READ: This story is based on an idea I got from playing Sims. (i'm weird like this. I actually play out ideas in my sims games . lol) but this is a group of teens, too old for their orphanages but too young for living ontheir own, forced to share a house. (btw, if anyone knows if there is a name for these houses, please tell me. XD)

This story will be really different from my other stories. I'm going for more of a comedic/drama/friendship/romance.

There will be drama, not 'oh my god Hidan's twin brother is trying to take hidan's place and marry sakura, but Sasori just got home from the war and is trying to stop it all from happening by revealing itachi's plan for world domination' -lol idk don't ask.

But it will have life going on in it. This is cliche, BUT sakura is not going to walk in and have all the guys beggin for her. she won't be epic popular girl who gets everything she wants nor is she going to be epic depressed .

Housemates: Sakura, Itachi, Deidara, Hidan, Sasori and Chiyo as the 'housemother'.

Please read ^_^


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Chapter one: The Transition

Have you ever felt you didn't belong anywhere? And no, I don't mean in the cliques or teams at school. I mean with a real family of loved ones. You know? A dog, or a cat, some brothers or sisters. Maybe not, you could be an only child. And then you have the mom and dad. Devoted, loving, sometimes they let you get away with murder, or not, they might be strict!

Well, I don't have a family like that. I don't have a family at all. For reasons, I don't know, I don't have parents. Maybe I was put up for adoption, maybe my parents just died. Who cares?

All I know is that, as cute as I was, or thought I was, I never was adopted. Do you know what they do with kids who never get adopted? They ship them to boarding schools, or houses run by and adult or two. They make you finish school and then get a job, so you're not a burden to society anymore.

I'm Sakura Haruno, 16 year old orphan, and I'm being kicked out my orphanage to go live at the Suna Flats, a boarding school (low budget, boarding school) to live until I can take care of myself.

I was sure that the reason I wasn't adopted was my large forehead…or maybe it was my pink hair. I don't know. I do know, however, that since I was not adopted, I will be forced into a three bedroom home to live out the last two years of high school.

I approached the flat, dingy peeling blue paint covered the walls, on the outside. I groaned. I Just couldn't wait to see the indoors! In case you hadn't noticed I was sarcastic. I hated this. It wasn't that I missed my old orphanage, it was that, well, I didn't want to live in a co-ed dorm like house.

Yeah, it's co-ed. I don't know anything about these people, not to mention, the possibility of guys, and yet here I was.

The door was decorated in a bunch of rusted numbers. 506, that was me. I knocked gently, not wanting them to answer really, so I could actually just leave. Maybe I would join a circus for unusually large foreheads…

I sighed, thinking I would get the wish but I heard stomping coming from inside.

"Am I the only fucking one who answers this damn thing!" The door swung open to reveal a man with slicked back silver hair ( how odd…) that was dripping wet. He had a towel loose around his waist and the sight sent blood rushing to my face.

"What the fuck do you want, pinky?" he yelled. I knew it, not only was I rooming with at least one guy, he had to be the kind that ran around the house naked as he pleased.

"I t-think I have the wrong house, I…I'll just be going!" I took a step back and bumped into something warm and hard. My green eyes shifted up and I met the dark black eyes of another man. He had line is his face, ones that showed, despite his age, he was wise.

A smile crossed my lips and his eyes flashed a smile back, even though his lips remained still. I removed myself form him and stood strait to get a better look. He was tall, with pale skin and raven black hair. It was tied loosely behind his head. He wore a black button up shirt, unbuttoned, and a red tee beneath it.

"Hidan, I told you to stop answering the door in a towel…" his voice hit me like smooth velvet, not that cheap kind, but the really rich plush stuff that made most girls squeal. I scoffed. Maybe I was wrong…his voice seemed nice, but is was monotonous. He was probably one of those cold guys that took every chance possible to make you feel inferior. Well, I was going to be the best doctor ever and he wasn't going to get the best of me!

Hidan, so I learned, growled, "The fucking blonde was busy playing with his fucking dirt and you know how Sasori is…" he walked inside.

The tall man sighed and looked at me, "You must be Sakura, our new tenant of sorts…I'm Itachi Uchiha…" He extended his hand and I took it gently. He reached down and kissed it.

