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Written By: Kumi-Chan/Tobi-Is-Fluffy-Chan

Chapter 2: Tsunade's Class, Damn.

Rated for language and suggested themes! Ratings may change!


Sasuke

I knew I'd be called into the principal's office at some point during the year but I didn't expect it to be on the first day of school. Damn. I heard Dr. Danzo was hired because of his hard-ass personality at some high school in some other state. Someone must have pegged me as a ringleader 'cause it's my ass sitting here instead of another Uchiha's.

So here I am, pulled out of the gym, so Danzo can puff up his chest and ramble on about tougher school rules. I detect him feeling me out, wondering how I'll react, as he threatens me, "... And this year I've hired two full-time armed security guards, Sasuke Uchiha." Fuck, he's calling me by my full name, too?

His eyes focus on me, trying to intimidate. Yeah, right. If it weren't for that eye-patch he was sporting, maybe I would be a bit scared. I can tell right off that while Danzo might be of the Uchiha blood, he knows nothing about how our streets work. The next thing I know, he'll be talking about how he grew up poor, just like me. He's probably never even driven through my side of town. Maybe I should offer him a tour.

He stands in front of me. "I promised the superintendent as well as the school board that I'd personally be responsible for rooting out the violence that has plagued this school for years. I won't hesitate to suspend anyone who ignores school rules."

I haven't done anything besides have a little fun with the pom-pom diva and already this guy is talking suspension. Maybe he heard about my suspension last year. That little incident got me kicked out for three days. It wasn't my fault... Entirely. Naruto had this crazy theory about cold water affecting guys' dicks differently from Uchihas' and Uzumakis'. I was arguing with him in the boiler room after he'd shut down the hot water heaters when we were caught.

I had nothing to do with it but got blamed all the same. Naruto attempted to tell the truth, but our old principal wouldn't listen. Maybe if I fought more he would have listened. But what's the use in fighting for a lost cause?

It's clear Sakura Haruno is responsible for me being in here today. You think her jerk of a boyfriend'll ever get called into Danzo's office? No. Fucking. Way. The dude is an idolized football player. He can ditch class and start fights and Danzo will probably still kiss his ass. Hidan is always pushing me, knowing he can get away with it. Every time I've been about to retaliate, he's found a way to escape or rush to where teachers were in abundance... Teachers who were just waiting for me to fuck up.

One of these days...

I look up at Danzo. "I'm not staring any fights." I might finish one, though.

"That's good," Danzo says. "But I heard you were harassing a female studen in the parking lot today."

Almost getting run over by Sakura Haruno's shiny new Beemer is my fault? For the past three years I've managed to avoid the rich bitch. I heard last year she got a C on her report card but a little call to the school from her parents got it changed to an A.

It would hurt her chance of getting into a good college.

Screw that shit. If I got a C, my mother would smack me upside the head and nag me to study twice as hard. I've worked my ass off to get good grades, even though I've gotten interrogated more often than not about my means of getting the answers. As if I'd cheat. It's not about getting into college. It's about proving I could get in... If my world was different.

The south siders might be seen as dumber than the north siders but that's bullshit. So we're not as rich or obsessed with material possesions or getting in the most expensive and prestigious universities. We're in survial mode most of the time, alway having to watch our backs.

Probably the hardest part of Sakura Haruno's life is deciding which restauarnt to dine at each night. The girl uses her smokin' hot bod to manipulate everyone who comes in contact with her.

"Care to share with me what happened in the parking lot? I'd like to hear your side," Danzo says.

Nothing happened. I learned long ago that my side doesn't matter.

"The thing this morning... Total misunderstanding." I tell him. Sakura Haruno's misunderstanding that two vehicles can't fit in one spot. Danzo stands and leans over his polished, spotless desk. "Let's try not making misunderstandings a habit, okay, Sasuke Uchiha?"

"Sasuke."

"Huh?"

"I go by Sasuke," I say. What he knows about me is in my school file. A file so biased it's probably ten inches thick.

Danzo gives me a nod. "Alright, Sasuke. Get ready for sixth period. But I have eyes at this school, and I'm watching your every move. I don't want to see you back in my office." Just as I get up, he puts a hand on my shoulder. "Just so you know, my goal is for every student in this school to succeed. Every student, Sasuke. Including you, so whatever biases you have about me you can throw them out the window. Got it, Uchiha?"

