Sasuke? Not mine. Naruto? Nope, not mine either. Technically, the only thing that's mine in his story is Sasuke's high school uniform. Yum. MINE, GET AWAY! snarl

It feels very awkward to start out the story in the very beginning, when the boys had absolutely nothing for each other. I feel frustrated with them. But… a good story deserves a good start. We'll take it nice and slow.

Enjoy.

1. The first day.

The morning sun shone stubbornly through the window, passing the blinds without a second glance. Rolling away from the troubling fact that it was, indeed, morning, Sasuke attempted to forget what day it was. But no luck there. It pounded against the shell of his skull in the most annoying manner.

The covers of the bed fell away as he sat up, gazing blankly into the wall of his apartment. Sasuke Uchiha, son of the famous millionaire doctor. Why was he living in this low-life place? He could probably afford better. Great things were expected out of him, always. Everyone had already decided that he'd go to the best University. They asked him if he'd wanted a better arrangement. But he refused the offers flatly, and turned to the normal life of a high-school boy living in Tokyo. It was a drag, but inside his heart, Sasuke was content. At least for a while. Later, he'd decide which way to go. He didn't need to lean on other people to walk. He could do it fine by himself.

Sighing softly, he got up and stumbled into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. A few minutes later, toast popped up, and he spread some jam over it absent mindedly, staring out of the window at the looming buildings. After this, he proceeded to pull out his new high-school uniform. Sasuke stared at the white shirt for a long time, thinking over how he'd look in it. The dress-code was simple enough, and without so much design as for the junior-high clothes. Sasuke liked this better – he didn't care much for showing off his looks, although looks he had, and not one girl had yet been able to resist looking at him at least one more time, just to catch his deep, dark, opal eyes. Just to see his tall, lean, figure, standing there like a statue, undaunted by the limits of time and space – a sculpture of one's fantasies come to life.

As he got dressed Sasuke foresaw the day ahead of him. First day of high school. It would be so terribly boring. The girls would swoon right and left of him, the teachers would praise his smarts, and the guys would ignore him in the way all gentlemen should – secretly bubbling with hatred and jealousy from afar. It was all old school; literarily.

A bus ride, a walk, and the famous Mr.Uchiha stood in front of his new High School. The front yard burst with students. All of them were top-notch of course; no idiot would get into this good of a school without the best marks. But that didn't make them any more mature. The first girl that laid eyes on Sasuke quickly tapped the shoulder of her friend, and they both began to approach him, their faces shining with definite blush. Groaning quietly the boy began making his way through the large crowd of the other students. Losing the girls was only a part of the game. Finding the front door in this traffic jam of people was another matter entirely.

"Oh, wow, I can't believe this, It's Sasuke Uchiha! Sasuke Uchiha! Oh my god, we're going to attend the same high school! No way!" a girl's voice, from somewhere far off. Sasuke sped up desperately, but suddenly, in a flash of pink, a girl appeared in front of him. Her red and embarrassed face locked onto his. She had short, pink hair, and brilliant green eyes that seemed to eat him up.

"H-hi Uchiha-san." she mumbled shortly, adding a small bow.

"Hi…" Sasuke said absentmindedly, stepping to the side to go around her, but she followed him like a shadow.

"I've heard so much about you! I mean... Wow, I'm so glad we'll be going to the same school!" she seemed giddy with glee. Sasuke couldn't say he shared the same feelings.

"I'm uh… I'm Sakura Haruno." The girl said.

"Nice to meet you." Sasuke climbed the steps to the school.

"Yes… Uh, Uchiha-kun, wait!" Sakura didn't leave him, even as he entered the building. She followed his footsteps like a lost puppy, gazing up into the back of his head fondly.

"Is there something you need?" Sasuke spun around so suddenly, she almost bumped into him. His black eyes stared down into hers coldly. Sakura flinched.

