I haven't been disclaiming have I… I feel the lawyers, they loom behind me… O.O Anyways, I own nothing… and that's why I'm here on FANfiction genius. Oh good… they're gone now… fuh.

(Never take life seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyway.)

-Random Quote, found on the 'web'

Recap – because with me, you're going to need it.

"Here. You know you are going to get in trouble for this?"

"Nope, why would I? The teachers have deserted us in this hell hole." I say, grabbing my bag, and then, much to the surprise of the boy in the window, his wrist. With inhuman strength I pull him and his bag out the window and into the mud, slamming the window shut in the same movement. Then I laugh at the now mud covered boy. Apparently he doesn't find it funny.

"You're stupid."

"Ha, for that you have to walk me home." He is silent in disbelief. I laugh more before skipping off, laughing at the squishing mud in my shoes. Glancing back to see if he's coming, I'm surprised to see that he is.

Weirdo.

(cancelled)

"Rain is pretty." I giggle, my socks and shoes now dangling from my hand as I skip through puddles and rivers formed by the precipitation. Little brat boy behind me is sulking. Probably because I took the liberty of washing the mud off him using someone's garden hose. He says I ruined his homework, I said he ruined my week. When he doesn't reply to my lovely statement, I spin dreamily on the spot and continue talking, "It's like the stars are falling around us!"

"That would really hurt, because stars are actually gigantic balls of fire." Neji comments bluntly and I glare at him.

"Fine, don't be romantic." I grumble.

"You want this to be romantic?" He asks, raising his eyebrow in that god awful annoying way. Damn him and his stupid logic.

"No." I protest, chucking my shoe at him. He catches it and throws it back at me. It sails over my head and lands in the road, where it is immediately run over by a bus. I cough awkwardly to cover up my laughter. "You owe me a new pair of shoes now, genius." I dead-pan trying hard not to laugh mercilessly at him. Loser, prat, Wedgie. He grumbles in annoyance as we walk on.

"What shoes do I have to get you?" What? Okay, I wasn't expecting that. I was kind of more leaning towards thinking that he would go and buy me some bright yellow clown shoes or something weird like that. Wordlessly, I hand my remaining shoe to him. He takes it just as silently. We walk on, leaving my flattened left shoe in the puddle.

Darned awkward silence. I'm feeling rather out of character, and I don't like it one bit. Ah, behold, salvation is upon me.

"Oh, err, look, my house, got to go, see you later Neji!" I mutter nervously before dashing into my house. Once the door had shut behind me, I realized that I almost wanted him to ask me to stay. I count the stairs as I dash up them, as I do everyday. Only one thought spirals through my mind.

I can't possibly be falling for a loser with a popsicle up his rear… can I?

(cancelled)

Welcome to Third Person, my friends…

Standing in the rain isn't really the most fun thing to do. Especially if you're staring at a small but cozy looking house with a woman's shoe in you grip. So, the black haired boy shrugged once and continued down the various streets until he reached the secondary gateway into the Hyuuga Compound.

"I'm home." He called as he slipped his shoes off in the entrance to the gigantic mansion.

"Where in Kami's name where you." The question became a statement as a short pre-teen stepped into view at the end of the hall. She marched down the hallway, emanating anger as she stormed towards him.

"I had a detention, Hanabi – sama."

"But you said you'd take me shopping and… wait, why do you have a girl's shoe? You haven't been doing something naughty I hope." The teeny bopper smirked. Neji moaned helplessly and tried not to think of the horrible fact that he now had torture at school and at home.

At least my sports are still safe…

(cancelled)

Welcome back to First Person after that brief message…

One, swoosh.

Two, swoosh.

Three, backboard swoosh.

Four, rim, backboard, swoosh.

Five, backboard, rim, swoo – miss. Bounce, bounce, bounce, silence. Like after she left. Left me all alone. I reached down and picked up the circular orange ball. I dribbled it up to the net and let it fly between the rim again.

"Hey, you!" I turned around sharply, and witnessed the horrible scene of Genma pointing wildly in my general direction. I know exactly whom he's referring too, but I insist on turning around and acting like I think he has no sanity and is talking to the wall.

"Me?" I say after five wasted minutes of scanning the wall in a fugal hope that he wasn't talking to me. No such luck.

"Yes, you." Genma snapped, walking over to me and grabbing the ball from my hands. "I've decided. Instead of reporting all the annoying things you've done, including skipping class and detention, you will be accompanying me and the basketball team to the training camp next week."

"The basketball team and I." I corrected his infringement upon the laws of English grammar. Kakashi-sensei would have rolled over in his grave, oh wait, he's not dead yet. Fine Kakashi, ruin my phrase by not being dead. Oh, I'm talking to myself again, aren't I?

"Whatever." Said Genma. I muttered something along the lines of 'all brawn and no brains' but he ignored me and continued his incessant ramblings. "I will get parental permission and you will be coming on the trip as assistant coach. Oh, and one more thing, It's an all boy's training camp, so you're going to have to disguise yourself as a boy."

