Disclaimer: Doctor, I don't need to own Naruto to write fanfiction.

Penname: LiveLoveLaugh

Fanfiction Story: Teenage Rhapsody

Summary: AU She was new at Konoha High. But she didn't have a dark secret. She wasn't social. She wasn't very attractive. She wasn't very popular or very geeky. Hell, she was always alone. Now that Sakura became a senior, things start to mix up a bit.

AN: Well, since I plan for this story to be a multi-chapter one, I guess I'm going to play around the field just a bit, so everyone could be acquainted with a few of the characters. It'll happen a lot in this story, but anyway here's your sign! Fifth chapter! Have a good read!

Chapter Five

Rock Paper Scissors Fireball

The sunny afternoon was nice, calm, and the buzzing sounds of moaning and sensuous encouragements came off the television while the three blushing boys gawked at the television, watching the latest hot steamy action of a pornographic tape. The forbidden girl-on-girl action was being played behind the door of the Main Office in the prestigious Konoha High, concealed in the Head of School's own office, through the walls of learning and education, if someone as nosy as a few of the kids who worked for the secretaries were to press their ears against the thick door, then yes, you would know that four people and an animal was breaking more than fifty school laws in that one office.

"HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Oh my, my! Pretty girl! Hehe!" Jiraiya made kissy noises and squeaky giggles into the phone voice receiver, while he just kept doodling nude pictures of women on his notepad instead of actually doing his work. He was dressed in his black pin-striped fire truck red suit, with the black clothed buttons, black button-down shirt, and a sassy shiny white tie. His face was contorted into the blushes and nosebleeds when he talked into the dirty calls, he needed this for his 'information gathering' and already taking more five pages of good—great notes for his next book.

While Kiba and Naruto were imagining about the girls in their drooling state, Haku followed his wide eyes away when a girl screamed in the television after being hit with the special white light and saw a piano outside of the office. He opened the door, and lift up the cover. He grimaced when he saw the light dust that covered the pretty keys. He swiped a tissue from his pants pocket and swept it across the board, cleaning it thoroughly.

"Ah, this porn's getting boring," Naruto snorted, turning off the television with the flick of his remote.

"I know, I hate when they try tell stories—I mean, why can't they just show the hot action?" Kiba picked up his blue backpack off the carpet floor concealing a small sleeping Akamaru and pulled it over his shoulder. He looked around, "Hey where's Haku?"

Sure he seen the shiny brown piano before, and even played with it, but looking enviously at it he had missed his electric keyboards after it broke down from overheating an outlet in his father's garage, he sat down on the bench he pulled out. He played with the keys a bit, a soft but firm pounding of tunes came about as he tried to see which sounded better.

"What the heck is he doing?" Naruto stepped out Ero-Sennin's office with the dog boy, revealing the intensity in Haku's brown eyes as he played an old piece of music while he murmured the lyrics.

"…leave the world far behind, take me high to your paradise…" his green-manicured fingers glided through the keyboard, fluttering his short nails against the wooden black and white keys, "…you are the one I love, you are the one I need, you are the only one in my heart…baby come save me…bum, bum, da, ba…you're the only one in 'something', something, something…then—something—bum ba dum ba da—something again…"

"God, you're ruining the classics, Haku," Naruto snorted, watching the tall boy play the piano in the principal's office, "Geez, play something else, I'm going to have the lyrics in my head to the next classes…"

"Fine…" Haku folded his fingers together and stretched out the knuckles with sickening crackles.

He tapped his nimble chin in concentration, "What to play, what to play…"

"How about not playing anything at all…?" Kiba grinned, his small fangs showing.

Haku tossed his braided hair back, with a scowl, "Humph! What do you women know about music anyway?"

"HEY! I AM NOT A WOMAN YOU STUPID PUSSY!" Kiba barked, quickly rolling up his sleeve to his broad shoulder and washing his hand over the lean muscles, "Check out the babies man! I'm buff! I have arm hair! Don't tell me I'm at all womanish because I'm not the one wearing makeup!"

He struck an accusing finger at Haku's face with obvious scrawls of lipstick, eye shadow, and blush.

"What's your problem? I look good in makeup!" Haku patted his cheek with fondness, then narrowed his eyes at Kiba, "I can bet million bazillion dollars that you conceal your fat belly underneath that jacket, fatty!"

"I'm not even close to the size of Chouji!" Kiba threw off his navy jacket, lifting up his shirt, "I got nothing to hide!"

