Konoha High : The Badass Style

by b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b0r3d

Four new girls come to dominate Konoha High without knowing it. Will they change the school for good? And maybe the Badboys that inhabit it? Really bad language. The story's horrible at first, but I swear it gets better KibaxOC SasuxOC GaaraxOC ShikaxOC

38. Gangbangin, Kidnappin, & Underwear?

Hey there! This chapter's gonna be about…well I don't know. I make all my chapters up as I go along XD haha. So…let's hope this turns out to be a good one or else I'll completely fail as an author…if I haven't already O.o

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto

Aiko POV

"Hello…my prisoners." For some reason, this big-titted bitch is lookin' at us like she's gonna eat our ears or something.

I nudged Naruto. "Uhhh…this is creepy."

"It gets worse." He responded, looking scared for shit. Well anyways, I got my own shit to rant about.

So you know what really sucks? Getting a boyfriend but having to cancel a date with him and working a delinquent class before school starts.

That's like the epitome of the suckiest things that could ever happen to you. And of course, it happens to me of all people. Sometimes, I wonder if life is set up to just throw shit at me just for the hell of it. One of these days, I'm gonna snap. And when I snap, it ain't gonna be pretty.

"Welcome to Class D."

Tsunade opened the doors for us and we walked inside feeling uneasy. The walls were chipped, the floor was yellow, the paint was peeling, and there was blood on the doors. Sometimes the lights would flicker and some of the doors were off its hinges.

"Granny," I crossed my arms as we walked by. "This is one ghetto-ass place." As I walked through the hallway, there was spray paint everywhere. Like oh my gosh, I didn't even see this much fucking graffiti at the skate park. It was on the walls, on top of the lockers, on the lockers, on the class doors, even the fucking windows. This is some hardcore shit.

"I don't run it," Granny shrugged. "As long as I'm not caught up in this, I don't care."

"Will I die?" Kiba whimpered.

"Possibly," Tsunade said bluntly.

Aoi said, "Well if we die, than we possibly might sue you."

"Naruto, Hinata, Yumi, and Shikamaru, you will be instructing the Freshman," Tsunade ignored Aoi's comment while directing us to the door of the Gym, "Yes I understand that there is a large amount of the Freshman class and only four instructors, but I'm sure you will do fine. They will all be gathered in the Gym for PE. All you do is watch them and make sure they don't do anything they aren't supposed to."

Hinata gulped and Naruto broke out into a sweat. "O-Okay."

"Let's do this shit!" Yumi grinned, grabbing the two nervous teens by the neck and dragging them into the gym.

"That's the kind of people they beat up," The Inuzuka shivered.

"I know," Shikamaru said, sighing and walking into the Gym.

"Fuck!" I yelped as some kid ran past me. He looked back but kept running. "Bastard," I scoffed, rubbing my arm. "Where does he think he's going?"

"He's ditching, duh," Granny Tsunade said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "A lot of the kids don't attend class, so get used to faces popping out of nowhere." We continued walking until we stopped in front of a library.

"Sasuke, Rai, you get the Sophomores," Tsunade pointed towards the library door. "The Sophomore class will receive only two instructors because I am quite aware that you two can handle yourselves rather well."

Rai cracked her knuckles. "Alright. If they get outta hand, I'm gonna kick their asses."

"Yeah yeah," Sasuke pulled her into the library, "See ya later, Principal T.

"So what, we get the Juniors?" I yawned, stretching my arms up high.

"Correct." The clack of her heels reverberated over the quiet hallways.

"Who gets the Seniors?" Gaara asked.

"Nobody. They're too hard to handle," Tsunade replied, looking straight ahead.

"Wait, what?" We stopped walking. "Who's too hard to handle?"

"The Seniors," Tsunade said simply.

"Why?" For some reason, I was pissed the fuck off. I wanna take on those suck-ass Seniors! I'm from the World of Demons for hell's sake, I can kick the shit off anyone's ass. Ain't no wannabe Seniors gonna be tougher than me of all fucking people.

"The Seniors are far too dangerous for you two," Tsunade replied, looking me straight in the eye. "Most are them are gang-affiliated. And they're not some rinky-dink gangs. These are serious gangs. I refuse to associate you with people who can potentially kill you."

"Oh c'mon Granny," I begged her. "I can teach these bozos!"

"Well if you continue to shoot your mouth off to me, I probably will allow you to watch the Seniors," Tsunade narrowed her eyes. What I failed to find out until after this little adventure was that the Juniors were out and it didn't matter because none of them came to school anyways. Tsunade was just trying to get somebody to watch the Seniors and she chose me 'cause I was "easy to rope in".

Bitch.

"Do it Granny!" I yelled. "I can show those dumbasses who's boss!"

"Are you sure?" The big-boobed lady raised an eyebrow.

"I'm positive!" I grinned. "By the end of the day, I'll have every one of 'em reading their History books!"

"I'll take you up on that offer," Tsunade smirked, walking towards a door that said Mass Classroom. "This…"

She opened the door to reveal a sight of complete chaos. It was an extremely large room, like I'm talking Uchiha living room status. There were teens hanging from ceiling lights and girls dancing on the desks. There was graffiti on the walls and boys were trashing the desks and the books. People were writing on the chalkboard and drawing obscene images. A group of boys were smoking the back…It was just whoa.

"…is the Senior class," Tsunade smirked, but then rolled her eyes and walked to the back. "Dammit Fujihara! That's your third pack. Gimme that." She snatched the cigarettes away from the careless looking boy. "Finish one more pack before break and I'll take away your whole supply."

"Whatever."

Granny sighed and walked back to us. "Good luck controlling these addicts. See ya." Before she could close the door, I stopped its range of motion. By doing so, the door was held open at an angle similar to that of an obtuse. The perpendicular r—just kidding. Did I scare you?

"Wait, where's Aoi going?" I asked as said boy began walking away.

"He and Kiba are going to man the surveillance," Tsunade said as she, Kiba, and Aoi started to walk down the hallway. "Of course, somebody's got to make sure all of you don't kill yourselves."

~Freshman~

"AHH!" Yumi screamed as a mob of possessed Freshman chased after her with their switchblades.

"Get over here, you blonde hoochie!"

"Help me! I a-,mph!" Naruto was hung upside down from the basketball hoop in toilet paper. Two boys took a bat and started to beat him back and forth.

Poor Hinata had been locked in the storage closet by gaudy girls who thought she was fun to tease.

"This is just horrible," Shikamaru said monotonously from under the stage, no doubt hiding from those terrible Freshman.

~Sophomore~

"So…how do we do this?" Rai whispered to Sasuke as they stood in front of a silent class. They were just quiet, not one of them saying a thing.

As opposed to the noisy Freshman class, these Sophomores were the result of all the hardcore partying Freshman year did to them. Some were asleep with their mouths open, some looked dead, and most just stared straight ahead with their mouths slack and their eyes vacant.

They were all just fried.

"I don't know," Sasuke shrugged. "I guess we just watch them?"

"Yeah, alright then."

~Seniors~

"Get the fuck outta our classroom, you Freshman hoes!"

"You wanna go, huh hot stuff? You think just 'cause you're a big bad Senior that you can push me around? Hell no! Let's finish this, right here right now," I growled, assuming my fighting stance and jumping back and forth.

"Aiko, stop," Gaara tried to restrain me. "We aren't here to fight them. We are here to control them and watch over them for the day."

"Well I'm controlling the fuck outta them right now!" I tried to hit one of those Senior punks but he dodged me and made faces while Gaara got me out of the way.

Let me straighten out this Class D shit for ya.

The Freshman were wild. They're Freshman after all. They're the drop-outs from the original Konoha High section because they simply did not feel like putting effort into school. They partied until the morning hours and drank and got pregnant and all that shit.

The Sophomores were the result of the Freshman's hardcore partying. They were sluggish and slow and barely responded to anything anyone said. I guess that they partied so hard in their Freshman year that it burnt them out for their Sophomore year.

Sophomores were more of the drug junkie type of people. They bought and sold. And occasionally, in the girls bathroom (where it all goes down) they would have a session. After all, why do you think they're so fried all the time?

The Juniors were more of the uh…well they were the kids that never felt like participating in school activities. They just ditched all day to further ruin their sorry lives. Rumor was that they have orgies in the girls' bathroom when the Sophomores weren't using it. It wasn't surprising though. I heard that almost half the girls in the Junior class got pregnant anyways.

And the Seniors. Ah, the Seniors. They were the after-effects of all three years. They were like the Freshman, but wiser and more clever with their tricks. They knew the score and how things worked and what made Seniors scarier than the rest was that they never hesitated. Not anymore.

They learned from past experience and they weren't merciful. They knew what to do.

So all in all, the Freshman were drunk on life and associated with their gangbanger activities, the Sophomores were the drug junkies of the school, the Juniors were more interested in their sex life than their school life, and the Seniors were a combination of all three.

Great.

And how do I know all this? Thank Tsunade, who found it necessary to explain to us in detail the lives of Class D students for ten minutes straight.

I was bored as fuck and I'm pretty sure Gaara didn't even give a shit. I mean, why would you? These were just a bunch of dumbass kids who want attention so they act up. I can kick their asses all day any day!

If they think they can push me around, they've got another thing coming.

"Hey, Fire-Crotches!" Twitch.

"Fire-Crotch, I'm talkin' ta you!" This bitch gets all up in my face, challenging me and shit.

Do not punch. Do not start a fight. Do not cause a scene. Do not—

"Fire-Crotch, you deaf?"

"That's it!" I swung a right hook right at this bitch's face. I could feel the sweetly sickening and totally familiar crack of bones. She fell to the floor and Gaara held me back again. "You wanna go, huh? Let's do this!"

"You bitch!" The aforementioned bitch screeched, placing her hands on her face. "You broke my fucking nose!"

"It wasn't real anyways!"

"Aiko, stop!"

I huffed and pushed Gaara away. "Whatever! Let these bastards act like morons. They'll all die before they reach the age of twenty anyways."

All the Seniors glared at me.

Fuck you.

~Freshman~

"Get meee outttt!" Yumi pounded at the locked double doors at the end of the Gym. "I wanna go home!"

"I'm getting sick!" The naturally tanned Uzumaki turned green while he was still hanging upside down.

"Shut up, stupid guy!" Somebody who was sitting under him carelessly beat Naruto with a stick. "Nobody wants to hear you talk."

"Um, hello?" Hinata knocked on the closet door. "Can anybody hear me?"

Two Class D girls snickered at the inquiries coming from behind the door. "How stupid."

Naruto stopped wriggling. The toilet paper around him suddenly ripped to shreds and he flipped backward, landing on his feet. The enraged blonde took the sticks from the boys that were beating him and swung at their knees, immediately incapacitating them. He looked up with infuriated eyes and he said in a demonic-like voice, "Don't call her stupid."

One of the girls tilted her head. "What?"

Naruto's eyes seemed insanely mad. "Are you deaf? I said don't call her stupid. Especially when you're in a class such as this one."

The Freshman class stopped what they were doing. They dropped all the switchblades, the beer bottles, and the cigarettes. They simultaneously glared at the defiant blonde haired boy, who seemed to be fearless right now.

He wasn't afraid. Not when he had something to fight for.

"You're pretty brave," remarked a tough looking kid with a bandana wrapped around his forehead. "You ain't scared of the fact that we all can eat you for breakfast?"

"Ugh!" Hinata stumbled out of the closet door, huffing and puffing as she looked around and studied the tense atmosphere. She thought it better not to say anything. She didn't even know what was going on, after all.

"Let's get him!" The whole Freshman class ran after Naruto Uzumaki, the number one enemy as of right now. His eyes widened as reality finally hit him like a bullet train.

"Oh shit!" He burst out of the Gym through the large double doors and ran through the hallways. "I'm gonna die!"

"Shikamaru, Yumi, let's help him," Hinata said frantically, trying to follow the humongous mob of angry, angst-y teens.

"Boy, this isn't gonna end well," Yumi rolled her eyes as she ran with her two friends. She knew that idiot would shoot off his mouth and she knew she would be running down the hallway somewhere around this time. She knew that they would eventually catch him, bound him, and gag him. Then they'd hang him up on the flagpole with just his boxers on where they usually hang all their hated students.

~Sophomore~

"…"

It was just an hour of silence in the library. Rai and Sasuke leaned on each other, napping their lazy heads off.

BANG!

They jolted awake, looking around to see if anyone shot a gun.

"Alright! Who pulled the safety off their gun?" The cranky blonde asked, standing up. "You guys KNOW you can't shoot it during school hours. And you gotta wait til you're off campus!"

"Why are you here?" One of the Sophomores raised their head high as he crossed his arms.

"Obviously, this is a punishment," Sasuke answered, looking out the window at all the commotion. The library walls were sound-proof, but he could see a crowd of people chasing something. It was probably Naruto or Aiko. Those idiots couldn't keep their mouths shut if their lives depended on it.

And in this situation, their lives certainly did depend on it.

"Well we don't need this shit," the guy said, looking determined to run these people out of his territory. "We don't need your damn pity or your damn company. Just get out. We'll tell Tsunade you did your time if you leave now."

The Uchiha shifted his attention to the Sophomore class. Did he just hear that? If he did, then it was perfect. He and Rai could just go off to Starbucks or something and drink some coffee and talk for the rest of the day. He didn't need to waste his time on these ungrateful people.

