KHS

Author's Note: Yup. Another Story. Still need to finish my other two, but I promised my good friend, Shayla, that I would do this. And it was just too much fun to resist XD. But yes, it is yet ANOTHER Konoha High School fan fiction to be tossed into the pile of other stories kind of like this one. But I can assure you, this one is much different from a few others I have seen.

First off, this entire story is based off a role-play Shayla and I did when we were in school (gawd I feel old for saying that -_-). I'm gonna be changing things up a bit from our original RP, mostly to keep people in-character and to make it not seem too stereotypical; but even then, they will only be minor changes. We actually did a good job at keeping the Canon characters mostly canon and we still kept it funny (in my opinion at least).

Another thing I need to mention is that there will be quite a few OC's in this. So, I'm sorry if you, my readers, really loathe massive amounts of OC's; but I'm hoping it won't be too bad and I'll try to make it bearable for all of you.

One more thing! This may not be as "mature" as my other fan fictions; but don't worry, I won't disappoint any of you ;). Or try not to D:

Summary: After moving from France to Japan, Shayla must learn to cope with a brand new culture and school environment. From a gym teacher who wears short-shorts to a cat-ear wearing gay kid, will she be able to cope with the strangeness that is Japan? Or will vending machines that give out female panties, instead of soda, be the last straw?

Prologue

The new school year was almost here. Just two more weeks before the quiet, glistening halls were filled with screaming teenagers who did not give a damn about their schoolwork, but about the latest gossip or who-was-dating-who. Their never-ending voices seemed to replay in Tsunade's ear after all the years of being principal; which was the last thing she needed to be hearing as she stared at the pile of stress that was on her desk. Hundreds of student applications seemed to stare at her, waiting for her to read over them in order to make sure every student had paid their entrance fees and exams. She was tempted to order Shizune to do it all for her, but the woman had taken the last two weeks off and would not be returning, or answering any calls, until the day before school starts.

The pencil in Tsunade's hands stated to snap from the sheer force of her fist. She should be at home now, taking a nice hot bath with a full bottle of warm sake in arm's reach just for her drinking pleasure. Another agonizing snap came from the pencil before she slammed it on t he desk. "Damn this paperwork! I'm going home early!" She grabbed her green coat and flung it onto her shoulders just as the school's nurse walked into her office.

"Tsunade-sama," Kabuto greeted her with that sly smile of his. The first thing the older woman noticed about him was the paper in his hands. Already she did not like what he was about to tell her.

"If it's more paperwork for me, then forget it!" She grumbled and began to walk past him, "I'm off duty anyway!"

"I think you might like this piece of paper," the nurse grinned, "the student on here is from a very wealthy family." Without even realizing it, Tsunade had snatched the paper from Kabuto's hand and was skimming over the student's information. A rich student was a rare thing to have in a public school like Konoha; but when they did get one, it was Tsunade's cue to suck up to the parents and tell the other teachers to at least be nice to the kid. After all, it was the easiest way to get donations for the school.

After reading where the girl had come from, Tsunade could not stop a snort from coming out. "She's from France? What the hell is she doing, signing up for a school like this?" It was not that Konoha was the worst school in the area, but it certainly was not the best. Not to mention that moving to Japan was not a cheap decision; people needed a lot of money just to visit the island country. To completely move in would cost over thousands of dollars. If you were going to spend that much money on moving in, why not also use it to send your kid to a good school?

Tsunade sighed and shrugged her tired shoulders. If this family was willing to send their money to Konoha High School, then she would not question them any further. The school needed money if they were going to get better teachers for their students. So far they only had three of the top-ranking teachers, all three of whom had graduated from the highly-esteemed Akatsuki Institute. When they first introduced the three teachers, most of their students failed for the first two quarters; but the students brought up their grades quickly and had even won a few competitions before the school year was out. But those three teachers were not enough. The school needed better teachers, but they could not afford it. As Tsunade stared at the girl's application, she made a mental note to do this one's paperwork first...when she got back to work tomorrow.

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The house smelled like ginger and basil being cooked, and the sound of meat sizzling on the pan filled Kisame's ears. Cooking for himself was one of things he enjoyed doing on a Sunday. No friends were visiting, there was no school for him to attend to for two more weeks, and the neighborhood was calm. So far, it was one of the best Sundays he had ever had. It was then that the sound of a rumbling truck caught his attention. Ignoring his still-cooking meal, the blue man walked over to the window and pushed the blinds aside.

A large moving truck was parked in front of the house next to his. He let out a surprised "huh" as he watched the movers start to carry heavy furniture from the truck into the house. "Never knew someone bought the place," he mumbled aloud as he tried to guess who his new neighbors were. A silver Audi pulled into the driveway before three black people stepped out. Kisame rolled his eyes at his mental description of the family. Their skin was not black, but brown like a nice tan. Two of them were adults and the other was a teenaged girl. The parents looked ecstatic as they approached their new home, but the daughter appeared a little indifferent as her focus was clearly on the DS she was playing. If she went to the school he taught at, he would have to make sure she was paying attention to her work instead of anything else.

The horrible stench of burning meat reached his nose. At first he had no idea where it could have come from, until he heard the sizzling coming from the kitchen. He cursed to himself and sprinted back to the kitchen to save what was left of his meal.