Note from Author: Here is another chapter for Clashing Personalities.

Rating: G (as in General)

Clashing Personalities

Twenty-Four

She screamed.

Threw a few pillows at her house invaders…

…and sprinted to her room where she preceded to slam her door, lock it, and dive into the closet to look for something to wear. All the while, she curses. Her cheeks, flaming red, match the rest of her skin in her embarrassment.

"So not cool! So, so, so not cool!" She can't think of a time when she has been this embarrassed.

She hops about her room, trying to tug on a pair of faded jeans that are torn at the knees. She curses up a storm.

"Don't they know how to knock?" she snarls as she grabs her red hoodie out of her closet, pulling it on with a bit of trouble.

She tackles her hair with a hairbrush, pulling at the knocks with gritted teeth. She nearly screams in a fit of rage when someone knocks on her door, but resists. "Sakura-san?"

A woman.

She cracks the door open, spotting blue hair pulled up into an elegant bun. She lets the woman in, still red in the face.

"Uh, hi, Konan-san…" she watches as Konan reaches out, grasping the handle of the brush stuck in her hair. One perfect blue eyebrow raises, a light smile on her lips.

Konan sighs, pushes her to sit on the edge of her bed, and untangles her hairbrush. Then she brushes her hair, muttering the whole time.

"You should get your hair layered. Or cut, it would make it easier to deal with." The woman suggests as she sets the brush down.

Sakura feels the edges of her hair, the ends that are in need of a trimming. Her hair has grown out, no longer reaching her chin but not nearly as long as it was when she was a child. She nods to herself, agreeing with the woman sitting next to her.

"Thanks," Konan only raises a brow as she stands, motioning for her to follow.

And they make their way downstairs, looking at the men sitting around in her front room. Sakura sits in her place, the only one that wasn't taken when they came in, and they are all quiet. Konan sits on the arm of the recliner that Pein is sitting in.

For a moment no one says a word.

"I believe it is time we get to know each other a bit better, Sakura-san." Pein's voice is clear but she can see that he isn't looking her directly in the eye. And the slight color to his cheeks, and all the other males, causes her to sigh.

They're shyer about it then she is.

Which is saying something because they're guys and some of the most feared in her school.

How odd.

Men – how typical.

I have learned that someone really doesn't like my story - and I want to say thank you to that person! So honest, it warms my heart. It wasn't a 'You suck and yada yada yada' type of thing, no it was polite. They were NICE about it. I couldn't be happier. Again, thank you. You might be reading this, whoever you are, because you read all the way up till the last chapter. Thanks for being honest.

And to the readers who like this story - here is yet another small but longer than last chapter! And it seems she got a little time with Konan...over hair. *sighs*

I have been out of school for a week and it gives me plenty of time to write.

I hope you all enjoyed.

Thank you for reading.

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~CideanForever