"No."

"What?" He was surprised to hear his girlfriend's voice loud and clear. No? What was she talking about?

She stood, proud and tall, staring the Sophomore class down. "I'm gonna do my time here. You know why? 'Cause I take my punishment like a real man, even though I'm a chick. I don't run away from my problems, I don't take the easy way out. Not like you guys. Not this time. I'm gonna show you dicks what hard work's like."

Sasuke chuckled and shook his head. Classic Rai.

"Shut up." Another girl with ponytails said. "We know what hard work's like, bitch. What do you think we do in our spare time?"

"Get high and fuck around," Rai answered bluntly.

Ponytails glared. "You don't know a second shit about me. You assume that's all we do, yet you don't know the hardships of life, you damn rich kid."

The latter rolled her eyes and sat back down to cross her arms lazily. "Oh please. You're just another one of them problem childs tryin' to get on my nerves. You claim I don't know anything about you, but I've read your files, dumbass. And it's not like you know a shit about me either. So don't go around pointing fingers when shit has yet to be known."

Ponytails turned red and looked away, knowing she was defeated. The classroom fell into silence once again as the two teenage supervisors leaned towards each other to discuss.

"Heh," Rai snickered to Sasuke, "I was bluffing about knowing about her files. Was I convincing?"

Sasuke smirked at his partner's careless bluff. "Very."

~Seniors~

"You are fucking annoying," I said monotonously, burning a piece of this bitch's hair off.

"AHH!" She screamed. "Stop! That's like, expensive!"

If it was so damn expensive, she shouldn't have bought this cheap-ass excuse for a weave. She could've bought something useful…like lotion for her ashy elbows.

"You piss me off, so your hair's gonna go down in flames," I stated, flicking the lighter again. "This damn lighter's cheap as fuck!"

"You can buy one from me for a dollar," said a guy, opening his jacket to reveal a shitload of lighters.

"A dollar?" I yelled. "That's fucking expensive. I can get a lighter on the corner of my street for a quarter! No deal."

"Alright, how 'bout I throw in two lighters for thirty cents?" he bargained.

"Cool." I gave him the coins as I continued to burn this bitch's hair.

"AHH! Stop it!" She whined.

"Quit your complaining, whore," I said nonchalantly, flicking the lighter again. "It's not like it wasn't burned already."

"Yeah that's true," a kid agreed with me, "Your hair did look burnt."

"Hey! Can you guys get me down from here?"

"What the hell?" I put down the lighter and peeked out the blinds. "Oh hell."

"What happened?" Gaara looked up from his magazine. The rest of the Senior class did their own thing, abandoning the girl whose hair I was burning. I made a deal that if I burned her hair, I'd leave them the fuck alone and they'd leave me the fuck alone.

It was a cool bargain.

"This fucktard's on the flagpole," I sighed, raising the blinds to show a wriggly blonde on the top of the flagpole shirtless and pantsless.

"Is that Naruto?" Gaara squinted, trying to identify the obvious blonde. The entire Freshman class was at the bottom of the flagpole, pointing and laughing. And halfway up the pole was another dumbass blonde, this one female, crawling up there nice and slow.

"Yeah, I'm gonna go get him," I said, opening the door.

"You gonna leave me here?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely," I snorted, taking one last look out at the window. God they looked like complete idiots right now.

"Ugh," I groaned.

"What happened?"

"That dumbfuck wore his Power Rangers boxers today."

~Freshman~

"Please Yumi! Get him down from there!" Hinata pleaded from the bottom of the flagpole. These damn Freshman. They ran Naruto out of the building and trapped him up this gotdamp flagpole. How do they even reach that high?

"Be careful!" I heard Shika yell from below. I almost let go of the flagpole in happiness right now. Aaaaah, he's so sweet tellin' me to be careful and such. X) I'm happy.

But these druggies are pissing me off. Naruto's stuck on the top and I, being the brave knight in shining armor, have decided to climb this damn pole to unhook the idiot and drop him twenty feet to the ground.

I mean seriously, if ya know your gonna go to some ghetto school, whose students are probably going to beat you up and take your clothes, why wear embarrassing underwear such as Power Rangers? This idiot's worse than me.

"Dammit Naruto!" I yelled up at him. "You owe me ten bags of Skittles for this!"

"Whatever! Just get me down!" He whined, squirming and fidgeting from above.

"Naruto, close your damn legs!" I heard an extremely familiar voice shout beneath me. "I can see your small-ass cock from here!"

"Is that really necessary to say?" Another voice, a more annoyed voice, sighed.

"Well it's the truth!"

"Motherfucker," I rolled my eyes and looked down. "Aiko? Sasuke?"

"Well it ain't fucking Santa Claus, you dumbshit!" Aiko scoffed, putting a hand to her hip. "And what the hell do you think you're doing? Both of you blonde numbnuts are gonna fall off this damn flagpole like rain outta the motherfucking sky."

"That's what you think!" I responded, pulling myself up two more inches. Hey, this was harder than it looked. It's like climbing that rope in Gym class. "It'll definitely happen if you just belieeevvee!"

"Well, we all believe you're a real dickwad," she said. "Get off that damn pole and let Naruto learn his lesson!"

"No!" Hinata argued (surprisingly). Though she was still red from seeing Naruto practically naked, with his boxers the only thing covering him up. Naruto was pretty buff, y'know. If I wasn't completely annoyed by his retardness and his friend, I'd say he was hot. He was nice and tan and had a rock hard 6-pack. His arms were firm, developed, and muscular. I'd be drooling if Shika wasn't watching right now. "We have to get him down from there. If we don't, he'll fall!"

"That's if we're lucky," Sasuke muttered, trying to keep out of the problem.

"You and your negativity," Aiko waved her arms around. "I don't need your bad vibes around me."

"You give me a bad vibe."

"What the hell are you talking about? My vibes are fucking beautiful!"

"Just get me down from here!" Naruto cried, thrashing and twisting around. *sigh* This damn fool.

"Idiot!" Sasuke shouted, putting his hands up. "If you do that, you'll—,"

*RIIIIPPP*

"Oh shit!"

~Sophomores~

"Four more hours," I sighed, looking at my watch. I looked out the window instinctively to watch the drama outside.

"Oh shit!"

I heard a large rip and screaming. Probably Naruto's.

"AHHH!"

"You scream like a girl!"

"Shut up! Why would you say that at a time like this?"

I chuckled. Aiko and Sasuke. Those two…

I shook my head. Not now. I'll inform you of my…odd thoughts later. Right now, let's focus on the situation at hand.

"Ooof!" I gaped in disbelief at what I just saw. Okay, so you get the scene here, right? There's like a gigantic group of Freshman watching for entertainment at the bottom of the flagpole. Aiko and Sasuke are in front of the crowd, standing with Hinata and Shikamaru, trying to convince Yumi to get down and let Aiko do the job. And Yumi's about two thirds up the flagpole, yelling down at everybody else trying to get her down. And on the very top, the Uzumaki was hung by his special Power Rangers boxers, his feet, arms, and head dangling.

And you wanna guess what happens next? Yep, the idiot's boxers rip.

"We're gonna see his dick!" exclaimed a snickering girl as she pointed at the falling boy.

"Yeah!"

If anything, I think the Freshman girls would WANT to see Naruto's privates. It's embarrassing to admit, but this boy was well-built. He was tan, toned and utterly muscular. He had the perfect body. O.o

For pete's sake, this dude has WASHBOARD ABS. I don't know what girl wouldn't love that. These Freshman females were fooling themselves by acting like Naruto was loser because I know these bitches find him attractive. How could you not?

"Ooof!" And whaddya know…the idiot lands on Hinata, who ran towards where he was falling to break his fall.

"O-ouch…" She winced in pain from under Naruto. That dumbass landed on her entirely! And she got in the way just to break his fall! If that isn't a dedicated girl, I don't know what is 'cause that must've fucking hurt.

~Freshman~

"Hinata! Are you okay?" The shirtless boy quickly recovered and looked over the blushing (and hurting) Hyuuga. His boxers were ripped from the side, but you couldn't see anything.

"Dammit!" One of the Freshman girls cursed. "His boxers didn't fall off."

"Pervert," Aiko grumbled, rubbing her stomach.

Meanwhile, Hinata was in immense pain. Naruto, a very muscle-y sixteen year old boy who probably weighed around 120 pounds, had just landed on a feeble and delicate object—Hinata. She was very fragile and it seemed as if somebody punched her in the face, they'd break it completely and it would be considered an extremely grave mortal sin. Anybody who dared harm such a gentle girl should be sentenced to the death penalty or burned at the stake. It just seemed completely wrong.

"Hinata, I think I broke your wrist!" Naruto bawled, cradling the injured Hyuuga. Her wrist hung limp as she held it up for inspection.

"HEY!" The loudmouth redhead and usually stoic Uchiha ran over. "Naruto, what the fuck did you do?" Aiko shoved the blonde away and examined Hinata.

"Ow!" She yelped as Aiko poked at her wrist.

"Yep," the redhead nodded, "It's definitely broken."

"Man, Neji's going to kill you," Sasuke said to Naruto, who immediately turned pale.

"Shut up!" He grabbed the raven-haired boy's shirt, "Don't you think I know that? I'm gonna die!"

"Oww…it really hurts," Hinata winced in pain. Aiko leaned over her as she yelled at Naruto. "You idiot! Go call fucking Tsunade!"

"Uh-oh," one of the Freshman shook his head and motioned for the others to go, "Let's get outta here. Big Tits is comin'."

And just like that, the whole Freshman class mobbed themselves back to the Gym like a pack of synchronized wildebeests. At one second, unruly and the next second, coordinated.

In the next few minutes, the principal of Konoha High arrived at the scene.

"C'mon Hinata," Tsunade helped her into her Mercedes Benz SLK350 Roadster. "We're gonna get you to the infirmary."

"There's no infirmary on this campus?" Yumi asked, still clinging onto the flagpole. She was frustrated that she was so damn close to getting Naruto and his boxers just happen to rip.

"No," Tsunade laughed like it was the funniest joke ever, "What do you expect? This school doesn't even have any bathrooms."

"That's disgusting," Sasuke pulled a face.

"Where do they piss?" Aiko asked herself in wonder. "And crap?"

"Yeah well," the large-boobed principal shrugged, slamming the car door as Hinata made herself comfortable in the convertible. ( :D See what I did there? Funny right? Just kidding, I know I'm not funny -_-)

"Oh my fuck," Aiko gaped, her jaw dropping and her eyes amazed. "Who the hell brings a SLK350 Roadster to Class D?"

"Oh don't worry, I kept the keys," the blonde said, climbing into the expensive car. "It's not like they would take it from me. They don't have the balls to."

"Bye Hinata!" Naruto waved at the shyly smiling girl. "I hope you feel better!"

Aiko smacked the back of his head, temporarily forgetting about the Mercedes Benz Roadster. "You idiot, she's not sick. She has a fucking broken wrist 'cause of your fat ass!"

"SHUT UP!"

As the two bickered, Tsunade rolled her eyes and drove away with the hurting girl. She drove her to Konoha High, which was not a far distance away from Class D. There, she took her to Shizune's office and put her arm into a cast.

"Well that was a fucking retarded reason to break her wrist," Aiko snorted, crossing her arms as she watched her dream car drive away. Naruto, who already felt guilty enough, ran around the flagpole in his boxers, which were already partly ripped. "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! I said I was sorry!"

"Sorry doesn't mend a broken wrist," Sasuke chimed in.

"Yep, he's right," Yumi added thoughtfully, still maintaining her position midway through the flagpole.

"Hey dumbass!" Rai called from the window as she opened. Two of the blondes and the redhead stopped what they were doing and looked at who was calling them. Rai slapped her face with her palm and slowly pulled it down. "Oh my shit, you guys are retards. I was talking about Yumi!"

"Well how were we supposed to fucking know!" Aiko put her hands in the air, exasperated. "You call us dumbass like every five fucking seconds. We all call each other dumbass, don't fucking blame me if I take it as a second name."

"It should be your first name," Sasuke mumbled, looking at the clear sky and thinking about all the places him and Rai could've been right now.

"Shut the fuck up, Uchiha!" Aiko ripped a piece of his raven-colored hair off. She looked at it weird and started to cheer. "OOOH YEUH! Guess who has an Uchiha's hairrrrr?"

Sasuke's hand flew to the back of his head and his eyes widened. "Holy hell! You bitch, you ripped my hair off!"

"Oy, you should've shut your fucktrap like I told you to. If you did, then maybe you'd still have this back," the giddy redhead waved around a wad of the glaring boy's hair.

"I'm going to get you," Sasuke announced while putting his hands in his pockets and walking away. Outside, he seemed cool and stoic, but on the inside, he was in turmoil as to how he'd deal with his sudden hair loss. His once perfect hair would now have to grow uneven thanks to that smug dipstick. "You don't know how and you don't know when, but be aware. I'm gonna get you."

Aiko's eyes widened. "What the fuck? That's fucking creepy right there."

"Can I have some of that?" Yumi asked, sliding down the flagpole with an outstretched hand.

