Sakura's Boarding School Cliché: An Akatsuki x Sakura Fanfiction AU
[Chapter 2]

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Can't a girl get a decent night's sleep? Seriously. I don't know what time it is or exactly where I am, but I don't care because said girl needs sleep pronto. I groaned without opening my eyes, rolled over, and buried my face into my pillow, which had to be the warmest yet most uncomfortable pillow ever. Something poked my side rather rudely. I ignored it and tried my damnedest to fall back to sleep. Whatever it was didn't poke me again, but just stayed on my waist. It was warm, so I didn't really care, and damn I just want some shut-eye.

'Why is it wet?'

'Huh? I'm too tired to care, Inner. Sleep. Now. Please?'

'You could sleep through the apocalypse, outer. I'm serious. You don't even know or care where we are! Let alone what in the hell is trying to wake us up, and/ or creep us the fuck out!'

'Yell louder, would you? I'll check it out if you stop your bitching and let me get some sleep. I'm beat to hell.'

'Jeez Louise, Outer, you act as though I'm jumping down your throat because I like getting up at the crack of ridiculous o'clock in the morning and make your life a living hell. Just check it out, you big baby. Sheesh.'

'Mleh, fine. Just shut the fuck up.'

I cracked my left eye open, the one that wasn't buried in my uber toasty pillow, a little bit to survey my surroundings. I saw that I was in an expensive looking apartment complex. It was spacey, and the room I was in was obviously the bedroom, which was a decent size, and also happened to have a bathroom next to a walk in closet to the right side wall from the bed. At the other side of the room there was a balcony with sliding, screened in glass doors.

The sky was still dark, but you could tell that in another hour or so the sun would peek over horizon and nearby buildings. The view was actually pretty cool, well, for a morning anyways. I hate mornings, and would prefer to be a nocturnal animal and sleep the day away, but life doesn't seem to like me at the moment. I noticed that the walls of the apartment were a nice deep teal shade. It wasn't obnoxious, but it had a cool vibe and looked really good with the plush gray carpeting.

The only floors that didn't have carpeting were the bathroom, and the kitchen, which were black granite tiling with flecks of gold color in the rock and matched all of the counters perfectly. The place was wonderfully furnished with instruments hung on the walls along with some abstract artworks in various places, and deep black and dark grey striped upholstered sofas with matching ottomans. There were side tables which had black painted metalwork that looked custom made for this furniture set with sculptures placed on them.

Overall, this was a very tasteful, and kind of cozy place. Not to mention it was basically immaculate, but it still managed to feel lived in.

I saw that a drum set was in the corner between a wall divider and the wall in which the balcony was, while my two custom electric guitars and bass respectively, was hung along the far wall facing the T.V. and various game systems connected to it.

On said wall divider, which is basically half of a wall ledge in the middle of a huge room, was my terrarium for Charlotte. Then, I wondered why my stuff was here. It hit me like a ton of bricks to the face.

I now live here, and I have to pretend that I'm a dude while rooming with my best friend. This, of course, brings us to my next observation. Well, I had forgotten that I had fallen asleep in his bed because the school has yet to provide my own mattress, and bed frame. He was looking right at me tiredly, and I noticed the position we were in. Oh boy, if it wasn't as dark as it was, I would've appeared cherry red, and if he'd saw my face he would never let me live it down.

My face, which was almost completely buried in my 'pillow' was actually pressed into his chest, and his arms were wrapped around my waist. He was staring down at me, and then it occurred to me that the thing I had felt on my waist was his hand. His hands are special because he was born with mouths on them. It was a birth defect, and it's the reason why he has to wear gloves whenever he goes out.

I found out like a month after we had become friends in sixth grade. At first I was shocked, and of course I thought it was strange, but I was never grossed out by it.

In fact, I've always been interested in medical stuff and watched those nerd programs like that on Discovery, Animal Planet, and other documentary channels on my T.V. He basically avoided me after I found out, but I called him out on his crap and told him that I didn't care that he had mouths on his hands, and to be honest I thought it was pretty cool.

Well, frankly, although I would never admit it out loud, and Inner agrees, I think it's pretty badass.

