Pure Sounds CH1

Summary: AU, Sakura Haruno wasn't great at anything, nor did she ever have the time to make any friends. That wasn't until she applied for Konoha Legacy Academy, and joined the loud pop-music club, filled with interesting characters, and even maker her the lead singer of the group!

Sakura Haruno was proved to be good at nothing. At least, that's what she told herself. She wasn't a prized actress like her mother, or was she as smart as her father, a favored politician. With her constantly moving around, there was no time to join clubs or activities in her school; so instead, she was a part of the "go-home crew." It wasn't that is bothered her. Many kids at her school assumed she was too good for anything, since she seemed to be above all, having well known parents. It was nothing but good grades to her. The father had made her adopt the idea of not being at the top cause you to live in a box as an estranged hobo. Despite this, Sakura only managed to be an AB student.

About three times a year, she regularly transferred from one school to another like a fly, even from America to South Korea to Australia. This time, however, Sakura's father suitably promised her to stay in all three years of her high school for the next place they were to move to. It seemed questionable how to react to this when she heard. She should be happy, now having the opportunity to make friends, or even join a club. She was also unsure about her ability to make friends since she had avoided doing so for so many years. All she knew was that she was going to a town where she had lived before – a first. She was able to prepare her high school applications for the highest ranking school in the area, due to her father's wished, although she was an average student.

In other words, Sakura was like any other teenage girl. Every other fifteen year old would obsessed over the latest boy band single, buy make up at the coolest outlet store, and eat as much sweets as they can before they decide they would go on a diet the next day, but breaking that self-made rule in the end. What Sakura was missing were friends. There was no one she could enjoy having a conversation about boys with. She stayed away from other girls in her schools, because she knew how it felt to be taken away from a friend. Back in elementary school, she met a certain blonde girl who looked pretty in short hair. Sakura liked this girl, because she helped her get through her self-insecurities. They spent practically every day together, laughing and chatting away about their favorite TV show, until four months of her transfer, she moved away again. Her friend begged her not to move away, even offering to live in her family's flower shop. There was one thing that allowed her to be expressive and strong.

Singing.

No formal training as actually given to her, but Sakura liked the compliments she received when people caught her singing out loud in public. Her vocals were the most important thing that seemed to define who she was. Unfortunately, her guardians called it a job that would really get you nowhere if you spent your whole life training for a professional career, since so little can be so big. She agreed, that her voice she only be heard for only herself, and not for other people.

As long as the uniform was cute, Sakura was okay with it.

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"Hinata!" Ino called. "Hinataaaaaa!"

"I-Ino…" a pupil-less turned her head around to see her loquacious friend running towards her. Once she caught up, she smiled softly. "How are you Ino? It's amazing we're high school students, isn't it?"

The blonde girl beamed. "It sure is! I studied hard to get into this school! Once I heard Sasuke was coming to Konoha Legacy Academy, I had to apply, you know? Hinata, you're lucky, you so smart! It's a shame we aren't in the same class."

Ino tightened the bow of her uniform and brushed her skirt. Hinata scanned her friend; She was glad she seemed happy and looking healthy, even if her skirt was cut shorter than it was supposed to be. "That's not true. Is there something you need Ino? It's the first day of high school. Maybe I can Nii-san since he's in student council this year…"

"Clubs," Ino said. "What. Club. Are. You. Joining. This. Year?"

Hinata winced. She, seeing clubs as trivial and way to spend time in your high school year, appeared to be different in Ino's eyes.

"Umm, the Calligraphy Club. My father wishes for me to improve-"

"Nope!" Ino snapped. "We're joining the pop music club!"

"Huh?"

"It's okay Hinata! I have it all planned out. It's going to be mega fun. You'll be on the keyboard-"

"Piano."

"Keyboard. And I'll be on bass. Please! It should be easy! In fact, we'll get the club room all to ourselves! All the seniors graduated last year."

"Then there's no one in that club! Ino, we wouldn't have a sufficient amount of members. School clubs here require at least four members."

"Then we'll recuit!"

Even though clubs seemed very little to Hinata, she didn't want to be in a club that was most likely to not even be established. Using her piano, or a keyboard, as Ino preferred to call it, her father would scold at her for playing her keyboard in a non-concert recital setting. Besides, she was to be in Calligraphy Club anyway by her choice, and that choice was for once approved by her father. The pop music club sounded like a garage band, but she didn't want to say that to Ino's demanding face.

"Ino…"

Yamanaka looked down in dismay. "Hinata… I thought…. This was our dream! Don't you remember that concert we saw for our favorite band live? This club was destined for us to join!" She dramatically embraced her raven-haired friend tight.

"….Even though that memory didn't actually happen, I'll consider it. We should go to see a teacher then."

Ino immediately let go and grabbed ahold of Hinata's shoulders. "Good choice, Hyuga!"

