A/N: Yo! Hey guys, I would like to ask you some questions that I hope you could answer. It would really help for this story. So, are you ready? Here we go...

First, since I don't study in Japan, I don't know how school goes in there. And the grade levels are different too. So, I would like to know what age would they be if they're middle schoolers. Anyone know? I would really really appreciate it.

Second, I'm not so sure what subjects they would have when they're middle schoolers so does anyone know any possible subjects Sakura and the gang may have?

I'll be waiting for your answers! :)

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Naruto.

PREVIOUS CHAPTER RECAP:

"Uh… Thanks, Sai." She said politely, hoping her kind attitude towards him would stop him from calling her vulgar names.

"Anytime, Haruno." He said then walked away.

Silently thanking that he didn't call her ugly this time, she stared at his retreating back. Wondering why he was so different compared to Sasuke. Sure, Sasuke is good-looking but Sai is good-looking as well. The two could pass as twins if it wasn't for their different hair styles and attitude. Sasuke was cold and considered by everyone as emotionless as an ice block while Sai can be friendly at times, and he smiles at least even if it is obviously fake.

She smiled slightly at the resemblance and difference of the two then headed off to her locker.

Sasuke was walking down the hallway when he saw something that made his blood boil. There was Sakura Haruno, the girl that occupied his every thought ever since this afternoon, in the arms of no other than the art freak, Sai.

He watched through narrowed eyes how Sai was holding the girl by her waist, tightly. Then he saw Sai's lips move, probably speaking to the girl. Then, Sakura was out of his arms while laughing her tinkling laugh. It made his knuckles clench the strap of his bag tightly. What could this weirdo be saying to make her laugh?

He couldn't see Sakura's facial expression or know if she was talking as well since her back was facing Sasuke and he was too far to hear their conversation clearly. Then he saw Sai speak before walking away. He didn't make out why he was so infuriated that instead of just continuing on her way, Sakura was still staring at Sai as he walks away. Then, when she turns left to head to her destination, he saw her lips were tilted upwards, indicating that she was smiling.

He growled silently to himself then marched off to Naruto's home, they had band practice today.

When Sakura headed out of the convenience store with one bag of groceries she just bought, she noticed it was already twilight, which means she would probably be heading home in the dark. She sighed then strolled off to her home. She wouldn't have bought groceries if she didn't need it yet but she was too tired of having instant ramen as her daily meal.

As she was walking down the alley, slightly unaware of her surroundings, two drunk men were following her. She was absentmindedly planning what she would be doing this evening, managing her time. When she heard pairs of footsteps, she glanced discreetly by her shoulder and saw two silhouettes of men behind her.

She wasn't sure what to do first. She was deciding which a more plausible explanation was: they were behind her because their house was also this way or they were just up to no good, and apparently she would be caught up in the mess they'll be making. Unable to make the verdict between the two options, she just did what any sane person would do: she gripped her belongings firmly then picked up her pace.

She was almost half-jogging by the way she was walking too fast. Sakura was about to sigh in relief for getting a good forty feet distance away from the raucous men when she saw another pair of boys up ahead of her, that immediately made her halt in her tracks.

Then it clicked into her brain: they weren't following her, they were ushering her. Leading her right where they wanted her to be. And she just took the bait stupidly. There were four of them; a brunette, an olive-haired, a navy blue-haired and a blonde.

That was when she decided that the latter of her choices earlier was the correct one. The two pairs of intoxicated men following her were still teenagers, just a few years older than her, she guessed. She heard the brown haired man's slurred speech behind her,

"Mission accomplished."

Then their boisterous laugh filled the dark alley. When their laughing fit subsided, the navy blue haired man whistled at her and said,

"Hey there, lady. Nice legs you got there."

She flinched then tried to cover herself from the pervert's gaze. Then the olive haired said,

"What's your name, pinky?"

Then some of them tried to muffle their laughter at her nickname. She refused to talk to these lowlifes. If she wasn't terrified of what would happen next right now, she would already have a snide remark ready to launch at them but she just bit her tongue.

When the blonde was annoyed at her lack of response, he took a few strands of her pink hair that was untucked from her ear. She stiffened, preparing to defend herself. When she felt him lean in, she pulled back and slapped his hand away from her.

"Get away from me."

She wanted her voice to sound bolder and braver, but it just came out in a silent whisper.

The blonde, once again annoyed at her rebuff, grabbed her wrist. That move made her drop the bag of groceries she was holding.

"Or what?" He challenged her.

