Title: Clause-O-Fied

Summary: SuperPOWERS. From signing a BEHAVIORAL CONTRACT. Kami, my life was crazy. OC fic. AU.

Status/Type: Incomplete. Ongoing story.

Notes: This fic contains two OCs-Sia Uchiha and Kira Clemmings.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything belonging to Naruto. I only own the story of this plot and my OCs. I do also not own Vitamin Water or YouTube.

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Clause-O-Fied

Prelude

~THE CLAUSE~

We, the below signed, hereby agree:

~To change our erring ways

~To not be afraid to rely on others

~To not pin geeky freshman boys to their lockers

~To not beat up annoying people of the female gender

~To not shoot sarcastic remarks at our teachers

~To not shun others

~To not put others down

~To not push loudmouths out five-story windows

~To become a better person.

I looked at my principal. "Anywhere?"

"Anywhere there's space."

I bent over and scrawled my name in funky lettering, not knowing I was sealing my fate.

Part One.

One.

If I HAD known that signing a behavioral contract would molecularly change my genetics, I would've run for the hills, making an oath to never come back…on my life (or maybe my brothers).

But I hadn't known. So I had stepped out of the office, pissed, and came face to face with my best friends, Temari no Sabaku and Tayuya.

"I don't believe this," I yipped. The three of us were bad-ass, don't-take-crap-from-anyone juniors, yet, SOMEHOW, I was the only one who had to sign Directions Academy's patented behavioral contract (GAG).

"So, it's official? You've been thoroughly Claused?" Tayuya asked.

The Clause is the most dreaded piece of paper at Directions. You sign it and BAM! Your fate is sealed, and you must forever behave or else. The rebellious teens call signing The Clause getting "Claused" (yeah, not really original…so what?).

"Yup. Officially been Claused," I wailed, stopping at my locker and pulling down my skirt.

The second thing I hated most at Directions (the first…? you got it, The Clause) were the uniforms. Not only was grey a hideous color (and to pair it with awesome blue and god-blessed black?) but…the skirts.

The plaid black-grey-and-blue skirts to our knees (with knee-high socks. GAG). Ugh…the horrors.

Temari and Tayuya can, somehow, pull the hideous uniforms off. Tayuya matched the plaid skirt, knee-highs, and collared white button-up blouse with wide white belts, the audacity to wear guy-issue ties, earrings miles long, and some truly kickin' sneakers.

Temari, on the other hand, outshone the uniform with tiny black vests, boots that raised her two inches off the ground, spiked arm bracelets, chokers, and stuffy stickers and pins all over her standard-issue grey Directions bag.

I've tried many times to spice up my uniform. All attempts to do so were shot down by my parents. The Uchiha family motto: "Kissing Ass Works" (actually, it may be something more along the lines of "We take no prisoners"). Therefore their precious daughter and their two prized sons must obey the rules of uniforms like the good little kids they are. GAG.

Temari had told me on many occasions that my checkered zip-ups, silver hoops, and knee-high Converse are better then the poor Mary Jane-wearing souls, but I know she's just trying to cheer me up…by lying.

Anyways, where was I?

Oh, right. Because of my evil parents, I have been Claused and must "change my erring ways".

"Who're you paired up with?" Temari asked as I fussed with my locker handle. Grr, this thing hates me.

"Trio'ed up, actually," I slammed my fist on the door, wincing as pain shot through my whole arm. "And the lucky winners? Sakura Haruno and Ino Yamanaka." The tingling swept through my whole body.

They both winced. "Super geek president and an air-balloon cheerleader? Pitied, Sia," Tayuya whistled.

"Wait-why does Haruno have to sign the clause? She's Directions official idol," Temari rolled her eyes as she pulled upon her own locker (hers and Tayuya's flanked mine).

"She was caught pinning a freshman fan boy to his locker. Her parents flipped and now she's Claused."

"One incident?" Temari raised an eyebrow. "Took ya ninety-seven."

"Apparently her grades are slipping and she's not making curfew and blah blah blah…" I trailed off. "Yamanaka got Claused because she pushed someone out of an upper story window."

"Knew that," Tayuya tapped her tongue on the roof of her mouth, making clip-clop noises. "Got it on my phone."

"YouTube?" I asked.

"YouKnowIt," Tayuya replied snarkly.

Temari shook her head, smirking.

The bell rung all-importantly and I sighed, knowing I'd have to face the two horrors right off the bat.

It was going to be a long day, a longer week, and an even longer month.

Two.

"What's wrong, Haruno?" snipped cheerlead-y, blond-y, dumb-y Ino Yamanaka, sneering at Everyone's Favorite Directions Academy ASB President. "Too goody-two-shoes for The Clause?"

