Chapter One.

I Predict A Riot- Kaiser Cheifs

Talloe felt no remorse for what had happened. That was what had landed her up at this new school, if she could even call it that. It was more like an institute, with it's bland, concrete walls and bare gravel grounds. It was hardly a picturesque Japanese high school. The sky was a glaring blue due to the near winter season. The pamphlet had said 'Konoha High School was a place for "misplaced teenagers."' A group of boys caught her eye, watching her with sleazy curiousity. She scowled in their direction and trudged into the grey building. At the office, a tired looking woman with inky, black hair watched her expectantly as she stood at the desk silently. After a minute of tension and silence, the secretary spoke.

"Your name?"

"Sohma, Talloe."

She disappeared into a double-bolted store room, and returned with a neat set of papers and a key. Talloe took the papers and bit out a 'thanks' before turning away. As she turned the corner, she came face-to-face with a tall, blonde, grinning boy. He caught her before she could side-step him, and he kissed her straight on the mouth briefly before dropping something into her arms. A bento box, a little shaken but still in one piece.

"What the fuck?" She shouted as he disappeared down another corridor. A chubby boy with puffed red cheeks stopped in front of her.

"Which. Way. Did. He. Go." He wheezed out, and dropped to his knees in an attempt to catch his breath.

"That way." She nodded in the direction the boy had gone. She pitied the fat kid. He heaved in another breath before jogging in that direction. Talloe realised what was going on, and groaned.

"Oi, fatty!" She called out and the boy skidded to a halt. He turned around slowly, a menacing look on his pudgy face. Talloe held up the box and his face changed to recognition.

"My bento!" He squealed and charged at her, arms wide in a hug. His nostrils flared as he got closer and closer. She stepped back in precise time to trip him flat on his face. Talloe sniggered, and dropped the bento onto his unmoving body. She turned down a nearby corridor in the general direction of her homeroom.

Her homeroom teacher's name was Hatake Kakashi, class number W31. Spit balls landed on the door behind her as she ducked into the grey classroom. The students were clustered in colourful groups, all with hard looks in their eyes. The girls were loud, but the boys were even louder. The teacher wasn't there yet, and Talloe figured there wasn't a free seat without a price in social status on it, so she took the teacher's desk stool. She leaned back against the tagged whiteboard, and rested her feet on the desk. A black scuff mark stood out against the crimson fabric of her shoes. She swore and leaned forward to rub at the mark, but with no luck, it would not come off. The door opened and the class fell silent, the teacher walked in. Late.

He eyed the silent class, a bored look on his covered face. His left eye had a scar stretching from North to South, and his face was covered with a thin, black, breathable swatch of fabric. He was tall and lean, with a loose tie strung around his unbuttoned collar, a black cardigan and black jeans accented his electric blue Chuck Taylor sneakers.

"Nice shoes, Sensei," Talloe complimented. "but you lose points for being tardy. Eighty points."

"Points?" Kakashi-sensei looked at her lazily before standing next to her in the front of the still, silent class. Talloe could imagine the tumble weeds bouncing by. The white haired man continued and addressed the class as if nothing had ever happened. "Morning class, today I need your forms in for our educational trip to the Tokyo Aviation Museum, and no form, no trip." The class groaned, and several students walked up to the front of the class and slapped their papers onto the table. Talloe sighed and twisted one of her earrings, bored, wondering if Kakashi would bother introducing her. 'That's the way they do it right? she thought. He seemed to remember something. "Oh, and this girl is new, so no kicking, fighting, spitting, or biting okay?" With that, Kakashi-sensei sat on his desk, and pulled out a familiar red book that only a pervert would read. The noise built up again.

"Yo, Kakashi-sensei! What's the new chick's name?" A brunette boy watched her intently, his posture mirroring her's. He had a fur hood up concealing his hair, but not his triangular-cheek tattoos.

Kakashi looked up tiredly at him. "Why don't you ask?"

"Hey, girly what's your name? Can I have your number?" His friends either laughed or rolled their eyes.

"After you."

"Ladies first"

She smirked coldly. "My point exactly." Cat calls echoed and the boy lost his cocky attitude, and stood up, his chair scraping sharply against the linoleum. "Why you little bitch! I outta-"

"Now, now, play nicely." Kakashi broke the rising tension between the two. Talloe glowered at the group of boys before changing her mind.

