Author's Note: Sorry for the wait. I've been terribly busy with school and such; I promise I'll start updating faster though…as long as I get reviews and feedback. Hopefully you all like this chapter. It's kinda funny and serious at the same time. Totally re-vamped from the last time…which hardly made any sense and was literally ALL OVER THE PLACE! Mmm, I like this one better.

Well, you know the drill. Read. Review. Favourite. Alert.

Arii

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A soft sigh left parted pink lips. It seemed as though that had been the hundredth time air left her mouth in a stream of frustrated air. Thought you'd probably be doing the same if you had to deal with a Pms-ing Hotaru, annoying neighbors asking how long the 'man' put you in for. GAH! I swear, sometimes I just want to…oh I don't know, maybe jump in front of a truck, off a cliff, in a big bowl of marshmallows…take your pick, but that's what I really want to do right now!

So, getting back on track here, Hotaru and I are gathering all of our belongings…I'm working on trying to close my suitcase right now, the problem? The stupid, retarded, idiotic, moronic THING won't CLOSE! I swear to God it hates me and is hell bent on pushing me to the brink of insanity. Hmm, although I think Hotaru might have beaten it to that point. According to her I hit going crazy a long time ago, just recently stepping into the wonderful world of insanity. Personally? I blame her…

"AH-HA! I did it you stupid thing" I yelled in triumph. One finger pointing at the light blue suitcase as a delighted grin split over my face. Well, that is until a crashing noise followed by a string of loud curses reached my ears. At that point I think I decided it would be a good idea to find cover…hurricane Hotaru was coming through!

I jumped off my suitcase and into the now bear closet, a rather girlish screaming noise leaving my lips as I huddled into the furthest corner. God knows how my dark haired friend got when she was pissed, and from the sounds of her ranting and yelling I'd say she was pretty livid…I'd hate to see what got her in such a foul mood. May God bless their poor soul. Haha.

So I was still in the closet screaming like a little kid when hurricane Hotaru came walking into my room covered in laundry detergent stuff…and when I say covered I really mean it! Seriously, she was coated in the stuff from head to toe…haha, pretty funny actually. It would be hilarious if she wasn't glaring at me like that…oh shit! SHE'S GONNA KILL ME!

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"AHHH! HOTARU PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" Sakura screamed from her huddled up position, slowly moving into a kneeling stance just in case she had to run. Which she was almost positive she would be doing in about ten seconds.

"OH YEAH!? I'M GONNA FEED YOU TO A PACK OF FREAKING LLAMAS WHEN I CATCH YOU!" The clearly pissed off girl shouted. Her dark eyes flashing as she made a small jump for the pinkette, who barely dodged her attack.

"NOOO! ANYTHING BUT THAT! PLEASE?"

Hotaru chased Sakura around the entire apartment for nearly ten minutes. She finally ended up cornering her in the kitchen, tackling her to the ground before she could make an escape.

"You're so lucky I'm tired…I'd haul your fat ass to the llama farm right now if I wasn't about to keel over and die. " Hotaru panted, pulling her arms from around Sakura's waist and flopping to her back, one hand lifting up to cover her face as she gulped for air.

Sakura glanced over to her friend, leaning back against the wall before giving a small smirk, "Yeah, I guess I am." Silence followed this; both girls too busy catching their breath to do anything else.

"Hey Sakura, what time is it?" Hotaru suddenly asked, lifting her body up onto her elbows.

"Oh, it's umm…OH MY GOLDFISH! IT'S 5:56!"

"What's so important about that?"

"OUR PLANE LEAVES IN LIKE…15 MINUTES!" Sakura shouted with eyes wide as she hopped to her feet and tugged on her hair. They'd be killed if they missed this flight!

"HOLY SNOW CONE! ARE YOU SERIOUS?!"

The pinkette was still flipping out when she caught her friend's remark, "Holy snow cone? Are you for real?" asked Sakura with a quirked eyebrow, a laugh almost spilling from her lips.

"Pfft. Well at least I didn't say 'Oh My Goldfish'." Hotaru huffed.

"Yeah well we can argue on the plane, but right now…WE NEED TO LEAVE!"

"Already on it," Hotaru replied in a slightly distracted voice.

Sakura looked over at Hotaru to see her with her black cell phone pressed against her ear. She could only guess that Hotaru was calling the airport to let them know they were going to be late, thank God for that too. At the sound of Hotaru's phone clicking shut, emerald eyes met dark gray.

"Well come on Sakura! We're going to be even later if you don't hurry up!"

"Okay I'm coming!" Sakura said, rolling her eyes and hurrying to her room to grab the three suitcases filled with all of her clothes. The Dean at their old school said that they wouldn't need to bring any furniture with them, however if they wanted a few pieces they could have those shipped to the new school within a week. The girls didn't have much that they wanted to keep, save a large wrap around couch that had cost each of the girl's two pay-checks. Like hell they'd give that up!

Outside

"Well, say goodbye to our old apartment." Sakura said with fake sadness in her voice.

"Bye old apartment!" Hotaru replied with cheerfulness in her own, she was eager to get out of that hell hole they had called home for the part two and a half years.

