Okay, then, if you see anything in bold, its what I (as the author) am saying, not Naruto. Except when the characters are instant messaging, those are the screen names. I tried to write this kinda like a book in the first person perspective.
Naruto is a girl in this one, and Sasuke is a boy. Okay? So, technically it's not Yaoi, but the pairing is SasuNaru or NaruSasu, which ever way you want to look at it. It doesn't matter to me, I like both.
Yep, this is my second fic, and I know I haven't finished the other one, but I had this idea in my head one day and I had to write it down before I forgot it. Hehe. And I know that they are both high school fic.s but…I just love Naruto High school Fic.s way too much!!
Flames are discouraged, but will be read if received. But please be nice.
"Just sign here, please." The secretary looks up from her computer to smile at me.
"Kay." Quickly as I can, I quit chewing on the back of the pen (a nasty habit, but it's not my fault….well, not really my fault I have it) and sign my name, Naruto Uzumaki, on the marked line. Then I hand the paper to her and offer her the pen, but she tells me to keep it. (wonder why)
"Well then, Miss Uzumaki, welcome to V. H.L. High." I leave her desk and walk away. There are about a hundred or so more people behind me waiting to be registered also, so I should just leave.
What's weird is….why are they all boys? The people in the line, that is. It's a co-ed school, so where are all the girls?
As if to answer my question, a small, fragile looking girl bumps into me.
"Ah! I'm very sorry!" She has a very quiet voice, I almost can't even hear her.
"No problem. I'm just happy to see a girl's face around here." I grin and help her to carry the books she had just dropped. We start walking towards the dorms, where I can only assume she has moved into already.
"Well, since t-this was an all-boys-school till this year, not seeing too many girls is t-to be expected." She looks at her feet as she says this, hugging two textbooks, therefore, her blue-ish purple hair practically blinds me as it reflects off the sun.
"Wait. What did you just say?" I raise my hand (the one that isn't carrying three very heavy books) to shield my face from the reflected light. The girl continues to look at her shoes.
"Uh, um…that is…uh…not that you sh-shouldn't know!" She waves her hands in front of her face, completely flustered, dropping her books. She hastily picks them back up, and we continue on our little "stroll". "But, um, this school used to b-be an all-boys-school, and um, that's why th-there are so many boys."
Why didn't I know this? Oh, yeah, because my foster parents didn't bother to do any research on this school. (but I didn't do anything either, so I can't really blame them)
My parents had passed away when I was an infant. Actually, I never knew my father, I suppose he could be alive somewhere. Just not searching for me. How nice.
So, for a while (just about my whole life) I've been staying with a variety of foster homes, few of which I found even remotely tolerable. They either completely smothered me, or acted like I wasn't there. Neither of which I wanted.
I'm like a chameleon. I fit in anywhere, but, sometimes I just like being in the back. The person that everybody knows is there, but doesn't talk to. But at least they acknowledge my presence.
Where was I? Oh, yeah. So, after a few tolerable foster homes, I finally came to a residence that was rich. And I mean completely loaded. Why they would even want to waste their time with a foster child is beyond me, but that was probably the best home yet. (not because of the money, I'm not shallow) but because the people there treated me like their real daughter. No awkwardness, no stupid questions, just….a real home. So, when it came time for my freshman year, they agreed to send me to a very prestigious boarding school. Equipped with clean bathrooms, dorms, etc.
Of course, they were sad to do this, but I was the one who suggested it. I hadn't wanted to get too attached to this family, it would just hurt too much when it came time to send me to yet another foster home.
So, here I am. Naruto Uzumaki. (As of now) Newest female student at V. H. L. High school (that stands for Village Hidden in the Leaves High School. Cool name, huh?)
"Um….are you okay?" The purple haired girl stares at me from her pearl colored eyes.
"Huh? Oh, yeah….heh…sorry, I just sorta zoned out there." The girl lets out a sigh of relief. "Oh, and my name is Naruto Uzumaki, by the way."
