High School Trauma

Full Summary: Sakura thought this would be just another boring, average school year. However, the arrival of a few new students makes that quite impossible…

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or anything related to it, nor any of the brand names for foods/clothes/ect. Only any of the relatively insignificant original characters I might use for filler characters, and maybe a few of the places I may put in here.

-Key to dialogue-

"$$" Talking

'$$' Thinking

"$$" Inner-self talking through outer self

'$$' Inner-self thinking

"Pst... Tenten..." Sakura whispered to the girl in front of her as Gai delivered a speech about YOUTH.

"Huh? Wassup?" Tenten asked, turning to face the pink-haired young woman.

"How do Gai and Lee do that?" she asked.

"How do Gai and Lee do what? Be gay fags?" Tenten asked. Sakura giggled.

"No, I mean the shiny, sparkly teeth thingy..." she replied.

"I have no idea... " Tenten answered, sweatdropping hugely. "I've tried to do it a few times. It never works."

"Hmmm..." Sakura's eyes brightened as she felt something stirring in her. She suddenly stood up on the bleacher seat, halting Guy's lecture and gaining the attention of all the students. Flames danced in her eyes as she imitated the "nice guy" pose both Lee and Guy shared. "SEXY GREEN BEAST SECRET TAIJUTSU! SHINY TEETH NO JUTSU!" The whole gymnasium sparkled brightly as her teeth glinted incredibly white. She quickly closed her mouth, seeing Lee and Gai staring at her, dumbfounded, and all the other students except for Shino, Neji, Gaara, and Sai, who had quickly looked away, rolling around on the ground and clutching at their poor abused eyes. Tenten recovered quickly, staring at Sakura as she tried to get swallowed up by a hole in the ground that didn't exist, blushing fiercely.

"Holy shit, Sakura! How did you do that!" Tenten asked, getting up and into the nice-guy pose. "SEXY GREEN BEAST SECRET TAIJUTSU! SHINY TEETH NO JUTSU!" Nothing happened, and crickets began to chirrup. "FUCK YOU, DJ OF LIFE! she stuck out her middle finger at nothing in particular. The crickets stopped, and a loud sob was heard as a man about two feet tall tore out from behind a curtain that blended perfectly with the gym.

"YOU PEOPLE ARE MEANIE-BUTTS! ALL OF YOU!" he cried as he ran away.

"..." Sakura blinked. "Was that a midget...?"

"Nooooooo..." Neji replied, rolling his eyes. "It was the Wizard of Oz."

"HELL YEAH! I KNEW IT!" Sakura cried, pumping her fist into the air triumphantly.

"..." Neji looked at her strangely, left eyebrow twitching slightly. "...Santa Claus killed the Easter Bunny, Jack Frost and Jesse McCartney killed Frosty the Snowman, and the Easter Bunny's zombified corpse wants to destroy us all."

"! SANDY CLAWS! HOW COULD YOU!" Sakura cired, tears streaming down her face as everyone else sweatdropped profusely.

"Sandy Claws...?" Tenten asked, eyebrow raised.

"SHUT UP, MORTAL! I AM THE PUMPKIN KING! FEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR MEEEEEEEEE! RAWR!" Sakura cackled wickedly, hands raised above her head, palms up facing the sky, and dark thunderclouds, lightning, and flames appearing behind and around here from out of nowhere. "MWAHAHAHAHAHA! I STEAL YOUR SOULS! I- MUMPH!"

"Shut up before I am forced to do something we may both regret, Sakura-chan..." Neji sighed, one hand over his face in humiliation, the other clamped hard over her mouth. He felt her lips twitch into a grin and she licked his hand. Neji twitched as she kept doing that until he was fed up with it. "DAMMIT, WOMAN!" He removed his hand.

"HA! I WIN! IN YOUR FACE!" Sakura smirked, sticking her tongue out at him. In response, Neji narrowed his eyes and growled. She started to do some sort of "victory dance", and then suddenly found herself still by his grip on her shoulders as his mouth clamped onto hers, his tongue forcefully prying open her mouth and slipping inside as she tensed, eyes wide. His tongue explored her mouth, probing everywhere as he tilted her upper body back for better leverage. Seeming to finally come back to her senses, Sakura squirmed in his hold. After about a minute or so, he pulled away, panting slightly and staring at her as she stared back, also out of breath.

The gym was dead silent.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!"

Sorry it's short, but it's all I can come up with for High School Trauma just now! Gomen nasai! Thanks to all my readers, and everyone who reviews! I appreciate it a lot!