"Hell no," Aiko grinned, pocketing the glorious midnight blue Uchiha hair. "This shit's gonna sell like hotcakes on his fanpage."

"Sasuke has a fanpage?" Rai asked suspiciously, raising an eyebrow. She hung out the window, eavesdropping on their short conversation about her new boyfriend's beloved hair. The self-conscious but beautiful blonde felt jealous. Why were these random girls making fanpages about her boyfriend? He had the right to privacy and he had a girlfriend. He didn't need these crazy whores getting all up in his business.

"Hell yeah," Aiko said, tossing Rai her phone from the insanely far distance. Rai caught it and looked at the so-called fanpage. Aiko scoffed and rolled her eyes. "That guy gets more than two billion hits a day. That's fucking impressive."

"Actually," Yumi ran up to the other blonde childishly and looked over her shoulder to see the oh-so-famous fanpage of the boring Uchiha, "That's crazy impressive. This guy probably hasn't even met two hundred people, yet two billion girls know him. Crazy!"

The fanpage was extremely and overly pink. Rai was disgusted by it already. But what made it even more repulsive were the thousands of pictures of Sasuke Uchiha. When he was in Math class, when he was hanging out at Naruto's house, when he was playing basketball—it was all there. It's like his whole life was captured in frame and plastered on a website for the whole world to see.

She was hurt. Why couldn't she see him like this? Where was she in all this? Granted, she was a new student and all, but they'd spent plenty of moments together. She felt resentful that she didn't know him as well as she thought she did. Hell, these stalking, obsessive middle-schoolers knew more about his outside life than she did. She felt…left out.

"Hollyshiittt," Rai gaped at a picture of the Uchiha on the beach last summer, surfing. It was really picture-perfect. He was looking straight-ahead and his outgrown dark blue hair (it was during the summer. All boys grow out their hair during the summer and get too lazy to cut it) was blowing in the wind. His toned abs was clearly visible and there was a large, clear blue wave right behind him, contrasting with his pale skin. "This is HOT."

"What is? What is?" Aiko jumped around, running towards the two blondes. When she saw the picture of one of her best guy friends whom she spilled all her guts to, she whistled…or attempted to anyways. "Wow, you pretty lucky, Rai. I wouldn't let that one go."

Rai was speechless. In all the months she'd known Sasuke, she's never seen him like this. Although she was jealous that other girls got to see him like this, she was happy that they took the picture.

"But I bet Gaara has a better body," Aiko chuckled deviously, already devising a plan involving the redheaded Subaku shirtless. "Oh yeah…that'd be nice."

"Don't leave Shika out!" Yumi pouted, crossing her arms. "He's lazy, but that's cute!"

"To you that is," Aiko mumbled, snatching her phone out of the stunned blonde's hand. "I'm gonna head on back to the Seniors. My boyfriend's waiting." She paused and grinned. "God, it feels good to say that."

"Bitch," Yumi trudged back to the Gym, where the Uzumaki and the Nara boys would be waiting. She didn't want to hear about their love lives. Not when hers was going by so slow.

Rai sighed and stared out at the clear blue sky. The once crowded flagpole was left deserted and it sort of had a lonely aura around it. She surveyed her surroundings, wondering how long it took for Sasuke to get to this classroom. He was taking an abnormally long time.

She waved it off, however. She didn't feel like worrying right now. Especially when she felt so at peace.

~…+…~

"Who are you?"Sasuke tried to pry some unknown girl off his arm. "Get to class."

"No way, Sasuke-kun!" The brunette giggled. "I'm a big fan of yours! I visit your fanpage every day!"

"What, that ridiculous website dedicated to stalking me every second of the day?" Sasuke asked in annoyance. Sure, he was used to random females popping out of nowhere and groping him, but that did not mean he didn't get any less infuriated by it. It was unquestionably exasperating.

"It's not ridiculous," the girl defended, "It's to make sure I know where you are at all times. It'd be bad if some slut stole you, y'know."

This girl was older than him, maybe by just a year or two. But if she were a Sophomore, she'd be in his class right now. As far as he knew, Aiko trapped all the Seniors in with her and Gaara, and the Freshman were having too much fun picking on Naruto to wander about as usual. It was highly likely that she was one of the elusive Juniors. He eyed her clothing.

One of the more promiscuous ones at that.

The aggravated Uchiha almost rolled his eyes. "This information probably hasn't gone out yet, but I'm already dating somebody, so buzz off."

He began to walk off, momentarily forgetting his previous irritation with happy thoughts about meeting his pretty blonde girlfriend soon. Just picturing her face in his mind made him lost in his own world. When he saw her, he made sure he cherished her presence. He absolutely adored her.

"Wait!" The shrill voice made him stop in his tracks.

Sasuke narrowed his eyes and looked back in even more annoyance. "What is it?"

"W-Who?" The brunette almost whispered. Sasuke Uchiha hadn't had a girlfriend in…well, she didn't even remember because it had been so long. He'd slept around, yeah, but he hadn't been in a real relationship. At least, not in a while.

Sasuke smirked and turned to continue walking while thinking of her. "Rai."

His footsteps faded as the brunette slowly fell to her knees. It crushed all her distant dreams and fantasies about the younger Uchiha. Him getting a girlfriend was just impossible. And now that it's happened…

"Hello? Sakura? Yeah, it's urgent."

~…+…~

"What took you so long?" Rai asked, turning around from the pretty scene outside the window. She faced the flushed dark-haired boy in curiosity. He was panting. "And why do you look so tired?"

"Sorry…I ran here…" Sasuke said sheepishly, taking a seat in the front of the room. "I ran into some girl in the hallway."

Rai raised an eyebrow. "Really? Who?"

He shrugged, unaware of the jealousy making itself evident in her eyes. "I don't know. She just jumped me all of a sudden, talking about my outrageous fanpage. I told her I was dating you and walked away."

"Aww man," Rai slapped her forehead. "I'm gonna get beat up on Monday."

"Why?"

"'Cause I'm dating you."

"Wow."

Both of them turned to look at where the voice came from. They'd been so consumed in their meaningless conversation that they forgot the whole Sophomore class was watching them with blank stares. It was unnerving. The person who interrupted their conversation was the guy from earlier. The one who had offered them a freebie out of Class D. The freebie they had refused.

"What?" Rai asked, unaware of where their hostility was directed.

"Your lives are so difficult," he scoffed, rolling his eyes. "It's so interesting."

"Oh man, he's gettin' me pissed," Rai huffed, turning her back to him with a twitchy eye. "I'm not gonna say anything."

"Why? 'Cause you don't have a comeback?" The guy provoked her. "Admit it, you haven't been through one hardship in your life. You're just some pampered, rich brat."

The latter sighed and put her hands up. "Listen kid-,"

"My name ain't kid," he answered with a scowl. "It's Killa."

"Pfft," Rai hid her small laugh. She's heard that one before. Such unoriginal nicknames. "Okay then, 'Killa'. But listen, like I said before, you don't know shit about me. For the last fucking time, I'm not rich. And if you think I am just 'cause I have a lotta crap, it's 'cause I worked damn hard for it."

"Who the fuck cares about your sob story?" Killa waved his hand and crossed his arms. "It's not like your some fucking orphan who resorts to gang life or something."

Rai rolled her eyes and looked at Sasuke. "You know what? I'm not even gonna explain this shit. I'ma go take a piss. If ya want to, set these dicks straight."

And with that, the now cynical girl walked herself to the bathroom, where she stared at the mirror to remind herself the difference between the her now and the one before.

"What's her problem?" Killa jutted his chin out in a movement of superiority. "She didn't need to get all emotional and shit about it. That's what I hate about bitches—they're always cryin' and boo-hooin' 'bout their sorry little lives. It's annoying as fuck."

Sasuke remained silent, reading a very interesting book.

Killa grew a tick mark. Who was this guy, thinking he didn't have to answer to him? Damn rich kids. "Hey! I'm fucking talking to you!"

"Hello," Sasuke replied calmly. He was on the verge of finishing this book. It was widely considered a classic, but he never took the time to read it until the very literature-based Name very kindly suggested (threw it at his head) this piece of writing for him. She told him it'd greatly alter his perspective about the fair treatment of others.

"What?" Killa raged. Did this stupid-ass brat not take him seriously? "Hey, listen to me!"

Sasuke put his book down, saving the page, and raised his eyes towards the noisy gang member. "You've got my attention, what now?"

"I said, what's that bitch's problem?"

"Perhaps it's the fact that you mistakenly judged her on first sight before really getting to know her at first," Sasuke shrugged, putting his head in his hands and his elbows on the table. He tried to ignore the fact that the delinquent just called his beloved such a horrid word. Fore he knew if he got angry and picked a fight, he would not win.

The class laughed at his words though. The handsome Uchiha was confused. Was it funny to think like that?

"Wow," said the girl with pigtails, "You have such an old-ass way of thinking. You're probably one of those people who always say 'be yourself' and shit like that, huh?"

"There you go again," Sasuke tilted his head in boredom. "Are you all part of the Supreme Court? Judging without consent? I mean, everyone's free to do it, but it does not mean you should go about flaunting your thoughts at me. You know what, you guys gave me an idea."

"Oh shit," Killa said, banging his head on his desk. "Nice going, whore."

"Fuck you!"

~Seniors~

"FUCKING SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU FUCKS! GAH!" Aiko yelled through a bullhorn. The Seniors crossed their arms and raised an eyebrow, assuming a stance equivalent to that of a spoiled 16-year old girl who didn't get her weekly allowance. "We should listen to you because…?"

Gaara spoke up. "Enough of this! All of you are equally irritating. My friend just called me in an attempt to solve this problem. We'll be going to the Gym now. This is mandatory. If not, I assure you I will personally call the Kings of Death myself and tell them to beat you all into a bloody pulp."

That shut them up.

But not for long. One defiant student scoffed. "Yeah right! You prissy Konoha High kids; what the hell do you guys know about the Kings of Death? I'm surprised you even know their fucking names."

"Walk in a straight fucking line and shut the fuck up," Gaara glowered, getting seriously pissed off. It was just like his middle school days where he was out of control—dangerous. Before Naruto saved him.

Everybody felt the seriousness in his voice. This guy meant business.

But the student just smirked and pulled out his handgun. Pressing it on Gaara's forehead, his lips curled into a menacing smile. "Nobody tells me what to do."

Gaara looked the boy straight in the eye, no fear evident. He was impassive as always, acting like it was an everyday occurrence that somebody pulled a gun to your forehead.

"Put that shit away!" Aiko said, trying to get to Gaara before the guy pulled the trigger. He wouldn't dare. Not a Konoha High student. Not an elite. "You can't have that here!"

"Shut up, bitch-," The moment that last word slipped out of his mouth, Gaara snatched the gun from his hands, roundhoused kicked him, and sat on his stomach, pushing the gun down at his throat. The whole class stared in awe. It was so quick; it all happened in a split second.

"Augh!" The guy choked, feeling the pressure on his neck.

"The next time you threaten her," Gaara's eyes glowed a bright green, "will be the last. Don't make me kill you. Because you know I can."

The redhead swiftly removed himself from the Senior, emptied the gun, and threw it on the floor all in one motion. He was graceful, yet dangerous. His eyes were mysterious, but glittered with mischief and unruliness. The Seniors watched in amazement as he walked by quietly and stood by the door, waiting for them to assemble themselves into a line.

"W-well, you heard the man," the female redhead motioned for them to cluster together, "G-get into a line. Don't try anything funny—I'll kick your ass."

As the Seniors murmured about Gaara's sudden outburst, Aiko walked towards the glaring redhead, standing by him. "Hey, don't sweat it. These people are fucktards anyways. They don't know a second shit about us."

Gaara stared straight ahead. "It's not that. He threatened you and if he went after you, I woulda killed him."

Her eyes went wide. She didn't care about the fact that he would kill for her (she would do the same), but she cared more that he said it with no hesitation in his voice. Not a hint of uncertainty at all. It chilled her.

Name POV

Really, these imbeciles never fail to humiliate me. I had just caught wind of Naruto's act of stupidity and my head almost exploded with embarrassment for him. The only good thing that came out of the whole charade was that people finally got to take a look at his unexpected muscular body.

I, personally (and secretively), took a liking to it myself, but that shall never be mentioned again and moving on.

So, as you've been reading, you know about my unfortunate friends who are forced to spend a day at Class D—the notorious school set aside from Konoha High as a result of their delinquency.

They have extremely high dropout rates, with the entire Junior class not even bothering to attend school at all, a ridiculous amount of pregnancies, over-the-top records of delinquency, and I guess the largest problem would be their gang backgrounds.

Those teenaged retards are flooding with gang affiliations. You should hear about the number of fights break out due to their gang affiliation. Scorpion Fangs one side, Black Tigers on the other—it's complete insanity.

But I do not feel one ounce of pity for those idiots I call friends. They did the wrong and they deserve this punishment. Actually, I kind of enjoy this. Here I am, lying down on the grass at the abandoned park near my house, watching the clouds float by. This park hasn't been used due to the fact that virtually nobody lives in our neighborhood.

Sure, the play equipment was rather old, decayed, and extremely rusty, but it was deserted. Alone. By Myself.

It's quite peaceful.

