"Alright, you may all leave for lunch." Hayate-sensei announced through a coughing fit.

Itachi grabbed his bento and walked to the Student Council room. As he reached for the door, a blonde student ran into him and yanked him by the arm.

"Itachi, sir, I need your help!" Her shrieking voice rang in his ears.

He looked down at the scattered remains of his bento on the floor. "You made me drop my lunch," he stated.

"I'm sorry, but I really need to request something from you!"

"Club hours are after school. Wait until then, Yamanaka-san."

Ino shook her head fiercely and frowned at the senior. "Please, Itachi-kun, I really need to speak with you! You don't want me to call upon Pein-sensei, do you?"

Itachi glared angrily, but sighed in defeat. He motioned the girl into the Student Council's room and let her take the seat next to him.

"What is she doing here again?" Deidara asked, annoyed.

"Hi, Ino-chan, what are you doing here at lunch?" Sakura asked, cheerfully.

Ino filed through her backpack and picked up a pile of papers. "I hate to say it again, but I'm asking you for more help with fundraising."

"Impossible. I checked the Sewing Club's finances and they are perfectly fine." Kakuzu objected.

"This isn't for the Sewing Club, but for our stall during the Cultural Festival. We've finished all of our clothes and we plan on joining a stall with the Drama Club for their play."

"Your point?" Kakuzu asked.

"We want our own stall too. We made our own clothing and also made clothes for the Drama Club, but we put in a large share of money into the Drama Club. We only need a little cash and then you can have the rest. Please help us one, last time, President Itachi!" She fell to her knees and clasped her hands together.

"You must have taken some lessons in the Drama Club as well. I'll tell you what, we'll do our own fundraising to help prepare our own stall and we'll give you the remaining money, okay?" Itachi answered.

Ino stood up and shook his hand roughly. "Thank you so much, Itachi-kun! We won't need a lot of money just around eighty dollars for a table and a few decorations." She walked to the door and thanked him again before leaving.

"So are we going to do the human auction thing you decided for our own fundraising?" Kisame asked.

Itachi nodded his head. "Yes, and the people that will be auctioning themselves off are: Myself, Deidara, Sasori, Hidan and Sakura. Kakuzu will handle the money while Kisame runs the function. Are we clear?"

Kisame and Kakuzu sighed in relief, but the others protested against his choice.

"I'm not one of those people who like standing up in front of everyone," Sasori admitted.

"Then pretend to be one of those people," Itachi argued.

"What if some creepy girl or guy buys us for weird stuff?!" Deidara asked.

"I'll assure you that no-one will buy you for such reasons," Itachi assured.

Sakura stood up and blushed. "Senpai, why do I have to do it?"

"Just because you're a girl doesn't mean you can't participate." Itachi replied.

She sat back down in her chair. Joining this club was quite bittersweet at times.

"Gather 'round everyone! Faculty members, are you tired of grading papers or cleaning up after annoying, messy students? Why not bid on one of these wonderful members of the Student Council for your assistant or janitorial needs? Konoha students, want to win a date or have a personal assistant that will do all your tasks for a day? Go on ahead and bid on these wonderful students on the Council!" Kisame announced, in his best spokesperson voice.

He guided Itachi to the front and many schoolgirls squealed in delight. "Here we have Itachi Uchiha. Itachi is quite the heartthrob of the school and is willing to go on a date with any girl who bids the most on him! The beginning price will start at fifty dollars!"

Kisame leaned over to Itachi and whispered quietly, "Now bidding may be slow at first, but don't-"

100! 150! 300!

FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS!

"Five hundred dollars going once... twice... sold!"

A senior girl wearing an expensive brooch on her collar walked up to the stage. "Thank you, Kisame Hoshigaki." she said, politely.

Itachi wanted to groan and squirm, but calmly presented his hand to her. "Hello, Ayame Ichiraku. It's not a surprise you bid the highest due to your father owning the most popular diner in Konoha."

She smirked and shook his hand. "Very true, Itachi-kun. Please, let's walk." The two stepped down the steps of the stage and exited the fundraiser.

Kakuzu sifted through the bills. "Very nice for the first bid. Let's see how well the others do," he said, amused.

Kisame presented Deidara next. "Second, is our dear secretary, Deidara. He's a very organized, young man and loves to spend time sculpting! Like with each bid, we'll start with fifty dollars!"

A pale hand raised through the crowd. "Two hundred and fifty dollars," the voice called out.

Deidara smirked. "Ha! Two hundred and fifty on the first bet - this girl obviously has a thing for me."

"Sold for two-fifty! Please step up and grab your prize," Kisame called.

Deidara's jaw dropped as the junior art student they picked on while finding Tobi climbed up the stairs. He smiled politely and handed Kakuzu the money.