Smart pants-y, nerd-y, glasses-wearing-type-y (she didn't wear glasses, that's just what she's like, though) Sakura Haruno sniffed, glaring at Yamanaka from across the table and over her books on starving African children. "Oh, puh-lease, Yamanaka. Everyone needs to improve."

I snorted, which brought their attentions to me since the first time they sat down (which had been fine with me).

"Got something to say, Uchiha?" Yamanaka bitched, the ever stereotypical cheerleader.

"Enlighten us," Haruno eyed my boots-which were propped up on the table-disdainfully.

"I just find it extremely amusing that you two used to be friends," I said smoothly.

I had struck a nerve. Yamanaka bit out, "Yeah, well, I can't buh-LIEVE you're related to Sasuke-kun and Itachi-san."

Oh good god. Here come the relation stabs. Original, Yamanaka, very original.

Haruno seemed to agree with me on this one, as she now turned her critical gaze back towards out resident cheerleader, pity and disgust apparent in her eyes.

Point for Haruno.

"Yamanaka, if you're going to make relation stabs, do include Sai, my wonderful cousin," I said, leaning forward and propping my chin on my fist, smiling at Yamanaka.

"Huh," Haruno cocked her head. "I thought cheerleaders were perfectionists. Now I realize they're just bitchy."

Haruno, 2, Yamanaka, 0.

"Yeah, well, don't see anyone paying attention to your speeches, hon. Maybe you should come to a rally and see what VOICE OF THE PEOPLE really means," Yamanaka sugar coated her insult.

Haruno, 2, Yamanaka, 1.

"No thanks," Haruno tutted. "'specially since VOCIE OF THE PEOPLE doesn't mean 'I need to show off my ass to get liked'."

Oooh, the politician's got the cheerleader crushed under her cha-ching cowboy boots. Classic.

Yamanaka would've flipped the student body president The Finger if our study hall teacher didn't have eyes of a hawk. Instead, she just stuck her tongue out.

"Real mature, Yamanaka," I drawled. "Gonna use that in one of your routines?"

Before Yamanaka had a chance to speak, Haruno cut her off. "Look who's talking, Uchiha. Get your bedamned boots off the table. You're ruining school property."

Whoever said politicians weren't evil was W-R-O-N-G-!

"Yeah, Uchiha. You're ruining school property," Yamanaka sung, and I tried to suppress giggles at the sight of Haruno's face.

"You think it's FUNNY-" Haruno's voice upped a level.

"Cool your jets, prezzy," I said, putting my feet on the ground. "She was just backing you up," I flashed her my best smile, glancing at the clock. Ten more minutes…then freedom.

Yamanaka flashed me what I would've called a grateful glance if we weren't talking about the head bitch as Haruno backed off, going back to her African Starvation books.

God. These girls are so annoying. Haruno especially…she's obsessed with every little detail.

"I am NOT obsessed with every little detail," Haruno glared at me, and I blinked in surprised.

"She didn't say anything," Yamanaka clucked.

"I HEARD-"

The bell rung, saving me from Haruno's wraith. I escaped, overjoyed.

Three.

It was official; I'd lost my mind.

I stared blankly into my locker. Taped on the back wall was a manila envelope. Labeled in black, fat, neat letters were the words THE CLAUSE followed by SYDNEY UCHIHA.

I yanked the envelope down from the metal wall and opened it.

WELCOME TO THE COVENANT, SIA

Dear Miss Uchiha,

You probably have questions by now. We have the answers, but they are not for us to unlock. That's your job. Included is your copy of THE CLAUSE.

Enjoy your freedom while it lasts,

~THOSE CHANGED BY THE CLAUSE

Ok, weird. You sign a behavioral contract and suddenly your part of a secret club? Something was missing from this equation.

I drew out the second sheet of paper and nearly yelped as pain shot up through my arm.

Holding back curses, I unfolded what I assumed was my 'copy of the Clause' and was once again struck by the secret club theory.

On the pristine white sheet was only one sentence.

I, SYDNEY UCHIHA, TO ALL RESPONSIBILITIES AFOREMENTIONED ON THE CLAUSE.

My jaw dropped. Uh, WHAT? I never agreed to responsibilities.

"Hey, whatcha got there?"

I squeaked and tucked away the envelope, hiding it from the very curious eyes of Kira Clemmings, a previous victim of THE CLAUSE.

"H-hey K-Kira," I stammered. "Sup?"

She squinted at me. "Oho, is that a CLAUSE mail?"

"Er…whatsit?" I asked, confused.

"Long story," She waved her hand, rolling her eyes. "They sent us mail to keep us on our tip-toes, I guess. It's bullsh-crap," She said, changing her words at the last second.