"Yes." I say, wondering how much I can believe him. ... I would also laugh at the thought of him "watching" me, considering the fact that he only had one visible, and probably the only working eye. In the hallway, a sea of students are rushing to their next class. I have no clue where I'm going and I'm still in my gym clothes.

In the locker room after I change, a song on the loudspeaker indicating it's now sixth period. I pull out the schedule.

Chemistry with Ms. Tsunade. Great, another hard ass to deal with.


Sakura

I turn on my cell and call home before chemistry to see how my sister is doing. Aki isn't too happy because Yoshiko was freaking out abouth the way her lunch tasted. Apparently Yoshiko swiped her bowl of yogurt onto the floor in protest.

Was it too much to hope my mom would take off a day off from hanging out at the country club to transition Aki? Summer is officially over and I can't be there to pick up where caretakes usually leave off.

I should be focusing on school. After giving Aki some suggestions I take a deep breath, paste on a smile and walk into class.

"Hey, babe. I saved you a seat." Hidan motions to the stool next to him.

The room is arranged with rows of high lab tables for two. This means I'll sit next to Hidan for the rest of the year and we'll do the dreaded senior chemistry project together. Feeling foolish for thinking things wouldn't be okay between us, I slip onto the stool and pull out my heavy chem book. "But babe... You know about that project shit... I have a better way of completeing it." Hidan inches his face closer to mine but he stops.

"Hey, look. Sasuke is in our class!" A guy calls out from the back of the room. "Sasuke, over here, bring your ass."

I try not to stare as Sasuke greets his friends with pats on the back and handshakes too complicated to reproduce. Most of his friends are as pale as him; some even paler. Sasuke's presense catches every eye in the class room.

"I hear he was arrested last weekend for the possession of meth," Hidan whispers to me.

"No way."

He nods and his eyebrows go up. "Way."

"And that every class change, he's using the same razor blade to cut himself."

Well, the information shouldn't surprise me. I hear most weekends Sasuke spends drugged out, passed out, doing some other illegal activity or sulking in a corner and cutting himself.

Ms. Tsunade closes the door to the classroom with a bang and all eyes move from the back of the room, where Sasuke and his friends are sitting, to the front where Ms. Tsunade is standing. She had light blonde hair pulled back into two long ponytails. The woman is probably in her late twenties or early thirties, but those reading-glasses and that perpetual stern expression make her look way older. I hear she's tough now because her first year teaching the students insulted her way too much. They didn't respect a teacher who was young enough to be their older sister... Some didn't respect her because she was old enough to be their mother.

"Good afternoon and welcome to senior chemistry." She sits at the edge of her desk and opens a folder. "I appreciate you picking your own seats, but I make the seating arrangements... Some alhabetically and the rest is sorted out though skills."

I groan along with the rest of the class, but Ms. Tsunade doesn't miss a beat. She stands in front of the first lab table and says, "Hidan, take the first seat. Your partner is Temari."

Temari is the co-captin of the varsity pom squad with me. She flashes me an apologetic look as she slides onto the stool next to my boyfriend.

Down the list Ms. Tsunade goes, studens reluctantly moving to their assigned seats.

"Sakura Haruno," She says, pointing to the table behind Hidan. I unenthusiastically sit on the stool at my assigned place. "Based on your skills, Sasuke Uchiha will be your partner."

"Sasuke Uchiha." Ms. Tsunade says, pointing to the stool next to me.

Based on MY fucking skills? Oh my God. Sasuke... My chemistry partner? For the entire senior year! No way, no how, SO not okay! What the fuck does he and I have in common when it comes to skills? I'm intelligent... Behind all of that hard demeanor and his looks lies a nerd? I don't think so!

I give Hidan a "help me" look as I try to avoid a panic attavk. I definitely should have stayed at home. In bed. Under the covers. Forget not being intimidated.

"Call me Sasuke."

Ms. Tsunade looks up from the class list and regards him above the glasses on her nose. "Sasuke." She says, before changing his name on this list. "Mr. Uchiha, take off that hetai-ate. I have a zero tolerance policy in my class. No-gang related accessories are allowed to enter this room. Unfortunately, Sasuke, your reputation precedes you. Dr. Danzo backs my zero tolerance policy one hundred percent... Do I make myself clear?"

