Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Naruto or anything like that…

Summery: An AU fic. Sakura is living a double life, biggest nerd in school by day, and an international rock star by night. What happens when she transfers to a privet Japanese school and one of the boys (-coughsasukecough-) gets close to the truth?

An: I want to thank GG 'cause she convinced me to write this too, and again I thank NarutoGirl52 you are so sweet thankies and you're my first reviewer for this fic, also Pei-chan my second reviewer (what did you mean this kind of story, gomen I'm so clueless), animeforever24 (here's your update & thanks for sticking with me), and sara-chan (I hope you like this chapter better)! Note there will be no lemons the title refers to a guitar.

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Chapter one: Alarm clocks are the plague on the earth
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"Mmm…" Haruno Sakura flops over in her bed with an extreme case of bed head.

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"Damn alarm clocks, they're a plague on the earth! I should massacre the lot of them!" She moaned as she grabbed one of her many pink pillows sprawled out around her pink clad queen size bed and covered her head.

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"You know girls shouldn't cuss…"

Sakura lifted up her pillow to see who had turned off her alarm clock to see a boy with blood red hair and jade eyes standing beside her bed in only sweat pants (Gaara no shirt hot).

"Kyaa! Put a shirt on Gaara-kun!" Sakura screamed as she threw her pillow at Gaara.

Gaara being Gaara caught the pillow before it hit him.

"Hey be nice to your Onii-kun!" Gaara said after catching the pink fluffy pillow.

"You're only older by a few months!" Sakura said then she stuck out her tongue.

"And you're a grouch in the morning." Gaara said as he threw the pillow back at her, which made contact with her head.

"Get dressed and come down for breakfast, it's your first day at your new school and your father and his wife want to talk to you." He called as he left her room.

'Always my father and his wife wanting to talk to me, grr. Why does she always try to run my life…it's not like we're family!'

'It's true Amy was my father's second wife. My mother died when I was 6 years old and my father being as clueless as he is decided that I needed a mother figure in my life so during one of his numerous trips to the U.S. he came back with a wife…her. She has my father rapped around her French-tipped finger; he'll do almost anything she wants. Neither Gaara nor me consider her or her two brats family. Yes two brats. My father is her third husband. Her two brat kids are from her first marriage. Luckily one is in college and the other is going to a high school back in his home in the U.S. Both Jason & Ranmaru are extremely spoiled and stuck up. They treat everyone by their mother like garbage. Especially girls, if it weren't for Gaara I'd probably have to be their personal maid.'

'Gaara, he's my only brother, well technically all three are my brothers, but I only consider him to be my family. Not one of them is a blood relative. My mother adopted Gaara when we were 3, so I've lived most of my life with him. He thinks of himself as my older brother and is very protective of me. This is mostly due to his traumatic past. His real family left him to die cause his parents didn't want him. He had two older siblings, a brother and a sister, but they couldn't save him. A year ago they made contact with Gaara, they're not so bad…later they too were adopted. Gaara keeps in contact with them, but he still doesn't really think of them as family. When Gaara came he was a real loner, always silent and playing by himself, he's still real quiet and cold but not as much and not to me. It took mom and me forever to get him to open up, when he did he finally thought of us as family. He's never thought of my father as family though.'

Knock

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"Hey you almost done in there?" Gaara called from the other side the door, "Her majesty is get impatient, seems like she got something real important to get to… like a facial." He muttered the last part.

"Ha ha" Sakura said so soaked with sarcasm that it could ruin her new shoes.

"Well?"

"I'm coming." And with that she finished putting on her new uniform. It consisted of a plaid skirt that stopped mid-thigh, a button-down blouse, and optional tie, vest, and long stalkings/socks. Sakura was being forced to wear it all by her highness (Amy) because she didn't want anyone female in the house looking better than her. All of this made Sakura's long legs look short and fat, her curves were hidden making her look like a brick, and to add to the fun Sakura put her hair into two messy buns on the top of her head to make her forehead look extremely big, and put on her thick rimed glasses which hid her eyes.

It's not that Sakura didn't like looking good, she does. But if she's going to be forced to look ugly by her majesty then Sakura's going to do a royal job of it. She also has her own reasons, but I'll get to those later.

'One quick check in the mirror, yep repulsive. And I'm off.'

She grabbed her bag and went down stairs to the small dinning room for breakfast.

