DISCLAIMER: All Naruto-affiliated things aren't owned by me BECAUSE I DON'T OWN THEM. GRAWR.

If things get a little confusing, sorry. Just point it out and I'll try to elaborate later.

DIVISION A'S REQUIREMENTS :CHAPTER TWO:

Hyuuga Neji was about ready to blow his head up, just for the sake of making his damned fangirls stop stalking him. Unfortunately, that would be the death of him – so he decided against it.

Yet the problem of those giggling slabs of – never mind, they were all anorexic looking – those giggling sheets of talking, walking, horrid-looking paper things wasn't going to be solved anytime soon at this rate. And if he ever solved it, Neji figured he'd be dead first.

So here he was, trudging across campus back to the dorm, and praying to the Gods that at least maybe he could get home without any of them approaching him.

Shit. To make this clear, a Hyuuga never curses unless under severe circumstances.

Out of the corner of his white eyes, he caught a slight shift in the monstrous crowd of buzzing bees that they were…

Oh no. No. That is not going to happen.

A group of about five or six were taking dainty little steps towards him.

Neji took immediate reaction.

With a grunt, he hurriedly shifted his Adidas sports bag to a comfortable position hanging over his back, and then sprinted off at top speed.

He barely heard the whines behind him, and chose to purposefully ignore the sighs and murmurs of "What a man…", and gay things like "Ohhh, Neeeeji-kunnn…".

At least I am not an Uchiha…

"Ohhh, Sasuuuu-kunnn…" called a most whiny voice that was probably intended to sound seductive. Instead, it came out as a rather…disturbing trill; it reminded him oddly of banshees.

"Fuck." That's all he said. And without another word, he grabbed his bag and took off.

Seems Uchiha Sasuke was having about as good a time as Neji was.

So with unison thoughts, they both were screaming one thing…

FUCK. FANGIRLS. I'M GOING TO DIE.

Meanwhile, a certain black-haired man was hanging out on the school roof, doing nothing but idly lying there and watching as the red and purple clouds went by.

"Ah…not fair…" he mumbled to himself, eyes giving off a lazy impression. "I wanna be a cloud …"

Then, as if suddenly realizing something, his eyes shot back open and he sat up quickly.

I forgot…I'm supposed to show that new kid around.

He raised a hand slowly to scratch the back of his head, right below his spiky ponytail. The rays of light from sunset glinted off his diamond stud earrings as he yawned and sighed.

Shikamaru shuffled to his feet, stuck his gloved hands in his pockets, took one last look at the clouds, and then promptly jumped off the roof.

Which also prompted several girly screams and lovey-dovey sighs from some weird corner of the roof.

Not that Shikamaru even heard it. Having jumped off, he'd reached forward and grabbed the window ledge between the first and second floor, and then swung to the ground smoothly.

His line of thinking for doing this went something along the lines of "That stairs are too troublesome."

He didn't mention the fact that fangirls were always waiting by the stairs.

So, with a slow pace – unlike Sasuke and Neji, who were running for their lives – Shikamaru tiredly started walking.

Wait…where is the new kid anyway?

He blinked. Well, shit.

A couple minutes later, and a few more yawns, Shikamaru decided to just go back and get his stuff unpacked.

Maybe he won't come 'til tomorrow. Didn't see him today…

Getting to the dorm from the Division A's building took only a few minutes, so it was this way that he unwittingly got back before Sasuke or Neji – who were both still sprinting for their lives.

On the other hand, Naruto was busy scratching his head and wondering why Sakura was even here in the first place. It only just occurred to him…that their school division, Division A…had a rule.

Did Ero-sennin put her in our class on purpose?

Because at the end of the day, Naruto finally remembered an important piece of information:

Division A was for the special students – for the special male students.

Having reached their new home first, Shikamaru stumbled in yawning and sighing. He shifted his shoes off, too lazy to use his hands, and threw them onto the rack.

And then, for the second time today, something made his eyes snap open. Next to the rack was a pair of mountain-climbing boots. He was sure they hadn't been there in the morning, because the last one to leave the house had been him. (He'd left exactly at 6:20 and wasn't even scolded for being late – their teacher had been even later.)

It was plausible if Neji or Sasuke came back and unpacked more of their shoes or something (though he thought Neji had already forced them all to unpack the whole shoe collection so he could organize it), but that thought was slightly disturbing.

