Title: His Angel Assassin

Genre: Romance/Friendship

Language: English

Rating: M

Warning(s): Language, violence, sexual content

Pairing(s): Sakura Haruno & Karma Akabane, Ino Yamanaka & Maehara, Hinata Hyuuga & Naruto Uzumaki

Summary: First impressions were important, but not always what they seemed. Karma had learned that when the sweet girl that sat in front of him in class turned out to be just as dangerous as him. Trying to figure out the girl, he studied her, but to no avail. Becoming her friend would be the best way to control that beast inside of her. Never did he imagine when he first acknowledged her that his plan would backfire drastically on him throughout the years.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or Assassination Classroom nor do I make any money from my writings.

A/N: This will take place two years before the plotline of Assassination Classroom, so when Karma and Nagisa are in their first year of junior high. Please read and enjoy.

Chapter one: Trying a Normal Life

It had been thirteen long years since the catastrophe had happened in the land of the five united nations. Even now, none of them had any idea what had actually happened or what the cause was. It was very likely that a powerful shinobi had caused the time and dimensional rift. In fact, the sole survivor of the Uchiha clan was certain of it. It was no natural cause and only someone with the blood of Otsutsuki Kaguya could have been powerful enough to have been responsible for what happened.

The shinobi had been tossed into a different realm, scattered across the unknown world with no chakra to speak of. Their lives had been rewound to almost nothing, their souls and bodies appearing in some random woman that turned out pregnant not even a week later. It was the same for each of them and they had been brought up for the first few years of their lives by the parents that fate had chosen for them. It was something that none of them could have grasped at the time and each of them followed their 'parents' around obediently. They didn't have a choice.

The memories of their past lives came back to each individual at different times and when it did, that person would feel an unbelievable sense of longing and sorrow before losing consciousness. For they had lost their home, their friends and family, their way of life. Each of them had lost someone precious to them and deep down, they knew that they had no way to get their old lives back. They all were aware that this world wasn't where they belonged.

The shinobi were far too different than the rest of the humans in this world. There were gaps and cracks in their personalities that no one other than them could understand. The life of a 'normal' human was not something for them and in most cases, they were deemed far too intense to be around. None of them fit into the social norms, no matter what country they grew up in.

With a sense of longing for something familiar in their lives, the former shinobi had set out and left their homes. Leaving the families behind that had taken care of them, but nevertheless grateful, they each began their own journeys. Others, however, had settled down into their new lives with it's peacefulness.

What was interesting enough, the older shinobi had lived their lives much longer in this world than the younger ones. It had at least brought a sense of normalcy to them to know that the seniors would still be classified as their seniors. What didn't sit right was the fact that even though they had all left their world at the same time, they had still showed up in this world at different times.

It was almost as if their previous lives had all been a lie, something their souls had dreamt of before being born into their 'rightful' place. One would think that it had been a lie, if it weren't for the fact that none of their appearances had changed drastically. What was black hair stayed black hair, what was blue eyes stayed blue eyes, and what had once been a mark of ANBU stayed as such. Another interesting concept with it's own theories, but no proof or results.

Many of the older geniuses had tried cracking what had happened, but when it came down to what had actually happened that caused this phenomenon, none of them had an explained answer. That had been left behind in the other world, along with the sanity of some. It was possible that some of them might not have been transported to this new, strange place, but considering the ones that were had been scattered across the globe, who knew for sure?

Chakra had also been something that was taken from them. It was nearly impossible for them to build up their reserves, at least that's what most of them thought. With that being the case, a majority had decided to leave behind that sort of life, considering how peaceful the world was compared to their own. There were no worries of enemy shinobi sneaking into their village. They didn't need to go on missions in order to earn a living. There was no need to kill. Of course, that didn't stop them from trying to seek each other out for reminiscence and comfort.

There was an especially close knit of shinobi that had sought each other out for the sole purpose of not forgetting their heritage and bonds. It had taken years and although some still hadn't regained their memories, their feelings for each other had been strong enough to disregard that.

Hinata, for example, had no idea who any of them were when the trio had approached her, but her love for a certain blonde male had been so powerful that she had went along with him in the end anyway. She had led a nurtured life in the country land of Japan's west coast, being the only child to a middle-aged couple. It was difficult to see that she had reverted back to her childish self, being shy and withdrawn. The girl tried to avoid conflict whenever she could and she hardly stood up for herself, stuttering and cowering in around herself when something or someone threatened her. Their little group had made it one of their objectives to get her strong confidence back, but it had also become a major priority to two of them to protect her no matter what. At least until she got her memories back would they try to bring her back up, but it was apparent to almost all of them that she would always be looked after by the two.

Ino had been the first one of them to have regained her memories, no doubt remnants from her brilliant mind and talents with her family's secret jutsu that had allowed such a thing to happen. Nevertheless, the blonde, blue-eyed beauty had left her quaint, little village in China to search for her long-lost best friend and rival. Traveling by herself for over a year had been a challenge, but her stubborn will had allowed her to conquer it.

Sakura, in China, had regained her memories shortly after Ino, although unknowingly, and it didn't take her long to find one of her two best friends. The male of the blonde duo had been in Kyoto, Japan, his rambunctious personality still present even without the knowledge of his past life. What hadn't surprised the pinkette in the slightest was the fact that Uchiha Sasuke had been by the boy's side. Both of her teammates had been born right next to each other, in the same city and practically neighbors. There was no doubt that they were brothers by fate, no matter what world they were in.

