A/N: New story, Naruto –because ninjas are HAWT- …Watch out for the language. Don't like it, don't read. The pairings will be revealed later so yeah…
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Thankyouverymuch!
Dedication: Sara, because I really freaking love you and would never ever have had the courage to write this if it wasn't for you. ILY! :D
Note: The rest of this story will be in FIRST person. Because I said so. Hah.
P.S.: My computer is stoopid. Really, really stoopid. But so if FF. Ugh. O.o"

Sakura sighed and slid even further down in her uncomfortable, plastic chair, banging her head, softly, against the wall behind her. She was in the office –hell, she spent more time here then she did in class- receiving nasty, annoyed, and disapproving looks from the freaky haired secretary, while Anko endured the bitching of her rather whiny principal. God, she really didn't need to be here, what she needed was her girls. And coffee… and possibly her board as well, but no; she was stuck with the lady who styled her hair after a bee-hive, in a stupid plastic chair, bored out of her beloved –and probably not all there- mind! Not cool, not cool at all.

Sakura rolled her –green as new leaves- eyes when she heard Anko's voice burst through the door, interrupting the man mid-tirade –hah, maybe Anko will finally crack and will toss a chair at his head- and then proceeded to tell him the fuck off. Nothing new there, since Anko couldn't take shit –from anyone, at anytime- any better than the girls she took care of. Blah.

Glancing at the clock –and noticing that there was still forty-five minutes of hell, or school, left. Ick- Sakura's hand, which was covered in a black-and-white elbow length striped fingerless glove, drifted to her neck, and therefore her bullet necklace, while her other hand –in an amazing matching glove as well- slipped into her pocket for her Preeeesious. She stuffed the head phones into their respected ears and clicked the play button, turning it on swiftly, and Boys like Girls' Contagious hummed throughout her head, soon making her foot tap and head bop up and down. She smirked when freaky-bee-hive-hair-bitch narrowed her eyes before she huffed and resumed her oh so important typing –of the lunch menu, no less. Because, obviously, they love that stuff SO much that they would die without it! Really.-

Sakura, her head still bopping and foot still tapping, scanned her clothing choice for the day, for it was one of the manymanymany reason she was here, and couldn't hold back a smile. Adorning her feet were a pair of cherry red Converse High-tops -with black-and-white checkered laces, baby!- while her legs were snug in her slightly battered, but oh so loved, black skinny jeans. Tilted upon her hips was a red studded belt, also just slightly worn, and hanging off her shoulders, but still rather tight against her torso, was a black t-shirt with big, chunky red letters-that dripped red like blood- that said 'BITE ME'. Hanging around her neck was her signature necklace, a bullet that nangled just to the valley between her breasts. Her pink –and natural!- waist length hair was thrown into a messy bun, held up by a pair of simple black chopsticks.

"I don't know why the scary bee-hive keeps eyeing me like I'm some dog shit on her fucking knock-off pumps… I toned down my clothes today, really!"

"Saki, babe, ever other bitch here is in pumps and Abercrombie & Finch, we kind of stick out like a porcupine on a comfy couch!" Sakura jumped into a standing position, startled, and snapped her head to the side just in time to lock onto Tenten –and her deep, dark, chocolate colored eyes- before she was rammed back over the uncomfortable –and hideously ugly- plastic chair, landing in a heap on the ground.

"ASDFJKL!" Sakura screamed as her head phones were wrenched out of her ears and her head slammed into the ground. There was an angry –but amused- chuckle from behind them and everyone –Karin, Ino, Temari, and Hinata included, for they had arrived with Tenten sometime during Sakura's self inspection- looked up to see Anko storm out of the principal's office, leaving the angry, red-faced man with damaged hearing and a broken vase.

"Come along, girls, I think I've had enough of this shit for one day," She growled before stalking right by the frightened-bee-hive-secretary-lady-bitch and out to her shiny black decked-out Honda –with neon purple fuzzy dice, a Christmas present from Deidara-.

"… What did you do, Saki-chan?" Hinata asked mildly, looking Sakura in the eye –with her prettypretty almost white eyes- while waiting for Tenten and her to get up.

"Pinkie, over there, punched the goddamned hell out of a guy who slapped her in the ass, Temari answered with her usual smart-ass smirk sliding over her face –making her intelligent, sneaky green eyes gleam-.

"Lieeeeeees! Lies and slander!"

"Really, Fore-head?" Then why were you in the office?" Ino asked, in an innocent –lieeeeeeeees- smile lighting up her face –making her perfectlybeautifulblueblueblue eyes glimmer- curiously.

Sakura fumbled under her breath before darting after Anko -who was leaving them, that BITCH- and her wicked black car, screaming "SHOTGUN!" quickly over her shoulder and booking it.

"Dammit, bitch!" Karin hissed, throwing herself after her pink haired sister, 'accidently' whacking her in the head with her messenger bag –who the hell USED backpacks, anymore?- when she failed to get to the passenger seat in time. Karin flopped down into the back seat –followed by the other girls, all squishing in comfortably- and pushed her chunky, nerdy glasses up her nose –so she could she out of her fiery red, fucked up eyes.

Anko decided that Sakura's distraction had gone on long enough and that she'd shine some light on the matter then, for she promptly said, "Saki here get sent up front for: her clothes, a fight, insulting both her teacher and some fellow students, rather LOUDLY too, and finally refusing to follow instructions, AKA take off her damn head phones and listen for once in her life." Anko shot the last part out from in-between her teeth and Sakura was caught between the urge to roll her eyes and gulp.

"You bitch," Karin hiss again, smacking her headrest,"You did get into a fight and you didn't invite me!" Laughter followed this sentence, for this was normal for them. Soon Ino started to babble on about something or other –Sakura really didn't pay attention, and that wasn't new either- and Sakura let her eyes wander over each and every family member present –for two were missing, sadly-.