"WHAT?!" I screamed at the buffoon in front of me. Okay, I've always want to dress as a guy to mess with people, but this is crazy, I'd have to live with them for a week! Ew, and not to offend anyone or anything, but guys are gross.

"You heard me, and unless you want your detention escapade story to come out." Darnn, a threat I can't do anything about without my principal handing me from the ceiling by my thumbs. And I'm not over exaggerating by much. She seriously did do that to someone once.

"Fine. What do I need to do?" I sighed, giving in. Genma gave me a 'I knew you'd come around' grin and handed me a piece of paper from his clipboard before waving cheerily and walked out of the gym, whistling like a teapot. I glanced at the paper and groaned.

Why do I feel like I've sold my soul to the devil?

With a sigh I decided that it wasn't worth the trouble of agonizing over it, and so I grabbed my messenger bag from the ground by the hoop and shoved the paper in carelessly, it'll get out relatively flat anyways. Ho hum, pig's bum.

I flounced into the change rooms after my horrid before-school experience. A grimace graced my features as I unlocked my gym locker and groaned. First block is to early to have to brave Physical Education, also known as the burning fires of hell. I pulled out my gym 'uniform' that the stupid fan girls had designed in their spare time and forced all the girls in the school to wear it. I think they were running low one fabric or something when they designed this stupid thing, because it covers like, nothing.

They replaced the old half-decent one with black short shorts (which I took the liberty of exchanging for a pair of black basketball shorts) and a red tank top. I am so thankful my fan girl supportive teacher has never noticed that I replaced my uniform with the guy's uniform bottoms. I left the top, because it's almost normal. He probably thinks I'm a guy or something. An it, possibly. Mine you, he thinks anything that's not a slut is an it, so there you go. I guess males are it's to him too, not that it matters.

Oh great. Whist I was contemplating the 'it- ness' of my great and esteemed PE teacher, the rabid giggling has drawn up into my personal bubble. Before I could slam my locker and escape, a whole stamped of fan girls (i.e. My sad excuse for a gym class) burst in and began changing into their slut outfits – I mean, their PE strip. I shut my locker, too late, and put the padlock back on.

"Hey, Tenten-san, you got a crush yet?" Oh god, it's her. One track mind girl of the random questions. I turned around, bring my smile of pain back into the world.

"No, my dear Jaemmie, I have not, and I would find it very helpful if you did not actually ask me this entirely irrelevant question every single time you encounter me." I said, trying to inch away from the European girl. If she even understood anything I said she didn't show it.

"Oh, well, you know you can always join the Hyuuga Neji Fanclub, I'm president, you know!" Jaemmie giggled. I practically died choking on my own spit.

"I don't believe in fanclubs, they are against my religious principles." I managed to choke out. I pride myself upon being able to keep up my humour even as my life (by choking) looms on the horizon.

"Oh, well then," Gosh, is that her catch phrase or something? Good grief. ""Whenever you want to join, dear Tenten-san, come find me!" she gave me a supermodel grin. I grimaced back. I would rather swim in shark infested waters. It's safer than entering the world of fan girls… much, much safer.

Time to take my leave, methinks. I have this gut feeling that the fan girls are going to start trying to make me join their fanclubs now. As I evacuated the change rooms I could hear their biting cries of 'Sasuke', 'Neji', and 'rubber duckies' chase me out. Wait, rubber duckies, what the heck?

Approaching Jiraiya-baka is dangerous business. Very, very dangerous business. Anyhow, after I made it to the gym without having to sign up for any clubs of fan girl sponsored things, I found out for my hopeless excuse for a PE teacher standing with the other hopeless excuse for a PE teacher, nay, a human being (Genma, FYI) and the entire boys class.

"Tenten-san, we're going to be playing boy's versus girls dodge ball. Any questions?" Jiraiya asked me in a tone that meant, do it or I kill you dead.

"Yeah, it seems more like, me versus the guys, not girls versus guys, because the other girls will just let themselves be hit because they lack backbone." I pointed out as the rest of the horribly giggly girls came walking into the gym and swooned over the sight of the guy's class, as they do every day.

"And that, dear Tenten-san, is why Jiraiya-sensei must be giving them C's and you an A." Genma said firmly. Jiraiya bent down to whisper in his ears.

"Actually, the pervert standing next to you gives me a C and the losers in slut outfits and A. If you must know." I said, smiling sweetly up at the ashamed face of Jiraiya (better be, loser) and the angry face of Genma. The white haired man coughed awkwardly.

"Uh, we better start now." He said and rushed off to pass out small red bouncy balls. Loser. Genma apologized to me, but I shrugged it off, I really could care less. As long as I pass and never get him as a PE teacher ever again, I'm good. I picked up one of the red balls and proceeded to scan the boy's class for the person I hate the most out of them.

Hm, who's in the guy's class anyways, the fan girls would know… ew, the Stupid Five is there, coincidentally. Ha, I should peg Wedgie-o in revenge for getting me into this whole stupid basketball thing. Haha, my plan shall not fail!

Time to kick some girly arse.

To be continued…

Hi, just want to say sorry for a short and non-funny chapter… I wanted to update on the weekend, and it ended up being short… enjoy and review please!

- Kugi