"Pfft!" Haku stood up, unbuttoning his white school shirt, "You call that tub of lard your stomach! Check out my abs man! You can't find a washboard stomach like mine!" He smacked the bare pale flesh with his manicured hand, tracing the lines of well-formed muscles, "I as hell ain't even close to the womanish level as you, Miss Kiba!"

"MISS KIBA? The only one here with a girly name is yours Madame Haku!"

"Hey! That is an offense to my gender, young lady!"

"YOUNG LADY? Wanna play? Let's play!"

"Is that what you say to your mother last night, Kiba-chan?"

"Pshh! Better than me getting rocked in the ass every night, man whore!"

Haku growled, flexing his fingers, "Bah! Madame Haku is mad at you now Princess!"

"Princess? PRINCESS MY ASS!"

"Is that what you named your flat tires TUBBY?"

"You're calling me 'tubby' now? Aw…you'll gonna get it now, Piss Pants!"

"Sure thing Princess Kiba-chan!"

Naruto sweat-dropped at the two idiots, one comeback becoming more and more ridiculous when all the guys were just all talk and no action. He was wondering where Sakura-chan was, since she had been sitting with him and his friends for lunch ever since she came to the school on Monday after spring break.

"God…where is she?" he looked at his watch.

SMACK!

Naruto decided to discard that thought when a shirt was thrown to his face. He was met with a sweat tainted fabric which smelled more like gym socks than anything in the world. His face grew red. He was regretting ever influencing the two retards with his own exclusive unusual behavior, especially they were just being pathetic and making him look bad.

"My legs are way better than your hairy limp noodles!" Haku challenged, already topless and currently unzipping his pants.

"My ass is a lot firmer than your saggy ball sack!" Kiba too was discarding his slacks.

(Eye twitch!)

"YOU'RE BOTH DUMBASSES!" Naruto cried, smacking them both on the heads when they began to undress more of themselves to prove their masculine qualities.

Jiraiya made teensy giggly voices in the phone with a huge perverted grin and large goo-goo eyes, hanging up the phone after an hour of talking to some young hot girl on the 'special' adult phone company. He neatly paper clipped his half a dozen papers, and snapping them into his three-spiraled black binder. He quickly opened his front desk drawers, and pulled out his trusty peeping telescope and looked out with it in the blinded window.

He cocked his brow, moving the lens from his eye, "Hey Naruto, isn't that Tsunade's cute daughter?"

"Hey? Is this seat taken?"

Hinata nearly dropped her book when she heard someone ask that. She moved down the book so the person could only see her frightened bashful white eyes, and her face turned crimson. She tried to snap out of it, this wasn't happening to her, it was fictional and just a piece of her imagination.

She looked up to see two eyes of pure green, closely lined with the fabric of a gray ski cap. Hinata smiled softly to herself, actually remembering this girl. She sighed, wishing it were Naruto-kun instead. Not that she didn't like the girl, it was just that she wanted to sit next to the mustard-haired boy ever since middle school. Of course she remembered her. It was the new girl that everyone had been talking for the last three school days. What is she doing here? Hinata had considered her nice and very kindhearted if she wanted to sit with her.

"W-Why?" she piped, nearly squeaking.

"Huh?" Sakura looked at her, blinking, "They're not enough seats around here. Are you saving this table for someone?"

Naruto-kun, "N-No," she stuttered, hating herself for that, "Y-You c-can sit d-down i-if you w-want…"

The smaller girl watched a slow smile spread across the girl's face, Hinata was actually surprised when a person chose to sit with her. She had seen her leave the popular table without actually standing anymore than a yard from it. Unless…this was a hoax—

"Why d-do y-you want to sit next t-to me?" Hinata asked tersely, dreading the answer. She had been through this for so long, it wasn't even funny anymore. Girls and guys made bets with each other to sit in the nerdy section of the field, mostly choosing the mousy girl who always sat by herself with a book pressed up to her nose. Hinata would kill herself right now if she knew what the answer Sakura was going to say.

But all she did was shrug, "I didn't want to sit next to a bunch of people I don't even care about."

She then opened up her milk carton and poked a red straw through it, and began a process of digging her macaroni with a plastic fork like a shovel through dirt. Hinata stared incredulously at her, her book slipping from her pale fingers.

"Do you want that apple? My orange looks a little moldy," Sakura smiled, twirling the small orange fruit in her hand.

"N-No, y-you can have i-it," Hinata murmured, her eyes was still wide open.