Sasuke stares her down before sliding the hetai-ate off his head, exposing raven/jet black hair that matches his eyes.

"It's to cover up fucking lice," Hidan mutters to Temari, but I hear him and Sasuke does too.

"Shut the fuck up." Sasuke says to Hidan, his hard eyes blazing. "You imbecile."

"Whatever, dude," Hidan retorts, rolling his dark purple eyes, then turns around. "He can't even say shit without sound shitty and sad because he's a emo."

"That's enough, Hidan. Sasuke, sit down." Ms. Tsunade eyes the rest of the class. "That goes for the rest of you, as well. I can't control what you do outside of this room, but in my class I'm the boss." She turns back to Sasuke. "Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Miss." Sasuke says, deliberately slow.

Ms. Tsunade goes down the list while I do everything in my power to not make eye contact with the guy sitting next to me. It's too bad I left my purse in my locker or I could pretend to look for nothing like Ten-Ten did this morning.

"This sucks." Sasuke mumbles to himself. His voice is dark and husky. Does he make it that way on purpose? How am I goint to explain to my mother that I have to partner with Sasuke Uchiha? Oh, God, I hope she doesn't blame me somehow for screwing this up.

I glance at my boyfriend, in deep conversation with Temari. I'm so jealous. Why couldn't we have the same last name or have the same skills so I could sit next to him?!

It'd be cool is God gave everyone a Do Over Day and you could yell "Do Over!" And the day would start new. This situation could really qualify for a DOD.

Does Ms. Tsunade actually think it's reasonable to pair the captain of the pom-pom squad with one of the most dangerous, emo and weird guys in school? The woman is delusional. Mrs. Delusional finally finishes assigning seats. "I know you seniors think you know everything. But never think of yourself as a success until you can help treat diseases that plague mankind or make the earth a safer place to live. The field of chemistry plays a crucial role in developing medicines, radiation treatments for cancer paitents, petroleum uses, the ozone-"

Sasuke raises his hand.

"Sasuke." The teacher says. "Do you have a question?"

"Uh, Ms. Tsunade, are you saying that the Hokage of this country or the other 'kages and daimyos of the states aren't successes?"

"What I am saying is... Money and status aren't everything. Use your brain and do something for mankind or the planet you live on. Then you're a success. And you'll have earned my respect, which not many people in this world can boast about."

"I got things I can boast about." Some person from the back of the room blurted out.

Ms. Tsunade holds up a hand. "Please spare us the details."

I shake my head. If Sasuke thinks antagonizing the teacher will get us a good grade, he's sadly mistaken. It's obvious Ms. Tsunade doesn't like smart-asses and my partner is already on her radar.

"Now," Mrs. Delusional says, "look at the person sitting next to you."

Anything but that. But I don't have a choice. I glance over at Hidan again, who seems pretty content with his assigned partner. Temari already has a boyfriend or I seriously would be questioning why she's leaning a bit too close to Hidan and flipping her hair back too many times. I tell myself I'm paranoid.

"You don't have to like your partner," Ms. Tsunade says, "But you're stuck together for the next ten months. Take five minutes to get to know each other, then each of you will introduce your partner to the class. Talk about what you did over the summer, what hobbies you have, or anything else interesting or unique your classmates might not know about you. Your five minutes start now."

I take out my notebook, flip to the first page, and shove it at Sasuke.

"Why don't you write down stuff about yourself in my notebook and I'll do the same in yours." It's better than trying to have a conversation with him.

Sasuke nods in agreement, although I think I caught the corners of his mouth twitch as he hands me his notebook... As if he's trying to hold back a grin or smile... Did I imagine that twich or did it really happen? Taking a deep breath, I wipe that thought from my mind and write diligently until Ms. Tsunade instructs us to stop and listen to each other's introductions.

"This is Temari," Hidan begins, being the first to speak. But I don't hear the rest of his speech about Temari and her trip and her experience at dance camp this summer. Instead, I glance down at the notebook given back to me by Sasuke and stare at the words on the page with my mouth open.


Sasuke

Okay, so I shouldn't have fucked with her on the introduction thing.