Naruto and Sasuke hadn't remembered anything, but they had inevitably felt a connection with the pink haired girl that had approached them. It only took a matter of weeks before Sasuke had remembered everything and with Naruto on his heel, they left to search for the others. During the journey, the blonde boy had regained his as well.

To anyone outside of their group, they would have looked like a couple of rebellious delinquents, leaving home with only a note left in their place. They knew that they caused worry to the parents that took care of them and though they felt guilty, this was something they felt they had to do. The truth of the matter was; those weren't their homes.

They had found Hinata next and though it took a great amount of convincing and loitering around their property with multiple threats of the authorities being called on them from her 'parents', they were able to get her to come with them. Her affection for Naruto had been great, instantly turning bright red and fainting when she first saw him. She had told them, although she didn't know why, she felt a strong connection with them, like she belonged with them, and they knew that it wasn't just because of her love for Naruto.

Ino had found them some months later in Japan and was pleasantly pleased to find all of them together. She was curious and worried about her own teammates, but she was sure that they were fine. Shikamaru and Chouji would find each other eventually if they were in this world. As long as she had Sakura by her side, then that was good enough for now.

Moving to Tokyo had been a decision that they all agreed on. There wasn't anything too special about it in their opinion, but it was a city where they could each start their new lives together in. It was there that they had found Kakashi, running a comic shop with a restricted section to the side of it, no doubt where he kept his perverse, extra copies of the Icha Icha series. Why he had chosen such a profession, he didn't tell them, but his students thought that it suited him the best. It was easy and he could read his books whenever he wanted if he wasn't busy. It was the perfect job for him to be lazy and read. Two things he loved doing more than anything. Although with his passion for teaching, he had earned what was needed for him to be a substitute teacher and whenever the need rose, he would have someone else watch over the store for him.

Of course, their sensei had been surprised to see them all. It was rare for their kind to gather together, even if it was sought out after. What had him even more dumbstruck was how they each overcame hundreds of miles to find each other before settling in the city and in Ino's case, close to a thousand miles. They weren't old enough to get train or bus tickets by themselves, let alone plain tickets, so how did they get here in one piece? He wasn't sure he wanted to know. The secret had remained with the young ones, although it was very likely that they had either hitch-hiked or walked. The silver haired male didn't put it past three of them to have stolen a vehicle either, assuming that they even knew how to drive. If they had, they most likely trashed the car so bad it wrapped completely around whatever unfortunate object was in their path. He could imagine Sakura doing that before any of them and Naruto was the one most likely to do it. Those poor road people and objects. How he felt for them.

It was also there in Tokyo that they ran into three, old loved ones. Team Gai had been ecstatic to meet with them after over a decade of being separated. They lived further into the city than Team Gai did, the trio choosing to live near the woods where they could train freely. Having been reborn, Gai enjoyed the free usage of his new, mobile legs and he was taking advantage of every moment of it, Lee right by his side sharing his enthusiasm. Like their past lives in their young years, Tenten would find herself not being able to keep up with them, but that didn't stop her from enjoying their company. They would have all decided to live together if Kakashi didn't practically live at his store and if the others hadn't already paid for a house of their own. Where they got the money, that was yet another secret.

Settling in took longer than expected and contrary to Kakashi's deduction that Sakura had abducted some poor man's vehicle and destroyed it, it seemed that the pinkette was one of the few that was nervous around the loud mechanical modes of transportation. That, along with every other type of vehicle. She was no stranger to that type of technology, but it still made her anxious just to step out into the street.

Hinata was much the same as the pinkette, although her reasons for not liking them were completely different than the other girl's. While Sakura didn't trust the machinery because she wasn't used to them, or so she told them, Hinata didn't like how loud they were and how dangerous they could be. Naturally, Hinata's fear of them had been warranted, whilst Sakura's was not.

The girl was constantly picked on by her friends for preferring to walk long distances rather than step anywhere near a car or train. They had pestered her to give them a reason why it was such and she had reluctantly told them that she had never been in one before. Having been born in the outskirts of China and abandoned by her so called 'parents', she had been forced to fend for herself. She had learned to fight at an early age, remembering how to even without her actual memories at the time. However, it had been brutal and she surely should have died numerous of times.

Most of the time, she wondered if she had the devil's luck, but it was because of her abilities and that misfortune that she had met a man and a young boy. She had caught the man's eye and having stated that she had a lot of potential, he took her under his wing. Sakura never did catch either of their names, but she could recall the cold look in the man's eyes to this day. He had shown more interest in her than her own parents, but he still hadn't cared for her in the slightest, only in what she was capable of.

Sakura had become an assassin under the man's tutelage, easily surpassing her senpai with the knowledge of the human body that had been crammed into even her subconscious and the skills to pull off the moves flawlessly. She had stayed with them for a few years and like a foolish child that clung to the parent, she followed his orders without questioning. The pinkette had mastered what many would consider an art and she had used her abilities to kill rather than save like she had done in her previous life. She had done anything for the man that took her in, with the illusion in her head that he had needed her. That she was important. At first, she couldn't see what she had really been. A tool used for murder and although she was never sure why he took her under his wing, she hadn't cared.