"Hey, ladies! Mind if we join you?" and the face the navy-haired girl thought she would never see so up close, Sabaku Temari glided her way with two other girls behind her, Yamanaka Ino and Mitarashi Tenten, in all their glory and power. Hinata's wide white eyes swept through their bodies as if she was imagining again, and making sure it was real.

Sakura looked a little surprised too, "I thought you guys were—"

"Well, when you left me there, you left me no choice," Ino grinned, her glossy lips smirked, "Besides I promised you, didn't I?"

"No, not exactly," her brows crossed slightly, "All you said that you were meeting me for lunch with you and your friends—"

"That's what I meant!" the blonde giggled, placing her tray on the table and glanced lightly at Hinata, "Hinata-chan is my friend too, also…but I never know why she persisted to sitting alone here…" Hinata fidgeted, seeing that she herself had many connections with the 'cool' people since she was related to one of them, but never really wanting to see with them because of a certain boy who was far from being popular…

Tenten raised her brow when she saw Hinata go into a trance, "Uh, hey, we can sit here can we? Unless you guys are saving—"

"N-No!" Hinata squeaked, slightly desperate for more company, "T-There's enough s-space—"

"Oh thank goodness!" Temari laughed, sitting bunched up next to the petite girl, "My feet were killing me! Maybe I should stop wearing these shoes," she moved her feet on the grass for the others to see, showing off her periwinkle blue platforms, "No wonder I have bruises in my toes…" she cooed thoughtfully.

"I didn't know you could wear platforms to school," the green-eyed girl blinked.

"Well it was the school rules, but Jiraiya-sama never made a federal case out of it so he lets people any kind of shoe. Um, except if any school guests come to Konoha grounds," Temari grinned, tapping her chin, "Now you got me thinking about it, maybe I should come to school in a sexy halter dress, I wonder what the old man would do next…"

Sakura smiled lightly when Ino sat next to her with a giggling Tenten.

"HEY SAKURA-CHAN!"

The navy-haired girl could have bet at any second right then and there, the boy of her dreams had turned to their direction and walked closer and closer to her. Well, even if he said another girl's name, it didn't matter. She could have thrown that disappointment out of the window if he would come and stand near her, for her to count all the yellow hairs on the back of his neck—her breath hitched, he was! HE WAS! HE'S COMING TOWARDS THEM! Her cheeks grew hotter, her white eyes were shaking and that lump in her throat had grown bigger and bigger with every step he took. Oh, god let her die now if he passes her table! The moment she could let her eyes blink from all that staring at the blond hunk who walked up to the table with a lunch tray, and with Haku and Kiba right behind him, she knew she had to be really dreaming. Hinata fiercely pinched herself on the arm, red marks appeared on the tender skin of her wrist.

"Where were you, Sakura? We were waiting for you in Ero-Sennin's office," Naruto asked, walking in between the new girl and a blushing Hinata.

"Huh? Oh sorry, I kind of forgot," Sakura apologized, gesturing to Ino who was sipping from her milk carton, "Ino-san invited me to lunch with her and her friends." Naruto nodded and grinned foxily.

"Ohayo Sakura-kun! 'Noon Ladies!" Haku grinned, his silver lips curling with the pink blush on his cheeks. Kiba waved at Ino, who glared playfully at him. Tenten made long-drawn 'aw' sounds when Akamaru jumped up to her lap, and began to nuzzle his wet nose against her flat stomach.

"He's so cute!" she squealed, petting his white head politely.

Temari smirked at the sight of the dobe, "Probably the first time I see you out here! I thought you always had detention with ol' man Jiraiya-sama, Naruto!"

"Nah! I always eat lunch in his office, he's stock with the latest porn," before Naruto could speak more, he noticed he was standing over a timid Hinata, "Eh? Hinata-san?" She jumped to his voice, "I didn't know you were friends with Sakura-chan."

He called me 'Hinata-san' instead of plain old 'Hinata!' Hinata was literally shivering with excitement, twiddling her thumbs nervously as she tried to . Sakura grinned, "Of course she is! I think she's a really nice person!"

"Oh? Cool!" He smiled down on her, "So do I!"

Hinata bit her lip from throwing herself on top of the table and doing the 'Hip! Hip! Hooray!' Dance in front of everyone in the field. Hats, fireworks, and everything. She crossed her feet together, and began to poking her index fingers.

"T-Thank y-you, N-Naru-t-to-k-kun…" she whispered bashfully.

"Yo, Hinata-chan!" Kiba cried, pointing to a specific item on her tray, "You want your pudding?"

