A/N - Alright, here's something we're going to try out. Special two chapter post to get us started. Let's move with a fucking purpose people.

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DISCLAIMER - I DO NOT OWN NARUTO

"Fuck sorry."

That's what I managed to hear when I felt someone slamming into my back and knocking my headphones to the floor. My expensive, bass thumping, headphones that I had only just bought yesterday to cheer myself for the depressing situation I had forced upon me. Those very same ones ended up crashing to the floor with a very sickening crack, pretty much voicing the amount of how broken they were now.

I stared down in absolute disbelief, but then an anger welled through me. It wasn't enough that I had to be stuck in my predicament, but someone just had to gift me with no music to help me get through the day? Just as I thought it couldn't get much worse, the bell from the clock tower clanged and echoed through the college campus, signifying that on this very hour I was late for class. What the living fuck.

"Great," I spat out while snatching the headphones from the ground, "Completely trashed headphones and late for the first class of the year. Thanks a lot miss blind."

The girl had sounded apologetic when she first went to gather everything from the concrete floor, books and loose papers everywhere, but she looked anything but sorry as she glared up at me with crystal blue eyes from the ground. Teeth showing, like some sort of angry cat, she snapped, "I doubt you would have gotten to class on time while you were standing around looking like a complete ass. And maybe if you didn't have those ridiculously huge alien earmuffs on your year, you might have heard me shouting excuse me down the hall for the past two minutes."

I frowned. Alien earmuffs? Complete ass? That's a hell of a way to apologize. Snorting, I replied, "Classic, so it's my fault?"

"No, but you didn't help with avoiding the situation either," she answered with a deep aggravated frown, now standing with a pile messily stacked within her arms.

My lip curled in annoyance, "Leave it to the elite to shit gold from their mouth. Three minutes into the first day, and I have some pretty wannabe greeting me with a shove and an half-assed apology."

Her blond hair tossed as she tilted her head, smile slipping her lips that made her look ten times bitchier as she replied sarcastically, "So you think I'm pretty?"

Wow, what an irritatingly snark way to reply. I don't know which was more annoying, the fact that she was full of it or the fact that half of me couldn't deny the question. Snatching my book bag from my arm, I growled while shoving my broken headphones inside a small pocket, "I dont have time for this shit. I should be spending my time going to get a new pair of headphones, not talking to some empty headed blond."

Rolling her eyes, she waved off with a flick of her wrist, "Would you stop crying and get over it, I'll pay you bak for the headphones."

Money wasn't the issue, fuck money was never the issue.

"Yeah I'm sure daddy can do just that, but I don't want his cash," I snorted, finding it pathetically stereotypical that she thought money could solved the problem.

Eyes narrowing, she snipped out, "You must be new here."

"Oh did I step on the toes of some royal elite member of some higher society?" I mocked with a roll of my eyes, "Sorry sweet heart, but I don't give a fuck either way."

"No, not a member of some higher society, but the daughter of the president of the school," she sniped me down from a mile away.

I blinked, surprised. Daughter of the guy who owned the school? Frown slipping my lips, I realized my mistake instantly. Fuck, my parents wouldn't be too pleased to hear that I got into it with one of the few people we couldn't mess with on the campus. One wrong move and I could get kicked out. That couldn't happen, that was out of the question.

"Yeah, same daddy that accepted your application to get in, would be the same daddy of the pay check you're referring to," she continued, now looking a tad smug at having me cornered, "And don't flatter youreself, he wouldn't bother with something so petty. It would be my money you'd be taking, not his."

I stayed silent, growl threateningly climbing my throat. It was annoying I couldn't speak as freely as I wanted to.

It hadn't mattered. Seemingly bored, she brushed past me and went on conversationally, "But I won't beg you to take my charity, which you clearly require if you can't even dress to par with the lowest social standings of the school- actually I think coming here naked would have been a better choice of attire than the rags you're wearing." Then glancing back, she smiled slightly, "Did you come here on a scholarship? Oh well never mind it doesn't matter, it's pretty obvious that you have."

Just as I was about to lose the last thread of my patience, she turned back around with a flick of her hair and twitch of her hips, "I'll be heading to class then. Oh, and welcome to Anchor University."

