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Sup? This story, long after it reached 5 votes on my poll, has been tugging at my brain for nearly a week now... I... don't have a plot for this story yet, yes I know, lame, but... Hopefully, I'll come up with a story line eventually.

Well, hope you enjoy. Please review :)

Koe wo kikasete
Aruitekita michi wa bokutachi ni totte kitto
Taisetsu na STEP sa sono mirai e no

Let me hear your voice
The path that we've walked; we definitely took
An important step towards the future

The last lines were sang in harmony as the melody behind dwindled on the last note of the song, slowly coming to an end. The boy donning a casual black t-shirt and black skinnies smiled into the microphone, sweat sliding down his pale face. His dark chocolate orbs glowed beneath the blazing headlights. He opened his mouth to speak, but the blond beside him beat him to it.

"Thank you, Iwagakure, un!" he yelled into the mic, causing a loud chant to erupt from the crowd. "That was our new hit song, 'Let Me Hear Your Voice'. And that will wrap up our Red Dawn tour." The blond looked to his left, catching the silver white gaze of their bassist. His t-shirt was now sticking to his sweaty chest as he played a quick solo on his seamless black electric guitar. His dark navy hair, let loose across his back, showed hints of black which must of came off from the lights overhead. His 5'6" figure stood calmly on the side of the stage.

Loud hollers of 'I-ZAN-A-GI' were heard from throughout the stadium. The main guitarist sighed briskly, but inaudibly, as his fingers plunged into another quick, ten second play. Sweat trailed down the side of his face while he flashed a gentle smirk at the audience.

The blond's gaze shifted from 'Izanagi' to the black haired male standing next to him. His midnight-colored guitar gleamed brilliantly under the stadium lights. His usual red hair was dyed a midnight black. From the audience's position, his 5'3" figure was shorter than the other two band members, but it stood out nevertheless. His lips upturned to a slight smile, that or a very sexy smirk, under the flashing lights.

An outbreak of shouts yelling 'SA-TO-SHI' lifted from the crowd. 'Satoshi' strummed a swift solo, making the crowd yell even louder.

Disappearing from Satoshi's side, the blond appeared back at his drum set, playing a fast, yet upbeat, drum solo. Uproarious screams of 'DEI' became louder and louder. The 5'4" figure grinned cockily, hitting up another upbeat play. "That concludes our Red Dawn tour, yeah!"

Loud cheers exploded. Screams cried out. The fans below began to chant in a slow, steady pace.

SHAR-IN-GAN! SHAR-IN-GAN! SHAR-IN-GAN!

Being famous truly was rewarding.

The New Girl

Chapter One
Prologue

"That was one hell of a tour, yeah?" mumbled the blond situated on top of his bed. He sighed tiredly, relieving his eyes of the green contact lenses, his original eye color returning to a deep shade of a rich blue. "Mmere mmph mm mmphing mmph..?" he asked, his voice greatly distorted by the pillow in his face.

"It's called speaking up, brat," a voice said from the back of the bus. A boy wearing only a pair of black shorts slammed open the door at the back, a dripping towel around his neck, as he rubbed one hand through his flaming red hair. He walked towards the bed opposite of Deidara's and sat down. "Now, would you care you repeat that?"

Deidara turned his head, glaring at the red head. "I said, 'Where are we going next', clueless."

"You little brat..." Sasori glared at the blond, his pair of brown eyes colliding with the dark blue. For a second, they were both engaged in a stare down, Sasori taking the lead. "If you weren't brain dead, you might have heard that we're going to Konohagakure!"

"Well maybe if you-"

"..What's with all the commotion? You both do know it's 2 in the morning, right?" mumbled the person on the bunk above Sasori. His face was slammed into the pillow, his raven locks spread out over his back. The main bassist looked over at Sasori and Deidara, his obsidian gaze locking with theirs.

Deidara was the was one who spoke first. "So... Why are we going to Konohagakure, Itachi?"

"If you were listening, Deidara, Pein said something about finishing our last year of high school before going on the international tour," the Uchiha replied monotonously. "Fortunately, the other members of Akatsuki will be joining us. All except for Pein and Konan that is."

"Ah..." the blond drawled out, the information starting to sink in. "We haven't gotten to see the original Akatsuki much since our band formed, un." Itachi nodded in agreement.

"While on the subject of our band," Sasori started slowly, "Pain said we'll be needing a new vocalist."

Deidara's eye twitched. "And you're saying I'm brain dead, hmm? Do you remember what happen last time?"

"Brat, you didn't even give her an hour."

"Did you even consult Pein about her, Sasori?" Deidara asked. "I mean, seriously, this girl, Ai."

"Aimi." Deidara ignored his comment.

"Whatever. Did you even look at her papers, hmm?" he demanded. "Honestly, that girl, Airi-"

"Aimi."

"-doesn't even know the difference between lingerie and work clothing. She started looking like a disoriented bird."

"You love birds."

"If they're made out of clay, yeah!" Deidara responded exasperatedly. "So, since that vocalist was fired... we will be needing a new one... Pretty Boy, you're next on the list to find a new vocalist."

"Hn..."

DAYS LATER...

