Authoress's note: Hi again! I'd like to thank all of my reviewers again! I greatly appreciate your comments and support! I'd also like to take this time to put a curse upon all sunburn, considering I have been eaten by it. (Not literally, thank the sun). Anyway, I really hope you enjoy this chapter! So, here goes Chapter Six: Operation: 'Pretty Boy'.

Disclaimer: I do not, and never will, own Naruto or any of the characters. I own the students, the paint, and other equipment only. Thank you.

Operation: 'Pretty Boy'

Tai stared down through the hole in the ceiling, watching Sasuke carefully to make sure that he was really asleep. He nodded to the others, signaling that Sasuke was indeed sleeping like the other Academy students.

Iria, who had purposely 'missed' school had gone through her mom's stuff, and had a huge bag in her hand. She had waited in the ceiling for this moment, ever since early this morning.

Makoto, the blue haired boy from the slide incident, sat by Iria as he awaited further orders. A blond girl, Naoko, watched Tai carefully for any signs of alarm.

"Okay," Tai whispered, crossing his arms. "Time to commence the plan 'Pretty Boy'," he announced softly, staring at Iria. "Did you get the stuff?"

"Check," Iria replied, holding up the bag. She looked at Naoko. "Did you get what you were supposed to?"

"Yep," she replied, holding up her backpack. "I made sure to take it when Mom left."

"So, then, we've got everything. I brought what I was supposed to," Tai stated, holding up a can and paintbrush. He grinned, looking at Makoto. "What about you?"

Makoto held up several spray cans. "Yeah, I grabbed it from Dad's workshop."

"What colors?"

"They're pink and green."

"Good," Tai smiled. "So every thing's here; we just have to make good use of it – and quick, too."

"That's easy. Sensei always said that we were the quickest and smartest in our class," Iria smiled, stretching her arms. "I just can't believe that Sasuke fell for our clones."

"I'm glad Iruka-sensei didn't decide to have him teach us the clone jutsu instead of transformation, since that would have messed this up," Naoko stated. Makoto and Tai nodded in agreement.

"Then let's get to work before Sasuke wakes up," Tai stated, carefully moving a panel from the ceiling, being extra sure to keep it quiet. Makoto handed him a rope. "Here, use this," he said, tying one end on a pipe that was firmly placed. "We'll stick a clone up here, so that it can close the panel and pull up the string," he stated.

"I'll take care of that," Tai said, doing the hand seal. (He'd been in the Academy long enough to know the Clone Jutsu by heart). A shadow clone of him self appeared as Tai carefully descended the rope. He waved a hand in front of Sasuke's face to test if he was still sleeping, and when he got no response, he beckoned for the others to come down as well.

They all came down with their supplies, and when they were done, the clone did as it was made to do, closing the panel. They didn't make it disappear, though, because they would need somewhere to hide the evidence.

When everyone was ready, they began to do their separate jobs – each equally surprised at how deeply a sleeper Sasuke was. They were proud of themselves when finished, all of them trying not to laugh and wake everyone.

That would come later.Sake

They hid everything, and Iria snuck out of the Academy; upset only at the fact that she would miss the reactions, but, she'd live to hear about it tomorrow.

With everything in place, the real students laid down on the floor to get some 'sleep'; while in reality, they were waiting for Sasuke to wake up.

This was going to be the best day ever!

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Sasuke yawned a little, stretching out as he did so. That had been the best sleep he had ever had. Glancing up at the clock, he realized that school would be ending soon, and he would be out of this awful place.

He couldn't help but feel like his face had gotten a little heavier, but shook it off as an after affect of sleeping in a sitting position. He looked out at the kids. They were all still asleep, and he, reluctantly, needed to wake them up.

"Okay, it's time to get up," he stated firmly; loudly.

The kids began to get up a little groggily, and Sasuke didn't mind this. For the first half an hour, as they all woke up, everything was rather quiet. Sasuke almost, almost, smiled at this notion. It was really nice, actually.

And then, Tai stared straight at him, a cruel grin crossing his face. A shiver ran straight down Sasuke's spine.

Something was wrong.

Sasuke quickly glanced around the room, making sure nothing was moved, and nothing was hurt. All seemed fine, so he wasn't sure why the child looked so . . . evil all of a sudden.

Tai's expression didn't change for a few seconds, and then Makoto began to laugh a loud, cold laugh.

A laugh Sasuke positively despised.

Soon, the other kids began to join in, all staring at him as they did so. Sasuke couldn't figure out what was so funny. He was tempted to look behind him to see what they were laughing at, but that would feed their little egos – so he just stared at them all until, eventually, the children realized that the laughter wasn't hurting Sasuke at all.