It sent shivers down my spine, but I had heard of him before, "You must be Sasuke's older brother…He was at the orphanage with me. Said he hated you…"

I could see a flash of pain cross his eyes, "Yes, we used to be close, but after our parents…passed…we just haven't been the same…" I didn't like the way he spoke of the subject, but hey, it was him or half naked Hidan who yelled at me.

Itachi invited me in and I got a good look at the place, and to tell you the truth. It was fabulous, well, as fabulous as it could get on a budget. The inside was definitely much better than the outside. The walls were a crisp baby blue with dark blue molding at the bottom. There was a plush looking couch, thought the print was a little outdated, and a matching love seat and recliner. There was a pretty decent TV, but it was hooked into a VCR, yeah, talk about retro.

It was one with the kitchen, only separated by a short wall. I could see four door along the wall, and a dining table at the far end of the room. There was a sliding glass door that led to the back yard. I couldn't see much, yet.

The door closest to me swung open and Hidan, from earlier, came stomping out. He started cursing and cussing about his room mate, apparently named Deidara, making too much noise with his mud.

He was followed by a blonde…boy? Yeah, he was a boy all right, just had the longest and prettiest blonde hair I'd ever seen. It rivaled that of my old friend Ino's. I assumed this was Deidara.

Deidara rushed out after him holding a glob a tan clay, oh, the mud…and was threatening to rub it all over Hidan's face and clothes. Hidan turned and pulled out a pocket knife, "You do that and I'll cut you hair! I fucking give you split ends you damned girly fuck!".

Itachi looked at me, "Don't worry, this is normal, and the worst was a broken arm," he walked toward the kitchen and motioned for me to follow, "They really are pretty good friends, but they get on each others nerves terribly."

I nodded. I didn't put a word in my memory bank. All I knew was I was rooming with a girly boy, a psycho, and a genius stiff.

"So wait, where's the house mother, or whatever you call her…or him," I asked.

He turned and shrugged, "Chiyo is probably out shopping or something." He pulled out a chair, obviously for me, and took my bag. He set it on the floor beside me.

"So, tell me, how has your day been?" You had to be kidding me, right? Did he seriously just ask me how my day was?

"Well, aside from being forced from what I knew and thrown into this psychotic sausage fest, I've been just dandy!" I put on my cheesiest smile, so cheesy Kraft would be jealous.

"Well, I hope it continues to be so," I glared. He was a smart ass, too, wasn't he? I leaned back and just wished this nightmare would end. Was it too late for me to go back to my circus idea?

I reached for my bag and looked up to see Hidan had Deidara pinned to the floor, "Say it girly boy! Say it my little Deidara-chan." I giggled, Hidan was certainly a prick and would have to steer clear of him.

"Never, un!" this earned the blonde a one way ticket to disgusting-ville. I had to turn away. I had never seen someone cut themselves wide open, and I didn't want to see it again. The blood didn't disturb me at all, it was the pleasured face of the silver haired man that got me.

He then proceeded to dribble his blood all over Deidara. I jumped up, "Knock it off, ot I'll knock you both into next week!"

Hidan stood up and glared, "I fucking dare you pinky,". Okay, I'm not bragging or anything, nor am I trying to seem tougher than I was, but there were a few things you didn not say to me.

One, anything about my forehead. For all I know this is a hereditary trait for one of my birth parents.

Two, anything about my pink hair. I will kill those who call me cotton candy head again.

Three, I dare you. I will tear your ass a new one for trying to egg me on, or in this case, doubt my threats.

I stormed over to him and let's just say those two years of self defense they taught came to good use. My foot collided with his gut and I sent him reeling back. He didn't fall, nor did he start coughing up blood or anything like that. I did, however knock the wind out of him.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," I growled darkly, "I have a few rules I want to place right here and right now. I don't want to see any of you naked. Nor in a towel. Not in your underwear, boxers, or birthday suits, in case I wasn't clear enough." I caught Hidan's face. He was not a happy camper.

"Secondly, I don't want you in my room at any time, whether I'm here or not. One thing goes out of place and you all pay for it! And trust me, I'll know!" Okay, so here's confession time. I'm a neat freak. If everything gets out of place, I go nuts. I hate when people lay dishes around the house. It attracts bugs and I don't like the smells too much either.