That was until she had regained her memories and her mind had matured drastically, causing her to faint during the middle of a job that he had sent her on. When she had been captured from the mistake and news of her capture had hit her sensei, she had yet again been abandoned. The realization hadn't surprised her, but it had still hurt. After all, it wasn't the first time she had been abandoned; by the parents of this world and by Sasuke countless times. Still, the betrayal hadn't dragged her down and with her abilities, even with a small body, she was able to escape. It was then that she left behind that life and was determined to live one that she could be proud of. She set out to find her loved ones.

With that being said, having her life revolve around traveling around in the shadows with a famous assassin by her side, transportation on mechanical objects was scarce. She had flown in a plain only once her entire life to go to Japan and it hadn't been pleasant at all. Having nearly died when it crashed, it wouldn't be surprising if the event had traumatized her at least a little. Who the hell assassinated the pilot when in mid-flight over a big city? Fucking dumbass senpai. Although, she supposed it was partially her fault, considering she had just spiked his drink for an experiment.

Of course, her friends had no idea about this part of her life. Therefore, they didn't know the real reason why she didn't like vehicles. It was a part of her life that she was too ashamed to talk about so she just came up with the excuse that she just wasn't used to them. That's what they thought so they continuously tried to get her in one and thought she was being overdramatic when she pitched a fit.

Their opening ceremony had been one such day, they were supposed to take the train to their new junior high school, but Sakura hadn't wanted to board with everyone else. In the end, they had all been late, because, simply, the pinkette was just too damn stubborn for anyone's good. Much to her relief and satisfaction, they had jogged there. To say that the chairman hadn't been impressed with their late arrival during the ceremony was an understatement.

They had continued on with their day and luckily, they were all placed in the same class. It took some getting used to for the pinkette, being around so many people again, but it was nothing she couldn't handle. The only other person that seemed to be having a hard time was the little Hyuuga and at times, they were sure that she would pass out from nervousness. Their group certainly stood out, but there were a few of the students that didn't pay them any mind.

It was no surprise that Sasuke had a fanclub of his very own within the first few days of school. His good looks and cool and calm attitude had most of the girls in the school squealing and drooling whenever he passed by them. By the time their first month was over with, letters of undying love and begs for a date were crowding his locker. Some had even made their way into her own locker directed to him, which was right next to his. It annoyed her to a great extent, but she supposed there was nothing she could do. Bitching about it to the girls wouldn't solve anything, they would just argue back with her and if she punched them in their faces, then she would get in trouble and from a far off glance, the chairman seemed like he was the type of person she wanted to avoid at all costs. That was a headache she could live without.

Another headache she could have lived without, but unfortunately didn't have that luxury, were the guys that followed her around. A fanclub of her own had been born during the short time period that they started going to this school, although the pinkette couldn't fathom why anyone would do such a thing. Ino had once told her that it was because of the 'air' she had around her. Sakura, having no idea what she was talking about, had arched a questioning eyebrow and earned a sigh and shrug from the blonde in return.

Sakura would admit that since her time as a child, she had developed more of an appreciation for life. Though nervous because of the large crowds, she found herself merging with them more and more every day. Without her desire to act mature and cool in front of Sasuke, she had developed a more playful and childish personality. Granted she blamed most of it on Naruto's influence, she found that she was far more comfortable with her age and the delinquent inside of her. She wasn't afraid to act like a child and perform stupid acts with the blonde by her side. She supposed that was also because of her previous experiences. Constantly surrounded by death, she never knew when she was going to die, so why not enjoy life to the fullest and act like a fool with her best friends? Fuck what others had to say about her or even thought of her.

Despite her thinking so, she had been deemed as one of the most beautiful girls in the entire school. With Hinata and Ino right beside her, but that wasn't surprising. With her bangs parted to the left in a slightly messy fashion to partially hide her forehead, it gave her a sort of exotic look with the purple seal on her forehead. Many questioned it, but she had made up the excuse that it was a tattoo from her home village. It wasn't entirely a lie, but they didn't need to know that.

Pink hair cascaded down to her waist and in this world, she was able to take better care of it, so it was slick, soft, and shiny. Though her body was petite, she was lean with muscles enough to show that she was athletic, but not overly so to the point of being unappealing. The results of her former occupation showed in her stance and eyes, although she was unaware of it herself.

Her stride was strong and confident, showing that she could stand alone and prosper, but her posture was still open enough to welcome new people into her life. At first glance, she seemed to be the type of person that would talk to anyone and consider them her friend no matter who they were. Friends with anyone and everyone, but still independent.

Her jade eyes were wide and bright, but sharp to the point that they caught the tiniest of detail in the smallest of situations. They were calculating and alluring, drawing a person into their depths easily with one simple glance. They reflected the beauty and danger of nature itself within their green hues and if the light hit them at certain angles, they would appear in spots to have either a deep, forest green or a color so bright that they almost appeared silver.

Her friends had wondered what had happened to her that would cause such drastic changes in her, but they didn't question it, knowing that she would make up some excuse and then change the subject. Her body reflected something beautiful, yet dangerous, even more so than in her past life, and yet her behavior showed the exact opposite; it was welcoming, happy-go-lucky of sorts.

