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Disclaimer: I have 26 people living in my head…They made me do it! ( I own nothing!)

Ch. 3: Could It Get Any Worse?

Ring!

Ring!

Ring!

"Okay you little maggots, read the next four chapters in your chemistry book for homework. You will have a test on the material tomorrow. Dismissed!"

The students quickly ran out the door. Sakura was stunned, she didn't think you teacher could be so mean.

"Hinata, is Orochimaru always like that? Does he always make you miss lunch?" (All the teachers are called by first names.)

"Unfortunately, yes he is. We better hurry, we'll be late for gym."

"What's so special about gym?"

"You get to pick between four activities: cheerleading, football, written work, and martial arts."

"Awesome! So, who does written work?"

"Shikamaru and his crew."

"Oh, right. Should've seen that coming."

The girls ran to the gym and into the locker room. The preps were already there. A girl with long blond hair, blue eyes, wearing pink lipstick and eye shadow (eww pink), a short purple tank top that came just above her bellybutton, a pair of tight blue jeans, and a white pair of Nikes, was the first to speak.

"Who's the new freak?"

"That's a good question, isn't it Hinata? I think I'll ask one of my own. Who's the old slut?"

"WHAT! You little…"

"I wouldn't call me anything other than freak if you want to keep your face pretty, Ino."

"How did you know my name? I will not be threatened by you. You're just an insignificant little bitch."

"First of all, I know the lead slut when I see her, second you shouldn't have called me a bitch."

The next thing any of the girls knew, Ino was up against the lockers. Her face was pressed pretty hard against the wall and her nose was bleeding.

"I let you off with a warning this time, since you're going to have a pretty big bruise on your cheek and I almost broke your nose. Fuck with me again, I'll make sure that you wish you'd never been born. Got that?"

"Y-yes, please l-let me go."

Sakura released the girl and pushed her to her friends. The girl looked at her horrified.

"Oh and if any one of you open your mouth about this incident, your life will be a living hell."

"W-we won't say a-anything. W-we p-promise."

"Oh and the name's Sakura. You can call me that or Freak. I don't care, but don't call me anything else or say anything about my parents."

Sakura hurriedly went to change her clothes. She took one look at the outfit and nearly fell over.

"What the hell! Hinata is this some kind of joke?"

"No, that's what we have to wear."

"When you said short-shorts and tank top I thought you wee kidding."

"No, sorry. It's actually not a short as it looks."

"Yeah on you, but I'm 5'7! It's going to be two inches shorter on me than you! Oh, this is just great! Could it get any worse!"

"Yes, you have to wear that all year long."

"Oh gee, thanks Hinata. That made me feel a lot better." her voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Sorry, just telling the truth. Wow, I guess that it is shorter on you. You look hot, in a weird way. No offense. What's with the black Nikes?"

"Oh, I wear then when I fight with people. They're more comfortable."

Before heading out, Sakura looked at herself in the mirror. The tank top came a few inches above her betty button and the shorts just barely covered her enough for her liking.

'God, I can't go out there looking like this. Guys will know I'm absolutely hot, and I can't have that. It will ruin my bad-ass reputation. I know…'

Before Sakura headed out the door, she grabbed her bag and pulled out a long trench coat, that was especially made to hug her curves. It was black latex and made her look like the just stepped out of the Matrix. (I wanted some humor.) When she walked out the door, everybody was staring at her.

"Damn, I wish I could hit that!"

"She looks like a total tramp!"

That pissed her off and she turned around and shouted at the girl.

"YOU WOULD KNOW, BITCH!"

The girl looked like someone had just slapped her. Sakura calmly made her way to her new friends. They all gave her a puzzled look and she sighed.

"What's with the coat Sakura?"

"You saw I looked in that uniform Hinata. If other people saw, I don't think I could live it down."

Sakura took a seat in between Gaara and Hinata.

"And just how do you look in the uniform Sakura?"

"Fuck off Gaara. I'll never let anybody else see. Never."

"Never huh?"

"Never."

Gaara was about to tackle her and rip her coat off, when the teacher came in.

"Okay everybody, my name's Iruka and this is gym. Are you the new student…Sakura?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry, but you aren't allowed to have coats on in gym."

"But I'm cold."

"I'm sorry it's the rules."

"Fine."

Sakura slowly got up and unzipped the coat and threw it on the bleachers. Before she even had a chance to sit down, the boys from the other side of the gym started in with their cat calls.

"Looks at those creamy smooth legs."

"What I wouldn't give…"

"That's enough. I'm sorry Sakura. Sometimes the boys don't know when to shut up."

Gaara was still vaguely aware of the girl next to him.

'She does look pretty hot. She has a nice toned body, and those legs…' 'Yeah, and she has a nice ass too.''Go away!' 'Fine! Asshole!'

"So, what activity are you going to be doing for the rest of the year Sakura?"

"Martial arts."

"Okay, let me explain the rules. You can use weapons, such as kunai, shrunken, and swords. You can do hand to hand combat. We only ask that you do not inflict any damage to the students. If you use weapons, you are not allowed to seriously injure another person. Before you can fight with the other students, your parents must sign a release stating that the school will not be sued if you are injured."

"My parents are…dead. I live alone, so I have to give my own consent."

"Okay, please come down and sign the paper, and if you have any of your weapons go get them. Today, all the students who are in the martial arts activity will have use of the gym."

