Good Boy Meets Bad Boy

Good Boy Meets Bad Boy


Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

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Chapter 4

Dead Man’s Party

[Sasuke’s POV]

Okay, so it turns out Kakashi is our history teacher, after a long spiel of “current events,” which were boring to say the least since the only thing interesting about this cruddy city was it’s incredible running streak of having the most crimes.’

And being that Kakashi didn’t seem to want to discuss those matters, politics came in to play, which definitely wasn’t on the top ten of my list of interests.

I was never the type to ever fall asleep in class, but after the crazy events of this morning I was more worn out than usual. When Kakashi gave us “silent-study” so he could read in that book Sakura said was perverted, I was struggling to stay awake.

Sakura had to poke me in the side hard with her pencil every now and then to make sure I didn’t face-plant on the desk.

Finally the bell sounded and Kakashi waved his good-byes while propping his legs up quite comfortably on his desk and waved his hand casually, not once looking up from his dirty novel.

There was a chorus of scraping chair legs across the floor as everyone piled out the door as quickly as they could.

I find myself taking my time of course and Sakura too, probably just because I was.

Ino hadn’t returned from the infirmary, but Chouji did, I noticed. After that punch to the face I probably wouldn’t want to show my face for a while either. Thankfully I’ve been lucky enough to avoid such conflicts like that.

I pull my schedule back out and let my still sleepy eyes roam over it and twitch some when I feel a curious Sakura put her chin on my shoulder and stare at my paper.

“Can I help you?” I ask, slightly irate and get a giddy chuckle from the girl.

“What class do you have next Sasuke-kun?” She asks in desperate hopes she would be in it.

“Uh…” I lick my lips and continue to survey the paper until I read: “Physics I.”

Sakura howls suddenly and just about doubles over to the floor.

I raise an eyebrow high at her peculiar behavior and feel slightly worried for my next class, “What’s so funny?”

“Haha, I am SO glad I do not have that class anymore~” she says more than thankful. Regaining composure, Sakura says to me, “I had that class last marking period, hee,” and stifles a giggle before continuing, “It was…interesting.”

“Interesting?” Personally I found nothing very “interesting” about Physics. If I was definitely the type of person to doze off during class from boredom I would in this class.

I knew enough about gravity to keep myself firmly planted to the earth and I didn’t need to know any more than that.

“Gai-sensei, huh?” I ask aloud and get more snickering from Sakura. I’m getting a little annoyed and I’m not sure if it’s because of Sakura laughing at me for my next class or if it’s because she’s suddenly made me so paranoid about it.

Still laughing, Sakura just gestures for me to finally amble out from behind my desk and escorts me out of the classroom. “Yea, well, good luck with your next class,” she says sweetly and winks, “Too bad you won’t have me there to protect you.”

“Hn, yea,” I grunt a little, but there’s a small smile on my face that seems to prove worthwhile in her eyes. And despite today’s crazy events so far I find myself oddly comfortable around this girl.

It’s a shame I may only have one class with her.

“It’s down that hall,” Sakura says with a direct of her finger as we reach another branching corridor of the substantial school. I nod to her. “Well, have fun. I guess I’ll see ya around, Sasuke-kun.” She looks hopeful, “Maybe we’ll have another class together?”

“Yea, maybe,” I answer to shed a little light of hope on her showing desperation.

She suddenly gets a bright grin on her face and runs off with a wave, hoping to make it to her next class on time. And now, I have to do the same.

That Gaara-kid left the classroom quickly and I don’t see any sign of him in the hallways, which was a good thing for me. This way I didn’t have to worry about him trying to start shit with me.

When I make it to my classroom door, I take a deep breath and swallow a very large lump in the back of my throat as I stick my fingers in the door’s rung. Sliding it back, I’m greeted with this:

“GOOD MORNING, MY FLAMING CLASS OF YOUTH!”

What…the hell…was that?

I suddenly feel the urge to turn around and skip out on this one, though I’m never one to be tardy OR skip class. I have to say though, it sounds like a very good idea.

That bright, loud proclamation, followed by several annoyed groans and clucking of tongues was enough to scare anyone off, I’m sure. Though it seemed, by the sounds of the other students’ irritation, that this was normal for them. Not any less annoying though.