Anko, who was driving calmly and with a small smile across her face had her spiky purple hair pulled back so her grey eyes could focus on the road, unobstructed. She was about medium height, with an outfit consisting of a neon purple tank top, the same color as the fuzzy dice, a black leather jacket, dark slim jeans, and black leather boots. She was the 'mother' to their madness and they loved her.

Karin, who was laughing insanely beside –and with- Tenten, had long fiery red hair –that matched her eyes- and went down to her hips; it was clipped up in a manner similar to Sakura's own. Her eyes were shut as she clutched desperately at her stomach and her glasses slipped dangerously down her nose. Around her neck was a series of dog tags –all of which were gifts form Sasori- and they hung softly over the top of her black tank top. One of her arms were covered in black-and-red bracelets, which were intertwined and reached all the way from her elbow to her wrist. She wore no belt and extremely baggy, washed out, ripped jeans. Battered black Converse High-tops summed everything up. Karin was the only one in the car that was actually related to Sakura, for they were twins –their older brother, Sasori, was off at college with Deidara at the moment, but they too were a part of their family. The missing part.-

Tenten hand longlonglong brown hair that was always in two buns atop her head. Around her neck hung a black choker necklace, with a single silver kunai charm. Her t-shirt was plain, snug, and dark green while her cargo pants were black. Her favorite pair of battered, beaten combats boots were upon her feet, and they matched nicely with her leather fingerless gloves. Simple, effective, and kick-ass.

Temari –who was playing some mind game or something on the golden, shiny Nintendo DS Lite- was slouched down in her safety-pin covered jeans and black t-shirt –with 'FUCK OFF!' written in bold, clunky, white letters across it- while her arms were bare. Her neck, however, was not; from her neck also hung several dog tags-these from her blood brothers and father- which she had tucked inside her shirt. On her feet she had a pair of old purple Chucks. Her dirtydirtydirty blonde hair was up in four very spiky pig-tails, which was also a common sight –like Tenten's hair-.

Ino, however, hardly ever had one thing that she was ever seen with, except for her simple silver heart-shaped locket, for Ino was always changing, always talking. Always bright. Ino could catch anyone's eye, because everything about Ino was eye-catching. Her bleach blonde hair, which was strangled left un-streaked with color today, was up in a high pony-tail, with a series of long, chin-length bangs hanging down over most of her left eye. Her clothes were colorful –like her, oh so like her- and it was all shown in a lime green tank top, neon blue knee-high Converse and matching arm-warmers, with a skirt that went from lime green to neon blue –like tie-dye would, almost-. Both her ears were pierced –all the girls had their ears pierced, but only a few ever actually wore ear-rings on a daily basis- and back hoops hung and swung back and forth.

Hinata –who was watching everything in the car happen oh-so quietly, with a smile- met Sakura's eyes through the rear-view mirror and ran a hand through her shortshortshort, choppy, spiky indigo hair and down to her necklace. Her necklace was a black choker, not unlike Tenten's, but with a silver paintbrush charm that hung just to her collarbone. She was wearing a dark blue tank top, silver fingerless gloves, a dark blue plaid skirt, silver knee-high Converse, and a silver stud nose piercing. So very quiet and thoughtful, but damn scary and loud at times. Pretty little Hina-chan.

Sakura sighed –she was doing that a lot as of today- and her thoughts drifted to her older brother, Sasori. He was tall, a head taller than any of the girls –except for Temari, the freaky ass smarty-pants- with short, messy red hair and red eyes that were only a shade or two lighter than either Karin's or his own hair. He was an artist –likeHinata, and likeDeidara- who preferred sculpting and painting –also likeHinata and likeDeidara- but he absolutely adored making puppets. He was three years older than the girls –who were either seventeen or eighteen- and was currently off at his second year of college with his best-friend –and their other brother- Deidara.

Deidara had honey blonde hair and deep blue eyes, but looked amazing like Ino from a distance. Not only did her look like Ino but they're personalities ere similar too, like their odd and uncalled for hyper and bright outlook on things in the morning, as well as they're loudloudloud voices. The boys dressed in a fashion similar to the girls, clothes that most would refer to as punk or maybe even emo, but really, they're just clothes.

Suddenly Anko was talking and the Sakura was snapped out of her musing by the tone of her voice. It was her listen-dammit-or-manymanymany-bad-things-will-befall-you voice.

"-really girls, must you end up in that office everyday, I mean, I know you love your freedom and would gladly bite off your left leg for it but I'm getting tired of that whiny old man… and he's running out of vases to throw," There was silence in the car, as all the girls stared at Anko waiting for her to continue. "-sigh- How about I make you girls a deal, but you have to stick to it, got it? If you girls can go the last week of school, which is next week, without getting shipped off to the office or even put in detention, we'll leave."

"What?!" Echoed throughout the car and Anko turned around to look the girls in the eye –whatthefuckwhothehellisdrving?! Oh, wait, the car was in the driveway to the house, nevermind-

"Really. We'll even move to Konoha, with that big mall, and skate park, and the college your brothers go to. But you have to behave. Agreed? We'll move in at the end of the summer, after our summer trip around the world. "

"Ohmaigawd, yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, oh ye-s!"

"Of-freaking-course!"

"Damn right we will!"

"Fuck yeah, Konoha, here we come!"

"That. Would. Be. A-fucking-mazing!"

"...Do you even have to ask at this point?!"

Anko sighed and shook her head, watching as the six girls raced from the car and to the house, practically jumping up and down in excitement, squealing loudly at the top of their lungs. Life with these girls –her girls- was bound to be interesting. No matter where they were.