'It's absurd how we have two dinning rooms and this is hardly small.'

It really wasn't small in fact it could seat a least twenty, maybe more.

When she got there three people were eating breakfast already. First there was Gaara eating his Lucky Chairs, saving most of the marshmallows for last, as again. Then her father drinking coffee and eating eggs while reading the newspaper. Lastly there was Amy, who was eating her normal breakfast, a bottle of the most expensive mineral water, as usual.

She stood in the doorway and bowed, "father."

"Yes." Not bothering to look away from his newspaper

"I was told that you wished to speak with me."

"Yes, about…umm…"

"About her mew school." Amy so kindly interrupted, "and how it'd be a hassle to drive her there each morning, especially if she wanted to make it on time."

"Right. Your mother and I,"

'I cringed whenever he called her my mother, the fowl wench.'

"Have talked about it and have reached a conclusion. It would be too much trouble to have you driven every morning to school, seeing how it is so far away, so you shall be living in an apartment closer to your school."

Gaara spit out what he had been, until now eating, and screamed, "WHAT!"

'Oh no, overprotective maniac on the loose. Somebody get a tranquilizer gun.'

"No way! No way is she living on her own." He yelled.

"Son,"

'Oh great it super-dad to the rescue, let's see how much more he can screw this up before Gaara kills something!'

"It's not like she'll be living in a bad part of town, she'll be staying in a five star hotel suite. And of course we'll give her allowance for food and pass times."

And with that her father went back to reading the newspaper, now completely oblivious to the world around him.

"And of course you can visit her when you don't have school. You'll be staying here, you're not that much of a hassle, and even if you were I wouldn't mind." Amy said as she leaned over the table exposing as much cleavage as possible.

'It was creepy how much she hit on him, and even more disgusting was that he's half her age. Gaara hates her for hitting on him, and treating me bad.'

"So when am I to move out?" this her father heard.

"Your stuff will be moved today while you're at school. Your mother and I will drop you off before school and pick you up after, then we'll show you where you shall be staying."

"Humph, I don't like this."

"Well you don't have to like it, Gaara. Now you shall attend your regular school, which is within walking distance from here, therefore you have no reason to move. You may visit your sister on the weekends and holidays, pending on your grades. End of discussion."

And with that Gaara left for school, grumbling and complaining all the way about how Sakura better not get hurt or else heads will roll.

Sakura knew he wasn't lying either, last time something bad happened to me, well thankfully when the guy finally woke from his comma he didn't press charges.

Soon Sakura, her father and Amy went off to Sakura's new school, Konoha High. As soon as the limo pulled up to the school, Amy made her grand appearance.

Slowly she stuck out one long leg at a time, revealing the very short skirt she was wearing and then she exited completely, revealing her extremely low cut shirt.

Boys around us started to drool.

'Pathetic hentais.' Sakura thought.

"Now sweetie," Amy said as she bent her head into the car, giving the high school hentais a perfect view of her backside, "you so really hurry and get to class so you would be late. Oh, and try to make some normal friends this time, and don't forget to bring your friends over so I can meet them. Now shoo." And with that she climbed back in the car.

"Yes Amy-san." Sakura said, trying her hardest to be polite though it was the hardest thing she ever did.

'When she said friends she meant boys who she can hit on, evil wench.'

Sakura got out off the limo and walked to the drive's window and knocked. The window rolled down.

"Hi Hatsuharu-san!"

"Hello Sakura-sama"

'Hatsuharu is my driver. He's known me since I was born, for he was my mother's driver before she died. He's kind of like a father/brother figure in my life. His whole family loves me, his wife Fuu thinks of me as another daughter, his son Kyo is one of my best friends and treats me like a sister, and his daughter Sakura (named after my mother, who I was named after) looks up to me like an idol. They also think of Gaara as family. Fuu, his wife, use to be my nanny of sorts when I was little, now she owns a small restaurant. She and my mother were best friends before my mother died, and she is my godmother. Unfortunately, Hatsuharu isn't my godfather. In fact, I've never met my godfather, apparently he was another friend of my parents, but he hasn't seen them since I was like 2, in other words I have no memory of him. He's supposed to be a big business man, but whatever.'

"How's your family doing?"

"Very well Sakura-sama, Kyo will be very sad to hear you're moving away."

