The Second Chapter, already? Yes! I am on a roll! I really like how this story is turning out so far, and it's keeping my interest running.

Disclaimer: I don't own, you don't sue. D

Remember, this is the end of summer now, and for those who guessed who the boys were (Sai and Naruto) good job!

Cookies!

Sakura stepped out of the vehicle, and looked up towards her house. It was dusk, and Sakura couldn't see any lights on. Perhaps her mother had to go to work, and left a note?

Hopefully!

Besides, tomorrow school started, and the red haired women was probably out shopping for Sakura's school supplies. Strutting up to the door, Sakura found that it was unlocked. Pushing it open, Sakura slipped inside and brought her baggage with her.

Smiling, she nearly jumped out of her skin when the light was suddenly turned on, and people jumped out of everywhere and screamed out

"SURPR-"

They all stopped and stared at Sakura. That wasn't Sakura. Sakura was a... BIG girl. This person was skinny, curvy... And had short hair. Long, black, and very thick, eyelashes that framed her eyes. Dark eyeliner helped as well. Her eyes, emerald speckled with silver, were half hidden by her eyelids. Everybody followed her curvy lines with their eyes, and Sakura couldn't help but grin. Thus, causing them to stare at her lack of braces, but stare at her perfect teeth.

"Sakura??" Shikamaru stumbled out of the crowd, and Sakura dropped her bags and jumped at him.

"Shika!!" Before Shikamaru could have time to balance himself for her weight, she was already on him, planting a big kiss on his lips. Shika was surprised, Sakura wasn't heavy anymore. She felt lighter then a feather. This was different from what he was use too, and the sudden cause of different weight forced Shika to fall backwards, taking Sakura with him.

"Shikamaru, are you okay?" Sakura, her big eyes staring into his own, whimpered. Meanwhile, everybody was getting a good view of Sakura's round bottom. Most, more so the majority, of the males proceeded to drool everywhere. "Your not hurt, are you?"

Shika laid there. He could feel Sakura's bustyness on his chest, and felt a slight tingle down near his crotch area. 'Your kidding me...'

"Shika... Why is there a-" Sakura's voice was muffled by Shikamaru's hand. By now, everybody had dispersed, and was eating either cake or poking around.

"Sakura, I need to get to your bathroom." Shikamaru released Sakura's mouth, and let her stand up. Sakura, who had just figured out what was wrong with Shikamaru, led him slowly to her bathroom. Which was conveniently in Sakura's bedroom.

On the way there, Shikamaru finally noticed what Sakura was wearing. A black shirt with striped sleeves, and a pair of boy shorts, made from torn jeans. Black as well. Black nail polish, knee high black and white socks, and black shoes. Even her hair looked Gothic.

"Shika- You can stop staring now... And, here's my bathroom." Sakura giggled, her slender hand retracting from Shikamaru's own hand, but was stopped when he pulled hers back.

"Did I say I didn't want you here?" Shikamaru blushed, lightly, and pulled Sakura closer to him. "You know Sakura... It's been two months."

Sakura blushed deeply, but didn't reply seeing as she was suddenly pulled into the bathroom. She tripped and landed on the floor, mean while Shikamaru was locking the door to the bathroom and turning off the lights. Sakura could feel Shikamaru grope around, searching for her, and when Sakura felt something grab her legs, she felt that she was screwed.

"Oh Sakura... I've missed you." Shikamaru chuckled as he leaned over Sakura, he breathed into her face, and Sakura nearly gagged.

Alcohol. His breath reeked of the nasty liquid. That meant...

"Shika, you've been drinking!" Before she could continue, the spiky haired teen unzipped something, Sakura presumed his pants, and began to fiddle with her own. Her eyes widened. She couldn't see very well, but she could make out a slight outline.

"What are you doi- Mmphff!!" Sakura couldn't believe it, he was gagging her! With what though? It felt silky...

EW!! His friggen boxers were in her mouth- Wait. That meant.

Sakura began to struggle, her smaller form, which was a big surprise now, could barely move Shikamaru's bigger frame. He tore her pants from her hips and down her slender legs. He fiddled around with her underwear, a pair of black 'booty shorts', and chuckled. He shoved Sakura's legs open, and positioned himself in front of her opening.

"Oh Sakura... My precious Sakura." His breath once more invaded Sakura's personal area. "I'm going to make you mi-"

BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP!!