Any-who, story aside, not only did he poke my side and probably bruised it, but he freaking licked me. To top it all off, he freaking woke me up, God dammit! I lifted my head off of his chest and got off of him with as much dignity as I could possibly muster, and glared down at him while crossing my arms. He looked up at me, put his hands behind his head, and smirked, while his eyes were just radiating amusement.

"Sleep well, hmm?" He all but purred.

"No." I deadpanned, and scowled at him.

"Awh, why not, uhn?" He looked at me like he found out that I boil kittens alive for fun. Which I don't, for the record.

"Because one, you woke me up at an unknown, ungodly hour. Two, because you pretty much molested me while I was trying to sleep, and three, I think I have a bruise on my side because of your poke of doom when you woke me up.

"Let me tell you, sir, that I am not a morning person, and I do not enjoy getting less than ten hours of sleep. I've probably had about five, and I feel like strangling a small animal right about now. School doesn't start in another four-ish hours, so why, in the name of all things holy, did you wake me up this early?"

I pointed at him accusingly, and if looks could kill, he'd be a pile of ashes, and a dying scream in the air.

"Damn, hmm. I didn't think you would mind that much."

I gave him an 'I want a straight answer. Now explain yourself before I maul you.' stare.

"Alright, so I noticed that you still have a few girly traits that that we need to iron out in order to seem like guy material. Since you don't want any slip-ups or anything, and you need my help, I've awoken you so we can work on them. You up for that, or what Sakura, yeah? Oh, and what is your guy name, hmm? Because Sakura is clearly not a guys name, hmm."

I stopped glaring holes into his head during his explanation, and I sighed knowing that it was impossible to stay pissed at him especially since he was just trying to be a great friend.

"Alright, dude. That'd be awesome, actually, and the name's just Saku from here on out."

"How original, yeah."

I gave him a half tired, lazy grin, and stretched out my right hand. He took my hand and shook it, but the mouth on my hand licked my palm. I twitched and he laughed.

"Nice to meet you Just Saku, yeah."

"Likewise, Deidara."

We smirked and burst out laughing, and I accidentally snorted because I was laughing so hard. He just pointed at me and chortled even harder. I pinched his arm after another thirty seconds of him making fun of me and he grabbed me in a headlock and ruffled my hair.

I growled and shoved him away from me and tackled him to the ground while mock punching him in the stomach. He just laughed and pushed me off grinning like a moron, while I was trying to get some oxygen after our laughing fit.

So, I just sat on the floor where I was because I was too tired and lazy to attempt getting up. I exhaled, and laid flat on the floor after a few more moments of just sitting there like a bump on a log. As I was drifting off to sleep again, Dei lightly kicked me in the stomach, and walked out of the bedroom while saying over his shoulder.

"Come on, you vicious son of a gun yeah. We've got to man you up, and we've only got a few hours to do so, hmm. "

I groaned obnoxiously, and very maturely crossed my arms over my face and said.

"Nooo. I'm too tired."

He walked back over to me, mock glaring, and stood over me with his feet on either side of my waist.

"You're going to get up, and you're going to like it, or I'll make you, yeah."

I didn't move an inch, and he just grabbed both of my upper arms and hoisted me up, so we were eye-to-chin, and glared at me challengingly from beneath his long blonde bangs which were tickling my nose. He could be intimidating when he wanted to be.

"Nobody tells me no, uhn. Now, let's get this over with."

He said sternly in his 'I am not amused.' voice. A chill ran down my spine, but I didn't show it. I just stared defiantly, straight into his eyes, and told him.

"I just did."

I think he knew that I was just being a smartass, but he pushed further, and grabbed my chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting my face up so we were eye-to-eye.

He chuckled darkly saying, "Wrong answer, hmm."

He grinned evilly, let me go, and walked out of the room.

'What the fuck was that?'

'Honey, I don't even know, but if this is the way mornings are going to be like from now on, maybe becoming a morning person won't be such a downer anymore. Chicky, I've got a good feeling about the upcoming next couple years.'

'We'll see, Inner. We'll see.'

I tried to relax and smiled to myself, but then it quickly disappeared after I saw what Deidara had apparently left the room to get.

'Oh shit. I spoke too soon.'

I visibly paled and tried my best to recede further into the couch.