She wanted to be able to threaten him but unfortunately, in this scenario, she was the damsel in distress and no one was around to save her. Unable to say anything other than an empty threat, she just kept her mouth shut.

"Cat got your tongue?" He asked rhetorically.

She winced when he tightened his grip on her pale wrist. He was making a move towards her bare legs. She immediately reacted on the instinct of self-preservation. Sakura felt the adrenaline rush through her veins, giving her momentary strength. She pulled her hand away from his grip then sent it flying towards the blonde's cheek.

The blonde staggered backwards as the force of the impact pushed him back. Sakura clutched her handbag in front of her as she saw the bright red hand mark imprinted on the perverted blonde's left cheek. She would've laughed at his expression if only she wasn't in a very dire predicament.

"Shit." The blonde cursed.

Then the blonde glared at her with fiery green eyes.

"Grab her." He ordered.

Then the other boys followed his order. She figured two things out at once: the blonde was this stupid group's leader and she just dug her own hole to die in. The blonde ringleader's expression told her that she was in heaps of trouble.

The olive haired man grabbed her from behind, grabbing her arms behind her to prevent her from escaping. She squirmed in his grasp. Then the blonde moved towards her. She thrashed about when the blonde tried to grab her chin.

"I said hold her down!" He said pissed off.

The brown-haired one assisted the olive-haired lad. The brown-haired creep held her by her shoulders to lessen her writhing movement. When Sakura's writhing was at minimum, the blonde successfully grabbed her chin.

"I said, what's your name?"

She still kept her mouth shut. Then the boy smirked wickedly,

"Fine. If you won't talk then I'll just get on with it."

She was panicking. Her breathing came in short huffs of breath, she was hyperventilating. Tears of panic started to water her eyes. She fought it back, not wanting to show more weakness than what she has just shown to these guys.

The blonde turned to look at the navy blue-haired guy, which was the only one not participating in the crime his friends would be doing to this poor pink-haired girl. The navy blue-haired guy raised his eyebrow in question. The blonde said – ordered, actually…

"Watch out for anyone who might be going this way. I don't wanna be interrupted."

The lad spoken to obeyed silently while Sakura shuddered in horror and disgust. Since Sakura was being held by the olive-hared guy with her hands behind her while the brown-haired held her by her shoulders, she was incapable of preventing him from opening her school uniform blouse's buttons, the top one first.

"No! Let go of me!" She was screaming in his face over and over but he paid no heed to her words.

When she felt the pervert's fingers unbuttoning her blouse, she was utterly revolted and mortified at the same time. She lashed out when the pervert was already unbuttoning the second button. She felt her second wave of adrenaline course through her veins. Summoning all the self-defense knowledge she learned from all the action movies he watched with her father, she kicked the blonde in the body part where the sun doesn't shine, his groin.

The boy bent over in pain. Sakura wanting to be free more than ever, broke free from the other two teen's grasp. She tilted her head forward and then thrust it backwards, hitting the olive-haired square on his nose. That made him let go of her arms behind her to tend to his now bloody nose.

Free from the first guy, only one left. She gripped her handbag, which had the thick hardbound book she was reading earlier at drama class, and slammed it straight to the brown-haired chap's surprised face. He let go of her and groaned in pain, holding his broken nose, much like the olive-haired guy.

She made a run for it, forgetting the bag of groceries she left behind. She dashed away as fast as her uncoordinated legs could take her. Not even glancing behind her to see if they were pursuing her, she continued running, hoping someone would be passing by to help her or at least scare off the guys from being caught and arrested for sexual harassment.

"Go after her!" She recognized the blonde's voice.

Then she heard a new pair of feet sprinting behind her. Alarmed, she tried to go faster. Unfortunately, the man running after her was too fast. She heard and felt him getting closer and closer to her with every step. Finally, before she could reach the far end of the dark alley, she felt something hit her back.

"Aah!!" Sakura yelped when the man pursuing her pounced on her.

She fell forward with the dead weight on her back, which she noticed was the man who was running after her. When she fell forward, her black rimmed eyeglasses fell off and stumbled a few feet farther away from her. Before she could protect herself from the fall, she felt the back of her head hit the concrete, hard. Then her vision started to become blurry.

She felt being rolled over to lie flat on her back on the cold hard concrete. Then, the edges of her vision started to darken, spreading over to the middle like spilled ink until she was engulfed in total darkness. The last thing she saw was the face of the infuriated blonde above her, bending down, and then she passed out.

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