Monopoly

seethroughglass

Chapter Six:

did you know that harassment sounds like her-ass-ment?

Flowers, no doubt handpicked daises, posies, and—were those dandelions? What is this freaking Beanie doing shoving dandelions in my face? I growled, "Konohamaru! Back off; I'm allergic!" Just to prove my point, my nose decided to enrage in a tickling fury, and I was sneezing like there was no tomorrow.

"Bless you, Sexy," He said slyly with a conniving grin after the long torrent, and I just glared at him, wiping the water from my watering eyes off my cheeks.

Konohamaru is Sarutobi-sensei's—the old principal now Council head second to Namikaze-san—grandson, and the most atrocious being in the world. He's like a little Naruto copy, but not in appearance, seeing as he has big dark brown eyes and an uncontrollable mass of cocoa colored hair on his head, an always-permanent blush playing on his cheeks. Just like his blush, a green beanie cap was always on his head, hence his nickname I gave him, Beanie. Really, though, all kids who are in the Academy Building are either called that or Bean, because they're so cute like little jelly beans with so much and energy and cuteness!

I narrowed my eyes, swatting the yellow weeds out of my face and onto the floor. They're all cute accept for him. "Go dig a hole and bury yourself in it, Bean."

He gasped, looking with wide eyes at his flower arrangement fall to the ground, a quiet thump proof I'd really knocked them out of his hands. Konohamaru squeaked, "Sakura-babe…I—I thought that—"

"Take a hike!"

"Only if it that hike takes me to the highest place of your heart, for it is more valuable than me than the underwear of yours that I got out of your suitcase when it fell." He then pulled out a pair of my panties, taking a long sniff, "Smells just like strawberries…"

My face convulsed; what level of pervert has this kid reached in only the sixth grade! Konohamaru is eleven and he's going through my underwear luggage—my eyes widened. "My luggage fell open?" I asked, not even caring to hide my ultimate shock of the coming embarrassment that would no doubt follow if it really did come open. I could've sworn I zipped it, though…

Konohamaru smiled sheepishly. "Eh, no." My lip glossed lips narrowed into a tight line, fists tightening threateningly, eyes hard and evil, until he held up his own hands in defense, shoving my lacy blue and yellow polka dot underwear in his back pocket. He laughed, "Calm down, sweetie pie. I took the liberty of taking all of your 'sexy' underwear out just in case some other pervert came around and did that. You can trust me, Sakura-babe. I'd never, ever, ever, set you up for that type of—"

A gloved black hand slapped onto Konohamaru's shoulder, and he yelped, his face paling a couple shades. I scratched my pink head nervously when I felt an equally perverted gaze on me, and, unlike with Konohamaru, where I had the comfort of threatening him, I couldn't really do so with him.

His black glasses flashed in the sunlight from a window. "Oi, Sakura-chan…you've gotten very," he cleared his throat uncomfortably, "pretty…over the summer."

"Arigatou…Ebisu-sensei," I muttered, feeling the sudden need to cover myself. Wasn't this like, I don't know, sexual HARRASMENT?

When Ebisu, one of the sixth grade teachers and the swimming coach, finished ogling at me, he smiled. "Don't mention it," He said quickly, falling back into his usual demeanor, which was a cross between cold, harsh, and strict and an emotionally constipated robot.

Most people wouldn't even believe me when I say that he is, in fact, super-pervert, except for those in my Science class back in sixth grade, when Naruto brought in a picture of his older sister in an orange bikini at the beach. He was going to sell it to Kiba for a couple bucks, but Ebisu had walked by and started to collect our pop quizzes. When he passed by Naruto, picking up his quiz, he had also taken the paper sized picture that was underneath it with him.