He had hair dye, hair styling scissors, thinning shears, and basically every other hair product a salon would ever hope to carry inside the big box he was carrying. Oh. Hell. No. He is not going to touch my shoulder blade length pink hair. I had already decided to tie it up and wear a hat over it. I didn't have to worry about it. Did I?

I must have frozen on the spot and started hyperventilating, because he all but dropped the box, worry clearly evident on his face, ran over to me, and grabbed my shoulders. He started shaking me, nearly giving me whiplash, and kept asking if I was alright. Finally, I snapped out if it, and let the color drain back into my face, and got my breathing back to normal before answering him.

"Uh, yeah. I'm, uh, fine. Dare I ask why you have that hair stuff, and what you plan on doing with it? You're giving me a heart attack."

He looked at me like I had just insulted him because he thought there was some other reason for me to freak out like that. He looked at me dumbly and said.

"Well, hmm. Not many guys don't have long pink hair and fewer pull it off. It's too lovely and is working against you in this case. Sorry to break that to you, dumbass, yeah."

I glared at him.

"You're a jerk you know that? I was planning on putting my hair up and wearing a hat, so I don't need you to cut it or anything. It's fine, dude."

"Are you that naive, hmm? I saw your schedule and you have Gym class. Even if you don't have to wear a uniform in your other classes, you have gym class, and you aren't allowed to wear a hat, yeah. Not to mention if it gets knocked off and your hair band snaps, then what are you going to do then?

"These guys will recognize a hot pink haired chick with long hair when they see one, yeah! Trust me, this is why I have to help you because I don't want you to take a one way ticket to Shitville! I'm going to help you whether you want me to or not, so suck it up and deal, you dumb bitch, hmm."

He told me with huge grin plastered onto his face while he was digging around in his hair stylist box of doom.

'I really think he wants to help us. So, we should let him, ya'know? Wait. Did he just call us hot? Ooooh~.'

She snickered insanely at the notion.

'Alright, fine. I agree, and yeah, I think he did just call us hot, Inner.'

'Blackmail?'

'You know it.'

With that, I chuckled darkly to myself.

I sighed, not exactly thrilled about having to do anything to my hair and shuddered. Oh yeah, I also tried to give him my best kicked puppy look to no avail.

"Fine Dei, but it's on my terms. Also, I have one more thing to say to you."

"Fine. What would that be, yeah?"

"Your mother was a hamster, and your father smelled of elderberries."

"Did you just quote Monty Python?"

He smirked and rolled his eyes.

"I didn't see why not. Just don't give me a deathhawk, I don't have the jawline for it." I joked with him.

"Don't threaten me with a good time, hmm."

'He's so sassy. Why is he so sassy?'

'Because he has to keep up with us, duh.'

I laughed. He let out an exasperated breath, and dragged me to the kitchen with the box of hair magic. I gave him a 'Do I really have to go through with this?' look, and he gave me the 'You really don't have a choice do you?' look.

I love how we don't even have to speak to get exactly what each other is saying. We're just awesome like that I guess. Heh.

He seemed to notice how apprehensive I was about going through with this, so he have my hand a reassuring squeeze and offered an 'I know what I'm doing and you are going to love it I promise.' glance before he dragged a tall black bar stool from the counter ledge/ bar. And centered it in the kitchen close to the stainless steel sink.

"Alrighty, hmm. Sit down and we can get started. First of all, what are you thinking color-wise? It obviously doesn't scream 'I'm really a guy!' with your natural pink color."

He was looking at my hair and running his fingers through it to really get a feel for what he was working with and had his 'Don't mess with me because I'm an untrained professional' voice.

"I don't know, but I trust that you know what you are doing so I'll leave it to you. Just don't go too hog-wild and overboard like you do sometimes. Wait! Give me something edgy, though. "

"Oh, hell yeah, yeah."

'He must be excited for that double positive to have slipped out like that. LOL.'

'God, you're mean, Inner. He can't help it.'

'I know, Outer, he's just so goshdarn cute, though when he gets teased about shit like that. I can't help it.'

I get seated in his makeshift salon chair, and lean back. He combs his fingers through my hair, and gawd it feels nice.

