Title: Not So Fast

Summary: A certain pinkette is enrolling in Konoha High... but what would the students make of her? It was only an attempt to escape the past, along with the shift of her personality. All she ever wanted was to play things safe, though it turns out that some things are not easy to slip away from. Oh dear.. was her choice ever right? MultiSaku AU

Word Count: 1,127

Hello readers!

Soooo this is the first story I've ever published. Sorry if I have a sucky writing style... i'm still trying to get a hang of things hehe

Writing sumthin' like this is just me reading lotsa MultiSaku fics and laughing my butt off (coz it's somehow crack-worthy having a buncha guys pinning after one girl hahaha)

Okay well to cut to the chase, I hope you folks enjoy this story (that I have no idea if I'm even ever gonna finish coz knowing me... yeah)

CHAPTER 1

It's the first day of school, all the more for the pink haired teen to be excited about. Then again it would only seem natural, being in a new environment and all. And knowing the girl, curiosity got the best of her.

She prepared her usual get up: a hoodie over her shirt, a pair of skinny jeans, black converse and her fake thinly rimmed glasses to top it off. For that day, she chose to tie her hair in a high ponytail for convenience. She gave one look at the full sized mirror and felt contented dressing in such a simple fashion. After all, the pinkette never was one to attract attention because sometimes, it meant trouble. Not that she hasn't found herself in sticky situations before. But as long as it can be avoidable, then try as she might, she will stay out of trouble. Hopefully.

'Wouldn't that take the fun outta life?' A part of her chided.

'True, but it still depends. One person can only take so much.' her logical part countered.

After pondering on it for a moment while taking the last bite of her jam flavored toast did she realized how uptight she sounded. Shaking her head off these thoughts and allowing a small smile to make its way to her face, she grabbed the backpack that she prepared a night before and headed out of her apartment to her new school.

While the walk to school was relaxing, she also noticed how the streets looked empty but nice. She happily found out that it isn't crowded as she expected it to be. Well, considering the time of day, it's probably too early for that. She made sure to come to school at least one hour before classes began. For one, she didnt want to be in a hurry and two, this also gave her a chance to mindlessly explore the area.

And indeed, take her time at that.

As she entered the campus, Sakura immediately plugged in her earphones and listened to classical music, just to make sure that she's kept occupied in any case that she passes by another person. You would've guessed and definitely right you are, that she is an antisocial. Not exactly as if she hated socializing with others, though you would've found her keeping to herself most of the time, her lifestyle just demands silence and simplicity of things. Its not her fault if her hobbies are reading, playing the piano, drawing or kickboxing, which if you think about it, doesn't really require much social contact. Okay maybe except the last one but all she ever does at the gym is train by herself and sometimes spar with another which still isn't much anyway. She too is a sports fanatic, yet the feeling's never really the same without the adrenaline you get from a fight.

The pinkette looked around and saw a track and field oval to her left and a parking space on her right. Konoha High was a massive building in front of her. It's only typical since the school is prestigious and well known in the country. Home to the athletes, geniuses, influential figures and the like, also allegedly catering some of the most fearsome gangs around Konoha.

'Hmmm... I may have the honor of being an entertained spectator. As long as I don't get involved in unnecessary fights might as well enjoy the show.'

She entered the lobby, as strange as it sounds, and delightedly took in the classical antiquity of the establishment. There were several paintings hanged on the wall, the floor was carpeted, a grand chandelier was hanging from the ceiling, heck there were even pillars scattered around to hold the building. The reception desk is located in the middle, the auditorium to her left and the main hallway to her right. There was also a staircase adjacent to it.

After admiring the spacious foyer, Sakura decided to enter the hallway for familiarity's sake, where she saw the principal's office, meeting room, faculty room, student council's office and lastly, the consultation rooms. From a bird's eye view, there were even three elevators at the end and another opening to the right.

'So pretty much this place is sorta like the gathering of "no nonsense" businesses and people alike.'

Oh how she loves the functionality of it all.

Suddenly, the door to the council room opened and a boy stepped out looking over the contents of a folder. He didn't seem to be aware of the pinkette and proceeded walking towards her. Sakura noted his spiky orange hair and face that was adorned with piercings. She could feel the authority and power radiating out of him which led her to conclude that he was probably the president. After her brief observation, she stared forward with both hands in her pockets. Inside, she started fiddling with her MP3 player and decided to play a song most fitting to the man just to humor her.

'And him.' she mentally added.

But he doesn't need to know that.

Inwardly smiling, she continued walking until both of them passed each other, not turning to see his steps coming to a halt, eyes baring curiosity and recognition while he watched her back as she trod towards the end of the hallway.

Piles of paperwork that could only rival the principal's lay dreadfully on the council president's desk. Several hours later when it came down to signing the last piece of an eleven paged contract, the orange haired man relaxed his posture and took a few sips from his coffee. Popping the bones in his neck and rubbing it to ease its stiffness, he remembered that after reviewing the files he needed to finalize the program flow for the welcoming ceremony. Taking in a deep breathe, he picked the folder which was specially set aside for that matter and exited his office.

As soon as Pein opened the folder, he heard light footsteps walking towards him. He paid the person no heed, used to the occurence of having teachers around this early and even moreso when it's the start of the school year, as his eyes continued scanning the object in front of him. Just when they passed each other did he lose his concentration, immediately coming to a stop and eyes flickering towards her direction, once he recognized the song she was listening to.

'... everybody wants to rule world.'

She didn't seem to notice his abrupt movement, judging by the fact that her earphones were playing loud enough for him to hear in the quiet hallway and her eyes stared straight ahead, ultimately ignoring his presence. Nor did she ever notice the rare smirk revealed by the man's face.