Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. :p

Title: President Of My Fan Club

Summary: I think I have a problem. Firstly, it turns out that the president of my fan club doesn't like me at all. Not one bit. The second is that she's a money hungry girl who's making profit off of me. And the third? I think I'm falling for her. SasuSaku.

Languages I've used: English, Spanish, Korean, Russian,

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My position was behind the small teacher's desk in an empty classroom after school. In front of me sat some girls from my homeroom; the other seats were taken by females I didn't know. The remaining space was also taken up by girls, sitting, standing, or leaning against anything they could. The crowded room told me just how many fan girls Sasuke had.

The area where I was is the "teacher area", consisting of everything approximately three to four feet away from the chalkboard behind me; the floor there was elevated a foot higher than the rest of the room. This simple raise allowed the teacher to see every student in the back, thus ensuring as little fooling around as possible.

I folded my hands, placing them on the wooden top, shifting slightly in my seat. At this movement, the other girls straightened as well, looking expectantly at me. I cleared my throat once to break the silence. "Welcome," I began nervously, "To the first official meeting of the Uchiha Sasuke Fan Club." From their seats, some of the girls let out cheers, and I laughed lightly at their enthusiasm. Their interruption eased the tense silence from before. Relaxing, I leaned back into my seat, staring at them as I spoke my next words: "I am your President, Haruno Sakura."

Yes, I know- this was the exact opposite of what I would've done if I had liked Sasuke. Becoming a fan girl was demeaning enough, but to become the President of his fan club? That went to the extreme of all extremes. And don't think I suddenly became obsessed over him, because I didn't. Honestly. It's just that... Yamanaka Ino, surprisingly, and Futorabi Emi happen to be very persuasive people.

Yesterday, at lunch, I was asked by Ino to be the President of Uchiha Sasuke's Fan Club. Immediately, I declined her offer, due to obvious reasons. However, the blonde was a rather persistent person, and refused to leave me alone after my rejection. "Come on, Sakura," she pleaded, pulling at the short sleeve of my uniform top, "It'll be so much fun! We're just going to hang out after school and talk about Sasuke-kun. The first meeting is tomorrow after school and the girls are expecting you to be there."

Shrugging her death like grip off my sleeve- the uniform was pricey, and I didn't want to pay for alterations because Ino was too strong for her own good- I gave her a firm look. "Then you're going to have to find someone else, Ino. If all we're going to be doing is that, I think I can do something more productive during my time." The girl looked crestfallen for a moment before perking up, mouth jutted out to form a pout. Oh no, not the puppy dog face.

"Sakura, we need you. The girls have a lot of faith in you- they want you to be there as President. You're responsible and not wild like the other girls. You can keep them under control, I know you can," she said, her expression growing serious, "It's a club, yes, but it means so much more to other girls in this school. We can do other things, too. We can be a fan club and we can be a part of the community. But to do so, we need a strong leader to guide us there- that's you, Sakura." She saw my face lower with defeat and smiled triumphantly.

"Sakura," I heard Emi's voice next to me, her tone on the verge of being sly, "Your photography can also expand as well. Did you know that other girls from other schools have heard about it? I talked to some of them, and they're interested in buying." Wh-what? Girls from other schools want my photos? My eyes widened, growing surprised at her words as I turned to stare at her.

Emi smiled lightly, and went on, "Yes, it's true. I know you're tired from running around to give out photos, so I thought of a way you could stand still and the customers could come to you: an auction." Unconsciously, I mouthed the last word silently, savoring its meaning. Auctions were a brilliant way to make money- and with the...fame I have now, it would attract so many people. The prices could start low and reach unimaginable numbers... She saw my apparent interest and her smile grew, eyes twinkling. "So, will you consider it? I think you'll make a great President, Sakura."

Her words were genuine. I focused my gaze back on Ino, who nodded in agreement, her hands folded as they begged me. They really wanted me to be President of this club; it was so sincere, I felt tears almost prick the corner of my eyes. A long breath left my mouth as they waited my answer. "Fine." It was a defeat, quiet and short; but to them it was my reply, my acceptance. Instantly, two pairs of arms were thrown around my neck as they shrieked into my ear.

When I pried them off me, my ears still ringing with the vibrations of their screams, Ino glanced at me deviously, her eyes wandering off into the distance before returning to me. "You know, you don't have to hide it anymore. You're President now."

