Summary
Sakura has never believed in Ghosts... too bad she attends the frightfully haunted Konoha High, and has some Ghost entusiastic friends! Being pulled into Ghost Stories is one thing... but finding the reasons behind them is another. What has Sakura gotten herself into?


Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. I wish I did, but I don't D:

Gosh, I seem to be writing new fics all over the place, don't I? My MS Word folders are full of them... oh well! In any case, this is one I particularly like, and while the first chapter may not be very exciting, I promise that it gets better as the story goes along. I don't remember where I got the idea for this, and it probably isn't very original... but I like it lots, anyway!

In any case, if you've never read my works before, my names Dyeh :D! Pleasure to meet you!

I'm on summer break, so hoprefully, when I get into this fic a bit more, I'll be able to update frequently! I hope. If I don't update in more then two weeks, kick me, mmkay?

Anywho, read and enjoy :D! (And please leave a review.)

Ghosts of Konoha High

Prologue

Haruno Sakura slammed her bag down on her desk in the most unlady-like fashion. Parents! Why did she have them? Groaning, she slid into her chair, resting her chin on her hand, her other hand flat on her forehead, shielding her eyes. Parents were some of the most annoying things in existence – if they would only go away!

No eyes followed her temper tantrum – Sakura, as smart as she was being top of the class, was experiencing a number of them, and had a rank temper. As unfortunate as that was, her personality was set in stone: she was, on most occasions, actually pleasant to talk too, and rather helpful. However, on a day like today... people tended to stay clear.

Except for two people, who, if this offers any indifference for their obliviousness to her anger management problem, both of these people were blonde. One of them happened to be Sakura's best friend, Yamanaka Ino, who could generally deal with the sudden outbursts of fists and words. Ino and Sakura had been best friends – and rivals – as far back as their memories spanned, and that said friend had just happened to enter the classroom, making a bee-line for Sakura's desk.

"Hey, Fore-head girl." She grinned, having noticed Sakura's temper tantrum. To say that Ino liked to; 'take the piss' – for lack of a better phrase – out of Sakura would be very true, and Ino happened to do it a lot. "Oh no, your forehead seems to have grown a millimetre! I understand why you are upset," Ino fake nodded, "I truly do."

"Shut it, Ino-pig." Sakura replied, she wasn't in the mood to put up with Ino's pokes and prods at her psyche today.

"Glad to see you've accepted it." Ino said, satisfied.

A vein in Sakura's neck broke. "WHO'S FOREHEAD HAS GROWN AN INCH?! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

Moving away from this rather loud argument – well, one sided argument, Ino was simply laughing – the second of the two blondes that was generally oblivious to her temper tantrums was the blonde sitting in the front row, who had been staring earnestly at Sakura since she'd entered the room. Uzumaki Naruto, was in two words; an idiot. However, he was an idiot who's love for Sakura knew no bounds.

Although, love could only get somebody so far. According to rumour, Naruto was at least two years older then the rest of the class – Naruto, normally loud and brash had surprisingly never commented on this – and had failed the same year at least twice. The only thing that everybody knew for certain was that he'd failed the year before, when they'd all been first years.

Naruto was known for being loud, brash, annoying – and all around a problem student. He loved pulling pranks on teachers, ignoring his classes, and being an all around dickhead to attract attention. Surprisingly, however, Naruto got along with everybody in his class – to an extent. Some people – like Sakura – still ignored him on the most part when he tried to talk to them, but on the most part, the dunce still enjoyed the company of others.

Of course, that didn't change the fact he was an idiot and was oblivious to Sakura's temper.

Getting sick of sitting and staring – and occasionally waving – but getting constantly ignored, Naruto stood happily, and almost bouncing, headed over in the direction of Sakura and Ino. Unfortunately, in the space that the author has been explaining Naruto, Sakura has popped several more veins from Ino's constant taunting, and is now a force to be reckoned with.

"Sakura-chaaaaaan!" He sang happy, standing beside her, not noticing the twitch that was eerily visible in her left eye. "Can you help me with my ma------ooph."

And, with that, Naruto was pommelled in the ground, just in time for maths.

Maths was quiet without Naruto, or so their teacher, Kabuto-sensei had said. (Kabuto had always hated Naruto with a passion.) Silently, however, Sakura had to agree – it wasn't distracting when the blonde idiot wasn't around, and she could actually get some work done without wondering how the hell he actually managed to get into the high maths class in the first place.

