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

Disclaimer: I own NOTHING other than the plot!

Today is Tuesday, October 11, at 8:57 am. Also known as, my first official day of boarding school, and I'm about to be late. Oh, goody. Well, at least my best buddy Deidara, is going to be late too. Thankfully, we still have a sliver of a chance to make our classes on time, but we've got to run. Literally. Well, once the elevator opens its doors anyways. Lets recap.

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)

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?

*Recap Over*

I opened the door, and noticed that I was one of the first ones there.

'How is that? Wh-What in the fuck was the point on getting here on time? Oh, how I wish I could just maim someone for this.'

I groaned in inwardly, wishing for sweet over-reactive revenge.

'It's probably because most of the students are usually late and don't care, or somebody set all of the clocks back as a worldwide prank, and accidentally forgot to set ours back.'

'Always with the sarcasm, huh?'

'Yeah, pretty much.'

'Hn. I'll go with the first reason.'

'You are absolutely no fun.'

'You can be enough fun for the both of us, dude.'

'Will do, chicky.'

I approached a guy sitting in the teacher's chair. He had spiked ginger hair that was in every plausible direction, and too many piercings to count. I personally thought that the various piercings suited him and were pretty sexy. Yes, I love piercings. I know too many girls who don't find them particularly charming, but then again, I'm not those girls. I'm just one of many, and to their standards I'm an oddball. I don't mind though; it's no big deal.

Anyway, I noticed that the ginger was wearing a gold-painted nametag pinned to his shirt. It read 'Mr. Nagato' in black lettering. His clothes were a grey button up polo shirt, and some black skinny jeans. He was sitting at the large desk in front of the dry erase board looking over a myriad of papers.

So this is my teacher? He looks like he just graduated yesterday, but he had a vibe that said 'I rule you. Obey damnit because I demand respect.' He seems pretty serious, and all business, so that's a probable reason why the school thought he was qualified other than the fact that he looked quite intelligent.

I approached him, and cleared my throat to attempt to, politely, get his attention, so I could get my locker combination. He slightly inclined his head to indicate that he was listening, while still examining his paperwork.

"Uh, yeah. So, I'm the new student, and I've been told that you were the one to find so I could get my locker combination." I stared at him blankly, though not disrespectfully.

He looked up at me and offered an extremely small smile. His eyes were a light gray and had darker gray rings throughout the irises. I've never seen anyone with those eyes, andhonestly, they were pretty mesmerizing. As for the small smile, it was nearly undetectable, albeit polite.

I've always had a knack of reading emotions and expressions. Even the most subtle ones. I could tell this guy was decent character and wasn't really the stiff he appeared to be. I hadn't even known him for twelve seconds, and I could already tell.

"Saku Haruno, correct?"

"Yes, sir."

"Welcome to Homeroom. I'll be your Homeroom teacher this year; you may call me by 'Sir' or 'Mr. Nagato'. We should have no problems if you keep in line with being punctual, respectful, and stay on top of your classes. I look forward to having a rule-abiding student this year." His smile got slightly more prominent but was still barely noticeable. If that makes any sense whatsoever. He handed me a small slip of blue paper with the numbers '12-45-36' on it.

"Thank you, uh, Mr. Nagato. So, does it matter where I sit, or may I sit wherever?"

"Wherever there's an available seat will be fine. If you have any other questions, do not hesitate to ask." He turned his attention back to his work, after I replied with an 'Okay'.

'Hey, maybe this year won't suck as bad as we thought.'

'Well, so far so good.'

'At least we don't have to introduce ourselves in front of that class.'

'At least we don't have to do that.'

'I bet that eventually some jerk-wad of a teacher will make us.'

'Ugh, Inner, I really don't think we need to worry about that right now.'

'Tch. Whatever.'

I sat down in an empty seat, near a large window and put the blue slip of paper in a small zipper pocket of my black military Capri pants. Almost as soon as I sat down, the bell, signifying the transition to class, rang. Basically, the people that made it on time, which were just about seven guys total, eight including me, just sat there waiting for the other students to show up. About ten minutes later, the last guy showed up, and my teacher walked over to the board, and gave an announcement.

"Today we have a new student, so please welcome Saku Haruno. Please come up to the board, and introduce yourself."

'Jeez. Really? Fuck my life.'

'I told you. Did I not?'

'Yes, wise mental condition, you did.'

I stood straight up, and made my way over to the board, mumbling obscenities under my breath. I Just stood there casually and began my introduction with a bored look on my face. The class really looked like they had other things to do other than pretend to care about some new kid. So, we had the same amount of enthusiasm about my little speech.

"Eh, I'll keep this short. So, the name's Saku Haruno. I don't put up with bullshit. I like music, and I can play drums, bass, and guitar. I also have a pet tarantula, and I room with Deidara Iwa. Uh, that's all?"

I gave the teacher a glance that asked 'Can I sit down now?'. He nodded, and I slunk back to my seat, plopped my backpack onto my desk, and set my head on it. Only then did I realize how tired I was. I had usually always tried to get ten hours of sleep every day (yes, I know that's a lot) because I'm weird like that. Today I had only gotten about five or six. I was so low on energy; it wasn't even funny.