"I also, don't want whatever this is," I referred to their childish, and sadistic, form of play, "to happen again. You get blood on my floor, and I will tear your ass up," There was total truth to this. Blood is meticulous when it comes to cleaning. If not done right, it would stain forever. I could already see a few of the stains in the carpet and tile. Ew.

"No, I'll make this clear now, I do not want to date you," yeah right, even if they were crazy, I knew they wouldn't like me and my forehead, "I'm really not interested.

"I'm here to get school over with so I can go on and live my crap life. Don't bother me, and don't get in my way. I'll do laundry and dishes, but if you purposefully make it hard on me, I'll kill you by breaking chicken bones into your apple sauce and let the pieces tear your esophagus to nothing. Any questions?"

"Yeah, what if I don't like apple sauce?" Hidan grinned and I lost it. Itachi was right behind me holding me back from tearing his esophagus myself.

The masochist grinned and walked up. My anger flew when he decided to kiss my cheek and inform me that, "I like 'em feisty!"

"Let me go or I'll kill you, too!" I screamed. Deidara raised his brow at me then walked to what I assumed was the bathroom, to clean the blood off of him.

It took a full five seconds to calm me down, because I heard a chuckling coming from my side. An old woman was standing there with her little hand bag cluthed tightly in her fist, "I like you already!" she smiled.

Behind her was another guy, great. He was holding her three bags of groceries. His eyes were a sweet milk chocolate and his hair was a mess of crimson tangles. I could tell by the blank look on his face, that he was not going to abide by my rules. I glared. He glared back.

"I'm Chiyo, but most of these boys just call my granny," she smiled, "This here is my grandson, Sasori. I see you met the other two boys. What did you think of them?"

I tried to choose my words wisely, not wanting to offend, but the words spilled out, "I hate them!"

Chiyo laughed, "Oh, don't worry. Their like a stubborn fungus, they grow on you, and once attached, impossible to get rid of!"

Not only did I grimace at the mental image, I grimaced at the thought of these boys actually growing on me. I didn't make long lasting friends. When you live in a small orphanage, you don't make very many keepers. They get adopted, then you're left alone. Sasuke and Naruto had been my only friends. Sasuke was separated from me a year ago, when a distant uncle came and got him. Then Naruto was adopted by some old pervert.

I was left alone. I don't blame them, not at all. But I did feel upset at the fact that two 14 year old boys were adopted, whereas one little girl couldn't get that lucky break. I shook my head, "Nope, I don't do friendships…"

"Then I am not your friend?" Itachi looked at me. He actually made a pouty face. My eyes widened and I stepped away. He smiled for real this time and informed Chiyo, he was going to his room. He then made his way to the far room, the one closest to the back door.

"So those were some pretty strict rules you laid down, Sasori dear, go put those away for me," he nodded and glowered at me as he walked past. I stuck my tongue out, rather childishly.

"Yeah, if I'm going to live here too, I'm not going to be subjected to vile and lewd behavior…"

Chiyo laughed, "I kind of liked having naked teenage boys around…" If this were some cartoon, my jaw would have hit the floor, but this was not, and god knows what was on it.

"I…uh…" I didn't even know how to respond. She only laughed, "I'm only kidding Sakura, dear. They don't do that while I'm here, and shouldn't with you either, though you are a hot one!"

Once again I was floored. No one had ever called me hot, not ever that creepy boy, Lee, from the fifth grade. I was youthful, but not hot.

The old woman stretched, "Well, you'll be rooming with me, unless you'd like to trade out with one of the boys," she winked, I shuddered.

"No thank you, I'd rather die first…" she led me to the second door, just after Hidan's room and before the bathroom. When opened I almost gagged. It smelled like old lady. Like peppermint foot rubs and old candy. I also detected a hint of perfume that was probably no longer on the shelves and hadn't been in fifty years. I tried to be polite, but still.

My bed seemed new enough. Clean pink and red sheets and soft pillows.

"They said those were your favorite colors, so I went ahead and tried to make you feel welcome," my heart softened.

"Thanks, Chiyo, ma'am," Maybe I'd make this one friend. She was it though, because I was not spending my free afternoons playing with dirty clay, blood or endless games of chess, with the additional mind games Itachi was bound to throw in.

