The sun shone through the windows, revealing a lump hiding away under crumpled covers. A sigh escaped her lips. She'd been up for hours, playing Pac-Man. A hand was held out, and it nudged the sleeping lump.

"Come on Sakura." She whispered. "I've completed this thing fifteen times already." The lump stirred; pink hair poking out from underneath the white sheets. Her eyelids opened to stare at the annoyed girl in front of her.

"Hatsue? Why didn't you wake me up?" A sigh left her lips once again as she rubbed her temples.

"It's only six." All of a sudden the pinkette shot up, staring at her wide eyed.

"How long have you been up!"

"About two hours."

"You woke up at four!"

"Yes."

"Why!"

"I don't know." She cocked an eyebrow.

"You get up earlier than Sasuke does. And I thought that was impossible." She got up, shaking her messy pink hair. Hatsue switched off her nearly drained game-boy while Sakura ran a brush through her hair rapidly. A questioning look appeared on her face.

"Why the rush?" The other girl turned, grinning sheepishly.

"Oh; nothing. Just nothing…"

"Right." She slunk off into the bathroom, picking up a spiral comb and pulling it through her hair. How come Sakura's hair was all lug free, and hers was nearly impossible to run a comb through? Frustrated growls were audible in the bathroom. The comb was stuck. Permanently.

"Chikushou." Sakura giggled as she walked up to her, and began in vain to tug the comb free.

"Damn it…." She began mercilessly pulling at the lodged comb, earning a couple of yelps from the pained girl before finally pulling it free. An apologetic smile crept onto her lips as Hatsue sent her a 'Glare Of Total Destruction' (in her opinion anyway) as she rubbed her head.

"Er, do you want me to brush it, Hatsue-chan?" The other girl scoffed, before replying.

"If you can try not to scalp me, yeah." Sakura laughed sheepishly before gently pulling the comb through her matted hair.

"Naruto was right when he said that you were pretty. You want me to give you a makeover? I bet you you'll look really nice!" No answer.

"Hatsue?"

"I don't know…" Sakura smiled at her in the mirror.

"Not a girly makeover! I've got some eyeliner. And I can put some streaks in your hair! Any colour! Oh! And I could give you some mascara and a new hair cut!" Her head poked around to look at Hatsue, who nodded slowly, giving a small smile.

"Here we go then! Makeover time!" She dragged her out of the bathroom, sitting her in front of the dresser. (Talk about lap of luxury). Pulling a towel over her shoulders, she produced some scissors.

"Have you planned this?" She smiled again, her bubblegum hair swaying as she jigged about.

"Maybe." The she proceed to cut her hair; which, to Hatsue, looked like random hacking. She feared for the wellbeing of her was practically murdering it. A few minutes of hacking and she was finished, winging her away before she could get a good look (she had her eyes closed the whole time. In fear, that is). Her chin was tilted as Sakura whisked out some Kohl eyeliner, applying it quickly. The mascara brush stroked her eyelashes, and just as she was about to open her mouth, she was dragged back to the bathroom.

"Right… What colour?"

"Err… Purple?"

"Great choice! It'll really compliment your black hair." Gloves were snapped on as she snatched up a box labeled 'Mischievous Purple'. After some weird minutes, (involving foil and a screaming Sakura), she smiled.

"There. When that's done, you should look fine. And it only took twenty minutes to do!" Hatsue sighed. She really wasn't sure about this. Never in her life; (I repeat, never), had she had a makeover.

"Classes will start in about an hour. Make sure you're ready Hatsue-chan!" With that she dashed out of the room, presumably getting dressed herself.

"Stay there! I'll get you some clothes!" She muttered something inaudible under her breath and hung her head. What would Naruto think of this? She mentally slapped herself. "No. I'm not thinking about Naruto. I have to concentrate on my grades…" She wasn't so sure herself… Some clothes were shoved in her face, which snapped her out of her daydreaming.

"There you go. Some skinny jeans and a skin tight top. It's got a cool dragon print on it. You have some good taste!"

"You like skinny jeans?"

"Yeah." Hatsue pointed an accusing finger at her lilac skirt.

"I never would have guessed." Sakura 'hmphed', (is that even a word?) and walked off. Two minutes later Hatsue appeared back in the bedroom, a worried look on her face.

"How long am I supposed to keep these on?" Sakura looked up.

"Oh. You can take them of now. I'll do it." She began to peel off the foil, smiling as she did so.

"Perfect! You look so kawaii Hatsue-chan!" She cringed at the word. 'Cute' just didn't seem to describe her. Her eyes averted to the converse in the corner. She quickly scooted over to them, slipping in her feet. Her stomach growled as she was tying the laces. She looked up to Sakura.

"Can we go fro something to eat?" The pinkette nodded, scooping up her bag and opening the door; indicating for her to follow. They both walked down the corridor, one swinging their hair; the other staring impassively ahead ( well, it's easy to guess which ones which). Sakura stopped, contemplating.

"Why don't we get the boys? I'm sure they're hungry as well. Unless…Naruto has already dragged them down there!" Hatsue laughed lightly at this, her streaked bangs falling in front of her face. Sakura detoured down a corridor. A sign eventually showed saying, 'Boys Dorm'. Hatsue swore she was sweating. No matter Naruto, what about the others? Her thought were interrupted by a scream coming from a room up ahead. Sakura sighed.

"Looks like Kiba's got into trouble with Gaara…" Her heels echoed on the floor as she ran towards the sound, pushing open the door. Her face turned from worried to a smirk. Hatsue wondered behind her, confused at the current situation. She nearly snorted with laughter. Kiba was laying, in only his pyjama shorts, covered in cream and syrup. Gaara was reading his book innocently, a pile of syrup bottles and cream cans beside him. The look on Kiba's face was a picture. She wished she was recording this.

"What happened?" Kiba's bewildered face turned towards them.

"G-Gaara…a-attacked me…" His turned bright red as Gaara stared at him; a smirk plastered on his face. Kiba shot up, sticky syrup dripping from him, and ran into the bathroom.

"I-I'm getting cleaned up!" Gaara sighed and gave them a 'don't-ask-me-why-I-did-that' look, before continuing to read. Sakura rolled her eyes.

"We'll meet you two in the dining room then. "We're going to get Naruto and Sasuke." He nodded, glancing at the bathroom door and they walked off. A smirk was still evident on Sakura's face.