I was bored, so I decided to write a new story!

Disclaimer: How come Sakura has such a big, wide forehead? (Which I do not own and do not want to.)


"Oh,. him? He's no one." Naruto scrunched up his face, waving his arms wildly. "You don't want to ask about him."

"But..."

"Sakura, he's probably just one big old teme. I think you need some Advil - "

"Naruto, cut him some slack - he's the new kid - "

Sakura leaned back, sighing. Naruto...sometimes he was helpful. A whiz at science. (perhaps not so much in math).

But sometimes...

I just wish he'd leave me alone...sometimes...sometimes...I could scream.

She eyed the black hair again. Her curiosity was piqued by his face that was hidden under that black curtain. What's his name? What does he look like?!?!

Abruptly the bell rang and she sighed audibly, scooping up her books.

She'd almost stepped out the classroom when she felt a tap on her shoulder.

"Hey. Where's Room 101?"

No...no! It was him...she felt her stomach contract, felt her breakfast crawl back up her esophagus. He's so...

Black hair, black eyes, pale white skin. He looks like an angel:) shrieked Inner Sakura. Dig him!

"...Where's..."

Those eyes! The color or the moonlit sky...mooooooooooonlit sky!

"...Room..."

His voice!! The voice of...a god. Yes, that's it! A god...!

"...One...Zero..."

He pronounces his words so fluently!

Sakura continued to gaze at him, dissecting everything carefully.

"...One...?"

How did I not notice him before?? Oh yeah, he's the new kid.

He made a noise of disgust, brushing past her. "...Forehead big, brains small," she heard him mutter.

That changed everything.

She saw red. Not intense red, not Crayola red, but the red of death.

D.E.A.T.H.

She was not to be trifled with in such a matter! She would not be trifled with!

Trygin to restore her scattered pieces of pride, her womynhood, in one fluid motion, she swept out the door, eyes flashing. He has no right to call me that!

Then, ...he has every right...

Later, just before lunch, she saw him taking a drink at the water fountain. Summoning dignity and anger she walked over and pushed his head down.

He choked and wiped his face, sputtering.

When he recognized her his eyes narrowed to slits. With calmness he walked away, his front stained with water. Before he was swallowed into the crowd he gave Sakura one last look, one of deep disdain.

And then he tapped on his forehead contemptuously.

Her fists clenched.

Oh, it's on.


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