Well due to summer boredom, my mind has been making many fanfic ideas for a GaaraXOC. So I can't help myself to create another story. Hopefully this is a good one that will catch readers' attention.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

"Fukuhara-san! Fukuhara-san!" A group of girls called out to another.

Said girl turned to the group, waist long brown hair swishing as she smiled kindly towards them. "Yes, is there something I could help you with?"

"Today's homework assignment!" Piped a distraught girl from the group. "We weren't able to finish a certain portion of it. Can we please copy off you?"

"You know I can't do that." Her equally brown eyebrows knitted together as her honey colored eyes looked at them in slight disappointment. "However, I would love to help you ladies on trying to solve it."

"Really, Fukuhara-san?" The group of girls was looking at her with great admiration and relief. "That would really help us a lot! Thank you!"

"No problem. I'm always happy to help others when they need it." Her smile brightened even more as she led the group of girls to a set of desks in the classroom where they can finish the homework assignment before their teacher arrived to collect them.

…

"Over here! Over here, I'm open!" She was waving her arms to a fellow teammate in gym class. Today's sport was basketball.

"Hikaru! Here!" The basketball was quickly tossed over and was passed on to said girl.

She caught it with ease and set herself into position. In the corner of her eyes, she could see one of the members on the other team approaching her to try and smack it away. He had no such luck as she jumped and with a quick flick of her wrist shot the ball in the basketball hoop. Her and the rest of her team cheered in victory after hearing the gym instructor blow on his silver whistle tied around his neck.

"That was a great shot, Hikaru!" the boy who passed the ball to her earlier praised.

"Well, what would you expect from Fukuhara-san?" another spoke up. She was on the other team, but admitted how well Hikaru played. "She's an awesome athlete!"

"Oh, come on, guys." Her cheeks flushed from the embarrassment of all the attention she was getting. "That was a lucky shot."

"Yeah, along with all the other ten shots you made earlier."

"I'm telling you! Those were all lucky!"

The crowd surrounding Hikaru only laughed and tried to convince her otherwise until they were stopped by another whistle from the instructor and were told to hit the showers and change. After all, lunch was about to start soon.

…

"Fukuhara-san, sit here in our table!" One group called out to the young girl.

"I'm sorry, but we need to talk about the upcoming fall event we're planning for our class." Another, more studious looking group intervened.

"No! No! She should sit with us! We need to try and convince her in joining our basketball team!" This group was tossing around a basketball in their table.

Other tables began to argue about where Hikaru Fukuhara should sit, some coming up with reasons as to why she would sit there and how that serves as a great importance with her presence. The argument died down when the very same girl they were arguing over settled their dispute with a simple schedule of where she'll sit on what days of the week.

"And on Friday, I'll reserve those days to people who wanted to speak to me in private." She meant that to be for her many admirers that wish to reveal their crush on her with simple written letters of their confession.

None of the other tables thought to argue with her plan and all agreed that would be how they were going to share her.

"Thank you for understanding." She smiled her brilliant smile that made all the other students smile as well.

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Name: Hikaru Fukuhara. Age: 16. Family: single child. Occupation: High school sophomore. Appearance: has long dark brown hair and honey colored eyes. She weighs around 120 pounds and is 5 foot 6 inches tall. She's considered to be an idol student with her popularity, kindness, intelligence, looks, and athletic abilities. She ranks as one of the highest academic student of her year. She is liked by a majority of the students in the school and is favored and usually recommend by teachers whenever they needed a task done with a responsible student. Every month or so, she would have at least 4 boys confess their love for her. Her hobbies include cooking, sewing, drawing, music and whatever arts and craft that can be thought of. She often is seen helping others around the school or studying. Yes, she's a perfect little student.

And Gaara hated her.

Why? It's because he knew, he knew that all that goody two shoes of a perfect student was all an act. He knew that everything she did, the way she acted, her good grades, the athleticism was all just a mask to conceal her true self. She was nothing but a big fat liar, a fraud, a con artist to the students who thought of her as the school idol and he was infuriated that she could get away with it. But then again, he didn't care. Whatever she did and her reasons for it are of her own business as long as she didn't get him tied up into believing she was some sort of angel. If she didn't talk to him or attempt to use her charm on him, he would be fine for she was simply an annoyance to him.

"I don't get it. What's not to like about her?" Naruto, a blonde blue-eyed boy, asked him. He was his best friend. He's an idiot and has a tendency of shouting out his words. He also has three scratch marks on his left and right cheeks, making him look like he had whiskers.

"I don't know why you or anyone else can't see that she's a fake." Gaara grunted in frustration. Sometimes she doesn't even have to talk to him to annoy him. Just the mention of her irritated him enough, which happens to be on a daily basis with her being in every class of his. "Why can't any of you open your eyes?"

