Bonus one-shot of the beginning.....

Who the heck was this girl? Was she a foreigner? Because he never met her before.

Her hair was a dull shade of black, yet the tip of her head was slightly browned, possibly due to sunlight.

Her eyes should be brown, as far as he could see, the glare from her glasses was blocking.

"Chiori-san?" Haruno's hair wasn't hard to distinguish, and it showed too much personality, unlike Chiori's. "Can you please move, so I can sit next to Sasuke-kun?"

There was some type of sweetness in that girls voice

Chiori eyes Sasuke for a split second. "Him? But I'm all settled here." She gestured to the desk; supplies neatly organized.

"Oh, that's such a cute headband, Chiroi-san!" Was she straining not to blow up or something? "I think it's supposed to shine in the bright, over there!" She pointed to a front desk. Chiori pouted, touching the plastic headband sitting on top of her head.

"Tell you what," Chiori turned to face Sakura completely, crossing her legs and folding her hands in a business-like manner. "Take this desk, tomorrow."

At that moment, the Sensei told Sakura class was about to start, and she had to find a seat. Sasuke saw Chiori suppress a smirk as Sakura huffed, giving away a glare before sitting in the back of the room.

"Hmph." The Bittersweet kind of sweet.

"Short distance running today," Iruka-sensei said. "One mile."

Sasuke didn't really care; he knew he was going to outrun everybody.

"We're running today—I assume you'll make it first?"

Damn straight.

Chiori did her best trying to sound impassive. Pretty good, actually. But he decided to glare in response.

"I—I'm not competition. But my friend, Souen Karin, is pretty fast." Sasuke squinted his eyes in annoyance. "I'm sorry for talking." No sarcasm intended. "But I'd like to—forget it." What was she going to say? "Dude!"

Chiori made goofy grin. Very Dobe like. "Oh wow! Your glare, it's like your trademark or something!" What?

Bi-polar?

Sasuke had been watching Chiori for eight minutes now. She's been putting up a good fight, but she was still slow. She was trudging to stay away from the back of the group. She looked fatigued, but no intention of going down, she picked herself up if she felt like she was about to fall.

"Come on, Komaki!" Sasuke turned, she must've been Souen. Dark, curly hair, dark brown eyes. "Do you want that dammed headband or not?"

Excuse her, dammed?

"I don't know anymore!" Was a strained voice, in response.

"Don't tell me that!" Souen put her hand on her chin in thought. "My Kami, Komaki! Haruno's almost there!"

That little piece of information was true; and it gave Chiori a sudden burst of energy.

"Dammit, Karin!" Bellowed Chiori, speeding past the point of the track. Losing her balance, she clumsily tripped, landing at the edge of Sasuke's feet.

"My bad." Mumbled the now sheepish girl. "M-my glasses! Where are they?" She touched her face with her hand, feeling no plastic material. "Karin! Look around!"

"Shit," Muttered Souen, about three feet from Chiori. "Komaki, they're broken."

Chiori's eyes widened as she heard this. And the fact that cracked tiny pieces of glass and plastic being heard just made it worse. Far worse.

"No, NO, No."

"I'm sorry. I stepped on them."

Chiori instantly pushed herself up from the ground. That was a bored tone. Who said that? Nara Shikamaru.

Chiori, turned her face to the boy. "Oh."

"Is that all?"

"Maybe not…" Her voice sounded so, ghostly. "You're, Shikamaru, right?" Nod. "Shikamaru, you… ass!" She pushed him. She was weak from the run, but Shikamaru allowed himself to falter. "Do you need glasses?" Ranted Chiori. "Well, that makes two of us! How could you—this?"

"Komaki, calm down!" Souen pulled her away from the boy. "The nurse might help."

Chiori, Still refusing, had to let Souen resort to dragging her to the office.

Back in the classroom, everyone was scribbling notes down, while the teacher was half a page ahead of them, using the wide board in the room. The only sounds uttered were graphite and chalk taps.

But everything stopped, as the door creaked open.

"I have a pass," Chiori shut the door in the quietest possible manner.

The Sensei nodded and returned to what everyone else was doing.

