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If one happened to be passing by the Haruno Sakura's locker that morning at school (and many people did), they would wonder if World War III was going was going on or whether a three year old was throwing a grotesquely huge temper tantrum. Because that was just what Sakura was doing at that fine (not) morning at KuHigh. Mind you, not instigating the Third World War (people were just being their usual melodramatic selves when thinking that) but throwing a temper tantrum equivalent to that of a three year old.

Why? Because despite of her putting up thousands of posters all over the school, no one had taken up the position on becoming the vocalist of her band. Not one! Did no one have an inkling of appreciation for music? Granted, many may think that this was a ridiculous thing to be upset at but to Sakura, her band was the most important thing in her life, next to her parents and friends and her lifelong ambition of building a shelter for stray dogs.

Muttering under her breath all the way, she made for her first morning class, Chemistry taught by Asuma, to which she was ten minutes late to by the way, due to the little episode at her locker.

Noticing the glum and not to mention angry aura surrounding her, no one dared to speak a word to Sakura, not even the teacher –who by the way, was a muscular man that was more than twice her size and smoked cigarettes- regardless of the fact that she was late. She took a seat next to her Ino, ignoring her friend's inquiries about why she was late. Asuma sighed wearily. Kids these days were so rude.

"Now that you're all here, we will be discussing oxidation and reduction reactions today. Turn to page-," Asuma was cut off by the door opening. "Not again," he thought. But there could be no way someone else was coming to his class. His students were all here.

The door opened to reveal a smiling old man and a handsome though sullen looking teenage boy with dark hair and pale skin. Sakura eyed him with mild curiosity. He was cute, that she'd give him, but he looked like he had a major case of stick-up-his-ass going on.

"Sarutobi-sama!" Asuma exclaimed in surprise. Even the students looked perplexed. What was the principal doing here and why did he have a teenage boy at his side?

"Hello Asuma," Sarutobi greeted amiably, his old face wrinkling in a smile. "Sorry to have intruded but you have a new student today," he explained while Asuma just stared, nothing short of horrified. Another student? What were they trying to do to the teachers, kill them?

"Everyone, this is Uchiha Sasuke," Sarutobi introduced the boy while he still kept on sulking. "He just transferred here so I expect you to give him a warm welcome."

Sakura scoffed quietly. Warm welcome? This guy was frigid. His looks actually screamed pompous jerk off and he had that whole aristocratic thing going on with what the regal features, the dark hair and pale skin and sullen mouth. She wondered how long it took to style his hair in that ridiculous way. He looked every bit a jerk, but judging from the looks on the other girls faces, they thought different.

"U-Um, sit over there with Uzumaki," Asuma said, still a bit overwhelmed from all this. A mere nod was all the Uchiha did to indicate that he had heard and walked over to the seat next to Uzumaki Naruto, which incidentally, was the one next to Sakura's. Just her luck that the Emo Prince, as she had dubbed him, had to sit next to her. Ah, but on the bright side, it was only during Chemistry, Sakura thought indifferently.

"Hey, Sasuke, you transferred?" came the loud voice of one of Sakura's best friends and fellow band mate Uzumaki Naruto. Sasuke ignored him and Naruto muttered "jerk" which Sakura seconded internally.

"Eh, Naruto you know him?" Sakura asked in interest as the Emo Prince sat down next to her, interlaced his hands in front of his face and continued to brood. It seemed like that was his hobby. By now, the principal had left and Asuma had started the lesson, but the three teens ignored him.

"Yeah Sakura-chan", came Naruto's reply. "Hey teme, why'd you transfer? Didn't you go to one of those fancy private schools?" Naruto spoke to Sasuke again but he seemed intent on ignoring him so Naruto (grudgingly) started to focus on Asuma's lesson, Sakura doing the same and class went on.

Sakura, Naruto and some of their friends sat down in the cafeteria, eating and sipping their drinks. With some effort on Naruto's part, they had somehow managed to drag Sasuke into their table too and currently, the said teen was quietly sipping a coke, the earphones of his iPod plugged into his ears. Absently, Sakura wondered what kind of music he listened to. Despite the superfluous appearance, she couldn't deny he was intriguing.

