Hi guys! This a little short story idea that kind of popped into my mind, so let's give it a shot. I will still continue "Life happenings" but I've been meaning to write and ItaSaku fanfic AU. It's an alternate universe, the characters are a little out of character, and the age difference between them is about two years, just to clarify some points. Thank you for reading, and please review.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto

The breeze in the early morning sent chills down her spine as she brought her red shiny bike to a stop at the front of the school entrance. She was nervous to say the least, it was her first day as a transferee. The girl sighed, and with a small stomp of determination she entered the open gates. The school was dazzling having four two-story main buildings, all connected with crystal clear window hallways at the second level, and open hallways at the first level.

Her green eyes scanned the school grounds as she walked to her right to the bike stand to lock her bike. It was empty to say the least, she had arrived about an hour early, to get to know her way around somewhat. First of all she searched for the first year building, which she found out was the first building to her left, said buildings built in a clockwise order, creating one of the most beautiful courtyards she had seen, lined with rose bushes and trees.

Continuing her trek behind the school buildings she heard the sound of water splashing and the screech of a getting the best of her she started walking towards the sound, he green vivid green eyes taking in her surroundings, green and colorful, unlike the Suna sand she was used to seeing. The source of the disruptive sound was coming closer to view, as she turned the corner of the gymnasium.

She came in view of a 50-meter long pool, at the lower level of the school backgrounds, behind the gym. The whistle screeched again, to which she walked even closer to fully land her eyes on what was happening.

Swim practice. Her eyes widened in happiness. She had never seen a pool so the sight of the clear water, with laned buoys, and splashing water as the swimmers coursed rapidly the length of the pool, sent small butterflies of excitement down her belly. Unknowingly she pressed her body to the gate surrounding the giant tank of water as she continued watching.

The whistle from the apparent coach, a slender man, with a spiky ponytail and a scar crossing his face horizontally over his nose, screeched again, this time though the swimmers didn't continue their laps, instead they started climbing out of the pool.

The girls throat went dry as she saw the boys in their swimwear glory. But her green eyes focused on one boy, slender but muscular, tall yet not the tallest of them all, ripped abs stretching as his hands pulled the cap and goggles from his face, revealing a small black bun. She could see he chuckled as a taller boy with bluish skin, pushed another blonde boy into the pool.

Friends. She wished she would be able to make some. Not wanting be discovered ogling on her fast day she turned around and went to explore some more before classes started.

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He was startled to say the least when he turned around to grab his towel from his black sports bag, that was neatly placed on the cubbies that line the wall closest to the gymnasium.

Pink hair was flowing back and forth as a small framed girl turned her back and started walking away. He had never seen pink hair at school before. Curiosity getting the best of him, he rapidly dried his skin, wrapping a towel around his hips, and started changing then and there. Just as he was buckling his school pants, a blue-tinted arm landed over his shoulders, "We're running late."

That small sentence, diffused his curiosity about the pink-haired girl for the moment, he hurriedly put his white school shirt on, without closing the buttons. Damned him, he was not arriving late to first period, lest his perfect attendance record be tarnished.

Both boys, sprinted to their classroom, well off on the fourth-year building. His wet black ponytail wetting his shirt, causing it to stick to his back.

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A little more than two weeks had passed and the girl with pink hair hadn't come to see the morning practice. One thing was for sure asserted the long haired boy as he purchased a ramune from the vending machine, she wasn't a fourth-year. He had being inadvertently searching for her as he and his friends walked through the fourth-year's hallways.

His curiosity spiking even more so, since gossip was spreading over school about a pinkette with the most beautiful eyes anyone had seen, well anyone of the male species, since most girls comments where a little more than hostile.

He sighed, as he combed his loosened locks of black hair with his slender calloused fingers.

"Something up?" asked his best friend next to him, as he popped the efervescent refreshment open.

"Hn," he replied.

A heavy hand patted his shoulders, to which he clicked his tongue in disapproval and started walking towards his classroom. A chiming laughter echoing through the windows from the courtyard. A small smile graced his lips enjoying the beautiful sound. Turning slightly to see who it belonged to, a flash of pink and blonde passed his eyes, soon covered by various trees in the courtyard.

