Edit: April 7th, 2016

So as promised, I'm beginning to rewrite the two older stories I have. This one was pretty easy. I just added some more details and changed a few minor things around. For the most part, the plot of this story will stay the same, but I intend to add more chapters. I do recall that someone said that the 'bonding' happened too quickly in this story, so I intent to fix that by adding a few more chapters' worth of story-time.

If you have no idea what I'm talking about, you're probably a first-time reader, not someone who added this to their favorites ages and ages ago. So just ignore that statement and continue to read at your own peril, because this is the only chapter that I have redone as of now.

And now, for the disclaimer (I'm going to keep with my personal theme of disclaiming in different languages):Unë nuk zotërojnë naruto (Albanian)

Konoha was a big city. The biggest in all of the Land of Fire, actually. It was where people made themselves doing whatever they did, so long as you were able to keep at it long enough. People became CEO's and started their own businesses. The younger generation took pride in earning top marks in school; they would be up and on the busses and trains as early as four in the morning, sometimes not returning until close to midnight in order to show that they were exceptional. College students worked steady jobs when they weren't in class and studied during their breaks, munching on whatever they had bought. Musicians had audiences aplenty, and artists' works sold like wildfire. Innovation and determination positively thrived here. Everyone came here for some reason – no matter what you wanted, if you looked hard enough, you would find it in Konoha.

It was a Saturday evening, and six girls were working the late shift in the back of a dress shop, trying to finish a few dresses for a wedding coming up that Wednesday. The bride and her bridesmaids would be coming in the tomorrow, at around five in the afternoon, and hopefully these would be the final alterations needed. The six were scattered around the back room, each taking care of their own mini-projects.

Sakura Haruno, age fourteen and easily recognizable with her bright pink hair held back by a red ribbon, was working on the bride's dress, fixing the detailed beading that had been destroyed when the dress had been put through the wash carelessly. Jade eyes stared intently at the cloth she held in one hand as she determined what was missing. Multiple containers of white and silver beads in different shapes and sizes were glinting on a table to her left, and she had a thin needle in her free hand, carefully adding detail to the final rose she had to repair.

Hinata Hyuuga, age fourteen with her deep indigo hair and signature pale white eyes, was working on the bride's crown and veil, sewing a light lace border all the way around. She too had a thin needle in her hand, but a large bolt stacked high with laces of all shapes, sizes, patterns, and colors sat at her feet. Every few seconds she gave the silver lace she was working with a soft tug, and more unraveled from its ream as she continued to steadily hand stitch the lace to the veil.

Ino Yamanaka, age fourteen, long platinum blonde hair in a long ponytail, was at the sink towards the back of the room, fussing over a stain that one of the bridesmaids had gotten on her dress and complaining about how hard it was to get a grease stain out of satin. She was up to her elbows in suds, the dress in question partially soaked, turning the off-white cream a shade or two darker. One particular area was an ugly brown, and the girl grumbled to herself as she grabbed a container of milky white liquid and poured a little of it over the offending area before scrubbing it gently, watching the grease spot finally lift off.

Tenten, age fifteen with trademark twin buns in her rich chocolate hair, was at a sewing machine, patching a tear that another bridesmaid had gotten in her dress from a cat. She was also grumbling as she huffed and blew her bangs out of her eyes while she lifted the foot of the machine and spun the dress around the needle. A few more stitches, and she pulled the dress off of the machine, snipping the thread and tying a small knot at the base of her last stitch before she turned the garment right-side out and inspected her work.

Temari Suna, age fifteen, her sandy blonde hair in four spiked ponytails, was working on ironing the remaining dresses and bagging them all accordingly. Sighing, she refilled the water level in the iron she was using and used the steamer setting to work out a particular stubborn crease across the bodice. She pulled the dress off of the ironing board and put it on a hanger before snapping a plastic garment bag off of the stack that was hanging on the wall and draped it over the perfected dress to keep it protected for the next few days.

And Miharu Chiba, age fifteen, long dark (so much so that it was almost black) brown hair and a rose tattooed on the back of her neck, was typing furiously at a calculator, trying to come up with a reasonable sum of money for seven dresses that needed multiple alterations done in a week's time. The beads and lace for the bride alone were expensive enough, and off-white satin wasn't cheap either. Ino had mentioned that they were running low on her special concentrated fabric cleaner, so that had to be accounted for. And then there was the time that all of them had put in. Groaning, she put down her pen and dropped the calculator in favor of watching her friends quietly work for a few moments.

All of them had no family left by the age of five, either because they were all dead or no one wanted them. Lucky as they were, they found each other, and began to work in Sakura's late aunt's tailoring shop. Sakura's aunt had passed away a few years ago, almost five years after they had first come in asking to help when they were all around seven and eight. Now, almost seven years later, they were still running the shop, illegal though it was for minors to own and operate a working facility. Sakura's aunt had pulled strings and asked favors during her last months to make sure that the girls kept the place open and taught them everything that she knew about being a seamstress.

Though they worked, they still went to school during the week, splitting up so half of them ran the shop while the other half went to school and switching every day or so, making sure that everyone worked equal time. To deal with tests, they opened later on Saturdays and sometimes spent up to three hours straight completing missed tests and quizzes. All of them always passed; they were by no means dumb or stupid, even though each girl had her own scholarly area of expertise.