Nagato passed out some papers with this week's events and handed me a syllabus. I'm a neat freak, so I put all of the papers into my homeroom folder and put them back into my backpack immediately. The class was pretty uneventful, but I really didn't mind because I was too tired to complain. The bell rang, signaling the end of class.

I was one of the last ones to get out of my seat, and just as I was about to exit the room, Mr. Nagato called me over. I walked over to his desk, and he proceeded to go over the standard things about what I am required to do when getting to Homeroom from now on.

Basically, all I had to do was look at the board to find out what items I needed for my other classes and write them down so when I had a locker break I didn't have to take fifty million books to carry at once, and just take the required materials. Homeroom was also where we got notices for events and things of the like. At the end of the day, we could even work on homework before the last locker break, and the end of the school day or what the fuck ever.

I offered him a 'Thank you.' and left the class. I looked for locker #213 and took the now crumpled piece of blue paper out of my pants pocket and opened it. The locker was pretty spacey, and they were all black. I looked at my schedule and put everything other than my Economics class materials in my locker, and I scuffled to my next class.

Entering the class. I sat down at the nearest empty seat. I looked around the classroom and noticed that the teacher wasn't there. I shrugged inwardly, and took out my binder, my textbook, and a blue pen. I flipped open my binder to a clean sheet of leaf paper and looked at the board. It had directions on setting up a chart, and I copied it, and then set my arms on the desk, setting my head on top of them. I was aware of my surroundings but was also halfway asleep. As I was about to fully drift off, I heard a deep voice make itself known.

"Alright, you cretins, take out a sheet of paper, and copy this chart on the board, so we can get started."

I ignored it since I had already done that, and set my chin back on my forearms, and just sat there. The sounds of groans, chairs scraping against the hardwood floors, shuffling of papers, and sharpening of pencils could be heard. My eyes were closed, but I was awake, and waiting for the next set of instructions, but then I noticed that the room seemed to be darker because the light that was filtering through my eyelids was dimmed. I heard the same deep voice clear his throat rather agitatedly, and it was much closer than it originally had been.

I looked up to see a guy that was slightly older than my Homeroom teacher. Possibly twenty-twoish. Although, his appearance was extremely different than Nagato. He had dark tanned skin, with stitches on nearly every part of his person that was exposed, and shaggy dark brown hair. He had neon green eyes, but the weirdest part of his eyes was the sclera, which were black. I've heard that some people tattooed their eyeballs, and all I had to say about that was, that shit had to hurt, and they were damn brave or freaking stupid to go through with that. Despite all of these odd 'sexy' physical quirks, it worked for him. He wore a black wife-beater, with a white unbuttoned polo shirt over it with the sleeves pulled up to his elbows, and grey jeans. He had a gold nametag with black lettering that read 'Mr. Ryou' pinned to his shirt.

'Inner, to you, everyone with a dick is sexy to you.'

'That's not true! I have only commented on our roommate, and all of our teachers so far, the students aren't very attractive. Well, none that I've seen as of yet.'

'It's like I don't even need to say anything after that statement. You're a slore. A slut, and a whore combined.'

'Whores get paid.'

'Oh, trust me I'm paying right now, you stupid mental disorder.'

'I resent-'

I broke the mental link and cut her off not wanting to hear any of it. Mr. Ryou looked down at me with a glare.

"Why aren't you following directions, and doing what the others are? You're supposed to copy the diagram on the board. I do not tolerate any student who blows off his work, and sleeps in class. Get to it. Now."

I sat up and I guessed that my arms were covering my work, and it looked like I was shirking my class work and sleeping instead.

"I'm sorry, sir. I already copied it when I got here, and since I hadn't gotten much sleep from yesterday due to packing, I thought it would be okay to rest a little. I didn't mean to appear incompetent, Mr. Ryou." I said with a professional, yet polite tone.

" I didn't see your chart, and I saw you nodding off, and assumed that you were slacking. However, if you do fall asleep, and miss the material, I will not be so tolerant. You are the new student, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir. I'm Saku Haruno, and I had just moved onto campus yesterday."

"Yes, well, welcome to Economics. I'll be your teacher this year. I don't hate you as much as I do my other students this year as of yet, so don't screw up."

"Uh. Yes, sir?"

He nodded and walked off, towards his desk. I let out a breath that I had been holding in, and relaxed. He was intimidating and appeared to be the analytical type. I knew he was serious about not screwing up, so I really had to watch my back. My teachers were all business, and no nonsense so far. How in the hell am I going to pull this off?

I inwardly groaned, and then turned my attention to whatever lesson my teacher was droning on about. Today was going to be hell.

As class ended, I got out of there, gathered my stuff, shoved it into my backpack, and went back to my locker to empty my bag of economics' class, and instead filled it with the materials needed for Biology.

I arrived in the classroom, and I was relieved that the atmosphere wasn't as serious or heavy as my others had been. I noticed that no one but me and two other guys were there. While they were both odd, they intrigued me.