I sheepishly make my way inside where I finally see the source of loud noise. This is what awaits me: a tacky bowl cut of unusually shiny black hair [he must use a really expensive shampoo to get that shine], bleached teeth that almost sparkle blindingly every time he smiles [which seems to be ALL the time], very thick, untrimmed eyebrows that looked like they were about to take over his forehead any minute. And lastly, a very ugly, very unfashionable green jumpsuit fit for stretching and working out in, all topped off with an out-of-place, white lab coat.

Is this physics? I seem to get it confused with a crossover of aerobics and chemistry.

If I thought this school was crazy before, I wasn’t sure what to think of it now.

I seriously considered bolting, but before I could gather up the courage to turn and run, the teacher notices me.

“Ah! Another youthful new face, I see! Welcome!”

Damnit.

He’s excitedly waving me inside and brightly grinning. So much in fact it was unbearable to make eye contact, so I keep my head ducked to the floor, sweeping my eyes upward to get a look at my classmates. So far, I didn’t recognize anyone from my first period, that was, until I spotted a familiar, white-blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl that nearly had her ass handed to her this morning.

Yamanaka Ino.

Ah, so it seems I was going to be stuck with this bimbo that had no problem striking very sensitive spots in certain pink-haired ex-bff’s [as girl’s usually put it].

Lovely.

She sported a nice puffy, reddening bruise on her face that was obviously not going to discolor, most likely because the school’s nurse was able to treat it with a good icepack before it could get any worse.

At least a puffy cheek was better than a black eye.

“So you’re my newest student, hm?” He seemed WAY too excited about my presence. “A legendary Uchiha,” he extends a hand for my schedule and I hand it over.

Legendary? I’m just the son of a business owner for crying out loud, not some master of kung fu.

“An Uchiha you say? That’s wonderful! I’ve heard so much about their business exploits that it’s refreshing to meet one in person!” There’s another loud exclamation that makes me twitch visibly.

When I look to the owner of such an equally powerful voice matching that of Gai’s, I’m staring at his Wonder Twin sitting in the first row.

I think I’m going to develop a tic.

Same ridiculously stupid bowl cut of black hair, same blinding smile, and same caterpillar eyebrows. Thank god we had a dress code – I would hate to see TWO of those green jumpsuits.

“Uchiha Sasuke, hm? Well, you can have a seat there in the first row between Yamanaka-san and Lee.”

No.

No.

NO!

He’s not seriously pointing where I think he is, is he?

I follow his finger and behold! Front row, in between Ino, who was at the time powdering her face and Gai’s Wonder Twin.

I feel a very loud and deep sigh come out of me along with my entire body becoming very slack.
Now, me slouching slightly in my standing position? This wasn’t very becoming of me, oh no. I stood as dignified as I could unless I wanted to risk being whacked with a bamboo shinai(1). How father hates laziness.

With another deep breath, I take back my schedule and mutter thanks and take my seat very, VERY reluctantly. And I stress on the “very” part.

Lee, as soon as I take my seat, turns to me quickly and flashes me his brightest smile and thrusts out an all too friendly hand, “My name’s Rock Lee!” He says boisterously, though his loud introduction goes unnoticed by Gai. I guess they’re both so loud their voices cancel each other out.

“H…hi,” I barely splutter out. I’m not really sure what to make of this new character. He’s giddy, kinda like Sakura, but not cute about it and much, MUCH louder. I tentatively reach out to shake his hand, and Lee, seeing his opportunity grabs it fiercely and gives me a wild shake.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Uchiha Sasuke!”

“N-nice to me-meet you too, Lee,” I’m being jerked around a bit by the force of his shake.

“Sasuke-kun?!” A familiar voice shouts behind me and it is apparent that Ino just now noticed my presence for the first time since second period started.

I wish I were invisible sometimes.

I spike visibly as Ino shouts over my head, “Lee, get your filthy hands off of Sasuke-kun!” And there's a sudden pair of hands on my shoulders that yank me out of Lee’s grip.

“S-sorry, Ino,” Lee stumbles out an apology and it absolutely baffles me.

Why the hell he was apologizing to someone like her was clearly beyond me.

Letting go of me, Ino resituates herself in her chair and brushes an annoying strand of hair out of her eye, “So, Sasuke-kun, did Pink Pants(2) give you any more crap?”

I turn fully to face her and fix a stern glare on her, “Don’t talk to me.”

Ino blinks, but appears to be unfazed by my infamous glower. Damn some of these girls. It didn’t work on half my fan club back at my previous school. She snorts and leans quite comfortably back in her desk chair, “Hah, so I guess she piled some sort of shit in your head too.”