And as you know, the second I feel even an iota of peacefulness and pleasant silence for myself, somebody always has to just destroy the small speck of subtle glee I have retained for the past few months. The figure that obstructed my nice, serene view of the sky was that of none other than Shino Aburame's. That's odd.

I sighed and opened one of my eyes. I squinted. "Is there a reason you're blocking my sun?"

He said nothing at first and lied down next to me. A few minutes later, he answered. "Class D."

"What?" I grunted, feeling unintellectual today. It was my lazy day today; a day without those retards. I'm going to spend it any way I want.

"We have to save them," he said, keeping his eyes directed at the sky. Not that I could see them anyways. His black shades were in the way. I wonder…

"Have you ever considered removing those sunglasses?" I asked, my question completely impertinent to the matter beforehand. "I mean, is it a medical condition of some sort, or do you just wear it for pleasure?"

"…"

His silence irritated me.

"I—I wear it because…the sun hurts my eyes…" He said quietly.

"Ah," I recrossed the arms behind my head. "So to avoid discomfort. I see."

Shino sat up on his elbows. "Can you accompany me to rescue our fallen comrades?"

I yawned and sat up as well. "Sheesh, you make it sound like some type of war rescue mission or something. They were simply punished for a problem that they caused. Nothing more than that."

"…"

"Alright. I suppose I'll aid your battle."

"…"

~Surveillance Room~

"What the hell are they doing?" Aoi asked himself suspiciously while eating a sandwich. The surveillance room was located in the safest part of Class D—outside. Him and Kiba were having a nice time watching what their dumbass friends were up to and how they dealt with Class D.

Kiba himself pissed his pants when he saw Naruto on the flagpole all naked.

"What happened?" Kiba leaned forward and rolled himself to Aoi's computer with three donuts stuffed in his mouth. The Inuzuka boy enjoyed rolling on these mobile computer chairs like a young child would.

On the multiple screens, all the classrooms were empty and they found that all the students were actually gathered in one room without a fight going on.

"That's impossible," Kiba said in an unbelievable manner. "Th-They're all in one room! And no one's fighting!"

"That's...peculiar," Aoi narrowed his eyes in further doubt. "Not one student roaming the halls—it's absolutely amazing. There's ALWAYS at least one kid all up in the halls, ditching class or smoking in the bathroom. Astounding. For the first time in years, Class D is in full attendance."

"That's fucking shady," Kiba said, swallowing his donuts and pointing at the screen that showed the Gym. "What the hell are they doing in there anyways? With the Juniors?"

"Hold up." Aoi pressed a button and adjusted the positioning of the camera. It now pointed at the stage and the blue-haired teen sighed in realization. "See that? They called them there. I don't know why, but I'm sure it's not gonna end well."

"Only one way to find out," Kiba grinned his boyish grin and held up a bottle of Coke. "Cheers to entertainment."

"Cheers." And the clink of two Coke bottles was heard throughout the small surveillance room.

~Gym~

The entire gym/auditorium was filled with the chatter and murmurs coming from the whole Class D. Even the Juniors were called in. They were gossiping about the dangerous Gaara and laughing about the idiotic Naruto. It was one of the first times Class D ever came together. It was…weird.

The seven teenagers were gathered on the stage, whispering about how to handle the notorious Class D.

"Maybe we should talk to them," Yumi suggested, putting a finger up as they huddled in a circle. "They do it all the times in the movies. We say a few inspiring words to them and they actually listen! It always works!"

Aiko rolled her eyes. "Seriously, dumbfuck? You still believe in shit like that?"

"Well what the hell do you suppose we do?" Yumi yelled angrily. She hated when her ideas were shot down. Especially by Aiko.

"I say we just give 'em a taste of what it's like," Aiko smirked and pounded her fists together. "They think we don't know shit about our own gangs—that's annoying as fuck. We gotta set these asshits in place and show 'em what a real gang is."

"Actually, I don't think-," Sasuke was cut short.

"Can it, Uchiha," Aiko grinned devilishly, too caught up in her own plan. "This has GOT to work!"

"Didn't teme set this whole thing up?" Naruto scratched his head in confusion. "He had an idea right?" Aiko pushed him backwards and he fell with a thud. "OW!"

"Let's do this!" Aiko said with enthusiasm. Everybody exchanged nervous glances. Whenever Aiko conceived an idea…it usually did not turn out well.

Sasuke sighed. "All in favor?"

The redheaded female glared at each and every one of them, making sure they got the message. The teenagers shrugged and hesitantly raised their hands.

"Yes! Unopposed!" Aiko jumped up and down and stood in the center of the stage. "HEY CLASS D!"

"Oh god," Rai shook her head in discomfort. "What did we agree to?"

"Our potential deaths," Shikamaru answered bluntly.

"And maybe a real good ass-beating," Naruto grinned stupidly as he got up.

Meanwhile, Class D stopped their talking immediately just to look up and glare at the grinning girl who apparently thought she was all that. It didn't please them. The way she thought she knew shit, the way she spoke her mind—they were not amused.

"What the fuck do you want?" A bold Freshman barked, crossing her arms. "Stop tryin' to act like you understand us, 'cause you don't. We're in Class D for a reason—we don't listen. What, you think the school hasn't sent us therapists and counselors to spill our guts to before? Hell yeah they did and all they wanted was to get us to admit to our problems, which is fucking stupid. We've talked over and over again and it doesn't do shit, let me tell you that. Let me say it nice and clear—talking doesn't do shit. So don't even try to understand us when you don't have a fucking clue about what the hard life's about."

Aiko's grin slowly disappeared as she turned around in frustration and kicked the wall. She took a deep breath, grabbed her hair, and slowly walked down stage with her hands in her pockets. "You go around, bitchin' 'bout how I think I know what I'm talking about, when I don't know the 'hard life' or 'what it's like'. Let me tell you bitch," They were face to face, staring each other down. Neither willing to back down. "I know more about the hard life than you ever will."

The girl opened her mouth but Aiko swiftly cut her off. "No, I'm not done, bitch! You go around, acting like you know shit about me when what the fuck, you've never met before! I'm a damn orphan. My dad ran out on me shitloads of lightyears ago and my mother died of a broken heart."

"I fucking wandered the damn streets, not knowing what fuck I was going to do next. I was fucking hopeless. I sold guns, big guns. Not the sissy guns you guys trade. Not those damn 9mm. I sold PKs, M2s, all types of machine gun shit. I ate what I could find and threw it back up so I could eat it for dinner. I joined a badass gang called the World of Demons, I beat up people for fun, I got into fights for no fucking reason, I sold firearms to people who definitely shouldn't have them, I stole because it was easy to do, I defaced public property because I had the spray paint to do it, I went to juvie because that was more of a home than I ever had, I shot people because I had leftover bullets. I did everything. I did things you couldn't even imagine doing. So don't ever tell me I don't fucking understand. Don't ever tell me I don't fucking understand. Because that's bullshit. I've been through more shit than you have in five minutes than you'll probably experience in five years, and I can tell by just looking in your eyes. You've seen a lot, but not the whole nine yards. Not like me. Don't ever tell me I don't understand when you yourself cannot even begin to recognize what a hard life is."

She stepped away from the thoughtless girl, whose expression was stunned, yet blank. That Freshman girl didn't know what to think.

Aiko sniffed and walked back to the stage with her chin held up high, no regrets. She said what she said and she didn't give a second fuck about it. What's done was done and she couldn't take it back. She wanted this girl to know her story. She wanted her to feel bad for her. She wanted her to know that she was just as bad off as she was. That way, the girl would see that Aiko wasn't as different as her. She'd see that she was tough and that she wasn't just some prissy Konoha High bitch. Aiko wanted to prove herself to these people. She wanted to prove that she was just as bad as them.

"Aiko, that wasn't needed," Rai said softly, staring at the ground. She slouched in her chair and blew a strand of blonde hair out of her face.

Aiko yawned and stretched her arms, taking a seat on the hardwood stage floor. "It wasn't needed, but I say alotta things that aren't needed. This girl needs to know shit about me before she can start talking shit. That's the way it goes. Now that I've told her some shit, she's free to talk about me however she wants."

"Now they know you're from the World of Demons," Naruto whispered from behind her. "Isn't that bad?"

"Not necessarily," Aiko shrugged, lying down. "Let 'em tell World of Demons; I don't care. It's not like they'll kill me or something. You guys should rant about it like I did. It feels good to let it all out."

"I-I don't wanna hurt their feelings," Yumi rubbed the back of her neck. "I'd rather just keep it to myself."

"See?" snorted a stoned Sophomore, "They're just prissies who're to afraid to say what they think. Sure, that redhead chick's a true bitch, but the rest of her friends ain't nothin'. She's the only one who can say shit."

A murmur of agreements spread around the Gym. Uh-oh. This isn't good. When they start to agree like that, it leads to a riot. And riots ain't pretty.

"This girl right here's the leader of the reconnaissance section of Dragon's Inferno!" To everyone's surprise, Rai was the one who shouted it out to everybody. All of Class D was dead silent.

"Rai!" Yumi hissed. "W-Why the hell did you do that? They're gonna k-kill me!"

"No, Yumi," Rai crossed her arms, "You can kill them. Don't be afraid of where you came from and definitely don't forget all the things that happened to you. They say the past is the past, but you can never fully forget them. Unless you got some amnesia shit going on."

"Well, what the hell am I supposed to say now!" Yumi threw her hands up in exasperation. The confused blonde rolled her eyes. "Tell them all about what happened years ago? They don't need to fucking know!"

"At least explain what it's like to be a real gangster, a real tough hood," the other blonde pushed her lightly. "Don't let them take us for fools."

"Why?" Yumi sat down on the floor stubbornly. "Like I said before, they don't need to know! So what, we were gangsters? So what, we did bad things? So what, we're orphans? So what? Guess what, Rai? They've heard it all before. It's the same old story. There's a million other people just like us, or even worse. You don't see them bragging about it. We don't need to retell it. We don't have to prove anything. We've already proved enough years ago. We don't need to do it again. Let them believe what they want to believe."

Rai rolled her eyes and sat down in defeat. One thing Rai definitely did not like was being proven wrong. Sure, she loved to prove other people wrong, but she hated when she wasn't right. It felt wrong.

"Hey, Yumi's right," Sasuke spoke up. "Words aren't gonna do shit. You guys have to show them you're for real 'cause all they're gonna do is keep doubting until you actually do something about it."

"So, we get to beat the shit outta them to teach them a lesson about messing with World of Demons?" Aiko asked hopefully, cracking her knuckles. Sasuke put his hand up, fearing the worst. "I didn't say that, but I think they just need some kind of proof that you all came from there."

"You want us to contact one of them?" Rai asked in disbelief.

Her boyfriend shrugged. "If it's possible. I think that's the best way to do it. It doesn't have to be a whole group, just one person. One person who's prominent enough so that these idiots know where they came from."

"That ain't hard," Aiko scoffed, walking over to the other redhead on the stage. "We already have a prominent gang member here."

"Who?" Shikamaru asked lazily, taking part in the conversation for once. Rai jumped. "Whoa." She almost forgot he was there from the continuous lack of speech.

"Hey, listen up!" Aiko ignored the lazy boy's question. The latter shrugged and fell back into his peaceful sleep.

"What?" asked an annoyed Senior. "You still wanna bore us with your useless words?"

"Nope," Aiko popped the 'P'. "I wanna introduce you to somebody." They remained quiet; almost curious.

"Ladies and gentleman—wait scratch that. Bitches and douchebags!" Yumi snickered and Class D glared. "Meet Gaara Subaku, aka former leader of the Kings of Death."

"You gotta be kidding me," a Junior was the first to speak. Juniors, well, they were probably the most intimidating out of the four groups of people. You'd think it'd be the Seniors because they're older, more experienced, and wouldn't hesitate to kill you, but for some reason, the Juniors had some sort of intimidating type of aura around them. When you looked at them, you wished you hadn't because they looked back.

Their eyes were kind of just blank. Eyes that have seen too much but yet do even more. They were just plain old unapproachable.

"That fancy old redhead ain't even close to Kings of Death material," the Junior said. "He came from Konoha High, that prissy rich-kid school. You ain't Gaara Subaku—you look like him, but you ain't him. He's too tough and too respected to even step foot in this stupid place let alone Konoha High."

"Well believe it or not, it's him," Aiko snapped. "And you call yourselves gangsters. You can't even recognize the leader of the most notorious gang around!"

Class D was torn. Who should they believe? Yeah, sure, the redheaded boy bore a striking resemblance to the legendary leader of the Kings of Death, but it was impossible that he would just pop up into Class D. They wanted to believe their instinct and their pride, saying that it wasn't him. But then again, the girl had a point. If they knew gangs, he was it.

"Man, forget it," Rai waved her hand, slouching in her seat.

"What?" Aiko asked in disbelief.

"For. Get. It."

"Why?" The temperamental female snapped.

"Don't you get it? They're not gonna fucking listen to us!" Rai put her arms up. "We just look so damn stupid right now. Let's just finish what we came here to do. We shouldn't even be trying all this shit; trying to get through to them and all. That's stupid as fuck."

Aiko's eyes lost some of her usual fire in them. Maybe she SHOULD just give up. It's not like she had anything to lose, except for her reputation in Class D. She was tough. Tough people never gave up.

"OWW!"