"Hey, what's your problem?" a daring voice came from the side. A boy approached the two. He walked tall, his shoulders thrust out behind him, his chest foreword. His eyes were sharp crystal blue, and his blonde hair stood up on its ends, creating a rather spiky effect. Three cut-marks grew along both of his cheeks, looking somewhat like whiskers. "She's trying to be nice to ya!" he glowered at Sasuke, who merely stared back at him, hiding his immense surprise for the boy's rash actions.

"Nothing is my problem. Why are you in my business?" Sasuke grunted, not really wanting to argue right this moment. Sakura didn't take too well to his defense.

"That's right! It's not your business, so get out!" she said defiantly. "Who do you think you are? This is Sasuke Uchiha!"

The blonde peered into Sasuke's eyes suspiciously. "Oh? Am I supposed to care? And I'm Naruto Uzumaki."

Who the hell is this joke and why is he staring at me this way? Sasuke's habit of keeping his inner thoughts to himself remained true. He snorted, turned around and began to make his way down the hall, heading for his classroom.

"Uchiha-kun, wait!"

Sasuke clenched his jaw and stopped. "What?" as asked, straining himself to remain calm.

"Uh… Can I walk with you? We're going in the same direction as it would seem!" Sakura's voice was cheery despite his unfriendly manner to her. Sasuke didn't bother to turn around and glance at her, but nodded curtly and continued on his way. The halls were unusually silent, with everyone still outside, willing to enjoy the nice, warm, weather. Sakura dealt with this for a few minutes of their walk, than attempted to start a conversation.

"That Uzumaki is a real jerk." She said, just loud enough for Sasuke to hear. "What right did he have to go around accusing you like that?"

"Yeah." Sasuke said, without much enthusiasm.

"I mean, it's pretty stupid of him to cut in like that. Did you see those scars on his cheeks? Nasty. And his unbuttoned shirt? That's really low, he should take better care of his clothes! I bet he's already gotten himself into a fight by now." Sakura made an attempt to walk by Sasuke's side, but he sped up just as quickly, leaving her behind him. Taking the hint, the girl continued on with the conversation. Or at least she attempted to, when at last the door to Sasuke's classroom showed up on the left of the hallway, in front of some windows that gave a view into the school's front yard.

"Uchiha-kun? Oh, you're in this class-room too? I can't believe it!" Sakura's excitement was, perhaps, just as large as Sasuke's irritation upon hearing this news. She followed Sasuke to a desk and sat down by him, her green eyes inspecting him with interest.

"What? You two are really that slow?" a familiar voice came from the classroom window. Naruto sat there, perched comfortably on the thin windowsill. He grinned triumphantly up at Sasuke, who was unaware of the race. The dark-haired boy shook his head lightly, as if to say 'What a fool.' And opened his backpack, taking out a book. Naruto jumped down, coming up to him and Sakura.

"So you're the Uchiha all of the girls are talking about. I don't know what their deal is, you're really nothing special." The blonde poked Sasuke's forehead. For a moment, the calm face was replaced with a scowl.

"Don't touch me." He snapped, pushing Naruto's hand away sharply. "I'm not interested in your stupid games. Leave me alone."

"Touché." Naruto mumbled, sounding hurt.

Sakura stood up defiantly, but before she could get a word in, another girl that appeared behind her back like a ghost pushed the pink-haired one aside and glared at Naruto.

"You will NOT say anything bad about Uchiha-san!" she snarled. Her blue eyes bore into Naruto's. Her hair was short and blonde, up in a high ponytail. Her short-cut skirt twirled as she moved.

"Ino!" Sakura seemed outraged. "I was taking care of it just fine! There was no need to barge in!"

"Well you obviously weren't, if you let this creep touch Uchiha-san!"

"You're pathetic, Ino. I wasn't going to let him get away with it!"

"But you did. You didn't react fast enough!"

"Yes I did! If you hadn't come barging in--"

Naruto watched the two go at it for a while, then turned at grinned mischievously at Sasuke.

"I feel sorry for ya. They must be so annoying."

Sasuke pursed his lips and glared, but he could not deny the truth. The blonde idiot was right.

"What did you say?" a voice snapped. Ino and Sakura both spun around to face him. "You're gonna pay for that, scum-bag!"