Sakura did as she was told and then strode into the girl's locker room. She strapped her swords to her back and tied her kunai and shuriken holders onto her thighs. (Her swords are custom made by the way.) After she entered the gym again, she heard whispers.

"She looks like she out to kill!"

"I know, but it looks hot as hell."

"I wouldn't mind if she played with my sword."

Sakura once again was pissed as she took her seat next to Gaara. Hinata noticed and decided to cool her down.

"So, who would you like to fight Sakura?"

"Who's has been beat the most times?"

"Well, Naruto, Tenten, and I have the same amount of wins and loses. Neji, Gaara, and yourself have yet to be beat."

"I'll fight you Sakura."

"Your funeral Neji."

Sakura led him to the middle of the rather large gym. All the students turned their attention to the pair of people in the middle of the gym. Sakura could hear betting take place.

"I bet Neji beats her good."

"He's never been defeated, how's some weak little girl gonna beat him now?"

"I think she might be able to do it. I mean she's already beat up Sasuke, Gaara, Ino, and Shikamaru."

"No way, she doesn't look that strong."

"Ready?"

"Only when you are pretty boy." Neji looked stunned.

"Pretty boy? Wha…"

Sakura took that time to attack and successfully landed a punch that threw him backwards. He hit the opposite wall and fell on his ass, passed out.

"First rule in fighting me, never lose focus. Sorry I knocked out your boyfriend Tenten."

"It's okay, you were awesome!"

"So, Gaara, you ready to fight?"

"Yes. Sword fight. Shuriken and kunai to allowed. No kick and punches. First to give a wound to the other wins."

"Deal."

Sakura removed her pouches and tossed them to Hinata. Gaara drew his swords. The hilts were black and had a red dragons on them. Sakura took a moment to analyze his swords as he took his fighting position.

'They're sharp, but not very balanced. They look somewhat old. He favors his right hand.'

Sakura took her fighting position as well. She drew her swords and everybody gaped at them. The hilts were blood red and had black dragons on them. They were longer than Gaara's by a few inches and the looked perfectly balanced. She twirled them around and once again took her stance. Gaara gave her the once over and decided to speak.

"Are you sure you can handle those swords? You have a better chance of beating Neji at sword fighting than you do me."

Sakura launched her attack. Sparks flew as steel met steel. Sakura threw him back and he stumbled slightly, giving Sakura the opportunity she needed. She connected the two swords at the base and ran at him. When she neared, she knocked him down. She pinned his hands down with her legs and sat on his chest with her sword at his throat. She leaned down and whispered in his ear.

"I guess I won."

She pushed his shirt up and gave him two small marks on his chest, while Iruka called the winner.

"The winner is Sakura. Nice job. You are the first person to beat Gaara and Neji."

"Thank you. I haven't trained to be a master since I was six for nothing!"

"Six! You started sword training when you were six! I didn't start till five years ago!"

"Well, Gaara, I actually started my sword training when I was five. You should have known that if I could punch you, I could beat you in a sword fight."

"Bi…"

"I wouldn't call me that. Remember what happened to Sasuke?"

"Yes, I don't want to be on your bad side. I have one question though."

"What?"

"Do you still want to find that empty classroom?"

Sakura couldn't help but smile. I mean he was smirking at her. After he stopped smirking, she helped him up. (She was till sitting on him. HEHE!) When she started towards her seat, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around and inspected the person who stopped her. The first of the two to speak was a girl with blond hair out up into four ponytails, she was wearing purple eye shadow and pink lipstick, a bright purple tank top that said "Don't Hate Me Because I'm Beautiful, Hate Me Because Your Man Thinks So", a tight fitting pair of jeans, and a purple pair of Nikes.

"Hi, I'm Temari. You're a really good fighter."

"Thanks."

The next person to speak was a boy with blonde medium length hair, wearing a gray shirt that said "Kankuro", blue jeans, and a pair of white Nikes. (Yes, he has blonde hair in this fic. TeeHee!)

"Kankuro. Nice to meet ya. You're the first person to ever beat our brother and his friend. Nice job, Sexy."

Sakura sweat dropped and tried not to hit the boy. Gaara saw this and decided to say something.

"Hey Dumbass, don't call her Sexy. She doesn't like it."

"Right, sorry Sakura. It was an awesome match. I can't believe you beat them so fast."

"Well, it's not hard to catch them off balance. You just have to wait for the right time."

Sakura waved and sat down beside Hinata. While they were chatting, Gaara talked to his siblings.

"What do you guys want?"

"Well, I want her. Do you know where she lives?"
"No Kankuro."

"Damn."

"Well, I think she and I might get along. I want to be her friend."

"Well, go for it then."

Gaara sat down beside Sakura, who gave him a bright smile.

'Do I like her? No, I can't. I haven't liked anyone since my parents died.' 'You might like her if you give her a chance. Besides, you already think she's sexy.' 'I'm never going to get rid of you am I?' 'No.'

"Gaara? Are you okay?"

"Hm? Yeah Sakura, I'm fine."

"Well, do you want to come over to my house tonight? Everyone else is going to be there. Temari and Kankuro are of course invited."

"Sure, what time should I come over?"

"About four o'clock. That way I'll have enough time to take my shower."

"Okay, see you then."

Author's Note: Will Gaara go out with Sakura? Will Kankuro go out with Sakura? What's with Sasuke? Only I know! MWUHAHA! Next chappie holds a surprise!