She sighed, and don't get her started on that red head. He was the epitome of anti-social, or maybe socially inept. Either way, he was rude. She laid down on the bed and watched Chiyo leave the room, muttering about dinner. I closed my eyes and felt a tear slide down. It was one of the only tears I've cried in the passed few years. Ino, my old friend from middle school, taught me that tears didn't help. I stopped crying after that. The last time, of course, was when Naruto and Sasuke had left me alone in the retched place.

This was the only tear I would ever cry again. I wiped it away and buried my face into my pillow, glad that it smelled like fabric softener and not the smell that currently had the room overwhelmed.

I hadn't noticed that I had even fallen asleep. When I woke, it had to have been only an hour or two later and wafting smells of stew caught my attention. My stomach rumbled violently and I groaned. I forgot. I actually hadn't eaten anything at all that day. I don't really eat much anyway, because you should try the food they served at the orphanage. It was tasteless and if it did have taste, it was usually that flavor that came with food just passed its time.

I lazily pushed myself from the bed and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. It was one thing getting up after an unwanted nap in a new place, but it was another to already hear the laughing coming from the kitchen/dining room. I was basically starving, but didn't want to face the flame just yet.

Soon, my growling tummy won, as it probably would always. I sighed and opened the door and peeked out. Hidan was next to Deidara, and Itachi was sipping hot tea. Oh, something I haven't had in a long time! Chiyo was talking about some crazy kids she ran into while enrolling me into the new high school. Sasori was no where to be found.

After my mental prep, I was finally ready to walk into the fray. Deidara just waved, his mouth full of bread and stew. Itachi gave me a look, but smiled gently. It was Hidan I was going to destroy.

"Hey, sleeping beauty," he winked, "I was tempted to kiss you awake, but then I remembered. You have to be pretty to be sleeping beauty."

I felt my blood pressure rise faster then superman could fly. Itachi shot him a dirty look and Hidan glared back, "What the fuck is your problem Uchiha?"

Deidara kicked Hidan beneath the table and both boys flew into a glaring match. I was about ready to destroy them both, but that would have to wait until my belly was full and happy. I helped myself to a healthy dose of the food, which smelled absolutely wonderful. My mouth already began to water.

I sat next to Chiyo and Itachi, hoping to avoid Hidan. The first bite was heavenly, and I wished I could have been able to swallow it.

"I've never seen Hidan flirt so much, and look even Deidara and Itachi are fighting over you!" four different spouts of food or tea shot all over the place, much to my dismay. Itachi started coughing and choking on his tea. The other two, were now angry at each other for spitting meat and potatoes on the other.

The silver haired boy glared, "I don't do flirting, I just fuck," I glared at the choice of words, "Besides, she's not my Jashin-damned type!"

Deidara laughed at Hidan, "Your face is red, un!"

I felt sick. I also did not like the thought of Hidan flirting with her, nor his idea of a relationship.

"Wait…what the hell is a Jashin?" I asked the table. Hidan grabbed a small circle pendant on his neck and held it up, "Jashin is my deity, my god. And he will smite you if you fucking don't shut up while I'm trying to fucking eat!"

I glared, "Do you think it's necessary to use such foul language in front of a young lady?"

The Jashinist jumped up, "Young lady? Where? Fuck yeah, I'd like to bone that ass…oh wait you were referring to you?" he sat back down, "I wouldn't consider you a young lady…"

"That's it!" I leapt across the table and tackled him to the floor, ready to punch his lights out. I was pulled back quickly by strong hands. I looked up and groaned. Why him? Of all the people in the room, why did stick-in-ass have to be the one to pull me off?

Sasori glared, "No fighting. Wasn't that one of your own rules?" Shit. He had me there. I pulled my arm away.

"I'm not hungry anymore…" I bit back the tears that threatened to fall. I was humiliated and angry. I curled up on the bed and took seven deep breaths. It usually calmed me down, but not this time. Why was a natural cry baby? Is that why people didn't want me? Was it because I either cried, or was tough? I hated this! I wanted to go home, but there was no home to go to!

I hit the pillow and felt the tears fall. Why was I so different from these guys? What made me that way? If it was because I was just a girl! Oh! I was going to hurt someone…

I reached into my bag and pulled out the photo of my best friends in the entire world. I smiled and felt tears hit the glass and blur the picture. Naruto was glaring at Sasuke. Sasuke was disinterested and I was in the middle. Smiling happily because I was right where I wanted to be, even if it was for those few minutes.