The first guy that I noticed had short, spiky green hair. However, the hair was not what caught me off guard; it was his skin. His skin color was split halfway, down the middle, leaving his left side white, and his right-side black as ebony. His eyes were a mysterious, glowing yellow and he wore a black T-shirt that said, 'You say psycho like it's a bad thing…', and baggy black jeans with shiny chains hanging from the sides. He had a teacher's nametag that said 'Mr. Seibu'.

The other guy was just as odd, though in his own way. He had long sleek jet-black hair, with pale skin, and eyeliner surrounding lime green eyes. He wore a white blank T-shirt and normal blue jeans which were shredded at the knee. He also had a nametag that read 'Mr. Kiyohi'.

They both looked odd, but they had a fun, and almost crazy atmosphere about them. Plus, their oddities made them quite attractive. 'We have such weird taste in guys.' Inner and I thought in unison.

They were setting up some sort of equipment for each table which fit two students each. I just stood at the doorway so I wouldn't get in their way, and heard them discussing music, and I automatically tuned in. They were debating whether or not Metallica or Megadeth was better. There's no competition.

"Metallica invented thrash metal, but Megadeth perfected it." I said, matter of fact.

They looked up at me, and Mr. Seibu grinned, and I noticed that he had sharp pointed teeth. Okay, that's badass. While Mr. Kiyohi was pondering my statement. I grinned back and introduced myself.

"Hey, I'm the new student Saku Haruno. I'm sorry to butt into your conversation like that, but I couldn't help it. I'm a metal fan." I stuck my right hand out and Mr. Kiyohi shook my hand, and Mr. Seibu followed suit.

"Hey, we're your Biology teachers. My name's Zetsu Seibu. Good to know that there are other metal fans out there."

'Whoa, his voice changed.'

'Is he schizoid like us?'

'I guess so.'

'Sweet!'

"Nice to meet you, sir." He smiled.

"My name's Orochimaru Kiyohi. Glad to meet another metal-head, but I've got to disagree with you there. Metallica is way better than Megadeth."

"Nice to meet you too, sir, but I'm afraid we're going to have to agree to disagree on that one." I grinned again, and to which he returned it.

"So, would you mind helping us set up? The other students haven't arrived yet. Lazy bastards. That's not nice. I don't care. At all? No."

Whoa, déjà vu, Inner.'

'Seriously. That's kinda hot.'

Mr. Kiyohi interjected, "You get used to that." I nodded.

"Uh. Sure, I'll help. What do you want me to do?"

"You want to get the dead frogs in the jars, and set them on the tables, one jar each?" Zetsu asked.

"We're dissecting frogs? Hell yeah! I did this last year. It was so much fun, but now I can't eat frozen fruit because of the formalin preservative smell. It's the stuff that helps them to not rot, right?" I said all in one breath.

Orochimaru laughed lightly, and said, "Yeah, that's right. It is kind of fun, but it's more fun watching the students faint or freak out because they have to dissect a frog."

Zetsu laughed and I smirked.

"Now, there's something we can agree on."

I grabbed the box of jars, in which the preserved, dead amphibians resided. I set a jar on each desk.

"There." I set the last jar on the last desk after a few minutes of prying the tightly packed jars out of the cardboard boxes. "So, what now?"

"Nothing, we're done here. We just have to wait for the late bastards that you have to graduate with."

"Jeez, thanks Mr. Seibu," I said sarcastically. "So, where should I sit, or does it matter?"

"Nah. Sit wherever," interjected Mr. Kiyohi.

"Thanks."

I placed my backpack on the floor and crossed my arms on the table to prop my head on them. I was about to nod off again, due to my lack of sleep when I saw a flash of blonde in the corner of my eye. Oh boy.

"Hey, yeah!" Damn. I was about to actually get some rest. Apparently, it's Dei's goal in life to make sure that I can't sleep, that is, if he has anything to say about it. I cried like a baby internally, and Inner sobbed, and nearly drowned in her tears. I cracked my probably bloodshot eyes open, and responded tersely, "Hi."

"Whoa, hmm. Hostile much?"

"Sorry, dude. Nothing personal, I'm just tired. Oh wait, you keep waking me up, so yeah, I guess it is personal. You bet your ass I'm going to be hostile until I get a decent amount of sleep." I half-heartedly glared at him and punched him in the arm. He punched me back, but I didn't respond. I just put my head down on my arms again. He sat next to me and handed me a note once the bell rang. Class has officially begun. Following the bell, I read the note.

'Sorry about that, yeah.'

'It's fine. I just need sleep, or I'm going to die. D:'

'Haha dramatic much, yeah?'

'No. -.-'

'C'mon, yeah. Lighten up. :P'

'Fine, but I get to dissect the frog.'

'You're such a freak, yeah.'

'Yeah, I know, but you realize that you're the one with mouths on your hands right?'

'Fine. You win, yeah. -.-'

'Winning ;P'

'You're not Charlie Sheen, dumbass, yeah.'

'You're a jerk.'

'I know, yeah. Hey the teachers are completely creepy, huh?'