Sakura flew up quickly, and fell from her bed in a series of painful noises and thumps. She stood up, and smoothed out her wrinkled clothing. Good god, what a freaky dream. Shaking her head, she looked around and noted that she was in her room. She must have fallen asleep on the way home, and her mother probably dragged her up here. Blinking, Sakura looked around her room, it was still the same...

But it looked different. There wasn't a stitch of pink, just gray, black, and a few greens. Did her mother do this? And how did she know?

Just as Sakura was about to let it go, she remembered the phone call. Her Gramma had gotten to it before she did, and sent Sakura away to go take out the garbage. When she had come back, the older woman had mentioned something about a big change.

"Guess this is what she meant by that." Laughing, Sakura strutted over to her mirror. She looked over at herself. Her hair had been cut off just below the ears, her bangs reaching her shoulders. Her eyes were framed by thick eyelashes, dark as night. Beyond her nose was a pair of rosy lips. Her shoulders were curvy, and lead down to her muscular arms. Slender hands were attached to small wrists, which were placed on her shapely hips. Her boobs, which Sakura was pretty amazed, seemingly stole all her weight and stored the fat in them evenly. Long legs, and cute feet.

In other words, Sakura had become perfect. She still had a few creases though.

Smiling, Sakura leaped towards her dresser, still cherry oak, and pulled out her essential items before leaping towards her bathroom. She was happy to find that her legs didn't hurt at all.

AT SCHOOL!

She was here. Pink hair and all, and not a second to spare. Sakura still had to get to the office, and get her new schedule. Her mother had driven like a lunatic, laughing madly as well. Apparently, coffee, chocolate, and late night romance novels don't go good together.

Well, at least for her mother that is.

Stepping past the gates, Sakura failed to notice the whispers around her.

"Isn't that Sakura Haruno? You know, that fat girl from last year?"

"She ain't fat anymore, I'll tell you that! Check out that ASS!"

"Hello HAWTIE!!"

Of course, Sakura could hear that last comment, and rolled her eyes before sending a rock at the boys head. Growling, she looked at everybody around her, daring them to say one more thing.

When nobody spoke, Sakura grinned and pushed the doors open to the school. She passed by the Computer classrooms, and towards the office. By the time she had reached the comforting zone of the office perimeter, she had just about six boys following her. Not for long, though. Grabbing some random kids book, she flung it like a boomerang at the teens following her.

The book, which was going at an amazing speed, hit each and everyone of them. When the book was flying back, it cracked a few more males heads, before returning completely.

Turning to the guy of whom she borrowed the book from, Sakura smiled.

"Thanks."

He didn't say anything.

Entering the office, Sakura floated towards the desk.

"Hello, Shizu-" Sakura nearly screamed, that was a GUY sitting at Shizune's desk! "Holy FUCK! Your not Shizune!" The boy, whose hair was just as red as her mums, and eyes much lighter than her own, looked up at Sakura. She couldn't help but blush, he was rather cute.

"Ya. You defiantly ain't Shizune, uh...?" Looking for a nameplate, Sakura blinked. There wasn't one, except for the woman Sakura was looking for.

"So... Who are you?"

The man blinked, slowly. To the point where Sakura wanted to slam his head in the desk.

"Gaara... Here's your schedule." Handing Sakura a flimsy sheet of paper with a plastic cover, Sakura inched her hand towards it and grabbed it.

"You have fifteen seconds to get out of here, before I kill you."

"Erk." Racing out of the office, Sakura ran down the hallways. She didn't want to be killed.

Slipping past a few people, and nearly crashing into others, Sakura finally found her first class. Opening the iron door, she threw herself inside, and knocked over somebody. Not bothering to look who it was, she stormed towards an empty seat. There was a lot of them too, so she had a free choice. Just as Sakura was about to sit down, when a hand reached out grabbed her wrist.

Now, Sakura isn't normally the type of girl who would lash out at somebody for grabbing her. But, today was apparently very special. Turning around, Sakura wailed the person a good one. Said person lost their grip on her arm, and staggered backwards.

"And that's what you ge- HOLY SHIT!!"

Whose the mystery person? D More Mystery! Suspense! Love! POWER!!

A lot of you guys may think I'm making Sakura into a Mary-sue, but no worry. She has her creases. Read and Review, love me, and have my children.

Sakura: Perv.

DM: You wound me, Sakura! What about all those times when I gave you a- (WHACK)

Sakura: Don't mention that ever again.