"Uhm…right…" I slammed my locker shut, following her toward the 'B' class history room, pushing my hair behind my ears.

"You'll get used to all of it," Kira said, looking down at her bleeping phone. "Uh…I gotta go. Tell Kurenai-sensei I'm sorry." She sprinted off down the hall.

I stared off down the hall. Her own absence, I thought and walked into History.

"Hello, Sydney," Kurenai-sensei smiled at me serenely.

"Uhm…Kira said she had some business to-"

"I know. Sit down."

This day could not get any weirder… I thought to myself, sliding into my seat.

Boy, was I wrong.

Four.

The minutes ticked by slowly and I groaned, desperate to get out of The Hell Of All Math Classes, with bitch cheerleader Karin and pervert teacher Genma and to just get to science, even if I had to deal with Ino Yamanaka once again.

The bell finally rung and I bolted out of my seat, not even saying good-bye to Temari (which I would apologize to her, later).

I flew into my science classroom, opening my mouth to talk to Iruka-

-and groaning my bad luck when I came face-to-face with terrible sub Orochimaru.

Just kill me now, I thought.

Metal groaning registered in my ears, and I yelped as the wind was knocked out of me as the projector fell down.

No, not again! I panicked.

Hinata Hyuuga, a timid smart bee, got off of me. "You OK, Sia/ You were almost killed."

"I-I'm fine," I said. That was weird.

"Tell me about it, Uchiha," Yamanaka sniped from my side.

I stared at her. I didn't say anything. What's she playing at?

Yamanaka sniffed."Whatever, Uchiha. Quit playing your games."

"What do you WANT, Yamanaka?" I cried out. "I'm not doing ANYTHING!"

"Oh, go die," She hissed.

"I almost just did!" I yelped.

"Ladiesssssss…pleassssse be quiet," The sub hissed, and I abruptly took my spot next to her.

"This is crazy," I muttered, the tingling feeling sweeping through my system.

"You have no idea," Ino muttered.

"Oh, yeah?" I arched an eyebrow. "Fill me in."

She looked at me, then around the class. She had no one else to talk to. She sighed, then begun.

"I created a hall pass for myself, somehow, 'cause I was late to first."

"…Before or after you signed THE CLAUSE?"

"After."

I sighed. Something was definitely up.

Five.

Finally, the disastrous science period was over. Somehow, Ino (I had discovered that she wasn't reallyallthatbadafterall) and I had caused a minor explosion, set frogs free, and turned paper into thin air.

Creepy.

Settling my nerves, I told myself that homeroom with Haruno COULD. NOT. be as bad as science with Ino had been.

I confidently strode into Kakashi-sensei's room and plopped down in my seat next to Haruno, who hair looked a little fringed.

"What happened to you?" I asked.

"In the middle of math, my paper caught fire."

'You mean spontaneously combusted?" I sniggered.

Her voice rose. "Paper cannot SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST-"

Her bag caught fire.

"EEK!" She squealed. Sighing, I dumped my Vitamin Water on her back.

Such a waste…I wish I had more….

It filled up, and I nearly dropped the bottle. We stared at each other.

"You, me, and Ino need to have a talk tomorrow," I said seriously. She nodded in conformation, her face a pale ash color.

Question was, could we survive until tomorrow?

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LA FRICKING LA:

'Sup.

A new story-wow, yay me. This one ONLY evolved because my computer crashed and I lost all my other stories and I am procrastinating on rewriting the next chapters...xD.

Anyways, this was supposed to come out on SIA DAY (that would be this friday, March 20th, bcause that's the day she was first created, two years back) but i couldn't wait. xD.

Again-I absa-bloody-freaking-lutely hate introduction chapters which is why this kindofsucksandissortofrushedbutitwillgetbetteripromise!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Sorry for the early Saku-and-Ino-bashing. They come from three different social groups so ofcoursetheyaregoingtohateeachotheratthebeginningright?left ANYWAYS...sorry about the running together of words i'm super hyper this morning i guess its because i actually got a lot of sleep last night yay go me!

ENOUGH WITH THE RUN ON SENTENCES.

I abas-lutely love the Haruno-Uchiha-Yamanaka bickering/bantering at the beginning. -grins- It's fab and I'm proud of myself for it.

SORRY ABOUT RUSHING TOWARDS THE END. If you noticed it, good for you...ish. My brain wasn't working great last night and I JUST WANTED TO BE DONE with this chapter. I might go back and fix it later.

I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY CHAPTERS THIS FICLET WILL HAVE and I certainly have no idea when I will start updating my other stories again so please BEAR WITH ME.

Ta-ta, love, strawberries, peace'n'pancakes,

Lady MOC

(i am too tired to write out my full name...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz)