"I dare you to try take this place from us. It's the only home we have."

"Is that a challenge?" he asked towering over the girl.

"You damn Skippy it is!" She answered stepping up to him.

The sound of gears shifting in the man's mind churned, as he finally comprehended what that girl had just expressed at him. She just "cursed" at him.

"I don't want to hear anymore of your "wretched" talk," he said.

The girl raised her eyebrow.

"Someone of your status shouldn't even be arguing with someone like me," he continued all high and mighty as he tried to keep his cool.

With her temper shortening from the man's attitude as the conversation went on, she did the most unexpected thing that would have occurred in that little shop.


"Well, for someone like you, what do you have to say to that?" she asked with a firm tone.

She dumped a pitcher of lemonade on the man standing in front of her.

Her eyes narrowed and the empty pitcher in her hand just hung there with drops of the liquid dripping from the tip of the jar to the shining waxed tiled floor.

The man just stood there. Shock was written all over his face as the lemonade dripped from his hair onto his black leather knee-length jacket.

"If you are finished with your business here then please leave our salon sir."

The man was about to step out the door when he stopped.

"I can assure you, this shop will be mine. I'm a man who knows what he wants and…this shop is exactly what I want. New management will be flashing through your heads by the time you give u-"

"Good day sir," she interrupted slamming the door in his face.

The woman turned around and looked at her follow workmates.

"Ladies…you know what to do. Let's get started," she announced before pulling the blinds down that were hanging on the door. Nothing could be seen inside the salon now.

"Action will be taken in order to keep our home. I know you all don't want to go anywhere else but here," she said out loud.

"Yes ma'am!" Her workmates replied with determined looks on their faces. The girl's lips happened to curl up in a smile.

We're not going down without a fight. You better prepare yourself…

Yes We're Open

By: ToraHimeSama

Chapter 1: Introduction

"Hopped up out the bed turn my swag on. Took a look in the mirror say what's up (what's up)? Yeah, I'm getting money. Oh."

As the alarm of a cell phone went off, a pink-haired girl sluggishly reached for her phone to turn it off.

"Saku turn ya phone off would ya?" a girl with long brown hair groaned covering her ears with two pillows while rolling over on her stomach.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," the pink-haired girl mumbled. When she finally got the phone in her grasp, she turned off the alarm.

"What time is it?" the brunette asked.

"6 in the morning. Just how it always is when we wake up," the girl replied.

The brunette just groaned back as an answer.

"Ten go wake up the pig and Hina-chan."

The pink-haired girl got another groan.

"Ten go. We have appointments at 7."

"What about you? You're not even up. Go wake 'em up yaself."

The brunette got a groan as an answer.

After a moment of silence, the brunette decided to get up. She looked at the big clock sitting on the dresser. Her eyes widened at the time.

"Sak! Wake up! How's it already 6:42?" she yelled.


The brunette ran out the room and woke up the other girls.

The pink-haired girl rushed to the bathroom before anyone could get into it. As soon as she locked the door, she heard banging and yells from the other side.

"Forehead you better hurry up. We all have to get ready."

After the pink-haired girl used the toilet, brushed her teeth, did her hair, and all the other necessities she needed done, the door opened.

And…the clock read 6: 53.

All the other girls were rushing back and forth.

There was a girl with long blonde hair and she had a comb embedded in her hair while she tried to put some long black pants on.

There was a girl with long navy blue hair. She had a white clip in her hair and she was just sitting on the bed already dressed and ready to go.

The pink-haired girl started to rush to her closet. She was rummaging through everything.

Finally fully dressed and ready to leave, the pink-haired girl walked downstairs. The other girls were already getting ready to open.

"Are we ready?" the brunette asked everyone.

"Yeah sure let's do this," the blonde-haired girl said walking to her station. There were other girls there who were already at their stations.

The pink-haired girl looked at the large flower clock hanging on the wall. 30 more seconds and it would be officially 7:00 A.M.

In 15 seconds, the salon will be officially open and business will be booming.







The bright neon blue and red Yes We're Open sign was switched on and the front door was unlocked. The blinds were pulled all the way up and all the employees were at their stations waiting for their clients to come in. All the signs to show that their salon was open and welcomed anyone who needed their business done were visible to the streets of Konoha.

The busty city of Konoha is considered a place of opportunity. The streets are overflowed with business trying to make a living. Downtown Konoha, the area where basically everything starts and everything ends.


Ah…their first client of the day…

"Ladies! I need help NOW! It's my Quince [1] and I need to look better than everybody there," exclaimed a teenage girl as she walked through the front door. She had her long blonde hair up into a messy braid and you could tell that she was stressed because she didn't have any make-up on her face.

