A/N- Hey! Here is another chapter. I had this finished up yesterday, but only managed to just post it.

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DISCLAIMER - I do not own Naruto

Song used for this chapter - Wicked Son by Lincoln Jesser

I was impressed, there was no way I couldn't admit it. Before me stood a fortress, a hidden lair with the potential of starting a very dangerous statement, even if it was all for fun. Walking inside the dark office, I glanced around and studied the many TVs mounted on the wall with a computer screen on them. They were scattered, some connected and sharing the same view, others randomly showing other things. Yet even though there were a good ten TVs, there was only one girl sitting there unbelievably toying with them all at the same time.

Besides her, there were others at the longer desk that sat in the middle of the room. They were mumbling about something, far too busy to pay me any mind as me, Temari, and Kankuro walked in. Files were scattered, yet organized in such a way that they flowed from one conversation to another while pointing at certain documents. I studied them with interest, noting how serious they looked. I guess this wasn't about fun for them, I think they took this game very seriously.

"What is this game called anyway?" I asked while glancing at Temari.

"I never really thought of asking," she answered with a shrug, "But I guess if there had to be a name put to it..."

Kankuro then cleared his throat, amazingly gathering everyone's attention- well everyone except the girl at the computer; she continued to stare at her screen without bothering to turn around, "Alright folks, gather around the camp fire."

I smiled slightly at his order, but surprisingly enough everyone began shuffling towards us without much hesitation. Their eyes were instantly on me, sizing me up, breaking me down to calculations. If I was weaker, I'd be nervous. Instead I stood there, watching them with the same expression. It was a business thing, people weren't just people around here.

They were possibilities. Money. Investments. Allies. Or enemies.

"We found our guy- uh well girl- to be on the team," Kankuro announced with a grin.

They stared, not speaking at all.

I shifted, pushing my hands in my pockets and waiting patiently.

"We decided to have her as the figure head," Temari explained with the cross of her arms, "Any objections?"

"Yeah, I have a few," the girl at the computer said without looking away from the screen, "Is she even capable. I know we're despite but that doesn't mean we have to take any random wannabe from the street."

"You shouldn't judge so quickly Sakura," the white haired girl replied, a small smile pulling at her lips as she eyed me curiously, "She's cute, actually she's way more than that, she's got everything going for her. Look at her, standing there as if she doesn't give a shit. That's the type of girl we need."

A slow casual smile slipped my lips at the compliment.

"Ooh, and she's cocky," the girl added with a bit of a smirk, "I say shes perfect."

"We decided that Itachi would be the figure head this year," The computer girl, named Sakura, argued while typing away at the computer.

"Yeah, if we didn't find anyone else," a boy countered a bit too softly. I assumed he was named Itachi as he glanced at me with daunting black eyes, "I don't really want the job anyway, I was just going to take it if we didn't get lucky. Plus Kagura is right, she fits the profile of what we need."

"Yeah and Itachi totally doesn't," the white hair girl, Kagura, added on her red eyes traveling to him with shake of her head, "I mean, he has that 'I don't give a shit' look too, but in a total 'fuck off or I'll stomp your face in' kinda way. That's totally not approachable, and we're going for approachable."

He blinked seemingly unphased, but a small smile of amusement pulled at his lips.

Radiating annoyance, Sakura stood from her swiveling chair and turned towards us. Her green eyes were piercing as she stepped towards us with a frown and a cross of her arms. She sized me up as well, but unlike Kagura she wasn't very impressed. Rolling her eyes, she looked over at Temari and said, "Seriously? This is who we're going to have run this whole entire campaign? She probably doesn't know what the fuck shes doing. What are you, here on scholarship?"

Annoyed, because I heard that statement far too much in the mere two days I've been here, I replied, "Just because you don't know how to dress, doesn't mean I'm here on scholarship. And if you could take about ten steps back and a longer glance at me, you'd understand the extent of how capable I am."

She simply bore her eyes at me.

I stared back without blinking.

"No one said she had to run the whole thing," Itachi tried to defuse, but didn't sound like he particularly cared about the small fight that was happening within the room, "She just needs to look good."

"No wait," Kagura muttered, her eyes narrowing slightly as she stared at me. Within seconds she jerked her head back as if something hit her, and then with a smile breaking her face she started to laugh, "Oh my god, you're kidding me."

"No, we're not," Temari replied with a sigh."