However, the ones that actually knew her weren't foolish enough to think that she had lost that fire within her. She still had her temper, they knew that. Even Hinata, who didn't remember her as a kunoichi, had the gut feeling that the pinkette could do some serious damage if she was pissed off.

Luckily, none of the students had seen that side of her so far. They had no idea that the little tigress had a sleeping lion within her, just waiting for the right moment to rear it's head and let out an earth-shattering roar. At least, not yet, they didn't know, but they were about to.

Normally silent steps could be heard making their way down the hallways of the junior high building, their destination being the first year, D class. The female's shoulders were slumped over slightly and her fists were clenched by her sides, showing that she was tense with anger and intended on beating the shit out of someone. They were only there for over three months and already somebody was giving them trouble.

Two sets of feet followed behind her, each belonging to a nervous and shaken female. One was literally shaking as the air conditioning chilled her wet school outfit considerably. She had been told to go change when she was found by the duo, but having seen the pinkette's rage at what had happened, she had immediately followed after her as she stormed off in search of the perpetrators. The other female had her shoulders tense also, strained from her own urge to punch someone, but she was trying to be reasonable and responsible.

"Sakura." Ino began, a frown in place on her mouth. She didn't like what happened to the shy and cute girl next to her either, but they didn't need the pinkette going around busting skulls. "Think about what you're doing. You'll probably be expelled if you get into a fight."

"I won't fight." the pink haired girl replied almost too calmly, "I just wanna talk."

Yeah right. The blonde could see right through the girl walking in front of her, her blonde eyebrows furrowed in disapprovement. If she couldn't talk any sense into her, then there was nothing she could do. She could try to restrain her if she were set on attacking the guys that had assaulted Hinata, but Ino wasn't sure how well that would work out. The girl in front of her could be a monster if she wanted to be.

Hinata fiddled with her hands in front of her with a worried and pleading frown on her lips. She had become a target for some of the kids with her introverted personality and she knew that they did it because she wouldn't retaliate against them. She was upset at what they did, but she didn't a want a fight to happen. "Please, Sakura-san, calm down. It wasn't that bad."

"Hinata, you're soaked from head to toe. How can you say that 'it wasn't that bad'?" Sakura replied firmly and left no room for argument, even if she had asked a question.

The Hyuuga frowned further and let out a small noise, obviously not comfortable with the situation. She really should have changed into something dry and warm, even if it was mid-Summer. She was glad that her hair was short and barely passed her chin, otherwise it would have been clinging to her neck uncomfortably.

They were near the classroom and they could hear a group inside of it laughing and talking and the words were clearly audible to the pinkette with her heightened and trained senses. Stopping in front of the door, Sakura let out a calming sigh before sliding the door open. She didn't want to explode right before she approached them after all. Although she tried to keep it light, the female still ended up slamming the door open slightly. It hinted at the bubbling anger she was hiding inside of her, but not quite loud enough to distract the guffawing group of males gathered around a desk in the center of the room.

The girls lined into the room right behind Sakura with Ino sighing in exasperation, her eyes closed in annoyance. Hinata was clinging to the blonde's arm, her brow furrowed and a deep frown on her lips. The ones that were laughing and gathered around the male in the desk were the ones that had sprayed her no less than one hour ago.

"Seriously, man. The look on that girl's face when it happened. Priceless." one laughed, amusement clear in his tone. The others around him joined in while the rest of the students tried to ignore them. Either they didn't care or just didn't want to get into it. Even if this school had policies and high expectations of their students, there were still plenty of bullies.

Sakura narrowed her eyes at the group dangerously and her fists clenched by her sides even harder as she stood in the front of the class. The aisle in front of her led directly to where the group was centered but they didn't notice her. The details of their faces and body structures were lost on her. She couldn't even remember if she had become friends with them or not, but it didn't matter. The only thing that registered in her mind was their mocking of Hinata.

"Oi." she bit out and their attention turned to her before their eyes landed on the quivering female on the blonde's arm.

The laughing started up once again and one male asked, "Is that her? The crybaby?"

"Yeah, man."

The mocking continued with comments on how it looked like she had wet herself and how she had cried. Without even looking back at the girl, Sakura knew that Hinata now had tears in her eyes from the teasing and mocking laughter. It was bad enough that they had done it in the first place and now they were humiliating her in front of their class. With the exception of a few, everyone was there waiting for their teacher to arrive to get their first class underway.

It pissed Sakura off even more and her teeth gritted so hard, they were on the verge of breaking. If she had been there when it happened, they would all have been leaving the school on stretchers on their trip to the hospital. Luckily for them, that hadn't been the case. Her and Ino had shown up after the incident while searching for her. They had found her sobbing by the tool shed next to the soccer field, where it had happened. After telling them what happened and who had done it, Sakura had immediately stormed off with them following after her. They had tried to talk her out of doing anything, knowing full well that she wasn't eager to get to their class to learn, but it had been to no avail.

Their presence was fully aware by every student in the classroom and so was her rage, except by the five students that it was directed toward. Ino's anger toward them was visible also, but it didn't capture the attention of everyone like Sakura's had. Her eyes were narrowed dangerously, practically throwing daggers at the males.