There was no way, and he bent down to check, that any of them could wear size 5 shoes. Upon close inspection, there was absolutely no fucking way that any of them could wear size 5 women's shoes.

And Shikamaru was the only one home. They'd all registered with the outside reader – if Neji or Sasuke were home, there names would have appeared in the "INSIDE" list rather than on the "OUTSIDE" list.

It was this that caused him to take cautious, silent footsteps down the hallway. He supposed whoever came in had already heard his slamming of the door, but it was never a bad thing to act on the safe side.

Eyes alert, and fingers gently skimming the wall, he made his way across the study room.

Possibility of person being the last roommate and that new kid – almost 95 percent. The chance that he's gay based on those shoes...– no, I'd rather not calculate that.

So, sliding back into his earlier relaxed, lazy posture and demeanor, he knocked on the little black door of the last room none of them had chosen.

No answer.

Therefore, Shikamaru just opened the door and took a step inside. Just one step, because what his eyes fell upon stopped him from taking anymore after that.

There weren't many times that Shikamaru made wrong calculations – in some way or another, they'd all been correct. There was one time when he'd guessed Neji would be slaughtered by fangirls after shooting the winning goal to a soccer game – he'd been wrong, because Naruto had pulled him off the field right after and sat him in between him and Shikamaru.

The fangirls didn't approach on the fear of getting killed by any of the other men's fangirls.

That'd probably been the only time he had guessed wrong ever since starting school at the International Institute of Learning – Elementary School.

But this…took his miscalculations onto a whole new level.

On the bed was a sleeping, beautiful woman with startling pink hair. Shikamaru didn't have hormone problems – she was just naturally pretty. Her hair was long and thin – swept up into a high ponytail, soft bangs grazed her cheeks from the position she was lying in on her left side. She was wearing a long-sleeved turtleneck that developed into a mask onto the bottom portion of her face, which caused him to toy with the idea of her being related to Kakashi-sensei. Her lower half was covered with dark blue skinny jeans, and a white FCUK sweatshirt (he could just make out the words) was wrapped around her waist. Shikamaru oddly found himself wishing she would open her eyes.

He briefly wondered if he might have been seeing things, or the beautiful woman sleeping peacefully on the bed might have just been a wandering traveler that got tired, but those ideas were immediately fired down.

One: because his eyesight was 20/20.

Two: he wasn't prone to hallucinations.

Three: There was this kind of girly-looking duffle bag right beside her.

Four: No way could she have gotten in without the right keys, meaning someone gave them to her or she stole them.

Five: she definitely didn't steal them. No thief has pink hair. Even if they wore weird masks.

Six: He wasn't getting anywhere just by standing there.

Seven: The Principal was going to have to explain a hell lot of things before this day ended.

With that in mind, Shikamaru moaned and thumped his head against the doorway a couple times.

What a draaag…

This actually made the girl on the bed stir – he'd forgotten she was there for a second. Shikamaru stiffened, as her eyes slowly started to blink open…

Sakura had been dreaming about lovely black chrysanthemums dancing amidst the evil, pink graveyards, before there was suddenly this loud thumping sound.

At first, she figured the zombies were trying to rise and she was so happy! I get to see zombies!

But then she woke up.

Well, damn. So much for zombies.

And then her eyes started to open.

I think I just missed the first day of school.

And that's when she fully awoke and attempted to sit up and get off the bed at the same time. The end result was her landing on her butt and clutching an arm that fell asleep.

"Aw shit…" she groaned, and pressed down on a pressure point in her fore-arm – the arm immediately woke up. It paid off to study medicine with Tsunade – she developed millions of shortcuts, being too lazy to go through the whole process.

"Missed the damn first day of school…well fuck," Sakura mumbled, yawning and ruffling her hair.

"Yeah, you sure as hell did," drawled a manly voice in front of her. She froze.

Looking up slowly, there was tall man with a spiky ponytail standing in front of her. His posture just screamed "I don't give a damn", not to mention the way he wore his crumpled school uniform.

She took a deep breath, and then breathed out slowly – just like before. Sakura was glad she'd at least gone to sleep with her mask on this time – and it gave her time to force her facial expressions to a poker face.

"Nice to meet you," she said – monotone. He didn't look surprised at the lack of emotion in her voice at all – rather, it looked as if he was used to it.