"I-I—um," Hinata blushed, when she felt more of the beloved sapphire eyes on her, looking at the shape of her slender pale neck and the short curls of her navy hair. Well if he's just looking at her because Kiba asked for her pudding, his beautiful eyes was still looking at her, paying attention to her every moment. She nervously lifted up her small chocolate pudding cup with her two nimble hands, her nails against the plastic while she handed it to Kiba before—

"Hey! I want her pudding too!" Naruto snarled, grinning. Hinata eagerly darted her cup to the blonde, her white eyes were glimmering like polished marble and her face glowed pink. If he wanted pudding, she would be able to give it to him.

"Hell I'll share with you! I like my pudding!" Kiba sniped at him.

Hinata looked alarmed and struggled to not to hand it over to the dog boy.

"But I like pudding too!"

Hinata almost whacked the cup across Naruto's face.

"Gah, this can't work…" Kiba snorted, scratching the back of his neck.

Hinata pushed the pudding closer to Naruto's unmoving face like an offering, but his eyes were on the dog guy instead.

"Well, we obviously can't share…" Naruto pointed out, "How do we decide how who gets the pudding?"

"Hey! Nobody even considers if I wanted the cup!" Temari stood up with her hands on her hip.

"Because nobody cares—" The older blonde's jaw dropped, Kiba turned back to Naruto, "—I say we race for it."

"Nah, I don't want get sweaty…" the flaxen boy ran his hand soothingly through his messy yellow locks, so slowly Hinata's heart raced with each finger that glide over each hair so contently.

"What about Rock Paper Scissors?" Tenten piped, Akamaru barked agreeably on her lap.

"We're not in kindergarten!" Kiba barked, "I'd say we had a blinking contest—"

"That's bad for your eyes!" Haku cried, fluttering his eyelashes. Naruto looked at each person.

"You know, Tenten's idea sounds like good idea," Naruto took out his hand, the group could see a glow-in-dark smiley patterned bandage around his little flickering finger. Sakura and Ino grinned.

Kiba rolled his eyes, putting out his hand, "Fine, we'll play one-on-one—"

"I want the pudding too! They ran out at the cafeteria line!" Temari exclaimed, anxiously outstretching her hand.

"Me too!" Tenten did the same, "It's free food, isn't it?"

"I didn't eat lunch!" Ino raised her arm out, too.

"You have lunch!" Kiba yelped, pointing at the tray in front of her.

A careless shrug, "When would you ever play Rock Paper Scissors this time of age?" Ino asked, bringing some good insight, "Besides I like chocolate."

"She's right! Count me in!" Haku held out his green-manicured fingers, and glanced at Sakura, "You want to play? I mean, its 'pudding'…" He playfully emphasized a great deal to the dessert cup with sparkly brown eyes.

Sakura chuckled and stood up over the table with the others, raising out her hand too, "Okay, whoever wins this game—"

"It's not a game!" Naruto interrupted, bellowing out. He pounded his peacock-puffed chest, "It's a manly sport!"

"MANLY?" Temari, Tenten, and Ino hollered disbelievingly.

Naruto tossed back his head, replying nonchalantly, "No use neglecting."

Sakura laughed, "Alright, alright, whoever just wins this 'sport', gets Hinata-san's pudding."

Hinata had taken amusement in this game, but she wanted to give the pudding to Naruto. She held the cup close to herself diffidently with a trembling smile on her lips. She really hadn't had this much of a company since today.

Other tables had taken interest in the ongoing of the faraway table underneath the beech tree, whispering to the other occupants when the seven people had stood up with their arms pointing to each other's curled knuckles, in a stance you see on television shows where this much cartoon heroes who hold out almost like matching powerful plastic cereal box rings you'd find off toy shops. Some giggled, watching this entertainment. Some rolled their eyes, possibly too mature for this joke. Only certain people had looked at them with curious eyes and had surely not have expected this from fellow students. Hyuuga Neji blinked, he was clearly confused though he didn't show it. Through the years of always avoiding the alien crowd and sitting with popular people almost all his life, he never would have thought he'd see the two clichés clash together.

He glanced at Rock Lee who was smiling, his big round eyes were looking at the seven people with fascination. He than noticed that everyone's head was turned and they leaned closer to each other with hushed voices, a few girls had their eyes narrowed with annoyance while some guys were grimacing at the sight of Uzumaki Naruto. Neji had also realized that even the school bastard Uchiha Sasuke, had looked up (while ignoring the surrounding group of fan girls) and stared emotionlessly at mixed crowd.