Her reaction had especially caught the attention of one particular student, but she was unaware of this and the curiosity and interest dancing lightly in his golden eyes. A smile was beginning to tug at the corner of his lip at the rising tension, patiently waiting to see what would happen.

"Look at her. She's fucking crying." the one in the chair stated before letting out a chuckle, which was joined by more laughter.

Sakura had just about enough! Her restraint was so close to snapping and while releasing a soft growl that had been heard by only a few of them, she marched forward. "You bastards! You think this is funny?!"

The laughter immediately died down with her outburst and not even aware of the danger that they were in, one smugly said, "Well yeah, that's why we're laughing."

Her nails were threatening to break the skin in her palms as she continued to squeeze her fists down by her sides. The pinkette was livid and while continuing to approach them slowly, like a lion approaching it's prey, she replied darkly, "I'll give you something to laugh at," It was then that Ino had sensed the depth of their situation and how much shit those guys were about be in. The blonde pressed forward toward her best friend and rival, determined to get her to stop before she destroyed the classroom.

Sakura lifted up her fist to her waist, prepared to send it crashing into the smug and ugly face of the one sitting in the chair. "when I shove that snout of yours into your skull." she added on to her statement.

She was no more than a few feet away from them when her progress was stopped abruptly by a pair of arms wrapped under her own. The pinkette was pulled back slightly as her arms were spread out to her sides. Immediately struggling against the person holding her back behind her, Sakura grinded her teeth and wriggled around, trying to break free. She could have if she really wanted to, but the pinkette didn't want to hurt the blonde.

"Calm down, Sakura." Ino grunted, one eye closed and the other squinting in concentration and determination. She was struggling herself just to hold the girl back from beating the shit out of the guys. "They're not worth it." she tried to reason with her once again, but she knew that it wouldn't have any effect. She could only hope that Sasuke and Naruto got there in time. They were the only two that would be able to restrain her completely, and that was only if both of them were there.

"I don't give a damn! Nobody hurts one of my friends and gets away with it!" Sakura was still glaring daggers at the, now amused, males. She wanted to rip their faces off and shove them up another's ass. She normally wouldn't consider herself sadistic, but she was fucking pissed at their behavior and attitudes. She was so close to punching their lights out and they were smirking at her.

The next moment, the bastard that was previously sitting in his seat got up and made his way calmly to her. Sakura had her eyes narrowed at him and she was showing some of her teeth in a silent snarl. His condescending smirk was the only thing that registered in her mind about his features and if she were any less sane, she would have bitten it off. Although, if she had the mental capacity at that moment to actually look over them, she would find them all unattractive. All had jaws in awkward shapes, small eyes, and weird shaped noses that were either too small or too large. With short hair ranging from their ears to their skulls, they all had a face only a mother could love. She would have commented on their appearances to insult them, but she was too enraged to notice.

The male stood in front of her, his hands in his pockets and he was a full, three heads taller than her, towering over her. He was no doubt one of the tallest students in the school. If she had been shy and easily intimidated, she would have backed off instantly from the height difference. This was Sakura, however. She had nerves of steel and the balls to back it up. Her glare was even with his own amused expression. The guy had to have been dumber than a cockroach if he didn't find the malice the girl was giving off to be intimidating and he obviously didn't since he pushed forward.

Leaning down slightly to meet her gaze better, he continued to smirk. "Well, aren't you just a noble, little brat?"

The comment had another growl escaping her and she struggled even harder against the blonde, causing her to grunt in response. Another male went up to her to stand beside his tall friend, this one being only a few inches taller than Sakura, who herself stood proudly at 4'11. "What are you gonna do to us anyway?" His voice sounded clammy, reminding Sakura of a pig. If it were any other situation, the pinkette might have found it comical. "You're just a little girl. You gonna slap us and pull our hair?"

Another wave of laughter hit the group and it was joined by some chuckling from some other students, although this time, it was directed at her. Sakura was glad that they were laughing at her now instead of Hinata, but it still pissed her off even further. She was about to just shove Ino off of her and say to hell with it. She was gonna destroy this room along with their stupid and ugly mugs. Consequences be damned.

The tall one then added smugly, "You'd better go back home and play with your dolls, sweetheart." and that was it. Something inside of Sakura snapped and with a force Ino hadn't been expecting, Sakura tore herself from her confining arms.

The pinkette leaned down toward the ground slightly after having pulled her way out of the blonde's grasp, but she didn't stay crouched down for more than a split second before she was pushing her weight upward. Her arm shot out above her and the male's jaw made a loud cracking noise when her fist collided with it.

The laughter had immediately died down to silence and many in the room stared on in shock as the tall male's head was turned to the side from the force. Not only had his head been involuntarily turned to the side, numerous of his teeth had been knocked out, blood following their path. Losing balance, his body collapsed to the side, colliding with desks and shoving them to the side in his path downward to the ground.

Not wasting a single second of her time or her rage, Sakura moved to the next one in front of her. With a speed that many weren't used to ever seeing, but was still considered slow by her standards, she put her hands on the shoulders of the male. Steadying him, she brought up her knee sharply into his stomach and with enough force that had him toppling forward. A loud grunt escaped his mouth and his lungs had cease to function, having the breath knocked out of him.