"Yeah, how troublesome…" he continued drawling. "Listen, you need to come with me to the Main Office, to get things cleared up."

Sakura didn't move from her sitting spot on the floor. Which was getting kind of comfortable.

"I'm the new student here; I've already been to the Main Office."

"Then have you read the folder of information?" he asked, now looking interested.

"Not completely."

"Then I still have to explain the problem?"

"…You have a problem with me living here?" Her voice started to take on an irritated tone.

Shikamaru sighed, shutting his eyes. This is like an Uchiha reborn, right here.

"No, the problem is that you're in Division A."

"Oh, so I'm not good enough to be in Division A?!"

"Not that."

"Then what do you want?"

"…How troublesome…" He shuffled past her and grabbed the blue folder sitting on her desk. Flipping through, he stopped triumphantly at the page describing the divisions of the High School.

"Here," he said, sticking it in her face. "Read Division A's summary."

Her eyes scanned the page fast, almost surprising him with her reading speed, until he saw her get to the part that was the most important.

She finally expressed an emotion – disdain and disbelief flitted across.

"Fuck."

Shikamaru nodded. "Yeah, fuck. So why are you here?"

"I got in by way through scholarship, full scores. Ero-sen—I mean, the Principal put me into Division A…"

She suddenly took on a face of understanding, before shifting it to a glare equal to an Uchiha's death glare. Shikamaru mentally took a note – "Never piss off super smart pink-haired girls wearing weird Kakashi-sensei masks".

"Jiraiya…" she growled, eyes alight with fury.

"I'm sorry for the trouble," Sakura bowed to the man, standing up with clenched fists. "And by the end of the day your principal will probably be dead, so I'm going to apologize for that beforehand."

Shikamaru sweatdropped, raising an eyebrow at her words. He caught her wrist as she started to leave the room. This is who I lost my number one place for years to?

"Hey, hey…I'd rather you not kill our principal. And you called him Ero-sennin?" he mentioned. "That's what one of my friends calls him."

"Oh, then you're friends with Naruto?" she asked, seemingly forgetting her plan to pummel Jiraiya into the next few centuries.

"Yeah, the blonde kid." Sakura then remembered many of her memories with Naruto's visits, including a certain characteristic of his.

"…Would it be bad if there were people who knew I was a girl and I was accepted into Division A?"

Shikamaru's brow furrowed. "Yes…why?"

"Because Naruto knows."

All conversation ditched, Shikamaru immediately dropped everything and grabbed her wrist again. They ran out the door, she having to pull on a pair of flip-flops way too big and belonging to someone else in order to catch up to him.

"Why are we rushing?" Sakura questioned, walking fast next to him.

"Because Naruto knows," he responded, not explaining anymore. He didn't need to – Sakura knew how Naruto was one you could never EVER shut up.

"Shit." And so she doubled her pace, before looking back at Shikamaru.

"I never got your name…?"

"Nara Shikamaru. You're Sakura," he said, with a matter of fact tone. He'd read her folder of information, after all.

"Great. Now where's Naruto?" Shikamaru shook his head.

"I have no idea." She raised a skeptical eyebrow in return.

"Then why the hell are we running?"

"Because we need to get to the damned troublesome Principal before Naruto tells the whole world of your existence."

"Good enough."

And they speed-walked the rest of the way in tense silence.

I haven't even been here for a day, and the drama already begins. So much for a peaceful life, Sakura groaned.

"Hn…?" Neji panted, finally reaching the dorm room. He swiped his card in – even if only to show that he was home, because their front door was apparently not even closed.

He prayed to God, once again, that a fangirl wasn't able to sneak in…

Looking at the list of people at home, he noticed Shikamaru was still signed in. Shikamaru wouldn't leave the door hanging open. He has his own fangirls to deal with…

Several thudding footsteps sounded to his left, where Neji saw Sasuke running towards him.

"Hn." They both greeted each other at the same time, just nodding their heads in acknowledgement. Sasuke moved to swipe his own card, before pausing to raise an eyebrow at the door.

"It seems Shikamaru left in a hurry. He wouldn't leave the door open if he was home," Neji explained.

"Must have been urgent," Sasuke grunted. (A/N: Jeez, men with their grunts.)

Having successfully signed into the card system, they filed into the house tiredly – running from fangirls was worse than soccer practice, Neji decided.

