*Sakura Narrating*

Sakura's Thoughts

Inner Sakura

Stupid, arrogant, selfish, stuck up, lying, cheating BASTARD!!!!!

Haphazardly stepping over an amp and a few stray wires, chai tea in hand, Sakura couldn't help but smile a bit at the ranting of her inner mind. She had a point though, he was a bastard.

He, as in Uchiha Sasuke. Her boyfriend.

EX-boyfriend!

Yes. Ex-boyfriend.

Let's take a look shall we?

Name? Haruno Sakura.

Basic Info? Female, 17, pink hair.

Education? Junior in Konoha High.

Current Occupation? Lead Singer of the popular-yet-still-unsigned Fallen Angels. Oh and she has a part time job at the Starbucks in Barnes & Noble.

Relationship Status? In a relationship. Single.

Random Fact(s)? She talks to a voice in her head. And the voice responds. Isn't that called insanity?

"Sakura?! Sound check in five!" a voice yelled from backstage.

"Coming!" Sakura yelled back to the girl off stage.

Name? Ten Ten.{no last name as far as this narrator knows}

Basic Info? Female, 18, brown hair.

Education? Senior at Konoha High

Current Occupation? Drummer of Fallen Angels and the girl who offers free samples of perfume to unwilling victims customers at department stores.

Relationship Status? Single.

Random Fact(s)? She has a fetish for sharp objects. Beware.

As Sakura walked back into her 'dressing room'--which looked more like a utility closet then anything- she saw the rest of her merry gang of band mates smiling and laughing with each other.

Che! Yeah right!

What actually happened was more like this:

"HINATA! Have you seen my shoe?! I could have sworn I left it by the couch…" the tall blonde of the group yelled to the shorter black haired girl tuning her guitar, then muttered to herself as she began to take apart the couch, looking for her shoe.

Name? Yamanaka Ino.

Basic Info? Female, 17, blonde hair.

Education? Junior at Konoha High.

Current Occupation? Keyboardist of Fallen Angels and works part time at her parents flower shop.

Random Fact(s): My best friend-turned-enemy-turned-friend-again…. Does that even make sense?

"OWW! Ino! Don't throw the couch cushions at me! I'm tuning over here! Geeze- HEY! You did that on purpose!!!" Hinata shouted at Ino, who had found her shoe, and subsequently chucked it at Hinata's head before snickering at her exclamation of pain.

Name? Hyuga Hinata.

Basic Info: Female, 17, black/indigo hair.

Education? Junior at Konoha High.

Current Occupation? Guitarist for Fallen Angels. She has no part time job because her family is kinda-sorta-filthy-rich…

Sakura grinned at their antics before attempting to get their attention, "Guys! We-"

"Oh it's on Yamanaka." The pale eyed girl muttered as she set her guitar out of harm's way.

"Bring it Hyuga!" Ino yelled back as Hinata lunged at her, the two getting into a mock cat fight.

The pinkette sighed and shook her head. Glancing at the bun headed drummer, hoping for backup, she was sadly disappointed. Ten Ten was walking around the room, looking in every nook and cranny, muttering: "Where the HELL did I put it…"

Did I mention that Ten Ten had a habit of losing her drumsticks? Well she does.

Taking a deep breath, Sakura yelled "GUYS!!!"

All three froze and turned to face the girl. Blowing a strand of pink hair from in front of her eyes she told them;

"We have a sound check in about…"she glanced at the clock "Two minutes and forty seconds".

That got them moving.

Sakura just leaned back and grinned as they all jumped and ran around the room like madwomen, collecting their things.

"I FOUND IT!!!" Ino yelled, and hopped past Sakura as she slipped on her shoe.

"Ten Ten… Your drumsticks are in your hair…" Hinata intoned as she hoisted her guitar over her shoulder before gliding out the doorway. Ten Ten's mouth formed a small O shape as she reached up to her buns and pulled out the sticks.

"GOT 'EM!" she shouted as she ran to catch up with the other two.

Sakura smiled to herself as she took a quick glance at the mirror.

Bright pink hair--natural, thankyouverymuch-- cut just above shoulders and layered with bangs framing emerald green eyes. Nodding once in approval, she spun on her heel and ran to catch up with the others. Seeing them standing on the stage, ready for the sound check, she took a final gulp of tea and threw the cup in a nearby trash can, not missing a single stride.

Dodging the wires on the floor, Sakura skidded to a stop in front of the mic. Nodding to the light crew in the back, she flicked the mic twice before bringing it to her lips.