In fact, now that she thought about it – Naruto was in all her classes, including year 12 calculus. Yes... some things were destined to remain mysteries.

Sakura rested her chin on her hand; she did feel a little bit sorry for pile driving him into the floor like she had – although only a bit. She always seemed to cause Naruto bodily harm at least once a week, and the stupid blonde always 'forgave' her – either that or he was just too stupid to notice that he was bruised in several places.

Yes, Sakura knew that Naruto liked her – any moron would, it was so blatantly obvious. However, it reached a new level when he couldn't seem to understand that she didn't like him back.

Sakura didn't date idiots.

Naruto groaned; he hated going to the infirmary – although he happened to be a regular customer. The Nurse had let him get away with it though, utterly surprised that after being whacked into the floor by a girl who didn't know her own strength that he got away with only an inflamed bruise on his forehead.

For some reason, no matter what the accident, Naruto never seemed to bleed. She had said, however, that the swelling wouldn't go down for quite some time, and had given Naruto some ice and told him to go back to class.

So, that was where Naruto was going – back to class to endure whatever Kabuto-sensei tried to throw at him, and to fail that miserably with flying colours! Smiling happily to himself; mostly over the fact that he'd get to see Sakura again in roughly four minutes, Naruto was distracted by the rattling of some of the schools windows.

He paused momentarily to stare at them, before gazing out over the school yard.

"Sakura-chaaaaaaaan, I don't understaaaaaaaaaand." Naruto whined, sliding all over Sakura's desk with his English text book in front of him; "What does 'metaphor' meeeeean?"

"Quit complaining!" Sakura snapped, whacking him over the head with her own. "I only agreed to help you because I felt – slightly – bad about what I did!"

Naruto just beamed at her, and it made Sakura whack him over the head with the text book again. "In any case, the word metaphor is something that is a thing conceived as representing another! Stupid!"

Of course, Naruto didn't understand that either; but Sakura was saved the trouble of explaining it to him again when the door burst open with enormous energy. "Sakura, Sakura," Ino – who had slammed open the door, with the help of fellow classmates, TenTen and Temari – started, rushing over to her friends table, uttered a quick hi to Naruto, before erupting excitedly; "Have you heard? The school is haunted!"

"Haunted?" Sakura questioned.

"Yeah! Some upper classmen were telling us all these different stories!" Ino squeaked happily; "Like, this one kid – apparently, his whole family got murdered in front of his eyes by his big brother, so he turned suicidal and slit his wrists in the school bathroom, and because his brother is still alive he can't rest in peace! Or, or, odd things go missing from the gym, or sometimes, when you come to school really early, all the sands gone! People even hear things too, like footsteps, and TV's turn on by themselves!"

"Ghosts?" Sakura asked, raising her eyebrow, "I don't buy this. Do you, Naruto?"

Naruto, ecstatic about being spoken too, shook his head excitedly; "If Sakura-chan doesn't buy it, I don't either!"

So much for an opinion… All four girls thought in unison, sweat dropping.

"Well, I, for one want to see if it's all true!" Ino said enthusiastically, and then squealed; "after all, the thought of ghosts is so exciting! We'll be like ghost detectives or something!"

"COOOOOOOOL!" Naruto erupted suddenly, grinning as he stood straight up, knocking back his chair; "I want to join in too! Do we get capes? I want a cape! Man, wouldn't a cape be cool?"

These loud announcements – mainly made by Naruto and Ino, Temari and Tenten, who as of yet have done nothing but help bust open a door, did nothing but exchange glances, while Sakura sat looking skeptical.

"Come on, guys." Sakura sighed; "Ghosts? No way."

"Oooooh, come on Sakura! I'll prove you wrong! I know, lets go hunting one time—speaking of time! SHIT!" Ino squeaked; "We're late for cram school!"

Whatever they were late for was not stated, but Sakura stood right up in her chair and almost screamed. How could she be late? Temari and Tenten also looked equally distressed; they'd completely forgotten the time! Everybody – bar Sakura – quickly uttered a quick "See you tomorrow!" to Naruto, before dashing out of the door, down the stairs, changed their shoes, and ran out the front of the school.

Naruto watched from the window of the second year classroom, a genuine, calm smile written on his face. It was nice to have friends for a change, he thought absentmindedly, and once the four girls had disappeared from view, Naruto floated down into the floor.