(A/N): Guys, please read this note. I hope you understand my situation in hell right now. I hate to tell you but I only update once a week or twice a month. Since my life has been in the eternal inferno, I have been busy doing things back and forth. All about school, I assure you. It's hell and I don't like it a single bit.

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: Edited in March 30,2014 :

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To her guess, she was sure that she looked like a clown from the circus who threw water balloons the crowd, laughing like a madman while the bright light reflected her bright, round, squishy ball that stuck on her nose. She looked like an idiot, she didn't even want to look at her reflection. She thought she would make the mirror crack into half and shatter into million pieces.

She tried to walk towards the door, but her feet won't even move. She was in Ino and Tenten's room, standing in front of the door like an idiot would do. She didn't even bother calling out for Ino, telling her that she would leave and go to her and Naruto's shared room.

She looked at the brown table that only sat on the corner of the room, where she could view the whole room with one glance.

Purple wallpaper with small and big circles scribbled on different places and different corners, the blue, yellow, and dark purple outline illuminating the whole quarters. Black laminated bedside table sat beside the fixed bright pink bed, the pink blanket neatly fixed on the small bed with two white pillows.

Beside it is a bright red blanket with dark red bed sheet with matching dark red pillow. Chinese symbols were dancing on the red sheets, and some unknown symbols were sewed on the pillows and the blanket. 'Definitely Chinese.' Sakura thought, practically belching at Tenten's style.

She isn't picky though, she just hated the weird ones, excluding herself. She touched the golden doorknob, seeing her hand shake as she reached for the door, where she could embarrass herself with her beauty make-up and whatnot. She turned her hand, and pushed the door open-

Just in time, someone shouted her name in an angry tone. "SAKURA!" She flinched and yelped, turning around to see Ino on her Tuesday outfit. She wore yellow tank top and blue cardigans, blue pants with black boots that went to her below her knees.

"Why are your clothes like that? You better change right now!" She screeched, stomping towards the pinkette and grabbing her hand. She tugged Sakura behind her and commanded her to sit on her purple bed.

"Let me see what matched on your skin and your make-up…" She mumbled, rummaging on her white closet and making grumbles out of her breath. The pinkette stared at the large quantity of clothing on her small closet, stacks of shirts and bright jackets were tossed on the corners of her closet, while her pants were put on the hangers above her jumbled stack of shirts.

"Here you go!" Ino handed her a small pile of clothes, making Sakura raise her eyebrow and pointed at what she's holding. 'Is she serious?' "I will wear that?"

-X-

A storm of awes stormed around the room, the students' vision was blurry, yet they knew what has been imparted from their awestruck balloons.

Sakura, officially made the crowd go wild. With her black and white striped top, with matching black cardigan with long sleeves, light blue shorts, stockings, and black boots that ended below her knees. She could hear the crowd swoon at her fashionable outfit and her pink hair loose and wavy. It made her emerald eyes glow with such anxiety and uneasiness. She walked coolly on the hallway, her black boots cackling on the floor, followed by some 'ooh's and 'ahh's.

It is normal for some girl like her to wear that kind of outfit, just to impress the whole student body. But her, she could just impress the two boys. 'Speak of the devil.' She could see the two boys coming her way, their eyes glued on her outfit and it really made her stomach flip and her voice lost and she could feel it falling down to her chest. She couldn't even speak. Just a single glance of them would make her yelp, blush, or even squeal and become conscious of her hair.

As they approached, she had an urge to flip her hair and smile at them. But since something stopped her, she just gave them a small smile, which was returned with big eyes and agape mouths.

"Sakura." Naruto swallowed the lump of his throat, his eyes travelling upwards and downwards her body, making her blush a bit. "I don't remember you wearing that outfit." Even Sasuke was speechless. He was looking up and down on her body and blinked multiple times.

"Anyway," Naruto paused. "what's so special about today? I mean, I'm not judging or anything, but I really want to know why you wear that outfit." She wanted to crumble on that spot. Is he complimenting her in a good way, or a bad way?

"Ummm…" She mumbled something on her breath, something that both boys couldn't make out of. They leaned in to hear what she was whispering, and it really made her blush madly. "N-nothing!" She yelped, and went towards her destination with a fast pace, making the crowd divide into two as they watched her fly away from the scene.

"Hmm…Weird." Sasuke muttered, burying his hands on his pockets and walking towards their classroom, Naruto hot on his heels.

-X-

'Damn it… I didn't really make a good impression…' She crumpled the paper on her palm-which is already crumpled and squeezed into a tight ball, also very damp since her hands always get wet- and dragged all her anger on squeezing the ball tighter and tighter, her hands almost white from her exaggeration.

"U-umm… Sakura?" A girl from her class called, making the pinkette's attention swing into her. "Hm?" She grumbled, looking at the stranger's violet eyes. It is somehow blank, no irises, only the light purple void that made her chest lighten a bit. She looked curious and innocent, just like what the small children are.

"Mr. Hatake just called you." She murmured to her, her eyes pointed to the male adult in front of Sakura, his white mask covering his lower face, making his profile mysterious. His gray hair was somehow stuck up, no gel or anything applied on his gray hair. 'Wonder if it's natural hair colour or not… He looks like an old man with that profile.'

"Ms. Haruno, would you stop squeezing that paper on your hand? Is something angering you in my class?" He asked nicely, yet a shiver crawled up on her spine from his nice and kind voice. He wore black knitted sweater, white collared shirt with long sleeves, and black pants with black shoes.

She is still wearing Ino's customized outfit, and she had an urge to tear it out and wear her regular and desired clothes. Somehow, her clothes are very baggy and large, but Ino's are tight and skimpy. She always gets uncomfortable with tight clothing, it makes her more conscious and tight on her privacy.

"I-I'm sorry sir." She muttered, tossing her damp paper ball on her blue backpack and grabbed her ballpen, ready for her Literature lesson.

-X-

"Wasn't she supposed to be here?" Ino asked, tapping her brown leather boots on the floor, waiting at the rooftop where they usually meet, of course, with the two boys. She crossed her arms across her chest, tapping her foot impatiently.

The two boys looked at her with raised eyebrow, as if she's screeching her own name on the heavens. They also tapped their foot impatiently, checking their phones in every minute that passed. Ino shrugged and grabbed her sandwich from her yellow bag. She looked at the two males and shook her head. "I think she isn't going to come here." She paused and looked at her sandwich in hunger. "Maybe she's busy-" Suddenly, the door swung open, and the pinkette herself showed up, along with some unwanted crowd behind her and grabbing her shirt forcefully pulling her backward.

"H-help! Someone!" She screamed, grabbing the hedges of the door and trying to free herself from the invasion. Ino sighed and waved her free hand. "That is why I hate having fans, since birth."