Warnings: Strong language, male/male


Unlike most students of Konoha High, Sasuke had not arrived early. A dorm school, most decided to move in one or two days before the actual year began. Sasuke had not been allowed such a luxury. Not when his brother was his legal guardian and protected his every single move. Sasuke curled his lip at having to be dropped off (by a driver) just before the school day began. When it was over he'd have to rearrange everything the movers would have done to his dorm room. It would have been better if he had just been able to do it himself.

That just wasn't how Itachi worked, though. Sasuke could rail against the system, or he could pass through it apathetically. Young for his year, Sasuke had only just turned 17 in July and now he had to wait an entire year before he could strike out on his own. Ten years of being under his brother's thumb and it was all going to end after this school year. Sasuke simply could not wait.

Shouldering his bag, Sasuke strode up the walk to the school. There were a few students milling around, reacquainting themselves with friends not seen all summer. Who cared? Sasuke needed to focus on his education so he could get into a university on the other side of the world. What did he care where so long as Itachi couldn't follow him?

In his path to the school building, was some blond who looked bored and lost. Striding past the out of place blond, Sasuke ignored the way he seemed to be trying to grab his attention. Until the boy did literally just that. Grabbed his arm. Curling his lip, Sasuke looked down at the offending appendage. "What?" Sasuke asked scathingly.

"You," The boy said with utter disinterest and Sasuke wanted to just slap him. "Where's the office?"

The office? Like some idiot, this boy was asking him where the most obvious room in the whole school was. "Figure it out, dobe," Sasuke jerked his arm out of the boy's grasp and brushed off the fabric of his shirt. It could not wrinkle. Sasuke had an image to protect and this idiot was doing his best to ruin it.

The boy just rolled his eyes and pulled a cigarette out of his pocket. "Fine, you can be my witness that I made an effort and it totally backfired," There was a humorless smirk and the idiot was lighting his cigarette.

Sasuke just frowned and regarded him a moment longer. This boy was not made for a place like this. His blond hair was unkempt and did nothing to hide the fact that his ears were pierced, a clear violation of the school dress code. And his uniform? Rumpled and god forbid, stained already. "Piece of advice, bastard. Don't let your pants get any tighter or you'll suffocate," The idiot had the gall to say. The gall.

"Excuse me?" Sasuke's voice was cold as ice. Advancing on the idiot sitting casually in the front of the school building and smoking.. "Do you think it makes you cool and edgy to skip classes and smoke? Does it feel dangerous?" Sasuke sneered the last word. Snatching the cigarette out of the idiot's hands, Sasuke took a long drag. Blowing smoke in the boy's face, Sasuke flicked the cigarette to the ground, stomping it out. "You just don't belong in a school like this. Turn around and leave now before you get your little feelings hurt," Sasuke narrowed his eyes.

"Maybe I don't belong, but I am definitely dangerous," The boy muttered gripping the Sasuke's tie when he blew smoke his face, not coughing once. How disappointing.

Enough, Sasuke was done with playing games with school children. This boy wasn't worth his time. He was either a certified idiot, or new. Either one of those things was nothing Sasuke wanted anything to do with. No, rather, he wanted to get to his first class so he could forget this whole encounter and just.. coast through the year. Thank you. Turning his back, Sasuke left the boy with a muttered "Hn," And headed into the building.

"I'm serious about those pants, teme," The idiot called after him, whistling a bit. "If they get any tighter, you might have trouble impregnating all those chicks you surely have fawning over you," He called after him, smirking again.

Sasuke slammed the door behind him.


Eyes trained on tight pants, Naruto dragged another cigarette out of his pack and lit up, watching the door practically smack the bastard on the behind. Served him right. Naruto didn't know why he got all huffy about his pants. Obviously the boy was gay and trying to draw attention to his best feature. Naruto sucked on his cigarette, a half-smirk on his lips. He'd play, sure. Just not when he was half-asleep and having to navigate a new school.

Having new foster parents was always the worst. These two even gave a damn about his education. The last couple hadn't been able to muster up the energy to care if he attended class or not. Naruto had taken full advantage. They'd all kicked him to the curb. Just like this new family would and then he'd be on out of there. It was pretty insulting that they'd sent him off to a dorm school. They must already be sick of him. But why would they shell out the kind of money it took to send a kid here? Naruto frowned, putting his cigarette out when it was to the bottom.

Besides, there was another preppy kid approaching him. Though this guy… this guy had red triangle tattoos on his cheeks. The hell?