"I'm Sohma Talloe, and I don't want to give you my number." She leered.

"What kind of name is that?" A blonde boy yelled, the same one who had kissed her earlier. She twitched in annoyance; he was too loud for her liking.

"Not Japanese, and you suck at kissing. What's your name?"

"I'm Uzumaki Naruto and you'd better believe it!" He yelled gaining annoyed looks from the people around him.

"Naruto, eh? You're annoying."

"Thanks- wait what?"

The bell rang and Talloe rolled her eyes. She walked out leaving behind a pair of disgruntled teenagers.

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At lunch break, Talloe sat by herself. Like usual. The bench was made of hard, cold concrete like the rest of the school. The rest of the students were the same way. A brawl broke out across the grounds between a black haired guy and a boy with purple markings on his face that Talloe couldn't make out. The black haired boy shouted something similar to "Fag", but Talloe wasn't too sure. Her hearing wasn't perfect. The boy with purple face markings was dressed in black everything, from skinny jeans to leather coat. He threw a loose punch at the black haired boy, and was swiftly kicked in the stomach. He doubled over and spat out red. The black haired boy laughed and walked away, leaving the other to stand up and wipe his face and stagger away.

"Brutal." Talloe grimaced. She realised why everyone hung around in a group of three or more. This school was for fucked up kids, 'just like me.' She grinned. So far that day, she had had four different classes; english honours, music, home economics and art, none too exciting. English Honours was run by a perverted old man that wrote novels. Talloe had a vague idea what they would be about because he kept asking the girls if they'd help him with research. Creepy. Music was run by some decrepit, obscenely old man that looked like he should be in a coffin. But no, he was too busy telling this one girl how to play flute. She was glad she personally played the trumpet instead. The rest of the class disappeared to the band rooms, their little groups rehearsing for nothing in particular. Home Economics was enjoyable, minus the knife throwing from the teacher when someone did something wrong. Talloe had seven knives thrown at her in total. The Uzumaki boy, that annoying, blonde kid, had twenty-three. Art class was meant to be her favourite but Sasori-sensei seemed to think art was about things that stood the time and ages. Therefore, they spent the entire lesson drawing a clock.

"You new, yeah?" Talloe looked up to see a man with long blonde hair watching her. He had a lollypop stick hanging from his mouth and wore a red polo shirt with an unbuttoned white button up shirt over it. She decided that he was too old to be a student, but too young to be a teacher. Student teacher?

"Fuck, its that obvious?" Talloe stretched her legs out warily, almost cat like.

"Sure, un, you aren't hanging in a crowd, yeah." He ran his fingers through his hair and sat down next to her with a heavy sigh. "I'm Deidara, un, but you call me Sensei. I teach art, yeah."

"Oh, I have Sasori for art…" The blonde stiffened at the name. "Not friends?"

"That's a way to put it, yeah. Hey, just a tip, find a crowd. If you wanna last around here… yeah." Deidara stood up slowly, and flashed Talloe something along the lines of a smile. He walked away leaving Talloe with an urge to touch his long, blonde hair.

"Cute," she said, and leaned back against the bench. One thing she didn't get was the lack of common courtesies; he hadn't even bothered to ask her name. Her thoughts disappeared back to her previous school. Her sister Alice and she had both gone there together; there was the standard uniform too. This school however had policies for students 'to express their individuality in a safe environment', so no uniform. 'Safe? Yeah, right.' Talloe thought, remembering the boy from earlier. Kicked in the gut for being a fag, Talloe guessed. But she knew she was hardly the exemplary student. Her records involved her hot temper, poor communication skills and bad mouth. That last fight at her sister's school had been the final straw to break the camel's back, so to speak. Her parents were sick of her behaviour, this was the final option after her expulsion. No other schools wanted a 'crazy-fisted psychopath' as the principal had said. But Tsunade-sama had accepted her at the interview and that was the end of it. This was her last chance to be good and pass high school.

"Hey! New chick!" Talloe opened her eyes to see Naruto Uzumaki standing over her from behind the

bench. A large smile was plastered on his face and his bright blue eyes were wide.

"What do you want? Not another kiss I hope."