While grading our quizzes, Ebisu gave us a half-hour for quizzes, and the other half-hour he used to grade, he stopped at one quiz, and stared, his glasses falling off, black eyes bugging out of his head. He sputtered awkwardly, and then smacked a hand to his nose, blood trailing him when he sprinted out of the room. Seconds later, we got this kid named Julienne to check what had made Ebisu-sensei freak out as he did, and she brought back the picture of Naruto's sister, a huge bloodstain on it.

Now, no homo or anything, Naruto's sister is gorgeous, even though she looks just like her brother, right down to the funny birthmarks on his cheeks. Her hair was done up in pretty pigtails, long golden blonde hair flowing. Don't ask me what her name is or anything, I've only seen her in person, like, twice, and that was when I was younger. She's twenty-something, living on her own, past college years. Naruto even told me that she is engaged now.

ANYWAY, before I start talking about her and her ultra-smexy fiancé, I'll say that Ebisu is a pervert. And, ha-ha, he's been looking at me since about two years ago. Its creepers.

Konohamaru's groaned snapped me out of my reverie. "Ugh! Ebisu-sensei, can't you just leave me be to flirt with my girlfriend!"

"Your girlfriend?"

My eyes fell like magnets to Sasuke, who was standing, apparently, behind me, a heavy, dark, threatening aura spewing from his awesome pores. I could bet all the money on my Charge Card—at school, we get these 'credit cards' with money supplied from our parents on them. There's certain limits per day, per weekend, per week, per month, per semester, and/or per quarter. My weekly limit is a hundred bucks, and that's to buy food, snacks, extra supplies, and really anything else on campus. Some stores and restaurants accept them, too, which I think is cool. There's not really a reason to lug around a half empty wallet when you could just stick a card in your back pocket—that the Uchiha was glaring daggers at Konohamaru, imagining him burning into combustion.

Ebisu gulped, gripping the Sarutobi-kin's shoulders protectively. "Ah, hello, Sasuke-san. It's nice to see you."

Dead silence was the sensei's reply, and a purple luggage was placed silently at my side, Sasuke's arm wrapping like a snake around my waist afterwards.

I couldn't ignore the burning heat that flared at the contact, nor could I ignore the blatant fear in Konohamaru's eyes. He had just made the biggest mistake in his life, and he knew it. Ebisu felt the deadly rays being shot at them, as did I, and the aura tightened with the intensification of Sasuke's glare.

"Well, we'll be returning back to the Bean's Dorm, then. I'll see you two around," Ebisu sputtered awkwardly before pulling Konohamaru away, tugging his ear with one hand, waving goodbye by flicking his wrist with the other.

I blinked twice, and the warmth once around my waist was gone in a flash. I looked around for Sasuke, then my suitcase, only to see him making his way to the stairs, underneath an arch.

I scuttled –aka ran as fast as I could in these heels—to him and smiled. "Can we take the elevator?"

"What; you don't want to prove your twisted feminist beliefs by walking up six flights of stairs?" He smirked, foot already placed on a step.

Ah, that stupid smirk again. Psh. He thinks I'm just going to groan and swipe the suitcase out of his (strong, amazing) hand and storm up the stairs just because he threw in a female/male argument. Well, NO. That is so not happening, losers.

A hand popped onto my hip and a replied. "No, of course not, Sasuke-kun."

His dark eyebrows rose in surprise.

"I just want to honor the second best, only to the internet, invention ever to be created." I sung, turning quickly and strutting—yes, strutting, because I am FIERCE!—in the direction of the elevator, expecting Sasuke to follow me because I am strutting—yes, strutting, because I am FIERCE!—away from him.

By time I reached the big, shiny doors of the elevator, about to press the 'UP' arrow, he was right next to me, my pretty purple suitcase in one hand, my two others in his other hand. He ran up all those stairs and back down really fast…but, nevertheless, I had a comeback in my head and I was going to use it.

I grinned. "Oh, you don't want to walk up the stairs to prove your twisted male-pride beliefs by walking up six flights of stairs?"