Naruto backed away, carefully, putting up his hands in a sign of defense. "Um… N-nothing?"

Sasuke watched them chase Naruto around the classroom in a hurricane of fury. He sighed, about to return to his book, when he heard voices right behind him. A couple of guys were talking about someone. Uzumaki?

"Yeah, he's a knucklehead alright. But he's got so much spunk you wouldn't believe it. I've heard that the stories go about his being cursed. His life is doomed to be one of a thief and a murderer. And I swear, with the way he acts now, that's just how it's going to turn out."

Sasuke made no move to turn around to get a better hearing angle. His head digested the new information. So the Uzumaki idiot was doomed to a life of a bandit. That's probably where the scar was from. These days, the 'curses' in Tokyo city circled only around the street gangs. But once one took place, it stuck for life. Was it really true? Was this boy expected to come out as a low-life?

Sasuke flipped the page of his book without much interest. This year might actually be somewhat more exciting than the last. Well, the girls might still be after him like a pack of starving hyenas, but at least the company of his class-mates were more than just a few gentlemen. A quick look around told Sasuke that a lot of interesting characters have gathered. At last, with the bell's ring, a teacher entered the class-room, yawning loudly.

It was yet another oddity – a tall silver-haired male, wearing a headband that ran over his left eye. He also wore a ninja mask that covered half of his face, leaving only his right eye in view. Sasuke lifted his eyebrows, observing as he stepped up to the desk.

"Hello there, class. I'm glad you're all here today. Take your seat now; we'd want to get started soon." He announced in a cheerful voice. Everyone simply stared back at him, not responding. Sakura acted first, sliding in onto her chair behind the desk. The rest of the classroom followed suit.

"Good. Now we'll start with introductions. My name is Kakashi Hatake. You have to call me Senpai. I enjoy sleeping, and reading." From his bag he took out a small book and placed it on the desk. A few students exchanged looks of curiosity.

Kakashi Hatake sat down on the edge of his desk and took a clipboard, brining up to his eyes. "Akimichi Choji, you're up." He called out. The boy from the back row somehow got out of his chair and stumbled foreword down the row, towards the blackboard. And so it began.

The list went down quickly enough, and each of the students seemed to have something to say. Sasuke had early on noticed that sitting in the front row was a bad idea. Every girl seemed to find it extremely comfortable to stare at him while she talked. Avoiding their starving eyes as much as possible, Sasuke tuned out and stared at the window.

"Hello, my name is Sakura Haruno. It's very nice to meet you all. My hobbies are studying, and going to the mall. I don't really dislike anything except for annoying idiots, and the things I like are…" her green eyes shifted towards the raven-haired one that was barely a meter away. "Um… I like a lot of things."

"My name is Naruto Uzumaki." Sasuke's frozen gaze suddenly shifted. He gazed at the confident face that stood in front of the blackboard. "My hobbies are hanging out around the city and eating Ramen. I dislike stuck-up people, and I like Ramen." A big grin followed this impressive speech. Naruto took his spot right behind Sasuke.

"Sasuke Uchiha." Kakashi's voice was monotone, as with all of the others he'd called forth, but all around the room, little gasps of excitement rose. Sasuke got up silently and stepped foreword. He didn't care about how he'd make himself look in front of the others. He didn't particularly care about his social status. He had his own goals to achieve, and concerning himself with the opinions of others was not on the 'To do' list.

"My name is Sasuke Uchiha." Even thought he spoke quietly, everyone could still hear him. The room fell silent, catching his every word like gold coins. "I don't have any hobbies. I don't really like anything. I do dislike a certain person, though." He slid back into his seat, ignoring the hushed whispers of astonishment. Many suspicious gazes were directed at Naruto, and Sasuke restrained himself from grinning.

No, Naruto, unfortunately, I don't care for you at all. Liking or disliking. You are not worth my emotions. No idiot could possibly fit in there. I have enough to think about without you.

Enough.

"Uchiha-kun?"

