Elaborated Storyline:

"Senpai, Teach Me to Be Bad!" is a story about a modern day Akatsuki. Akatsuki is the street name for the gang of delinquent (yankee) students that hail from the inner-city, run-down Amegakure High. Akatsuki is an exclusive motorcycle gang of the baddest, most out-of-control youth from the school; they're foul-mouthed, disrespectful, and . . . complete basket-cases. Their high school years are being spent in a turf-war with the neighboring 'elite' school, Konohagakure High. Are they really menaces of society, or are they just misunderstood? Watanabe Nibuiko is a plain-faced, air-headed girl with a happy-go-lucky attitude that formerly attended Konohagakure. She falls upon hard times and her so-called "friends" turn their backs of her and the students start openly teasing her for her poverty, at which time she makes a vow to stop being a doormat. That's when she witnesses Akatsuki, and is inspired by their 'don't-give-a-fuck' attitude. She enrolls into Amegakure to be closer to them, and confronts them with the request: "Turn me into a bad girl!"

Amegakure High School.

It was your typical vision of what an inner-city school should be: run-down, graffiti covered, and full of trouble youth. If it were a factory, it might've been condemned; but if it shut down, where would all the rascals of society go to?

It was the shadow that existed at the toes of the super-elite school, Konohagakure. Both schools were in terribly close proximity, with the delinquent students "dirtying the feet" of the studious (or super rich) students just by being within walking distance. Since polar opposites were so close to each other, it was to be expected that rivalries had formed.

Konohagakure had its own "exclusive club": 'Jonin'. It consisted of the super popular and super rich, who sat on the throne of the student council and were famous more than just inside the school, but all around Tokyo. Some of them were even celebrities or children of powerful politicians or corporate big-wigs. It was rumored that their guys were incredibly handsome, athletic, and studious, while their girls were beautiful and cultured.

Amegakure had a club too. Rather, Amegakure had a gang. Unlike Jonin, 'Akatsuki' was infamous for being a motorcycle gang consisting of the scariest, most troublesome yankees around. Riding around on illegally tricked-out motorcycles, they skipped class, drank, cursed like sailors, and broke the law. Even if they were troublemakers, some girls are attracted to the 'bad boy' type, and so even Akatsuki was popular in that department.

Akatsuki consisted of nine members: the leader Nagato (who bore the nickname 'Pain'), the God; his girlfriend Konan, the angel; Deidara, the artist; Hidan, the Satanist; Kakuzu, the debt collector; Itachi, the stoic one; Kisame, the fisherman; Tobi, the idiot; and Zetsu, the psychopath. Their motto was: "A world of truth, not lies".

For three years, these two groups had decked it out on the streets. Even after school hours or on weekends; there was even a secret alert system the students signed up to that sent a text with the location of the next battle, as well as gossip. Everyone was now either a junior or a senior, and the pressure was building upon Akatsuki's shoulders to "become adults" from their parents and teachers. What would happen when these trouble-makers graduated one day? Well, that was a story for another time.

For now, let's start at the beginning. This story begins when our protagonist, Watanabe Nibuiko, transferred from Konohagakure to Amegakure. Everyone was gossiping about it now and it was all over the social networks. Just a few days ago, nobody know who Nibuiko was, and for a good reason.

Nibuiko's parent's had given her an unfortunate name; one that meant 'dull child', and that she was. Nibuiko was incredibly plain, boring, air-headed, and stupidly happy-go-lucky. She was so gullible and slow that she didn't even realize that the other students at Konohagakure took advantage of her and made jests at her behind her back. Being a naturally compassionate and generous person with little-to-no personal interests or desires of her own, she happily would run to the store every day for lunch for her classmates, and would carry their bags to gym and to the train.

She couldn't fit in with the other girls at school, either. She just "wasn't normal"; she showed no interest either way in boyfriends, celebrities, fashion, or make-up. She didn't want to share diet advice, go to karaoke or go to gokons, and she never dressed up more than putting her ordinary brown hair up into twin ponytails. She was also quiet and never raised her voice. It seemed the only thing she was concerned with were Pinky peach-flavored mints, school, and, um, maybe breathing. Do you know those annoying children's show mascots that always smile and are always, annoyingly, happy? That was Nibuiko.

Or that was the old Nibuiko.

When her Mother, the bread-winner of the household, was demoted at work and her Father fell ill and was hospitalized, Nibuiko had been struck with poverty. She couldn't even afford lunches at school anymore, and ate bentos filled with plain rice and nori. Soon enough the other kids at school caught on and spread nasty rumors. The few so-called "friends" she'd been able to make abandoned her, too embarrassed to be around the "stinky, poor kid". The bullying came out from behind the door and out into the open. The students' poured water on her, wrote on her desk, tore up her notes and threw out her outside shoes. It was text-book Japanese high school bullying, the likes of which knocked Nibuiko right out of the clouds she'd been floating in up until then and made her realize the truth. She realized then that her friendships had been friendships of "conveniences", that her classmates had taken advantage of her generosity, and that she was the fool.

It brought an overwhelming sense of despair and confusion. She fell into a depression and hated herself; she skipped classes to avoid the bullying, pretending to be sick just to stay home. No longer did Nibuiko feel comfortable in her own skin. Everything had been stolen from her: self-confidence, security, and a sense of identity. She didn't know who she was anymore: had she always been such a gullible idiot?