"Hey fucker, where the fuck were you?" The boy called across the yard.

Blinking, Naruto couldn't stop the smirk on his face. "Are you prep kids allowed to talk like that?"

"Who the fuck cares," The boy waved his hand. "I couldn't fucking find you, and the principal herself told me that I had to show you around. She's smoking hot, so I'd basically do anything if she'd let me nut her, but she's fucking out of my league, and probably like 50, but I'd so bang her. Hey, I'm Inuzuka Kiba," Kiba stuck out his hand and grinned lopsidedly.

"Naruto," He found himself saying taking the hand. But only for like a second. Naruto wasn't really interested in getting close to anyone here. He'd be leaving in two months when he turned 18. Looking the guy down, Naruto shook his head. Definitely in to sports. Naruto didn't do that kind of shit. He wasn't made for team building. They wouldn't have wanted him to, anyway.

"Yeah, the principal told me. She said I'd better get a roommate this year because I couldn't keep tricking chicks into believing they could fucking stay with me. Like, it only fucking worked once. She shouldn't be so pissy about it still. Anyway, I slept in and now we're going to be fucking late, so let's get to the office before she hangs me up by the nuts," Kiba gestured, scurrying into the building. "I was playing Call of Duty last night and I was pretty sure the clock said 11 but it really said 1, and then my alarm didn't go off so Hyuuga banged on my door like he does every morning because he's the fucking best captain like that," Kiba rambled until they got to the office.

"You play Call of Duty?" Naruto asked, interest suddenly peaked. He'd never gotten a big chance to play video games. He'd snuck on some consoles in the stores, but was always shooed off when he wasn't showing interest in buying. Fuckers.

Kiba opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off.

"Inuzuka… It's two minutes before class. I suppose I should be more grateful it isn't an hour after class," A female voice cut across them.

Naruto jerked his head up and stood quietly while the blonde-haired principal stared at him. "Uzumaki Naruto? Your foster father told me a lot about you. I expect you'll do well in this school, if you can learn to control yourself," The woman said.

Naruto just nodded his head, though inside he was grimacing. What did his foster father know about him? The guy was just some pushover and had no right to talk about him to others. Naruto just zoned out for the rest of the conversation. His roommate hit on the principal (failed) and they were put out of the office with stern warnings to run to class.

"Let's skip, pretty boy," Naruto had no interest in the piece of paper Kiba was holding. "I'll roast you on your game and then we can leave this place," Naruto shrugged. His fingers were itching for a smoke.

Kiba had been walking at his side, but he stopped dead in his tracks. Naruto turned to look at him, not particularly caring one way or the other. "What the fuck does that mean? Pretty boy? Don't call me that fucking homo shit. Are you fucking queer? I won't have a fucking queer roommate. I'll fuck your shit up," Kiba raised his fists.

"But you are pretty," Naruto smirked and touched Kiba's cheeks, tracing the red triangles. "So you can fuck me up for that, if you want, but I'll win in a fight, rich boy," Naruto almost had a genuine smile on his face. This guy wasn't too bad for a preppy jock.

"What the fuck did I say, fucker?" Kiba knocked Naruto's hands off of his face. It was a delayed reaction, though. Naruto just smirked at that. Mesmerizing, wasn't he?

Then again.

Drawing his hand back, Kiba was punching Naruto hard across the jaw before he even had a moment to respond. Fuck. Naruto's head snapped back and his hand was instantly on his jaw feeling the pain reverberate throughout his skull. "If you fucking call me pretty boy again, I'll fucking cut your dick off, you hear me?" Kiba was growling right in his face.

Shit. Naruto smiled for real. Rubbing his jaw, Naruto even laughed. "Shit, I like you," Naruto looked up to him with a smirk. Actually punching him? What type of snobbish rich boy was this? Naruto actually did believe him that he would cut off his dick. Naruto had only been calling him that because he liked to annoy the piss out of preps. Maybe he wouldn't with this one. He seemed actually… worthwhile.

"Now that that is settled, you weird fuck, we can get back to the good stuff," Kiba grinned throwing his arm around Naruto's shoulder. So they could walk companionably. "These chicks definitely want to take you to the nurse so you can bang them," Kiba gestured to the few girls still in the hallways at this late hour.

When the bell rang signifying the start of class, Kiba groaned. "Fuck, we're late," He scowled. Looking at Naruto's schedule again, Kiba dropped his hand, but he was still grinning. "Look at this, fucker. We've got the same schedule. All the fucking dumb classes. I almost failed last year too. Congrats, dude," Kiba raised his hand up to high-five the guy.