It took a long while for that smirk to curl his amazing lips, and all the time in between him glaring at me I was begging the elevator doors to open. Whenever an Uchiha glares at you, you get a flash of your whole life playing in your mind, from the moment you were born and then all the many ways you could die. It's a scary experience, let me tell you. But, when his trademark-crooked smile filled my vision instead of my own dead carcass, the fear in my body dissipated into fuzzy warmth.

He chuckled. "You're annoying, you know that?"

"Yes," the light above the elevator dinged on, and soon the doors opened, interrupting me. We walked in after a few kids came out, both male and female—There's coed living in this building, though the genders are separated by floor. Girls get even numbers, and boys get odd— pouring out of the machine, backpacks slung around their shoulders and maps of campus in their hands. That was usual for the first day—but, OMG! Did I mention that Shikamaru was, like, never at school during the first day? Why was he freaking in homeroom?

I'll ask someone later. Right now, I'm in an elevator. Alone. With Sasuke-kun.

SQUEAL!

When the silver doors slid closed with minimal noise and that cheesy elevator music I expected actually turned out to be a song from our millennia—and a good one at that; it's by Neon Trees, called Animal. Check it out!—filled my ears, nerves really began to set in.

I was in an elevator. With Sasuke-kun. Alone. When you switch the order around mentally, you get a completely new perspective, let me tell you. Just think of all the things that could go wrong! He could get all 'excited' and decide to 'rape' me, air quotes because I wouldn't exactly fight it per se, but, I wouldn't exactly want it. I'm 100 percent virgin, and, I was kind of saving myself until marriage. Unlike some people, I have morals and standards, and I will definitely not lose my virginity in my school's elevator. Try again.

"What floor are you on?" Sasuke asked me, taking a long step to the button panel, his finger hovering over no button in particular. The little electronic message board above the panel turned on, and a picture of Tsunade-sama, our principal, filled the screen, replacing the school's symbol of a leaf and the floor level 'MAIN FLOOR' above it.

A song, more specifically, one of the songs used during announcements, droned out the elevator music, and Sasuke and I's attention was shortly averted to the mini-television set. "Hello, students, welcome to and welcome back to Konoha Boarding and Preparatory Academy for sixth through twelfth graders, where excellence is expected. I assume you are all in your Dorm Buildings, settling yourselves, meeting roommates, and making new friends already, but I have an announcement specific to our High School level students." Her hazel eyes hardened, and she snapped a pencil that was in her hands. "Public Display of Affection is against the rules at this establishment and anyone who is caught will be severely punished. Also, Uzumaki Naruto, you have a Saturday Detention in my office for spray painting the statues of past principal—"

I was getting seriously interested, but Sasuke had pressed a button on the set that returned the screen back to normal. My favorite song in the world also came back on, droning out Tsunade-sama's coming tirade about Naruto. Sometimes I wonder how he finds time to pull the pranks he does when we were only allowed fifteen minutes to get to our building then back to Period 1.

In that uber sexy voice of his, he asked again, "What floor are you on, Sakura?"

"Oh!" I squeaked, hopping up a little. I apologized, "Sorry, Sasuke-kun," while digging into the pocket of my skirt and retrieving my keys. I looked at the embossed '6' on the gold that was probably brass, then my eyes followed to my room number, 's not good. (Just kidding, really, they don't give kids rooms with taboo numbers like that. It's really 669.)

I answered, "Six," to which he nodded and pressed the 'six' button, it lighting up yellow and the message board saying, 'Now taking you to floor six. Anymore floor levels?' After a few seconds of nothing happening, the elevator started moving upward. 'To floor six.'