Aiko's neck almost snapped as she swiftly turned to the direction of the scream. It belonged to a male's and he sounded to be in a great deal of pain. A circle was forming in the middle of the crowd and they couldn't see through the barrier of people. Just what was going on?

"What the hell?" Shikamaru cracked open an eye to see what was up.

The lazy boy could hear grunts, punches being landed, kicks missing their target, and the air being sliced. Someone had brought a knife.

Shikamaru scoffed. Who the hell in their right mind would bring a knife to a gun fight? Obviously, this person was really stupid. Almost every student in Class D had a gun in their possession. Be it even the girls. The only ones who didn't own firearms were probably the Sophomores, who wasted their money on drugs instead of guns.

"Go Gaara!" Naruto yelled enthusiastically after a few minutes of uncharacteristic silence.

"Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!" Class D made a path and finally, the Konoha High teens could get a clear view of what was going on. In the middle of the Gym, Gaara was fighting any guy that would step up—which was a lot.

"What the fuck?" Aiko said in shock as she looked beside her. "He was just standing right by me!"

"He's too fast," Yumi smirked, crossing her arms. "It's part of their basic training. I spied on them once, just for kicks, and they're up to Lee's level of speed; faster than a car."

"What kinda car?"

"At least a Ferrari. At least."

Aiko's eyes widened and Rai raised an eyebrow as they watched the ongoing fight.

Gaara was like a brawling machine. It was like he was built to fight. He was being attacked from all directions, from all types of attacks. He was spinning in a sort of circle, blocking all fists and kicks. He was fighting more than five people at once, even pulling some fancy tricks that were too quick for the human eye.

He landed multiple punches and disabled two Seniors at once, turning to block a Junior's roundhouse kick. He flipped him over and pushed him back into the crowd. He turned again, knocking two Freshman's heads together and landing a kick to the ribs on a Sophomore.

"Oh man, look at him go," Naruto said in awe. "He's fucking fast!"

"Damn…" Shikamaru muttered to himself. Oh yes, he's seen his friend fight in previous years, but this was nothing. This wasn't even Gaara's full strength. He wasn't trying. Hell, this is a mock fight to Gaara. It was like flicking the ants off your food.

If you looked closely, he might've even seemed to enjoy it.

Soon enough, the violent yet calm redhead ceased his attacks and stood straight and tall, staring at the ceiling in wonder as if the clouds were just floating on by. The other guys, those who insisted on taking him on, sat on the floor, groaning, clutching certain body parts, sweating, bloody, and panting for all they were worth. They were tremendously exhausted.

Gaara, on the other hand, stood there ever so nonchalantly, not even breaking a sweat.

"Aggh," groaned Killa, who happened to be in the myriad of 'tough guys' running at Gaara all at once. "T-This doesn't p-prove shit! So w-what, you can fight? That d-doesn't show how you're p-part of the K-Kings of Death!"

"OH COME ON!" Aiko was fed up. Seriously! Why can't these pricks just believe them? She hated it when people didn't believe what she said. It's like they were calling her a liar. "This hot-ass guy just kicked all your asses and yet you say he's not Kings of Death material? Fucking crazy!"

"Would it make you happy if I proved I was from Kings of Death?" Gaara asked her quietly as she approached him. All eyes were on them. After all, two redheads who knew each other well were rare. Well, in Japan.

"HELL YES!" Aiko said, curling her fingers into fists. "These fuckers need to know that we're for real and not some stupid-ass posers. They're pissing me off!"

Gaara turned back to the judgmental Class D teens who were waiting for some type of evidence to appear. The alleged Kings of Death leader swiftly took off his shirt and showed off his muscular, right arm.

"Whaaa," Aiko almost drooled a puddle at Gaara's shirtless form because earlier that day, she vowed to herself that she'd see him shirtless before the end of the day and it just so happened he was willing enough to take off his shirt in front of everybody. But then she noticed the point he was trying to get across.

"Of course!" She slapped her forehead. "How could I have been so dumb? We didn't have to go to all this trouble if we just showed them this!"

On Gaara's forearm, a black tattoo made itself conspicuous against his pale skin. It was a tattoo of a skeleton crown with a K and a G inside it. A snake was wrapped around the crown and wings were on the side of the crown. Guns of all types acted as jewels and the crown had three points. The left and right points were shorter and on the top of each short point, they bore a laughing skull head on each side. The middle point was the tallest and on the top of that, they had a bigger skull with its tongue sticking out. The larger skull was cracked, with a knife coming out of the side of its head.

The crown was sitting on a pile of skeleton bones, skulls, guns, machine guns, and knives.

"You do know what this is, right?" Aiko asked rudely, pointing to her hot boyfriend's tattoo which she never knew he had. "I mean, you're not that stupid."

"Of course I know what that is!" Killa snapped, before turning to Gaara in silence. "It's the Kings of Death tattoo. Every member gets a crown just like that one. The bigger the crown, the more important you are."

"Heh," Rai snickered from behind the commotion. "Gaara has a bigass crown."

"And that means he's important," Naruto concluded dumbly.

"Fuck yeah," Rai said, crossing his arms. "It's all about power up in here."

"So what? Do you believe us now?" Aiko yelled at Class D. "He's from Kings of Death, so can you guys shut up now? We don't care if you change your ways or listen to the shit we say. All we need you to do is stay in your classrooms and read at least a chapter in your History books, please. Just one damn chapter in about," she grabbed Rai's wrist and checked the time. "Two more hours. Just for two hours, don't give any trouble, come on. Cut us some slack."

Murmurs once again filled the gym. Aiko took Gaara by the arm and helped him up the stage, with Rai in tow.

"Wow, dude, I haven't seen you fight like that in years!" Naruto exclaimed excitedly, hovering around Gaara as said boy put on his shirt again (much to Aiko's disappointment).

"Somebody needed to teach them a lesson," Gaara mumbled in his raspy voice. "Because if I didn't, they'd never learn."

"Well I'm happy," Aiko gave him a kiss on the cheek, successfully turning the Subaku red. She grinned cheekily but then quickly glared. "If they don't stop their shit now, I don't know what to do. Let's just get back to our classrooms and do what we're supposed to do."

"Even Aiko's conforming to the rules," Yumi whispered to Naruto. Naruto nodded, wide-eyed. "I know. It's scary."

The murmurs of Class D and the grumbling of the Konoha teens were cut short when Sasuke closed his book very loudly. "Ah," the widest smile ever came across his face, "That was a good book."

"What book were you reading?" Shikamaru asked, staring at the ceiling.

"And why?" Aiko added in disgust.

"Actually," Sasuke sighed in content. "It's pretty good. To Kill a Mockingbird. And I thought it'd be boring."

"You know what's boring?" Naruto whispered to Yumi. "Sasuke in calm mode. First Aiko, actually abiding by the rules and now Sasuke being all Shikamaru-style calm—it's an epidemic. Soon enough, you'll stop eating candy and I'll stop eating ramen."

"And Rai's hair will be completely blonde with no streaks," Yumi said with wonder.

"It's not that miraculous."

Rai's mouth twitched as she banged their heads together. "Bakas."

"What's that book about?" Aiko yawned, folding her arms. "It sounded classic, so I assumed it was boring."

"Yeah, I didn't get it at first," Sasuke shrugged. "But to put it in your terms, it's 'bout these two kids whose dad's a lawyer for this black guy who got accused of raping a white woman. The kids see the unfairness in the world when they notice how prejudiced the town's being just 'cause the dude's black. Black guy gets shot and killed and the kid-girl meets the crazy guy who lives down the street."

"And that's a good book because…?" Rai stared at him curiously.

"Well, it pretty much just says don't judge without knowing," Sasuke slouched in his seat and stuck his hands in his pockets again. "Like it says don't say shit if you haven't been in that person's shoes and stuff, so I think that relates to this situation. To both groups."

"How?" Aiko spat. "It only relates to them! They're sayin' shit when they don't know what the fuck we've been through!"

"Do you know what the fuck they've been through?" Sasuke countered.

"W-Well, not exactly, b-but-," the redhead sputtered.

Sasuke chuckled. "And that's the point. I hate to be rude, but then again, I always am, so what the hell—you were being selfish. You said that they didn't know shit about you and that they shouldn't be talking, but on the other hand, you shouldn't be talking either."

Aiko 'hmphed' and turned her eyes elsewhere. She didn't want to listen about what she did wrong. Who did? If it was one thing she hated, it was being proved wrong. She loathed it.

"I'm not trying to reprimand you or embarrass you, but I'm just sayin'," Sasuke shrugged again. "You didn't know any of them just as they didn't know any of us. We were both at fault for today's events. Sometimes, we just gotta learn not to think we know what's what without even getting into somebody else's perspective about it."

"Damn…" The Uchiha's blonde best friend muttered.

"What?"

"You sound like some kind of smart-ass," Naruto whined. He lunged at Sasuke. "Gimme that book! I bet it'll make me smart too!"

"You idiot. You were born dumb and you grew up dumb. You've been dumb for all the years I ever knew you. What makes you think that this book will change all that?" Sasuke pushed the crying Uzumaki's face away.

"WAHH! Teme, I'm gonna kick your ass!"

"I'd like to see you try."

Rai and Yumi were snickering in the corner while Gaara and Shikamaru watched in amusement. Aiko was scratching her belly in hunger. She needed some lunch. And if she didn't, she'd probably eat all the shit outta this ghetto school's vending machine. Oh wait—dammit! She cursed in her head. She heard that the vending machine only sold small knives for three dollars apiece.

No food.

FUCK.

"C'mon guys." A different voice spoke up and all heads turned to him. It was Killa.

"Where ya goin'?" Aiko asked as they stood up and started walking.

"Back to our rooms, where we belong," He snorted, turning his back. "There's nothing more to see here. Just a bunch of ol' gang members hangin' around…Plus, we got some history books to read."

And with those last words, Class D filed out of the gym (except for the Freshman, who were instructed to stay here by Tsunade hours earlier) in peaceful silence, leaving the seven stunned teens in absolute shock.

"Did he just…?" Aiko scratched her head.

"Yup, he did," Shikamaru yawned, walking off the stage. "He acknowledged you as fellow gang members and actually helped us in herding those unruly beings. I guess Class D isn't as much of a nightmare as people say it is."

"Easy for you to say," Rai scoffed, stretching her arms and making her way towards the library. "All you did was sleep. Nothing important, as usual."

"Eh, whatever," the Nara boy shrugged. "It's not like I care."

Rai laughed at his bluntness. "That's for sure."

"Let's get back quick as shit, Gaara," whooped the only other redhead in the room. "I wanna see if they're actually reading those damn History books!"

"Don't push your luck," he simply said, walking off as the girl followed after him in a hurry. "Hey! What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"And we're alone," Shikamaru sighed and looked around at all the Freshman, actually reading their History books. There weren't any desks in the Gym, so the Freshman were strewn in various places, reading silently. It was a Christmas miracle a few weeks late.

"Ha! Guess who's stuck with two blondes?" Naruto gloated, snickering to himself. Shikamaru rolled his eyes and watched the girl beside him.

"This is…nice," Yumi smiled as she watched teens the same age as them actually open a book for the first time in their lives.

Two Hours Later Tsunade POV

As I pulled my car in front of the flagpole, I slammed the door shut and kept my sunglasses on, feeling giddy about how these stupid kids probably got murdered.

They came in here, acting like they knew what to do. They thought that it was gonna be a piece of cake just because they've had experience with gangs before. Well, I warned them.

There's no other gang worse than Class D themselves.

Let me explain myself a bit.

Class D was created many years ago by Sarutobi to separate the extreme delinquents from students who actually wanted to learn. He decided it was unhealthy to have all these bad influences around the school and banished them a few yards away from Konoha High.

Besides, it was getting tiring to see all his honor students being hung on the flagpole. Back then, I was a student at Konoha High (I refuse to tell you my age) and I was one of those people who pointed and laughed at the dorks on the flagpole.

I was friends with people from Class D, but I never really got into trouble because I never went as far as them.

Anyways, after Class D was separated from the original Konoha High, they were always a recurring rumor because of the dumb stuff they did. Getting high, going to juvie, numerous abortions—they were the people Konoha High wanted to be.

Even though they did stupid things and got themselves in trouble (possibly ruining the rest of their lives), we all wished we could rebel so freely like them. We wished that we could hang out anywhere we wanted without ever asking our parents and we wished that we had the courage to sneak out in the middle of the night even if our parents were awake.

We wished that we were brave enough to talk back to teachers and throw paper balls and airplanes at them. We all wished we were like them.

Soon enough, their reputation got worse and worse but in the teen world, that meant that the bigger the Badass, the better you were.

And you know what ended up happening? The first kids from Class D had kids (early into their 16s, 17s, or 18s) and their kids attended Class D and their kid's kids went to Class D and so on.

So in conclusion, Class D was a legend. A generation, even. They were famous for everything.

That's why it was so hard to break them. They were so close-knit and tightly packed, well, it's like breaking a family apart. It was so hard to break them because they all knew each other. All their grandparents knew each other, all their parents knew each other—they were a family.

We, Konoha High I mean, also wished that we could establish such a close relationship with each other. But it never happened. Dreams don't always come true.

And as I walked into the hallways of Class D, I felt happy again because I just want to see their (my students) stupid little faces when Class D beats them up. Let's see….

