Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Naruto or the song ‘Knock You Out’!! Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto-sama, and ‘Knock You Out’ belongs to Miss Tila Tequila.

Claimer: I OWN this plot, and my HATERED of Miss Ino ‘Bitch’ Yamanaka.

Now, ON WITH THE STORY!!

Temari’s P.O.V.

“No way, Tema! You’re gonna get expelled for this!” Sakura Haruno, my pink-haired, green-eyed best friend, admonished me, as she looked over my application for our schools yearly Talent Show.

I smirked, “All the more fun, then. It’s my senior year, after all, and I wanna end it with a bang!” I chuckled, fully aware that when I laughed my teal eyes would sparkle, and make all the guys in a three mile radius beg me for a date.

Sakura merely sighed, signed her name, and placed it with the other signed applications. Before I left the Student Counsel Room, however, she caught my sleeve, and warned, “If you get expelled now, you’ll never go to college.”

I jerked my arm free, and said, allowing a sneer to twist my lips, “Whatever, Haruno. You’re just mad ‘cause you’re too young to enter.”

I then left, and didn’t look back once, not even to see the hurt expression on my best friend’s face, as I tried to hide the tears that had welled up in my eyes, feeling slightly betrayed, and not wanting Sakura Haruno that I cared, very much in fact, about what she thought of me. Pushing those thoughts to the back of my head, I sauntered out, an arrogant sneer on my face, and my teal eyes like ice, so as to not show any weakness.

I had a bad-ass reputation to keep, Sakura or no.

Three Weeks Later…..

Sakura’s P.O.V.

I can’t believe Temari! I was only trying to help! But, she did look kinda cute, all flustered and angry……..WAIT A MINUTE!! WHERE THE HELL DID THATCOME FROM?! Since WHEN do I think of my BEST FRIEND, PRECTICALLY MY OLDER SISTER, LIKE THAT?! I berated myself, as I helped set up for the talent show.

I shook my head to clear these thoughts, as I tried to concentrate on hanging up the banner. Keyword being tried. My thoughts kept drifting back to how pretty Temari had looked the last time I had seen her, which was the time we had our little mini-fight, her sandy-blond hair plastered to her forehead with sweat, seeing as she had just come from her after school Karate class (she IS a Black Belt, after all), her peach-colored skin slightly flushed, as she felt my hand come into ever-so-slight contact with it, and her usually soft, yet cool and calculating teal eyes fixed solely on me, as she allowed a slightly sickened sneer to twist her full, slightly chapped pink lips.

She had shaken me off, and said something hurtful as she left, but since I had been her friend for so long, I could detect the well-masked betrayal in her eyes, only just shining through the hard coldness they had taken on. I knew she probably felt like I had betrayed her, which, in some ways, I had. I truly felt guilty, watching her leave, but my stupid pride wouldn’t let me call out to her and apologize, and thus further damaging what pieces of our friendship that could have been salvaged.

I sighed, as I looked around. Everything was coming along quite nicely, or as nicely as could be hoped, when the people in charge of getting everything set up are Naruto Uzumaki, Kiba Inuzuka, and Rock Lee. I was pulled out of my turbulent thoughts momentarily, by the shouting indicating another one of Naruto and Kiba’s fights. I shook my head lightly, about to go over to them and forcefully make them stop, but, as I began walking over there, I noticed that my second best friend, Tenten, had everything under control.

The next hour passed in a blur of motion and last-minute setting up, and before I knew it, it was time for the start of the talent show. All the acts passed without incident, and soon Hinata was standing behind me, inquiring as too the location of the pretty sandy-blond senior I had been thinking about all afternoon.

Temari’s P.O.V.

“S-Sakura-chan, w-where i-is T-Temari-san?” Hinata Hyuuga, the lavender-eyed, indigo-haired keyboardist for the band ‘Fallen From Grace’, which consisted of Tenten, Sakura and herself, stuttered, as she peeked out at the packed auditorium from behind the stage curtain.

“I have no idea, Hina, but if she doesn’t get here in two minutes I’ll-“ Sakura, however was cut off, by the aforementioned woman coming up behind her, and snarling, “Or what?! You’ll cancel my act?!”

This shocked Sakura into silence, seeing as she had never been on the receiving end of Temari’s anger before, and she didn’t want to start now.

“That’s what I thought.” I sneered at Sakura. “Hinata,” I began, turning to the shy Hyuuga, “you have my guitar, right?” I asked, holding out my hand, expectantly.

“Oh! Of course.” Hinata exclaimed, as she handed me my black and purple electric guitar.

“Thanks, Hina! Wish me luck!’ I winked at the shy girl, as I parted the curtain, and stepped out onto the stage, where my mic and music stand were waiting for me.

The roar of the crowd was almost defining, as I stepped out onto the stage. I was glad that I had decided to wear my sandy-blond hair down tonight, instead of up in its usual four ponytails. To the audience, it probably looked like a river of dark gold cascading down my back, to stop at my mid back. I had purposely curled a few strands on either side of my face, so it would be framed slightly.