Well, he didn't show that it 'hurt' him at all, anyway. He just sat down at a desk, crossed his arms, and waited for the kids to run out of any and all breath, so he could have at least five minutes of nothing but random and consistent pants coming from them all. Sasuke smirked when they all sat on the floor, waiting to find out what was going to entertain them now.

They sat in boredom until school ended, and Sasuke watched the entire group of kids walk out of 'his' classroom, some of the younger girls waving politely at him as he just watched them stoically.

Once they were all gone, Sasuke jumped up out of his seat and examined the room. What the children had been laughing at had been bugging him ever since they'd quit. What confused him now, though, was that he didn't see anything that would make them laugh – so he had only one thought in mind.

They were laughing at me

Sasuke quickly walked out of the classroom, down the hall, and into the bathrooms.

He screamed in horror when he looked in the mirror.

His hair had been painted pink – pink for Goodness sake! Not to mention the fact that he now had curls in his hair. His entire face was painted a really bright red, and he now had black lipstick on. His arms, neck, and legs were painted dark blue (a terrible contrast to the red paint), and his clothes had been spray-painted green.

His eye twitched spasmodically, as shivers of disturbance, loathing, and slight fear of his reflection passed up and down his spinal cord.

This was anything but funny.

He had no idea that Tai and Makoto had just set a trap for him outside the door and ran.

Therefore, when he opened the door, he was met by a thick, sticky substance. He let out an infuriated yell; mainly because now, not only was his hair sticky and clinging to his face and neck, but he smelled sweet. He hated smelling sweet.

He growled, storming down the hall and having to pull his feet up off of the ground extra hard to avoid sticking to the floor.

As soon as he walked outside, he wished he hadn't.

Naruto happened to be coming his way; apparently coming to give Iruka a progress report on how his missions were going (and probably to ask if he could treat Naruto to some ramen later).

Sasuke cringed as Naruto came to an abrupt halt. It was obvious that Naruto really wanted to laugh, but he did his best to hold in the laughter, his eyebrows furrowing in the attempt.

It didn't work, and Naruto ended up lying on the ground, clutching his sides, and rolling around in a full-blown laughter. Sasuke glared daggers into the boy, and would have punched the living spirit out of the teen if he wouldn't have abruptly stopped.

"S-sorry, Sasuke, I just didn't expect to see you in tha—Here," he said, quickly catching himself. Sasuke still glared at him. "What do you want, Loser?" he asked sharply.

"Uh . . . I forgot," Naruto sweatdropped, before staring at Sasuke in surprise. "Do I smell . . . Syrup?"

So that's what that sticky substance was, Sasuke thought, as he cringed thickly at Naruto's comment. "No," he stated angrily. "It's not."

"Uh . . . Right," Naruto sweatdropped. "Gotcha."

Sasuke shoved past Naruto. "Get out of my way, Loser," he stated angrily, storming off with steam almost visible over his head. Naruto, once Sasuke was out of earshot, laughed again.

Sasuke glowered furiously as he passed people, all of them laughing at him and his 'new look'.

As he arrived home, he had managed to avoid doing several things.

He'd managed not to throw a shoe at some passing kids, not to punch a few parents, not to smash random windows as he saw himself, and not to go to any of the kids' houses and commit mass-murder like his brother had.

He was very proud of himself for this.

But not at the fact that he was losing all of his pride to a bunch of ten to twelve year old children.

He sighed as he walked inside and slipped off his sandals – twitching as he saw he was wearing pink nail polish.

He immediately got into the shower, and scrubbed until his fingers and skin were completely sore. It hurt, but he positively had to get this stuff off of him.

And he hated syrup.

He scrubbed his hair with his fingernails, attempting to get the paint out of his poor hair, and to get the curls out as well.

Once he figured that he would be satisfied, he climbed out of the shower and looked in the mirror (with a towel wrapped around his waist), and growled.

No change, except his hair was straight again.

After three or four more scrubs, the paint came off a little, so now he wasn't such a dark blue, and his face looked pink instead of red. His hair was a very light pink, with spots of black decorated in between.

He sighed, deciding upon cleaning the rest of his curse off in the morning when he woke up. He set his alarm, changed into a loose shirt and boxers, and crawled into bed to sleep.

He did so with some trouble, his mind mulling over how on earth a bunch of puny kids hadn't woken him; the world's lightest sleeper ever.

I hope you enjoyed chapter six! I'm really hoping that my comedy-skills aren't too bad. if you've got any suggestions, let me know in a private message or a review! Thanks!

Shebby

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