"I think you're the only one that sees her as a fake." Just then, Naruto's lips pulled up into a large grin, showing his teeth and sly expression. "Or maybe, you just say that in hopes that she'll come to you instead of the guys that constantly try to ask her out."

"Don't be stupid, you idiot." Gaara glared, his teal eyes glowing with murderous intent. "She's annoying and a nuisance to society."

"Wait a minute… what does that make me then?" Naruto pointed an index finger to himself.

"An idiot." He blurted it out as if it were the most obvious answer.

"Hey!" Naruto was offended by that. He would have said more, but Gaara made a sharp left. For a moment, he wondered why the redhead would quickly walk away until he realized that they were already at his house.

"See you tomorrow, Naruto." He waved a hand behind him, not even looking to see if the blonde would acknowledge it.

"Yeah, see ya." Naruto returned before cupping his hands to his mouth and shouting, "I know you like her! You're just clouded with jealousy!"

"Tch!" Gaara slammed the front door shut. He didn't want to hear anymore gibberish coming out from that moron's mouth. He knew for a fact that he didn't like that wannabe preppy, smart little teacher's pet. Besides, he didn't even like the innocent and gentle looking type. He was more turned on by the sexy type, but then again what man wouldn't be turned on by that? Hell, his older brother is always asking for one or going out to find one in a strip bar or something.

Unfortunately for those girls, (and yes it is unfortunate for them because Gaara is in fact one of many boys in school that is considered 'hot', along with Naruto, Sasuke, Neji, Kiba, etc…) he wasn't looking for a relationship or some chick to just bang for a night and leave (that was his brother's job). He had standards and he had goals. One of them was to become the next in line to his father's company, which didn't look too hard because Kankuro wasn't that interested nor was his sister, Temari, as she was more into creating her own company of designer's clothing (which she was accomplishing at the moment in college). That and he didn't want to get any diseases from some whore wanting to have a fun time and not care about the consequences of her life or any other for that matter. Once again, that's his brother's job.

Speaking of a brother… look who just came in and barged into his room in the process of doing homework. In all his black and purple attire, Kankuro was there to interrupt him. Gaara almost clenched his lead pencil into pieces if he didn't take any calming breathes. Sure, Gaara used to be a brat when he was younger and since they've grown and matured meant that they are less hostile to one another, didn't mean that he wouldn't place any less hurting if his older sibling didn't have a good reason for not knocking, invading his privacy, and later messing around with his stuff by lying on his bed.

"What do you want?" Gaara didn't stop from doing his homework. Interruptions be damned. He liked to finish his work early that way he wouldn't have to worry about them later.

"Aren't you forgetting what day it is?" Kankuro smiled, thinking about today.

"It's Thursday." Gaara scribbled his answer for problem number 14 on his math homework.

"No, I meant today's event." He started bouncing happily on Gaara's bed, making it more of a mess than it already was.

"No, and unless it pertains to my goals, I don't really care." Gaara was now finished with math. The subject was very easy.

"Remember when I said that I'm going to take you to a strip club so that you can relax?" Kankuro didn't even bother to wait for an answer from his younger sibling by two years. "Well, this is the day! So let's get going."

"I never agreed to something like that." Gaara was now reaching into his backpack to start on his physics homework. "Now leave me be."

"Aw, come on!" Kankuro wailed, reminding him of a certain blonde who often wails when he wanted something from him. "It'll just be this night."

"Can't you see that I have homework to finish?"

Kankuro waved an uncaring hand. "You're smart. You can do that before a minute it's due and still get an A." Then Kankuro sat up from the bed and stared at his redhead brother. "How about this? You spend 3 hours with me and I'll leave you alone for a weekend?"

"30 minutes and you'll leave me alone for a month with an additional hundred dollars by next week." Gaara knew that his brother won't give up and would rather bargain with him to shut him up. If he wanted brother bonding time, then a strip joint is not the best place. He would have agreed willingly if he had chosen a different place that was more to his tastes.

"What? At least one hour and 2 weeks, and I'll only pay you twenty." Kankuro tried to bargain.

"I'm not changing my offer."

"Fine!" Kankuro sighed. He thought it was a little too much, but as long as Gaara agreed to tag along with him. It was a rare chance that he would anyways, so he might as well accept the gracious time that he offered, else he changes it to zero time and never to allow him to bother him. "Get dressed… then again that's good too."

…

Gaara did not like this place at all. What's worse was how Kankuro broke the 30 minute deal and had him stay for an hour and a half. Now, he had to suffer the annoying loud music strippers had to dance to, the awful smell of smoking and beer, and the stupid drunkards and girls that asked for either some money to pay these very same girls or if he wanted a lap dance or strip tease. A simple deathly glare from him was all it took for them to back off and leave him alone in a corner at the very back of the room that screamed to leave him the fuck alone.

