Prologue
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The first thing he saw was something shining.
It was a rather large forehead.
He kept it to himself, smirking.
And what is with the long luscious pink hair?
What an unusual hair length and colour for a boy. He could use a tip or two from him.
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The first thing she saw was something white.
It was a rather weird eye colour.
'How odd,' she mused.
And what is with that horrible brown hair?
How unusual for a girl her age to have split ends. She could use a tip or two from her pink hair that she was extremely proud of.
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"Let me introduce your two new classmates, please make them feel welcomed... They are Haruno Sakura and Hyuuga Neji," the silver-haired teacher lazily intoned. It was amazing how he got a teaching position. He was always late and reads porn in front of underage students. What a normal teacher! He did not even stand up to welcome the new students. Merely letting his one eye roam across the pages of a certain orange book.
The one with the pink hair gave a tight smile and held back a fist that would have done unmentionables to the teacher. The teacher could have faked excitement or enthusiasm while he was introducing them!
"Yes, I'm Haruno Sakura," and gave a polite wave. The guys waved back with a grin. Hyuuga Neji gave an enquiring look to them. He did not know that the guys here were attracted to men. He would have to stay away. He moved forward and bowed stiffly, "Hyuuga Neji."
Sakura had a worried look on her face when the girls started squealing. Oh no! Were they going to steal her best girl friend? Or were they all attracted to the same gender? She sighed, 'Poor Neji.' They moved towards the back, with Neji cringing at the males trying to catch Sakura's attention; and Sakura nibbling her lip out of concern at the amount of females interested in Neji. Both for entirely wrong reasons in their minds.
And lesson began.
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"Right, lesson's over. An essay on Icha-Icha Paradise if you'd please." The silver-haired teacher, Scarecrow-sensei – Sakura feels that he did not even garner a single respect from her to call him by his true Japanese name – muttered.
"That was a LESSON?" Sakura hissed at Neji. He shrugged and replied, "They listed him as the teacher at the top of the list."
"I don't see how watching a slideshow of provocative poses of women and men is a lesson!!"
Neji winced. Sometimes, Sakura sounded like a girl. His name and voice was already girly enough; the shrieks were ear-piercing. Sakura was a boy though.
"That's right, he's a boy," He murmured to himself, not too sure whether it was to convince himself or not.
"Sorry, did you say something Neji?"
He shook his head.
That's right, Sakura is a boy.
Sakura furrowed her brows.
Neji was so cold and distant. Her voice did not help much. She thought Neji's voice would get softer and gentler in due time, however...
It got lower when they were just twelve years old. Three years ago... Her already low voice lowered an octave, just like a boy's. Neji was a girl though.
"That's right, she's a girl," She whispered softly, not too sure whether it was to convince herself or not.
Neji turned and gave a questioning look.
"It's nothing..."
That's right, Neji is a girl.
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A/N: Short prologue. Want me to continue it? I just want it to be a short story... And to at least finish it by this year.