Sighing grimly, Itachi stepped on the gas petal, driving a bit over the speed limit on the tiny road. Damn it, Deidara. I had better things to do then go search for another vocalist. The Uchiha looked out the window of his convertible, watching as the scenery flew by. His hand turned the steering wheel effortlessly, slowing down a little and then speeding up again. The prodigy exhaled sharply. This was pathetic. He could of just gotten Sasuke to do it. Heck, Sasuke would be delighted to do it.

Suddenly, a loud tone was heard throughout the car.

Koe wo kikasete

Let me hear your voice

Itachi creased his eyebrows in confusion, flipping open his phone. "..Hn?"

"Uchiha, get your freaking ass over here, yeah! You're fucking late for practice!"

"Hn." The Uchiha snapped his phone close, his eyes going back to the road. Damn that idiot. Itachi tapped his foot on the petal, shooting the car off the road. That bastard's going to be the one finding the vocal-

Immediately, his foot stomped down on the brakes, abruptly, and dangerously, stopping the car. Oh... Shit.

"Kami... Why did this have to happen now of all times..?"

The last thing he saw as he stopped were navy blue locks of hair flying downwards and towards the ground. Slamming open his car door, Itachi rushed out, examining the scene in front of him. On the ground lay a young girl, around the ages of sixteen or seventeen, a hand caressing her head, her raven blue hair cascading carelessly down her back. She was dressed in a black and white sleeveless hoodie and a pair of navy skinny jeans. Her dark grayish-silver eyes shot up, narrowing angrily at the male in front of her. A stream of blood trickled urgently down the side of her cheek, more trailing down on her elbows and arms.

"HELP ME UP, YOU RETARD!" she yelled, infuriated, at the Uchiha, drawing back his attention.

Itachi, snapping out of his thoughts, extended an arm and pulled the girl up. "Are you oka-"

"Oh yes. Just fine and great. No I'm not FUCKING OKAY, YOU ASSHOLE! I just had a nice meeting with the freaking cement when someone decided to drive over the speed limit of a road! HOW DO YOU THINK I AM?" the younger girl snapped through her gritted teeth.

Itachi's eye twitched. No one, NO ONE, addresses the Uchiha heir like that. EVER. Hell, she didn't even know who she was talking to. He was the main bassist in Sharingan, the hottest entertainment out there. She should be worshiping the ground he walked on. Most girls would give anything to even have someone like him look at them. The prodigy jerked the passenger seat door open, gesturing for the girl to climb in. "I'll drive you to the hospital," he said sternly, not losing his calm composure. He reached into one of compartments and pulled of a box of tissues, shoving it to the girl.

She glowered at him, pressing a lump of tissues to her forehead. "I don't need your help. You're just going to end up getting us both killed, dumbass," she hissed through clenched teeth, slamming the door shut. She pressed harder on the clump of tissues.

Itachi opened his mouth speak, but she beat him to it.

"I don't need help from some idiot who couldn't see the freaking bright red stop sign!"

The prodigy exhaled a deep breath, glaring at her, frustrated. "Look, girl. You did damage to my car, and I expect you to pay the charges-"

"Excuse me?" fumed the raven haired female, stomping heatedly on the pavement. "You hit me with your car, you bastard!"

"Yes, and you damaged it."

"So what you're saying is, you're going to sue me for something you did? YOU HIT ME WITH YOU CAR WHEN YOU DIDN'T STOP AT THE SIGN, YOU JERK! THERE WAS OBVIOUSLY A STOP SIGN THERE!" she seethed through her teeth.

"Look, you dented my car. I expect you to pay for the damages." It had then started raining. Hard. The dripping water soaked them both, though none of it had successfully calmed the girl's raging anger.

The younger girl lost her temper. And damned be the consequences. The girl did something she had wanted to do from the moment she saw the owner of the car that rammed into her. Cocking her hand back, she swung it with all the strength she had left. Her open hand slapped hard against Itachi's face; the satisfying smack of wet skin seemed so loud. Her palm hurt from the contact. "My name is Kaminari. I hope to see you in court, you Uchiha jackass."

"ITACHI?" Deidara yelled in surprise, jumping at the sudden appearance of the Uchiha. "YOU'RE FUCKING TWO HOURS LATE, BASTARD!" The Uchiha walked in, completely soaked, with a bright red mark visibly displayed across his face. The blond widened his eyes. "You're gone for two hours, and this is what happens to you? Uchiha, you're supposed to be the sensible one in our group, remember? Well, since when does sensibility leave you like this?" he asked, almost angry at the state Itachi'd come back in.

"Deidara, next time, you're finding the vocalist."

"But-"

"If you value your car, you'll find a vocalist by next week. Understand?"

Deidara's eye twitched. "Since when do you get to boss me arou-"

"Deidara, I've rammed my car into a girl, get outsmarted by a mere sixteen year old, get slapped by her, and stand in the damn rain. I don't think you have even the slightest idea of what I've been through tonight. And all because you couldn't get your lazy, damn ass off the couch to find a vocalist for rehearsal. So unless you can't find a singer for our band next week, your car will be in pieces the next time I see it.UNDERSTAND?" the Uchiha whispered in a deafen tone, causing a toxic tension to spread across the room.

Itachi was going to kill that girl the next time he saw her. Permanently.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Yes, Itachi, Sasori, and Deidara are a part of a band called 'Sharingan', and Pein is their manager. Itachi, on stage, is called Izanagi, Sasori is called Satoshi, and Deidara is called Dei. Please review! Reviewing tells me that people are reading and enjoying my story :)