Angrily, I slap a hand down on to my desk, alarming not only Ino, but most of the class and I yell, “Don’t talk about Sakura like that!”

Okay, so I may not have had right to say that being that I didn’t know mentioned girl very well and I certainly didn’t know all the details between her and Ino, and other than being a little clingy, Sakura was a nice girl.

Now Ino looks surprised. She looks entirely astonished that I was defending her, “How can you say that? She punched me right in the face and you’re defending that bitch?”

I could feel the anger rising. I wasn’t one to defend people so off-handedly like I was, but it was people like Ino that made my blood boil. “Sakura’s right, you did deserve that punch,” I growl and turn away from her briskly.

Shot, Ino immediately quiets and stares at me in utter disbelief. Whispers fly throughout the classroom and Gai-sensei looks at me, “Sasuke? Is there a problem?”

“No, sensei,” and I look sharply to Ino, who abruptly averts her gaze to the chalkboard, “there isn’t.”

“Good, your youthful flame still burns brightly, I see!” He grins, which sparkles, and gives me a cheesy thumbs up. I twitch. “Very well then, continuing on with our lesson,” and he turns back to the chalkboard.

It seems I’ve done a good job at attracting attention to myself, which was something I was trying to avoid as best as possible since coming here. Seeing as how that’s horribly backfired…

I glance over at Lee, who’s trying to be inconspicuous at waving to me and failing miserably, he gives me his best, “you’re-a-good-guy,” smile and flashes me a thumbs up like Gai did.

I nod, acknowledging his thumbs up, but groan inwardly.

Why do I attract all the weirdoes anyway? I must be some sort of psycho-magnet.

I feel a poke on my back and I tip my head over my shoulder enough to see the person behind the tap. At the desk behind Ino sat a guy with spiky black hair pulled back in a high ponytail and had the top half of his blazer unbuttoned and wore what looked to be fishnet under it.

It was safe to assume that after seeing the series of tattoos, piercings, shortened skirts and now unbuttoned blazers, that the school obviously isn’t strict on the proper attire.

The boy was slouched over his desk with his one extended arm hanging over the top, fingers holding a small, folded slip of paper. I eye him critically before taking the note. He slides back across the desk and lazily slumps backwards, shoving his hands into his pockets.

I turn around and inspect what was given to me. In semi-neat handwriting, this is what’s scribbled to me in a crooked paragraph: ‘Good for you in shutting Ino’s big trap, but girl’s like her are troublesome, I’d watch your back if I were you, especially after that little stunt you just pulled. Girls like her have their own allies that stick to ‘em like glue. And girls like her also have connections. It’s troublesome, but be careful next time. Just a little friendly warning.’

I find myself skeptically staring at the note and even tilting it to the side as an eyebrow instinctively goes up. I glance behind me to look at the Man of Precaution, but he’s slouched completely over his desk with his head buried in his arms, snoozing soundly. I wish I could do that, that confidently.

Another fifteen minutes pass before the bell sounds, ending second period for the day until tomorrow comes.

I notice Ino passing me a sad look before scurrying out of class, but I don’t really pay her any mind. I try to ignore it, not knowing why I defended Sakura [a girl I barely knew] so easily. Gathering my things, I turn to ask the lazy guy about the note he gave me, but he’s gone.

I hear Lee start to say something to me, but I’m already out the door before it registers that he was even talking to me. That guy was fast! I had to find him.

I see him halfway down the hall, turning left at the stairwell in the junction of the corridor and I halt him with a loud, “Hey!”

His stance is stooped back some, hands shoved deep into his pockets and he gives me this bored look.

I hold up the note, “What’s this all about? What do you mean ‘watch your back’?”

“It means exactly what it means,” he states matter-of-factly. “How else did you want me to say it?”

“That’s not what I meant,” I frown, a little annoyed at his sarcasm. “I mean, is she going to be out to get me because of what I said?” I wasn’t trying to sound paranoid, but if something like that were true, I wanted to be at least prepared for it.

The boy just gives me a half-assed shrug. “I’m not saying that anything will definitely happen, I’m just tellin’ ya there’s a possibility. That’s just how this place works.”

“There’s a system?” I ask, raising a peculiar eyebrow at him.

“Yea, a system,” he agrees as though he didn’t think of it that way himself. “The student body is too troublesome. I try not to comprehend it.” He turns and starts down the stairwell and glances back at me, “Anyway, just watch your back, okay? This place is full of crazies. And you’d better get to class, the bell’s gunna ring soon.”