Pulling back her hands and knee, the pinkette stepped to the side slightly and put her palm over her forearm. Lifting up her arm, she brought it back down in a swift motion before hitting the back of the male's neck with her elbow, him letting out a strangled grunt as a response. It wasn't hard enough to cause serious damage, but it knocked him out and his body fell limply to the ground, saliva having flown out of his mouth and dangled from his lips and chin.

It wasn't nearly enough for her to quench her anger or her bloodlust. Her jade eyes still dark, they settled on the next one, his pudgy body trembling with fear. He was behind a desk, but that didn't stop the pinkette as she quickly jumped over the object in her path. Putting her hands on his shoulders and colliding with him, they fell to the ground and she straddled his stomach. Everyone continued to watch as her fists collided with the male's face repeatedly. To onlookers, it appeared that she had lost her mind and was determined to beat him to a bloody pulp. However, to the blonde that was walking away to stand beside a shocked Hinata, she knew that Sakura was showing restraint, but still. . .

Ino had her head lowered slightly, her blue eyes closed, and a hand to her forehead as she shook her head and let out a sigh. There was nothing she could do now, but hope that those two showed up soon. Otherwise, this room might become a crime scene. Blow after blow after blow landed on the male's face and there was nothing he could have done to retaliate. Thinking that the pinkette was distracted enough and that her guard was lowered, the fourth one aimed a punch toward her.

Jade eyes narrowed over to the side and her fists stopped as she inwardly criticized the amateur form of the punch being thrown her way. Leaning back, she easily dodged the fist and wanted to scoff at the look of shock on the boy's face that she had done so. He was close enough in her arm's reach that she could hit him and that's exactly what she did. She shot her arm upward and connected the heel of her palm with his jaw, sending his head back with enough force that it caused him to fall back.

Glancing back down at the one underneath her, she figured that she had done enough damage to his swollen and bleeding face. Standing up, her eyes settled on the sole male in front of her and he visibly flinched away from her, clearly afraid of her now that he knew what she was capable of. She was so focused on beating his ass that she missed the two figures entering the classroom. Ino's plea to stop her was lost on the pinkette as she strutted toward the final asshole that asked for a beating.

She was close to fulfilling her goal when a set of arms wrapped around under her own and pulled them back, while another pair wrapped tightly around her waist. Both of them pulled her back with strong grips, neither of them willing to let go, but that didn't stop her from struggling in their grasps.

"Let me go, damn it!" she yelled in outrage from having been stopped. "I'm not done yet!"

"You've caused enough damage." Sasuke said next to her ear, a disapproving scowl on his face. He wasn't too shocked to find four unconscious boys on the ground, but he had still been surprised. Even without having to look up at her, he had known who had done it. Who else would go berserk inside of a classroom like this other than Sakura? She was worse than Naruto when it came to disregarding rules and fighting. The pinkette could be disciplined and responsible, just not when those two aspects were thrown together. Once she started fighting, seriously or not, there was bound to be hell to pay for someone who didn't know what to watch out for, no matter where she was.

"I'm not satisfied yet." Sakura stated, her eyes still narrowed on the male as he continued to stare on in shock, fear keeping him completely still. Her arms were waving haphazardly around her and she moved her waist around in an attempt to be free from these two. "These bastards messed with Hinata, made her cry, and laughed about it."

The blue eyed male that had been holding her waist stilled in surprise at the female's words. "They what?" he muttered out before his grasp on the girl disappeared completely. Sakura stilled and she blinked calmly as they watched Naruto approach the last remaining guy. The dumbstruck male didn't even have time to back away before a fist collided with his cheek. His body spun around from the force before he landed on the ground on his side.

Just like he didn't have time to run away, Naruto didn't have time to prepare himself before Sakura pulled herself out of Sasuke's arms. A punch that he hadn't expected connected with his cheek and he was the next one to land on the floor. The only difference between him and the other guy was that he was used to getting punched in the face, even more so by the girl that had just done so.

Having landed on his side, the blonde rolled over and sat up while putting his hand to his cheek, a pout on his lips. He was met with the scowl of the slightly older female, clearly not happy with him. "What was that for?"

Leaning forward, she held out her arms to the sides and behind her slightly in a childish manner. "I wanted to be the one to knock him out." It was a simple reason and one that brought amusement to the dark haired male behind her, though he would never admit it. The evidence was present however, from the upward tilt of the corner of his mouth. It had brought forth amusement to another male in the room, but they weren't aware of him just quite yet.

Naruto proceeded to get up off of the floor and felt Sakura's frown on him as he moved his way to the front of the class, where Ino and Hinata had been watching the entire thing. The whole way, he rubbed his sore cheek and grumbled about 'crazy woman'. Stopping beside the Hyuuga, he lowered his hand down to his side and his expression softened, an emotion resembling affection flooding his blue eyes.

"Are you alright?" he asked, glancing over her wet attire, which caused a deep frown to adorn his lips. He wished he could have made it to the classroom earlier. He would have gotten more than just one punch in. It was obvious to him what had happened and he regretted not being able to help her sooner.

A strong blush covered Hinata's cheeks from his soft gaze and with her hands held together in front of her chest, she nodded. "H-hai." Her clear eyes then turned to the unconscious males that littered the ground around Sakura's feet. A frown grazed her mouth, feeling guilty about what had happened. "But what about them?"