Sasuke looked up at Sakura, who stood in front of his table, her lunch box gripped tightly, worry written all over her face. She blushed deeply under his stern look.

"C-can I have lunch with you?"

She's sly. Barging in at the first opportunity, before the crowd gathers. Thought Sasuke.

"It's Sasuke."

"Huh? Oh, um, alright, Sasuke-kun. May I?" Sakura asked hopefully.

The boy shrugged. "It doesn't matter to me." he said impassively, and Sakura immediately plopped down on the chair next to him. Her face could light up any dark tunnel at that moment, as she unwrapped her lunch, took out her chopsticks, and began to eat. Sasuke ignored her presence, for the most part, only nodding briefly whenever she began to rant about something. Finally, the pink-haired one seemed to cease all tries of starting a conversation, and ate in silence. Sasuke only then began to think that this, could, perhaps be one of the better lunches – since every other girl stayed away from him and Sakura, and Sakura kept her trap shut. But then, of all things that could have possibly happen, Naruto appeared.

"Hey, Sakura-Chan!" he said, waving at them with one hand and holding an empty Ramen cup with the other as he came closer.

Sakura uttered a groan that appeared to be a growl. "What do you want Naruto-kun?"

"Nothing much. It looks like you're having fun over here." Naruto's blue eyes found Sasuke's. They seemed to shine with laughter. "Or maybe not. You're not too talkative, are you?" he turned to Sakura once again. "You can come hang out with me. I'm much more exciting then The Ice Prince here."

"No thanks." Sakura seemed to be straining to remain polite. A hard task to accomplish in Naruto's company.

Naruto pouted, than tried to shrug it off, as if it didn't really matter. He glared at Sasuke, obviously placing the blame for this failure on him. Sasuke glared back at him. After a few seconds, however, the Uchiha broke the string by turning away.

"You're not worth my time." He said simply, packing up his lunch and leaving.

Sakura mentally killed Naruto in her head while she took off after the raven-haired youth. The blonde simply stood there, then snorted, and turned to go in the opposite direction. He had Gym next, and once again, he'd have to deal with that lame Sasuke. Naruto was frustrated, and he wasn't afraid to admit it. Why did everyone only pay attention to Sasuke? He was just a last name, nothing much more. Not much character to speak of. Stuck-up, mean, cold-hearted. No humor whatsoever. Just looks. Looks and expectations.

Naruto snarled.

Expectations. It's what everyone had. His were abnormally low. But he would prove to everyone he was not a failure. He would rise to the top and make them all respect him as a person, not an outcast. He would make them all realize!

"Line up, class, hurry, I don't have all day." The teacher said tiredly, waving over to the left side of the GYM. The students scurried over, lining up and getting ready to run.

"Boys first."

The girls of the class took a step back. All were extremely happy for the fact that they'd get to watch Sasuke run. The eyes focused on the tall and lean Uchiha, who was flexing his knees casually. Right beside him was Naruto, a determined, but at the same time frustrated scowl on his face. He glared at Sasuke sideways, but the boy didn't return the look. His gaze was focused steadily ahead.

"Sasuke-san is going to win! I know it!"

"He always wins. He's the fastest!"

"Yeah, no one can beat Sasuke-san!"

"C'mon, Uchiha!"

Naruto glanced over his shoulder, growling at the cheering girls. "Hey, would you be quiet? He's not all that great, anyways!"

"What did you say?"

"Baka!"

"Shuddup, idiot! You don't know anything!"

The teacher sighed, brushing the bangs back from his head. He looked up at the ceiling. It appeared to be that the emotions were running high in this class. No one seemed to be focusing on the real objective. He raised his whistle to his lips and blew, hard.

The boys took off. Shoes thudded against the wooden floor. They collided together, dashing across to the other side of the GYM. The lot immediately took on the shape of a triangle, the slowest ones on the side in the back, the fastest ones closer to the point. Sasuke Uchiha led it, with Naruto Uzumaki just a step behind him. Behind them, cheers of eager fan girls could be heard.