While debating whether he should go downstairs to the courtyard, in hopes of finally landing his eyes on the infamous pinkette, or just wait for another more suitable opportunity, he was ambushed by his closest teammates: a hiper blonde, his irritated otouto, a grinning blue skinned boy, and a stoic pale eyed boy. He was a stoic person, to say the least, but he was comfortable around his teammates, so his expressions were usually more relaxed around them.

"We're going to next months, school dance," stated the overly eager blonde, "That's a statement not a question"

Before he could retort since he was in the mood for small bantering, although he usually went along to such events, the school bell chimed.

"Damn," he hissed scurrying along with the burnette and azure headed boys, as the other two crossed the hallways to the other buildings.

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She was stressed, in about week she was being forced by a platinum blonde girl she had befriended, to attend the school dance. She was twirling her pinks locks with her fingers, an oncoming headache was making its appearance so she untied her hair, leaving her hair tie with a plastic sakura petal by her side. She closed her eyes, the sound of the afternoon swim practice splashes resonating behind her.

She was waiting for her new blonde friend, by the bench on the upper level next to the pool. They were going shopping for the damned event. Her uneasiness at attending was well reasoned, she hadn't exactly been welcomed by her female classmates except for the blonde and black-haired girl, so she didn't want to be a weight on the two well-liked girls, but they insisted.

Supposedly the event was a simple school dance, but the location was nothing more the simple, the school board usually rented out a night club, which said night club agreed to refuse handing alcoholic beverages to the students, but clever sneaky students always managed to spike the drinks. According to her new friends EVERYONE attended, so she had to go.

Sighing she furrowed her pink brow, not at all convinced with the notion, but she was young and full of life, so the world be damned, she would attend.

"Forehead," called the platinum blonde, waving to the pinkette.

"Hai, hai," she smiled as she trotted to her new friends.

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He was pulling himself out of the pool, since the coach was making the team practice their diving. Foggy goggles blurred his vision, so before heading to line up for the next dive, he pulled his goggle off, wiping the the lenses clear. Turning his head upward to put the cleansed item on again, he caught a flash of pink in the upper level.

Her hair was falling down her back as she pulled her hairtie. The sight was dazzling, her pink hair cascading down her straight back, it shined with the afternoon sun, but he couldn't make out her face.

Under the pretense that he was going to the bathroom, he grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his shoulders, sprinting towards the ramp that led to the upper level. Once there he turned left to the bench he had seen the pinkette at.

She was gone, no traces left behind except for a hairtie with a sakura petal.

A frustrated sigh escaped his lips. He didn't usually for after girls, vice versa girls went after him, and though he wasn't exactly beamed up by that he didn't refuse them either. He was after all a healthy eighteen-year old boy, he wasn't as cold as he was thought to be. But something about the flowing pink hair, captivated him and he wanted to meet the owner of such mesmerizing hair.

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He was waiting for his friends to get out of the car, before they headed towards the 'Black Crow' bar the school had selected for their dance. Some pros about this anual party was that there were few teachers to chaperone, and the ones that were usually gave the students some space.

So with his black silky hair, free from his usual ponytail, white iron pressed shirt, black fitted jeans, and black sneakers on, he strutted along side his friends to the start of one hell of a night.

"Let's do this!," yelled the blonde jumping on his otouto charging to the doors of the club.

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The courage she had mustered up a few days ago was flying away, and she could literally see it oozing out of her body. The blonde had her buy a stupidly sexy two piece outfit. In the dressing room of the department store, she thought she rocked, but she was confined to a close space with her two friends agreeing with her. Now she didn't think about the outfit the same way, since she was now going to be surrounded by the whole student body.

"Forehead, there's nothing more to do," stated the blonde, "we're already here."

"That's true," stated the black haired girl, getting out of the car.