"Hmm. Well, your hair is in good condition, so this shouldn't be too difficult, yeah. I'm thinking that for the color, it should actually be colors. Plural. I'm possibly aiming for bleached blonde streaks throughout the top, so it'd be a buttery blonde, and underneath along with the unbleached sections on the top, should be dyed a darker pink that has more of a reddish tint, hmm. The colors wouldn't be too far away from your natural color, and would be easy to maintain.

"It wouldn't damage your hair, or look too chick oriented. As for the cut, I think since the colors are a bit out there, we should make it short and thin around the bottom, which would end mid neck, but thicker towards the roots, yeah. Eh, it would be scene almost, but you pass as a guy, and hell ,it might look really cool on you. You could also pass as a chick for when you aren't 'being a guy.'. How's that for edgy, yeah?" He grinned like a damn Cheshire cat, and waggled his eyebrows at me..

How could I say 'no' to this guy? I attempted to pick my jaw up off of the floor because he was all business, and never looked so serious in his life, and frankly it dumbfounded me. This guy knew what he was doing when it came to hair. I would have never guessed. Wow, he should seriously consider this as a profession. As for my hair? Well, I tried to imagine it. Reddish fuchsia with blonde streaks in a short scene haircut? It had possibilities. What the hell? Why not? It's only for about a year, right?

'What is this, Twenty Questions?'

'Yes, now shut up! What do you think?'

'I say what the fuck are we waiting for?'

'Why are we asking so many questions?'

"Do your worst."

I smiled devilishly at him and he couldn't contain his enthusiasm.

"That's the spirit, hmm. This could take about two hours though yeah. And we still need to go over some other things while the dye sets."

"In other words, nut up or shut up?"

Yes, I quoted Zombieland. That movie is the shit. He started cracking up.

"Haha! Exactly, hmm!"

So he set up and mixed the dyes, and while I got my iPod which charged overnight, and set that puppy up. Just when I thought this morning couldn't be any crazier or awesome, Dei tells me he has speakers that he could hook my iPod to so I wouldn't mess up my earphones and dye them. Apparently the walls are virtually soundproof, and we can crank the volume all the way. Because really, how is there any other way to listen to music other than loud?

I almost tackled him to the ground for the second time today only this time it was for a hug. He has almost ninja-like skills, so he only staggered a little bit, but, hell, the hug served it's purpose didn't it? So, by the time we got the music set up, and the dyes were also set, about an hour had passed since we woke up, and I was pretty beat already. Dei sat me down in the bar stool and got some foils so the colors wouldn't run together and look cheap, and poorly done. So as he was brushing the coloring dye, and the bleach onto my hair, I just closed my eyes, and was half asleep while listening to old-school 90's Marilyn Manson.

After singing like a freak for the next songs on my iPod which were Just to 1x1 by Bring Me the Horizon ft Nova, Snuff by Slipknot, Vampire by Frank Carter and The Rattlesnakes, Heaven Nor Hell by Volbeat, and Demons by Beauty School Dropout. I sang along to those too and a few of them Dei joined in, It was pretty funny, and honestly Dei gave me a run for my money in the singing department.

Once he was done applying the dye, he said that it would probably take about an hour to saturate completely. Oh and get this, you know how he had to use foils for my hair? Well, now I look like a satellite dish and I bet I could get more channels then Dish or DIRECTV combined. Heh.

It was all fun and games until he whipped out his iPhone and snapped a picture at how ridiculous I looked. Blackmail material. Jerk.

He was trying not to laugh but you just knew that he was busting up at the seams. So, he said that after we wash out the dye, and cut my hair, I would have to take a shower, and he forbid me to use my soap and shampoos because it reeked of girl, so I have to use his shower soap.

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, hmm. We'll go to Wal-Mart or whatever later so you can get your own. So, this won't be permanent, yeah. Unless you like smelling like me; I do have the best taste ever, hmm."

"Oh god." I carefully facepalm.

"Well, Tsunade did say this is your punishment, so welcome to hell yeah."

"Gee, thanks for that reminder."

I sighed and noticed that there was a spot on my head that was itchy, but Dei wouldn't let me touch it because that would mess with the dye, and said it was because of the chemicals in the hair coloring and it irritates my skin a little bit.

"Welcome to Hell indeed."