As he retreats down the stairs, I call out to him again, “Hey, what’s your name?”

He pauses and stares up at me, “Nara Shikamaru.”

I smirk a little and respond to that, “Uchiha Sasuke.”

“I heard,” he counters with his own half-a-grin and completes the stairs.

I turn away myself and withdraw my schedule just as a feel a rapid tap to my shoulder. I look up into wide, coal eyes and bushy eyebrows. I yelp in surprise and jump back as Lee gives me a bright smile, “Hello again, Sasuke! I was calling to you, but you left so quick. I’ve never seen someone move so fast!” He does this sort of proud stance to back up his declaration and I feel myself move back nervously.

My eyes slowly leave his as if afraid he might pounce on me and brief back over my schedule in search of my next class. Let’s see… third period: AP Literature. Well, at least I’ll be ahead in this class due to already taking and passing it back at my former school.

“You have Literature, I see!” Lee happily observes from over my shoulder and I shudder a bit.

“Do you mind?” I ask a bit perturbed at our close proximity. Lee just smiles and gives me his best, “did-I-do-something-wrong” looks. I sigh and shake my head and feel the need to ask, “Do you have this class too?”

“Why, yes, I do!” Excited, Lee flashes me another one of his trademark thumbs up gestures. “Shall I accompany you to your class, Sasuke?”

“Uh, sure, just don’t touch me, okay?”

“Fair enough!” He exclaims exuberantly and pumps an energetic fist into the air.

“Will you be quiet?” I ask, embarrassed at all the eyes on us. I had a feeling this was going to be an unbearably long first day of school.

The moment we entered the classroom Lee was already bounding about, greeting everyone he knew and welcoming those he didn’t. It was amusing and at the same time absolutely mortifying to watch. People were staring at me as if I were supposed to control this mental case. I stand by the teacher’s podium quietly and just hope he or she gets here soon. Lee looks like he’s going to get pummeled any moment now. As I wait for the teacher to arrive, trying not to pay any attention whatsoever to Lee, I notice that this classroom’s structure is different from the other two rooms I’ve been in. This room has risers, elevating the room in an upward fashion with the last row in the back being the highest.

“Neji, how’s it going!” Lee energetically addresses a dark, longhaired male sitting on top of his desk, rather than behind it with it pushed against the far wall so he could use it as a back support. He has a feminine facial structure, and very pale, gray eyes. They almost looked white from my distance. He has one earphone plugged into his head and he seems to have cluster of groupies around him, all guys strangely enough.

“What the hell are you looking at, dead-last?” Neji haughtily asks with a faint swing of his head, way more than irritated at Lee’s jovial welcome. I’m surprised he even heard Lee over his music, but I guess with that loud voice…

Wait… Did he say Neji? Where have I heard that name before?

“Inuzuka Kiba is another one notorious for being absent all the time – Hyuuga Neji too.”

Oh that’s right – Sakura mentioned him from this morning. Now I remember. So this… Neji-guy is in a gang? He looks like a spoiled rich kid with an obvious attitude problem, not a gang member.

But you know as they say: Looks can be deceiving.

I guess that’s where that proverb comes into play.

I recognize the last name Hyuuga as well. If I remember correctly, there’s a high-class business that rivals ours with the name Hyuuga boldly attached to it. I’ll have to check up with my dad on that one.

Lee shrunk back a bit with a bite of his lip and turns away briskly, slapping on his ridiculously happy-go-lucky face back on, pretending not to have been bitten in the ass by Neji.

That guy has a seriously long stick up his ass.

Lee was proving to be a bit annoying, but he didn’t deserve that remark. But I choose not to say anything this time. It was already apparent by Shikamaru I might be in trouble for standing up for Sakura against Ino earlier.

It wasn’t like I was trying to be a hero or anything. I just can’t stand people like that.

Suddenly, Lee brightly initiates conversation with Neji by bringing me into it. “Hey Neji, Neji! This is Uchiha Sasuke!” He says with buoyancy and is suddenly behind me with his hands on my shoulders, moving me around to face Neji.

How the hell did he get behind me?!

“Hey, Lee,” I grit out, peeved that he was putting me in the spot light without consenting me first.

“He’s new here!” Lee finishes, quite pleased with himself for succeeding in grabbing Neji’s attention.

Neji blinks callous eyes at me and smirks, interest peeked, “Uchiha, huh?”