There was one thing both cold-hearted geniuses were known for – their miraculous insight. It wasn't something that was easy to explain, but Neji decreed that it was a trait within his Hyuuga family. Their blank, almost translucent eyes always seemed to be looking right through you. He had an idea of what you wanted to say or what you were feeling even before you expressed it.

Sasuke never said anything about it, but sometimes his eye would burn into a crimson red sort of color. Of course, whenever that happened the fangirls would go completely berserk and swoon over "Sasu-kun, His Gorgeousness"…which made Neji let out an amused smirk.

At least until his fangirls started swooning over his hair, and then Sasuke returned the smirk.

The relationship between them was a weird one – they were friends, yes, but rarely did anybody see them interact more than sneering at each other or running away from fangirls together. Their relationship was more like a silent sort of respect that they had for each other.

So because they were both incredibly smart, meaning at the top of their class, they were privileged to live in Dorm S, which they were entering now. Dorm S was reserved for the Top Four Division A students in sophomore year – last year, as freshmen, they'd bunked with Shikamaru and Shino in another house just as fancy, if not less, than this one.

This year, Shino didn't make it into the Top Four. (He started his sulking practice right after that.) Instead, Neji was shocked to find that he was number four – last year, he'd been number two. Sasuke stayed in his third chair, but Shikamaru…Shikamaru, who had always held seat one for as long as Neji could remember since their days in Elementary School… The very same Shikamaru was now number two.

What made everything worse was that whoever the number one person was, he didn't show up in the morning – and he didn't show up for class either. Sasuke hoped they'd just kick him out and move all their chairs up by one – then maybe bring Shino back. Having Shino with them had always warded off some fangirls… and he made some nice conversation, if you could talk about something very far related from bugs.

Either way, Sasuke and Neji were extremely intelligent – enough to graduate a normal high school, if they attended one. So because of their intelligence, there weren't many things that escaped their attention or their incredible insight.

Including the fact that Shikamaru, no matter how lazy he was, would never leave the door hanging open like that – unless the building was about to blow up.

Nor did it escape their attention that apparently some weird shoes were piled neatly alongside Neji's girly tendency of organizing everything – in Sasuke's perspective, at least.

"Uchiha, do not tell me those puny girl shoes are yours," Neji stated, eyes narrowing at the strange black boots. Well…at least the person was respectful enough to line them up with his organization.

"Are you mad, Hyuuga? And where the hell did my flip-flops go?" he retorted, dreading that a fangirl might have stolen them. Neji blinked. He'd actually missed something the Uchiha had caught. That was a bad omen.

"A bad omen. I missed that," he told Sasuke, who immediately understood. They weren't too egotistical to shove it in each others faces when one caught something the other didn't – rather, because they knew each other well, both took it as a bad omen.

"Hn. I'm going to check the rest of the house," Sasuke muttered, walking off and throwing his sports bag onto the couches. Neji followed suit.

There didn't seem to be much out of place. Shikamaru's bag was slung over the stairs – that was normal, it had been his habit ever since he was little. Everything else seemed pretty much untouched.

Except when they heard a creaking sound. Turning around sharply, both tensed in case thief or, Gods above, a fangirl was in their home. Neji let out a small sigh of relief when he didn't see any.

Instead, the door to the last bedroom neither of them had taken was swinging back and forth.

Curiously, Sasuke crept forward to look inside. Upon first glance, he understood one thing.

"New kid was here," he grunted to Neji. Neji came over to look as well, both shuffling into the little black room. While he perused over the weirdly girly duffle bag on the bed, and how it looked slightly rumpled as if someone had slept on it (that irritated him, rumpled sheets), Sasuke bent to pick up the paper scattered all over the floor.

He shuffled through a few, realizing it was the folder of info they'd all gotten on the first day of school when they joined. His came to him in Fourth grade, which was the lowest grade I.I.L provided school for.

"Sakura, no recorded last name," he read out loud, fishing out her personal information. Neji sat on the bed and settled into a brooding position, tilting his head to show he was listening.

"Gender…Female," Sasuke continued, amazed at what he was reading.

"Student of: Division A. Status: Number One. On-Campus Dorm: Dorm…S," he pronounced, voice low and amused.