Chiori shrugged, tossing her pass to the teacher's desk, and heading to her own.

Sasuke was diverting his onyx eyes back and forth. Board. Paper. Write. But the pulsating wave stopped, as he observed the girl.

She squinted her eyes to the board, was she really that near-sighted? No one else seemed to notice her.

Then she tried looking at Sasuke's notes. But she was keeping a far distance, so it didn't do much help.

To Sasuke, she better stop trying to help herself if it's not getting anywhere. It was annoying. "Here," He sighed, pushing over his notebook with his hand. "I'm almost done. Just hurry up.

Chiori stared at the notes for a questionable moment. "Thanks."

She smiled sincerely. Not out of the fact that he was Uchiha Sasuke, but that he was helping her out.

And his gain, he got a chance to better observe Chiori. Her note-taking was quick, as opposed to her stamina running.

Her glasses were presumably unable for use, so her face was bare, if you didn't count the stray bands perking out of her headband.

Her eyes were definitely a clear dark shade of brown.

"Here," That pushed Sasuke out of his thoughts. Chiori pushed the notes to the center of the desk. "Just write. I can still—"

She must've said 'copy' as she shifted her chair closer to the Uchiha.

That got some—fan—girls to notice.

"Lefty." She added, waving her pencil with her left hand.

Sasuke tried to stare at the board again.

Komaki tried to avoid death glares.

"Am I… red?" Whispered Chiori to Sasuke after many minutes passed them. "my face, I mean."

"No," he responded curtly, for only Chiori to hear. "Why?"

"Weird." She mumbled thoughtfully. "But I feel so, warm."

"You must've taught yourself to hide emotions like now, with out even knowing."

Chiori wrote down a few full definitions before responding. "Did you… teach yourself?"

Sasuke flinched. "Hn."

That was the first time he 'hn'ed at her. She quickly understood, and resumed to scribbling on the margin of her paper.

"Sorry," She said. "It's just—you're the first person I've talked to in a long time about my emotions."

This girl was a puzzle with a missing piece. One minute, she's apologetic, then laughable, pissed, and 'I just don't know.' But her face always shows that she wants someone to talk to. But never asks, she waits until it's safe.

"But, it's for the best! Right?" Chiori smiled, as she left the room once class ended.

Chiori, are you, afraid to show your true emotions?

"Chiori-san, didn't you say that I could sit here yesterday?"

Chiori's stuff was piled up neatly on the desk instead of its spread out pattern.

"You're right." Chiori's tone was not mad nor cheerful, just airy. "My mistake."

Sasuke knew it wasn't a mistake.

Chiori swept all of her things in one arm, letting it lean in-between her ribs and arm. She stood up from her chair, facing the now smug Haruno Sakura. "All yours."

Iruka-sensei called the pink-haired one from his desk. "I just graded your last assignment, would you come here, please?" It must've been 'Grade A' work.

The girl nodded and sauntered away.

Chiori sighed. "Guess this is goodbye." You're just moving your seat. Sasuke thought about how she talked to him today. Her voice was more out than in.

"It was fun talking to you," She continued. "Oh, I wish we could talk like before more often. I wish your voice was embedded in my mind forever." Sasuke was now doubting whether or not she was a girl with a fetish over him or not. Fan girl, or she's just a little crazy today. "But since you don't talk much…" She trailed off glumly.

"Well, later!" She shouldn't exclaim like that, all happy in the next millisecond. "See ya, um…"

She seemed reluctant on how to address the boy.

"Sasuke," He finally spoke.

"Oh," Her face was now genuinely lighting up because the Uchiha allowed him to be called by his first name. "Okay! Bye, Sasuke!"

She set of with one last sincere smile; she had ten dimples.

She brushed shoulders with Haruno's and sat in the first empty seat she saw.

"Hi," She cocked her head to the side, staring at the boy next to him. "Naoki, right?" Sasuke heard her faintly say.

Komaki, she's a crazy girl. But it compelled Sasuke more and more to talk to her, to hear her voice, to never forget it.

Horrible... sue-ish?

I'M SOOOOO SORRY! I SO EPIC FAIL AS A FFIC AUTHOR!