"Haha, funny. You're different. Why you sitting alone?" Talloe raised an eyebrow.

"'Cause I want to?"

"That's no good. You'll get hurt. Come hang out with us! Dattebayo!" He jumped over her head and grabbed her arm in one smooth motion. She nearly had no time to grab her own bag before she was stumbling behind him in the direction of an old tree and picnic table. Three people already sat there. He decided she was too slow, and seized her thighs and proceeded to throw her onto his back. She yelled in protest as he sprinted the rest of the way, hitting him weakly on the head as he piggy backed her all the way.

"Sit here!" He shouted in her ear before flipping her over his head and dropping her on the bench, legs straddling it in front of a ginger. Well, red-head to be correct. She groaned and rubbed her spine; he hadn't been gentle about her landing. Before she could get out of the seat, Naruto jammed her between him and the red-head, still straddling the bench and pressed up awkwardly against the said boy. She twisted her torso around swiftly, not bothering to see who she was sitting with and yelled at the blonde.

"What the fuck? You trying to fucking kill me?"

Naruto ignored her, still smiling, his hand held out towards someone across the table.

"Cough up, Kiba-kun, I won." His smile only widened as a familiar tattooed face handed over a paper note. His face was annoyed, but not surprised.

"You walked into that one." Another boy drawled, he sat next to Kiba, his head in one of his hands. He was wearing a green hooded shirt, and his jet black hair was tied back tightly against his head. One ring in each ear and a bored look on his face. On the other side of Kiba, a boy with raven-black hair sat silently. It was spiked up at the back and his fringe was draped effortlessly over his face. He wore an open. black waist coat over a simple navy shirt. His arms were lightly muscled, suggesting he was sporty. Even in all his dark glory, the boy looked very feminine compared to the others.

"Oh great, now you're all fucking betting on me," she huffed, and crossed her arms across her chest, peeved. She didn't want to waste her time with a bunch of guys that had low morals and placed bets. That was exactly what her mother didn't want. 'Then again, fuck mum.' She wriggled uncomfortably before Naruto bothered to notice her reaching in the general area of his crotch and legs.

"You okay Talloe-chan?" Naruto asked looking puzzled. Talloe froze.

"Talloe-chan?" She squeaked in disbelief, she hardly knew the guy and he was using endearments?

"Are you fucking real?"

"You too manly to be called that? 'Talloe-chan?'" Kiba was smirking at her, his hood was thrown back, revealing wild brown hair. Talloe's cheeks turned a faint pink before she retorted indignantly.

"You're too cocky," she snapped "and, no, there is nothing wrong, Naruto, except my panties are literally in a twist." She squirmed around a bit more, pushing her chest against the red head before a satisfying ping came and she leaned back against the blonde. "Ah, better." The boys stared at her blankly. "So, what's up with him?" She nodded to the red-head who looked severely uncomfortable next to her.

"He's just not used to girls rubbing their chest's against him, ain't that right, Gaara-kun?" Kiba snorted as Gaara glared at him, his eyes were sunken and dark, like that of an insomniac. The black eyeliner didn't help his pale complexion either. On closer inspection, she noticed that the boy, Gaara, had some sort of kanji tattooed on his forehead, but hidden by his long, floppy red hair. She reached out to touch it, her fingers merely brushed the tips when he turned and looked sharply at her.

"Fuck, why does everyone around here have issues?" She muttered "All I wanted to do was to touch the pretty boy's hair…"

"We all have issues, otherwise we wouldn't be here" Gaara spoke, his voice sounding like the grating of rust or sand. It was husky and alluring. Talloe shook her thoughts away quickly, and she knew she shouldn't be thinking about getting involved with someone from around here, it was probably too dangerous. She remembered her last boyfriend and shuddered unconsciously.

"Dattebayo!" Naruto whistled as two girls walked by. Their clothes barely covered their lean bodies.

"Slut!" Talloe coughed. She couldn't resist. The girls seemed to have heard as they strutted up to the table, hands on their bony hips suggestively.