The concert they had seen was an old tape of The Who at Ino's house one day over the summer after their first year of middle school. Ino, ultimately influenced, decided she wanted to create a band. Hinata had assured her that she had to learn an instrument first. After knowing that fact, Ino bought a bass, since she liked the idea of playing wonderful melodies in the background. Hinata had learned the piano at age six, but she wasn't like a prodigy like her cousin Neji, who played the violin, as well as the acoustic guitar. The black and white keys were her only instruments, while her younger sister Hanabi played the cello. She loved her instrument though. She composed classical pieces as preformed them at concerts and received awards, which pleased her father, the president of a large musical instrument corporation.

The two never played together, since Ino was stubborn, saying that they would only play together once she played well enough on her bass guitar. Perhaps now, her close felt like it was the time.

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Shizune wasn't crazy. She maintained a perfect image of being the nice, beautiful, yet strict teacher. Whatever happened in the past was no longer her problem, and now she was a teacher, thanks to Tsunade, the principal of the school. She was an alumna of Konoha Legacy Academy, and she was the advisor for the ceramics club. She claimed the title, and didn't allow anybody else to see anything else.

Being a fine arts advisor, many homeroom teachers looked down on her, thinking that her job wasn't as stressful. In fact, Shizune also served as Tsunade's personal assistant at times, but she was usually sentenced to paper work.

In the teacher's room, Shizune read over the paper work of students from the incoming freshman class in 1-A, the highest ranking students in the group of first years. She came over a girl who seemed to stand out with light pink hair.

"Sakura Haruno…" she read out loud and read her profile. "Hmm, a daughter of a politician. Her grades don't seem to fit the criteria for this class. There isn't much in her application either. I guess I'll have to call her in," she said as her eyes scanned to look for the homeroom and saw Iruka's name.

"Iruka," she called from her desk.

A man with a scar perfect drawn across his face looked up from his work, not stopping his pen from writing. "Do you anything Shizune?"

She smiled and held up the profile of Haruno. "Sakura Haruno is in your homeroom. Can you bring her here?"

Iruka narrowed her eyes. "If she's in my homeroom, I think that the matters would come into my hands."

Shizune pouted and stuck her bottom lip out like a puppy. "I don't think so, Iruka. I was ordered to do this as an from Tsunade. Shall I tell her that something is distracting me from my job?"

"N-n-no. I'll bring her here."

The black haired lady chuckled and watched Iruka travel to the door to retrieve the girl. She didn't think was that manipulative, but she acted equally mild and gentle to her coworkers as she did to the students. She enjoyed the thought of the younger guys to think she also served as the "hot teacher." She twiddled her pen and looked above her desk to see the other teachers. She wondered if the others saw her as a superior, even if she was a fine arts supervisor. Shizune picked up another stack of papers that contained class 1-B's class once she read the last profile of 1-A, but she kept Sakura Haruno's out to the side.

"Shizune, here's Haruno-san," Iruka sped past her to go back to his papers.

She turned around and saw the pink haired girl, who looked as if she was bored out of her mind. If she had put on a smile, she would look a little more presentable.

"Hello, I'm Shizune-sensei," she stated with a cheery tone.

Sakura continued to look to the floor. "I'm Sakura Haruno. Freshman."

"Oh yes, I know that. Now, I was looking at your profile," Shizune held it up. "and there only seems to be some concerns in your ranking. Your past grades doesn't seem to qualify for class 1-A, but rather 1-B. Do you think there's a mistake here?"

"My father, a politician, prefers for me to be in the top class. He thinks it'll draw an influence on me to try harder on my studies."

"I don't see how that defines the situation here."

"He donated a great deal of money to the school."

Money. That was the ultimate move to use on Tsunade. Considering she had used the schools money for gambling in the past year. Shizune sighed. "There isn't anything in the written portion of your application that you did extracurricular activities in the past."

"I moved a ton in before until now. There was no time for me to join any clubs."

"Oh, I see. Is there anything here you want to join? Since you seem new to the whole area, I think it'll be important for you to join so you could make friends. Even myself, a graduate from this school, was in the – Is there anything you find interest in? I think student council will fit you."

"I'll find something eventually," Sakura replied shortly.

"Helloooooo? Is the fine arts supervisor here?" a rather high, loud, feminine voice came into the room.

Shizune could hear a pair of two loud footsteps behind her. It sounded irritating.

"Ano, Ino! This is the teacher's room!" She could hear the other girl's loud whisper. "Be a little quieter please!"

"Hehh? But we're in a crisis!" That girl's voice was in an inside voice.

Shizune stood up, completely annoyed by sudden noise from the two students. She felt like duct taping the loud one's mouth and kicking her out of the room, but it was her duty to be the sweet teacher to all students, and actually set an example of being mellow with the students so they would come to like you, unlike how Iruka. She turned around, and saw two more freshman. She recognized the both of them, since she had just gone through both profiles.

"I'm sorry girls, I'm slightly busy right now. You can come during lunch. Haruno-san? Can you help me bring these papers to the office?" and she finished with a reassuring smile. She picked up half of her stack and handed it to Sakura, and she picked up the other one."

