So I've realized now that I probably should have moved the location of this story so y'all could see the rewriting process as it goes on. But...here we are. I'm committed now. But yeah! Hopefully, I'll figure out a way to update y'all lovely people about rewrites. Anyway, onward! There's a lot of story building to fix!

Classes pass quickly when you're constantly reintroducing yourself. Or dosing off. Or really doing anything but paying attention in class. Sooner than I thought possible, it was time for lunch.

I had been idly following a piece of fuzz in the general direction of the lunchroom. As I went to finally swat it out of my face, Karin's face came into my view. Far too close for comfort.

"What the-?"

"Bitch, you. Me. It's going down. People are trying to say you came back to show me up!"

I glanced at Karin bored, "And that would matter to me why now?"

"Argh!" she screeched, "You! Me! This is going to end once and for all!"

I glanced at the clock suspended on the wall in the hall sighing at my misfortune.

"When, where ya know the drill apparently."

"Now," she gave an oddly smug smirk, "In the cafeteria."

I narrowed my eyes at her and looked at her. I had once been these girls friends. Despite their betrayal, at one point I did know them. She was so concerned about losing her title, or her place at the cool kids club, she was willing to be ruthless. I had witnessed that first hand.

I shrugged and watched as she walked that way. She turned around and sneered at me non-moving figure.

"What Sakura-chan? Are you scared?"

I smiled indulgently at Karin, "No, I'm honestly wondering if your ass has ever looked flatter."

Her eyes flashed and she stalked toward me.

"Eh, eh eeeh~! The fights not till the cafeteria!" I shook my finger at her giving a smirk worthy of an Uchiha.

Her eyes narrowed but she backed off none the less. As she walked away I went to the cafeteria to eat before the so-called fight- it felt more like an ambush.

I stood in line trying to ignore the whispers from the people around me. I had grabbed my meal and went to sit at an empty table. People were all watching me as I ate calmly. Suddenly I heard Karin and her cronies come in.

"Sakura Haruno! It's time to fight!"

I glanced up chewing my pizza calmly. Shrugging I stood, still holding my pizza. I heard a laugh.

"Oh look another cat fight! I love highschool!"

I glanced over and nearly choked on an olive. This guy was the biggest mother fucker I think I'd ever seen. And he was blue. What the flying fuck?

"Shut it Blues Clues, it's no cat fight…it's a bitch brawl…BIG difference."

He burst out laughing, "Pein I like her, can I have her?"

I looked at him strangely, but decided it really wasn't worth delving into. Also, who was he talking to?

Brushing that strange interaction away, I flounced up infront of Karin. I made a show of chewing my pizza calmly.

We stood in front of each other, a nearly distinguishable dramatic tune dancing in the background, the breeze ruffling our hair...wait…breeze? Music? What the hell?

I glanced over and saw two boys. One had a huge fan pointed at Karin and I and the other a large stereo playing the dramatic music.

I sweat dropped and stared at them with a large anime question mark above my head, pizza half way to my mouth.

But I was interrupted in my staring by a fake nailed hand nearly clawing my eyes out.

"Woah tiger Woah!" I yelped as I dodged. She had gotten better it seemed.

Karin was swinging at me wildly and it seemed she was trying to claw my poor eyes out. No thanks dear, I wanna keep my eyes thank you so very much! Out of the corner of my eye, I saw some of the teachers walk in watching with rapt interest. I shot Kakashi a "WTH/F?" look and he answered with a "What? I'm a sucker for Cat Fights!" look. I mentally growled but none the less turned back to Karin. She was still swinging at me and yelling obscenities at me. I was growing bored of this and shoved the rest of my pizza in my mouth and quit moving. Sure enough her hand came down and four bloody cuts formed on my cheek. I let my head turn to the side. Then her opposite hand did the same thing and my head snapped to the other side.

I felt the blood ooze down the sides of my face and sucked in a small breath as I was kneed in the stomach. As I fell a high heeled stiletto came down on my head, hard. I lay there for a moment in a crumpled heap listening to many whisper and say things such as "Well she lasted longer than the others did." And "Well what do you expect? Karin has been fighting other bitches since middle school."

The large man who had made a comment earlier was actually kind of disappointed. He had kind of hoped there would be more to it. The pinkette was one of the most unusal people- besides himself and his fellow band of misfits- he had seen in a long time. But it seemed she was average as far as any sort of skill at violence. Pity.

He was pulled out of his musing when the man beside him motioned toward the girl laying on the ground- Karin about to kick her while she was down.

Right before Karin's foot could make a connection, the smaller girl's hand shot out and grabbed her ankle.

"My turn, bitch."

Kisame Hoshigaki knew a different personality when he heard it. He dealt with his teammates' on the regular. This was fianlly getting interesting.

Sakura stood, her heels causing the movements to become disjointed and almost like a puppet on a string. She stood, head tilted with her hair splayed over her face. Then she gave a smirk that didn't fit her round face, and lunged.

She pounced like a cat of prey, her fists flying and when Karin narrowly dodged and Sakura's hand hit the floor many spectators gasped when a series of cracks and a small crater formed. Soon it was Karin that was lying in an undignified heap on the floor. Sakura hadn't bothered wtih any sort of power play or petty scratches.

Kisame smiled. It seemed like the little rosette did just fine in the violence department.

"Bitch that was fucken' amazing!"

I looked behind me, rolling my shoulders against the tiredness creeping in. Inner coming out to play always took something out of me. It looked like blue-man-minus-the-crew had friends.

"Who the Skittles are you?"

The man seemed to choke on his drink, bringing him up from his relaxed and lounged-to-far-back-to-actualy-be-comfortable position. Had he really been tyring to pose like he was some sort of pimp? Jesus. Men.

After my conclusion, I looked back at the group of individuals who now all surrounded the lunch table. Holy frick, that was a lot of testosterone. And a lot of pretty bodies.

"We, my dear," said a silky voice that grabbed my attention, "Are the Akatsuki."

A/N: Well here we are. Second chapter completely rewritten and hopefully edited to the point of clairty. Any comments, questions, or concerns you have please let me know! I'll be eagerly awaiting some form of social interaction that isn't my 2 year old! Ja-ne!