"Oh, they'll be fine." Naruto replied while smiling. "Sakura-chan's mean, but she wouldn't kill anyone."

Sakura, who's expression had died down to a calm gaze, returned to a scowl, unimpressed by the boy's comment. Naruto had known she would react to his statement and had looked over at her expectantly and he was not disappointed. "I don't like the way you put that." she stated and earned a laugh from him in return.

He had said it in a teasing manner, both knowing full well that she had killed before in their past as shinobi, but also knowing that Hinata had no idea about that fact. The next moment, the already opened door had another person stepping into it. His dark eyes landed on the disoriented desk alignments and the unconscious students. His expression had changed to utter shock before his gaze landed on the only students that were standing up.

"What happened here?" he practically bellowed. He wanted answers and he wanted them now. If he hadn't been so shocked, he would have been pissed. Well, the teacher wanted answers, so they would give him them. Four sets of hands pointed their index fingers straight toward the pinkette. Even Sasuke had moved toward the front of the class near the others after the teacher had come in. All of them were accusing her of the damage done, even though one of them hadn't even been knocked out by her. The pinkette was taken aback by all of them and she had leaned back slightly, her hands held up by her sides. Her wide expression showed how shocked she was.

The hands were lowered and the teacher set accusing eyes on her, narrowed disapprovingly. His attention was captured the next moment by Naruto, however. "It was so horrible, sensei." the blonde sulked, his blue eyes wide with fresh, and fake, tears. His hand was cupping his abused cheek and he feigned pain and betrayal. "She just went on a rampage." he whined, "Her hair was standing up in all directions and she grew muscles in unattractive places."

Sakura had her brow furrowed and her mouth gaped open. She couldn't believe the shit she was hearing and Ino had turned her back toward the teacher, her hand covering her mouth and her eyes clenched shut as she tried to stifle her snickers. Hinata had also covered her mouth, worried that she would smile and give her crush away. Sasuke, however, didn't even try to hide his amusement as a small smirk pulled at his lips, a dark eyebrow arched.

"She attacked my poor cheek." Naruto continued in feigned innocence. "I think it's a mixture of the steroids and her pmsing."

If she hadn't been shocked before, she was now and she lifted up her hands more beside her as his words continued to settle into her mind. "Rampage?" she repeated and finally, she completely caught on to what he was accusing her of. Throwing her fists down to her sides while leaning over in a fit, she scowled once again. "I don't take steroids!"

The whiskered boy turned his gaze to her and frowned while lowering his arm down. "Could have fooled me with the way you punch like a gorilla." he replied calmly, almost too seriously.

The pinkette raised her arm and pointed her index finger at him, frowning with her brow furrowed. "Maybe its just because your dickless self can't handle any pain."

The shock was evident on his face and he turned his body away slightly while lifting a hand up in front of him, taken aback by her proclamation. "Dickless?" he repeated and the soft snickers and chuckles could be heard throughout the room. Beside him, Hinata had a deep blush on her cheeks with her hands on her cheeks, embarrassment written on her face. Noticing the dark crimson color out of the corner of his eye, Naruto turned toward her. Waving his hands in front of him in a rush to dismiss the accusation, he smiled sheepishly. "Don't listen to her, Hinata."

Sakura, having already lowered her arm, frowned at the duo. Hinata continued to blush and nod as Naruto told her that what the pinkette had said wasn't true, but Sakura barely paid attention. Turning her head, her jade eyes calmly landed on the frowning teacher. "I go to the principle, right?"

"That's right." he replied firmly, "You better have a good explanation for this."

"Hai, hai." Sakura said while walking forward, folding her arms casually behind her head. All eyes were on her as she moved and she didn't care in the slightest. All of her previous anger had disappeared and in it's place, the need for a nice nap was born. She hadn't gotten much sleep the night before so she had already been cranky when she arrived to school that morning, which had been less than two hours ago. Right after, they had each gone their separate ways. Hinata had separated from Naruto and Sasuke while Ino and Sakura had went to the cafeteria. The boys had told them that they didn't know where she went so the two girls had set out to find her. It was one unpleasant experience after another.

Reaching the front of the class, Sakura wasn't surprised to find Naruto sticking his tongue out at her. It was meant to tease her and she knew that all too well. Passing by the blonde slowly, the pinkette retaliated by sticking her own tongue out at him, along with pulling down the lower eyelid of one eye with her middle finger, flipping him off in the process. She moved ahead slowly, the duo keeping up their antics for a few moments, before a firm hand collided with Sakura's back and pushed her forward. "Hurry it up." Ino frowned, doing her best to hide a smile and chuckle.

Stumbling a bit before righting herself, Sakura frowned ahead of her. "I'm going." she grumbled before making her way out of the open doorway. The teacher eyed her with his brow furrowed as she passed him and then his gaze turned to one of his other students.

"Akabane." he said, the boy's attention already on him while a soft smile adorned his lips. "Will you go make sure that she gets to where she's supposed to?"

Karma was calm, but underneath that façade, the truth remained that his blood was softly boiling. He had watched the entire thing, just like everybody else had, but he doubted that it had as big of an effect on anyone else as it had on him. The girl sat directly in front of him during class. He hadn't paid her much attention before then, but she had seemed to be friendly and sweet before. It came off as a complete surprise to him that she had looked so damn. . . well scary.