“Yea, do you know him, Neji?” Lee asks, peering over my shoulder and at the upperclassman curiously.

“Not him per say,” Neji says, eyes never leaving mine, “but I know well of his last name. His family owns Uchiha Corp.”

“Yea,” I begin, “and yours own the line of Hyuuga hotels.”

“So you’re up-to-date with everything then, I see. That doesn’t make a difference to me. Your father is miserably attempting a rivalry with my family’s business.”

“You mean to tell me you actually care what goes on in your family?” I ask, unable to keep the demeaning tone out of my voice. And that earns my quite the icy glare from Neji. I knew he was in a gang because of what Sakura told me, but obviously he didn’t know what she spilled.

“What are you implying, Uchiha?”

I realize I’ve started digging a hole for myself. Since when am I so carefree about opening my mouth when I KNOW I’m not supposed to?

“Nothing,” I mutter.

Neji hops off his desk and slowly makes his way down the risers, his groupies parting to allow him passage. Lee doesn’t move from his spot, which helps keep my suddenly peaking fear in check.

Neji is slightly taller than me by maybe about an inch or so, but enough to look down at me. As he stands, face-to-face with me, he leers down at me and asks, “Are you trying to start something with me, Uchiha?”

I blurt, “Do you want me to, Hyuuga?”

Shit! Why the hell did I just say that? Someone, please slap me!

Neji smirks at me, amused that I’m standing up to him. He must be able to intimidate everyone as well as he is to me to feel that way. I’m just trying to hide my fear. “You’ve got a lot a balls to be in my face like that.”

I tip my head back slightly and retaliate, “As far as I’m concerned, you’re the one that got in my face, Hyuuga.”

Omifreakingod. I am no longer in control of my body. It’s speaking without my permission. I am so going to die a horrible, horrible death because of this.

“You’re asking for a lot of trouble, Uchiha,” warns Neji, his eyes attenuating dangerously. He’s challenging me, hoping that I’ll take that extra step and give him reason to take me out.

I’m not the type to look or act like a badass in front of other people, because I know I’m not one – I’m FAR from one. But I don’t like being pushed around and made to look like a fool in front of people either. If I back down now, I might live to be seventeen, but look like a pansy in front of the class and eventually the entire school populace. But if accept Neji’s indirect challenge and step up to him, I’ll probably end up dead in an alley somewhere.

Either way, it seems to be a lose-lose situation for me.

Out of nowhere there’s a loud, “Sasuke-kun!” behind me.

I turn abruptly to catch a wave of pink hair and I say, shocked, “Sakura?”

She’s already calculated the whole situation without a single word from anyone. She steps up beside me on the opposite end of Lee and hisses, “Back off, Neji. You’re always trying to start shit with people. Stop acting like a freakin’ god.”

Said “god” turns sharply to Sakura and I quickly intervene before he can say anything, “Look, just forget it. I’m not trying to start anything with you, Hyuuga – I don’t even know you, so just stop.”

He looked like he wanted to hit her and it’s bad enough I watched Gaara put his hands on her. I wasn’t about to let her get hurt by this guy. Seriously, what guy hits a girl, anyways? Lowlife.

Neji’s brittle eyes are back on me and he gives me a suspicious pan of his eyes, looking me up and down before giving me a snotty, “Hn,” and resumes his place in the back of the classroom on the highest riser.

I turn to Sakura, “You have this class?”

“No,” she smiles and playfully sticks her tongue out.

I almost face plant in disbelief. “Then why are you—?”

She lifts a folder to my dark-colored gaze and says, “Sensei asked me to deliver this to Iruka-sensei, but it seems like he’s not here yet, probably being held captive by that dumb pervert, Kakashi-sensei”

“Kakashi-sensei? Why would he—?”

But I’m cut off again, “Anyway, here,” she hands it to me, “I’ve got to get back to class, so give this to him for me, okay? Tell him it’s from Anko-sensei.”

“Uh—okay,” I was left with no retaliation and ended up just accepting the folder and waving her good-bye in return as she scampered out of the classroom.

That girl… That’s the second time she’s saved my ass from two, obviously more than dangerous gang members. I feel like a wuss.

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After that, I don’t remember too much of the school’s events because my mind wasn’t even half on it. I was more concentrated on how my life could end at any given time with little to no warning and how much that seriously bothered my poor little brain.

The only thing I managed to comprehend for the rest of the day was the final school bell sounding, telling me the day has ended and I could finally go home.