'What do you mean? They seem fine to me.'

'Have you seen them? They're weirder than all hell! One is completely black and white, and dissociative identity disorder, and they both have creepy as shit eyes.'

'I don't have any problem with them. They seem cool. I can tell, and I think you're just caught up with they're appearances. Yeah, it's a bit unorthodox, but I think it's cool. If you don't remember, then I'll have to remind you that I'm DID, too. Like you are one to talk. Most people don't have a speech impediment and say 'yeah' or 'hmm' all the time, and after every sentence, in case you haven't noticed.'

I felt bad about how Zetsu and Orochimaru kept getting creeped out looks, and how easily people shunned those who are different. It made me feel disgusted to be a human being to see jerks like that, when everyone has their own different quirks, no matter how subtle, and unnoticeable they may be. It left a bad taste in my mouth, and I was on edge again.

'Whatever, yeah. Shut the fuck up.'

I shoved the note in my pants pocket when Zetsu was starting to look suspicious. Orochimaru was instructing the class on how to prepare the frogs, and then how to dissect them. I already knew the procedure, so I opened the jar and took the frog out, after I put my goggles and gloves on. Everyone else had done so, too.

I grabbed a hold of the frog carcass and set it on the steel tray. I flipped the frog onto it's back and used the specimen pins to pin its front and back legs to the tray. I grabbed the scalpel, cut an 'I' shape onto its torso, just deep enough to cut through the layer of skin. I peeled back the skin and continued the dissection. Some of the students cringed from the stench and gagged a little once they had prepared their frogs, or watched their partners do it. *Cough* Deidara *Cough*. As I finished the dissection, was thoroughly engrossed in the experiment, and hadn't minded a bit. I kind of got over it the first time I dissected a frog. Deidara looked like he wanted to puke. I chuckled a little, and he glared at me.

"Do you want to dissect one?" He turned a little pale and glared at me more. Mr. Seibu, and Mr. Kiyohi called each pair of lab partners up to give them a grade on how they did with the dissection, one by one.

"No, yeah." His face got slightly red because he was getting really annoyed with me, but I didn't really care.

"That was the most confusing answer. 'No, yeah.' What does that even mean? Yes, or no?" I continued to tease him, and he got redder and redder.

"I'm going to kill you. I don't want to dissect any dead fucking frogs, yeah. You know I can't help talking like this, hmm."

"Awh, I was just kidding, man. Sheesh, and you tell me to lighten up. In fact I think your impediment is-." I didn't get to finish my sentence because the bell rang, saying that it was the end of Biology class. Dei got right up and briskly walked out of class with a pissed off and dejected look on his face. I sighed, starting to feel pretty bad about how I acted towards him earlier, and got up to follow him to let him know that I didn't mean anything by it, and finish what I was going to say, but Orochimaru called me over.

"Yes, sir?"

"I wanted to let you and Deidara know what your grade was on the dissection."

"Oh, well how'd we do?"

"Highest grade in the class, actually. It was a 97%."

"Nice. Well, thanks. I'll let him know." I offered a smile, and nearly sprinted out of the class to my locker. I couldn't see Dei anywhere and decided to talk to him when we got to gym. I unloaded everything into my locker and took my almost empty backpack that only held my items for Algebra, with me to the gym, which was located in a nearby building.

I entered the gym and saw that it was a huge basketball court with giant stair-like bleachers. I saw what I thought were my two teachers, and fortunately I was correct. Wait. I meant, unfortunately I was correct. Okay first of all, why are all of my teachers young, weird, and exotically sexy? I will never know.

The first one I noticed was tall. Like 6'10". Not only that; he was blue. Not like under the weather, emo kind of blue. But sky blue, the color. Upon further inspection, I noticed that his teeth were sharpened like Mr. Seibu's were, he had gills tattooed on his cheekbones, his hair was dark blue with gravity defying spikes, and his eyes were light gray, and he was wearing eyeliner. How in the hell did he pull that off? Because let me tell you, he totally did. He was wearing black basketball shorts and a black wife-beater, on which was a nametag that read 'Mr. Hoshigaki'.

The next guy was tall too, but not as tall as some of my other teachers were. He had silver hair that was slicked back but looked no older than twenty years old. He was albino from what I could tell. His eyes were purple with a tinge of pink. He had a silver Jashinist rosary and wore white sweatpants. He didn't have a shirt, but he had his nametag pinned into his skin, in his pectoral muscle. Now, I was slightly familiar with the Jashinist beliefs due to it being in my culture/ history class I had last year, and knew that maiming themselves were daily rituals, and he probably didn't care. The nametag read 'Mr. Yaguma'.

'Hot damn. Do you see their muscles?'

'Why yes; yes I do. Not bad. Not bad.'

'Not bad at all.'

I walked over to them, and they looked up from the clipboards they were reading from and Mr. Hoshigaki walked towards me, and looked down at his clipboard briefly, before saying, "Are you the new guy?"

"Yeah, the name's Saku Haruno, but you probably already knew that."

"Yeah, we fucking did. Shit, we were expecting more, and to be fucking frank, you don't look like much, seriously."