"Well, you'll just have to drag his lazy butt down here someday to visit. I should go before I'm late."

"Yes. Oh, Sakura-sama."

"Hmm"

"Kyo ask me to give you this." He handed Sakura a small package.

"Please tell him thank you. Oh, and could you-"

"Make the evil wench late for her facial. It'd be my pleasure."

"Thank you. Bye."

The car drove off and Sakura was left to go into her first day of school.

'Yippee, not! Oh well, let's get this over with.'

When Sakura finally made it to her classroom she was several minuets late, but there was no teacher present so, she figured she was not in any trouble.

She took in her surrounding, the classroom was quite big and had desks in pairs of two. Along one of the rather large walls there were huge windows with a good view of the grounds and the gates. In the back corner of the room the side next to the windows there was a mob of girls, who seemed to be bouncing in a very hyperactive fashion and squealing in very high pitched voices, something like "Sasukee-kun"

'Must be about a boy. Pathetic.'

Sakura's face screwed up to show her disgust.

"D-don't w-wo-worry about th-them." A meek voice stuttered from behind Sakura.

"Huh?" Sakura turned around to see a small girl with gray eyes, so gray that they looked more like a silvery-clear.

"D-don't worry th-they're j-just excited about Sa-Sasuke-san."

"Who?"

"The b-boy in th-the middle. All the gi-girls are in-in his f-fan cl-club."

"Oh, so that explains it. Oh, I'm Haruno Sakura by the way."

"Hyuuga Hi-Hinata."

"Nice to meet you Hinata-chan."

"You too, Haruno-san."

"Come on Hinata-chan, call me Sakura."

"Ar-are you n-new h-here?"

"Yeah, my father thought it would be a good opportunity for me, he almost had me go into senior year, but I convinced him to only make me skip one year."

"Y-you're 15?"

"Yeah, surprised?"

"A lit-little, th-this is a-a tough sch-school already. T-to sk-skip a grade m-means y-you must b-be real sm-smart."

"Yeah well…" A sweet drop started to form on the back of Sakura's head.

"Alright class quiet down." A male voice called out of nowhere.

"You're late!" called a loud blonde boy sitting behind this Sasuke kid.

"Well, you see…" the teacher began, as he put one hand behind his head and a sweet drop accumulating on his forehead, and his one visible eye looked up for an answer. His other eye was hidden by a head protect, and his face was hidden by the cloths he was wearing.

Sakura looked at him, 'Weird.'

"Umm well I got lost on the road of life."

"More than once." Someone called.

"Ok, that's enough, please take your seats. It appears we have a new student, please come up and introduce your self."

"Yes sensei. I'm Haruno Sakura, 15 years old, and I transferred from Sand-High. Umm, what else…"

"How about your likes and dislikes," the teacher suggested.

"Right. Well let see I like music, and art. For dislikes well there really isn't anything, well other than stuck up people."

"Thank you Sakura please take a seat…let's see it looks like the only seat that's open is the one next to Sasuke. He's the one in front of the loud blonde. Do you need him to stand up? Sasuke please stand so the Sakura can see you. Ok and I'm Kakashi-sensei, by the way."

Sasuke stood with a look on his face like he couldn't be less interested. Sakura quickly took my seat next him. She noticed that she was receiving death glares from all of the girls in the class.

Kakashi-sensei started to take attendance only stopping to say, "Hinata your seatmate's out?"

Sakura turned to see that the two desks next to her sat Hinata, and who ever her 'seatmate' is.

"Y-yes."

And with that Kakashi-sensei started his lesson. Which mostly bored Sakura, after she could have very well skipped this grade. She took a look at her seatmate, actually he wasn't that bad looking, in fact she could easily see why he had his own fan club.

During the break I decided to get to know him better.

"Hi"

"Hn"

"Umm, so I'm Haruno Sakura."

"So I've heard."

'Why that cold S.O.B. Calm down, clam down Sakura. Don't overreact; don't allow your temper to get the better of you, you're not Gaara.'

"Well umm ok," Sakura started, "well you see-"

"Shut up."

"What?"

"I said shut up! You're annoying."

'THAT, THAT, THAT BASTARD! WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS! THAT ASS! IF WE WEREN'T IN SCHOOL THAN I'D-'

"Hey Big forehead!"

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AN: So what'd you think? In the next chapter Sakura runs into Ino and then sees her new home.