You know what I noticed? Nobody's skipping class, at least not that I've seen. Damn. Not even ONE kid tagging the walls or roaming around somewhere to find a place to smoke. Where the hell did everybody go?

Hmph. I went to the Gym to check up on the Freshmen. They have got to be going crazy right now. Probably hanging Naruto on the basketball hoop or something. I grinned to myself maliciously. Oh yeah, this'll be good.

I can't wait to see the look their cocky faces being wiped off by a face-full of gunwhip.

"What the—what the hell?" My voice raised an octave higher as I pushed open the double doors and looked at the scene before me. This is impossible.

The blondes looked up from their cellphones and the dark haired boy peeked an eye open to see look for the source of noise. The Freshmen looked up, saw the familiar figure, and went back to reading the first chapter of their History books.

"Oh, Granny Tsunade!" Yumi waved as Naruto grinned. "What's up?"

"What do you mean 'what's up'?" I hissed as Yumi made her way down with the males behind her. "H-How did you get them to do this?"

Yumi shrugged. "I dunno. I forgot."

I slapped my forehead and exited that room as soon as possible. Impossible. Just impossible. Maybe it's a trick. Yeah, that's it. Those blondes are known for being pranksters; they're just messing with me.

It's absolutely unfeasible that there was not one gang fight taking place in the Gym. No guns out on the table, nobody selling drugs, no money in their pockets, and nobody in small circles in the back discussing their next drive-by. I'm in some sort of alternate universe.

I quickly stomped down to the Library to see what was up with the Sophomores. Before I opened the door, I breathed in deeply. Yes, my smirk was back. Hmph! Those two could not possibly handle the Sophomores. Despite being an Uchiha, one of the elite, the silence will surely deafen the both of them.

"Uchiha!" I called for him and the other blonde girl as I walked inside the Library. The raven-haired boy appeared before me with the female behind him.

"Is our time over already?" Sasuke asked, yawning.

"What is this madness?" I raised my voice at them. I couldn't even look inside the Library. It was horrible.

"What are you talking about, Granny?" The sassy girl put her hand on her hip. "It's perfectly quiet in here."

"Shut up!" I snapped. "Are you telling me you can't see anything wrong with this scene?"

"Uhh…" Sasuke scratched his head and Rai coughed. "They're uh…reading?"

"Why?" I hissed in a hushed tone. This sight was absolutely wrong. Although the Sophomores thought nothing of it, I refused to believe it. They must've paid them or threaten them or something. They can't just—j-just read. Not after so many years of people trying to get through to them. It's just freaking unbelievable!

"Because we told them to," Rai answered simply.

"AUGH!" I stomped out of there, slammed the door, and made way for the Seniors' classroom. I cannot believe not one Sophomore was sniffing or huffing or snorting or doing anything. THEY LOOKED SOBER AND CLEAN FOR PETE'S SAKE.

I couldn't even smell a trace of marijuana. They were seriously ruining all my fun. Where was the pain? The suffering? The humiliation?

No, no, no, this is just not right. Something has to be up. Maybe—

"What the shit?" I resisted the urge to let out a string of curses right now. As a principal, I let go of that habit years ago, but this is just ridiculous.

I quietly opened the door and peeked inside. THEY WERE READING THEIR HISTORY BOOKS TOO. And guess what? THEY WERE HERE. In school. For the first time. In many, many months.

"Principal Tsunade?" One of the Juniors looked at me. "Did you need something?"

"N-no," I shook my head wildly. Did she just call me Principal Tsunade? Dear lord, where is this world coming to? "N-nothing at all."

"Oh," she shrugged and continued reading her book. "Well, good day then."

I shut the door and walked in a zombie-like manner. What the hell did they do to these students? Did they brainwash them or something? 'Cause I mean the Juniors actually attending school during school hours and not having sex or smoking in the bathrooms was just unbelievable.

When I went into that room, not one student was making out in the corner. I never thought the day would come.

Don't lose hope, Tsunade, don't lose hope. If anyone can bring your high expectations into crushing disappointments, it's the Seniors. Yeah, that's for sure. Even if all the others are actually learning now, they'll be the same old, gangbanger Seniors.

I rubbed my hands together in smug anticipation. I swear on my Principal Plaque in the Teacher's Lounge that if anyone can disappoint me, it's these guys. They never fail to refuse to try.

I sighed and stood outside the Senior classroom. This is it. If it's quiet, then I will quietly trudge back to my car in sheer disillusion and drive off a highly elevated cliff at 100 mph.

Pressing my ear towards the door, I listened for an inkling of the crack of a gunshot or the hissing spray of a spray paint can. Even the smell of smoke floating pass the cracks through the door would ease my worries that everything was still normal.

And what I heard pleased me.

There was a great amount of noise inside—arguing. Yes! Someone's in a fight!

I opened the door a crack and took a look inside with a gigantic smirk planted on my face. But then my smirk dropped once I saw what they were doing.

The desks were rearranged half in half. Half of the desks were on right side of the room and the other half on the left. They were facing each other and the right side had a person in the front and the entire right side was yelling.

"Order! Order!" A gavel being banged? What the hell is this? "Order in the court!"

I walked inside and observed this peculiar arrangement. In the middle of the divide, the two redheads were sitting there, the female with a gavel in hand.

"What in the name of Sarutobi is going on in here?" I asked accusingly, crossing my arms.

"Oh, Granny," Aiko grinned and shushed the right side of the room. "We're having a mock court case to explain the History chapter."

"History chapter?" I shouted disbelievingly. "You mean to tell me that you got these little miscreants to pick up a book that doesn't include full-page pictures in them?"

"Tsk, tsk," the violent girl rolled her eyes and slouched in her seat. "We're just havin' some fun. We're learning about the development of the US and how they had a whole bunch of court cases and they didn't get it, so I tried to explain it the best way I could—East Coast vs. West Coast."

"I don't see the reason why their History books teach them about America and its Founding Fathers when we are obviously in Japan," Gaara commented in monotone.

"Yeah, that's fucking stupid," Aiko pointed out as well. "Why the hell are these guys learning about fucking American white trash when we're supposed to be learning about yellow samurais and karate and shit like that."

"I honestly don't know why our history books include American culture," I shrugged but then rubbed my chin. "Can you uh, ahem…explain to me the argument here?"

"Why yes we can!" Aiko smirked and pointed to the left side. "That's the West coast and the right side is the East Coast. It's a fight about turf and power. In my personal opinion, I'm all for the West Coast 'cause that's where my boys 2Pac and Snoop at. But as a judge, I'm listening to their arguments about why their side is better and stuff like that. Whoever makes the best argument wins and gets an automatic A in History. The loser has to clean all the graffiti off the lockers."

Wow. She didn't even curse once in that sentence. This world is changing milestone after milestone.

"And just exactly how does this benefit them?" I arched an eyebrow, staring at the grinning faces of the Seniors, excited to actually do something that relates to education.

"Well, they get to learn how a court case works and they learn how to persevere for something they really want," the female redhead said. "They learn how to control themselves in an argument and learn how to counter and present evidence. I thought this was just a really good way to learn. Besides, they were the first out of the whole school to finish the chapter so after this, I'm gonna get 'em a big old pizza so they can stuff their faces and be happy about it."

"When she says that she's gonna get the pizza, she means that she's gonna use my phone and order a pizza then flip off the pizza guy when he asks for the money," Gaara sighed, looking at a piece of paper on his desk.

"YO!" The door burst open and in walked Rai and Sasuke's class; the Sophomores. "We back, homes!"

"What's up?" Aiko turned around as they took a seat on the floor.

"We finished readin' and I was informed of your little East Coast/ West Coast thing, so we decided to uh, drop by," Rai shrugged.

"Yum, yum, yum," Yumi hummed as she skipped in with her class trailing behind her. Shikamaru sighed and Naruto jumped around. "Whatta pain." "This is gonna be so fun!"

Gaara looked around impatiently. "Anybody else?"

"Yeah," the Juniors walked and sat behind the Freshman. "Hope you don't mind, but we finished our chapter too and we didn't feel like getting more girls pregnant so yeah."

"Wowww," I breathed to myself. They really did something here. To come in to another classroom as if it was nothing and sit around, talking like you were best friends—it was nothing I'd ever seen before. Well, for Class D anyways.

"Can we wrap this up?" Shikamaru asked, rubbing his cheek.

"Go ahead and finish, West Coast," Aiko clapped. "Let's give 'em a real show 'cause now we ain't ghetto and actually got a jury." The teens laughed.

"Anyways," the representative from the West coast continued. "I'm just sayin'. West Coast has got alotta dope rappers up in there. We got Pac and Snoop, Dre, Suge, Ice Cube and all that legit shit. I ain't sayin' you guys ain't got talent. I'm just sayin' that we got some real people up in here and they're respectable people you should look up to, y'know what I'm sayin'?"

"Thank you, West Coast," Aiko said, motioning for the guy to sit down. She turned to the other side of the room. "East Coast, where you at?"

There were some mumbles and finally, they pushed a girl up. She seemed hesitant, but once she began talking, she couldn't stop.

"Y'know, the West ain't the only place where respectable people at. You brag around, sayin' you got Pac and Snoop with Dre while we got Jay-Z up in the house with Nas and the best of the best—Biggie. West Coast may be all up for the Beach scene and all that, but if you wanna get somewhere, hit up the East Coast. You got NYC and the Jersey Shore. You guys are all about the fun, but uh, no offense but if you actually wanna get somewhere, get up in the East Coast where we civilized with Broadway and Statue of Liberty and shit."

"One minute non-violent, nor aggressive argument," Gaara pounded the gavel and signaled the non-violent nor aggressive argument between the two sides to begin.

"Civilized?"Sneered a West Coast gal. "You call Bronx and Queens and Bed-Stuy civilized?"

"You be the one talkin' kid when you got Compton and Skid Row in yo place," snorted an East Coast kid.

"Ey shut up! That's 'cause we hardcore. You guys are prissy little bitches all up in the business world, always greedy and shit," said a girl from the West.

"Like what, huh?"

"Like your gay-ass Broadway fuckery and Wall Street, dickwad."

"Now this is my kind of argument," Aiko said hungrily, rubbing her hands together with a mischievous glint in her eye. "But hey, we're losin' the point here! The question is: Why is your side the best? Not 'why your side sucks' and all that."

"It went from 'We're civilized and we get alotta business' from 'We're ghetto-er than you are'," Rai whispered to Yumi.

"Just because New York gets the limelight about businesses, doesn't mean that LA doesn't have any job opportunities itself," a guy with glasses and a yellow bandana wrapped around his head pointed out. "If you've forgotten, Hollywood is within our territory. Hollywood—the stars, the fame, the money. Everything."

"Shit, shit!" East Coast hissed. "They put up the Worm. That smart-ass dick is the only one graduating this year 'cause he's a fucking genius!"

"Shut up, don't ruin it," a girl said. "We got Chip in here, we can win this shit!"

They pushed up "Chip", who obviously couldn't care less if he were here or not. "Chip, say something!" They hissed even more.

The blonde-haired, green-eyed boy sighed and pulled his cap backwards. Though I don't know why. "It's true, you have many job opportunities in your territory but I'd like to bring about a point. Hollywood is fun and yes, it is the source of the entertainment we seek in movies, but think about it: you guys are fake. Plastic surgeries, skinny bitches, obsessed with being trendy—wow. And plus, it snows where we live. You guys can burn in the sun and get fake tans all you want."

"WHOO!" they clapped for Chip as he rolled his eyes. "And if you try to say that we're too busy all the time, with all the hustle and bustle, I think it's good to have something to keep you going. LA's just lazy, y'all."

"Good argument!" Aiko praised and turned to the West. "Whassup, West Coast? You're falling behind. Better make a good argument against that one."

Worm cleared his throat, stood up, shuffled his papers and them straightened them out. He looked up with impassive eyes and said bluntly.

"We got In 'N' Out."

An eruption of cheers suddenly broke about the room and roars of laughter. He shrugged and put his hands up as if he somebody accused him of something he didn't do. I raised an eyebrow. I'm old so I don't get what In 'N' Out has to do with this.

"Jury!" the redheaded female stood in front of the Freshman, Sophomore, and Junior classes. "Discuss amongst yourselves our winner!"

"If you don't vote for me, I'm gonna kill ya, Dork!" An East Coaster growled.

He's threatening a student to vote for him so he'll get a passing grade in History. I've never seen them care so much.

After awhile, when all discussing was done, Sasuke stood up as a representative for all three classes. He whispered the winner into Aiko's ear and she cracked a grin. "That's what I thought too!"

Gaara rolled his eyes and sighed. "What an obvious answer."

"And…" Aiko laughed, preparing to announce the winner.

As I looked around the room, I actually saw some Seniors looking nervous. They were biting their nails and whispering amongst themselves in an anxious manner. One put their hands over their ears, as if they didn't want to hear.

Others were excited. They were cocky and confident that they would definitely win. But the one thing that was missing was that…they weren't fighting. Nobody was punching anybody else, there weren't even any verbal arguments.

They would hear the winner and they would accept it.

I've never known of such a teaching method to emit such a positive reaction from these usually negative-reactive people. It was amazing.