All of them graduated at the top of their classes every year, regardless of the fact they were absent half of the year. The principal of the previous grade school they attended even made them valedictorians, complementing them on their straight-A grades while being absent half of the time, and even putting in a word for them to excuse the absences when they were applying for Konoha High, the best high school in the area. They immediately got accepted and were given certain passes that allowed for the Saturday tests, the absences, and even offering to cut the tuition in half for them, and to supply books and anything else they might need for the school year. To the teacher's surprise, though, they declined the school supply offer, having adapted to the method of memorizing almost every word that came out of the teacher's mouth and in turn teaching the other three who were at home for that day. So they had started high school this year, and already they were through the first quarter. Tonight though, they were enjoying the silence and each other's company, listening to the radio in the background while working on their projects.

"OMG! This is my favorite song!" Ino suddenly called out as Beyoncé's song Irreplaceable began to play. Leaving her now clean dress out to air dry just a bit, she blasted the radio full on before grabbing an empty bottle and singing into it perfectly alongside the star's voice.

Tenten laughed and hung her dress over the arm of her chair. "Ino, almost every song known to mankind is your favorite song!" she called to her blond friend before joining her in harmony for the chorus. Miharu and Hinata only chuckled at their friend's antics – until the song switched to Run the World (Girls), also by Beyoncé. Temari and Sakura looked up from their work and locked eyes for a fraction of a second before Temari turned the iron off and Sakura left her dress on her chair, only taking enough care to make sure that her work wasn't ruined and the beads on the table stayed there. They both jumped up and started copying the dance moves from the video in perfect sync. Miharu joined them a second later with a huge grin plastered across her face, and Tenten and Ino dragged a giggling Hinata into the fray. Within seconds, all six girls were perfectly synced with the music, singing and dancing, not noticing the door open and close again and two women walking to the front counter.

The first one, a busty blonde, watched the scene with amusement twinkling in her eye. The other, a short-cropped black haired woman holding a well-dressed pig, surveyed the teens for a second before desperately trying to stifle her laughs. As the song ended, the girls collapsed on the floor or were grasping the tables for support, laughing their heads off. Finally, the blonde woman cleared her throat, drawing all attention to her. Tenten silently reached over and turned the volume down to more reasonable levels as the other girls pulled themselves together for their potential customer. As the blonde spoke, her first words sent fear down the teens' spines.

"Evening ladies. I came here because of some rumors I heard off the street." The girls all shot furtive glances and concerned looks at each other. What had happened? Were they in trouble? The blonde lady continued. "People say that you girls are the best tailors in town, and I first wanted to come here and ask if you could make me a set of clothes for some of my boys." Well, that was a reasonable request. Hinata's eyes widened, recognition dawning in them.

"Y-Your b-boys?" she stuttered. Her friends all turned to look at her. Hinata never stuttered – not unless there was something huge or important going on. Judging from the look on her face, this particular situation classified as a mix of both. The blonde woman nodded.

"Yes. Here are their names and their sizes. We have a press conference coming up in two weeks, and I would like to have these done by then. Can you girls do it? I realize that this is a bit of a short notice…" She trailed off as she handed Sakura a list of six names, with all the measurements on it. Obviously this mysterious woman knew what she was doing at least a little, as all of the measurements needed to make a complete three-piece suit were listed there. Miharu pattered over and peered over her shoulder to look at the list.

"These sizes," the brunette said, calculating each one in her head, "are too small for grown men. They look like teen's sizes. And you said they were going to a press conference?" She looked at the two women in front of her warily.

The shorter brunette woman spoke hesitatingly. "Err… yes… they are teens. They're all roughly fourteen to fifteen year olds."

The blonde woman shrugged nonchalantly. "A currently huge band has to have some publicity to keep them on top," she answered. Sakura, who had not taken her eyes from the paper she held in her hands – she was missing something damnit, what was it? – finally looked up from the list, passing it to Ino, who examined it before continuing to pass it around. Sakura locked gazes with the blonde, her eyes almost as cold as steel. This was too suspicious now.

"You said you needed them in two weeks? Easily done, for us. But that only addresses one topic. When you came in, you said you had two things to ask us. What was the other reason you wanted to see us?" Sakura asked. Her voice took that commanding tone that clearly said that she wasn't afraid to fight if need be.

"Oh, yeah. I was just wondering if you girls would like to come and record a song sometime. Just now, all of you looked pretty good, and sounded awesome. Harmonies were pitched perfectly, and your timing with the dance steps was impeccable. And those certainly weren't easy steps to master. Who did you learn them from?" she asked. Temari's eyes were still narrowed, but she kicked up her chin and answered anyway.

"No one taught us. We broke it apart from the video ourselves." The blonde looked even more impressed, and the brunette behind her looked positively floored.

"Not bad at all for an amateur performance." She nodded, pulled a card out of some hidden pocket somewhere and handed it to Sakura. "If you're interested, give my workplace a call and ask for me, Tsunade, or Shizune here." she said, gesturing to the still-gawking black haired woman. All of the girls stared in disbelief for what felt like a long time. Temari was the first to snap out of her shock.

"O-Of course, Tsunade. Thank you." Said blonde woman just smiled and walked to the door.

"In about a week, I'll send those boys over to see your progress. And if you could, try to make up your minds before our press conference. I'd be killing two birds with one stone if I could debut you alongside that band in one night," she called over her shoulder. The other woman, Shizune, looked at Tsunade for a second before turning back to the girls and offered a rushed apology.

"I'm sorry if she offended you at all. She tends to be very blunt with almost anything." Shizune bowed before hurrying after Tsunade, leaving the six girls staring after them, wild with thought.

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