X

Anchor university, home of all the snot nosed brats that held a very promising future to heir their family business. In short, every over confident, irritatingly self centered, god complexed boys and girls accumulated and concentrated on one campus.

What a living hell on earth. Example A, the bull shit I had to deal with this morning.

And since this morning was shitty, I knew I was bound for an even more pleasant evening. Like a dream come true, the class I sat in were boring as all hell, the students even more stuck up then the first bitch I ran into- or more so she running into me- and the teachers seemed void of energy and pride of their work.

I didn't want to be here, I was better than this place in every way. I deserved way more than the mediocre ivy league school, and yet here I was in this shit hole. Why my parents didn't understand that I didn't need this was beyond me. For the sake of my sanity, I begged to go to a no named college where people had actual souls and teachers were energetic. But I was forced here, for the same reason everyone else was forced here.

To make early connections. To get in good with the kids of very wealthy companies, hopefully becoming a very appealing ally for the future when I, myself, took the family business. Literally that was the only reason I was here, and being a pawn simply didn't sit well with me. Yet my parents held the money for my education, so I didn't have much room to fight against them.

Unfortunately this little sherraid that would soon become a lifestyle was starting earlier than I would have hoped. My mother's ringtone sang as I was walking to my next class, which only meant one thing.

She wished to talk business.

Clearing my throat, I tried to channel the 19 years of bull shit fancy talk within me, and then reluctantly answered the phone.

"Hello darling!" A musical voice echoed from the other line, "How is your first day?"

"Mother," I said in a curt strained voice. It was too early to have an argument and I had to remember to be grateful I wasn't under their roof anymore, for the time being anyway, "It's still half way into the day. You made this call a bit too early if you're really concerned about my well being."

You've seemed to have made a splash into the mixing pot already dear." Great, I was on speaker and my father decided to chime in, "We've already gotten some calls about a little get to gether lunch to discuss some well placed investments. Well done sweet heart, the Rockwell silver tongue is certainly in your blood."

I rolled my eyes, "Whatever company that is seeking advancement isn't my doing, father, it's of their own free will. I haven't even bothered making moves towards any future investor, I hardly know these brats names."

Woops, that last part slipped out. And technically I was telling the truth, it wasn't as if I ran into that blond in some feeble attempt to gain some leverage on a possible ally. If anything I had made a very stupid, and very dangerous, enemy. And all within the first three minutes of the day. Lucky me.

"Nonsense," my mother brushed off, annoying me with the persistence she was channeling, "This company has not sough our interest before, and their child very coincidentally goes to the same school. This is your doing, my pride. Please be more courteous to yourself."

I swallowed the heavy sigh that wanted to groan out, "And thoughts of these children having their own brains are out of the question, I guess? They could have easily spotted me from across campus, the hair is an obvious give away. Even ignorant heirs wouldn't be stupid enough not to call their parents with the big news. We're a major investing industry, fourth in the country. I'm surprised I haven't been bombarded with kiss ass chocolates and boring conversation about the weather magically raining money on their stupid little heads by our somehow miracle investment."

"Oh, our darling already growing teeth," my mothered pleasantly whimpered out with tears in her voice.

"A fine shark she'll be," my father agreed, boasting pride in his voice, "We raised her well. Her tone cut me to slices from here, I can only imagine going to a seal deal with her on the console. They would weep in sheer terror."

How in the fucking world I was born from these two as beyond me. Yet... deep down.

Sighing, a smiled slipped my lips as I rolled my eyes, "Yes, imagine that, I'm not a guppy anymore. Anyway, I have to go. I'll let you know if I honestly get in touch with anyone bothering our interest."

"Oh speaking of dear," my mother quickly added, "Out of the the many calls we've received today, we have one pertaining to you."

Awe fuck. Great. Now I'll get an earful about how I managed to fuck up on the first day. My parents were forgiving, but only after they took every angle to explain to me how much I've done wrong.

"There is a small get together at the ball dinning hall at your campus today," my father carefully explained. Even though I was tense on where he was leading with this, I paid careful attention. I knew the difference between idle mindless drawl and carefully placed information, "A very persistent and interested client is hosting the event hoping to get a few minutes with us about an investment he assumes he can persuade us into agreeing in." Father went on explaining, boredom laced in his words.