A light knock at the door startled me from dreamland and I jumped, "One second," I croaked. I hated my voice when I cried. It always made me feel weak. Shoving the photo under my pillow, I leapt from the bed and up to the door. I wiped my eyes dry and opened it. Itachi stood there with a bowl in his hands .It was stew.

"I know you're hungry," he placed it in my hands, "And look at that…you're human after all," he poked my forehead and left me confused, then I realized he was talking about the runny nose and red puffy eyes.

The raven haired Uchiha smiled and ruffled my hair, "Don't let them get to you, this is how they normally are. It may not seem like it," he smiled, "But Hidan really is trying to be nice. That," he pointed to the silver haired boy screaming profanity at some video game, "Is just who he is…"

I nodded, not really buying into it, but Itachi was being incredibly nice to me and I smiled. Maybe we could be friends, too.

His hand ruffled my hair again and he left me with my dinner, something my stomach was begging for. I gave in, of course. That night, I actually slept pretty good. It was the next day I was dreading.

Chiyo woke me up at six, declaring that the bus came at eight. I groaned. Bus? Didn't any of these guys drive? Well, turns out they all had licenses, but none of them could afford a car. Deidara had an after school job at the art supply shop, but he would never make enough for even the worst lemon of cars. So they all took the bus.

I truly did not want to ride a bus with them. The orphanage was just a few blocks away from my old school, so I usually just walked. This high school was three miles from my new home, and through some pretty dangerous territory. All the houses on this block, were just like mine. They were full of misfits and kids who weren't wanted. Some refused to graduate, just so they would always have a place to live. Others found easier ways of living i.e. theft and mugging.

I didn't want to be hurt, nor did I want to get in trouble my first week here. The high school was run down and not a place most kids would ever get a really good education, but like I had been the past 24 hours, things weren't always as they seemed. The principle was an Uchiha named Madara. He was angry most of the time, for who knows why, but the kids loved him because he had a split personality disorder. He usually walked around as Madara, but occasionally 'Tobi' would come out and truth be told, he was the one everyone loved.

Tobi was crazy random and funny. He loved to run around the school, annoying the teacher and even dancing in the lunch line for his dango. I haven't met him yet, but the boys I live with, don't much care for him, especially Deidara.

The bus ride hadn't been bad. I sat next to a quiet shy girl with pretty eyes. She didn't say much but I did learn her name was Hinata. She was also being forced to got o this school, so her sister could receive the better education at private school.

She was lucky. I didn't even have a sister. I would go to a run down place like this for ten years if it meant I could have a sibling!

Inside, I followed Itachi to the front office. He then left to go to class. After a long wait, and three bells, one for class the other two for warning and tardy, I was called into the office. Behind the desk was a tall man with blood red eyes. They were very creepy. His hair was long and spiky.

"I am principal Uchiha, but you can call me Madara," he grabbed a small stack of paper, "It appears you don't really play well with others, but you are incredibly smart and gifted in science, math, and phys. ed. We could use you on one of our teams, maybe track? Volleyball?" he raised his brow and I shrugged, "I'm willing to look over these bad marks on your report, if you at least try out for a few teams. I'm also placing you in advanced classes, if you can handle it."

I nodded, "Yessir…" my voice came out higher and faster than I wanted it to, but this man scared the oblivion out of me.

He nodded and tapped away at his computer. "I don't know if your housemates mentioned, but we run on a block schedule," that was unknown and foreign to me.

"We have four classes today, and four separate ones tomorrow, making eight classes total per semester. Each class is ninety minutes long, with a lunch period somewhere in you c block class."

I was partially lost, but Itachi would probably help me understand. "Today, you are to go to A5 for history, D14 for science, I11 for language, and then I've scheduled your tryouts and the eventually P.E. for your final class." he handed me the paper, "I is upstairs the rest are downstairs, feel free to ask anyone you see. Come back tomorrow for your B day classes." With that, the conversation was over. I blinked and stood to leave.