"Sasuke-sama! Who is this lovely, little friend you have here?" She giggled and flicked her blond hair out of her eyes. Talloe blanched at the girl's formality with the raven-haired boy, now named Sasuke. She remembered him from her English Honours class; his last name was Uchiha. Like that annoying police officer that had pulled her up several times when she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Sasuke acted as proud as he looked. She'd been sitting next to him in class and learned the hard way. Particularly when she didn't have her books and he wouldn't share, or when she'd needed to pass around the sheets for their assignment, not a single thanks. Sasuke now was leaning back his arms behind his head, eyes closed and a frown creasing his pretty face. Naruto replied all too eagerly.

"Hey, Sakura, Ino! Her name's Sohma Talloe and she likes-" Naruto turned to her and whispered "What do you like?"

"We don't care what that- that girl likes," the other girl stated coldly. Talloe recognised her from around town. It was kinda hard to miss a girl with such pink hair anywhere. She was always hanging around the expensive stores and the like, waiting usually. "Girls like her don't deserve to sit at Sasuke-sama's table!"

"Excuse me?" Talloe jumped up and balled her fists.

"You heard us." The blonde sneered and placed her hands on Sasuke's shoulders. "You're just a little bitch wanting his attention 'cause all the other guys are too repulsed to even look at you."

"You little bitch!" Talloe howled and pushed herself up onto the table. But Kiba had other ideas. Before Talloe could get pass Sasuke to the blonde and her friend, Kiba grabbed her shirt and pulled her back, even though he was sitting next to the frowning Uchiha.

"Don't," he growled and pulled her over the table sitting her down between him and Sasuke. She tried to pull away, but Kiba held on tightly to her wrist.

"Let go of me you jerk!" she hissed.

"Feisty thing, isn't she?" the blonde crooned and ran her manicured fingers through Sasuke's hair "She's almost perfect for you, Kiba."

The two girls giggled and Kiba's hand tightened on her wrist. "Shut up, Ino." Kiba barked. Talloe snarled at the two before lunging weakly at Ino. Kiba's grasp loosened on her, her feigning a weakness had worked. The blonde, Ino, kept going.

"Oh, she's feral as well as savage! Well, mutt for bitch right?" She squawked in amusement. Sasuke looked almost as irritated as Talloe felt. She looked around noticing Naruto staring stupidly in the pink girl's direction. Gaara sitting next to Naruto now watched silently, and Shikamaru was looking in the other direction totally indifferent. But since there were now four people on this side of the table he was almost pushed off the edge of the seat. Ino kept on going. Talloe pulled out of Kiba's hold suddenly and jumped over Sasuke's head at a wide-eyed Ino. She squealed like a pig and landed butt first onto the hard concrete. Her fist connected with the blonde's cheek only once before she was pulled off.

"Oi." A masculine voice spoke and she was thrown onto the concrete next to a crying girl. The man that had thrown her to the ground had red hair and watched her with cold, empty eyes. He had a young doll face but was definitely a teacher. Talloe groaned as she realised who it was. Her art teacher.

"Sasori-sensei," she muttered as the man eyed up the situation. Ino's mouth started mouthing off how it was 'all the new girl's fault' and that she was only 'introducing herself.' Kiba was now standing next to her, his hand held out, ready to help her up. She ignored it, still annoyed that he'd tried to stop her from smashing the girl sooner. She pushed herself up, feeling a bruise from were the teacher had thrown her down. Kiba smarted from her rejection and tucked his arms across his chest, a resentful look on his face. Sasuke slung one arm over the seat and watched, a smirk on his feminine face. Naruto was still watching stupidly and she caught Gaara looking out of the corner of his eye.

"Miss Haruno, what happened?" Sasori cut into the blonde's babbling, shutting her up quickly. Talloe swore as the pink haired girl retailed the events to her friend's advantage. Sasori gave her a sharp look and continued to listen to the bigoted list of events. When she finished, he looked satisfied and looked at the two offenders.

"Take your friend to the nurse, Miss Haruno." he snapped making the pink haired girl flinch "Detention on Friday, Miss Sohma." He walked away, his coat swirling behind him as if he were a villain. Sakura helped her still crying friend up before narrowing her eyes in the table of boys. She smiled at Sasuke before turning in the direction of the office, Ino's arm slung over she shoulders.

"What a friggin' bitch," Talloe mused, grabbing her bag She'd had enough of this group of boys; she knew her grades wouldn't improve if she hung around these guys.