"Division A does not allow females," Neji stated bluntly, eyes narrowed in slight anger. He didn't voice the word 'females' with contempt, but just as if he was naturally stating the rules.

"The smartest girls are in Division B," Sasuke finished for him. Both just stared at each other for a while.

"I take it this is why Shikamaru ran off," Sasuke continued muttering to himself. Neji shook his head.

"No, Shikamaru would not run off with…Sakura, if that was the only reason," he said in dissent. "There must have been another factor we do not know."

At that moment, a loud pounding sounded on their door.

"YOOOOOO! TEMEEEEE, FATE-BASTAAARD, LET ME INNNNNNN!!" yelled a certain loud-mouthed blonde.

Neji shut his eyes in irritation, while Sasuke visible cringed.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, DOBE!" he roared back, slamming the file down onto the desk and going to open the door.

Neji decided to take the file with him, close the bedroom door gently, and then join him.

"Well, you guys wouldn't hear me otherwise—"

"No, dobe, there's such thing as a doorbell—"

"—So I just yelled, and have you seen a girl—"

"—which you can press and…wait, a girl?"

"—with like pink hair, and green eyes, and—"

Neji stormed in to stop their petty argument by slapping Naruto in the head with Sakura's folder.

"What girl, dobe?" Sasuke asked. Naruto blinked.

"Teme, I always thought you were gay, why are you so interest—"

"Shut up," he scowled. "Just name the girl."

"Oh, I'm looking for Sakura-chan. See, the funny thing is she said she was in Division A when I ran into her earlier – you know we've actually been good friends for a while? Anyway, I thought I heard her wrong, I mean how could she be in Division A? I didn't even see her in class today so she probably went to Division B but you never know and I can't find her now…Oh , and she calls Ero-sennin Ero-sennin as well which makes her pretty cool and she has this really pretty pink hair and these really cool green eye things that always get mad at me, and you know, actually, her punches really hurt sometimes when I start rambling because she punches me a lot and…hey, are you guys even listening?!" he paused, annoyed.

Neji and Sasuke had stopped listening around the point where Naruto said he knew she was in Division A.

"This is why Shikamaru was in a hurry," Neji muttered. "She probably told him Naruto already knew."

"I'd rather not meet a friend of the dobe," Sasuke muttered as well. "And now I wonder who else knows, since Naruto probably screamed it for the whole world to hear…"

Thus, they both slouched down onto the couches to continue listening to Naruto ramble on from Sakura, to ramen, to HInata (at which Neji twitched dangerously), to beef ramen, to every damned typed of ramen in the world.

By the time Naruto was finished, the clock said it was already 8:18, and Shikamaru and Sakura were still not back yet. Neji took Naruto finishing as the cue to wake up from his half-conscious slumber. He tapped Sasuke once on the shoulder, and upon receiving a glare in return, he pointed to Naruto who was lying in another couch and drooling in whatever dream he was having.

"We should probably," Neji murmured quietly, "go join Shikamaru and the girl." Sasuke nodded, a gesture so small a normal person would not have a caught it.

"We go to the Main Office," he murmured back, and both got up to leave. As Neji slid his flip-flops on, Sasuke muttered some profanities and then slid on his uncomfortable dress shoes.

"Where the hell did my flip-flops go…?"

TO BE CONTINUED…

A/N : 07.26.08 (treeshie)

I'm terribly happy, because the first chapter actually had more than one review. And yes, I plan on continuing and finishing this story. Although I'm guessing everyone says that, until for some unexplainable reason they drop it. I'm not making any promises. If I suddenly die – sorry, you'll have to finish the story by yourself.

Now, let me just make it clear fangirls are really fun to bash – even though I'm pretty much one as well. Yes, bashing myself is hilariously fun. Anyway, I gain some terrible sense of pleasure in doing that. Hehehe. I realize a lot of things are confusing, too, so sorry about that. Just ask and I'll be sure to explain things.

So, to make it clear, the ones living with Sakura are Sasuke (duh), Neji, and Shikamaru. Some of my most loved characters, MUAH! Naruto doesn't live with them – he might be in Division A, but he is, all in all, a dobe. Heehee.

I can't believe I wrote this all in one go. Ugh. Sorry, I think the next chapter might take three days or so. I hate it if I have to force myself to write up some plot – they turn out bad. Please excuse the fact I need some time to let it all naturally flow out. Hope you had run reading!