FOR THE OLD READERS:

This is actually the edited version of Chapter one, so for the ones who read my stories you may read this over again, it still has the same plot and chapter idea but with some added things. I might not be updating this until all the chapters are edited already. Sorry!

FOR THE NEW READERS:

Okay, so I had this story plot in my mind for so long and it's been bugging me! I can't concentrate on my crossover story, The Wonders of Karma, and I just can't take it! It's eating me ALIVE! So now, I'm going to post the story but only one or two chapters for now. Just to lessen down the frustration. I still hope for reviews though! Hahaha, I'm a pig when it comes to reviews. This is slightly loosed on a fanfic story I read before.

When translated to English:

Saruwatari: 'Monkey on a crossing bridge.'

Gakuen: School

Sensei: Teacher

Hai: Yes

Haruno Sakura always considered herself as a very level headed and understanding girl. She could think rationally in tough situations, and she always took the time to understand any problem. It was one of her good qualities. She took pride in it. But right now, right now, being level headed and understanding could go screw itself!

She was irritated. Actually, irritated was an understatement. She was pissed off! So badly that she wouldn't be surprised if her eyes turned red and burnt anyone who dared to look at them.

Why was she so pissed off that she wouldn't be surprised if her eyes turned red, and burned anyone who dared to look at them? Well.

If there was one thing Sakura hated to do more than anything, it was transferring schools. If she was only transferring then she would be just irritated but she was also late, and not once but twice. And she absolutely detested being late. Unless, you know, she was doing it on purpose to piss off someone. Then she wouldn't really mind at all. She usually did that to her grandfather and to the people who annoyed her.

Anyway —

It was already halfway through the first semester, and by then everyone would have made friends and they would try to stare down at any new students, and judge whether they were to pose a threat to them or not –just like what this bastard in front of her was doing.

"Yes?" Sakura asked, desperately trying to conceal her anger as she stared at the guy who, quite rudely, called her name. The last thing she needed now was to end up in a fight with these buffoons on her very first day. Thinking back on the days she had received her grandfather's fury, Sakura internally shuddered. Yes, that was definitely the last thing she needed now.

Now you're probably wondering, 'why did she transfer if she hated it so much?'

Very good question.

You see, it all started when one of the students in her very first school, Nakashima Girls' High, managed to annoy her —a no easy feat, might she add—causing Sakura to punch her square in the face. Unfortunately, the girl was head of the student council and the president's daughter. That event was a complete surprise to her grandfather, though she had yet to understand why. He was the one who raised her after all. It also forced Sakura to 'relocate.' Her second school was somewhat tolerable, because it was co-ed, —during the first week. The moment she stepped into the classroom full of snobbish students and the oh-so-mighty teacher during the second week, she almost exploded. Keyword: almost. Sakura slightly applauded herself for her self-control.

That is, until the president of the student council thought it was funny to look down on her family. Sakura vowed that day to never go near a member of the student council ever again; they only seemed to cause her trouble. Which was weird, since the student council were supposed to help the students, notget them expelled.

"You're the new transfer," Sakura winced at the word, "student, Haruno, right?" Sakura remained silent, and peered behind the taller boy's shoulder, spotting the school name: Saruwatari Gakuen. She inwardly snorted at the name, and silently challenged her grandfather if this was really, and she quote, "The only school that could probably handle, and help, her stupid, unnecessary rebellious nature. That school would be perfect for her punishment." Because, seriously, Monkey on a crossing bridge didn't sound as promising as he said the school was. Well, that didn't matter since she, because of the statement her grandfather had said, resented it already. Her rebellious nature was not stupid. Unnecessary, yes, maybe. But definitely not stupid. Well, at least, to her it wasn't, and that was more than enough for Sakura. Though she had to give her grandfather her applause. He finally found a punishment that successfully annoyed her to the core. What punishment, you ask? Sakura had to disguise herself as a boy and act like one.

Why? Because Saruwatari Gakuen was an all boys' school.

"I heard you were kicked out from two schools already," Sakura's attention snapped to the taller boy, "because of fighting but I have trouble believing that." He advanced, and fingered her long pink hair that was tied in a low ponytail –she decided not to cut her beloved pink hair, it was the only reminder she had of her mom–. Sakura didn't even twitch at the sudden action. If this idiot thought he could scare her, then he got another thing coming.

"You're the idiot!" She screamed at herself, in her mind, "You're supposed to keep a low profile!"

Damn, that's right.

She had promised her grandfather no fighting for at least a week, just to give him some peace in mind. Sakura raked her brain for something to say, and due to the impossibly fast pace the gears in her head were running, said brain had a mental shutdown for a second.

"…Huh?" Sakura blinked, then proceeded to face palm herself internally. Brilliant, Haruno, you're a total genius. Why don't you just scribble the word 'STUPID' in all capital across your head?

"I can't really say that's what happened…I mean that's what happened, but in the same time it's not and, uhh..." Sakura tried to think of something when she was cut off by Mr. Arrogant-Loud-Mouth.

"You're too scrawny looking for fighting, and seriously, pink hair!? Out of all the colors you could dye it!? Ha, give me a break!" He commented, rudely pointing at her, thus making a few guys stop and turn to look at the scene; some even had the gals to laugh at her. A small tick mark appeared on Sakura's forehead and she tightened her fists, struggling to keep her composure. She watched as the nasty boy sauntered inside the school like he owned the place. Once he was out of sight, Sakura growled, dangerous killing intent flowing out from her being and effectively making the rest of the guys around her want to run home and hide under their beds.