"Ariana calm down!" Tenten tried to soothe. "Girl it's your party today, stop stressin' and start sittin' still so I can do your hair," she finished while looking at the bird's nest on that girl's head.

Shiryoku Tenten- n. employee of the salon Momoe. Age: 27. One of the top hair stylists in the shop as well as the nation. Long chestnut hair styled up in two high baos with choppy bangs framing her forehead. Dark sienna eyes that have the ability to come up with countless hairstyles with the look of a person and how they dress.

"Ari-chan, how do you want me to do your nails?" Hinata asked examining her fingers.

Hyuuga Hinata- n. employee of the salon Momoe.. Age: 26. Her precision and carefulness when it comes to a person's nails is irreplaceable. Long navy blue hair left down with a white clip placed on the right side of her face. Pale white eyes that can get all the details of a nail down to the very last dot.

"Girl how you want me to do your make-up?" Ino said.

Yamanaka Ino- n. employee of the salon Momoe. Age: 26. One of the top make-up artists in the shop as well as the nation. Long platinum blonde-hair styled up to a high ponytail with a curled bang to the side. Bright baby blue eyes that are able to picture precise make-up lines suitable to the person.

Swift movements of hands working their magic on the client were seen as they concentrated hard on satisfying her with their labor so she could look her best on her special day.

Through the middle of having her needs tended to, a pink-haired lady confronted Ariana.

"Ariana-san, would you like some lemonade?" she asked.

"Uh, yes I would."

Walking to the front, the pink-haired lady got the pitcher of lemonade and poured some into a cup for the client.

Walking back she said, "don't worry, it has very little sugar because I know you want to look your best when you leave the salon."

Taking the cup in hand, Ariana took a sip. It was the most refreshing drink she'd had all morning.

'It's so good!" she commented. "And you said that there's not that much sugar? There's no way!"

"Oh there's a way. Trust me."

"What's the secret?"


"Sakura do you mind getting the extra rubber bands in the back please?" Tenten requested trying to flatiron the girl's hair.

"Yeah sure. Enjoy your drink Ariana-san," she said before walking off towards the back.

Haruno Sakura- n. current manager of the salon Momoe. Age: 26. One of the nations top businesswomen of the new generation. Long bubblegum pink hair held back by a black headband. Shimmering jade green eyes that burned of passion.

Welcome to the salon Momoe. This is the place where a lot of girls come to get their hair and their nails done. The founder of the salon was the legendary stylist Tsunade. The great Tsunade created this place just for girls. Girls who want something done right for their looks, as well as girls who just want a second chance to start all over and do something right in their life, hence the name Momoe meaning 100 blessings in Japanese. Because for a girl, a lot of things could go wrong in the city of Konoha.

Holding the packs of rubber bands in her hand, Sakura came back.

"I didn't know if you wanted the big rubber bands or the little ones, so I got you both," she said putting the packs on the table.

"Thanks girl," Tenten thanked. Within a ten minutes wait, all three girls were finished.

"Ari-chan you look so pretty," Hinata complimented.

"Yeah Ari, we did a damn good job," Tenten said while smirking to herself.

"You might as well hold a sign sayin' I'm the best here," Ino said giving her a thumbs up.

"Ari-chan, do you wanna know what will tie this all together?" Sakura asked.

Ariana just looked at her.

"That beautiful tiara your mother gave me when she come through the door." She answered putting the pure silver diamond encrusted tiara on the girl's head.

Ariana looked fit for a queen. Her long blonde hair was done into little braids on her head but for the body of the hair it was all curled making it look like a never ending sea of long beautiful silk. Her nails had the designs of s shooting star on each finger and toe. Her make-up made sure that no flaws were shown on her face while her eyes were brought out with the eye shadow. Over all, she would definitely have a stunna quinceanera that nobody would forget.

Tears started to well up in Ari's eyes.

"No don't cry!" Ino shouted. "You'll ruin your makeup."

"I look beautiful. Thanks you guys so much. I knew that the only place to get ready for my party was here at Momoe," she said. "You guys did an awesome job Gracias."

Ariana then walked out the shop after paying for everything.

"Well there goes another satisfied customer," Sakura said turning around and giving her employees a smile.

"Ya think we'll win the bet Forehead girl?" Ino asked sipping on a cup of lemonade.

Sakura looked at the girl and smirked.

"What makes you think we won't Pig?"

"Hey man looks like they just got another customer after that latina girl just left," a boy with a dark brown ponytail on his head said.

"Doesn't matter. They can have all the customers in the world and they still won't win the bet," a boy with black hair styled up to stick up in the back replied.

"That's harsh Teme. I mean the way that pink-haired chick came bustin' up in here was pretty serious. I think they actually gonna win," exclaimed a sunny bright blonde haired boy whose hair was spiked in all directions.