"Oh and I don't want to see you in here again after that, we're strict about our policies. See the secretary for your ID, which must be worn on a lanyard around your neck at all times in this campus. Do I make myself clear?" His voice turned dark, meaning he meant business. I nodded shakily and did as I was told.

The secretary was nice enough and gave me a small map of the school to help me out. Then she took my picture and handed me the plastic card on a lanyard. I draped it over my neck and thanked her politely.

This day was going to suck. I just knew it. Sure enough. My first class was terrible. I wasn't used to sitting in the class for that long and was stir crazy by the end. Not to mention how many people wanted to know why I got away with dying my hair so odd. Most of them wanted to know if the carpet matched. That was where I drew the line. If I wasn't so scared that the principal would eat my soul on first offense, I would have killed him.

I was happy to see Hinata in my second block class, but unhappy to see that she already had a lab partner and I would be paired up with this weird quiet boy. He seemed familiar, but I didn't push it. His name was Sai, and he had a trauma disease that stunted his emotion. I was half curious to find out what trauma he had suffered, but the boy was too blunt for his own good.

He told me that since we were now friends, he deemed it necessary to nickname me based on my traits. Instead of something normal, I get called ugly hag. So I punched him across the face.

I would have been in trouble, had he not spoke up saying that it was okay. I sort of thanked him for it.

Itachi was in my language class as well as Mr. anti-social. I groaned. Itachi was nice, as always, so I sat next to him. Apparently that was the wrong move. Girls got defensive when the guy the fawned over was approached by the new girl. They went bat shit crazy, when he announced I was his new room mate.

Lunch was purely unbearable. Itachi had it with me of course, but so did the others. Hidan kept stealing the fries from my tray and Sasori was completely anal the entire time, making sure I ate all the food and didn't spill any. He also had the gall to call me a pink haired twit. I was absolutely sure I hated him. Deidara was actually pretty nice to me. He offered his apple when Hidan took mine. I wasn't very hungry, so I turned him down. Did you know he has some pretty damn gorgeous eye? They were such a pretty blue. I also found out he was in art class. He was a clay user, preferring the wet, sticky earth to anything else. Deidara told me about his love for art, and fleeting moments. I didn't understand him and before I questioned him, stick-ass interrupted telling him he was stupid and that eternal was better.

Itachi laughed, "Ignore them. They fight over it all the time." I asked about what, and he told me it their view on art. Sasori apparently loved art that lasted through the ages, always able to be seen and enjoyed, where as Deidara believed it was better to see art fleeting away, leaving you begging for more, but you know it will never come.

I like art, well, looking at it, and I would have to agree on both terms. Art that lasted forever was always there to inspire and create soft passions. It could also be there for future generations, but have you ever seen colorful fireworks? I loved watching them fly off into the distance with a white smoky trail and ending in a huge burst of energy and color. It was those images that were burned into my memory, and mine alone. No one else had seen it the exact way I had, and no one ever will. It was my image alone.

The bell rang and we finished third block. It was now on to sports tryouts.

Sports. What can I say about sports? I personally love running and jogging and working out, but I hate team sports, where I have to rely on others and they have to rely on me. I didn't like playing kickball with a new set of kids every month. Teams were supposed to get used to each other and know their faults, and how could you do that when kids were constantly in and out of that place? Okay, so maybe I'm talking too much about being left behind at the orphanage, but it…it's one of the only things I let bother me. It's the only thing that can bother me constantly!

The field was large, but in desperate need of care. The grass was little long and tickled my ankles. The yard lines were faded and barely visible. I saw a few people already all the way on the other side. Great. So far out there. Already making me work. At least the sun was hidden behind some clouds, reducing the discomfort of being out here. I hoped it would finally rain and become cool.

My heart smiled seeing a familiar face. Hinata was shyly standing in the small crowd of girls. I waved and walked up to her.

"Hey, Hinata." I said walking up. The coach was a slender woman with wavy brown hair and piercing red eyes. I wondered silently if she was related to the principal. She announced herself as Kurenai Yuhi. We were allowed to call her Kurenai Sensei.

Hinata told me that she was here to try out for something, because her father was angry that she hadn't shown ambition in that area. He was a martial arts teacher, who owned The Hyuuga Dojo downtown. Hinata was supposed to one day take over and run the dojo herself, but she hadn't been very strong growing up.