"I- what?"

She rolled her eyes and gave my arm a nice, hard poke with the tip of her manicured finger. "Don't play dumb." The inquisitive look in my eyes didn't change. Heaving a dramatic sigh, Ino leaned into my ear, and whispered, "I know you like Sasuke, so you don't have to pretend anymore. It's okay, it's not like we're gonna jump you or anything. You're Prez now." Taking my widening eyes as her statement to be valid, she giggled. "I got you, didn't I? I knew since you took that picture of him. You're really good at hiding though, if it makes you feel better."

Emi gasped as she grabbed me by the arm, forcing me to face her. "You like Sasuke too? Oh my gosh, I had no idea!" Yeah, that's probably because I don't like him... I opened my mouth to contradict their statements when a thought popped up into my mind. And the same exact moment, Ino spoke what I was thinking.

"Well, durr," she said, rolling her pretty blue eyes, "She's the President. It makes sense." And it did- it made perfect sense, and that was the problem. I didn't like him at all; my feelings were the exact opposite (or antithesis, SAT word!) of the fan girls. However, after hearing Emi's ideas, being President would be beneficial to my financial situation right now. I also wouldn't have a cramp in my hand from handing all the photos out.

So, thus, here I was, sitting in the teacher's desk where a true, Sasuke-obsessed fan girl should've been, wondering where to begin with the first meeting when I clearly had no interest in fan-girling over the Uchiha. "Thank you for coming here today," I said, nodding slightly at the group of girls sitting before me. "As you can see, we have a lot of members in this club. I apologize for not being able to find a bigger classroom for all of you."

One of the girls, who I recognized as a junior and regular customer, in the middle row chirped, "It's alright, Sakura-sama." A blush crept up my cheeks at the honorific. I was just the President of his fan club, not their better or someone to be respected. I wasn't partaking in this club for admirable reasons anyway.

"Thank you, but Sakura-san will be just fine. There's no need for the honorific, senpai." The upperclassman nodded at my words, and jotted something down on a piece of paper she had. A dizzy sensation filled my head at the sight- notes? They were taking notes on what I was saying? This wasn't just a silly position, I realized grimly; this was something resembling a role model. Soon, I understood why Ino had been so serious when talking to me.

I moved back, the chair making an ugly noise against the wooden floor. Wincing, I got up and approached the blackboard, picking up a piece of chalk. If this really was as important as Ino made it sound, then I had to take upon my leadership to influence these girls for the better. Starting with, I thought, my hand moving fluidly across the chalkboard, a problem she told me about before. When I finished, I moved aside to let the other girls see what I wrote.

The board read this: the Uchiha Sasuke Fan Girl Code. Taking a deep breath, I began. "I have heard about your...unacceptable behavior as fan girls. As of now, I want it to be forgotten. This," I said, pointing to the board, "Is what you will follow in school. How you act at home is up to you." Underneath the title, I wrote notes, bullets of the rules they must follow if they were to join this club. If they were going to be fan girls, they would act like so without demeaning themselves. This was what I thought as I spoke to them for the next twenty minutes.

The first meeting finished about an hour after school ended. By the end, I had covered their conduct and we decided on leaders for each grade, as well as a Vice-President, a Secretary, etc. It was productive, and the girls greeted me good-bye, sometimes waving, sometimes a hug or a bow, as they exited through the door. Ino gave me a knowing smirk, as if to say, I-told-you-so before she left. The last one left in the room was Karin, who made her way up to me, a clipboard in her hands.

"Congratulations," she said, smiling. "You did great. I wanted to be President, but," Karin's fingers dug into the edges of the clipboard she held before she released them in surprise, as if she had just realized what she was doing, "I got the next best thing." My eyes widened.

"Oh, I'm sorry- I didn't know-"

She cut me off. "No. You'll do a better job than me. Besides," she said, tossing her head back, "Getting stuck doing Presidential duties will leave me less time for Sasuke." Karin was, though I would never say it out loud, the female version of Suigetsu. She was calculating, and yes, sometimes a bitch, but she was blunt and didn't hesitate to speak her mind. It was hard to believe, but Karin never lied- she didn't have to. She wasn't afraid of anyone or what people thought of her.

So, if she complimented you, it was something coming from the bottom of her heart. "Thank you," I said sincerely. "I'll look forward to working with you."