"Please. They don't have a chance if we're competing" a boy with long brown hair answered.

"Those no talent hussies are just wastin' their time with something they can't win," the black haired boy added on.

"This bet's just a whole waste of time. If they're no talent hussies then why do we have to prove ourselves to them?" the dark brown ponytail boy asked.

"Because…" the black haired boy responded, "they seem interesting for a group of poor girls with no talent."

All the boys looked at him with a blank look.

"It doesn't matter now anyway since the bet's already goin' on. Now get ready. The prince of the Sand Country's comin here and we need to get our lead in the bet over the girls. And the prince is gonna help us in that," he explained with a dark smirk on his face.

The boys nodded their heads and decided to clean up the shop for the incoming customers.

The blonde-haired boy took the broom and started sweeping the black and white tiled floor.

The boy with the ponytail on his head started cleaning the stations in the shop.

The long brown-haired boy got all the supplies from the back and brought them to the front.

The black-haired boy went to the cash register and put the money in there.

When the clock finally struck 8:00 the black haired boy turned on the switch that lit the sign Yuu on with bright neon colors.

The door swung open and in the doorway stood the Sand Country's prince. The boy's empty teal eyes were as blank as ever. He just wanted to get a haircut and get out. He didn't even want a haircut in the first place. His red hair was fine the way it was. Why did he have to get his haircut just so he could "maintain a physical image of a prince"?

And why did he have to get his haircut at the Uchiha's barbershop of all places? There are millions of places where he could get a haircut. Why did he have to especially have to go to the City of Konoha and get it cut here?

"Ah, Prince Gaara, please…take a seat here so we can get started with your cut," Shikamaru directed with a lazy tone in his voice.

Nara Shikamaru- n; employee of the barbershop Yuu. Age: 26. One of the country's smartest entrepreneurs. Long dark brown hair tied up in a high spiky ponytail. Small observant eyes that notice all details.

Note: why's he in a barbershop if he's super smart again?

The Prince followed Shikamaru to the clean pristine barbershop chair where his hair would soon be cut.

"Good morning sir, I will be the one who will be giving your hair a job today," Neji said to introduce himself to the prince.

Hyuuga Neji- n; employee of the barbershop Yuu. Age 27. One of the country's most responsible entrepreneurs seeing that he comes from a prestigious clan. Long brown hair tied to make a low ponytail at the end. Pale white eyes that accept nothing but perfection when a job is given.

Note: if he comes from a prestigious clan, why's he working in a barbershop if he could do better?

Neji put the thin layer of cloth around the man so that hair couldn't get on his suit. After that was done, he got his pair of scissors and started thinning his hair out.


There goes the next customer of the morning.

"Kakashi, how nice to see you again," Naruto gritted through a fake smile.

'Seriously, does this dude ever leave? He was just here yesterday.' Naruto thought in his head.

Uzumaki Naruto-n; employee of the barbershop Yuu. Age: 26. The one and only loudmouth knucklehead who even though has no known talent in anything, succeeds in whatever he puts his mind to. Bright blonde spiky hair that goes in all directions. Deep cerulean blue friendly eyes that just like to have fun.

Note: if he has no talent…how'd he get the job of being trusted with a pair of scissors near a person's head?

"Oi Sasuke let me use the new heads of the razors for Kakashi's head," Naruto said.

"Hn," he responded pulling out the new pack and giving them to Naruto.

Uchiha Sasuke- n; current co-manager of the barbershop Yuu. Age- 26. One of the most successful men in the world. He's a two in one package. Brains that work well with his dashing looks. Sleek black hair styled to stick up in the back with chin-length bangs. Charcoal colored eyes full of mystery.

Welcome to the barbershop Yuu. The place where men can get their hair cut and free rounds happen. The founder was the Jiraiya who just wanted a place where only men could do whatever they want without women breathing down their necks telling them what to do. Yuu means superior in Japanese and that's exactly Jiraiya's way of thinking when it came to men and women being compared. He just wanted to prove to women that there is still a place where they are prohibited of being. A job that they can't accomplish because they're women and that place is a barbershop.

"Prince Gaara, I'm finished with your cut," Neji said brushing the left behind hairs on the Prince's neck. He then took off the thin layer of cloth and put up all his tools while the prince was looking at himself in the mirror.

He nodded in approval of the haircut. He got up out of the chair and paid for it then walked out and stepped into his limo.

"I thought that guy would never leave," Naruto said as soon as the limo drove off.

"Naruto please don't mess my hair up," Kakashi said seeming to be smiling behind his mask.

"I don't get why you even here," Naruto said talking informal. "I mean, weren't you just here yesterday tellin' me to fix ya hair?"

