Well, this is a new story that i created for the sake of insanity. I wanted to create something original, so this is my version of this. I plan on releasing at LEAST one chapter per month. So i hope i goes. With the life of a boardin school student, I don't have as much time as i wanted to.

But well, I will not rabble anymore, so here it begins.

Disclaimer: I only own the story, everything else is credited to Masashi Kishimoto.

~Sakura P.O.V~

The first thing that shot through my head when I woke up, was pain. "Ouch .." I mumbled as I opened my eyes. Light was just not my best friend this morning. I didn't drink that much last night, did I? I remember how Itachi, Kisame and Hidan passed out, but I only got half as much as them. What the hell went wrong? 'Well, fuck it ..' I stood up, and then it hit me: This was Itachi's room? I had no idea how I ended up in here, but well, I must find out later. Right now, I had other needs. I made my way to Itachi's bathroom, went in, and sat down. A strange feeling appeared between my legs, and I looked down. My eyes grew wide.

'Oh. My. Fucking. Horse Killer! '

~Normal P.O.V~

"That was one hell of a night!" Hidan grinned, as the other members groaned. "Shut up, Hidan. Just because you don't get hangovers doesn't mean other people don't either." Kisame almost whispered, as he made his way towards the fridge. "Food.." He mumbled over and over again, searching for something eat-able. Meanwhile Deidara walked in, his face completely grey. "Not fucking you too!" Hidan shouted, as he facepalmed. "Shut up, un.." The blonde groaned, leaning against the kitchen table. As Kisame fished some rotten meat out of the fridge, while making a face, Deidara just couldn't hold his sickness in anymore. He threw his hands over the sink, and started vomiting through them. The other members desperately held a hand over their mouths and noses, to refrain from smelling it, and not also start to puke. "Seriously, brat.." Sasori groaned while he buried his face in his hands. "That's fucking gross!" The Jashinist mumbled loudly as he held a hand for his mouth.
Sakura walked in, just when Deidara finished puking. "What am I even doing here.." She said, while shaking her head and walked further into the living room. The whole room grew silent.

"What?" She commanded, as she saw the blush on their faces.

"You're, um.. Topless." Kisame said, looking away.

"What?"

"He said you're fucking topless!" Hidan yelled with a smirk on his face.

"..So?" She walked over to the couch and took a seat beside Sasori. "Please do look at me that way, Hidan. I'm not homosexual." Hidan looked desperately at Kisame, who had taken a set next to Hidan after the Deidara-incident, still looking away from Sakura with purple tints on his face.

"Did she just call me fucking gay?!" He yelled out to no one. That made Sakura's face drop. 'Did he just say 'she'?' She was about the open her mouth, when a booming sound was heard from the stairs. Their heads tilted against the stairs, to see a freaked-out Itachi storming against then, with a wild look on his face. His eyes scanned through the room, an stopped when they landed on Sakura. He raised a shaking finger up and pointed at her. Sakura's brows furrowed and she looked down at herself. A little smirk appeared on her lips, but I soon disappeared again, and become to a shocked face. She raised from her seat and walked towards Itachi. They stood there for a while and right after Hidan had snickered a 'What the hell are they doing?' in, they both blurted out;

"Why am I you?!"

What did you think? Flames are accepted. This is my first story that I ever had puplished, so please be gentle(Lol). Anyways, Read and Review, it's what keeps me writing!

Btw., sorry for the sucky grammar. I'm a Danish girl, if that explains the most of it. I still hope this text is understandable, tho. :)