Just when she'd been down in the ditches, that was when her "guardian angels" appeared before her. Akatsuki. She'd heard of them before but, of course, she hadn't paid attention. Just like that, the burst into her world headstrong. It was one of those days she had left school early. The other students had soaked her with dirty water and she'd even shed a few tears on the walk back.

That's when she heard the engines of the motorcycles rev, and the sound of a trash can being knocked over, followed by more crashes. Turning to look over her shoulder at the ruckus, that is when she saw them in all their glory: a group of nine upon tricked-out bikes, the sun at their backs as their flags flew their emblem of a red cloud proudly; wearing facemasks with bats in their hands as they knocked over cans and broke mailboxes just for the hell of it. Most would've been alarmed by such behavior, but not Nibuiko. This was just what she was looking for: a confident, free-spirited youth to idolize.

She knew at that moment as they drove past and left her behind that that was what she wanted to be: a delinquent. She wanted to feel the wind through her hair as she rode on her own motorcycle and wanted to feel the sun beaming down onto her back. She wanted to skip class and tell the world to go fuck itself by living by her own laws. To be different; to be her own person, and not to be afraid of what other people thought.

She'd run home that day and, within a week, had completed the transfer paperwork. Her parents didn't understand her decision to leave a prestigious school for a slum school, but she was insistent. They despaired, but couldn't deny their daughter that never asked for anything the one thing she wanted.

Monday, she'd start at her new high school and be able to study alongside her idols. She could speak to them properly and implore them to become her senpais. It was hard to sleep that weekend with how giddy and excited she was, further surprising (and worrying) her parents, who held onto the false hope that, maybe, their daughter was showing interest in a boy. Maybe they'd have grand children after all!

So came Monday and Nibuiko made her walk to school. She'd dressed exactly the same as always: hair in twin-ponytails, no make-up, and only her uniform was different but it was still worn text-book properly. Sucking on a Pinky breath mint, she walked right past Konohagakure on her trek over. Students were still outside, and since the alert system had informed them of her conversion to the "dark side", they pointed and stared, whispering amongst themselves. Nibuiko held her head high, radiant and beautiful once more, for she had her idols on her mind. She'd get to meet them soon!

"Hello! I'm Watanabe Nibuiko, and I'm going to be part of your class from now on! Please take care of me!" Bowing to the class of 3-A, the students that had been busy smacking bubble gum, writing graffiti on the table tops, and throwing paper airplanes, were frozen in shock. One girl's bubblegum popped and she didn't even move to remove it from around her lips. Of course, these kids were connected to the social network too. They hadn't expected that the rumored transfer student would be in their class!

"Yo'," spoke up one of the boys, "You really from Konohagakure?"

"Mmhmm!"

"Then why the hell did'ja' transfer here?" he demanded, "Ya' flunk out or somethin'?"

"Oh, no; I have a 4.0 GPA," she replied proudly, oblivious to his hostility.

"Your boyfriend go here?"

"I've never dated."

"Then what the hell would you do somethin' so crazy?!"

"I came because Akatsuki are my idols," replied Nibuiko without hesitation. There was nothing to be ashamed of, after all. Of course, by the looks on her classmates faces, she wondered if she had said something wrong. If they had looked shocked before, they looked even more so now. Perhaps even faint!

"Wha-?! Akatsuki?! The hell is a goody-two-shoes chasin' after them for?!"

"Did she call them her 'idols'? Is she crazy?"

"Hmm? Did I say something wrong?" she questioned.

"You're damn right you did! How can someone like you say you idolize Akatsuki!? It sounds like you're makin' fun of us!"

"Yeah! Ain't nobody that's been around those damned Jonin want anything to do with Akatsuki! We know how you all think: that we're no better than dirt!"

"But I don't-"

One of the pretty girls in the front that had gaudy acrylic nails and had her cell phone flipped out brazenly in front of the teacher spoke up; she was calmer and more matter-of-fact than her classmates, "You're all missing the picture here. She's a young girl like the rest of us. Maybe she has- that- fetish? You know, she's the type of girl that digs bad boys?" While the rest of the students pondered if, the female vixen smirked and placed her gaze right upon Nibuiko. "Is that what it is, honey? Are you in love with one of them; all of them?"

Nibuiko hesitated and tapped her chin, considering it. Did she love them? She certainly worshipped them like Gods and would've traded her soul to have them become her senpais. She'd made them her idols and wanted to walk like them, talk like them, and even eat the same food as them. So did that constitute as love?

"I. . . I guess I do," she admitted, staring off into space in contemplation.

There was a unanimous 'awww' from the female students, and the males blushed and scratched the backs of their necks nervously.

"That's absolutely precious!" the girls fawned, "Leaving all of that prestigiousness behind for true love! It's so romantic!"

"Che. Of course it would be those guys, they get all the chicks," muttered the males.

Three females made an empty desk between them and patted it loudly, beckoning her over. "You can sit here! Come, come, let's be friends, and tell us more about your unrequited love~!"

'Unrequited love'? Confused, but flattered they wanted to be friendly, Nibuiko sat down in the empty desk. She didn't know what she had said to make them so happy, but whatever! It was good to be around people so easily read and welcoming! She melted into the environment, and as she engaged in conversation amongst her classmates, continued to daydream about meeting her idols.