Sasuke took a another long stride back, to where he was leaning against the wall next to me, so close that I could feel the heat radiating off his body. Sasuke really is a perfect ten in appearance, and any one who would deny that was seriously high. Even in those atrocious uniform khaki pants, you could tell that he had the most perfect legs that any girl would envy, so toned and muscular, and even if there were scars, they were well placed and minor. The way the white button down shirt just fit, I could see the muscles, heck; I felt them like an hour ago, his flat, muscular, at least six pack abs. I wouldn't even finish listing all the miraculous things about his face if anyone were to get me started, but...I sighed audibly, and it wasn't until he glanced at me that I realized I was staring.

My face flared red. "I-I-I'm sorry!"

He smirked, "Don't worry about—"

The elevator lurched forward in it's stop, and in a way to keep from falling I gripped the nearest thing to me—ten bucks to whoever can guess what that was—and Sasuke fell forward, his arms caging me into a corner as I gripped the linen of his shirt for dear life.

As if the closeness wasn't enough (I could feel his heart beat under my palm, my leg rubbing against his thigh, and hear is breathing) the elevator decided to start up again, as if that random stopping was a scheduled event that happened all the time, and it wanted to actually go to floor six instead of three.

It lurched again, and our roles reversed, I pushing forward, consequently sending Sasuke to the elevator ground, me on top of him. Chest to chest. Body to body.

Lips to freaking lips.

And, then, ha-ha, right then when our lips locked, was when this demonized elevator decided to stop at the sixth floor, the silver doors opening, revealing our 'make out' session to the group of three girls waiting for the elevator.

I heard a loud gasp of terror before I heard feet trampling away—twenty bucks to whoever guesses it's not Karin because you'll need it for your new glasses prescription!

"Here," Sasuke mumbled, handing me my luggage.

I took it with a smile, though all I really wanted to do was—I don't know. I mean, we are BF and GF, I guess, but, well…it's a little different than I imagined. You know; it's not cuddly, sweet, or anything. It seems more like some twisted friendship where we kiss randomly. Yeah. The sounds right.

Sasuke's cell phone rang, and with a tired voice he answered, "Moshi, moshi?" A few scowls, curses, mumbles, and loud yelling later, Sasuke groaned.

"It was Naruto," he informed to my questioning gaze. "The dobe lost his room key already—I'll see you later, Sakura."

With that, and a, "Yeah, see ya!" from me, he jogged back to the elevator and pushed the up arrow, something that could only mean that he was in this building too, and he was on the floor above me. That's awesome!

If I get really bored with Ino—seeing as she is my first option, being right across the hall and all—I can hop on the elevator and bother Sasuke-kun! That. Is. Cool. Sauce.

I pulled out my keys, putting the appropriate and the keyhole and twisting it until the wanted click filled my eardrums.

Then, following procedure, I opened the door.

"HARUNO?" Karin growled from the foot of her bed, her eyes even redder in rage than usual. I almost crossed my arms and said, 'Naw, it's the Easter Bunny', but considering the fact all I want to do is drop off my luggage and leave, going off to First Period, I really shouldn't start verbally murdering her. Yet.

And, she's my roommate. I might as well make semi-peace with her.

I rolled my purple, green, and black luggage into the room, dropping them off by the only open bed left which was isolated by itself, against a wall.

"Yep," I sighed, "It's me."

Someone, most likely my other roommate, came surging out of the bathroom, hair pressed between a flat iron. "OH MAH FRENCH FREAKING TOAST! You slut! You were all macking on Sasuke-kun in the elevator."

That, my friends, is Kaede Haani. She's too stupid to realize that she is currently frying her hair with a flat iron while glaring at me.

My lips popped. "Yep, and it was amazing. Perfect. I think I have a hickey. Check for me?"

She screamed, and then rushed back in the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

"YOU'RE LYING, HARUNO!" Karin squealed, pounding her fists on the comforter of her bed. In all honesty, I was not lying. That short little peck was amazing, and, though I have kissed and been kissed, I even (not really) kissed him before, but, never in my life have I felt that spark. It was like a surge of electricity gone through my body, and I was awakened, in a way. However poetic that sounded—hey, I'm in a Senior English class—it's true.