The other girl smiles and says, "Hinata. Th-that is…uh…my name is Hinata Hyuuga."
"Well then, do you live here? At the school, I mean."
"Yes. I do."
"Cool.."
"Uh…yes…it is…"
"Yep…"
"…"
"…"
"S-so, do you live in the dorms, too, Naruto?"
"Yep, I sure do!" I yell, glad that she was talking again.
"Uh, which one?"
"I don't know." I grin at her.
"…"
"I already moved all my stuff in already, but, that doesn't mean I know where it is. I guess I should've remembered, huh?"
Hinata doesn't get a chance to stammer out an answer because right when we are about to enter the girl's dorm, a herd of girls (made out of about 10 of them) pour out of the building to crowd around the boys' dorm entrance, screaming their heads off.
"Wuzzat?" I mutter. I see the group of girls are surrounding something, a person maybe, and slowly following it, until finally the "target" goes inside of the office, which the pack of fangirls crowd into shortly afterward, leaving a very stunned Hinata and myself standing outside.
"That was weird." I say as I open the entrance door to the girl's dorms.
"Quite." Hinata nods as we get into an elevator and step out onto the second floor of the dorms. Finally, after walking down the deserted hallway, we come to the door of a room. The number says 2-7. "Th-this is it. You can stop carrying my books now."
"Oh, um, kay." I hand her them. Then she tells me she hopes to talk to me again soon, then we say goodbye and that's the end of that.
I walk along the hallway till I recognize my dorm number. Actually, I don't so much as recognize it, as experience a major déjà vu moment. Like I'd seen it before, and when I reach into my pocket to take out my dorm key, it fits in the lock. So, I guess I found my room.
I peek inside, and see a phone hanging on the wall, a laptop sitting on my bed, and a door that leads to an enormous closet( where I already stashed all of my stuff). The laptop and phone aren't mine, so…wow, this school must loaded, too. They must have supplied it to all the students!
There is also a large, white door across from my bed, but I pay no attention to it as I take in the new room.
Excitedly, I jump on the bed, and turn on the laptop. Wonder if I get internet… And a large pop up suddenly appears.
"SIGN UP ON OUR INSTANT MESSAGING PROGRAM!"
I try exiting out of it, but it keeps coming back so I finally read the whole thing. Turns out its some pilot program where each student has a screen name and communicates with other students. It's supposed to promote "social interaction". I press 'ok'. Now to choose a screen name….hhhmm…
Finally, after going through about a thousand possible names in my head, I settle for Ramenrox1010 (because ramen really does rock, and 1010 stands for my birthday, which is on October 10th.)
As soon as I sign in, an extremely long list of screen names shows up on my "buddy list" under the category of "Schoolmates"
Pretty self explanatory. Most are offline, but a few students are on. I click on a random name and send them a message.
Ramenrox1010: Hello!!
After a couple minutes of no response. I try again.
Ramenrox1010: Yo!!
I wait just a bit longer
Ramenrox1010: Yo!!!
Why wasn't the other guy answering? The pop up had said that as soon as you turn on your laptop it would automatically sign you on, same with turning off the laptop. So, the guy must be there….
Ramenrox1010!!!
Ramenrox1010!!!
Ramenrox1010!!!
Ramenrox1010!!!
Ramenrox1010!!!
TheAvenger678: the hell?
The Avenger678: stop that, idiot!!
Ramenrox1010: Why didn't you answer for 20 min.?
TheAvenger678: I have better things to do than sit in front of my laptop waiting for some annoying person to pester me with even more annoying messages.
Ramenrox1010: that was a pretty long message there.
Ramenrox1010: and im not an idiot.
TheAvenger678: I'm afraid I must disagree.
Ramenrox1010: I never thought it was possible for a person to be so conceited over instant messaging…
Ramenrox1010: but you sure proved me wrong
TheAvenger678: you don't have to break up every damn sentence you know.
