Yay!! New story!! I hope you like this one, it's a school fic i worked on a long time ago. I promise this on will be mature!! 'tents fingers as she plots against the poor boys' oh well, this chapter is mostly explaining, so bare with me. ps, PLEASE TELL ME WHAT MY SPELLING ERRORS ARE!! I'll almost never find them otherwise. (this will be posted again in the 5th one.)

His name, moaned over and over again.

His voice, crying for release.

His hands, touching anything they could.

Everything that was the other boy's belonged to him, until finally, Sasuke woke up.

It was another dream, just like the one he had last night, and the night before. How long could he keep this up? And it wasn't like it was something he could ignore, he saw Naruto everyday. At first, everything was fine, easily continuing his day as always, but now, every time he looked at the blond boy's face, the only thing Sasuke could imagine was how Naruto's face was contorted with pleasure in his dreams. It made it hard to look the other teen in the eyes. But still, once in awhile, he'd forget and stare up at the glistening blue orbs, hypnotized into visions he had the night before. Sasuke sighed and stood up, walking over to his bathroom and continuing his recent morning rituals.

After a shower (all of them cold as of late) and breakfast; the raven haired boy would slip on his black pants and clean white dress shirt, overlapping it all with a black belt and vest as the school required. Sasuke would leave the house shortly after, taking the shortcut through the alleyway so that he could avoid seeing Naruto on the main street.

As Sasuke put on his ebony tie while waking, he took in the scene of the alleyway. It was dank, and smelled of cigarette smoke and un-bathed city dwellers. Sasuke missed the bright liveliness of the main street: his friends greeting him as they joined him on the walk to school, stopping at the bakery quickly to bother owner and his wife about 'donating' a loaf of cinnamon bread to the 'needy school children'. Every time, they were set off to school, breadless.

After a few moments of voyaging down the dark passage, he appeared about 10 feet from his school, Upper Konoha High.

There were two districts in the Konoha education program, the upper and lower districts. But even though the names were meant to represent the one to the north and the other to the south, it qualified as for social class as well. The lower district was open to the public, a very ordinary school for the parents that had jobs such as carpenters, merchants, fishermen, seamstresses, and other middle class chores. The upper district was reserved for the kids of politicians and celebrities, leaving the school to become private. Sasuke's father was the chief of police and a well respected descendant of politicians in years past. When his parents died during a petty robbery, Sasuke's brother, Itachi, left and ran away from the village; leaving Sasuke all the inheritance. This alone gave the teen more than enough money needed to be in the prep school. And while most of the other kids were just wealthy born-ins that were forced to go to school everyday, one other person was like him, Naruto.

His father used to be Hokage, a formal way of calling him what summed up to be about the same rank as a governor. Naruto's father died in an assassination when he was just a baby, to young to remember anything. And since his mother died giving birth, Naruto was left alone too. They shared the same pain, the same past; that's probably what attracted Sasuke to him.

The dark-eyed boy entered past the stone entryway and into the well taken care of building, smelling clearly of floor cleaner. Sasuke's locker was in the Junior hallway along with most of his classmates (except for those who lucked out and were forced into the senior hallway due to lack of lockers). Fixing his tie so it went up to the appropriate height, he decided to hurry a little. The clock read 7 am and most of the others would arrive soon so they could hang-out before class. And since his last name was right before the person he was trying to avoid (Uchiha and Uzumaki were the only 2 U's in the 2nd year class), Sasuke knew he had to get to class before Naruto could find him.

He closed the locker quickly, attempting to turn before having to stop; the sight of the bright blond hair in the corner of his eye dragging Sasuke's attention to the boy who was waiting for him.

"Hey Sasuke! I didn't catch you this morning, Come to think of it, I never see you before school anymore."

"Yeah, I've been getting here early to do some extra work for class."

Naruto stared up at his friend. "Extra work? You're already smarter than most of our class, why do you need to do extra work?"

"None of your business."

The tan face pouted, "That attitude is why none of the girls like you."

"No, they don't like me because they know I'm not going to try to screw them on the first date."

The girls at Upper Konoha were... scarce to say the least. For every 30 guys, there was one girl. And because of the high demand, they all came out to be sluts. But unlike the other little horny teenagers at UKHS, Sasuke was out for something more. He didn't want to get involved with people that'd just be in his way; they'd be a nuisance. The girls felt soulless when they walked by, like nothing more than puppets. It was probably another reason he wanted Naruto instead.

"Ya know," the blond continued, "It's not like you're bad looking, the girls would jump you in a heartbeat if you let them."

Sasuke closed his eyes, trying to hide his aggravation. "Drop it, dobe."

"I'm just saying..." Sasuke was about to intervene when he was stopped by the sound of a girl running down the hall, crying. The golden haired boy looked at the girl in confusion. "What happened to her?"

"She got turned down by Kabuto." Shikamaru snuck up behind them, scaring Naruto a little, but only leaving Sasuke to laugh at his comment a little.

"Another one? Don't they get it that he's not interested yet?"

"Apparently not," Shikamaru answered, "that's the second one this month."

Naruto crossed his arms and put on an expression like he was thinking of something too hard. "And it's not like he's nice or anything. It must just be for looks."

"Nah, his looks are pretty average, it's just that he acts cool."

At Shikamaru's response Naruto uncrossed his arms and nodded, "Yeah, I guess so," But past the other boy's pony-tailed head was another male with a pony-tail, only his was white. Kabuto walked down the hallways with a nonchalant step to him, no expression on his face and his hands in his pockets. Sasuke himself hadn't heard the older teen talk much. Them being in separate classes contributed to this, but even with his friends in the halls or at lunch, he barely said a word. Everything about him seemed to just find every way to not stand out. But despite this, he was still one of the more popular kids, getting whatever he wanted from whoever he wanted. One of these people was a teacher at the lower district, Orochimaru. Apparently, he was supposed to be some genius who's theories were called crazy at the university; so when he became a teacher, the upper district turned him down. The guy was creepy, snake-like almost; way to eerie for anybody even the slightest bit normal to get along with. That's probably why Kabuto liked him. But it was also known that Kabuto wasn't interested in the older guy, he was only in it for sex.

The white haired boy pushed his glasses up a bit, a gleam streaming across them. Sasuke shrugged and turned to go to the classroom, followed by Shikamaru. But Naruto stood there a little long, eventually leaving to go to class as well.