Thinking of music, Sakura suddenly remembered with a fresh wave of irritation, that the vocalist position of her band was still vacant. Turning to Naruto and Neji, the bassist, she related their situation.

"Why don't I be the vocalist?" Naruto asked and Sakura and Neji cringed. Naruto's singing voice was like nails on a chalkboard. "Uh, um, it's because then we'd be short of a drummer and-," Sakura's failed attempt at explaining to Naruto why he couldn't be the vocalist was cut short by a deep voice.

"You are in a band?" Sakura's head whipped around and her emerald eyes widened on seeing that it was the Emo Prince Uchiha Sasuke that had spoken. This was the first time he had actually spoken more than two syllables and boy was his voice heavenly. Sakura's surprised look was then replaced with a smirk on realizing that even if he had been listening to music, Sasuke had had the volume turned down so he could hear the conversation around him. Sneaky bastard that.

"Yeah, why do you ask?" Sakura asked, curious to know why he was so interested all of a sudden. Neji shot Sasuke a questioning glance and Naruto suddenly brightened up.

Before Sasuke could respond, the blonde cut in. "I forgot to tell you Sakura-chan, Neji. Sasuke here used to be in a band too," he said.

"You did?" Sakura asked, now completely interested in the dark haired teen.

"Yeah. Lithium," Sasuke answered simply. Sakura's eyes widened even more if that was possible. Lithium used to be one of the best bands in their city before they broke up over a reason that was never made public. All the members were students of Otogakure High, Konohagakure's eternal rivals. To think that Uchiha Sasuke used to be a member of Lithium, much less a student of Otogakure. Sakura wondered why he had transferred but noticing the slightly occupied look on Sasuke's face and didn't feel that it was wise to ask. Instead, she steered the conversation in a different direction.

"Why, are you interested in joining ours?" she asked, a teasing smirk on her face.

"Depends on how good you are", Sasuke responded, a slight smirk gracing his features. Sakura smiled inwardly; who knew he was capable of teasing.

"What makes you think you're good enough?" she asked with a mock scoff.

Sasuke's smirk broadened. He was going to come up with a snarky response but Naruto insisted on ruining the moment, causing Sasuke, Sakura and even Neji to face palm.

"You guys, we haven't even figured out what to name the band yet!"

"Today is clearly not my day," was Sakura's first thought when she woke up that morning with a horrible case of bad hair day.

Her assumption proved to be correct after morning classes at school.

First she behaved like a complete klutz and embarrassed herself by spilling her shake all over herself live a five year old -curse her for wearing black. Then she was yelled at by the Health teacher Anko in front of the entire class for talking with Ino during her explanation and now, she was expected to run a hundred laps around the gym with the other kids. Not that she had anything against running, heck she liked to run, but not when she had a splitting headache from Anko barking at her for fifteen whole minutes. Yes, Haruno Sakura was not in a good mood.

Currently running in last place, Sakura cursed her luck mentally. Why the hell did life suddenly spew down this crap at her? Not to mention her head was killing her, making it hard to run and even harder to keep up with the other kids. Why did she even come to school today?

In her little moment of wallowing in self pity, she didn't notice that she had actually caught up with some of the other kids –splitting headache or not, she was a fast runner- and crashed face first into someone, the impact sending her flying back, landing on the floor face down.

She groaned, coming to the conclusion that someone up there really despised her and glared on hearing a few sniggers from the rest of the kids. Cruel children. Things were really not going in her favor today. She could feel her headache grow a thousand times worse. Stupid Anko and her stupid loud mouth. Sighing, she laid her cheek on the floor, loving the cool of the wood against her cheek.

Ah, sweet ground! How she missed it. Kissing the ground seemed like a better option now than getting up and facing the sneering faces of the kids. How she wished Naruto or maybe even Sasuke were here, but no, they had computer class.