Idiots. A frown twitched on his pale lips, Neji picked up his empty tray and left the field.

He was gathered by the rest of the basketball team, before one of the teammates could have finished explaining the sketched out game plan that Gai-sensei, his coach, had planned out, the other guys had heard some whistles and looked to see something faraway while squinting their eyes. Sasuke looked at the table from across the grass patch, with narrowed onyx eyes. His long raven bangs had flown in front his face as he hunched his shoulders. Since no one, especially the author, couldn't interpret what went on in Uchiha Sasuke's head, she decided to skip the poor bastard and move onto the pudding dueling game.

With the long flicks of their elbows and wrists, the seven chosen ones moved their arms moved to their voices, "Rock. Paper. Scissors."

Temari and Haku held out their flat 'paper' palms, Tenten and Kiba had out their 'rock' fists, and Ino and Sakura raised their 'scissor' hands. While they looked down they saw Naruto's hand was faced palm up but his fingers were pointed squiggling and waving. He had on a large shit-eating grin.

"I win!" Naruto proclaimed, making his greedy hands to the pudding cup in Hinata's fingers.

Ino slapped away his hand, "Get away from the prize!"

"No you didn't!" Kiba yelped, bonking his head, "What the hell is that?"

"Of course I won!" Naruto rubbed his anime bruise, waving his fingers again, "I used 'fireball!'" he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, "Nothing can beat it!"

"Oh yeah? Can it beat 'water balloon?'" Tenten exclaimed, holding her fist over his wavy fingers and made the sound of water splashing, snapping out her fingers as the balloon had popped, "Pshhhhh!" and sprinkled her slender hand like rain drops on the extinguished fireball.

"Aw!" Naruto groaned and nodded to the grinning brunette, "Good play."

Tenten beamed.

"That's fucking stupid!" Temari scoffed, "Can we please play the right way?"

"Hmm…I think I'm going to back out," Sakura announced, smiling nervously, "My lunch is kind of cold now…"

"Yeah…" Ino said exasperated, "I already have a pudding," she lifted up a vanilla cup from her tray.

"Yes, chocolate is bad for your arteries," Haku recommended, "Have a nice time playing for delicious heart-killing sin food, guys!" he smiled encouragingly. Tenten shook her head and petted Akamaru over the head, when the last three turned to her.

"THEN WHY DID YOU GUYS PLAY IN THE FIRST PLACE?" Kiba breathed volcanic fire of annoyance.

Temari glared, and held out her hand again to the other boys, "Fine, we'll play without them! But this time no fireball or water balloon…or anything stupid!" she shot a three-dimensional glower in Naruto's direction who just chuckled coyly.

"Alright then!" Kiba howled, their fists moving to the rhythm, "Rock. Paper. Scissors."

In that moment, the dog boy and Temari both held out their pairs of shiny scissors, their grins gleaming on their face when they saw that Naruto had an unlucky 'paper' hand. And in a change of events, in a flash the mustard-color haired boy snatched the pudding from Hinata's nervous sweaty hands, peeling off the lid.

The two gawked at him, and jumped right on top of him, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING? IT WAS ROCK!"

Naruto coughed into his hand, "Water rusts scissors, so it crumbles and breaks. And you use paper to pick it up."

Sakura snorted in her macaroni.

"WHAT?" Kiba roar flabbergasted, Akamaru growled.

"I told you not to try anything stupid!" Temari bitched, ringing around his neck in a headlock.

"I didn't try to do anything stupid," Naruto spat out the last word, and poked his head, "You need brains to figure that logic out." He turned his head from around her tight arms to Temari, looking directly at her—"You have nice breasts by the way."

And in a dash both Kiba and Temari chased him all over the field and cafeteria in a wild cat and mouse, jumping over tables and played hopscotch over people's heads causing everyone to laugh and point at them, encouraging Naruto along as he smacked his lips and ate his chocolate pudding. Tenten had let go of Akamaru accidentally to cheer them off with Ino, so the white dog chased the three around. Sakura whooped with Ino, leaving a blushing stuttering Hinata. She touched her fingers against her cheek, her eyes glowing.

"He's eating my pudding…" she blushed, embarrassingly.

To Be Continued

Ah, childhood games. You got to love them, then hate them and call them stupid, then love them again. Thank you for reviewing!

I couldn't resist but use that Sierra Mist commercial Rock Paper Scissor logic. I thought it was too funny.