A/N: This is my first ever attempt at writing my imaginations in paper. Please be kind? :V

Chapter 1: It started with a kiss

In life, you never really see the story until it has ended. And then you ask yourself – how did I get to this point? And you think backwards, seeing in your mind's eye what events caused what, and how in retrospect, everything always points back to the naïveté of childhood. I couldn't blame myself, I was 12! Of course, I didn't know then.

It was that fateful day, October the 15th, that I could point to and say "That's when it all began." Of course, I had met him before that. It's difficult not to notice that blonde shock of hair and those clear blue eyes that speak to your soul and drown you. But I'll leave that part for later. My story – our story – began on October 15th.

It had been our orientation day; and I had little on my mind other than revenge. All the other kids were busy talking to each other, laughing, bickering, gossiping. I hated them all equally. They all possessed those which I can never have. A childhood. A family. A normal future.

I sat in that room, my elbows resting on the table and my hands forming an arc just below my nose. I was remembering the last time I watched Itachi practice throwing kunai's. I was so proud of him, and perhaps a little jealous. He had been my idol, but he is now my mortal enemy. My heart was burning with the thought of wanting to surpass him – to defeat him.

And it was then that my thoughts were interrupted by the high pitched squeal of a pink haired girl.

"Sasuke-kun," her voice was sickeningly sweet. "Can I sit next to you?"

"What?" I was irritated.

"What do you mean what?!" It was that blonde boy. He looked incredulous. I didn't notice he was sitting beside me; but then again I didn't notice anyone.

"Tch." Insolent fools. I couldn't care less about any of them. I resumed my sulking.

I had been lost in thoughts for some time again when a strange whiff of scent tickled my senses. I looked blinked as I stared at large cerulean blue eyes tried to stare me down. He was doing a bad job at it.

The blonde boy in bright orange jumpsuit was squatting on top of my table; his face just mere inches from mine.

What the hell was this drop out thinking?! How dare he defy my space! I stared him back with my perfected death glare.

The obnoxious bastard just narrowed his eyes even more and looked even more idiotic. And what scent is that?! He smells so...so...

And those were my thoughts when it happened.

It took me a second to realize what was happening -a second that seemed to last forever.

My first thoughts had been So soft.. so warm?...and so MOIST?!

I blinked and blue eyes just about an inch from mine blinked right back.

I don't know how it happened but it's happening. I started to panic.

I think so did he, because at that moment, our bodies realized it forgot to breathe and all our dazed brain could muster was to try to get air into our systems.

We were both taking small gasps of air through our noses, our minds too dazed to break our lip lock.

Each gasp brought his scent deeper into my system. I couldn't pinpoint what exactly he smelled like but it seemed so strong, and so primal. It gave me the intuition that this scent was something I've always known; something I'll always...desire?!

I broke the kiss and grasped my neck with both hands.

What the hell just happened?! I am Sasuke Uchiha! I live only for revenge! Desire my ass! What the hell did this bastard just make me think?!

"Naruto, you bastard! I will kill you!" I sputtered as I tried to breathe in and dilute his scent from my system.

"Ahh! My mouth is rotting!" Naruto squealed.

I would have sent him another death glare but he was already getting beat up by that pink haired girl.

I stalked away and went to the men's room to wash my face. There's no sense in washing his scent off. You'll always remember.I inwardly cursed my keen sense of smell and sharp memory.

I am Sasuke Uchiha. I live only for revenge. I told myself. I had no intention of allowing myself to be blindsided by other emotions such as confusion or embarassment. Uchihas never get embarassed. They never allow themselves to be in an embarassing situation.

I went back with an expressionless face and found myself sitting beside the pink haired girl. Naruto was sitting on the other side of her and sported a swollen face. Serves him.

A little after I came back, Iruka-sensei told us about how we were going to be grouped into threes and mentored by a Jounin. I was put in team 7 with Haruno Sakura and Uzumaki Naruto. It was already a burden to be put into a 3 man team but to be put with a stalker and that boy.

I shot Naruto a look and said "Just don't get in my way."

A/N: I really need a beta reader. Someone help an amateur writer please? :O