I felt sorry for her. She had been born with a heart defect, making her weaker than other people. If she ever overworked herself, she could probably die of heart failure, or cardiac arrest. She also had to closely monitor the fats she took in. The Hyuuga girl was at a high risk of heart attack. Kurenai knew this, so always worked the girl lightly.

"Ok, ladies," the sensei smiled, "I want you to fill out these forms for which sport you're signing up with. Then next class we'll actually try you out. Once you pass or fail the try out, we'll send you to the new class, or try you out for something new."

I looked at the paper she handed me. There weren't many to choose from, but there was cheerleading (yuck, not for me), dancing (actually sounded pretty good), volleyball (also good), and track. I loved running, but the hot months were coming, and back in Konoha City, it was always warm, never hot. Here in Suna, the summer was practically unbearable.

I shook my head, maybe next year for fall semester. So that left me with dance or volleyball. Hinata sat down beside me on the bleachers, "I usually take dance…it's not too rough and you lose a lot of weight…" I scanned over the girl. She didn't need to lose weight. I swore if a hard wind blew right now she would be gone forever.

But dance did sound pretty good, so I checked the box. Me and Hinata sat and talked for the rest of the class. Kurenai announced for us to head back to the building, and that school was about to be out.

For the first day, it wasn't so bad. I wasn't looking forward to the next day though. Madara had said four new classes awaited me.

On the bus ride…home…Hidan decided it would be fun to pull at my hair, trying to determine if I wore a wig. Itachi scolded him and sat down beside me, "So, imouto, how was your first day at this hell hole?" I raised my eyebrow. Since when did Itachi curse? And since when was I his sister? Best not to think about these things, right?

"It was decent, besides Stick-ass and Ass-hat…" the Uchiha laughed at my choice of nicknames for Sasori and Hidan. I had actually mulled over what I was going to call the other two. So far, Deidara was Dei-chan, Dei-kun, or my personally favorite DeiDei. He would kill me if I called him any of these, but it was all I could think of for now… Itachi, however, I was having trouble. He was so mysterious, but he was nice. He considered me his sister, which was nice, because I hadn't been anyone's sister in a long time, not since Sasuke and Naruto.

"I'm probably going to sign up for dance,…hm….Ita-nii," he smiled warmly at me. I guess it wouldn't be so bad to have an older brother.

Chiyo was home when we arrived and she had a switch in her hands. And in case you didn't know, a switch was usually a long thin piece of wood, plastic or even tree that was used to punish. I swallowed hard at the look on her face.

Itachi grabbed my arm and pulled me to the side, "Hidan has the tendancy to be crazy after school and pick on Deidara. She uses that to make sure he sits down and does his homework in a fashionable time." I nodded, "But she's not afraid to put the rest of us in our place if we don't finish homework in at least two hours of walking in door…"

I swallowed hard again and followed the boys to the dining room table. Sasori walked to his room instead and slammed the door behind him. "Why is he so special? Doesn't he have homework, too?"

"He does, but Granny trusts him not to fuck around and actually do his work," Hidan growled dragging his pencil across his notebook.

"That's not really fair." I scowled, "What about Itachi? She doesn't trust him?"

Itachi laughed, "She does, but I usually help Hidan and Dei with their work.".

I actually didn't have too much to do, mostly due to the fact I was new and didn't have to start the actual work until the lesson was over. My eyes drifted up once I was done and Deidara was asking Itachi about number four and Hidan was doodling his religion's symbol all over the paper. Suddenly Chiyo popped him in the leg with the switch.

I gasped, not expecting someone to actually be hit with the thing. Hidan hissed in pain and looked at her, "You know Granny, any harder and I might get a turn on from this," he earned another smack, "OK, OK!" he started to work on the problems again.

"Done, granny," Deidara stood, "I have to get to work, I'll see you guys later, un…" He grabbed his bag and tossed it into his room, grabbed a paint and clay dirtied smock and raced out the door.

I sighed, totally bored out of my wits. Maybe I should find a book to read or something…The shelf was barren of anything really good. Great.

"Hey, Ita-nii, is there a book store near here?"

He looked up, "I have a collection in my room, if you'd like to take a look." Itachi stood from the table, "If you want I can take you to the store."

It wouldn't hurt to look, "I guess I can look, what kind of stuff do you read?'