Ramenrox1010: of course I do!! How could I not?
TheAvenger678: oh, let's see….you could possibly just not click 'enter' every few seconds
Ramenrox1010: was that sarcastic?
TheAvenger678: …
Ramenrox1010: …
TheAvenger678: you can't be serious
Ramenrox1010: of course I wasn't!! I was just testing you….
Ramenrox1010: bastard.
TheAvenger678: whatever, dobe.
Ramenrox1010: o.o
Ramenrox1010: (
TheAvenger678: loser.
Ramenrox1010: how harsh
Ramenrox1010: maybe you shouldn't be so quick to judge people, Avenger
TheAvenger678: now you really can't be serious. Are you telling me not to judge you? You called me a bastard!! How's that for judging fast?
Ramenrox1010: ch.
Ramenrox1010 has signed off.
TheAvenger678: dobe
The Avenger 678 has signed off
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"The seating arrangements are on the board." Jiraiya, the English teacher, states to the class.
After staring at it for a while, I go to the seat that I think is mine, and sit down. Still no girls in sight.
Damn.
"Oh!" I hear a light voice say beside me. I know that voice!
"Hinata!" I cry happily as I see her sit in front of me. "You're in this class, too?"
She nods weakly. I give her a thumbs up sign.
However, even after everybody finds their seats, the teacher still doesn't do anything besides read a book with a very ….vulgar image on the cover.
"Teacher?" Some kid speaks up. Jiraiya reluctantly lifts up his head from the book and stares at him.
"Hm."
"We're all here. And seated, too."
"I see."
"So teach us something." The rest of the class is silent. They don't want to get on this teacher's bad side, I'm sure.
"Fine, fine, little brats." He mutters under his breath. Then he walks down the aisles of desks, passing out worksheets.
Luckily it's easy, so I finish early, leaving about half an hour of class left. Therefore….as quietly as I can, I sneak a bag of chips out of my backpack and start eating.
"Hey." The boy sitting exactly diagonal from me whispers. His hair is up in two separate patches of spiky-ness, and he's slightly chubby.
"Ya?" I lean forward to hear him.
"Can I have some?" He points to the bag of chips. I nod and hand him the bag, which he grabs loudly.
"Hey, can I have them back now?" I ask after a few minutes, but I realize the chubby boy had eaten all of them. I give an exaggerated sigh and lean back.
"So troublesome." The boy next to me sighs. His hair is pinned up in a brunette ponytail. His head is flat on the desk. Trying to sleep, maybe?
"Maybe you should finish that worksheet?" I say to him, noticing none of the answers are filled in.
"Too much trouble." But even as he says that, his pencil moves and before I know it, all the answer lines are filled.
"Whoa."
"Yeah, Shikamaru is the smartest kid ever." The diagonal boy says to me proudly.
"And Chouji is….well, Chouji likes chips." Shikamaru says lazily.
However, the boy, Chouji, doesn't seem offended by this statement, just amused, so he turns back around and finishes his worksheet.
Then it hits me. I have my laptop! Why don't I just chat with somebody? There's a ping sound whenever a message is sent or received, but I can just turn off the sound.
I take it out of my desk, and turn it on keeping it out of sight from Jiraiya. I glance around, and see that several other students are doing the same.
Ramenrox1010 has signed on.
Right when I sign on, I recognize the name of the guy I talked to yesterday.
Ramenrox1010: yo, man!
Ramenrox1010: still as silent as ever….
Ramenrox1010: hello?!?!?
Ramenrox1010?!?!?!?!?
Ramenrox1010!?!?!?!
TheAvenger678: leave me alone already
Ramenrox1010: there you are!
TheAvenger678: I am doing work right now, go away
Ramenrox1010: too bad
Ramenrox1010: im staying
TheAvenger678: fine, but stop IMing me. I'm in the library.
Ramenrox1010: so?