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breathing, pushing a cleanly shaved leg out of the car. She was wearing her hair down in soft curls, that reached her mid back. Her green eyes lined with black eyeliner, and lush lashes. Pink plump lips, covered in clear gloss, pouted as she could see some boys walking towards the club turn to look her way. She was wearing a black crop top adorned with a thick gold zipper in the middle, matched with a high waist black jeans that hugged her curves, and gold pumps.

Her two friends took either of her hands and started pulling her to the entrance, exited giggles escaping the smiling lips.

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Loud music blasted through the room, different colored lights turning everywhere and anywhere. The feeling was exhilarating, her heart thumped rapidly inside her chest, her confidence coming back. The room was dark enough to somewhat make it hard to recognize somewhat that wasn't at arms length, but not so dark as to make it hard to move around.

About to two hours in the event, everyone was having a good time, laughing and dancing, least to say, a little tipsy from the spiked beverages. The long-haired boy had been dancing away with his friends and some girls that had approached, his hair slightly tangled from the shuffling of bodies all around. A slight sheen of sweat covering his body, making some loose hairs stick to his jaw.

He was hot, in the literal sense of the word. He loosed the buttons from his shirt sleeves, rolling them up his forearm, while continuing his fluid dance moves. He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, releasing the tightness he was feeling. One of the girls was eyeing him, and started to slowly approach him, with the intent of having some closer dance with their hips swaying harmoniously to the beat, but he wasn't really in the mood. So he turned around as she was approaching, he started to tie his hair up in a loose bun with a sakura petaled hairtie. The girl bumped into his back, making him falter in his steps, jabbing his chin on top of someone's head.

Someone's pink head.

At least that's what the lighting made it seem.

"Oww," hissed the girl, pain soaring through her head. Her friends were a little pass the tipsy state to notice she had been jugged on the head. She herself was a little pass the tipsy state to bother with them. Deciding to see who the culprit was, she turned around.

An extremely handsome boy, with little sweat highlighting his cheekbones as the light illuminated his face. A small bun at the top of his head, that certainly only he could pull off. Wait, was that her hairtie? He smirked, causing her throat to dry up. If she remembered correctly he was the boy she saw the first day.

She was as gorgeous as one could be. Her light eyes brightly staring at him, with a tiny flush adorning her cheeks, gave him a boost, but what captivated him were her plump lips parting slightly in awe. Feeling a little more than confident with the alcohol pumping through his veins, he grabbed her right wrist, and turned her back to him, pulling her close to his chest. Much more exhilarating music blasted through the speakers. Daring to put his hand at her waist, he pulled her closer to him.

She didn't know what had exactly happened, but she wasn't exactly opposed to it. He was one hell of a dancer. Their hips were swaying to the rhythm, she could feel his hard abdomen contracting and relaxing at the various movements. Her mind was in cloud nine, she wouldn't usually let a random boy grab her like he did, but he was extremely handsome, and there was something in his charcoal eyes that made any protest dissipate. Gosh, he was sexy, and his hot breath was not helping either.

They continued to dance together for the rest of the event. Much of the student body had caught sight of them, since the long haired boy was as stoic as anyone could be. He was a fourth-year about to graduate the top of his class, with a full ride to college with his top grades and athletic prowess, being the swim team captain and all. Sure he had fun, but modestly and moderately so seeing him so wound up in dancing with a girl, almost everyone had just heard rumors about, was to say the least a weird but spectacular event. They were so in tune, that envious stares from boys and girls were sent their way.

Much to both of the teenagers chagrin the music was turning into a more slow paced tune. But it made it possible to be able to speak without yelling. Just as he turned the girl in his arms around, the lighting of the room rising, his black eyes clashed with the vivid green ones of his dance partner. He had notice that her eyes were a light colored, but he hadn't imagined the bright green he would see. They were extremely captivating.

"Your name is…," he started asking, as the pinkette was swooshed away by a blonde girl.

She had barely heard him, but she wasn't about to answer before she knew his name. As she was being pulled away, she smiled at the boy, waving at him.

So this is supposed to be a short story, I hope you guys like it.

Please please review.