"Not so tough now, are you, Uchiha?" Naruto grinned, catching up and falling in step with Sasuke. Sasuke didn't respond. Reaching the end of the GYM, he leaned down, made a sharp turn, and then began running back to the point where they'd started. Naruto wasn't so lucky. He slid back a bit too far and ended up having to push himself to catch up again. They raced for the finish line. The blonde's hand came out, trying to push the raven-haired boy's hand back, right as Sasuke's foot collided with Naruto's tripping him. Yelling out in surprise, they fell down onto the floor. Someone leapt over them, crossing the finish line. The startled boys looked up at the unexpected winner.

Tall and dark-haired with extremely long and odd eyebrows, he grinned back at them triumphantly. The girls stared back in shock and dismay.

"Rock Lee wins this match!" he announced to the girls, who cast him killer glances. He walked up to Sakura, looking like an Olympic champion. "I've heard that your name is Sakura Haruno. I saw how well you answered that question in math. You're really smart. Now that I've shown you that I'm better than the Uchiha, will you please go out with me?"

Half the class gaped at him. The boys stopped their panting for a while to make sure that they weren't hearing things. The girls just stood there, speechless.

"I… I…" Sakura seemed to choke on her own words. "OF COURSE NOT!" her fist, fast and hard came out, punching Lee right in the face, making him stumble backwards and fall onto his butt. Her eyes ablaze, the girl glared at him. "How dare you!"

While this uncanny turn-out was happening, Naruto pushed Sasuke away irritably.

"You cheated!"

"Did not, idiot, you were the one who pushed me!" the black-haired boy shook his head and stood up, walking over to a corner to shake the dust off of his GYM T-shirt. He then proceeded to staring at the one who'd beat him. Rock Lee. The Uchiha's opal eyes narrowed. So there was someone worthy of his attention. Someone he could take as a rival worthy of beating. He would have to work hard to surpass this odd guy with the fuzzy eyebrows.

"Sasuke-kun?" Sakura's voice startled him. The girl stood by his side, a worried look on her face. "Are you alright? Did you fall? I'm going to kill that Naruto-baka."

"I'm fine." Sasuke mumbled, walking past her to line up for the next activity. Their teacher motioned for the class to settle down impatiently and then began to select teams for the next game. The rest of the class swept by without any further pauses, although Naruto's vain attempts to beat Sasuke in everything of course, failed.

Morning turned into afternoon, afternoon into evening. The crowd of students in the hallways slowly ebbed away. The sky began to redden. In the cool half-light of the classroom, the slim form of the Uchiha stretched, looking at the sunset. Having been selected as the leader of the class, he'd had to stay late to help plan some of the fieldtrips and the festivals. It was tiring work, but at least the people he worked with were sophisticated. They'd accepted him as a person, and did not gape at him in wonder. Maybe that was because they were stuck-up. Maybe it was because they simply concentrated on work more than anything else. In any case, by now they'd all left.

Sasuke gathered his papers, put them carefully into his bag and stood up, getting ready to leave. Locking the classroom door, he headed down the barren hallway. From behind one of the closed doors, muffled talking could be heard. It sounded like Kakashi-sensei was having a conversation with another teacher. Sasuke passed it without a second thought. He bounced down the steps and the street, towards his train ride home. Red light from the sky poured over him, and he closed his eyes lightly, enjoying the warm summer breeze. Somewhere not too far away, he heard the thudding of sneakers and a moment later Naruto dashed by him, sticking out his tongue in a teasing manner as he glanced over his shoulder. The blonde soon disappeared into horizon. Sasuke didn't speed up. He simply watched him, wondering. From the other side of the street, Sakura was waving. He cast him a smile, then turned to trot the other way, heading back home. Sasuke blinked in her direction, and continued on. The wind ruffled his black bangs gently, as if soothing him. The legendary Uchiha headed off into the sunset until the sunlight swallowed him whole.

First chapter down….. ? more to go. I'm actually gonna put more than just the Sasuke/Naruto pairing into this. I'm guessing it's a bit casual right now, not too exciting or fluffy at all. It'll get better though, I promise.