"He's got Tourette's. Don't mind his attitude, language, or whatever. Anyways, we've got to get you a uniform, so follow me. By the way, the name's Kisame Hoshigaki, and that's Hidan Yaguma."

"Nice to meet you both, I guess." Kisame laughed.

"We're not that bad. Well, I'm not. He's an asshole, though."

"I believe that." I chuckled as Kisame and I walked into the back room to retrieve my uniform. We heard Hidan yell from the gym.

"Fuck both of you bastards!"

"Is he always like this?"

"Yes." He groaned while stretching.

"I'm sorry. That must suck." He grinned.

"You don't know the half of it. Any-who, I think these will fit you."

He handed me a pair of black sweatpants and a dark red T-shirt.

"They should." I nodded gratefully, and he pointed out the locker room. I changed clothes in a stall. I put my Van Halen shirt, and my pants in my backpack so I was clad in the dark red T-shirt , and Dei's boxers. Yes, you heard that right. He let me borrow his until we could go to Wal-Mart and get me the stuff I need, maybe later today or tomorrow.

He knew that I had gym, and if I were wearing my regular underwear, it would raise some eyebrows. By the way, I think I would have cried if he wore briefs, but because there is a God somewhere or I'm just have really awesome luck, he does indeed wear boxers. I unfolded my sweatpants and pulled them on, and retied my black, high-top converse before exiting.

Speaking of Dei, I wondered if he was still mad, so I caught up with him after we both changed into our uniforms. As soon as I approached him, he glared at me like I had eaten the last Klondike bar on earth. Oh yeah, he was pissed. I gave him an apologetic look and pulled him to the side.

"Okay, so I went too far with the last thing I said, and I'm sorry dude. I didn't mean anything by it. We can talk about this when we get back to the apartment if you want to. Also, I was trying to say that I thought the speech thing was cute before you walked out. Are we cool?" I gave him an 'I'm really sorry, please don't stay mad at me, dude.' look.

He didn't even move a muscle, so I turned to walk towards the main gym because they were locking the locker room in five minutes, so no one could go back in. Everyone had already left to find their place on the bleachers, and I was just about to step out of the locker room, but I was pulled back by my arm, and made to spin around.

I was face to face with Deidara. He looked at me with a dull anger in his eyes, and a sight frown on his face. He let go of my arm and grabbed both of my shoulders. He pulled me towards him and wrapped his arms around me. I swear for a split second he kissed my forehead. And as soon as he hugged me, he let go and walked out of the locker room. I could have sworn I heard him say "I can't stay mad at you, yeah."

For a moment I was frozen to the spot, and I shook my head to snap out of it. Then, I ran out of the locker room, and found myself a spot on the bleachers. I set my elbows on my knees, and set my chin on my knuckles, all bored-like. Kisame spoke up first.

"Alright, so for those of you who are new," He looked at me. "or have forgotten how this class works, I work on warm-ups, cardio, and stamina for this class. "

"As for me, I have to teach you fuckers martial arts and muscle endurance." As Mr. Yaguma so kindly put it.

We followed Mr. Hoshigaki out of the gym, and onto the track field. He had us run seven, quarter mile laps, and then made us do stretches, so we wouldn't pull a muscle during the rest of class. When I ran, I wasn't the fastest but I could keep up, and Dei was ahead of me for most of the warm up, but my stamina was better than most, so I ended up being towards the front of the pack, and Deidara finished right behind me. During the stretching, I was probably more flexible, being a girl, but I didn't really stand out from most of the class, too much.

Hidan made us do pushups, and I knew that it would probably be a breeze do to the fact that I never did the girl push-ups because they weren't difficult enough. If my workouts weren't excruciatingly difficult, then I don't really get any results, and it won't even feel like I worked out. So, I have to always push myself to the breaking point so that I can barely move the next day.

Mr. Yaguma was a crazy bastard, and had us do push-ups for three minutes straight, and let me tell you, it was hard as fuck to do. It doesn't sound like much, but you set a timer for that amount of time and do push-ups throughout and tell me how you do. I could do push-ups at a moderately pace, so I probably reached about sixty. We did some machine weights afterwards, and he announced that we were halfway through the boxing class unit, and we would actually be allowed to have the fighting matches now.

I was so spent after that was done, and I was going to be Jell-o in the morning. I was drenched in sweat, and then he brought us to this ring. It was a boxing ring, and I had a feeling that this would turn out to be fun. I loved a good fight, even if I lost. I was usually too proud to allow myself to lose, but I never really cared if I got hurt because my aunt was in the military as a medic in her earlier years and taught me how to treat anything from a scrape to a gash, and a first degree burn to a third degree burn. I got a second wind from seeing that ring and couldn't wait to kick some sorry guy's ass to hell and back.

He walked over to me while the other classmates were getting their boxing gear.

"Hey, you don't have to fucking fight, and make a pussy out of yourself because you haven't been here to practice this shit. You don't look like you'd make a decent fight anyways."

"On the contrary, I have been fighting since I was eleven, and not just boxing. I'll take on anyone here."