I groaned, and he put his arm around my shoulders and said something so sweet.

"It only gets worse."

Psych.

"Jeez, thanks, you jerk." I said in a deadpan tone.

"So when does it get worse?"

"In about two hours, hmm."

"How do you know?"

"That's when school starts, uhn."

"Shit."

"We'll have enough time, yeah." He reassures, adjusting some of the foils.

"I'm not worried about that. I just hate school."

"Doesn't everyone, yeah?"

"Mhmm. Don't we all, uhn."

I mumbled into my arms and tried to sleep on the couch with my arms wrapped around my knees and my chin resting on them.

After about forty-five minutes later of a half-assed nap, Dei checked the foils to see if the color saturated thoroughly and sure enough it had. So, since I was only half alive due to the terrible, non-qualifying nap, he had to help me walk over to the kitchen so I wouldn't walk into any walls on the adventurous trek there. He handed me a few towels to put on the edge of the sink and around my neck so the floors and my clothes wouldn't get destroyed, while I was hunched over the kitchen sink.

He began to wash the darker dye out and then the bleach making sure to not let any get left behind. He got the shampoo and lathered it into my hair and massaged my scalp, and oh my gosh it felt so much better because the itchy spot was completely gone now.

It was so relaxing that I almost fell asleep right then and there if the hunching over wasn't killing my back. He did the same with the conditioner after he rinsed the soap out, and when it was all washed and the excess water was wrung out, he looked at me and was speechless, cue jaw drop.

The first thing I thought was it wasn't in there long enough and it was a disaster. I hightailed it to the closest mirror, and I was floored. Holy shit, this looks damn fantastic. Even though it isn't even combed or dried or anything, I was in awe. The colors complemented each other so astonishingly, and they made it look multidimensional, it would probably take the jaws of life to pry me away from any mirror I'd come across for a while. I ran back in there and he was still frozen, so I tackled him successfully and gave him an enormous bear hug. He finally snapped out of it, and said my exact thoughts.

"Sak, its fucking perfect."

"Holy Shit, dude."

"I know right?"

"Well, now it's time for the fun part. The cut, hmm."

I was stoked.

He grabbed the thinning shears, a comb, and the trimming scissors, and took to my hair like a fish in water. It was like when he was sculpting his clay artwork or lit off explosives. He was in his element completely.

It only took like fifteen minutes for him to cut and dry my hair and even straighten it, after I had taken a shower, and got the stray hair strands off of me. I now smell completely and utterly like dude. He wears Chocolate Axe by the way.

'Who would've thought, right?'

Anyways, I didn't even think it was humanly possible to dry and flat iron hair that fast, but he pulled it off. Flawlessly. His ego was going to be inflated for the next couple weeks that's for damn sure. He could be so full of himself sometimes. Oh well, I would be too, I suppose.

'Ain't that the truth.'

'We so owe him big time.'

'We do.'

After prying him off my sick-as-fuck hair, and him prying me from the mirror, we saw that we had about an hour left to get ready and hightail it to homeroom.

We didn't have uniforms, thank God, but Dei helped me pick out clothes that make me dude-ish. I had bought wraps for my bust which are size C so 'they' had to be wrapped tightly. As embarrassing as it was, I had to get his help with tightening them, and we were both blushing and couldn't look each other in the eye for a good ten minutes, but we got over it.

No, he didn't see anything, it was just awkward. I ended up wearing some baggy black military Capri's, with a black studded belt hanging loosely around my hips, and a Steel Panther T-shirt which was a perfect fit. Not too tight but not loose.

Dei was wearing not-too-skinny jeans that were light blue and ripped at the knees, and he wore a grey wife-beater with a plain black hoodie jacket, and black leather fingerless gloves. The important thing was that I looked like a dude, and I could barely recognize myself but I still had my edgier version of my pinkish hair and my emerald eyes. It was just a guy version of me.

We had like thirty minutes to eat breakfast, so we got Eggo chocolate chip waffles, and coffee and wolfed that down. I ate my waffles with melted butter and sugar, while Dei just ate his with syrup. For coffee, We had espresso, which was almost as good as Starbuck's and with probably more creamer and sugar than there was coffee, while his was black with like barely any sugar. He's no fun, I tell you.