I shook my head, "Nope. But, if you'll excuse me," I took out my schedule, "I have some classes to attend. Don't miss me, k?"

Period One: English HII

Jiraiya

English. Ah. I love English so much. It just—it just is amazing. All, I mean every single one of my friends is in it with me. That includes Ino, Hinata, Naruto, Sasuke (HEART), Kin, and pretty much our whole homeroom crew. It's hard not to get into an advanced English class for me. It's hard to fail English—period.

I was one of the last people to walk in, and just a second before the bell rang, too, but that didn't seem to be an issue at all, since our teacher—I glanced at my schedule—wasn't even in here yet. I readjusted my tote bag on my shoulder and waved, "Yo, Ino-pig!"

She, from all the way in the back of the room, smiled and waved, pointing frantically to a sit next to her that she apparently saved for me. I wriggled through the bags already on the ground, saying the occasional 'Excuse me' or 'Sorry', and I finally plopped into the desk chair.

"'Sup?" I asked, looking around me and surveying my neighbors. Well, obviously, Ino was on my right, but, Hinata was on my left talking to some kid I didn't know, Sasuke was ahead of me, Naruto behind me, and…and…why was Suzuki sitting in front of Ino, looking like they were in a game of Tic-Tac-Toe?

Ino drew a line across her diagonal of X's and stuck out her tongue. "Yah lost, Midori-chan!"

Midori groaned with a smile, "Rematch?"

Did Ino just inadvertently ignore me? I stared with saddened—I mean, who wouldn't be sad when your BFF left you for a car!—eyes until I decided enough was enough and forced my body forward with a huff. Fine. Ino can have her friends. Whatever. I'm still going to be the best friend. Believe that, bee-itch.

Just as the five-minute mark toward class being begun rounded, a man with crazy out there gray hair and a worn face walked in, a broad smile revealing smile lines and happy eyes. For some reason he reminded me of Naruto…

"HELLO, CLASS! I'M JIRAIYA; NO I DO NOT HAVE A LAST NAME, MY EYES ARE NATURALLY ALLURRING AND YES…," his loud Naruto-esque voice dropped to a normal tone, or his version of a whisper, "I am the sexiest being alive."

My eyes bugged out of my head at that wild statement, and a few people dared to laugh. He had to be kidding with that—really. What type of teacher does that?

Naruto's guffaw rose above the rest, and he giggled. "Hey-hey-don't you write those porn books that Kaka-sensei reads?"

Jiraiya scratched his head, sitting on his desk. "Well, I don't consider it your quote on quote porn. I think of it as artwork, and speaking of artwork; I WANT YOU ALL TO WRITE A TWO PAGE ESSAY ON WHO YOU ARE!"

My face slammed onto my desk. What in the world does that have to do with artwork?

Hinata raised her hand quietly. "Er, Jiraiya-sensei?"

The man pointed at her, "Your question is?"

"U-Um, yeah, I was wondering if instead of writing about ourselves we could get with a partner and write about each other. That way we met our classmates, as well."

He stroked his chin—which he jutted out like a weirdo—and nodded. "Sounds like a plan. Here," he pulled out a hat from I DO NOT KNOW WHERE, "everyone come up and pick a number out of the hat. That decides who your partner's going to be. I think I'll count this as a…Test Grade…?" Jiraiya nodded to himself. "Yeah. This is a test grade."

Naruto tapped my shoulder, grinning ear to ear. "Isn't that awesome, Sakura-chan! It's like the EASIEST TEST EVER!"

Jiraiya's ears perked up like a dog's. "Easy? Well then, I'll make it a ten-page essay. Single Spaced. Size Eleven Times New Roman Font. Due Wednesday."

…English…is going to be hard this year.