"Testing! Testing! This is Haruno Sakura testing the microphone!" she spoke jokingly into the mic. Her band mates grinned at her, rolling their eyes.

"WHOO! GO SAKURA!!!" Ino yelled, pumping her fist in the air from behind her keyboard. Sakura laughed and rolled her eyes at her. What are best friends for right?

The spotlight beaming in her eyes, Sakura looked at the banner overhead.

BATTLE OF THE BANDS – is what it read

Yes, Haruno Sakura and her band- okay, maybe not HER band, but you get the point- Fallen Angels are participating in a Battle of the Bands contest.

"Doors open in five!!! Let's get moving people!!!" Jiraya, the owner of Shinobi Records, and the club hosting the contest exclaimed as he climbed on the stage and spoke into a second mic.

Sakura would have never thought this day would come, she was never one for public competitions; but the prize was a record deal, so what the hey? Where's the harm in trying?

"Are all of the bands here?" he questioned a nervous stage hand, who then checked a clipboard.

"Umm… It seems that Bijuu has yet to arrive…"

SLAM!

Hearing the loud metallic bang as the side door was slammed open, Sakura's head—and everyone else's—spun to face the newcomers.

Maybe she should have rethought playing in the Battle of the Bands after all….

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A RANT FROM : SAKURA

*You know that feeling that people describe in all those novels and stuff? When their heart stops when they see their soul mate/lover/everyday hottie? For example, ahem!

When the strong, handsome Rodrigo stepped boldly into the sunlight, Marianne's fragile heart stopped for a few seconds and her face blushed crimson.

…….

Note to self: cross romance novelist off of list of future career choices. Yup, definitely not.

But I digress. About that feeling…

It HURTS!

But I should probably explain, shouldn't I?*

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Four teenagers who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen walked in. After them came a tall silver haired man with hair they defied gravity, a mask pulled up to just under his eyes with an eye patch covering his left one.

Sakura placed the mic back in its stand and watched the newcomers as they walked over to the man with the clipboard.

The boy in front had blonde spiky-to-the-extreme hair and the brightest smile that Sakura had ever seen. Scratch that, it was more of a grin, and a fox-like one at that. Dark, yet faded jeans hung low on his hips and a bright orange shirt poked out from beneath a black jacket.

The second boy looked like he would rather be sleeping then walking into a battle of the bands contest. Spiky brown hair that reminded Sakura of a pineapple stuck out at odd angles as he trudged along behind the hyper blonde. He was wearing a brown shirt and black pants, a pair of sunglasses perched on his nose, hiding drowsy eyes despite the fact that the club is dim.

The third looked slightly older than the rest, being a good inch or so taller. He has a regal air about him, as he gazed about the room with all-knowing pale eyes. He was wearing black pants with a plain white shirt snug on his frame.

The last boy [[if you could call any of them boys] was the cause of her so-called-heart-stopping-yet-highly-painful-moment. Black, baggy pants with chains crisscrossing every now and then covered the lower half of his lithe frame. A dark red band tee – so faded that she couldn't make out the band name – clung tightly to his chest, but was covered by a black hoodie. His hood was up, effectively covering his face and hair from the curious pinkette.

"KAKASHI!!! Where have you been? I haven't seen you in ages!!!" Jiraya yelled joyfully as he waved at the silver-haired man with the mask. "Come!" he said, ushering Kakashi to one of the back rooms, "We have much to discuss…".

Sakura could have sworn she heard the words Icha Icha Paradise and perverted giggling coming from behind the closed door.

The man with the clipboard, whose name Sakura did not know, looked around flustered, before signing in the band.

"N-names please?"

Nervous little thing isn't he?

"UZUMAKI NARUTO!!! DATTEBAYO!"

"…" Yawn. THWACK. "Nara Shikamaru..."

"Hyuga Neji" At that name, the three girls heads snapped to Hinata and she just blushed nervously and shrugged. Her confidence disappears when she's around her family.

Turning back to face the small group just off-stage, Sakura glanced back just in time for the last boy to take off his hood.

Blood red, semi-spiky hair hung over bright sea-foam green eyes that stood out against pale skin.

"Sabaku no Gaara..." the low voice muttered, just loud enough for Sakura to hear. His head turned in her direction.

Emeralds met oceans.

Thump-thump-thump……..

Cue painful-heart-stopping-moment.

He looked away.