She snorted. "You sound like we're some old ladies in their first job." Yeah, like that. No hesitation at all. It was actually something to admire, except some of her comments went too far, even if they were her opinions. "Anyways, I wanted to ask you something. A request, actually, for a photo."

I hadn't talked about the auction this meeting, so the photo requests were still up. In the next meeting, though, I should bring it up- I was getting tired from running around all the time. "Okay, what is it?"

"I want a picture of Sasuke-kun shirtless."

If I were drinking something, I would have definitely spat it out from shock. Thankfully, I wasn't, and I was spared from Karin's thunderous violence. She rolled her eyes, and crossed her arms.

"Yeah, yeah, I know it goes against your whole 'respect Sasuke-kun like you respect yourself' thing," Karin said, making quotation marks with her fingers, "But I want it. It'll be the last thing I do before I go follow your boring rules." Inwardly, I winced at her words. She was really blunt. I knew they weren't quite fan girling, but it felt like the right thing to do; and besides, I told them they could scream and squeal all they want in the club room.

But it wasn't the picture taking that was the problem, it was the lack of what he was wearing I had to take. "Karin, I don't know." Her eyes narrowed behind her red glasses. "Because, well," I scrambled to find a legitimate excuse besides how embarrassing, how demeaning, how rude (three things I would get the crap beaten out of me for saying) it was, "It's not like he would pose half-naked for me willingly. I don't see any opportunity for me to take it." Yes, that was a very good excuse. Good job, Sakura.

"Is that it?" Her expression relaxed back into a bored gaze. "Sasuke-kun practices soccer in the east field." That was all she said before turning to exit the classroom.

I raced after her, calling out, "Wait! Karin!" She stopped and turned on her heel, raising a brow at me. One edge of her mouth was turned down to a half-frown. Oh dear, I was testing her patience. I really hope she doesn't blow up on me. "I- I don't see how that would help me, Karin..."

The red-haired girl closed her eyes for a moment before opening them, taking a deep breath. (This was something she learned in the Anger Management Class she had been taking recently. It was hard to believe Karin was actually learning how to control her temper. She doesn't try to hide it either, as she told me, very simply, when I asked her what she was doing with her long pauses and deep breaths.) "Sometimes," she said slowly, "He's shirtless."

I hesitated in my reply. There was an extent to Karin's tolerance in keeping back her anger, and I might have just reached it... but... Glancing at her nervously, I ventured timidly, red blush spreading across my cheeks at the thought of her request, "Karin, I don't think I should, I mean he's half-naked, so, I don't think he'll like if I- "

And then she exploded. Karin lowered her eyes dangerously at me, her mouth curling into a snarl. "Dammit, Sakura," she hissed, jabbing a finger in my direction, "I don't fucking care if you're too much of a damn prude to look at a guy shirtless. Your shitty rules are annoying, got that? Who the hell gives if it doesn't respect him- I'm the one whose gonna fucking look at it, goddamn it!" I backed a step away from her probing finger, flinching at her words. "So fuck your rules, I just want my fucking picture!"

Karin let out a deep breath after she stopped her rant, her hand dropping to her side. Closing her eyes, she ran her fingers through her hair, obviously frustrated. "Dammit. I freaked out again." She opened her eyes and caught sight of me, backed up against a wall. Biting her lip, she stared at the ground for a moment. "Sorry." It was quick and quiet, a bit forced, but she meant it.

"It's okay," I answered shakily. Groaning, Karin shook her head, her gaze still lowered. "What did you mean by again?" I asked, trying to fill the awkward silence that followed. A wry smile spread across her lips.

"I beat the shit out of Suigetsu. He was annoying me," she replied, snorting. "That retard." A quiet laugh escaped me- I could picture that scene perfectly. "Anyway," Karin said, redirecting her gaze at me, "I know this sounds incredibly bitchy, but can I have my picture?" I couldn't help laugh at her words, this time loud enough for her to ear. It was so like her, it was funny. Her face fell flat at my amusement. "What's so funny?"

I shook my head, trying to suppress my grin. "Nothing, it's nothing."

The red-haired girl rolled her eyes at me. "Well, can you?" she asked with impatience. Noticing my hesitation, she pursed her lips into a thin line. "Look, if you're gonna be such a prude about it, I'll pay you to just take it. I know you need money." She didn't let me continue spluttering in astonishment as she cut me off. "It's kinda obvious, y'know. The whole photo selling thing and all. I don't think you like Sasuke enough to be President, well, not as much as me, but whatever. Anyways, I'll give you thirty bucks to just take it and how much you want it in poster size. And I want it huge."