I responded clearly offended, and ready to prove myself.

"Alright, punk. Your in, and you can't fucking wimp out when it's your turn to fight."

I got my hand wraps, and wrapped my hands, wrists, and the knuckles that we were going to be making contact with, namely middle and index knuckles. We all got a pair of boxing gloves which were black with a red stripe up the side. Mr. Yaguma set everyone into pairs, and I was the odd one out, so I had to fight him. Bring it the fuck on, asshole. He looked at me up and down in distaste.

"This should be the quickest fight of my life. You're so fucking scrawny."

I glared at him and little did he know that his little jibes were only feeding my adrenalin and fueling my anger. I always fight better when I'm bat-shit pissed off. We were the last in line to fight, and I saw Deidara step into the ring, with some guy that had red hair and thick eyeliner, and he had a Japanese kanji tattoo to the left side of his forehead. I didn't really know what it stood for, but it didn't really matter at the moment.

As Hidan blew the whistle, they stepped toward each other. I could tell this was going to be a good fight. They were both fast, although Deidara was the quicker of the two, but the redhead clearly had better defense.

They were throwing jabs, and sharp left hooks, while bobbing, and weaving on their feet to avoid contact from the other opponent. I was getting really pumped up for my fight just watching my fellow classmates' matches. They were pretty closely matched, and it was just a matter of who would last the longest. The redhead had received a blow right below his right eye, where he sported a slight laceration, and I could tell Dei jarred his wrist when he jabbed the guy in the jaw at a weird angle earlier. He also had gotten a nicely cut lip from one of the left hooks that 'red' sent his way.

In a split second, Dei looked surprised, and barely missed the uppercut, and weaved to the left, while sending his left glove into the red head's eye. Due to him moving his entire body to the left, and putting all of that power behind his punch, he knocked out red, and ended the match. There was a chorus of cheers, and they were both escorted by Kisame to get ice and aspirin from the school clinic as soon as they got out of the ring.

Next up, was Mr. Yaguma against me. I checked my wraps and tightened the gloves on my hands with my teeth (because no fingers). After I stepped into the ring, I was handed my own mouth guard. Everyone had gotten their own, so that was fine by me. I put it in my mouth, and tested my weight on each foot, while shooting imaginary daggers into Hidan's head. This should be interesting.

He glared at me with the same intensity. The bell rang, and I took note that though he would probably be bringing more brutal punches due to his muscle mass, however, I was lighter on my feet, and would be able to react faster. Now, I'm not saying that my punches wouldn't be powerful in their own right, but I'm just saying his could clearly do more damage; no contest.

He came at me, and I weaved under his arm, and made contact with his torso, right where the sternum was. He looked a tad surprised that I landed a hit, though he had just barely stumbled, and held his ground. We bobbed and weaved as if it was an aggressive dance. I sidestepped an uppercut and moved right close to him and swung a right hook and it hit him directly in the nose. I heard a crunch, and there was a chorus of "Oooh's!" that rang throughout the gym.

His head swung back ,and he let out a surprised grunt. I quickly jumped back in case he decided to use the momentum against me. Hs nose was bleeding heavily, and during my split second of being distracted by my small victory, he clipped my cheek with the side of his glove, and he used that momentum to swing his other arm around and caught me smack in the center of my ribcage. I immediately choked on a mixture of air, and spit. I bit my tongue during contact, and tasted blood.

As I sputtered, and spit out blood and excess spit, the class hissed and in unison. I gasped for breath as I moved backwards to get some distance between us, and when I finally caught my breath, I dove under his right jab, and used the momentum to give more power to my left hand, and his jaws smacked together as a result of my uppercut. He staggered, and fell to his butt, spitting out his own blood.

A moment later of being dazed by my finishing hit, he got right back up, and grinned at me like this was an inside joke. He raised his arm as if to hit me, when I felt his hand grab onto my wrist, and lift it in the air. I won? My mouth gaped, and I felt like shit. But. I won.

The class was hollering loudly in excitement, and I exited the ring. I walked over to Mr. Hoshigaki, and he have me a huge grin, and gave me an icepack, and two aspirin.

"That was great, kid. You nearly got your ass handed to you, but you managed to knock Hidan onto his instead. It's pretty rare that we get a student that can do that, even if they're about his size, but never a kid that's barely half his size. Great job, Haruno."

I walked over to Dei, who was in shock, and I gave him a tired and lazy grin. "Holy shit, hmm! That was great!"

"Thanks, man. You weren't too bad yourself. So how bad's the damage? Do I look like shit?" He laughed.

"I'm not going to lie. You look like hell, yeah. You've got a bruised jaw, a split lip, blood all over your mouth, and you're hand looks swollen, hmm."

"Yeah, well you don't look any better! In fact, you've got all of that, and your nose is bleeding." He frowned a little, and punched my arm. I nudged his forearm with the back of my hand, and offered, "Hey, at least we don't look like the guys we fucked up."

"That's true, hmm." He grinned, and put his hands behind his head.

"Ugh, I feel like shit though."