Writing nothing except, Saturday night. You and me. Driving lessons and hot sex...In her notebook probably wasn't the smartest move. But I was itching to make Little Miss Perfect stumble in her introduction of me. And stumbling she is.

"Miss Haruno?"

I watch in amusement as Perfection herself looks up at Tsunade. Oh, she's good. This partner of mine knows how to hide her true emotions, something I recognize because I do it all the time.

"Yes?" Sakura says, tilting her head to the side and smiling like a beauty queen.

I wonder if that smile has gotten her out of a speed ticket.

"It's your turn. Introduce Sasuke to the class."

I lean an elbow on the lab table, waiting for an introduction she has to either make up or fess up she knows less than crap about me. She glances up at my comfortable postion and I can tell from her deer-in-the-headlights look, that I've stumped her.

"This is Sasuke Uchiha," she starts, her voice hitching the slightest bit. My temper flares at the mention of my full given name, but I keep a cool facade as she continues with a made-up introduction.

"When he wasn't hanging out on street corners, harassing innocent people, or sulking in a corner this summer, he toured the inside of knife shops and jails around the city, if you know what I mean. And he has a secret desire nobody would ever guess."

The room suddenly becomes quiet. Even Tsunade straighens to attention. Hell, even I'm listening like words coming out of Sakura's lying, pink-frosted, as soft as rose-petals, lips are gospel.

"His secret desire," She continues, "is to go to college and become a chemistry teacher, like you, Ms. Tsunade."

Yeah, right. I look over at my friend Hinata, Hina for short, who seems to be interested that this pinkette, north-sider girl isn't afraid of giving me smack in front of the entire class.

Sakura flashes me a triumphant smile that soon changes to a very smug grin, thinking she's won this round. Guess again, pinkie.

I sit up in my chair while the class remains silent.

"This is Sakura Haruno," I say, all eyes focused on me. "This summer she went to the mall, brought new clothes so she could expand her wardrobe, and spent her daddy's money on plastic surgery to enhance her, ahem, assets." I motioned around the front of my chest, where her big tits would have rested.

It might not be what she wrote, but it's probably close enough to the truth. Unlike her introduction of me. Chuckles came from my homies in the back of the class, and Sakura is as stiff as a board beside me, as if my words hurt her precious ego. Sakura Haruno is used to people fawning all over her and she could use a little wake-up call. I'm actually doing her a favor. Little does she know I'm not finished with her intro.

"Her secret desire," I add, getting the same reaction as she did during her introduction, "is to date an Uchiha before she graduates."

As expected, my words are met by comments and low whistles from the back of the room.

"Way to go, Uchiha," My friend Suigetsu barks out.

"I'll date you, sexy." Another says.

I give a high five to another Uchiha sitting behind me just as I catch Hina shaking her head as if I did something wrong. What? I'm just having a little fun with a rich gril from the north side.

Sakura's gaze shifts from Hidan to me. I take one look at Hidan and with my eyes, I tell him game on. Hidan's face instantly turn bright red, resembling a chile pepper. I have definitely invaded his territory.

Good.

"Quiet down, class," Tsunade says sternly. "Thank you for those very creative and... Enlightening introductions. Miss Haruno and Mr. Uchiha, please see me after class."

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After Class

"Your introductions were not only appalling, they were disrespectful to me and the rest of your classmates," Tsunade says after class and Sakura and I stand in front of her desk. "You have a choice." Our teacher holds out two blue detenion slips in one hand and two pieces of paper in the other hand. "You can either serve a detention today after school or write a five-hundred-wordd essay on 'respect' to hand in tomorrow. Whichi is it?"

I reach over and grab the detention slip. Sakura reaches out for the notebook paper. Figures.

"Do either of you have a problem with the way I assign chemistry partners?" Tsunade asks.

Sakura says, "Yes," at the same time I say, "Nope."

Tsunade sets her glasses on the desk. "Listen, you two better work out your differences before this year is up. Sakura, I won't be assigning you a different partner. You're both seniors and will have to deal with a plethora of people and personalities after you graduate. If you don't want to go to summer school from flunking my class, I suggest you work together instead of against each other. Now hurry to your next class."

With that, I follow my little chem partner out of the room and down the hall.

"Stop following me," She snaps, looking over her shoulder to check how many people are watching us walk down the hall together.

As if I'm the devil himself.