…..THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP!!!!!

What the hell….?!

Sakura blinked rapidly, turning away and trying to get her bearings. A crimson blush spread across her face like wild fire.

WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!

Finally reeling in her blush, she turned to face her band mates, who were looking at her, eyebrows raised. Rolling her eyes and shrugging softly, she walked towards the front of the stage, her friends following her to scope out the competition.

"Ahahaha!" a loud bout of laughter interrupts the girls' observations as the two men return from the back room. Noticing them standing at the edge of the stage, Jiraya's face breaks into an even bigger grin.

"Fallen Angels! How are my favorite girls doing?" he hollered as they hopped down from the stage.

Now, everyone knows Jiraya as the infamous pervert, but Sakura grew up knowing him and he didn't flirt with her OR her friends (or face the wrath of Tsunade!!!)

"'Ello!" Sakura responded, grinning, all thoughts of the red-head gone for a moment, she turned to face the newcomers, "I'm Sakura, this is Ten Ten, Hinata and Ino-pig" she introduced in turn.

"Grrr…. Forehead-girl!!!" Ino yelled, mock-angrily, glomping a laughing Sakura from behind.

"Angels, this is Bijuu! You guys are going to compete against each other, so you might as well get to know each other!"

….

Silence greeted his words as neither band made a move to speak first.

"Um… How should we do this…? AHA! Gaara, Sakura, come here!" he said, motioning for them to step forward. They both did, cautious as to what they were doing.

"Sakura, this is Gaara. Gaara, this is Sakura."

Silence.

"Well? Shake hands or something!"

Gaara let out a scoff and turned away from her.

Motioning at his band, he introduced them.

"Naruto," a wave and a bright grin.

"Shikamaru," a yawn and a slight wave.

"Neji." A curt, emotionless nod.

"Nice to meet you guys," Ten Ten said, saving Sakura from another awkward silence.

"Yeah! Same here!!!" yelled Naruto.

"C'mon guys, we have some forms to sign," their manager, Kakashi, said as he led them away.

Wait…

"THEY HAVE A MANAGER?!"

Ino's shriek spoke all of their thoughts. Wasn't this an unsigned band contest? Well you don't really need a manager to be unsigned… But still!

Hinata stepped forward and raised her hand.

"I say that we get a manager."

Ten Ten raised her hand too, "I second that, their gonna be tough competition…"

"HELL YES!" Ino yelled, pumping her fist in the air.

All three looked at Sakura, who was deep in thought. The pinkette slowly started to smile as she raised her hand.

"I think I know who we can get…"

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"Are you sure about this Sakura… This place looks kinda sketchy…" Ten Ten muttered as they stood on a rickety porch near the west side of town. Glancing around, she saw that the street was empty, and it gave her an eerie feeling.

"Yeah, I used to come here all the time when I was a kid," Sakura said, turning back from the door she was knocking on to flash them a grin, before returning her pounding on the door.

"Anko! ANKO! I know you're in there! Open the door!!!"

No answer.

"Maybe we should just go Sakura, we can always ask someone els-" Hinata started.

"ANKO GET OFF YOUR LAZY ASS AND OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR!!!" Sakura shouted as she banged on the door furiously.

Her friends sweatdropped at her behavior, but they were used to it by then.

"Ughh! You're going to make me do this the hard way aren't you?" Sakura huffed.

Recieving no answer, she sighed and reached down to the flowerpot resting by the door,-

"Sakura, what are you planning to do with that-"

- picked up the key that was underneath it and unlocked the door.

….

"THERE WAS A KEY THERE THE WHOLE TIME?!" – Ino.

"SAKURA WE WERE BANGING ON THE DOOR FOR HALF AN HOUR!" – Ten Ten.

"You've got to be kidding me…" – Hinata.

"Ehehe… Opps? Besides, it's more fun this way." Sakura explained as they crossed the threshold into the small-yet-cozy house where Mitarashi Anko resided. She marched purposely to the back room where a figure was buried under a mountain of blankets and stood next to where the figure's ear would likely be.

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"AAAAAAANKO!!!!" she yelled.

The bundle let out a high pitched scream as they sat bolt upright, sending blankets everywhere.

A ruffled mess of dark purple hair hung over her face, which she promptly blew away to glare at Sakura.

"What the hell Sakura!?"

Said girl grinned a bit impishly.

"You wanna be our manager?

DONE! MBB will be coming out soon, followed by ASC!!!!! STAY TUNED

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