Period Two: Geometry Adv. I

Hatake Kakashi

Math. Eh. I could learn to deal with it—everyone needs to know how to add, multiply, subtract, and divide. You'd be in some deep financial shit without those vitals. However, Geometry? How does that help you? Sure, you learn that Area equals Length times Width and that a square has four sides and is therefore a quadrilateral. I understand, and I think I learned that in, what, third grade.

Since Jiraiya-sensei made up some lame excuse about needing to go, "Ask Tsunade-sama if the printer cartridges needed more ink," he let our class go about five minutes early.

So, unlike last period, I was the first in, along with two boys named Sai and Suigetsu (I think that's what Jiraiya called them in English), both of them too strange for me to want to honestly want to converse with them. I'd asked Sasuke what his next class was back in English, and he'd told me Geometry, but he was in Adv. II, with some other teacher.

It looked like I was all alone, with free choice of seating, so I looked carefully at my two options. One was Sai: an emotionally detached clone of Sasuke with the same pale skin, dark hair, and eyes. He was just as hot, but, the emotional constipation was a little (lot) of a turn-off. He was drawing in a sketchpad.

Before he looked up at me, I skipped over to Suigetsu's seat and pointed to the desk next to him. "Are you saving it for anyone?" I asked, softly kicking his shin to wake him up.

He yawned. "Um…no. Go ahead."

I took the seat, sitting daintily since I was feeling really self-conscious with him staring at me, mouth slightly agape, sharp canine tooth obvious and purple eyes wide.

After a couple seconds, more people started pouring in, and I recognized Shino and Hinata. Thank Kami. This Suigetsu kid is really starting to creep me out.

I averted my gaze toward him. "What is it?"

"Is your hair really pink?"

"...Yes…," I answered slowly, subconsciously pulling a strand of the pink hair behind my ear.

He smiled crookedly, though not even half as cutely as Sasuke, and he wriggled his eyebrows. "Ca n I check?"

I didn't even spare him another glance, just gathered my books and met Hinata near the front row, plopping down next to her. She yelped at my sudden appearance. "S-Sa-Sakura-chan, don't do that!" Hinata cried, pressing a hand against her chest, studying her heart rate.

"Sorry. It was a Code Pervert. I had to evacuate."

The Hyuuga smiled softly, nodding. "I understand fully. Is that him?" She turned around, pointing to Suigetsu who was…humping…his desk and winking at me.

Yeah, it's time to call the Sexual Harassment Police.

Twenty minutes late, the man I recognized as being my homeroom teacher walked in, a whole different class marching behind him. Once they were all in the room, I waved to TenTen, Neji and Sasuke. Geometry Adv. II was a Junior level class, one I could've easily got in to, but, honestly, they're were way to many numbers on problem number two so I just stopped there. Yeah. Call me pathetic. Whatever.

Hinata was absent for the last day available to test in, so, she missed the chance. Unfortunately, that just gives her Dad another reason to bug her.

Kakashi grabbed a ruler and smacked the whiteboard. "Shut up!"

We all hushed.

"This is Anko-chan's Math class. She's absent today, so, we're sharing a classroom." His only visible eye narrowed. "Do not make me regret my choice."

A cricket rubbed it's legs together, making that creek-it noise.

"Well," Kakashi yawned, "Do you all want to have a competition? First class to get to twenty questions correct doesn't have to rewrite pages 7 through 57 in the book."

My eyes hardened upon meeting Sasuke's, which had a mischievous glint in them. Oh, he was so sure he was going to win. But guess what…he's not.

Do you know why? Because…

IT IS ON LIKE DONKEY KONG. (yes, I saw Alvin and Chipmunks: The Squeakquel. Kill me.)

Period Three: Physics HII

Senju Tsunade

One would say I should've expected to be, like, the only person in this class when I saw that Tsunade-sama was my teacher. One would say I should've expected to see her in her office—otherwise known as the classroom—, lights off, blinds closed, fan whirring in the background, and a bottle of half-empty sake in her grasp, about seven more around the garbage can, obviously a missed shot from the principal and my Physics teacher.