"What are you doing here?!" Deidara freaked.

Sai smiled again and held out his hand to the disturbed blonde. "I'm Sai and I really love drawing, but I'm bad at sculpting and wouldn't mind having a tutor." he explained.

Deidara unwillingly grabbed the boy's hand and was guided off the stage with rosey cheeks. As he left the event, he could hear snickers and laughter from teachers and students.

Kisame dragged Sasori to the stage and placed him in the center. "This wonderful junior is Sasori! He's a quiet boy who is very smart and precise. He is also very poetic and romantic for any single ladies out there." Kisame described.

Sasori slapped Kisame's wrist and scowled, "Those are all lies! How could you say that?"

"Well, there's not much else about you unless I say you're an asshole at times." Kisame replied with a shrug.

Sasori rolled his eyes and waited while a few bidders increased the amount.

"Three hundred and eighty-five dollars!" a shrill voice called out. No other bidders dared to go past the amount and Kisame finalized the bid.

Sasori's eyes widened as the young girl he pretended to seduce at the beach walked up to him. "Eh, Ino, was it?" he asked, nervously.

"Yeah, Ino Yamanaka! And, since you flaked on me before, I'll make sure we go on a date now!" she growled, pulling him off the stage by the front of his shirt.

Hidan stepped onto the stage and proudly introduced himself. "I'm Hidan and I know you all think I'm drop-dead gorgeous, so, how about I just pick one of you instead?"

Anko-sensei raised her hand. "I'll buy him for fifty-one dollars and make him do some chores," she declared.

Kisame waited for any more bids, but knew no others would call. "Sold to Anko-sensei."

"What?! Fifty-one dollars! You've got to be-" Anko interrupted Hidan's surprised yelp by placing her arm around his shoulders.

"This'll be great, Hidan! You can unclog my shower drain for me!" She pulled the poor, silver-haired boy off the stage and back to the parking lot.

Kakuzu shook his head, "Moron." He turned to see a reluctant Sakura standing near the edge of the stage.

"It's your turn now," he stated, pushing her towards Kisame.

"Are you sure? I think I hear my mom calling me," she squeaked.

"It's for the Cultural Festival, Sakura-chan, just stay calm." he advised, finally coaxing her toward Kisame.

"Last, but certainly not least, is freshman Sakura Haruno. Sakura is the mascot of the Student Council and is very friendly to everyone she meets. Her father is Kizashi Haruno, the former captain of the Basketball Club! Bidding starts at the original price mentioned."

Sakura began loosening up as a few students bidded for her. As the amount reached over two-hundred, a hand in the back of the crowd raised up. "Two-sixty, please!" a man's voice called.

Some of the bidders turned to the voice and were surprised to see a teacher raising their hand. The bidders continued on, but the teacher's hand continued to raise.

"Three hundred going once... twice... Sold to Mizuki-sensei!"

Mizuki walked up the steps with a friendly smile on his face. "Hey, I'm Mizuki-sensei. I teach Chemistry to the seniors."

Sakura sighed in relief that her winning bidder was a teacher. "Nice to meet you, Mizuki-sensei. So, what do you want me to do for you?"

He patted her shoulder. "Just follow me and I'll explain on the way, okay?" She felt his hand brush against her bottom, but accepted it as an accident in her mind.

"We'll go out to eat at the Ichiraku Diner. Then afterwards, we can go for a walk along the river." Ino babbled on.

Sasori would nod his head occasionally and pretend to hear her as they walked along. It was fifteen minutes later that he realized Ino had lead him inside the restaurant.

She slyly opened up her buttoned blouse and leaned over the table. Sasori caught sight of her exposed cleavage and sharply turned his eyes to another location. He didn't like her. She looked too similiar to Deidara and that creeped him out enough.

"You're quite forward with your advances," he stated.

Ino laughed, "A girl has got to work with what she's got."

A waiter walked over to them with a pad of paper and a pen. "Welcome to Ichiraku Diner! What may I serve this lovely couple?"

"We're not a couple," Sasori interjected quickly. He turned to face Ino and added, "We're just friends." The waiter raised his eyebrows and excused himself to help another table; he didn't want to deal with any awkward situations yet.

Sasori turned away from Ino and tried his best to avoid her until the waiter returned to ask again for their meals.

"I'll have the Soybean Soup," he said, handing him the menu.

"Ginger Chicken, please."

The waiter grabbed both menus and placed them under his arm as he wrote down their orders. He informed them it would take time for their food to be prepared and left the two alone.

Sasori played with his chopsticks and continually picked up his napkin and set it back down. He glanced at the blonde and noticed her staring at him.

"Yes?" he asked.

"You're just so cute with that red hair of yours," she stated cutely.