"West Coast where you at?" Aiko shouted. The left side of the room boomed with whoops and screams of glee. The right side grumbled and looked up with sour expressions. But nobody fought. It was fair and square.

"Hey, don't worry, you guys gave it a good go," from the left side of the room, a girl held her hand out to them. "In my opinion, you guys were really good."

A guy from the right side shook it. "Thanks, you too."

"YEAH! Now that's what it's all about!" Naruto yelled, making everybody laugh and talk and just plain smile. Left and right, people were congratulating the West side and laughing along with the East.

That's it. I can't take it anymore.

I stood up, a smirk hidden under the shadows of my face. "Alright, I've heard enough."

"Hm?" Yumi turned to me. "What's up, Granny?"

I looked up and smirked even wider. "I don't know what the hell you guys did to shape up Class D but I'm damn happy you did it. I've never seen such a remarkable change in difficult students in such a short time. This is very impressing."

"Well, what'd ya think, Granny Tsunade?" The redheaded female put a hand to her hip. "We're pros for a reason. Besides, these guys ain't so bad."

"Back at ya, redhead," a Senior bumped fists with her.

"You think you guys could keep up the good work?" I asked hopefully. In almost 50 years, Class D never listened to any authority and just did what they wanted. Now that they've actually tried to do something productive, I just can't help but ask for more.

The students looked at each other.

"Yeah," a Junior smiled, "I guess so."

"Hey, all you Freshman out there, Sophomores and Juniors too," one of the Seniors yelled. "I'm a Senior...it's easy to say that it's already over for me. For four years, I was doing what you guys were doing, never giving a damn about what other people thought because, well, to me they were just 'other people'. Their opinion didn't count. But right now, I just realized that I'm stupid."

They laughed.

"It's true," the Senior grinned. "I'm stupid and because I fucked off for the past four years, I'm probably not gonna go anywhere in my life. My life's over already. I've seen too much and I've been in too much shit to live anymore. What am I trying to say is, don't throw it all away. You guys still have a chance. Just because I acted like a douchebag for half of my life doesn't mean you have to. I guarantee you if you started caring and trying to get good grades, you'll get out of this goddamn Class D and actually go somewhere. Who knows, maybe even college." He shrugged. "Don't throw it away like I did just to join a gang or get a girl pregnant or do drugs. I ended up with a dead girlfriend and a best friend in jail. Trust me, it's not worth it."

~Aiko~

"Whew," I stretched my arms as I slammed the car door shut. "Man, I'm glad our fucking job's over. I'm so wiped out."

"Hey man, at least we made a difference," Rai yawned, crashing on the couch.

"Yeah, Granny said that she'd give them all passing grades in History," Yumi grinned. "She might even recommend some of them for a college!"

"Being a good-doer feels like shit," I groaned patting V's head. She whined and laid down next to me on the floor. "Isn't that right, V? We're not good-doers, we're badass-doers." She barked and rolled over.

"Dumbass dog," Rai gave me the finger from her position on the couch. "Rambo's still at Kai's. He better be feeding him."

"I wannaaa goo to sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeep," Yumi whined.

"Did Kiba and Aoi get out?" The other blonde asked me.

"Yep," I nodded. "They had a dandy time running the surveillance system. Those fuckers were safe as babies in a hospital room. I heard the windows in the surveillance room were bullet-proof."

"Figures," Rai grumbled.

"Hey," Yumi sat up, as if she just remembered something important. "Where's Name?"

~Class D~

"Psst, what was the point of this again?" The dark-eyed girl stared up at the Aburame in cynicism. "They're staring at us as if we resemble a piece of meat."

"To rescue our friends," Bug-boy reassured her and himself. "At least, that was the plan."

"Did your plan include us getting stared down by a group of gangsters?" Name hissed, backing up against the wall as the Freshman grinned evilly.

"That Senior did tell us to shape up," shrugged a boy with a lip ring, "We will. But we should at least get one more day of fun."

"Thanks a lot, Aburame," the blue-haired girl braced herself as the crowd surrounded them.

School A Few Days Later (Finally! :D Seems like we haven't been to Konoha High in a while)

"Ugh!"The teens who were happily chatting around Name's desk jumped when said girl slammed her books on the desks.

"Rough morning?" Shikamaru raised an eyebrow, taking in Name's muddled appearance. Her long dark blue hair was tied into an extremely untidy bun and her clothes hung off of her thin frame messily, surprising her sisters. The bags under her eyes and the tired expression on her face completed the completely disorganized look.

"Whoa man," Aiko said while sipping her Coke, "You look like shit."

Name's eye-baggy eye twitched as she said in a hoarse voice, "Thanks. You too."

The redhead glared but stuck her tongue out and downed her Coke. The exhausted looking female took a seat into her desk as the others gathered around her. Temari looked her up and down with surprise. "I've never seen you so drained."

"And disorderly," Yumi quipped with a smile.

"And why are you wearing this gray sweater?" The other blonde female added, picking at it. "It's so messy and slacker-material—it's not your style."

The blonde's words were accurate. Instead of dressing in her usually clean manner, Name hastily picked out a large boring gray sweater, black jeans, and gray Vans. She didn't even wear a necklace or a bracelet like she usually did.

"Hey gu—oh." Just at that moment, Kiba walked in, ready to greet all in cheerfulness but his smile dropped when he spotted the dark-eyed girl. She looked about ready to kill someone…and then fall asleep.

The Yorogachi (Haven't used their last names in awhile, huh? XP), as if reading his mind, stared at him in a worn-out manner. "The fault is not at my hands."

"Whose fault is it then?" Naruto asked eagerly, always jumpy—even in the morning. She turned and gave them the most dangerous glare a girl could ever give.

"HOLYshit!" Naruto flipped backwards in surprise and Aiko spit out her Coke.

"Oh my god," Kiba sat down on the floor, looking scared. "I think I just pissed my pants."

"It's all your asses faults because I was dragged to save you guys from Class D!" She snapped, crossing her arms.

"On the contrary, it was not only you who has received an unearned beating," a creepy voice said from behind them. They whipped their heads to the right and saw Shino, looking poorly dressed and disheveled to match Name.

"Wow, his eyebags are so big they reach under those sunglasses!" The hyperactive boy exclaimed rudely. Shino glared but soon walked out.

"What was he talking about?" Tenten nudged the girl who was desperately trying to nap.

She squinted her eyes and lifted her head. "That Shino kid convinced me to come to Class D to rescue you guys because he had a silly idea that you lot were being harassed in a violent way."

"Violent way?" Aiko yawned, stretching. "What the fuck man, we were having the time of our lives in that shithole."

Name burned a glare into her forehead. "Well. That would've been nice to know before."

"Hey," Aiko shrugged, returning to her seat as Asuma-sensei walked in, "You weren't askin' bout that type of shit."

In the background, Hinata whispered to Yumi about a very important matter. "Hey, where are the sluts?"

The energetic girl's eyes widened. "Oh yeah, huh?" She did a quick scan of the room. "They're not in here." A few moments later, she whispered again, "Why? You think…you think they're planning something?"

The Hyuuga beauty shrugged hesitantly. "Umm…I'm not sure. M-maybe. But maybe we're just freaking ourselves out. We shouldn't worry."

"Yeah," the multi-colored blonde grinned, "You're right. Let's just forget about it."

"Where's the skaters?" Shikamaru yawned, noticing a change in attendance. The redheaded girl rolled her eyes. "Those dumbasses wanted to skip for the next two weeks 'cause of some big skating tournament."

"Are you guys in it?" Temari asked. Rai shook her head, glaring murderously at a suddenly sheepish Aiko. "Not this year. We used to be in it every year, but last year, this dumbass," her red eyes flitted towards a certain crimson-haired female, "messed it up for the both of us when she beat up one of the judges."

Shizumi gaped. "What happened?"

"He broke my board!"

"You broke his nose," Rai countered, raising an eyebrow.

"W-Well, he said that I wasn't allowed to bring V with me!" The girl with the baby pink eyes pouted. Surely, they'd see her side of the story.

"It was for safety reasons."

"They let that lady bring her dog!"

"She was blind!"

"And in a wheelchair," Yumi added, nodding with a lollipop in her mouth. Name shook her head in exasperation. "Not to mention she was a senior citizen."

"Wow, Aiko, you're cruel," the Uzumaki boy stuck his tongue out at the fuming girl.

"Fuc-,"

"OKAY CLASS!" Asuma-sensei clapped his hands. Everybody quickly seated into their own seats. It had been awhile since they'd been to school and after Winter Break, they all had something to talk about. "Quiet!" His voice boomed, silencing all stray voices.

It was silent.

"Well shit," a certain foul-mouthed redhead snorted, causing everybody to laugh.

Asuma rolled his eyes and sighed. "Hey, guess what?"

"What?" Naruto asked excitedly, bouncing in his seat. Of course, he'd think it was something important. Inside Sasuke's head, he sighed and almost mentally stabbed himself at Naruto's stupidity.

"Pop quiz!"

Groans echoed through the room.

"Pop quiz? About what?" Rai leaned back into her chair. "This is Homeroom. Not much you can test us on."

"I don't care, I'm gonna give you all a quiz anyways 'cause you all piss me off," the underappreciated teacher grumbled, passing out a paper riddled with extremely difficult mathematical problems.

"WHAT IS THIS FUCKERY." Aiko gaped at the paper that slipped onto her desk. Snickers echoed throughout the room.

"This 'fuckery' as you call it, is a math test," Asuma said, handing out more papers. "The school hands these out more than once a year to test your mathematical knowledge."

"So in short, Konoha High gives us pieces of shit to fuck our grades over," Aiko translated, making the classroom laugh again. Asuma sighed and nodded. "Yeah, sure whatever. One more outburst out of you, Aiko, and you'll be sent to the principal's office."

"Sorry Asuma-sensei."

"Wait, why are we having a math test if we're in homeroom?"

"Shut up Naruto."

"You shut up, stupid teme!"

~…+…~

After class, the group of rebels and Jacks separated into their respective classes, leaving the hallways empty for a group of jealous girls to assemble. They planted themselves behind the staircase, where even though classes were in session, they would still be unseen.

A mess of pink hair appeared to be at the center of the feminine circle, commanding those around her. "Alright, does everybody know what to do?"

A girl with cabbage colored hair raised her hand timidly. "Um, like, Sakura? What happened to your, like, accent?"

At first, the Haruno stared at Simure in confusion but then she realized her slip-up and quickly recovered. "I-I was just, like, confused for, like, a second. Like, sorry."

"Oh." Simure was obviously pleased that she was the only one who had been able to notice the leader's mistake.

"Anyways, like, what are we doing again?" A pair of confused sky blue eyes questioned the cherry blossom, as her long blonde hair swished to the side.

"Ugh, Ino, I've like, told you a thousand times already!" Sakura huffed in frustration. "Okay, who, like, wants to explain this to Ino?"

Michi stepped up with her arms folded and her uneven purple hair swishing by her side. "We're after Yumi this time-,"

"Yes!" The green haired girl interrupted and jumped in victory. "Once she's gone, Shikamaru will, like, finally be MINE!"

"Shut up, Simure," Michi rolled her eyes and continued. "The plan was to lure her into Sakura's house and lock her in Sakura's closet until she slowly goes insane."

Simure giggled. "What a great idea! But like, what are we, like, going to use to lure her in?"

Emiko rolled her striking green eyes. "What else does that whore like? Candy, of course!"

"Ohhh…" the latter said in realization.

"Anyways," Sakura flipped her hair and pointed to her feet. "Don't you just love my new Louis Vuitton's? Like totally chic, right? I bought two pairs!"

They all laughed in their own rich, snotty way and then smirked in early victory. This time, they thought out their plan for awhile, eliminating the holes in it.

Absolutely nothing could go wrong.

~…+…~

"See you guys later!" Yumi waved at the Jacks and her sisters as they walked to Starbucks together after school had ended just moments ago. They were all going to hang out there with Sukino and just chill. Yumi, on the other hand, took this as an opportunity to get some "me time" as she calls it.

The exuberant blonde hummed to herself as she skipped around the streets and shops, going nowhere in particular.

Her purple-streaked hair swished around her back, enjoying freedom from its usual ponytailed position. Her vivid green eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as she enjoyed a splendid day just to herself.

"I wonder where I should go," the cute yellow-haired teen asked herself with a finger to her lips. "I know! I'll-,"

She cut herself off when she spotted a swirly candy on the floor. She looked around to see if anybody had seemingly dropped it; then she picked it up and ate it. "Yum!"

Around her people walked by, not caring about some short girl eating candy from the floor.

"Ooh!" She walked a few steps forward and found another candy, this time a green gummy worm. A few more steps and she found a strawberry puff sitting untouched on the ground. So on and so on, and soon she was walking great distances.

She was very unaware that the random candies that popped out of nowhere were actually a trail of strategically placed sweets that led to a certain pink-haired girl's house. In Yumi's mind, she was just thinking it was a lucky day to discover all these candies.

When the hunched over girl finally ate the last sweet (a small red velvet cupcake), she sat on the concrete licking her fingers. "Oh man, that was so yummy. I can't even breathe right now." She rubbed her small stomach in content, feeling very sleepy.

"U-Uh oh…" With that, the small female collapsed onto the concrete floor, unconscious.