I stepped up to the mic. “I had just recently decided to sing with this song, so get ready to have your minds blown!!” I practically screamed the last part, being that I was used to doing that, seeing as I was the vocalist in mine and my brother’s punk-rock band, ‘Sabaku’.

I knew Ino was sitting in the crowd, due to the fact that her application had been rejected, so I said, before I began the song, “This is dedicated to Ino Yamanaka, the Queen Bitch of the school!” I then began to play, slowly speeding up the notes till I hit an unmatchable speed, and then I began to sing.

“Anytime in the club or the bar
Girls be actin' like they retards
mad cos they menstrate up rock hard
and he aint even on my radar
temari sabaku rock star
doin it in broad gettin head in my car
the badest bitch from queens and crenshaw
where you stuffin your bra

dont need no crew everytime i smash up
look me up and down i pull your tracks out
your song is so shit i lay your ass out
i'm from mason bitch you know what we about
i put it down for my city
get-get-gridy yeah mother fucker that's what's up.
and just because your girl pretty with the big ass titties
dont mean i wont fuck you up

i bet you won’t be lookin' so hot
when i knock you out
and make you say what?

(Then, in the background, Tenten sang in a high-pitched, whiny voice)
oh my god!
Oh my god!
o-o-o-o-o- oh my god

i bet you won’t be lookin' so hot
when i knock you out
and make you say what?

(Tenten sang again, in the same voice)
oh my god!
Oh my god!
o-o-o-o-o- oh my god

somebody said you'd be in the street
i'm exact opposite bitch industries
i'm in my 20s you 43
awwww she's tryna' be just like me
i dont want to fuck you man hell no
i just wanna hit the club with the fam and get low
i make your nose bleed like too much blow
then we jump on stage and make you say HOOOOOOOOOOE

i'ma do what i do
but some of these dudes is bitches too
suckers buyin cars sprung on a coo
cheer that's me temari sabaku
i put it down for my city
and i get-get-gridy yeah mother fucker that's what's up.
and just because your girl pretty with the big ass titties
dont mean i wont fuck you up

i bet you won’t be lookin' so hot
when i knock you out
and make you say what?

(Tenten again)
oh my god!
Oh my god!
o-o-o-o-o- oh my god

i bet you won’t be lookin' so hot
when i knock you out
and make you say what?

(Tenten)
oh my god!
Oh my god!
o-o-o-o-o- oh my god

Pour my drink get down like what?
Down like what?
Down like what?
Down like what?

Pour my drink get down like what?
Down like what?
Down like what?
Down like what?

Pour my drink get down like what?
Down like what?
Down like what?
Down like what?

Pour my drink get down like what?
Down like what?
Down like what?
Down like what?

(Temari screamed this part)
Bitch

Slap on the extra makeup
I'll be on the grind trying get my cake up
It's RJ bras and rocking Marc Jacobs
All day flossing, fucking ya'll face up
You try to photoshop your face up
Ever since you put your myspace up

I break rules, my shit's forbidden
You look like a dude,
This bitch is straight tripping
A-list celeb? Who are you kiddin'?

Everything you trying do, I done did it
You could never run the game cuz I'm in it
This your last five seconds of your fifteen minutes

I put down for my city and I get-get-gridy
Yeah mother fucker that's what's up
And just because you're a girl pretty
With some big ass titties
Don't mean I won't fuck you up

I bet you won't be lookin' so hot

When I knock you out
And make you say what?

(Tenten)
(Oh my God!
Oh my God!
O-o-o-o-o oh my god!)

I bet you won't be lookin' so hot
When I knock you out
And make you say what?

(Tenten)
(Oh my God!)
Oh my God!
O-o-o-o-o oh my god!)”

I ended the song on a sharp, ear splitting cord, and as I let it die out, the roar of the crowd became so loud, and the cheering so great, that I could feel the floor shake.

“Many thanks to Tenten, for helping me find just the right lyrics for this, and for doing that horridly obnoxiously amazing impression of Ino for the ‘Oh My God’ part of the song. Good-night everyone!!” I yelled, as I exited back through the curtain.

Backstage, the hubbub was even worse than when I had arrived, but this time they were chanting my name in congratulation for telling that whore Ino like it was.

And as my brothers and I left the school that night, I could hear the most satisfying thing of all:

Shikamaru breaking up with Ino, by telling her that we had been going out all year.

Yep, my life was perfect, I had two brothers who loved me, a boyfriend who would die for me, and the best friend anyone could ever ask for.

The only thing that could make it even better would be—my thoughts were cut short at the sound of,

BANG!! Shriek. Silence.

“Hey, did someone just get hit by a car?” Kankuro asked, looking at me.

I turned around, to see Ino lying on the street, blood gushing out of her skull, dead.

“Nah, just Ino.” I said, turning back to my brothers.

They just shrugged, and we kept walking.

Now, my life was perfect.

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Ja ne until next time, my lovely readers,

Sincerely,

Temari Sabaku Nara.)