Physics is a class that medic hopefuls should seriously consider taking, and, normally Shizune-san, Tsunade's assistant and a Physics teacher of a level lower than mine, would be teaching me. However, when I took the placement test for this year during the summer, she had to shove me to Tsunade, asking the office to make up a class name and level just for me. It was called Physics HII, and in other terms, really smart girl Physics; you should be taking college level courses at a college, not in your drunken principal's office.

The dead silence was killing me. I had adjusted to the constant ticking of a wall clock and the absence of that—I think I saw a broken one on the floor—was starting to scare me. It was too quiet.

"U-Uh, Tsunade-sama?" I asked, trying to keep my growing fear to a minimum but it was growing like a boy going through puberty. The trophies from sporting events started to look like steak knives, curvy looking mini-statues looked like evil squirrelly, and that painting of the Hokage Mountains in town square was glowing, all my past principal's eyes beading through my soul.

My heart beat loud in my ears and I screamed. "TSUNADE-SAMA!"

Her head snapped up from her desk, a red stamp on her forehead that I could barely make out in the dark, but still I could tell that it said 'FAIL'. How ironic, considering that she was so drunk her eyes were so dead she looked like a zombie, though her hiccup gave it away. My teacher was drunk. No, she was wasted.

"Could—hic—you not—hic—yell. YELL!" She slurred, and then giggled, before gripping her head. "Owwie…I have a headache, Fairy."

My eyebrow rose. "Um, I'm not a fairy…"

Tsunade laughed, taking a long swig of her sake. "You don't have to lie, Fairy. I know your secret. I can see your wings. They're so pretty. Can I touch them, please?"

Before I could answer, she stumbled around her desk, tripping and giggling. About a second away from my desk, she stepped on her own foot, sending her falling right on her face. "Ah-hah-aha, the ground is so soft, Fairy…"

I sweat dropped. "Tsunade-sama, I'm not a—"

She got up and started petting my head. "How do you know my name, Fairy? I don't know your name…how come your wings feel like hair?"

"Because it is hair, Tsunade-sama, and you are wasted."

"Am not," She giggled.

"I think you are."

Abruptly, the rubbing of my head stopped. "WHO CARES WHAT YOU THINK, HARUNO?"

My heart skipped a beat, and I was scared out of my mind when, somehow, Tsunade was back in front of me, her eyes deviously narrowed. I wasn't sure if she was drunk or not, so I shrugged. "Apparently not you. I'm just a fairy."

The blonde woman flashed a smile. "Sakura, Sakura that was a test."

"Test?" I echoed.

THAT WAS ONE SCARY AS FUCK TEST!

"A medic should always know when a patient is truly intoxicated or not, so they could properly give them medications. Some medications react violently with alcohol, and effects could even be deadly. So, yes, this was a test," her smile disappeared, "and you just failed." She giggle d and hiccupped at the end of her sentence, though, she really tried to hide it, and I raised an eyebrow.

There's no way to fake a drunken hiccup. So, I slid out of my desk, walked over to the light switch, and flipped it on. Quickly the lights turned on, and Tsunade's irises shrunk and she gripped her head before covering her eyes. "GAH! TURN OFF THE LIGHTS; TURN EM OFF, TURN EM OFF!"

Ha, so she's hung over—not drunk.

A/N: I hope this makes up for the week I missed! Lol, this was pretty simple to write, and I hope it's still as awesome as usual. Special thanks to those reviewers who review EVERY CHAPTER. Ya'll are amazing, just so you know. Somebody asked me in Chapter One if I was from Chicago because I said jank…and the answer is no. I say jank because I am from Chicago. Lawl.

Anyway, review please! Next update, I shall have lunch, the last four classes, and maybe—lol, if I can fit it in—the tryouts. This is going to be longer than I originally expected. :D

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~seethroughglass

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