"Well, I can't stay on the ground like this forever," the rational side of her brain said. But Sakura was not in a rational mood right now. In fact, the only thing she wanted to do was rest her poor head on the glorious gym floor and fall into a blissful sleep, but of course, the evil thing that was fate would definitely not allow that, judging from the fact that she was being shook, albeit gently, but still.

"Go away," she muttered softly, ignoring the amused whispers around her.

A sigh was heard from the person shaking her. "Sensei, could I be excused? I have to take Sakura here to the infirmary," the guy's voice had a familiar ring to it and Sakura's brain associated it with soft red hair and gentle mahogany eyes that could be very threatening when they wanted but her weary brain was in no condition to process exactly who suddenly lifted her off the ground and held her bridal style.

"You have my permission," the coach said, flashing the boy a thumbs up. Said boy sweat dropped and continued to carry her out the gym, ignoring the numerous stares being directed at his back.

Sakura sighed contentedly in the boy's arms. Normally, she would be kicking and screaming by now, demanding what right the boy had to carry her but even in her drowsy state, she knew that this person was someone familiar to her and therefore allowed him to carry her.

"You really are something Sakura," the boy thought in slight amusement and continued on his way, the pink haired girl sound asleep in his arms.

Sakura groaned as she woke up in an unfamiliar room on an equally unfamiliar bed with eerily white sheets.

Why did her head feel like it had just been thrown in a meat grinder and then stomped on numerous times? With another pained groan, she managed to sit up against the headboard.

She remembered that horrible moment in cafeteria and then Anko yelling at her. She pushed that thought away in annoyance. Even thinking about it made her feel like another migraine was coming on.

Dismissing the thoughts of Anko and her maddening voice, her emerald eyes scanned the room she was in. It was a large room with white walls and more beds like the one she was on. It then hit her that she was in the infirmary.

Nothing about this day had been good, she thought with a groan. Well at least they had their vocalist now. Sasuke had tried out yesterday at Naruto's loft and his voice was pretty good, considering that he had only played guitar in Lithium. And they had finally decided on a name. Katon. Sakura smiled when remembering it. It truly did feel like a good name.

As she lay there wondering about what Naruto, Sasuke and Neji were doing now and what had happened for her to be brought to the infirmary of all places, a sudden chuckle made her jump. Startled, she noticed that she had not been alone this entire time. On a chair beside her bed, staring at her in mild amusement was her cousin Sasori.

Deidara watched with a smirk as Sasori, ever the gentleman, started to walk over to the pink haired girl on the ground and make sure she was alright. The girl was certainly amusing, seeing as she had practically embraced the floor and refused to let go. Probably thought it was her mommy or something, he thought with a chuckle.

She was not bad looking nor was she incredibly stunning, but he had to admit, she had killer legs, all lean and toned and her face had not been too bad either. The let down was the pink hair. Pretentious, was what Deidara thought. She must be dying for attention if she went that far. But what he had noticed most of all was neither her atrocious pink hair nor her killer legs but her hands. They looked small, dainty even, but from closer inspection, one finds that they were calloused and that their fingernails were cut short, obvious markings of someone who was either very athletic (or maybe a handyman) or a musician. Judging from her show earlier, Deidara suspected that it was the latter.

Well, in that case, perhaps she would be his next target. With a self satisfied grin, Deidara continued running his laps, taking one last look at the girl that Sasori was now carrying out the gym.

Sakura stared at her cousin, dumbfounded, trying to form a coherent sentence but ending up opening and closing her mouth like a goldfish, earning another chuckle from Sasori.

Ultimately giving up on forming words, she hugged him in ecstasy. Slowly and awkwardly, Sasori returned her embrace. Despite his appearance, he was never one for physical contact and would have pushed them away if this was someone else but this was his little cousin Sakura, the only person he could actually tolerate that was related to him, minus his grandmother.

