Full summary: Band, 'Pointless blackout' is forced to relocate and share a rehearsal studio with other students on the 'performing arts' campus. Although well known for his 'reputation' (Tch.)with girls, Sasuke REFUSES to let their new location (Surrounded by hot chicks) to distract him from his music making capabilities. That is, until Haruno sakura came along. "When he suspiciously opened the door to room 10B, glare already in place, he did NOT expect to be subjected to THIS." Pft. So much for not getting distracted. "Let the seduction games begin."

Inspired by the song "I Wanna" by the All american rejects.

Sasuke Uchiha was not amused. Not only would he have to relocate to another rehearsal studio, that was twice as far than the original, it also meant that him and the rest of his band 'Pointless Black out' would have to infiltrate THAT area of their school grounds, the northern part of campus. Don't get him wrong, it wasn't like he was afraid of girls, on the contrary, he was quite the ladies man (*cough –"Man whore!" -cough* came a voice that sounded suspiciously similar to Naruto's, interrupting his inner most thoughts). Tch. He just didn't like the idea of girls interfering with his music. His music was sacred, his outlet, the only way he could release his pent up emotions that he tried so hard to keep hidden.

So, being surrounded by girls in the northern campus while he had to focus on his carrier as a musician? Yeah. Nothankyou.

He would have to develop some sort of ninja skill to avoid all those crazy chicks for the next couple of months while their studio was under construction. Hn. what if their hot crazy chicks? Hot crazy sex with hot crazy chicks. Hn. Argh, fucking no. He was already getting distracted. "Tch. Fucking dobe. " growled Sasuke, as they made their way to what he considered, the beginning of an everlasting pain in his ass.

"Oh come on Teme! Don't be such a drama queen. It wasn't even my fault! Kiba started it!" if looks could kill, everything within a 10 ft. radius would have iced over and dropped dead.

"That's it!" Naruto didn't even have time to react to Sasuke's death glare before he was tackled to the floor by a pissed off Kiba. As music equipment was unceremoniously thrown across the street, the two kept rolling around on the campus sidewalk in a tangle of limbs, throwing punches and shouting obscenities at the top of their lungs.

Sasuke was praying for the strength to abstain from committing double murder and walked on ahead without sparing the two idiots another glance while Shikamaru muttered a "troublesome" under his breath, who then too, kept on walking.

Neji, deciding to put an end to all the attention the two imbeciles were attracting, skillfully hit them both upside the head with the mike stand he'd been lugging around for the past 10 minutes. "No more ramen. No more video games. NO MORE ICECREAM – and I swear to god if either of you say another word I will shove this stand so far up your asses that you'll be gagging. Now pick up your shit."

Kiba swallowed his protests while Naruto opened and closed his mouth like a fish. "MOVE IT!" boomed Neji's voice as he trailed behind Sasuke and Shikamaru.

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What. The. Fuck. No way. Nope. He was not going in there. In front of them, the 'Dancing Arts' building was standing tall. Out of all the studios on North campus, why did it have to be the one that was the most likely infested and crawling with fan girls? Damn Tsunade. That psychotic drunkard was probably rolling around her office floor in hysterics.

As Sasuke brooded about the situation, Naruto and Kiba were on the verge of peeing their pants from excitement. "aww yeah, Baa-chan hooked us UP! Dattebayo! " "Girls in skin tight outfits? Hell yes." Naruto and Kiba high-fived. Neji smirked and shikamaru rolled his eyes at his 'friends' because honestly, he had no idea why he was even friends with these people.

"Oi! Sasuke-teme stop being a vagina" eye-twitch.

"You might wanna look a lil more excited or people might start thinking that you're ga- " Naruto didn't get to finish his sentence as Sasuke slugged him in the stomach before casually striding inside as if it wouldn't lead him to his possible rape/death. Ok, maybe he was a little afraid. Damn it all to hell.

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"When you put your arms around me, I get a feeling that I just cant bear, you give me fever…" the sound of Eva Cassidy's version of 'Fever' was leaking through the door of studio 10B. Sakura figured, that since they still had an hour before actual school started, she'd call Ino, Hinata and Tenten for a quick practice. With the fall showcase a short month away, Sakura was planning on dedicating every extra hour she had in the day to dance rehearsals.

Haruno Sakura was one of the many students in performing arts academy that had gotten accepted by scholarship, but one of the select few that got a complete scholarship and an apprenticeship. In her department, "The Dancing arts" she was the only one with that privilege.

Tsunade didn't take on apprentices. Never has she ever. That is, until Sakura Haruno came along. Sakura was one of the select few that Tsunade has mentally claimed as the best she's ever seen, and she'd seen a lot. Yes, she has come across dancers with better technique, better flexibility, but no one compared to the little pink haired - fire cracker while dancing.