"I don't get why you're even here," Neji corrected.

"Like I give a rat's ass," Naruto replied sticking his tongue out at the brunette.

"Now now, Neji don't upset him when he's holding a razor in his hand around my hair," Kakashi butted in trying to calm the situation down.

Hatake Kakashi- n; no known information currently available.

"What you tryin' to say?" Naruto yelled in his ear.

"Nothing nothing. Just forget it," he replied giving a sigh.

"Sasuke," Shikamaru called.

Everyone looked at him. He was looking out the window.

"The girls look like they're 'bout to get a lot of business today."

"Why you say that?" Naruto asked.

"There's like…a big ol' group of girls storming their way down the street. They all got dresses on."

"Wow. They have dresses on run for your life," Neji said sarcastically. "They could just be walking for the hell of it. That doesn't mean anything."

"It does when they just walked into Momoe," he finished.

Naruto dropped the razor onto the table and ran to the window right next to Shikamaru.

"WHOA! That's a lot of girls! You guys think if I hit on some of them, I'd get a girl?" he asked.

They all just laughed.

"You – haha- not in a million years –haha Dobe," Sasuke said trying to stifle his laughter.

"Oi, oi, that's mean," Naruto whined slumping his shoulders as he walked back to finish Kakashi's hair.

"By the way, wouldn't all those lady customers put a big lead in you all's bet?" Kakashi asked.

"How do you know about the bet?" Naruto asked while combing the nappy gray hair.

"Do you know where we are?" Kakashi asked him back. "We are in the heart of Konoha. You'd be surprised at how fast someone can know something about anything."

"Kiba told you didn't he?" Sasuke asked bluntly leaning against the frame of the front door.

"Yup. That boy is like a tank of gossip."

"Knew it," Neji mumbled under his breath.

"So do any of you want to tell me about this bet?" Kakashi asked again now standing up and walking over to the water jug and poured some into a paper cup. His hair defied gravity…just the way he liked it.

"What's there to say? We made a bet with those girls about who could make the most money," Sasuke responded.


"Because this pink-haired chick came up in here and was like 'Why are some stuck up pricks doing on this side of Konoha?' She was annoying," he explained.

"And that conversation ended in you guys havin' a bet? Well that's kinda stupid," Kakashi noted.

"Well it doesn't matter. They know we're gonna win," Neji said.

"What makes you say that?"

"Um…we're rich aren't we? We could just put our own money in there."

"That's cheatin' I don't wanna do that," Naruto complained.

"Well do you really want some chick beatin' you in a bet?" Sasuke asked.

Naruto thought for a second. His eyebrows scrunched together then he sighed.

"It's like you said Teme. It's not like they gonna win anyway."

"Megumi there's another customer," Sakura called out.

She was currently trying to blow dry a black haired girl's hair so that the perm would stay intact.

"It's so busy here," the black haired girl said.

"Yeah, it is," Sakura answered. Her face softened a bit. "But it's times like this that make me appreciate my job more than ever."


"You're finished Mayumi-chan, go up to the front desk and Ino'll take it from there," she said taking over the thin layer of cloth from the girl. Her curls were still intact and they were as bouncy as ever.

"Uh thank you."

"No problem."


"Thanks for the tip. Please come again!" All the girls said as the last customer of the day walked out the salon.

"That was the busiest day we've ever had," Hinata said flexing her fingers. "My hands hurt so much from the manicures and pedicures I gave today."

"Girl I know what ya mean. If I have to look at another blush brush for the rest of the night, I'm gonna faint," Ino agreed.

"You guys go ahead up to the rooms. I'll stay back and clean up," Sakura said.

"Thanks girl," they all said before walking up the stairs.

"I don't think I could handle walkin' home after this busy day. Thank you lord for havin' our place to crash right upstairs," Tenten whined while dragging her feet up the steps.

Sakura gave a small smile to her friend's behavior.

After the girls went upstairs, Sakura turned off the open sign and shut the blinds.

She then walked towards the cash register.

'From all the business from today…we should be winnin' the bet,' Sakura thought as she took all the money out. Her hands were then automatically counting the bills.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

'Who would be here in the middle of the night?' she thought.

It was 1:23 A.M.

When she pulled down a bar of the blinds on the front door, she saw a silhouette of a person with long black hair and eyes that sent a chill down her spine.

"Snake…"she seethed pulling her hand back from the door to unlock it.

"What do you want Orochimaru?

"My dear Sakura…it's been so long…how's your business?" he asked as his mouth twisted up into a smirk.

'What does he want?' she thought.

AN: well this is the revised chapter. The next chapter's gonna be up soon you guys! hope you enjoyed

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