"I love mystery and horror, but I'll let you in on a small secret," he leaned down, "I'm a sucker for romance."

I laughed, not really able to picture Itachi sitting with some gushy romance novel. "I like mystery,".

Actually, I loved science books, like medical stuff, but Itachi wouldn't have that there. I was serious about becoming a doctor. It was going to be the longest bumpiest road I would ever take, but it was my dream. I, also, really loved manga. I know it greatly clashed with my other reading material, but it was nice to shake it up a bit.

He opened his door, and I noticed immediately that the room was very dark. It was two beds with black sheets. The walls were painted crimson.

Sasori sat at his desk and had a screw driver in hand. In the other hand was a small wooden figure. His concentration was inspiring, but anger flashed on his eyes when he turned to greet Itachi.

Itachi laughed and led me to his book shelf. There was a small collection full of books I'd never heard of. I found a few that were nice and grabbed them. The raven haired boy walked up and smiled, "These are really good,"

I nodded and thanked him. My gaze drifted back to the crimson haired boy's side of the room. He had several shelves covered in his little figures. I realized they were puppets. That must have been his art.

Once back in my room, safe from Hidan insulting me and Sasori's dark glare, I sat down and began to read. I became lost in the world of the book.

When Itachi walked in I jumped, "Dinner is ready, imouto," I nodded in return and followed him into the kitchen. Hidan had his plate filled with mashed potatoes and the roast slices. My mouth watered and stomach growled. I filled my plate with the same food as well as the broccoli and cheese. Immediately the dinner became loud when Chiyo walked in and started rebuking Hidan for not eating veggies.

Dinner was amazing. I loved it and knew that my diet would be out the door if I didn't watch myself better. I wanted seconds, but my stomach pleaded with me.

I looked around the house and smiled softly. It was time to clean up. I donned appropriate clothing: a tank top I owned, a pair of shorts and a hand kerchief tied in my hair.

I was ready! I know most teens hate cleaning, but if I don't clean messes, I go insane. They bother me. Dust irritates my sinuses, as well as odd smells kill me. Unsightly scenes drove me to hysteria. My room mates at the orphanage always abided by my rules, because finding an old plate of food that was left out for days by their own carelessness was not pleasant. Then there was finding it in your bed. I always made sure they quickly learned.

I grabbed the broom, mop and a laundry basket. First things first, I needed to pick up all of the crap lying around the room. Hidan's dirty clothes, ew, Deidara's art supplies, Itachi's…well nothing. Sasori and Itachi didn't have anything lying around. I shoved the clothes and blacks of unopened clay and clay tools into the basket and set it up in front of their door.

Next, I would have to sweep. Luckily, the living room and kitchen were hardwood floors, and only one big rug rested underneath the couch. This made it much easier to do my job. After thirty minutes, the room was swept. I happily stood over one of the multiple dirt piles and pushed it into the pan.

Mopping came next. One of the best things about cleaning was the lemon scented cleaner. It smelled wonderful. Finally, I dusted and cleaned the window door.

My hands hurt, but I felt really good about the mess being clean, that is until Hidan walked out of his room. He immediately tripped over the basket.

"SHIT! FUCK! FIRE! AND HELL!" he grabbed at his newly scraped knee, "You bitch! What the hell?"

I bit back the urge to grab him and shake him violently, "That's the crap I found lying around in the room. You'll find that basket there every time I find your dirty clothes and things lying in this living room."

Hidan continued cursing me out and tell me that Jashin was going to smite me. I rolled my eyes. It was now late, and I wanted to sleep.

I laid down on my bed and glared at the wall. This was the worst place I'd ever been and no amount of kindness from Itachi or wonderful food from Chiyo was going to make it better. I shut my eyes and wished I would wake up in a loving home where I was wanted, but knew it would never be.


ATTENTION::: I need a new title for this, I could not for the life of me think of a good one. Now that you have a feel for the story, please tell me what you think it should be! I need help with this. I'll give credit in next chapter, as well as(of course) changing the title to your suggestion.

Was it boring? I hope not XD im playing with your brains! lol jk, im tired . Were the characters too OOC? I really need feedback guys...

Oh this story may or may not become my priority, i still have Cirque to work on and need to get the next chapter out soon...

oh well..

Lady Pyrien

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