So Emi didn't tell anyone, but Karin was smart enough to find out on her own. How...odd. The first feeling I felt was indignation at her words, for bribing me with money to take that photo, like I was some kind of desperate beggar. It was insulting. But then my logical side took over: photographers get paid to take all kinds of photos- what different is that from now? She's just my client who was asking for something I don't usually do. That was all.

And, I have to admit, money talks. It talks a lot. If money had a voice, it would be loud and enticing, shouting all sorts of pleasures and desires to you, slowly pulling you in. This was a big order, one that I could really profit from.

I looked at her, pushing away all thoughts of it being immoral, of being disrespectful and going against everything that I said, of being demeaning towards me, and said one thing: "When do you want it by?"

A satisfied expression crossed her face as she shrugged. "Before the end of this month, if you can. I'll catch you later, Sakura-chan." Karin turned to walk away, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. She stopped for a moment and turned her head, her red hair draping over her shoulders. She looked hesitant. "And, thank you."

I smiled. "Your welcome." Nodding, she turned, and exited the hallway through the stairs. When Karin disappeared from sight, I sighed, sagging against the hallway wall. What an eventful day, I thought, staring dazedly at the ceiling. Sinking down onto the floor, I rested my head on my knees, suddenly realizing what I had to do to fulfill Karin's request. Haruno Sakura, my mind chided me, you are a disgrace to your sex.

BWAHAHAHAHAAA! And that's how it ends. I actually like Karin. She's not a big bitch- just highly emotional and crazy. And, okay, sometimes a bitch. Mehh... I betcha can't wait for the SasuSaku confrontation that's coming up, nee? Hopefully it makes up for the lack of action in this one...

I can't believe how many reviews I got for the last chapter! Hugs and kisses to you wonderful, wonderful people: Akemi Akira, VALLED, xemotionallyCONSTIPATEDx, Luna Rei Harmony, TigerLilyette, ItIsHotAt2pm, Autumn Misery, Cady, GoldenKitsuneHime13, gaarasracoon, kerapal bubbles, and, finally, SasoLOVE111. You guys are the best. Your reviews made my day.

Akemi Akira, thank you! Normally it takes me months to update, but I really like this story, and I'm getting lots of feedback so that's really encouraging me. Unfortunately, I'll be starting my freshmen year at high school next Wednesday. That means studying everyday, continuously, and little updating. I'll try to, but I think it'll be, at most, once every one or two weeks. Oh, and, I draw fairly well... hmm, I really don't know. I think I could do better, but, ehh. *shrugs*

I think I would post my drawings except I don't have a scanner. *sweatdrop* Or Photoshop so I can't edit it or anything. However, I do have one of those digital drawing board pad thingies...

Luna Rei Harmony- Thank you so much, that review was really, well, sincere. I hope I get lots of compliments... :)

ItIsHotAt2pm- Thanks! I love being told I have an original plot, so thanks for the comment. And yes, Korea has huge fan clubs- esp. for DBSK and all that. I didn't know this, but the fan clubs portrayed in Japanese/Korean/asian shows, dramas, anime, manga, etc. are all real. And I don't mean the ones over a celebrity, but the ones over an actual, normal person. (Like Sasuke...kinda.) I always thought it was, well, a big exaggeration and some kind of cultural joke. My dad went to school in Korea and told me about them.

I was all, "OMG, REAAAALLLY?" And he was like, "Yes. I'm not joking. Popular, good looking, normal guys (and some girls) had fan clubs dedicated to them." So then, I was all, "I bet you didn't have any fan clubs." *Cheeky grin* He goes, "Harharhar... yeah. I didn't."

Aww, sad face. Poor daddy. I'm such a mean daughter. bwahahahaaaa... :D But I love him.

Cady: *evil laugh* Me too.

Anyways, I love you all, and thanks for all the reviews! And now that we have to part, *sniff*, I urge you to move your mouse over to the REVIEW button and click it. Write something as I throw away my last days of summer for going back to school- ick. I hope you all have fun, enjoy the time you have left, and good luck at the approaching school year!

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p.s. does that look like a smoochie face? I don't think it does. ._." hmm..., oh well.