"Well sorry, pal, I was born this way so I don't really have a say in it."

Taking a couple of deep breaths, Sakura's killing intent slowly diminished. Staying still until she was sure she wouldn't switch to rage mode if someone did something as simple as looking at her wrongly, Sakura walked inside the school, oblivious to the way the boys scrambled out of her way.

"Get a hold of yourself, Haruno, you can do this!" Sakura encouraged herself, nodding securely as she searched for her respectful classroom. Spotting the 1-D sign, Sakura placed her ear on top of her class door. She nodded at the loud commotion, and slowly opened the door before creeping inside quietly. Spotting a seat that wasn't occupied, Sakura sat down. She glanced around the class and inwardly cheered at her success.

"No one even noticed I'm here. Yosh, this was easier than I thought it would be!"Sakura grinned cheerfully, plopping her elbows on her desk and resting her chin on it, just in time as the bell rang. Mutely watching as the door being opened, Sakura raised an eyebrow at the terrified looking teacher and snorted in amusement. Though her amused face was quickly replaced by a light frown as the assignments the teacher was asking for was rudely thrown in his face.

"Such disrespectful action… Does grandfather really think these abusive snobs can help my supposedly stupid, unnecessary nature? If anything, they will only worsen it…"Silently standing up, Sakura stalked towards the teacher, and bent down to help pick up the assignments. She ignored the startled look the teacher gave her, and continued to pick up the many papers.

"Here, sensei," she muttered, handing the papers to her teacher, faintly noting that the racket behind her died down.

"Hey, hey, look!"

"He's actually helping him?"

"…Am I going color blind? I see pink hair."

Fifteen-year old Sabaku Gaara groggily lifted his head, wondering what all the whispering and silence was all about. Well, actually, it was more of what the silence was about. The whispering was nothing new.

"…mentally unstable…"was Gaara's first thought when his teal colored eyes fell on the boy. Gaara stretched, blinking the sleepiness away. He watched as the boy picked up the papers on the floor, obviously unaware of all the bewildered stares he was receiving. Pinky was probably new.

"Here, sensei." Gaara heard the boy mutter, and he nearly rolled his eyes. Goody two shoes? Obviously new.

"Er, thank you…" The voice of the teacher snapped everyone out of their shock and the class, in that short time, seemed to have formed a silent agreement.

They all hated the new dude's guts. He needed to know his place.

Almost instantly, crumpled papers were flying everywhere, hitting the back of pinky. Gaara silently watched, and shook his head at his classmates' childish antics. Pinky, surprisingly enough, continued to chat with the teacher as if nothing was happening. Gaara tilted his head questionably. He was ignoring it. That was some guts the new kid had. Even Gaara himself might be able to respect such a person.

"Oi, oi! Bad idea!" He heard a classmate snare in a whisper, warning his seatmate.

His eyes was automatically drawn to the voice and he tensed in alarm when his eyes fell on the baseball. Gaara's arm immediately stretched to snatch the baseball —not that he particularly cared for pinky or anything, but an injury of the new student on his first day, especially by Gaara's -yes it was legal to call it Gaara's- class, would result to him getting detention— but it was too late, the guy had already thrown the said baseball. The whole class froze, holding their breaths as they watched the ball soar through the air, heading straight for the new kids head.

Gaara's eyes widened a fraction as an unnoticeable shiver broke through him.

"Sure, sensei! I'll help!" Pinky suddenly exclaimed, cheerfully grabbing the stack of papers and turning to the door, the ball missing the new-kids head by an inch or two. The whole class stared in awe at the new-kid. Did he really just dodge that?

Hearing the ball smack into the board, pinky twirled around and blinked innocently.

"Sensei?" Pinky asked, voice thoroughly confused. The class slowly relaxed, going back to their usual troublesome action.

"Haha, it was just coincidence!"

"He got me for a minute there!"

"I really thought it was going to hit him!"

Gaara stared at the smiling face of pinky blankly. That timing was a little too good to be called a coincidence. And at that time, that time before pinky yelled, Gaara could have sworn he saw pinky turn his head slightly to the side and glare at them. He wouldn't, couldn't, admit that glare managed to send shivers up his spine.

He shook his head, untamed red locks following the movement. Maybe he was over thinking it? There was no way that annoyingly cheerful and innocent –or, at least, that's what Gaara gathered from that small episode– guy could have managed to give him the chills. No way. Not even the upperclassmen scared him, and they were pretty gruesome. The time when a pink-haired guy with the height of a gnome could scare him, or when Gaara would find him scary, was probably the day when that second year dude, the one with the weird whiskers tattoo, stopped obsessing over Ramen. And from the stories he heard…that would be never.

…He was clearly over thinking this.

Gaara nodded approvingly, banishing the thought of the new kid.

"Thanks… though, I don't remember asking for your help…" The teacher said confused, slowly walking towards the door, his own papers in hand. Gaara's head fell on his desk, and he groaned quietly as all the suspicion once again crashed into his head.

This was unheard of. He never cared for anything before, not even his classmates. So why the hell was he so wrapped up with pinky? He barely even met the dude!

Yeah, he was mysterious.

He was a little too oblivious.

…and then, he was very feminine looking.

Gaara felt himself twitch when he realized what he had just thought. Great, now he was questioning himself, on several plans.

Damn that new guy.

Damn him to Hell.