"Where you going, Talloe-chan?" Naruto called out as she walked towards the school gates. She smirked wondering how on earth Naruto ended up at this institute.

"Home!"

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The house was dead silent when she let herself in through the back door. Her parents were both out; she wasn't surprised at all. Talloe sighed and fell onto her futon. Her parents were not very westernised so the house was in classic Japanese décor. She knew she shouldn't have skipped her last class of the day, let alone on her first day at her new school. She just couldn't be bothered attending another waste of time. She'd already heard the rumours about the crazy spandex wearing Physical Education teacher. She didn't want to try them out. Her bedroom walls were blank except for two photographs. One was of her and her closest friend, Miku. They had taken a trip to Mount Fuji last winter. They were both wrapped in colourful scarves and animal beanies. The other picture was of her family six years ago. Her mother and father had taken a holiday to the coast with her and her siblings. It was a photo of them on the beach. Her mother was holding the camera so all you could see was the blurry outline of her fingers to one corner. Her dad was buried in the sand, Alice, the younger favourite, holding up a new shell she'd found. Talloe and her twin, Koichi, were standing hand in hand, holding their yellow plastic spades with wide grins on their ten year old faces. Her brother wasn't there to hold her hand anymore. He'd died of a cancer of the blood, Leukemia. Her family had been living in this house for over a year now, but Talloe felt as if she never really lived here. When they had first come to the city, Talloe and her sister had both entered the new school as equals, even friends, held together only by the death of their brother. But they grew apart, Alice to her clique of fashionistas, and Talloe to her melancholic friends. The friends her mother claimed that had a bad influence; she'd forbade Talloe from seeing them after she caught Talloe smoking her first joint. Talloe had rebelled more often since. Alice had always been her mother's favourite. She was the baby of the family, one year younger than Talloe, and she was also the perfect student. She got straight A's and the perfect looks. With her curly, honey hair she'd inherited from her father, her large green eyes and her perfect heart shaped face, Talloe knew better than to try to compare. Talloe had the straight, black hair from her mother and her pale grey eyes from her father. She looked like an average high school girl. Her only pride was her olive skin she'd inherited from her father's Italian side (he was half Italian and half Japanese), giving her a glow in the summer, just like her brother. Her brother with his green eyes and honey coloured hair. Other mothers said he would be a beautiful man when he grew up, that he could be a model. Her brother with all that potential. He was a straight A student like her sister, great at sports, great at science and math, perfect when picking up languages. The image of a confident, future head-boy. Koichi only had one drawback, his twin. He was teased about her being strange, different and ugly and always protected her if she was being teased. This ended him up in front of the school head more than once. Usually with a black eye.

Talloe made her way down to the kitchen and slid the door open to her mother's only western styled area. Her father was a head chef at a restaurant so he'd wanted more space to create his 'inventions'. Her mother had complied grudgingly. She switched on the kettle and poured two cups of tea. Oolong and green tea, one for her and one for her brother. Her brother. Talloe looked at the second cup, realising her mistake. She sighed and pushed it away to the empty seats across the bench. She and her brother were raised in tea ceremonies and both preferred different types of tea. Even after six years of him being gone, she still forgot on occasion.

"Talloe-chan? You're home early?"

She looked up to see her father walk into the kitchen his apron still around his neck. His golden hair tied back in a low braid. She groaned and sipped at her near empty mug.

"You alright, my little bambina?" her father frowned, his Italian upbringing seeping through in his chocolate eyes. Talloe had no idea where her grey ones came from, probably some ancient relative on the verge of decay.

"Mm, yeah, gotta go, papa!" Talloe twitched her lips into a half smile before walking out the door. Not caring that she didn't have anything warm to wear in the late autumn evening. Her father looked down at the steaming cup of oolong tea and sighed before tipping it into the sink.

Talloe ran out into the darkening night, her eyes prickled uncomfortably as she tried to shake the emotion. I shouldn't be thinking about this! She thought and ran through the empty streets of town. No one questioned her around here, she was just another person going about her life.

Another one down, R&R, I like knowing you are reading out there! See if you can guess who will be the main love interest?

Bet you can't!

Oh yeah, and each chapter has a theme song so if you want you can look them up on YouTube.

Ja ne!