA in my class, but I still don't get grades as good as Sasuke's. Oh, right- and no boy would go out with me for ten billion dollars. I'm weird, apparently. I would rather talk about a book or what anime show I was watching than talk to the other girls about how hot this one guy was or who was breaking up with who.

My only claim to fame was my performances in our school musicals. I landed the lead role my freshman year in West Side Story, which was unheard of for any school. My sophomore year, I again landed the lead role in Footloose. Some freshman who was always insanely jealous of me threw a fit when she didn't even get a role with speaking lines, let alone a solo. She took every chance to explain to the director that she had to be the lead since her parents had invited talent scouts to see her perform. Evidently she had been hot stuff at her middle school, but she was unimpressive at our high school. The director wouldn't budge.

Opening night, after the curtain shut, some woman came backstage and found me. She had a clipboard and looked like some CEO. She introduced herself as the main talent scout for Konaha's School of the Performing Arts and offered me a full scholarship for my junior and senior years. I said I'd think about it.

The little freshman who the talent scouts had been supposed to "discover" threw a fit and did some fast texting and blogging and facebooking and any other networking you can think of. I never found out because I'm a social retard and am not on any information sharing websites.

I got to school the next day and everyone HATED me. And everyone who didn't hate me was too scared of being hated by the other people to say they didn't hate me or act like they didn't hate me. I'm still not entirely sure what the little bitch did to screw me over, but whatever it was, it worked. With outstanding speed. The rumor mill was spewing all sorts of crap about me, and to be honest I didn't listen to the gossip, even if it was about me. What was the point, anyway?

I went home and filed my application for the Konaha School of the Performing Arts faster than ASAP.

It's not as though I was very popular to begin with. Quite the opposite, actually. I was so outside the social circle that If the school's gossip ring was surrounded by an ocean, I'd be the island six hundred miles away. My clothes didn't help attract attention, and any attention they did attract pushed people away. And I'm super sarcastic, and nobody there appreciated my wit, either.

I slid down in the front seat and shoved my ear buds back in. "Whatever," I sighed again. "Just drive fast."

Sasuke had to hit me on the arm to pull me out of my little world of music and reading. I pulled my headphones out and looked at him, not amused. "Yeah?"

"Get out of the car. We're here," he said, shoving his own door open and climbing out.

"Yay," I muttered, clambering out of the car and getting my first glimpse of the school. "Holy crow."

It didn't look anything like a school. It looked like a mansion, like there was some insanely rich family living inside. The grounds were huge, with smaller houses littered all over, like a small village. I hadn't even noticed when we'd arrived, but we must have been on school property for ten minutes already. The only thing that indicated this was the sign in front of the mansion that read KONAHA ACADEMY FOR THE PERFORMING ARTS.

Sasuke grabbed my arm, causing me to start. "Done looking?" he asked.

"I changed my mind. Take me home."

"No way." He pulled me towards the front door of the school.

Sasuke is a classical genius. He applied for the school when I got my scholarship, and they accepted him immediately. He plays classical piano mostly, but he also kicks ass on the violin. I'm not entirely sure that was even possible until Sasuke picked up a violin.

Sasuke drug me into the school. The front room reminded me of a hotel lobby, a very grand hotel lobby. What surprised me was that the décor was extremely modern. The only things that looked out of place were the winding staircases. As a matter of fact, I could tell this room was designed originally to be like those royal mansions in England, not a school with a bunch of modern furniture.

"Sasuke and Samayu Uchiha," Sasuke announced, marching up to the desk. A girl sat behind it, looking way too jovial for somebody with a desk job who has to greet reluctant kids such as myself all day. She had pink hair- yes, pink- that was cut to her shoulders and pushed back with a blue headband. She was wearing a pink dress, just a shade darker than her hair, which had a big white circular outline, half of it on the right side of her stomach and the other half stretched to her mid-back.

She rummaged around in the desk and pulled out two folders. One she handed to me, the other she handed to Sasuke.

And her eyes got HUGE. She literally was giving him this creepy, obsessive stare that indicated, "Hi, I'm going to be your next stalker." It was actually rather disturbing.

"So, Sasuke Uchiha, huh?" The girl said in a rush, turning so red that she might have been mistaken for a ripe tomato if you didn't already know she was a girl. "I'm Sakura Haruno. I'm a junior. What year will you be?"

Sasuke flipped open his folder, completely indifferent to Sakura's infatuation with him. "Senior."

Her face fell. "Oh…cool. You want me to show you around campus?"

Sasuke snapped his folder shut. "No," he said, turning to walk back out of the school. "Samayu, I'm unloading the luggage. Come out whenever." He whisked out of the school.

Sakura turned to me, envy plastered across her face. "Your boyfriend is so hot."

I rolled my eyes. "He's not my boyfriend. He's my brother. Guess you weren't paying attention. He introduced me, too. Samayu Uchiha."

Her expression lit back up. Talk about extremely bipolar. "Oh! Okay then!"

I held up my folder. "What's in this thing anyway?"

She counted it off on her fingers. "Class schedule, school map, list of class events, and rooming assignments."

"Okay, thanks."

"What's your field of study?" Sakura asked.

"Well, I'm on scholarship for drama and voice."

"Awesome! Drama's my field. Maybe we'll be in the same class."

"Yeah, sure. Anyway, Sasuke's probably annoyed as Hell because I'm not out there yet. See you around."

I raced out of the school as fast as I could. That Sakura girl kind of freaked me out. I mean, I'd never seen so much pink on a human being before. Pink is my least favorite color.

Sasuke had already gotten all the suitcases out of the car- all twelve of them. "Um…how many are mine?" I asked. I only packed two.

Sasuke shut the trunk. "Eight of them."

I froze. "What?" I sprinted forward and wrenched one of them open. A pile of clothes that definitely weren't mine toppled out. "Oh, God! Mom repacked my suitcases!" I wailed. I hope she left my manga alone.

Sasuke smirked. "I know."

I leapt up and turned on him. "You knew? How did you know?"

"I helped repack them."

I stared at him, my fingers twitching. Finally, wanting to murder him, I launched myself forward, shrieking in wordless rage, and attacked him. I didn't get very far. I landed a couple of punches, but he had me on the ground and pinned down after about a minute. I've never once won a wrestling match against him.

"I didn't think you wanted this place to think you were as weird as the last one. Cool it." Sasuke released me. "I'm getting out of here." He left his luggage and got in the car, starting it and heading towards the school parking lot. I threw a rock at his back windshield and missed it by a long shot. Damn.

I sat down on one of my suitcases and sighed, opening my folder. May as well get this party started.

That concludes chapter one! And I might point out that there is a lovely review button a little lower on the screen. I will love you forever if you take the time to do something with it. I won't give a set number, but I'll post chapter two when I get a couple reviews. And in the meantime, I've got a Mushishi fanfic some of you might enjoy...I'll love you even more if you read and review that one! (Infected. Read it. Love it. Review it. Please? =3)

Furtherly (is that even a word?) I think it would be fun if in your reviews-if you review-if you guys told me which specialties or instruments you think the Naruto characters should be involved in. Here's a hint: The Sand Siblings are one band and Naruto and most of his friends are another. Also, if you all have preferences of who should date who (no yaoi, please).

Let's have fun with this!