AN: This is an modern AU fic, just something I decided to write. I wanted to try my hand at something that could be related to, so just bear with me. The main story I'll be updating would be Hard Work Pays Off Sometimes, so I will really appreciate it if you check it out!

Tell me what you think of this!

After the jump!

My story starts here on the first day of high school. I had vowed to turn over a new leaf, become the person I've always wanted to be. Now was the time to change, the time to ensure everything went my way. Hell I might even become popular for once! High school is a time to live life to the fullest after all.

My name is Naruto Uzumaki. I'm Japanese, and I lived most of my life at the countryside. Right after middle school ended, my father and I had moved to the city, to Tokyo. I still remembered the first time I set foot here; How my eyes must have glinted as I took in the towering skyscrapers and the webs of highways! How I wondered at the constant bustle of traffic which continued through the night and into the wee hours of the morning!

I was fascinated to say the least. Tokyo truly was a city that never slept.

And then there were the girls.

Fascinating creatures aren't they? Girls I mean. I've seen my fair share of attractive girls in the countryside, but here in the city, they were stunning. What else can I say? The girls back home were conservative in the extreme; right here, they wear revealing miniskirts and pushup bras. They openly flout their sexuality without fear of reprise.

If you must know, I have never had a girlfriend. Not once, in my fifteen years of life. You see, I have, like any healthy boy, a very... Vivid fascination with the female body. I try my best to control it, I really do. I mean, all my friends are boys, and all seem to share the same fascination; but for most of middle school I was touted as a good for nothing pervert, and any girl I tried to approach rejected me quite violently, if I may say so. Naturally I found it unfair.

Now that I think about it, it probably started that one time, that prank the girls played on me...

It was many years ago, and I've almost forgotten about the incident. I'd just hit puberty, and started noticing this funny feeling I had in my crotch area.

It was after school, right after the bell had rung, and I was packing my back. As always, I was the last to leave class; I didn't have many friends anyway, and preferred to keep to myself.

And so, sitting alone in that deserted classroom, the faint rays of sunlight filtering in through the windows, I took out my diary, and started to fill in the 'to do' list for the day; my mother had just passed away two months prior (something about cancer, my father told me) and so all the household chores fell to me; my dad was always busy with work, always reaching home at the dead of night.

Then this girl came to my table. She was not more than two years older than me, and was sporting extremely large breasts; suffice to say it distracted me. A lot.

She had a full head of long black hair... Oh how it flowed, so soft and silky! Like water it seemed, always changing shape, always moving; it entranced me. Then there were her soft, kind eyes, aquiline nose and full lips. She was a veritable goddess! I stared at her, dumbfounded, unsure as to what I should do.

"Naruto-kun..." she purred.

Shit! That made me horny.

Gulping, I spoke tentatively, stumbling hopelessly over my words, "H-h-h-hi!"

This was a new experience for me, you must understand. The only woman I ever knew was my mother after all.

As if noticing the effect she had on me, she giggled, slinking over to me and placing her hand on my shoulder.

The moment her hand touched me, I flinched. My brain was on the verge of overloading, and I blubbered incoherently.

"Naruto-kun... I really like you, so do me a favor and... touch my breasts please..." she had whispered in a sultry tone.

Oh my god! That's some kinky shit! Just thinking about it excites me...

Blood had begun to flow freely from my nose, and I was hard pressed not to black out.

She nevertheless stuck her chest out, seeming almost proud at her bountiful assets. My attention was riveted.

Her hand traced my chest, sending jolts of pleasure up my body.

Then, my hand shot up and grasped her chest.

All of a sudden, screams could be heard. Looking outside in shock, my hand still fondling the girl's left breast, I could make out a whole group of girls yelling in rage and snapping photos.

Then the girl that had so masterfully played me promptly bashed my head, sending me to the ground. She ran out, screaming hysterically, "Uzumaki is a pervert!"

Fuck my life.

That was the beginning of the end for me. The pictures were circulated around school, and no girl ever dared associating with me. Even their boyfriends kept their eyes on me at all times, and if I even looked wrong at their significant other, they would beat me senseless.

Thinking about that makes me want to sigh. What did I ever do to deserve that?

I have already decided to turn over a new leaf. Heck, I even started to go to the gym, and I'm proud to say I can bench 225 lbs.

Here I am, standing at the gates of Konoha High School, while the sun beats down mercilessly on us poor mortals...

I find myself hard-pressed not to shout: I'm ready for anything!

But by the end of the day, it became painfully obvious being popular was harder than it looked.

AN: How was it? read and review!

I'll try to update as much as I can, but school exams coming up.