"Yeah, hmm. I hear you." He grimaced.

"Hey, asshole!" I turned around knowing that it was Mr. Yaguma.

"Sir?" I asked confused, and slightly peeved.

"I'm fucking surprised at you kid. That was one motherfucking awesome fight." He held out his right hand, so I grabbed it and we shook hands. I was shocked to be honest.

"Yeah, it was a great fight. Uh, thanks, Teach." He grinned.

"No fucking problem. If you keep up that shit, you'll have no issues passing this class."

My eyeballs almost popped out of my skull, and I heard Deidara choke, on the water he was drinking, behind me.

"Okay, will do." I grinned.

"Well, it's almost time for lunch, so I'm fucking out of here. Later, fuckers!"

I turned to Deidara who was pretty much drowning, so I slapped him on the back a few times until he could breathe again. He gave me a grateful, and exasperated look.

"Wow, yeah. I've never seen Hidan complement anyone. How'd you swing that, yeah?"

"I'm not sure, but speaking of lunch, I'm starving." My stomach gurgled in agreement, while the bell rung. We walked, *cough*ran*cough*, back into the locker room. I changed back into my clothes in the stall, all quick like, but I reeked of bad B.O., and Dei had the Chocolate Axe spray. So, I walked over to where he was and he was shirtless. He had bruises everywhere, and blood had dripped from his lip onto his chest. The bloody lip was due to the boxing match with that redhead. Damn, he looked beat to hell.

'I believe the terminology you were looking for is sexy as hell, dear.'

'Ugh, you again?'

'Oh, of course. I was there throughout the entire fight, and you did well without me, girl. I'm proud, man.'

'Thanks Inner. Wait. Why didn't you help me? How is that even sexy? He looks like he was hit by a train!'

'You need to learn to not depend on me as much, dude. I get tired as hell with all of the fights you start. Anyways, think about it. He's all sweaty, and has blood dripping down his masculine chest, and just handed someone their ass in a fight. That's fucking hot.'

'We just did that too, Inner. I doubt he thinks we look sexy. You're just a sick pervert.'

'Maybe you haven't noticed, but he keeps glancing at us every chance he gets.'

I automatically tuned Inner out, refusing to listen to anymore of her nonsense, and sat next to Dei. After he sprayed *marinated* himself with Axe, he threw me the can, and I doused myself with the stuff, too. I checked myself in the mirror, and cleaned the blood off of my also trainwrecked face.

I grabbed some paper towel, and dabbed my lip with it, and handed some to Deidara, which he gladly took. We looked like we had a brawl with a pissed off grisly bear. I inwardly chuckled at that mental image, and we walked out of the locker room.

I swear, after we opened the door to the locker room and we exited, a cloud of deodorant spray plumed onto the hallway. Maybe I'm just exaggerating though I was a little lightheaded from the fumes.

We left straight for lunch, and it was heaven. I almost skipped through the cafeteria. They had everything. The cafeteria was huge, almost as big as the entire gym building. The walls were painted a deep purple, while the flooring was a dark brown-ish black wood. It had a modern look to it, and was very tasteful, as was everything else on campus.

I grabbed a Monster energy drink, spicy tuna roll, and a volcano roll. Dei had grabbed a Monster, too, but he grabbed a cheeseburger, and fries, and drowned everything in ketchup. We sat at an empty table, and immediately shoveled the food into our faces.

"This is so good." I managed to get out, after my rabid animal feeling was over.

"I told you, hmm." He said while stuffing twelve French fries into his mouth.

We didn't really say anything else through lunch because we were too busy wolfing down our meals. As soon as lunch was over, we were both almost in tears after hearing that lunch was over, and we had to go to the next class which was Algebra. Math was one of my best subjects, so I didn't mind, but Dei was an entirely different story. According to him, the teacher was a total prick, too. We'll see.

We walked into the classroom, and sat down close to the back of the classroom. Mr. Uchiha wasn't there though, so I turned to Deidara, who was to my left, and asked why he doesn't like him. He opened his mouth right as the teacher walked into the room. He immediately shut it, and leaned back in his chair, while giving me an 'I'll tell you later,' look.

I noticed that the teacher had black, onyx eyes with a tint of blue, and matching dark hair. His skin was pale, but slightly tanned than mine. He had to be related to the principal Madara Uchiha, because they had the same features, and more evidence of this, the same last name.

Mr. Uchiha had serious dark circles under his eyes, like he hadn't had a decent night's sleep in years. He was gorgeous non-the-less, but had a alert but somber air about him, which was odd considering he only taught math. Perhaps he was just over-analytical, and that's why he taught math. He didn't seem like a jerk, or even remotely rude in the least. I almost felt bad for the guy, after hearing the impression Dei had of him. I noticed that all of the class appeared present, and moderately well behaved. This guy must be really strict considering that fact.

I noticed his attire consisted of a dark blue button up shirt, and black skinny jeans. He looked about the same age as Nagato. After looking at a piece of paper, and putting it on his desk, he walked over to me.

"You're the new student, Saku Haruno, correct?"

"Yes, sir. I am."

