Alright, so I know that I didn't put a disclaimer on the fist chapter so: I don't own Naruto, I don't own Naruto.

I hope that counts enough that nobody sues me. hehe...right?

so...enjoy!

"Textbooks now. Page 125 the Shin Dynasty and answer all questions at the end of the chapter. You have until the end of class or else it's homework." The teacher strode into class five minutes after the bell rang with his head in a book. The man had unruly grey hair even though he looked in his mid-twenties or early thirties and an odd scarf that wrapped across a large portion of his face. He didn't bother to even glance at the class.

It would be ironic if Sakura started pointing out other people's strange hair when she had such an unusual color. Besides, she had made no new friends yet; who would she talk to about this peculiar history teacher of hers?

Leaning her head in a hand, Sakura assessed her current situation; she had taken a seat in the far left of the class, away from the door and most of the students. Sakura propped the camera on her desk and turned it towards the front of the class so most of the people could be seen on the display screen. Though the machinery took up a large portion of her desk, she didn't mind, the camera was too interesting to put away. Taking a quick glance at the display screen, the pink haired student saw Hatake-sensei show up and point towards her, make a quick motion with his index finger.

The action was not made in the present time, Sakura had noted. The camera was interesting like that. Whatever displayed on the screen would come in a few minutes, moments, the camera had even shown an event that had/would occur in three hours. But that was as far into the future as it would go. From what Sakura had observed with the machinery, nothing could be changed. Once it displayed on the screen, it would happen.

When Sakura had first bought it on one of the numerous pit-stop-stores in the cross country travel to her new home, she assumed it to be broken. But after fiddling around with the inner programming (and assuming she would break it since she had no knowledge of electronics) she had come to the conclusion that she might as well not question it and have fun while she can. Sakura wasn't that worried about someone finding the camera, they would assume it was broken like she had and toss it. What was the worst that would happen?

Sakura felt a feeling of alarm shoot through her at the thought of her sensei pointing at her. Currently he was chiding a, seemingly, energetic blond haired student who had shouted: "You're late!" This caused multiple students to flinch and a dark haired boy to frown in irritation at his classmate's loud response.

Would she do something wrong? Did she not put her uniform on correctly? Her previous school had been very strict on proper dress wear of their uniforms. Glancing over her form, she noted that her shirt was tucked into the skirt like the student handbook had requested (although she had seen multiple students not bothering to do such and simply let their shirts hang over their pants or skirts), the deep green tie was properly knotted, and the black marry-janes were all the way on her feet.

Sakura gave a sigh of relief; Hatake-sensei would have no reason to call her out from the rest of the class, maybe if he was curious about her hair, but he seemed to have a slightly lazy aura around him and most likely would not even bother. Maybe he would ask her the answer to one of the chapter problems.

She gave her teacher once last glance; he was slouching in his chair with his nose pressed against the book. It seemed he would be stationed at his desk for the rest of the class. Turning her attention to class work and she flipped open textbook to begin. She had been a perfect student in her last school until her family had to move, she would be the same here.

After a moment of silence, several students had started to throw a tennis ball around. Sakura was puzzled as to why the teacher had not told them to stop until she realized he was too engrossed in his book and she would be damned before she became the goody-too-shoes who tattle taled. Several tossed later and the ball missed its target of the brown haired boy's outstretched hands, the flying projectile knocked into the camera on Sakura's desk and began to tilt dangerously close to the egde of her desk.

"Oh, no, no, no." Sakura replied frantically, and latched onto the bulky machinery before it could crash on the floor. The commotion caused the teacher to finally remove his attention from the book, "Kiba, Naruto, quit fooling around and focus. I know for a fact that you two wouldn't be able to finish this work within the class time."

"That's no fair, Kakashi-sensei! How would you know we didn't finish super early." The blond student said. Sakura found it slightly odd that they were all on a first name basis. Normally the students and teachers would acknowledge each by their family name.

Kakashi raised an eyebrow. "I know that your textbook was never opened, or even in class for that matter, right Naruto? Did you even bring your backpack with you?"

The blond student rubbed the back of his neck in an embarrassed gesture, "Eh, can't you cut me some slack, sensei?" The blond student's comment (Sakura gathered his name was Naruto by some girls whispering about him) didn't aggravate the teacher. The man gave an exasperated sigh at Naruto's antics. Placing down his book, "It is the middle of the year. I would have expected any other student to be used to the routine by now," the man gave another sigh, "but since I know that you will not anytime soon, you can skip the assignment for the day, but it is still due tomorrow."