With that said Hotaru and Sakura both got into the silver car that was parked in front of their crappy old apartment. Sakura got in the passenger's seat while Hotaru sat in the driver's side. The engine started up with a dull roar that slowly became louder as the car warmed up. The darker haired girl pulled out of the street slowly, glancing in the rear view mirror to make sure she was clear to drive. Pressing her foot into the gas, Hotaru and Sakura each gave a small lurch backwards, surprised at the sudden speed they had. Easing up a bit, the two girls settled into a deafening silence. Sakura eventually looked over at Hotaru and noticed the worried look she adorned.

"Hotaru, what's wrong?"

Hotaru looked over at Sakura, a small smile passing over her face before she returned her eyes to the road.

"It's just; I'm worried about how things are going to be at KERS. I mean, I want to actually have some friends Sakura," Hotaru looked out the window to hide her sullen face from the pink haired girl.

Said teen looked down at her lap, not quite sure what to tell her usually tough and happy friend. In all honesty Sakura was confused and just a little hurt. She didn't know what to make of the statement her best-friend had made…she didn't know if she was to assume that Hotaru didn't think of her as a friend or if she just wanted more people in her life…or maybe even both.

Sakura looked up at Hotaru and let a smile slip onto her face, "Of course we'll make new friends Hotaru. I mean, hopefully at this new school we can start off with a clean slate…which means we'll both have to keep our tempers in check, okay?"

Hotaru hesitated for a moment before she answered, as if she wasn't sure she could trust the words that had just passed her friends lips. "Yeah, sure." She then looked back at the road and sped up a little when she saw the airport come into view, hopefully they wouldn't be too late for their flight.

The car stopped when they came up to the entrance of the airport, a man in a maroon suit walked to the back of the car and waited for them to pop the trunk. As soon as the silver back lifted up their luggage was being taken out and handed to another man in the same coloured suit, the light blue and goldenrod suitcases were quickly loaded onto a small cart. Blinking in mild surprise at the service, Hotaru turned off the engine and stepped out of the vehicle, her arm reaching out to grab a checkered bag.

Sakura soon followed her friend's lead, grabbing her own solid coloured bag before making her way to Taru's side. The dark haired girl tossed her keys to one of the maroon clad men, nodding at him slightly as she and Sakura walked into the airport, the other man pushed past the two of them with the cart holding their bags. Each girl guessed he was taking it to the bag check area.

"This is the last call for flight 13, boarding at gate 7C. Destination: Konoha. This is the last call for the flight to Konoha." A practiced female's voice rang out across the crowded area. People all over pulled out their tickets and scanned them, giving sighs of relief when they realized that the flight wasn't their own.

Both girls looked at each other before they made their way to the mentioned gate; their steps were quick and hurried, both of them were afraid they wouldn't make it to the gate in time. As Sakura and Hotaru were walking, they hardly notice the two male figures in front of them until it was too late. The girls were so wrapped up in their conversation that they walked straight into the two boys, their small bodies knocking against taller, more muscular frames before they fell back to the floor.

A dull thud echoed throughout the bustling crowd, everyone ignored the two girls that were now sprawled out on the floor, each with an expression of slightly pain on her face. Of course these quickly transformed to looks of anger, their brains processing the situation and coming up with a list of insults to throw at the two jerks that ran into them.

Sakura was the first one to rise to her feet, hands brushing off her dark wash skinny leg jeans before flitting to her shirt; a fitted emerald green button up with thin white pin stripes going up and down. It was left undone so her light pink tank showed beneath. Her short pink hair was ruffled and in disarray, bright green eyes aglow with frustration as she attempted to fix her messy hair.

Hotaru soon followed, pushing herself up slowly and wincing slightly. She had been walking faster than Sakura and had hit the boy's chest harder, causing her fall to be a little rougher. Growling softly in her throat, she rubbed her bum gently before fixing her cream coloured off shoulder shirt. A thick red strap wrapped over her pale shoulder and disappeared into the fitted fabric, the material falling a few inches above her knee. Around her waist sat a belt with a broken hearted buckle, the black leather matching the colour of her flat heeled boots.

"Hey, are you two blind or something? Jesus. Watch where you're going next time, yeah?" Hotaru complained, a glare slipping onto her pale face as she tucked a strand of long black hair behind her ear, eyes finally taking in the two they had run in too.

A quiet gasp left her lips at the sight of them, causing Sakura to glance over; she'd finally managed to fix her short hair and had only been half paying attention when Hotaru spoke. Though now the dark haired girl had her full attention, eyes filled with curiosity at the barely there blush covering the apple's of Taru's cheeks.

Furrowing her pink brows together, Sakura turned her head to see what had caused such a reaction. Her carefully planned insult dying in the back of her throat as she came face to face with…

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Author's Note: Oh man, I bet you guys wanna kill me for this one. Haha. Don't you just hate cliff hangers?

Mmm, I wonder who Sakura and Hotaru ran in too at the airport. Any guesses or ideas? I'd love to hear what you think, so leave a review. The more I get the faster I'll update. Pinky promise.

The next chapter will have a humorous and fluffy moment in it, so hurry up and read and review! I'm dying to post it. Seriously.

Until the next chapter…

Arii.