Sasori blushed. "It's just red hair - it's not that big of a deal."

She leaned forward and ran her fingers through his hair. He pushed her hand away, "Please, don't touch my hair. I like it messy."

"I bought you for three hundred and eighty-five dollars! Either you act like a proper boyfriend or goddammit I'll punch your lights out," she hissed under her breath.

Sasori slouched in his chair and waited for the food to come. He hated waiting.

After their dinner and walk alongside the river, Sasori walked Ino to her home. He was surprised by how large it was.

"It's nice, right? My mom owns a flower shop and a wedding planning service while my dad works for a telecommunication company - I'm pretty rich," she exclaimed proudly.

He nodded his head and finally waited at her door. "Thanks for walking me home," she giggled.

"It's no problem, Ino-san," he replied.

Ino closed her eyes and pressed her lips against his. Panicking, Sasori quickly pushed the girl away and stared wildly at her. "What are you doing?!" he sputtered out.

"I kissed you! What's wrong with you?!" she yelled.

Sasori's heart was racing. "I don't like you that way, Ino. I-"

Ino interrupted before he could reply further. "What is it about Sakura that you like so much?" she blurted.

"What?! I don't like her! She's a friend, that's all." he argued.

Ino grabbed his shoulders. "Then kiss me, Sasori-kun," she purred.

"Enough! This is ridiculous! I'm going home." He pushed her away one, final time and walked onto the sidewalk.

"She's nothing, Sasori! She's not pretty or smart! She doesn't deserve anyone as good-looking as anyone on the Student Council!" She stomped into her house and slammed the door shut.

Sakura and Mizuki reached the empty chemistry lab. The silver-haired teacher flipped on the lights and guided her to a table filled with glass vials and flasks.

"I need you to help me pour some solubles in each of the flasks. Exactly four ounces in each one. You can do that, right?" His dark, green eyes settled on her.

Sakura smiled. "Yeah, I'll be fine."

He nodded and brought out the bottles of soluble liquids and handed them to her. "My students will be doing a lab tomorrow and I want to get everything ready." he explained while helping her by pouring in some vials.

She noticed the deep concentration in his eyes as he continued to pour. He had a very handsome, young face for a teacher and she was sure that he had many admirers from his female students. As she continued to stare, she began to accidentally spill the liquid onto the table.

Mizuki's alerted yell surprised her and brought her back into reality. "Oh gosh, I'm so sorry, Mizuki-sensei." she babbled.

He chuckled and grabbed a few paper towels to clean up the spill. He surrounded his body around hers and dabbed up the mess. "You've got to be more careful." he whispered.

Heat rose to her cheeks and her heart was pounding against her chest. This was obviously her naive mind thinking such thoughts. As if Mizuki-sensei, a teacher at the school, could really think of her in such a romantic way.

She let out a yelp of surprise as he fingered the hem of her skirt. He shushed her and raised it up slightly to place his hand on her bottom.

"You've got to be quiet," he whispered against her earlobe.

A lump formed in her throat as he continued to grip his hands around her small frame. What was happening? Everything seemed to be moving so fast and she could feel her legs shaking in panic. She had yet to be even kissed by a boy, but at this moment a grown man was touching her body in a way she wasn't comfortable with.

"You're so beautiful." he mumbled as he pulled up her skirt.

"Mizuki-sensei, stop!" she yelled as he exposed her underwear.

He ignored her pleas and continued to rub his hands on her soft legs. He tried to pick her up and place her on the table, but Sakura took that chance and pushed him as hard as she could. He stumbled backward into a row of desks and fell. Sakura ran out of the room and was gasping for air as tears streamed down her face.

She ran down the hallway as Mizuki called her name from the chemistry lab. She had no idea what was going on, but if this entire day was a dream, she wanted to wake up immediately. As she exited the school, she received stares from people on the street, but she didn't notice them.

Sakura finally reached her home and locked the door behind her. She looked in each room for her parents, but neither one was home. She climbed up the stairs and locked herself in her room. This was a terrible day and the way she felt at that moment was indescribable. She unlocked her door and ran to the bathroom. Her stomach was lurching from the intense stress she was feeling and pushed back up her throat and out of her mouth. Tears filled her eyes as she continued to vomit.

Her stomach emptied all of its contents and she laid down onto the linoleum floor. She felt humiliated and stupid - as if the whole world was out to get her for some reason. Was she being tested? Was her life just a joke for everyone to laugh at? Right now, her mind was full of hopeless, stupid thoughts and she never wanted to get off the floor.

She jumped as the phone in her pocket vibrated. Itachi's name was on the ID, but she threw the phone a few feet away from her and let her voicemail take it. This time, she just wanted nothing to do with the world.

Nothing to do with anyone.

She wanted to be alone.

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