Naruto brightened up, "Thanks, sensei. You're awesome!"

The dark haired boy behind Naruto sighed and leaned over to tell the blond boy, "He means you're too stupid to grasp the concept of being prepared for class."

This comment made Naruto go into a fit of rage. Turning around in his seat, he shouted at his classmate, "What did you say, you ass!"

The boy scowled, "I see no reason to repeat myself unless your hearing is as bad as your brain power."

Sakura found their whole banter very amusing and couldn't contain her laughter, her hands wrapped around her gut in an attempt to contain the remained of the giggles. The new noise, besides the vicious verbal attacks from the two students, brought the classroom's attention to her.

Feeling the multiple eyes, Sakura ceased in her laughter and felt a blush come upon her in embarrassment. "Oh, yes. It seems we have a new student." the teacher stated. He made a motion for her to come to the front board. "Please introduce yourself to the rest of your classmates."

Yes, Sakura could definitely feel her face burn with embarrassment. Answering a question, she could handle. But being introduced to new people always frightened her a bit. There were the constant thoughts of; would she mess up her name, or stutter like a fool. Apparently she had optioned for looking like she had no center of balance. As she left her seat, a pile of books caught her foot and caused her to stumble.

A few light giggled could be heard from the girls in the back of the room. She felt the irony that one of them was the blond girl she had previously laughed at for colliding with one of her friends. In a small voice, "Hello, my name is-"

Sakura was cut off by one of the students shouting, "Louder!"

Wanting nothing more than to end this embarrassing event, she complied with the request and began to yell, "Hello, my name is Sakura Harunoand I come from the countryside and I have never lived in a city like this and my hair is natural and I hope we can all get along please!"

Feeling like all the air had left her lungs; the pink haired girl began panting a bit. Kakashi awkwardly patted her back, unsure of what to do. "That was great, Sakura. Any questions?"

More giggles came from the girls in the back of the class until a lone hand rose from the crowd. Kakashi made a lazy motion with his hand towards the young man. there was a hush as he stood, Sakura mentally noted it was the same person who was seated behind Naruto as well as one of the trio she saw in the halls. Being able to see him closer than in her previous seat, Sakura noted his deep eyes and pale complexion. His physic, like his blond friend, was lean and muscular. Sakura would describe him as a very pretty boy and then force herself to look on. There were other beautiful things to hold her attention that wouldn't (possibly) be full of themselves or turn down her advances. But his dark eyes made her nervous and she began fiddling with the edge of her skirt.

"The camera."

It was a monotone statement that left Sakura puzzled for a few moments until she was able to gather that he had meant the bulky machinery which sat upon her desk.

She dropped her gaze to the floor, as if it would hold the answer to the 'question'. "Well, it's for…" Think girl, think. If you say the truth, you will make no friends besides the ones in the insane asylum they will likely send you to. You shouldn't have even brought it to school, idiot child. Sakura scolded herself mentally, "…a documentary I am making for the school life in a typical city school." She performed a deep bow, her hair fell swooped to cover her cheeks, "I hope you don't mind, I was planning on including you all in it."

The class erupted in chatter. Most of the students seemed overjoyed by being taped, others seemed a bit hesitant but their friends appeared ready to convince them.

Kakashi, whose attention had drifted back to his book, "You should have asked for their permission before you began recording them."

Sakura lowered her head a bit, "I apologize, sensei. I was planning on not telling anyone to begin with so I could have their natural reactions." Her response was met with a bored hum as he tuned her out. She was able to return to her seat before the bell rang.

Gathering her supplies, Sakura turned to leave the room. "Make sure you get my good side and we won't have a problem, okay pinkie."

Sakura turned to the source of the noise, "Excuse me?" came her meek reply. It was the blond girl who had spoken. She flicked her wrist to push the bangs out of her eyes. "The name is Ino and I said; make sure to get my good side." With a long nail, Ino poke her left cheek before spinning around to leave with the rest of her friends.

Sakura sighed. She hoped this little 'documentary' didn't turn into anything big. Looking around the classroom, she half expected the dark haired by to be lurking in the corners, ready to confront her. He seemed like the type to do so when he wasn't given what he wanted.

She had seen it in his stance after her explanation of the camera. The clenched fists and slight glower. He had known that she lied about the machine. But how?

Shrugging her paranoia away, Sakura swung her bag over her shoulders and brought the camera lense into her line of vision.

No time to dwell on the past. It was more entertaining to see the future while remaining in the present.