How did I manage to get myself stuck in this situation? He aggravatingly thought to himself. He shouldn't have let Kankuro convince him, he shouldn't have let him bribe the people at the front that he's alright to go in even though he's 16, and he shouldn't have to deal with all these annoyances. He had enough of it at school with that stupid Hikaru Fukuhara. Gaara sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. This wasn't worth having Kankuro leave him alone and a quick hundred bucks. He had the option of walking out of the strip club and walk home, but their home was too far and despite being trained to defend himself (as well as his siblings were), he didn't feel like getting his clothes dirty.

Besides… Gaara began, I think he's using his money all up on that whore. His eyes were directed at a red-faced Kankuro who was currently receiving a lap dance from a woman who tried to ask him earlier. He was stuffing bills in her thong will roaming his other hand to fondle the woman. He sneered at his older brother from the disgusting scene. Their father did not raise them to be like this. He better have the sense to drive us back home before daylight.

Another half hour passed, and he was strongly considering walking home. He didn't care anymore if his clothes got dirty. They already were after a drunken man stumbled against one of the girls serving drinks and those drinks happened to land on him. He had enough and the coating of alcohol on his clothes was enough. Storming up to his brother, he harshly told the slut to get off him and demanded his brother to take him home.

"Aw, wait Gaara. There's a show that's about to come up soon. I'm sure you'll like it." Kankuro begged and was frowning. His younger brother can be such a killjoy sometimes. He spent a mighty penny for that pretty busty girl.

"Kankuro. We're. Leaving. Now." Gaara hissed between clenched teeth. His fists that were clenching and unclenching were itching to smack his brother upside the head. He only agreed to stay for 30 minutes, it's already been well over 2 hours. He wanted to get home, take a shower, and finish his homework.

"But it's starting!" Kankuro looked up to see that the lights dimmed and the stage was the only thing shining, along with the girls and their sex appeal of course. "Look!"

Don't cause a scene. Gaara tried to remind himself. He knew that if he punched his brother, there's a possible chance that some drunken moron might think it fun and punch another drunken moron, which would cause a chain reaction and start a whole strip club fight, thus making it harder for him and Kankuro to leave in case that the whole fight will cause them to separate and they'll be left alone to fend off any stupid drunken moron that can think they can take them on. In other words: it was just not worth it and the show better be quick or else Gaara will steal the car keys away and risk getting pulled over and due to the alcoholic beverage being spilled on him, be arrested for DUI.

Another painful 30 minutes passed by until Gaara decided that his brother got enough of a fill for the show and reached for the back collar of his shirt. He began to drag his complaining brother out from where he was sitting and was making his way for the exit. He was almost there when he heard the loud crackling noise from a loud speaker somewhere call out a certain name that was all too much of a coincidence. He was just a few steps away from reaching the exit and pushing open the door, but his curiosity got the best of him and he turned around just in time to see the spotlight centered on an girl with long dark brown hair and honey colored eyes, and clothed in what appears to be sexy black lingerie with a few streamers and bows added to it.

"No way…" He let go of his brother to rub at his eyes, resulting in a grunt of pain from the elder.

It had to be from all the smoke and flashing lights. He knew that she was a fake, he knew that her acting was just a mask to hide something, but he didn't think that what she was hiding beneath her mask was this. It wasn't in her… at least he didn't think this was in her. Rubbing his eyes again for reassurance, the girl on the stage that was now doing some pole dances was in fact Hikaru Fukuhara.

"Remember! Miss Fukuhara-san is a very valuable employee. You men can only watch and not touch!" He could hear the crackling of a voice from the loud speaker.

Not wanting to miss this moment, Gaara walked closer to the stage and dug into his pocket for his phone. Flipping it open, he quickly went over to camera mode and began snapping pictures of her barely clothed form, then he switched it to video mode and took a quick twenty seconds of recording before flipping it closed and stuffing his phone back into his pocket. Looking back to where he left his brother, he saw that he was already standing up and leaning against the door frame of the exit with a smirk plastered on his lips.

As soon as they got in the car, Kankuro began, "See? I told you that you would like it. You even took photos as a token of your memories."

"Shut up and drive." Gaara demanded. He still stinks of alcoholic beverages. Once they got on the road, he didn't want his brother jumping to any conclusions and added, "I didn't take those pictures for that purpose. This is merely evidence for a much larger scheme." Kankuro hummed in disbelief, but Gaara didn't care much. He had his phone back in his hands and was looking at the pictures he'd taken.

Finally… He smirked. Now, he can show Naruto how much of a fraud she really is. But why can't I have some fun with this? He thought to himself and started to devise a little plan on the drive back home. Yes, I think I should at least make her show her true colors to me. It would be great to see her reactions to these.

"Tomorrow's Friday." Gaara muttered to himself remembering something from earlier today.

Though Kankuro heard and replied with, "Good thing too!"

Gaara couldn't agree more.

Well, tell me what you think. Then, I'll see if people are interested enough to have the next chapter up or not.