Summary: "Them? Well, they run the entire school. Figuratively of course. It's something kinda unspoken around here; they don't associate with us. Any of us. It's like their in their own world. They're the Konoha 12. And that pink haired girl right there? That is their queen. Figuratively course'. It's unspoken." SakuMulti

I... I don't know what to say really.

a. Well... I know I've got a lot of stories to update.

b. This is more of a 'winging it' story. I'm not going to take it seriously and I'm only going to update it when I have free time or when I'm not working on all my other stories.

c. I really do believe my head will explode if I don't jot down all the idea's bouncing around in there. Okay. I'll have a spasm at least.

Dislaimer: I keep on forgetting these. Oh well, you know I don't own anything but my original plot-lines. Unless I really am the creator just fooling you all into thinking I'm a 12-year-old girl who has nothing better to do then write these fanfictions and drool over other ones... okay no. Really though, I don't own Naruto.

Warnings: Extreme OOC for the most part.

"Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival." -C. S. Lewis

"Who're they?"

The question was innocent, of course. It held no other meaning other than the one it was spoken for. It meant, what it meant, as simple as that. The problem was, it had no proper answer. Therefore, the whole underlying meaning was overall useless.

Ayame followed the new girl's line of vision, her eyes roaming over unnoticeable students with a bored flicker. But she stopped abruptly when her dark orbs landed on them.

A rather large group of students sprawled around the shady area the trees provided in the short, sickly green grass. All different in very noticeable ways, one way or another. They were all talking and laughing, a seemingly normal disposition. But their aura in itself was speaking in contrast to their laughing selves.

They gave off a kind of, "Don't talk to us" air. Despite them looking as friendly as Santa Claus on children's movies. Well... most of them.

Ayame bites her lip, her head instinctively fluttering to another direction, as if it were forbidden to stare at them for more than a minutes time. "Their..." Her voice trails off in a reluctance, as if she didn't want to speak of them. "... their the Konoha 12."

The new girl blinks in confusion, her own eyes wandering over each person one by one, and she couldn't help but notice they were all attractive in their own way. "What's that?"

"Their students of course."

"But why do they seem so... distant?"

Ayame purses her bitten lip, letting out a sigh of defeat. Obviously she wasn't going to let it drop until she had full understanding of the 12.

"Them?" Ayame says rhetorically, "Well, they run the entire school. Figuratively of course. It's something kinda unspoken around here; they don't associate with us." Ayame pauses, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Any of us."

The new girl blinks again, innocently and in slight understanding.

"It's like their in their own world. They're the Konoha 12."

The new girl nods, her eyes going back to the students, looking over each of them and registering their features in her head.

One, though, stood out extremely well. Because of one feature really. Bright, bubblegum, pink hair.

Ayame catches her gaze on the pinkette laughing freely at the two boys rolling on the floor seemingly wrestling in a play match.

"And that pink haired girl right there?" Ayama states quietly, "That is their queen. Figuritivly course'. It's unspoken."

She's got all the boys wrapped around her little finger, and she doesn't even know it.

Feedback? Reviews? Anything? Reviews please? LOL okay. It's only a prologue, and Ayame and the new girl are not going to appear anymore. So don't worry dead readers. XD