"Welcome to Algebra, I'll be your teacher this year. "

He offered a small smile, and I almost fell out of my chair after seeing it. It was small, but it looked so nice on him. Almost heartbreakingly nice. Inner was stunned silent. Luckily, tried not to show any of this on the outside, and I muttered a polite thank you, while returning my own smallish smile.

He nodded once and walked up to the board. He wrote the page, and the numbers of the problems of the numbers he told the class to complete. The whole class period was dead silent, though Dei and I had a silent conversation consisting of looks, and facial expressions that only we could be capable of. It went like this.

'What was that all about, yeah.'

'I don't know, this isn't normal for him?'

'Not really, hmm.'

'Maybe because I'm just the new kid, and I look like I was mauled by a rhinoceros?'

'Maybe, yeah.'

After class, Dei and I let out breaths that we had no idea we were holding in. We looked at each other oddly and laughed when we reached the hall in which our lockers were. His locker was directly across from mine, and I put all of my crap in the locker, other than my Binder that I set up for my drama class, and my pencil case.

"Bye, dude!" I called over my shoulder to Deidara.

"Bye, yeah!"

I grinned as I walked over to my next, and basically final, class. It was a ways away from my locker compared to my other classes. It wasn't a normal classroom; it was theater sized. It had no desks or anything, but it did have a stage. I was one of the last to get in there. As soon as I entered, I saw a blur of black and neon orange. It glomped me, and even though I froze and didn't fall, I stumbled, and almost went deaf. My ears were ringing, and it was because the thing that glomped me yelled in my ear.

"You must be Saku Haruno! Tobi is Tobi! Tobi is so glad you joined his class! Tobi hopes you love Drama because Tobi does!"

"I c-an't freaking b-reathe! Get of-f please, s-ir!"

"Tobi is so sorry, Haruno!"

He got off and started bawling. Uh. This is my teacher. O-kay then? What the fuck? Drama class indeed. I deadpanned and tried to get my teacher to stop crying while the entire class was staring at me.

'Well now, this is awkward.'

'You think?'

I awkwardly patted his back, and told him it was fine. He glomped me again, and stopped crying, I had to pry him off again. Let me tell you, it was the longest class of my life. Once my teacher quit attacking me, he went over how we were going to reenact the story 'The Tell-Tale Heart' by Edgar Allen Poe.

I noticed that he was wearing an Orange mask that was in the likeness of a lollypop, and had one eyehole on the right side. His visible eye was the same as Itachi's, and he had spikes at the top of his head that were more flashy then Madara's, but he had long straight hair like Itachi's toward the bottom. It was longer and much crazier than either of the former Uchihas. It was incredibly scene styled, and he sounded like he was hopped up on LSD or some other drug that makes you act crazy and exhilarated, and talked in third person.

His clothes were just as normal as my other teachers though. He wore a black button up with hair-breadth orange stripes down it with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, and he wore torn, white skinny jeans. How in the hell was he able to glomp me in those? I pondered. His nametag read 'Mr. Uchiha', and I wondered how many fucking Uchihas were in this school. So far there was Madara, the principal, Itachi, my Algebra teacher, and now Tobi, my drama teacher. Joyness.

We read The Tell-Tale Heart during class, and he said that the auditions for the screenplay would be held the next time class starts, and then the bell rang mercifully to let us know that class was over.

I headed over to Homeroom, exasperated, and couldn't wait to get back home. Home. Where was that now? Is it Aunt Tsunade's or at the apartment with Dei?

It doesn't freaking matter, for the next year, home will be at the apartment whether I want it to be or not. It's not that I don't like it there, it's just that there is a ton that I've got to adapt to.

I got to homeroom, and Mr. Nagato was sitting at his desk like he had his morning. I sat down in the chair I had this morning as well and wrote the homework down from all of my classes so that when I went back to the final locker break, I would grab everything I needed to.

After the class had ended, and I walked to my locker, I saw Dei grab his stuff to work on his. I muttered an exhausted 'hey', and stuffed my backpack with all of my binders, my math textbook, the Paperback copy of the works of Edgar Allan Poe, and my economics textbook, I slammed my locker shut, and followed Dei out of the school, and back to our apartment.

Please read the following, this is crucial:

~So, how was it? Sakura did pretty well for her first day, huh? Well, she isn't going to have any slip-ups right away. Stay tuned for that.

~As for the dissecting frog thing. It's true. I can't eat frozen fruit because of the preservative smell from dissecting frogs. Weird, huh?

~Oh, and I see that some of you might be shocked that Orochimaru isn't one of the bad guys in this story. I usually hate him, but I thought that if I made him a tad OOC, just a little, that he could be likeable. It's an alternate universe fic. anyways, so I've decided to not make him a pedo-creep. Kabuto will not make an appearance, at least not as far as I've planned because I despise him. I'm not sure whether or not to put the rest of the Konoha Nine in my fic either. Only time will tell.

Please comment. Hell, I'll even take flames. ;)
I seriously worked on the spacing so it would be easier on the eyes.
I love you all,
~Neptunian Burial