I frowned slightly and stated, "You're not interested."

It wasn't a question, but he answered with a sigh, "Not particularly, his pitch was incredibly dull you see."

"But he's persistent," Mother cut in, "And you know the motto."

"Persistence is success," I said robotically, years of it pounded into my head breaching the surface.

"Precisely," smile evident in mother's tone.

"So despite my efforts of declining, your mother is thoroughly convinced that there might be some gold in the pile of mud this man is presenting," my father went on, sounding indifferent, "Therefore we agreed to meet with him, and several others, but are far too busy and ill motivated to make a trip that will possibly be a dud. Which is why this pertains to you."

"You're first appointment darling, you'll be meeting with them all yourself!" Mother rushed out excitedly with a little clap, sounding as if she had been holding it in until now.

"Of course we will send Kakashi as your escort," Father assured, "But there isn't much to worry about. Harmless fellows, I'm sure. I didn't sense the least bit of teeth within the bore he drawled about for half an hour."

"And the man has a child who attends the school, which can spiral into a very convenient and eventful ally if things are played carefully," my mother added cheerfully, uncharacteristically optimistic. Probably due to the excitement.

"In short, this is your decision alone Tayuya," father finally set the final blow, "Any move you make, we will fully support. Whether yay or nay, the Rockwells will stand with the decision no question asked. We have the utmost trust in your efforts to further better the company."

I stood there in silence, slightly surprised. After a moment, I breathed out, "Alright. I won't let you down."

"Attagirl," my father burst out in approval, "We surely didn't raise and coward, did we dear?"

"Our pride and joy is walking our very footsteps, how nostalgic," Mother breathed out wisfully.

"Now there is no rush, but don't think too carefully on it either. Give us a ring whenever you have a chance after the meeting," My father instructed cooly.

"Understood," I replied confidently.

"Tootles, darling," Mother farewelled.

"Show no mercy!" Father encouraged.

And with that they hung up.

With a sigh, I shoved my phone in my pocket and tried to replay everything that had just happened. There was a lot of information stated in a couple of sentences, but I assumed I picked up on most important chunks.

This was a test, a vital observing to witness if I can in fact walk on my own. Yeah, it was early, especially since I was prepared for some curve ball to come hurling my way but never guessing it would be so soon, but it was a much needed shove in the right direction. They wished to see what I was capable of, and gauge on the time it would take for me to develope the killer instincts they had carefully accumulated over the many years and generations of dealing with the business.

And I had no intentions to let them down.

To add onto the maze of words, I caught that they weren't completely throwing me overboard and expecting I swim or drown. They sent me the small fish, ones that were tedious to deal within their busy schedule. They were interested, if only half way into the door of being sold, but not quiet there yet. Which was why they were leaving the decision to me. They wanted my opinion, and wanted to dissect at what fish I would bite at and what fish I would let swim to catch a bigger one.

I sighed and tugged at my beanie.

My father said it right out, I was a Rockwell born and raised. Half of me hated the environment of business, social bullshitting, and unashamed persistence, but half of me knew I was too damn good at it. It was in my blood, and there was no way I wouldn't strut my stuff when it came down to it.

Picking up my phone, I dialed a number I knew by heart. Mid ring, there was an answer and familiar voice pouring through.

"Already been informed," Kakashi said naturally, comforting me with his uncanny ability to always keep pace with me, "When will you like to make your move?"

"They mentioned lunch," I replied while glancing at my watch, which was an overpaid glorified piece that my father had gifted me for being granted into college, "So I'm guessing within the hour."

"Outfit?" He asked expectedly.

"I don't exactly have time to pick it out, I need to run to class to make sure I'm excused for the formal event," I grumbled, already dreading the long hours of bore but unwillingly buzzed that I could finally show my parents I could handle my own, "Do you mind choosing for me?"

"Of course not," he brushed off.

"Don't pick anything stupid," I warned, already cringing at the thought of a dress.

"I know you far better than that," he answered, amused, "I'll pick something up more your speed."

"Thanks, I'll see you soon."

Hanging up, I stared ahead and began striding confidently in one direction.

Alright. It's show time.