The last thing she saw in her blurred vision was a pair of hot pink Louis Vuitton heels standing over her body.

~…+…~

Oh man…what's with this headache? I sat up and tried to rub my head. Aw mannnn. Why're my hands tied up? From the corner of my eye, I could see a streak of red. Aww. And I'm bleeding too?

As my vision became clearer, I could see that my feet were bound with chains and so were my hands. I was in some sort of closet type thing. There were shoes on one side, mostly heels may I add, and bags and clothes on the other. It really surprised me 'cause they were all designer.

I don't get much designer things. I don't like 'em too much either. They don't really appeal to me as much as candy does. Wait a minute…that's it!

Only I'd be stupid enough to follow a trail of candy to some house where I'd probably get raped. I groaned—or at least attempted to. It came out as a muffled sound and that's when I became aware of a sticky form on my lips.

Oh great. They duct taped my mouth.

Goes to show how much these people know about me. I'm not a screamer. I'm a kicker.

But all that aside, I wonder if they'll feed me? I mean, they can't just keep a live person in here and expect her to live entirely on duct tape. That's disgusting.

Oh god, what if they feed me carrots? I'm not a rabbit! Maybe they think I'm a rabbit. I wonder if they'll start calling me Usagi. Oh, better yet. I wonder if I look like an Usagi. The name Usagi reminds me of bananas. Don't ask me why. They just relate to the word/fruit "banana".

You know what a pretty name would be? Yuki. I like that name a lot. But too bad my mom didn't name me Yuki. I was one letter away from it too. Yumi sounds so…eh. Yuki's a pretty name. It sounds so nice and innocent. I like it.

Rai's name's all tough-like. Guess it wasn't too hard to name her. Aiko's name is fitting too. I don't know why. She just looks like an Aiko. And Miname was a very weird name. I've never known anybody named Miname.

Well, except for Name. I wonder if she's met anybody named Miname. I met a Yumi once and she was sorta bitchy. She was blonde too.

"Why, hello there! I see you're up." The door opened up and I narrowed my eyes at the light that flooded in behind a strangely skinny female figure. But then I saw the bubblegum pink hair. Ew.

That's why she looked so skinny and anorexic. It's called crash dieting.

I tried yelling at her, but then the duct tape was there and I forgot. So it just came out in angry muffles, which made her laugh. "Silly Yumi…you always were as dumb as Naruto."

And you were always as ugly as your mom.

"Anyways, I've like totally brought you here for revenge," Sakura smirked as Simure appeared beside her, green hair and all. "How's it feel to finally have the short end of the stick?"

Well, thanks for asking, but I'm pretty hungry. I want candy.

"Oh that's right, you can't talk!" Simure tittered, acting like she was queen.

Stupid girl. Of course I can't talk. You put duct tape over my mouth and another thing. If you knew I couldn't talk, why ask me a question in the first place? Are you trying to mock me? If you are, then it's pretty funny 'cause I'm making fun of your legs right now.

Maybe you should lay off on the chocolate cake, hun.

"We've brought you here to confine you in my closet," the pink-haired one declared.

Well, obviously.

"Yeah! And like, so you can like, get away from my Shikamaru, you ugly blonde! And btw, streaks were so 2000. Get rid of those ugly purple stripes."

Bitch, I'll take my streaks out when you change your hair color to something other than booger green.

"Well, thought we'd just like you to know that you'll like, be in here for a very long time." I just stared at them while they continued to giggle like complete idiots. I don't know why they were doing this.
It's not like I've done anything to them.

They're only picking on me because of Shika. To cabbage-head, I'm just an obstacle in her way. And she needs to get rid of me in order to get to Shika.

Funny world we live in now.

"Oh look, like the girls are here!" Then the pink-haired hoe turns around and sure enough, the rest of the slut posse's up at the door, looking at me like they'd gotten the Stanley Cup or something.

"Smiiiile!" smirked Michi, holding up her phone and taking a picture. I could tell because it made a sound like a camera shutter would. But all I could do was sit there, bound in chains with duct tape on my mouth, and stare at her. I hope she got scared.

But it looks like she didn't. The purple-headed girl just laughed and slammed the door in my face.

"See you later, loser!"

Then it was silence.

Then I started thinking on how to get out of here. Kami knows I'm no Aiko, who can just simply bust the door with her head or somehow magically break the chains. Nor am I a Name, who could easily think of an elaborate escape plan as if it were just a stroll in the park.

Then there's Rai, who could do all of the above. Sometimes, I think she's unreal. I used to think, 'Is it really possible for a person to accomplish everything? To be everything? To be perfect?' But then I met Rai. I would never tell her this in person because I'm a 100% sure she'd pull my hair out, but she's an absolute Barbie doll.

She was pretty, model status, like Barbie. She had the boobs, the butt, and the flat stomach with the small waist and long legs. And it wasn't only the looks that made her like Barbie. She could do everything.

Barbie was on the moon, she was a teacher, a vet, she had Ken. She had everything. And although Rai may not have any parents, she had everything else. She was a secret genius even though she spent her time in class eating or sleeping. Everybody liked her.

The only exceptions were the sluts, the jealous bitches, and the people that she beat up like Stanley Jaret. Even then, some of the people she beat up wouldn't hold a grudge against her because she was too cool of a person.

She could skate, she's good at sports, she could sing and she could dance. And not to mention, she had managed to tame Sasuke, the lead Badass, and reign him in as her boyfriend, which is a virtually impossible feat. Think about it. What couldn't she do?

With somebody like Rai as your friend, there's not much you can do to stand out. After awhile, we faded into the background of Rai's popularity. We became known as "Rai and them".

Hey, where's Rai and them?

Are Rai and them going?

Oh, Rai and them are so funny!

See what I mean? I guess over time, we all just did our own thing to make people see we're all different individual people. Aiko, the tough one, Yumi the "cute" one (that's what Rai told me), Name the smart one, and Rai the awesome one.

To tell you the truth, I don't even know why I'm thinking about Rai like that. It was a secret, but before, I used to be real jealous of her. She always had everything, everybody in the palm of her hand.

But she didn't care.

It miffs me how I'm thinking of something like this in a place like this in the situation that I'm in. I should be panicking or crying or doing something else erratic.

But instead, I was sitting here, thinking about my friends.

I wonder how long it'll take for me to get out of here.

~…+…~

"Hm? Where's Yumi, guys?" Naruto straightened up at the absence of his partner in crime. Moments before, he had been cheerfully chatting with a bashful Hinata, oblivious to her extremely obvious blush.

"The level of dumbass for you just keeps getting higher," Sasuke commented dryly. Rai slapped his arm. "Don't be mean."

"Haven't you noticed, dude?" Kiba yawned. "She told us she needed 'me time' or whatever the hell that is. She left right after we got out of school."

"Oh, I didn't notice," the blue-eyed boy shrugged, thinking nothing of it. But inside, he felt like he should be worried. He didn't know why, but he just felt like he should.

Nevertheless, he shook it off, thinking nothing of it. Usually, his hunches were wrong.

Usually.

~…+…~

"I'm beautiful in my way, God makes no mistakes. I'm on the right track baby, I was born this way!"

The bound blonde found herself humming to the catchy tune through the duct tape that was slapped on her mouth. She could hear it blasting throughout the whole house from Sakura's room, probably. It'd been a few hours since Sakura and her groupies had locked her in there and to be honest, the energetic girl wasn't disturbed in the least.

If the situation included some type of sweet or candy, then she'd be tearing through her chains and throwing herself out the door.

But no, fortunately this situation didn't provide her with sugary sweets that would lure her into even more traps.

Instead, she just waited patiently, sitting on the nice, soft pink carpet until somebody came to rescue her. Surely, her friends would notice that she hadn't come home. And even if they didn't, it wouldn't be long till they noticed she'd run off.

Yumi usually never left for more than two or three days. She could wait that long. Besides, they'd know something was up if she didn't go to school the next day.

Yumi always went to school. In fact, you might even say she loved it there. She didn't mind the studies that much because she didn't bother participating in them. Other than the educational part, she loved school because of all the friends she'd made there.

And loved that she pulled pranks with Naruto and Kiba daily. And she most especially loved that her favorite lazy boy accompanied her wherever she went. From the wallflowers' point of view, the perpetually half-lidded Nara stood as the somewhat protector of the jubilant girl.

For example, it's a normal day at school.

The cute blonde's skipping the hallways with unspoken joy and a lollipop in her mouth, as always. And beside her, stood Shikamaru Nara in all his lazy glory.

No matter where she went, he was there.

She didn't mind. If he ever left, she went looking for him because it was so…weird and uncomfortable without him.

If anybody ever messed with her, the seemingly inattentive pineapple-headed boy would send a glare and it immediately stopped the ruckus. She was always skipping happily, eyes closed in joy.

One would think she was oblivious to the jealous girls and the murderous glances around her. But she knew Shikamaru was there. Of course, she could've handled it herself, but she let him do it.

He was a man, after all. And men liked to have some sort of superiority. They liked to keep their pride.

Besides, she enjoyed when her romantic interest put people in their place. It made her feel…safe.

She sighed when her mind wandered towards that lovable boy of hers. When would they tell the others?

When would be the right time? That's all he ever talks about anyways. "The right time".

Her hand unconsciously fluttered to her bulgy stomach in wonder.

Trying to occupy herself, she examined the room. As said before, it was packed full with countless heels and a myriad of designer bags. But one pair of heels in particular caught the curious girl's vivid green eyes.

A pair of bright pink Louis Vuitton's sat itself in the rack behind her, a little above her head. She raised an eyebrow at it. Very flashy.

But inspecting the pink-haired girl's belongings soon got boring. It was all the same thing anyways.

Yumi fell to the floor and listened to the chains jingle. Her mid-back length shiny blonde hair fanned around her as her clear green eyes stared at the overly decorated ceiling.

Her mouth was still duct taped and the chains around her wrists and ankles were still intact. Truthfully, the only thing she didn't like about the situation was the continuous boredom and the uncomfortable digging of the chains.

Other than that, she was fine.

She'd show those bitches how long she could stay in this closet. She'd rub it in their faces. She could go on for days, a week or two even. If they thought she'd cry and kick and scream and give up, they were terribly mistaken.

They'll see who's really going to win this fight.

~…+…~

"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but chains and whips excite me!"

The whole group laughed as Naruto got up on the table and started spanking his butt. The silly Uzumaki grinned at his own antics as he continued singing the controversial song.

"Ahh man," Kiba wiped a tear from his eye. "Priceless."

Everything settled down once again and they all bid their farewell to a greatly entertained Sukino. They walked outside in a large group and made their way into an empty street where the night created darkness around them.

It was illuminated by a single streetlight, creating a circle of orange light around the large group of high school students.

They were all talking amongst themselves and having a good time until all their cell phones sounded a message at the same time.

"That's…weird," Rai raised an eyebrow as everybody took out their cell phones. "Text at the same time? Freaky."

When they all opened the text, it was just…

"Oh my god." Hinata dropped her phone.

"Holy shit!" Aiko jumped at the picture of the cute blonde they all knew bound in chains.

The rest of them looked in horror at the image that was now ingrained in their minds forever.

There was Yumi, the lovable prankster, sitting in a closet with duct tape on her mouth, blood smeared on the side of her head, and chains encircling her wrists and ankles. But that was not the disturbing part.

It was her big, green eyes staring up at them with a blank expression.

And…CUT!

Okay, so I finally got my charger back, as you can see ^.^

I'm still working on more chapters, so I'll get that out soon. If you have any questions, comments, or whatever the hell you wanna talk about, go stick it on a review :]

And yes, I haven't forgotten about Tsunade's beach trip for them X)

A kind of explanation for this chapter:

The girls go and tame Class D, accomplishing the impossible and impressing Tsunade. Aiko and Rai just recently got boyfriends, and they're still getting used to the idea sort of. I didn't talk about their relationships with their boyfriends much, but I'll be sure to the next chapter. And remember when the hoes tried to sabotage Rai by hiding her necklace in the snow?

And remember how that didn't exactly work out? Well, their next target is Yumi and here in this chapter, you see how they kinda kidnapped her in a way. They used Yumi's love for sweets in a bad way and somewhat Hansel & Gretal'd this sweet bitch.

So Yumi's stuck in a closet and she kinda talks about her relationship with Rai and with Shikamaru. Yeah, she was jealous of Rai before 'cause Rai's a total Mary-Sue and Yumi's talking about how Rai's perfect and whatnot. Blah blah blah.

Sorry that this chapter's super short compared to the other chapters I do :(

But this is all I could come up with right now. I could've typed more, but I didn't want to ruin a good cliffhanger :D

But as a reward for your nice, long wait (hehe sorry 'bout that XD), a little spoiler for the next chapter.

UMM..so I haven't written out the next chapter yet, but this is what I know is gonna happen.

So either Yumi breaks out or somebody saves her. Then the whores are pretty pissed. And then when they go to school, they're still pretty pissed 'cause it's been spread around that Sasuke and Gaara are taken by Rai and Aiko.

So yeah, little drama there. And a little Name/Kiba romance just for kicks :D

Until a few days from now, beautiful people! You know I love ya, kids ;)

Oops and before I forget.

Songs lyrically mentioned:

Born This Way by Lady Gaga

S&M by Rihanna