"Nice score, right?" Kankuro said, grinning.

"I figured it was her," Itachi said with eyes wandering to me, "But I thought maybe I was wrong."

Sakura's lip curled as she stalked off back to her computer, but there was no doubt in my mind that she recognized who I was as well.

Itachi outstretched his hand, the vote becoming unanimous, "Welcome to the team."

Shaking his hand firmly, I nodded once with a smile, "Thanks man, I hope we can do great things this year."

"Oh man we are totally going to cause trouble this year," Kagura reveled with a little gleam of mischievous in her eyes, "I can't wait to see the look on everyone's face."

"We got lucky," Temari nodded in agreement, glancing at me with a small smile, "But if we pull this off, yeah... I'm thinking this year is gonna be ours."

"Of course it is," Kankuro said with a small punch at my arm, "Our ace in the hole. This is going to be a cake walk."

Unable to help myself, I felt a bit... happy?

Excited?

It was a different feeling, whatever this union was. Despite their obvious goal and their even more obvious in wanting to bring me on, I felt like all of this wouldn't just be a campaign.

I had this underlining feeling that this was actually going to be, dare a say...

Fun?

But for something so recreational, they seemed very well organized. Everyone had a role, and everyone seemed to play it very well.

Sakura was the techie, and despite her attitude towards me, I couldn't deny that she was a bit of a genius as the days passed on; Itachi was the adviser, mostly into stocks and business decisions. It suited him, he was analytical, maybe a bit cold; Kagura was the dirt handler, getting scoops on anything we needed to know. It sounded a bit silly to me at first, but the information she managed to bring back had even me wincing at the possible damage it could crumble upon our competition. She was impressive, I'll give her that; Temari handled more of the paperwork, keeping copies of any and everything we were doing within our pregame phase, and whatever we did in the future; Kankuro, as awkward as it was, had all these tid bits of information and facts about pretty much everyone around him. Unlike Kagura, who's dirt could be used against people, his information was useful in an entire different way. It surprised me, because half the time he seemed so unfocused and scattered, but if you needed some real details about anything he spat out answers.

Knowing that, one day while walking to the our home base office, I asked him casually, "What can you tell me about Ino Yamanaka?"

His eyebrow rose at the question, "Dirt wise? Not much. What are you looking for?"

"I dont know," I replied truthfully, thinking on what I was really after for the first time since I had taken a small interest in her"I guess... what's her story, if she has one, on the business end of things?"

"She keeps her distance, it's hard to say anything about her at all really," he answered, but then hummed in thought, "I guess if I can say anything about her, I would say that she's like that draw four card in the game Uno."

I blinked, caught off guard and confused, "What?"

Scratching his head, he explained, "Have you ever played the game? It's like that one card everyone wants in their hand to give them that little step above everyone else if things get hairy, but its also that one card that everyone hates to see because sometimes they get burned with it. That's how she is. People go up to her all the time, trying to get in good because she's the presidents daughter. They play nice, butter coat her up, all give her smiles when shes around but... you can tell no one really likes her. Actually, they hate her. They think shes a liability, and just based on how we business kids were raised alone has everyone instinctively going on the defensive when shes around. In short, they pretty much tolerate her so they don't get kicked out, so whenever the games start they try to crush her out of the competition first. They don't want to see the draw four card used against them, so they work to snuff the possibility all together."

I frowned slightly at the information, "Wow... that's harsh."

"It's how it is," he shrugged, not sounding too strung up about it, "Because of it, no one jumps up and down to have her on their team, you know? She's a walking target, and no one wants the risk."

We walked in silence as I thought for a moment. Slowly, I asked, "You think she'll join us if we ask?"

A small smile pulled at his lips as he glanced at me, "Who knew sharks have a soft side? But no, she'd shoot us down right off the bat, no point in going out the way to ask."

"You sure?" I asked.

"Yeah man, I'm positive," he replied, and I believed him for some reason. The girl looked furious all the time when I was around, I doubted she'd work with me, "Anyway, it wouldn't matter, just because no one wants her on their team doesn't mean she doesn't have one of her own. Last year she started up a campaign with her as head figure."

My eyebrows rose in surprise, "Seriously? How'd she do?"

"Crashed and burned hard bro," Kankuro answered, but added as he gave me a sideways glance, "But while she was up and running, she was a walking path of destruction. Girl is a force, I'll give her that."