Immediately, once she was about the say the words, "Let's go," a flutter of papers scattered across the floor. Shizune gave a short shriek and look up to see Sakura's hands empty, clutched in a loose fist. The young girl gasped.

"I'm so sorry Shizune-sensei!"

In the inside, Shizune was even more vexed, but she remained calm. "It's okay, it's okay," she said, and bent down do pick some of class 1-C's profiles up. Sakura rushed forward and took a step to kneel down, but she slipped and fell hard on her bottom.

"Ah! Are you okay?" the girl with white eyes hurried by her side. She also retrieved the remaining papers and handed them to Sakura once she stood up.

The girl mumbled a soft "Thank you," and kept her head down.

"She's okay!" Shizune called out to her coworkers. She turned to the two girls. "What do you girls need?"

The blonde girl, who had been just standing the whole time, gave a peace sign. "We want to be in the pop music club!"

Shizune head twitched to the sound of that name, but she smiled again. "All the club members graduated last year. It's stated in the handbook that each club needs at least four members. If you can find that many people before the end of the month, you can turn in the club application form to the student council. The pop music club room is in the fifth building in the end. You can recruit members. Is that all? Come on Haruno-san, we better bring these papers to the office."

Sakura held her head low as she followed Shizune out of the teacher's room.

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Ino and Hinata walked out of the teacher's room and headed back to their classrooms.

"That girl in there is super clumsy," Ino said bluntly. Although that girl seemed vaguely familiar. "Let's go to the room tomorrow, and bring your electric piano, and I'll bring my bass. I call being club president."

"Ino," Hinata said shyly. "If we find enough members… I think the pop music club will be a lot of fun!"

She took a surprising look at Hinata, stunned that her idea had won her over. She smirked. "It definitely will!" The moment seemed to be golden.

That was until, a loud, masculine voice echoed through the hallways.

"PENIS!"

Ino saw Hinata instantly blush, and she whipped her head around angrily to see who had said the naughty word. She spied a group of boys, who she recognized were from class 1-D, the lowest-ranking class in the first year. In the center was a blonde-haired boy with an orange headband across his forehead, laughing hysterically. Next to him was a tall guy with red marks on his face and doggish smile. She instantly recognized Shikamaru and Choji.

"Oh. My. Gosh," she breathed heavily. Ino grabbed Hinata's wrist and dragged her to the end of the hallway, to confront the immature boys. She pushed aside other students, and walked faster with each step she took and a scowl on her face. She brought herself and her friend in front of the boys.

"What the heck? Shikamaru? Choji? You never told me you guys were coming to this school!"

"It's practically destiny for all three of us to be together," the tall, lazy, Nara said. It was true, considering their parents had been high school buddies and business partners in their early years. Ino looked to Choji, who was snacking on potato chips. She whipped them out of his hands.

"Stop eating that stuff Choji! Do you want to get diabetes or die of a heart attack or something?"

"That's not exactly the main idea Ino…"

Choji gaped, and asked innocently, "Why would I get diabetes?"

"Because you keep getting fa-" she instantly covered her mouth. She took a deep breath in and looked to the boy who had said the unforgivable word.

"You! Are you in grade school or something? Be little mature! Right Hinata?" She turned to her left, expecting complete support, but instead, she saw her looking down, blushing fiercely, pushing her fingers together. Ino sighed and gestured her head to Hinata towards the guys.

"A-a-a-a-ano… I…" she stuttered.

"It was a dare!" his grin was even bigger.

Shikamaru rolled his eyes. "How troublesome. You proposed you would say it the loudest, and we would give you money. Which isn't happening."

The blonde one's face dropped. He pouted and stopped on the floor. "But it was funny right? You thought it was funny?" looked for assistance from his friends, but he was dismayed to see he didn't receive any.

"That was actually lame, dude," the one with the red marks on his face said. "He turned to the two girls. What are your girl's names, may I ask?"

Ino put her hands on her hips and jerked her neck up proud and strong. "My name is Ino Yamanaka! This is my friend!"

"H-H-Hinata Hyuga."

"Hyuga?" the blonde one gaped. "Wow! You must be rich or something!"

Shikamaru smacked Naruto on the back of his head. "That's Naruto Uzumaki, the idiot and that's Kiba Inuzuka."

"Idiot?"

"It suits, since you're all in 1-D," Ino shot back.

"Then what classes are you in?"

"I'm in 1-B! And Hinata is in 1-A! The highest ranking! You would probably never have a chance to go out with her!"

"Ino!" Hinata gasped, and dragged her away. "Let's go! It's almost time for class!"

Ino didn't have enough yet. She just seemed aggravating that there were actually immature kids in high school. She felt a little bad she brought Hinata's name and private life into the conversation, and she shouted back, "Even better, I think you ought to stay away from Hinata!"

Hinata gave a loud "Eek!" sound, and Ino saw her face grow even redder. She felt her friend's grip tighten as they zoomed across the hallway.

"Heh, see ya Hinata! Ino!" they heard from Naruto.