04 AIHE

"They're the Akatsuki. Your brother's friends."

Well, that kinda made sense… No wonder he was scared. Didn't they beat up some kids in the parking lot back in their freshmen days? Y'know, terrorize the school, keep your manly image, all that good jazz. Yeah I never really bothered about my brother and his friends.

"Oi, Kuro-chan, you okay in there?" I ask, waving a hand in front of his face. He, in turn, scowls at me. Yeesh, excuse me for checking if he was alive. Rude much?

"Are you okay there?" Temari comes, seemingly jumping out from behind her taller brother.

"Huh? Oh, yeah I'm fine" I answer. The bell rings and I jump up, unused to its loudness.

"Yeah, the bell's annoying." Kuro-chan says, turning me around and pushing me into Gaara. What is with these people and pushing me into other people?

"Anyways, you two go run off to your homeroom, now!"

"Ow, Sorry Gaara-kun." I mumble, rubbing my poor shoulder. It's had too many collisions and homeroom hasn't even started yet. "I dunno why people decided that it's a perfect day to push me into others. Not my fault"

"Hn" he replies. Then again he wasn't ever really one for words. We walk to class. Yay, fun, right? Haha, too bad Gaara didn't like talking all that much. It's okay; I'm used to it. He's my best friend after all.

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Apparently it was a B day… so I had music next. I walked to class with Gaara. Quietly. One day I might snap and break because of all that silence, but it's not anytime soon, thankfully.

"Aw, we just got rid of you half an hour ago!" that was Kuro-chan's voice. He was loud- yelling to us almost as soon as we stepped inside the room.

"Shaddup" I mutter.

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School's a drag. Yup, drag's a new word. That's all that pineapple-haired kid would say all throughout Geometry. Kinda drove me crazy, but I'm used to it… sorta.

"Women are so troublesome" he said when the teacher assigned us to groups with two girls and two guys. Yay. Was this somehow supposed to get the class to know each other better? In case the teacher hadn't noticed, the class he was teaching contained hormone-controlled teenagers. Some kids will end up knowing each other a bit too well by the end of the period at this rate.

"OMIGOSH LOOK SAKURA" I twitched; it sounded like one of those two girls from earlier. Was this one Blondie or Pinkie? And they haven't yet learned to whisper.

"OMIGOSH ITS THAT KID INO"

"LETS TAKE THOSE SEATS"

"BUT WHOS THE PINEAPPLE KID?"

And it went just how you'd think it would go. By the end of the hour-and-half period, both of us were muttering 'Women are so troublesome' in synch.

What a drag.

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"UGH" I said, throwing myself onto the bed. I promptly fell asleep, of course forgetting the fact that it wasn't my bed. Who cares; I was sleepy.

Of course PMS boy sees this differently, coming from how he heartlessly kicked my side.

"Oi, freshie, get up." At least he wasn't wearing shoes; we leave ours by the door. We have slippers instead!

I roll over and glare at him. I don't really appreciate it when my precious beauty sleep's interrupted. And he most likely doesn't appreciate me using his bed. Dangitall…

"I have a name too, ya know" I mutter sleepily. I tried to keep glaring at him but that didn't work.

"And what is it again?" he asks, rather grouchy for this time of the day. Whatever time it is now; I was too lazy to check earlier.

"It's Hatsuharu but you can call me Haru I guess." That name aniki gave me felt so weird on my tongue. I liked my nickname far better. HaruHaruHaruHaru. What the heck is a Hatsu-haru, anyways?

"…ru… haru!" PMS boy said angrily. Oh, I seemed to have drifted off again.

"Hm? You called, Haru speaking."

"Get outta my bed" he demands, with a look so scary it's almost forcing me to comply.

"Yes, ma'am" I reply, borderline cheeky. He glares at me again. Probably because of the 'ma'am'. But he should look on the bright side! At lease I'm complying!

I groan as I roll myself outta the bed, being just too dang lazy to simply get up and get out.

"OW" I said as soon as my shoulder- the same shoulder! had an unfortunate reunion with the floor. At least with people they're squishier and less hard… usually.

"Thank you" PMS says with a bit more sass than needed- who even knew that kid had sass? Oh wait, it's called sarcasm. Never mind then. I check the clock- I had time.

"Yeah, I'm gonna go take a shower before dinner" I announce, not really sure why he would even care.

I grab the pile of stuff that I prepared earlier for my shower and waltz inside. My, I do love a good shower.

After who knows how long- I've forgotten to keep track, I finally step outside and dry myself with a towel. And after toweling myself of thoroughly enough, I notice that I'm missing a vital piece of clothing.

My… uh… chest wrap. Let's just blame the need for that on this rather ugly scar running down my chest. Looks like someone tried to slice me in half… Aw who am I kidding, that did happen but I'm not about to elaborate because it depresses me.

At least I have my undies- I put that and my pants on first. Then I… wrap the towel around me, like a protective cover, a dress. Now if only I could get that wrap without that dear PMS boy noticing. I know, it doesn't seem likely. That kid has, like, 360-degree vision.

I sigh, stalling inwardly and outwardly. Finally deciding that something was better than sitting around and moping, I get up and walk closer to the door, the towel still tightly wrapped around me.

I open the door slightly and peek outside. Of course I only notice the wisps of steam after they start escaping the room. Hm… what should I do? Why is my room so far away from the bathroom?

The front door opens and someone walks in, cursing loudly.

"***** Kakuzu" that person says. What a colorful vocabulary. "Won't let me stay in his **** room."

I don't hear PMS's voice at all… So is this the junior that rooms with us? I thought he said he never comes around.

"H-Hidan-senpai" wait, what is this I hear? PMS boy stuttering? How is that possible?

"Didja forget that I live here? **** Hyuuga…"

Yeah, it's that junior kid. His name's Hidan. Hey, that silver-haired kid I'd bumped into earlier was named Hidan, too.

So there must be two Hidans running around the school…

Or that silver-haired kid's my other roommate.

"What the **** are you doing in there, freshie?" oh, so it is the silver-haired kid. Hidan. Anyways, he's opened the door, totally revealing the almost half-naked me. Oh, PMS boy's there, too.

Their eyes caught mines, then widened as their gaze wandered lower, to where I protectively clutched the towel to my chest.

Did I forget to mention that I'm a girl?

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A/N: 1,200+ words! Bwaha. I've been waiting for this chapter. But was it obvious to you guys...? Tell me please!

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I've enough chapters written ahead for weekly updating, provided I still write at least a chapter per week.

Oh yes; I guess a preview is in proper order.

Back to now, y'know, two guys staring at the almost-half naked me? Of course I did the first thing that came to mind- I screamed.