Tsunade saw two things the night she was called to head hunt the young pinkett; She had an undeniable amount of hidden potential, and she just knew, this girl lived for these moments, as if, being unable to dance, would leave her choking on her ever impressive passionate emotions. She could see the frustration, the determination, the hunger in the girls eyes. She let out a barrage of emotion while dancing. You would find yourself figuratively (sometimes literally) attacked by the passion that seemed to come off her person in waves, almost drowning you until you felt what she felt. No matter the style. Even while submerged in a sea of dancers, she would draw all eyes to her. She Danced jus as she Lived. She showed Tsunade her story, and Tsunade was hooked.

This jazz piece was one of many the four girls would be performing on the night of the showcase. Bodies turning and swaying sensually to the music, Sakura slinked to the middle of the room and began her solo part of the dance. Unleashing her sensuality or her "Inner Temptress" as Ino liked to put it, Sakura kicked and turned, channeling her lust through the elegantly self choreographed movements.

Being completely submerged in the music, she failed to notice the extra 5 pairs of eyes on her.
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(*Sasuke is currently unable to form a simple coherent thought at the moment, please try again later*.)

When he suspiciously opened the door to room 10B, glare already in place, he did NOT expect to be subjected to THIS.

He was drawn in. Not that his facial expression portrayed anything but boredom, he had been momentarily rendered incapable of thought. He was faintly aware of the weight of his friends leaning on his back trying to catch a glimpse of what he was getting front row seats to. All 5 pairs of eyes were on the dancers in the room (dancing rather inappropria- Tch who are you kidding, stop starring like a dog in heat).

"...listen to me baby, hear every word I say, no one can love you the way I do, because they don't know how to love you my way…"

One of the girls had started to dance by her self. Tch. Pink hair, really? The flirtatious and enticing look in her eyes while dancing brought a smirk to his lips. Her sensuous yet graceful movements once again drew his eyes to her. His eyes drinking her aesthetically sculpted body in. From her toned, creamy legs, her extremely pert backside that was contained by the smallest black shorts he'd ever seen. Her flat stomach covered by a skin tight light green camisole, the way her feminine back muscles rippled with movement as she floated sensually across the room, his eyes continued trailing up her pale slender neck, her full (Stop. Staring.) pink lips, following the trajectory of her long pink hair as she spun lifting her leg next to her head with one arm (holy. Fuck.)

Not noticing how he had instinctively and unconsciously leaned in towards her, indecently stepping further into the room. Sasuke didn't even think to curse, flinch, or take his eyes off of the mesmerizing form in front of him as the crashing bodies of his friends landed gracelessly to the floor along with their equipment.

She turned, and his eyes finally traveled to her emerald green eyes.

Catching the movement in her peripheral vision, Sakura stole a glance in the direction of the movement. Several things happened at once; emerald clashed with onyx, four bodies crashed onto the floor, each groaning, the other girls jumped at the sudden commotion and stared in shock and curiosity, while Sakura had stopped dancing completely, still being unable to break away from his onyx eyes.

It was as if the dark pools were drawing her in and trying to drown her in- was that hunger in his eyes?

"Naruto get your ass out of my face!" Well, that moment was totally ruined.

The remaining members of 'Pointless Black out' were currently sprawled on the hard wood floor in a heap of -"WELL YOU GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY JUNK!"

"You imbecile quit touching yourself, its your hand."

"IM NOT-" Naruto looked down "….Oh."

Sakura observed the wielder of the dangerously dark eyes while ironically trying to avoid eye contact at all costs. He was the most beautiful human specimen of the male species she had ever seen. He seemed like the 'bad boy' type, with his gravity defying hair and the thin lip ring pierced on right side of his bottom lip.

Lip ring. Lip ring.

Sasuke licked his lips.

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OHMYG- STOPSTARING!

Smirk.

Attempting to fight the blush that was traitorously creeping its way onto her face, she averted her gaze to his torso covered by a Blink 182 shirt.

Not only did he tower over her but she could clearly see the outline of his slim waist and protruding stomach muscles. His body shifted as he crossed his arms across his chest as if he knew she was staring (Well your not exactly being subtle, skank)

Sakura quickly tore her gaze away from his (Chiseled) chest and brought her glare to his now, also, glaring eyes. Although, her attention was again refocused to his lips as he began to speak-

"Hn. Get out."

Sasuke had had enough; first of all, this little pink haired seductress was unconsciously distracting him to a level he didn't even want to begin to comprehend. He needed the villain tainting his thoughts out of this room. Now. This was their room anyways. Hn. Girls would not affect him nor disturb nor interfere with his music or music playing abilities. Hn. Uchihas DO NOT stare.

However that thought quickly demolished itself as the pinkett crossed her arms under her chest (Boobs. Boobs. Boobs.). An incredulous expression plastered on her face. Brows tilted down, eyes burning with fury, Boobs up and out, barely contained by that second skin she seemed to think was qualified as a shirt and a couple of steps out of his reach.

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"You give me fever,

Oh yeah,

Fever all through the night,

mmm….."

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Yeah. So much for not getting distracted.