Finally, she let him go, her green eyes sparkling, her migraine seeming to disappear into thin air. "So you finally transferred huh Saso-kun?" she asked cheerfully. "Yes, grandmother thought it best that I should attend the same school as you," he responded, straight to the point, just as she remembered.

"Well, it's awesome to see you, but what the hell happened that landed me in here?" she asked, gesturing around the infirmary. Ah, so she had no clue as to what happened before, Sasori thought.

"You fell and then you started hugging the floor saying that you didn't want to leave," he stated simply. Sakura turned three shades of red. As much as she adored her cousin, she wished he wouldn't be so straight forward sometimes. Sasori smirked. His little cousin never ceased to amuse him, which was one of the reasons he liked her, compared to the rest of the family.

"This day just keeps getting better and better," he heard Sakura mutter, and then her eyebrows puckered in thought. "Say, Saso-kun, how come you knew where the infirmary was? You're still a new student. Heck, this is my first time even coming in here." Ridiculous that she had spent practically her whole life attending this school and had never been to the infirmary before, Sasori noted in wonder.

"I remembered it from the tour," Sasori responded brusquely. Sakura shook her head in amazement. Who else but Sasori would remember the school's layout from a single tour? Her cousin had not changed one bit. Ironically, the boy was thinking the same thing.

Just then, a female voice interrupted their little moment of bonding and nostalgia. "Sakura, are you feeling okay?" the owner of the voice was a dark haired woman who looked to be in her mid twenties and had a kind smile on her face.

"Y-Yeah, thank you, um," Sakura trailed off, unsure of the woman's name. "Just call me Shizune," she said pleasantly. "It's no problem. After all, it is my job." She went about checking whether Sakura had a fever and any of that sort before handing her a small pill. "You've just got a mild headache going on and there's nothing much I can do about it except give you an aspirin. Just make sure you get plenty of rest and fluids," she continued and Sakura couldn't help but grimace at the word "mild". Picking up the glass of water on the bedside table, she downed the pill in one go.

After Shizune made sure that Sakura was well enough to return to her classes, Sasori escorted her to her next class, English with Kakashi, and went on his way, saying good bye to his cousin. As Sakura entered the classroom, Ino and Naruto beckoned her over to sit next to them. Kakashi was late as always. With a grin, Sakura seated herself down between Ino and Naruto and spotted Sasuke sitting in the far corner, brooding as always. Almost all of the girls in the class were staring at him, hearts in their eyes but Sasuke paid them no attention. Sakura smiled to herself. Poor girls. Even in the (extremely) short time she had known him, she had found out that Sasuke was not one for romance. Well, his voice was great so there was no complaint from her.

"You alright Sakura? Heard you were at the infirmary," Ino asked worriedly. "Yeah, I'm fine. I was just having a bad day and a headache," she reassured her anxious friend.

"That's good then. I have news -there's a new transfer group at school," Ino's cornflower blue eyes were bright and excited.

"Huh, what transfer group?" Sakura inquired curiously.

"You haven't heard? There's rumors of a large transfer group that just transferred her at the same time Sasuke-kun." If it was any other situation, Sakura would have snickered at the suffix her friend had attached to Sasuke's name, but her mind was on this transfer group.

"Well that definitely is weird," She mused out loud. "No school gets such a lot of transfer in such a small period of time."

She and Ino chatted about the transfer group after school as they were heading out to the grounds. Not watching where she was going and not hearing Ino's warning, Sakura suddenly collided with a hard chest and kissed the ground for the second time that day.

A familiar hand reached out to her and Sakura grabbed it thankfully, only to be lifted up by her cousin Sasori. A gasp escaped her and Sasori peered at her worriedly. "Are you okay Sakura?" he asked but his cousin ignored him and kept staring at the, well, scarily familiar group of people flanking him, her blonde friend joining her in her silent battle of staring but having a reason that could not differ more from his cousin's.

Sasori sighed in mild exasperation. He knew this would happen sooner or later but he would prefer it if it happened later but then fate had strange ways of screwing with your life.

"Sakura, you may have to sit down for this."