TheAvenger678: even you must have been in a library once in your life
Ramenrox1010: ya, so?
TheAvenger678: what do people do in a library?
Ramenrox1010: work and read
TheAvenger678: and be quiet.
Ramenrox1010: o
TheAvenger678: yeah
TheAvenger678: and you are distracting me from my work.
Ramenrox1010: cool
TheAvenger678: no, it's not.
Ramenrox1010: it kind is
Ramenrox1010: that it, at least for me
Ramenrox1010: haha
Ramenrox1010: lol
TheAvenger678: please stop
Ramenrox1010: make me
Ramenrox1010: XP
TheAvenger678: if you don't stop, I will.
Ramenrox1010: you no fun
Ramenrox1010: avenger no fun
Ramenrox1010: (
TheAvenger678: too bad, dobe
Ramenrox1010: don't call me that!!
TheAvenger678: I think I will, then
TheAvenger678: if it really does bother you that much
Ramenrox1010: teme
TheAvenger678: go away now. I'm almost finished with this project
Ramenrox1010: ….fine. class is over aniwaz
Ramenrox1010 has signed off
Jerk.
Like I just said, class has ended, and students pour out the door to their next class.
Mine should be….uh….Global Studies, yea, that was it.
So I march into the class, and look to the board, but there is no seating arrangement. I just walk to the back and sit down in the very last seat in the back, and the closest one to the window.
After a few seconds, I hear a bunch of squeals coming from the direction of the door, and then the mob of fangirls I saw earlier crowd into the room, still surrounding something. Something that chooses the seat right next to me. A few of the girls turn their heads and glare at me through narrowed eyes, but they don't say anything, they just hurriedly try to take a seat next to the person they were surrounding.
Said person has extremely pale skin. Not quite what I would call "unhealthy" pale, but more like a creamy pale. Their eyes are pitch black, and their hair is put up in blue-ish black spikes that defy gravity. What is strange, is that I am sure this person was a girl, but she is wearing a boy's uniform. A second year boy's uniform.
"Hello, there." I smile at the new girl. She simply stares blankly ahead. "I'm Naruto, I'm new here." I say louder. Definitely loud enough for the girl to hear me. A few of the fangirls glare at me (again) and whisper amongst themselves.
"Uh…so, if you're a girl, why are you wearing a boy's uniform?" At this, I hear a few gasps from the other girls, but finally the raven haired girl turns her head towards me.
"I'm a guy." She…uh…he says through clenched teeth. In fact, now that I can see "his" face more clearly, he does look less girly. But just a little. He still looks so fragile, though. (Girly-man)
"Oh…dude, sorry, that's my bad." I wave my hands frantically in front of my face as sort of a flustered apology. He isn't buying it.
"Yes. It is your fault." He says in a monotone voice, then turns back to stare at the board.
Even though it was my fault for mistaking him for a girl, he doesn't have to be so rude about it.
I feel a small hint of anger rising inside of me. And, I'm about to say a quite "colorful" reply, when I decide to just choke it down and glare angrily out the window to vent my anger. Can't risk having the fangirls kick my ass for scaring the little ice princess. (Not that they wouldn't already for my saying he was a girl)
I've been staring out the window for about half an hour now, and finally I hear the door open, and the teacher walks in. His hair is grey and is slanted to on side of his head. A white bandage covers one of his eyes and half of the rest of his face.
Of course, I think that's what he looked like…kinda hard to see him when there were about a dozen little purple dots filling my gaze. Minor side-effect from staring into the sun for too long. Hehe.
"Yo. You may call me Kakashi." He gives the class a wink and a wave. I can't tell if he's smiling, but that doesn't really matter anyways.
"You're late!" Half the class yells in unison.
"Yes, yes, I know, but you see, I…." so he goes into a very long and detailed explanation of why he was late, which, by the way, nobody in the class buys anyways, so I just zone out.