"Yeah, sure." the redhead replied while standing up from his seat near the back of the class. He made his way to the front of the room shortly, his posture lazy with his hands in his pockets. Making his way into the hallway, his golden eyes settled on the female walking a good ways ahead of him. Her stride was calm and confident, as was the norm with her, except her arms were folded behind her head once again, indicating her defiant and carefree attitude at the moment.

Karma was still smiling as he watched her. He didn't really care if she made it to the chairman's office or not. Following her was just an excuse to get out of that classroom, although he didn't really need one, seeing as how he usually left whenever he wanted to anyway. His hands trembled inside of the pockets of his school pants before he clenched them, urging them to stop the motions.

The redhead had never seen anyone fight like that before and so freely, aside from himself. To think that there was someone like him in the same class as him, constantly next to him, in fact. It uneased him greatly. Though the thought of exchanging blows with someone like that was exciting, he didn't like the fact that they were in close range of each other each day. He would have to keep an eye on her. Obviously that sweet and charming personality of her's was just a façade to cover up the raging beast inside of her.

Karma's golden eyes followed the pinkette as she turned in the hall and turned into the girls' restroom. Thinking nothing of it, the redhead continued to walk forward before stopping next to the doorway to the restroom. Leaning against the wall, his gaze drifted down to the floor and he began to wait for her to step out.

While inside of the restroom, Sakura turned the water to one of the sinks on warm. Pale hands ran under the water, rinsing off the blood that was gathered there from her punching those boys. Sakura was aware that one of the students had been following her and she didn't much appreciate it. She knew that the teacher had asked him to, but that didn't matter to her. She didn't want to go to the chairman's office right then. He made her skin crawl too much and there was the possibility that she might snap again, which would end her in deeper shit than she was already in.

Sakura just wanted to go home and sleep, but with that kid out there following her, she would be obligated to go to the principle, as he was no doubt making sure that was what she was going to do. If she wanted to get out of there without him following her, she would have to escape. She didn't feel like seeing anybody's face anyway, no matter who he was.

Shutting off the water, she swung her hands down by her sides to knock the water off before her gaze skimmed over the restroom stalls. Sakura eyed the last stall closest to the outside wall. There was usually a small window near the top that connected to the outside. That'd be the only way for her to get out. Going over to the last stall, she pushed the door open and was relieved to see that there was indeed a window. It was only about two feet wide and one foot high and it was close two three yards above the ground, but she could make it.

Without wasting any time, the pinkette jumped up to the window and caught the edge of the wall where it dipped in toward the window with her hands. Holding up her weight easily, she undid the latch that locked it and began to push the window open. A smile formed on her mouth and the former kunoichi began to lift herself up by swinging her legs up and over the edge of the window, followed by her torso. Throwing herself out of the window, she held onto the edge while her body dangled down toward the ground a long way down. At least it was considered a long way down by a normal person, the restroom having been on the second floor and all.

Closing the window softly so it didn't make any noise when it slammed shut, Sakura glanced down to the ground before pushing herself off the side of the building. She dropped down to the ground and landed on her feet effortlessly. Luckily, there was also a bathroom underneath the one upstairs so no one had saw her drop down. The only other windows around belonged to storage rooms and sheds nearby. Turning away from the school, she began her trek back home, not caring that she was ditching school for the day. It seemed that Naruto had had a bad influence on her after all. She used to nag to him about showing up to classes and now here she was, skipping herself.

Meanwhile, still in the hallway, Karma waited for the girl to come out. After a few minutes, he still didn't hear any noise coming from inside the restroom and his eyes were scanning over the doorway to it. What was she doing in there? He heard that girls took a long time in the bathroom, but damn. This was ridiculous. Pushing himself off of the wall, he made his way into the girls' bathroom, not caring that someone could have seen him or that he might be labeled as a pervert. He was going to see what she could be doing that was taking so damn long.

Golden eyes glanced around the bathroom. All the doors to the stalls were open and there was no sight of a pink haired girl. Confused, Karma continued to glance around before he stopped at the last stall. She couldn't have already left. He was standing outside the entire time and not once had she stepped out. Looking up, his eyes landed on the window and he noticed that the latch was up. An idea entered his head and the sheer thought of that happening had his eyes widening slightly and his lips parting in surprise.

She couldn't have. There was no way that she dropped down from the window at this height, but then where the hell did she go? Making his way back outside of the restroom before a girl went in there and screamed bloody murder at him, he was still confused. Stopping outside, he looked ahead of him and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand in thought. His expression was even, but thoughtful. Maybe she had climbed out of the window to escape after all, but if she had wanted to leave that badly, he sure wouldn't have stopped her.

Lowering his hand back into his pocket, an amused smiled formed on his lips. Walking forward and heading back to the class, he had no doubt that the female was absolutely crazy. With that deduction of her personality set in his mind, he couldn't help but think of something else also. 'What an interesting girl.'

~END OF CHAPTER ONE!~

Please review what you think and I would also like an opinion. I had originally wanted Ino to end up with Maehara, but now I'm not so sure. If I continue this on to when they go to high school, then I'd probably want her to be with Asano, the son, naturally.

So I have some thoughts, please choose one. Ino needs love too.

Maehara

Asano

Or Maehara then Asano

Or someone different