"How do you eat that much sugar without getting sick, or getting fat, yeah?"

He looked at me like I grew a singing, neon orange mushroom out of my ear.

"It's a talent. By the way, this isn't that much sugar by my standards. It would amaze you how much sugar I can consume before even feeling moderately sick. What I don't understand is how people actually like syrup."

"You don't like syrup, hmm?"

"Never was a fan."

"I didn't know that."

"Well, I didn't tell anyone, so it's not like you would." I joked. He just shrugged and downed the rest of his coffee.

"So, do you want to try my super awesome waffles of doom?"

He rolled his eyes. "Sure, yeah."

I had like six waffles drowned in butter and sugar and I flopped one onto his plate. He hesitated, and I smirked and gave him a look that said 'You're afraid of a waffle? Seriously?'.

He glared at me while stabbing the waffle onto his fork, and shoved the whole thing into his mouth. He chewed and looked at me in surprise.

"Why hathenth ennyun uther twide thith vefo, uhm?" {1}

I burst out laughing at his attempt at speaking with an entire waffle shoved into his mouth.

"Whatth tho funneh, yeh?" {2}

I laughed harder and almost tipped out of my chair.

"First of all, your face is priceless, and second of all, I barely understood what in the hell you were trying to say, but you sounded fucking ridiculous!"

He finally swallowed, and I thought I saw his eye twitch in annoyance.

"Oh, and to answer your first question, it's because they aren't as awesome as me, and I can actually cook."

I grinned in a better-than-thou way towards him while his response was to smirk diabolically.

"Well, since you owe me for helping you, fixing your hair, and not making you sleep on the couch, and just me being the nice and amazing person that I am, you have to cook from now on, hmm."

He radiated smugness, and I just looked at him with mock conviction.

"You can't cook, can you?" I gave him a snarky, mocking smile.

"I can, hmm!"

He shouted.

"Then you can cook, too. Right?"

He looked defeated, and pouted.

"Fine, my food sucks, so what, uhn?"

I smiled, and replied.

"That's all you had to say, dork. I'll cook; no problemo."

He just smacked the back of my head and mumbled something under his breath that sounded like 'You can be such a bitch, hmm.'

He walked out of the room, and shouted.

"By the way, you bitch, you're on KP{3} duty from now on, yeah!"

I knew he was right but I didn't hesitate to share my discontent.

"Shit! Fuck you, asshole."

I stomped off to find my backpack in which I had to haul all of my school crap in. It was a black and dark blue checkerboard messenger bag. Slung it over my shoulder and checked my cell phone for the time. It was currently 8:45 am.

'Why didn't I think of that earlier?'

'Because, your special like that, you geek.'

'Shut up. I didn't ask.'

'Actually you did.'

'Well then, it was rhetorical.'

'Sure, whatever.'

I cut off the mental link because I really didn't want to deal with Inner right now. I grabbed my ratty black high top converse and tied them on sloppily, but just so they wouldn't come undone later. I checked the mirror to make sure that I didn't miss anything that would jeopardize my identity.

Let's see, hair? Awesome. Clothes? Check. Boobs properly wrapped? Awkward. Guy smell? Chocolate Axe is a go. Walk? Pantera. No, seriously it could use some work but is pretty believable. Attitude? I'm a tomboy anyways, so check. Voice? Eh, we should be okay. I don't have a really squeaky voce to begin with, but should add a little gravelly-ness to it. That's a check. Name? Saku Haruno. Deidara? Is doing his hair and eyeliner. I inwardly lost it laughing. This is totally fucked.

'Can we wear eyeliner, too?'

'That's a negative, sir. We're trying to not to get suspected of being a girl, okay? Better safe than sorry.'

'Affirmative, sir.'

'At ease, soldier.'

We laughed inwardly, and relaxed until we had to go. There's no need to be so uptight because that could appear suspicious, and it wouldn't help in the least. Or maybe it would add to my edginess? Ah, the possibilities.

When Dei was ready, we exited the apartment with our backpacks, and took a look at my schedule. The school day was from 9:00 am to 5:00 pm. Damn, that's like an hour and a half longer than out old school for sure. Maybe it won't be that bad. Then again, it's a boarding school and it won't be that easy.