For the record, I think this has been the longest day of my life despite all the craziness that went on in it.

I just suck it up deeply, gather my things and leave before anyone can find me. Lee tried to follow me out, but I managed to ditch him ducking around a corner of the school. I wasn’t trying to be mean, but he attracted WAY too much attention for my liking, and so far, it was doing nothing but getting me into trouble and that was the LAST thing I needed.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I thought over what Shikamaru said and then wondered if Sakura would be okay after the disputes between Gaara and Neji.

It wasn’t any of my business and there was probably nothing I could do… but that didn’t ease my mind any.

I find myself idly kicking an empty glass bottle down the sidewalk that was almost barren. Only a few people here and there marked it, but that was okay. The less people there were in my presence, the better I felt. I was at ease, to put it into better terms.

I remember seeing a shorter route to my new home on the way to school this morning and opted for it considering the walk to school was dreadfully long. I just wanted to go home and pass out on my bed.

Turning down an alley, I have to carefully squeeze around a dumpster and a few trashcans to get through. Once I’m about midway through, I stop dead in my tracks at the sight of a group of kids sitting in the alleyway.

Fuck.

I noticed one of them immediately to be Neji and I felt my heart rate kick up effortlessly. To make the quickly rising pulse worse, there’s a hard shove to my back.

“Hey, good to see you again, Uchiha,” came a dark voice from behind that I remembering eerily hearing this morning. Mint-green eyes are what I turn to see surrounded by black makeup.

“Gaara,” I whisper softly, but none too nicely.

“What the hell are you doing over here, Uchiha-brat?” Hyuuga calls down at me, occupying the plastic, black cover of a dumpster.

“Going home,” I quietly answer, trying not to show my panic.

“You walk home? You don’t have mommy or daddy come and pick you up?” There’s a laughter followed after that demeaning statement, and out of a mouth I don’t recognize. He has bronze-colored skin and unusually sharp-looking canines, like an animal and there are two triangular red tattoos on other side of his face. Brown, messy hair topped his head and he had dark brown eyes to match. He was wearing the school’s uniform, unbuttoned and sitting next to Neji.

I give him my bravest glare and get another bark of laughter.

So far, it just seems to be the three of them. Until the one sitting next to Neji speaks out across from them to a place I can’t see from my angle, “Hey, Kyuubi, what do you wanna do with Mr. Big Shot over here?”

Kyuubi?

I’m forced to step in closer to the gang as Gaara shoves me forward brashly. Sucking my teeth hard, I finally see who the unnamed kid was talking to. In the shadows was a young boy, hidden a black, way-too-big-for-him hooded jacket. Hands were buried from sight in the front pockets of the jacket and I could see a cigarette hanging out of a shadowed face in the hood.

I find myself swallowing hard and my heart racing faster than ever.

A tan face lifts itself, letting the dimming sunlight hit it for the first time and blazing red eyes stare right through me from under shaggy, golden hair and out comes this, “Tie ‘em up. Make sure he doesn’t leave.”


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(1)shinai – a practice sword made of bamboo [usually for kendo]; very painful to be struck by x_X;

(2)Pink Pants – a slang term for a “loose woman” [i.e. : hooker, tramp, slut, etc…]

End of chapter 4!!
Another cliffy! :D Lol, I know you guys are probably sick of that from the last chapter! *bricked*
*runs from angry mobs* I’m sorry! >w< But at least Naruto has finally – er – sorta been introduced! Right? Am I RIGHT? Okay, so I didn’t go into huge detail… but it’s a cliffy, remember? :3 There will be plenty of descriptive detail on our favorite kitsune in the next chapter, I promise!
Btw, I am NOT bashing Ino. I love to play around with the childish rivalry Sakura and Ino share. I just took that and changed it around to some of today’s more “modern” situations – this is a fic based off what goes on in today’s world, remember? No ninja-stuff XD
I really LOVE Ino and Sakura both, but if I had to choose, I like Sakura better *o* That’s why Ino’s the bitch in this story, lmao, but I’m seriously not bashing her, so no flames please?

How did you all like Gai-sensei and Lee? :B I love those two together~ You’ll see more of it too, I’ve got to have comic relief to keep the angst you’ll see later on from getting out of hand~

Please rate and review! I love reviews~ [love to know what you guys think of the story and opinions and ideas are always welcome!]

Thanks for reading so far! This is my longest chapter yet!