"Wear long sleeves on Saturday night," I tell her, knowing full well she's reached the end of her sanity rope. I usually don't try to get under the skin of chicks like her, but this one is fun to rattle. This one, most popular and coveted one of all, actually cares. "It gets pretty cold on the back of my motorcycle."

"Listen, Sasuke," She says, whipping herself around and tossing that cotton-candy pink hair over her shoulder. She faces me with clear eyes made of ice. "I don't date guys in gangs, and I don't use drugs."

"I don't date guys in gangs, either," I say, stepping closer to her. "And I'm no user."

"Yeah, right. I'm surprised you're not in rehab, juvie boot camp or under some special watch for self-abuse."

"You think you know me?"

"I know enough." She folds her arms across her chest, but then looks down as if she realizes her stance makes her tits stand out, and drops her hands to her sides.

I'm doing my best NOT to focus on those tits as I take a step forward. "Did you report me to Danzo?"

She takes a step back. "What if I did?"

"Woman, you're afraid of me." It's not a question. I just want to hear it from her own lips what her reason is.

"Most people at this school are scared that if they look at you wrong, you'll gun them down."

"Then my gun must be smokin' by now, shouldn't it? Why aren't you runnin' away from the badass emo, Uchiha, huh?"

"Give me half a chance, I will."

I've had enough of dancing around this little bitch. It's time to fluff up those feathers to make sure I end up with the upper hand. I close the difference between us and whisper in her ear, "Face the facts. You're life is too perfect. You probably lie awake at night, fantasizing about spicin' up all the lily whiteness you live in." But damn it, I get a whiff of vanilla and cherry-blossom from her perfume or lotion. It reminds me of cookies and a cherry-blossom tree. I love cookies and would do almost anything to get the chance to sit under one of those trees, so this is not good at all. "Gettin' near fire, girl, doesn't neccessarily mean you'll get burned."

"You fucking touch her and you fucking regret it, Uchiha," Hidan's voice rings out. He resembles a burro, with his big white teeth and ears sticking out from his slicked back, silver hair. What is he? Fucking thousand years old? "Get the hell away from her." He seethes, clenching his fists.

"Hidan," Sakura says. "It's okay. I can handle this."

Burro Face brought reinforcements: three other pasty-ass dudes, standing behind him for back up. I size up Burro Face and his friends to see if I can take them all on, and decide I could give all four a run for their money. "When you're strong enough to play with the big leagues, jock boy, then I'll listen to the shit flyin' out of your mouth," I say.

Other students are gathering around us, leaving room for a fight that is sure to be fast, furious, and bloody. Little do they know Burro Face is a runner. This time he's got back-up, though, so he'll probably stay to duke it out. I'm always prepared for a fight, been in more of em' than I can count on my fingers and toes. I've got scars to prove it. Scars that people think I've gotten from cutting myself.

"Hidan, he's not worth in," Sakura says.

Thanks, pinkie. Right back at ya.

"You fucking threatening me, Uchiha?" Hidan barks, ignoring his girlfriend. Fuck must be his favorite word, because he uses it in every damn sentence... And they say I'm stupid.

"No, asshole," I say, staring him down. "Little dicks like you make threats."

Sakura parks her smokin' hot body in front of Hidan and puts her hands on his chest. "Don't listen to him," She says.

"I'm not afraid of you. My dad's a lawyer," Hidan brags, then puts his arm around Sakura. "She's mine. Don't forget that."

"Then keep a leash on her," I advise. "Or she might be tempted to find a new owner."

My friend Naruto comes up beside me. "Everything's good, Sasuke?"

"Yeah, Naruto," I tell him, then watch as two teachers walk down the hall escorted by a guy in police uniform. This is what he wants, perfectly planned to get my ass kicked out of school. I'm not falling into his trap only to end up on Danzo's hit list. "Yes, everything's good." I turn to Sakura. "Catch ya later, pinkie. I'm looking forward to researching our chemistry."

Before I leabe and save myself from suspension on top of my detenion, I wink at Sakura and she sticks that perky nose of hers I the air as if I'm the scum of the earth.


End of chappie number two! I wanted to add much more, but I decided to save it for chappie number three! Expect an update sometime this week! Maybe Friday, Saturday or Sunday. It depends!

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