My classes were set up as the following:

9:00- 9:25 …. Homeroom (Nagato, Pein)

[Locker combination will be given to you by your assigned Homeroom teacher.]

9:30- 10:45 …. Economics (Ryou, Kakuzu)

10:50- 12:00 …. Biology 1 (Seibu, Zetsu and Kiyohi, Orochimaru)

Break

12:15- 1:20 …. Elective A - Gym (Hoshigaki, Kisame and Yaguma, Hidan)

1:20- 2:05 …. Lunch

2:05- 3:20 …. Algebra 2 (Uchiha, Itachi)

*3:25- 4:10 …. Elective B - Drama (Uchiha, Tobi)

*3:25- 4:10 …. Elective C - Art/Woodshop (Akasuna, Sasori)

[* Alternating Electives switch every other day.]

4:10- 4:55 …. Homeroom (Nagato, Pein)

"Well, we have different Homeroom, Economic, and Elective B teachers, but we have the same classes otherwise, so it won't be too horrible. Lunch is my favorite subject because the food is to die for. Not to mention, we can sit wherever we want. Well, being as it's about a 15 minute walk, and class starts, we should run, hmm. Right now, yeah."

I looked at him, and I couldn't tell he if was kidding about the running part or not.

"Oh. Like now?"

"Like now, dumbass, yeah."

He turned on his heel and ran to the elevator which was now fully functional (which honestly pissed me off a little bit that of course the elevators were only not working when I was moving all of my shit in). I couldn't believe he left me behind. That jackass!

Grrrah! I ran after him and shoved my hand in the elevator door right before it shut, and it opened right away. He backed into the farthest corner of the elevator and put his backpack in front of him as a half-assed shield. I glared holes into his face and tackled him and tried to punch him in the stomach. He grabbed my fist, turned me around so he would have better chances of keeping me still, and restrained my arms against my sides, while I yelled.

"If you ditch me like that again, I will make your life hell!"

He glared at me not believing that I actually had the nerve to try to punch him for trying to ditch me.

"Okay, well I told you to run, and you were taking your sweet ass time getting out of there, so I left. I don't want to be late either, dumbass, hmm!"

Once I calmed down, he pushed me towards the other side and leaned against his side of the elevator. He looked at me annoyed and exasperated while I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Real mature, yeah."

"Shut up, jerk face."

The doors opened and we made a mad dash to the school building. When we got there he pointed out my homeroom class before he outright sprinted to his, almost knocking some dude over. I rolled my eyes, and yelled 'Thanks!' in his direction.

I closed my eyes for a moment, and took a deep breath before opening the door to Homeroom. Hell, at least I was on time, right?

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By the way, Please read the following, this is crucial for you to read:

~I was tedious in writing the descriptions because this is just describing the apartment and explaining how Sakura was going to pull off looking like a guy, and that whole scenario. It was also to get a feel for Deidara and Sakura's relationship, and stuff. It's really just an easy friendship, and they're real close so they basically say and do whatever. It will be easier to read and write after this chapter, so you shouldn't fret about that. Of course, Deidara is going to have skills other than just being an artist, but they include using his hands, so it should be well into his character. I thought about his hair and how awesome it is, and styling hair is basically an art with all of the styles and colors. I thought that it would make a nice, real world twist to make him talented in that regard. I just wanted to make this fic as fun and multifaceted as possible, so I'm sorry if slightly changing Sakura's hair was bothersome. She is still her and I promise that she won't seem out of character while this story progresses. Same with the other characters, just letting you know.

~Don't you all worry about Sakura not really meeting the others yet. This story progresses slowly, and it's just taking time, and is hopefully far from over. This is an AkaSaku harem fic. meaning eventual romance with EVERYONE in the Akatsuki. Not strictly a DeiSaku. I'm just making the relationships take a somewhat believable amount of time.

~Please comment. Hell, I'll even take flames. ;)

I love you all,

~Neptunian Burial

{1}~ "Why hasn't anyone tried this before, hmm?"

{2}~ "What's so funny, yeah?"

{3}~ KP duty is short for Kitchen Patrol duty, and that means she has to clean the kitchen after she cooks or whatever.