He must be about halfway through his explanation when I decide to pass the "boy" next to me a note. Slowly, I rip off a medium sized piece of paper and write:
Hey, kid, I'm sorry about the whole "girl" thing.
I throw it at his head, so he doesn't get a chance to pretend he doesn't notice it. I see him pick it up and read it, with no expression. (Like, at all. Is he void of all emotions?) Then, he simply stashes it inside his desk.
Okay then.
So much for that method of apology. Is what I think exactly as I feel a little rolled up bit of paper his me on the cheek. I quickly glance in the "boy"'s direction, but he's just staring forward….again.(For this one, I'm putting a "1" when it is Sasuke responding, and a "2" when it is Naruto….okay? Just so you know.)
1 I'm not a kid. I'm a second year student here, so treat me as your superior.
What?! Who does he think he is? He might as well have added a : as you would have anyways even if I was in your year. At the end of that sentence!
I write furiously:
2 The hell, man? If you're so 'superior' why are you in the same class as me? (A first year student)
I toss it at his head a little harder this time. This time, he has to bend down to pick it up.
1 Listen, idiot, just because the school administration can' t handle the simple task of putting the students in the right classes, doesn't mean you're smarter than me. (especially since you don't look it anyways)
My jaw drops a little on this one. So, he really wasn't supposed to be in this class, then? Or is he trying to say that I shouldn't belong in this class? Be clear in your meaning, jackass!!
2 Well, I'm sure if you went up to the office right now, you could probably just flirt your way in order to get the schedule you 'deserve' you look enough like a girl to do it!
I grin as I see him raise his eyebrows a bit at this response. Some emotion at last.
1 Even if I was a girl, at least I would be prettier than you. You look like a boy with your short hair and those stupid whisker things on the side of your face.
Wait. Was he admitting that he looked like a girl? The fact that he called me a boy didn't offend me that much, I get it pretty often. Not like I'm a tomboy or anything, but from the back I look like a boy, but if you saw my face, you'd know I was a girl. Kinda weird, but I learned to live with it.
2 Why don't we just switch uniforms and see what people think? Hmm? Would you be up for that?
I actually hope that he agrees. It would be hilarious. For me at least.
1 No way! What would make you think that I would even consider that?
Boredom.
2 You know, it takes a man so secure in his masculinity to wear a skirt.
Maybe flattery will get him to agree….
1 You're even more of an idiot that I thought you were if you think I would fall for that.
Or not.
2 Fine. Be a sissy, don't wear the skirt!!
1 Yeah. Because wearing the skirt would make it so I wasn't?
2 Ha! I just got you to admit you were a sissy!
I did!! I tricked him good!!
1 Then it was pretty stupid of you to send this note back, then
Huh? What did he mean by that.
2 Huh?
I lightly toss the message back. I don't need to aim for the face now that I have his full attention, but as soon as he reads it, he smirks and glances my way.
I'm caught off guard, because I have no idea what he is about to do. But, of course, he has to completely spell it out for me as he mouths, "Because of this." And rips the note into pieces, then stores them in his coat pocket.
Did he really just do that? I never thought he would sink to my level and do something as immature as tearing up a note just because it said he was a sissy.
However, his fangirls are all looking quite smug now. Now, that is, that I am no longer sneaking note to their beloved …uh…well, I don't know his name but whatever. They had really been starting to bug me with all of their obsessive glowering.
It seems weird, but it's almost as if I have already talked to this guy before….the smug attitude and blunt answers I got from him seemed so ….well, familiar, but I just can't put my finger on it…maybe I'll ask Avenger678 later if he knows anything about this guy. Yeah….he might not like me bothering him ( if it really was a him, I'm not sure about that either…) but who cares. It was my plan.
Ya…so, that's it so far. In case it wasn't clear, Sasuke is TheAvenger678….okay? Just, wanted to make sure everybody knew that before moving on to further chapters. Oh, and I'm putting Sakura and some other characters in the next chap. Please read and review!!