Momentarily a smile slipped my lips, the whole thing didn't surprise me. Yamanaka didn't look like the type to be reckoned with.

"Why are you asking anyway?" Kankuro pulled me from my thoughts with his curiosity, "You want her on our team that badly?"

"No," I answered simply, not thinking about explaining any further. Then, carefully, I asked, "But could you do me a favor?"

"Sure."

"It's going to sound rude, but... Don't ask questions, alright?"

I tried to sound as easy going and non-asshoeish as possible, but even as the sentence left my mouth I winced. Kankuro on the other hand laughed really hard and long. I gave him a glance, but he simply grinned. Looking beyond amused, he slapped me hard on the back and opened the door for me to the office, "Damn, Kagura was right. We definitely need someone like you on the team."

I didn't know how to take that, so I only smiled sheepishly while walking through the door. But I was grateful, that could have gone either way and fortanitily it went better than expected.

xXx

I probably spoke too soon about the whole thing being fun.

"Wow," I muttered with a sigh and a wary smile turning my lips, "I figured they were bluffing but... they really went this far huh?"

I stood outside the hallway of the girls dorm, but the place was more like a luxurious hotel. The rooms were spacious with a bedroom, tv room, kitchen, and a balcony. Added on to that, each door way that led to everyone else's individual dorm was so far apart from each other that it gave a sense of privacy and peace. But because of that, I couldn't even begin to fathom who had broken into my place and left the door wide open.

With everyone who passed to see the tornado that swept inside.

Staring at it long enough helped it look a little less worse than what it was, but as some girls passed by and snickered at the spectral, I realized that wasn't the point. The point was that someone was trying to get their word across, and I knew exactly who pulled the puppet strings.

Placing my bag down in the hall, I leisurely made my way into my dorm. Everything was tossed over, even the coffee table, but it didn't look like they were stupid enough to fuck up any of the electrical appliances like the TV or fridge. It was just pillows slashed, cushions missing, tables turned over, and couches out of place.

Sighing, I stood before the mess and rubbed the back of my neck. Then, with enough time and motivation, I began to clean up.

"Rockwell? What are you doing..."

The voice sounded like a bit of a snarl, even a little defensive as if I was attacking, but I knew the voice immediately. Looking up I saw Ino at the door, eyebrows bunched together and gaze scanning the room. I hadn't bothered to close the door, there was no point plus I wanted to make a statement of my own.

"Cleaning," I replied with a twitch of a smile, though it was strained and less than pleasant.

"I can see that," she replied with sarcasm, "But why are you doing it with the door open?"

"Because I want everyone to pass to see the shit storm that brewed in here," I answered with a casual look around, "I want them to know what happened, that way when I find the son of a bitch who did it, they can all shares stories on how not to fuck with me anymore."

She blinked, only slightly caught off guard, before stating, "Fighting in school gets you expelled."

"I'm above fighting, sweet heart," I smiled tightly, "I'm about getting equal on fair ground. Anyway what are you doing, going to class?"

"Lunch is over soon," she said with a frown and eyes pulling up to me finally, "You should be getting to class too."

I rose an eyebrow and stayed silent.

She rolled her eyes and stalked off, "Whatever, don't look at me when you flunk out."

I walked towards out the door and leaned against the frame, arms crossed as I watch her go, "That's sweet of you Yamanaka, for a second I sensed that you honestly cared."

She glanced back and smiled, looking honestly amused, "You're right, I actually don't give a shit."

I stared after her, completely caught off guard. I think that was the first time I saw her genuinely pull her lips to show some sort of human expression without bitching me out. But all too soon she was cutting a corner and out of sight, and I was left standing there watching after her. Two other girls passed by, glancing into my dorm and whispering to each other. Grinning at them both, I winked and twirled back around on one foot, "Stare all you want ladies, and tell your friends."

Shortly after I went back to work, but with a bit of a pep in my step.

(1) - I think the song kinda fits because shows how much a shit Tayuya gives. And lemme tell you, its none.

Alright here is chapter 4. Honestly I think thats enough of the set up and now we are going to actually go places with this story. I'm already working on the 5 chapter so lets get started with my big ideas. Hopefully you guys are seeing my vision and we can spark some awesomeness.

Read review, tell me what you think. I'm off to write and be productive in my navy working life. Which... isn't very productive cuz im spending my working time afterhours to write so :D

SHYCADET LOVES YOUR FACE. out.