Naruto just stared at the hand with disbelief written across his face. Who was this kid, even? Too much energy for this early in the morning. Naruto had a cigarette in his lips and almost lit up before he realized he was in the school building. Shit. Putting it back, Naruto glanced at his schedule. "Well let's get it over with," He muttered under his breath.

As they began walking again, Kiba fidgeted at his side. "Listen, dude. I saw you talking to that prick earlier. You should stay the fuck away from him. Mother fucking princess Uchiha is a prissy ass rich boy and made of your worst fucking nightmares. He thinks he owns the whole fucking school and he has a stick up his ass a mile wide. He's on the fucking soccer team and is like.. the worst teammate ever. You play? We got tryouts today. I like to fucking tackle his Highness and mess up his fucking hair," Kiba grinned, ruffling his own hair.

"Uchiha, huh?" Naruto mused, thinking back to tight pants. For all Kiba had just accused him of being queer… it was more like a practiced fluidity. Whatever appealed to him. Maybe the bastard was just that.. a bastard. But he had a nice ass. "I plan to annoy him, don't worry. But no soccer, I don't do sports," Naruto said absently, as they reached their first classroom.

This school was so clean and so perfect. Naruto could tell just from walking through it. He would be a scar on its perfect little record. He'd have plenty of fun messing with these students and then.. when he turned 18?

Sayonara.


After an entire day of classes, Sasuke remembered how much he detested school. A summer away from it was enough for the memory to become vague and distant. Today though, Sasuke had suffered from any number of girls twirling their hair, giggling inappropriately, and 'accidentally' brushing against him. Yes, he remembered why he hated school. The female population was out of control.

Plus, Sasuke had fielded about a hundred texts from his brother asking how his day was going. What was his problem? Did he want to chat or did he want Sasuke to focus on class? Tch. Sasuke barely responded to any of them and only ever in the breaks between classes or lunch. It was bothersome enough to have to listen to him at home, but at school Sasuke didn't have to see his brother every day. It was blessedly peaceful without him around to cause a nuisance. Itachi could just burn in hell for all Sasuke cared. It wasn't as if his brother cared about the fact that their parents were gone. Those texts were just a stupid test. If Sasuke had responded at any time his brother knew he was in class, he'd be in trouble.

Changing quickly, Sasuke was out on the field in no time. Walking past the clusterfuck that was the cheerleaders, Sasuke ignored their attempts at grabbing his attention. Especially not Yamanaka. Sasuke averted his gaze from her. If she thought she could come over here now, he would kill her. Then again.. how could she bear to do otherwise? She was a busybody who loved to irritate the hell out of him. Wasn't her plaything, Inuzuka, around here somewhere? It was much more preferable that she annoyed that thing.

He'd have to deal with these tryouts today and just get it over with. Another year of useless imbeciles trying to make their way onto the team. All the loser rejects from the year before were going to try again. And would try again the next year. They obviously couldn't compete or they'd be on the team already. Without their nuisances, the team was a well-oiled machine and no idiot was going to just burst their way onto the scene and ruin it. Sasuke would make sure of it if he had to. It wasn't as if any of them had even bothered practicing.

Especially not this idiot. "Sweetheart!" Suigetsu's voice rang high-pitched through his eardrums. Sasuke grimaced, even as the boy's arms wrapped around him. "Why are you staring at that girl? You promised I'd be your first," Suigetsu's voice dripped sarcasm. Then again, with him? Sasuke never knew.

Shrugging out of his grip, Sasuke just grunted noncommittally. "I hear Itachi's got a new plaything, you jealous?" Suigetsu's voice was really starting to grate on his nerves.

"I thought you were kicked off the team and forbidden to come again," Sasuke raised an eyebrow. He needed to start stretching. If he had to wait for Suigetsu to leave to do it, he'd have to wait forever. Sasuke didn't care if his friend pined for him, so long as it didn't encroach on his daily life. That was all.

Producing a bottle, Suigetsu just smirked. "I got you some new shit to try. Thought I could take you home afterward," The boy winked.

Sasuke just scowled knocked Suigetsu's hand away. "Are you an idiot? Put that in my locker," Sasuke said scathingly. What he did think this was? Free time? There were people around with eyes to see and ears to hear. He never pegged Suigetsu for being so idiotic before.

"Fine," Suigetsu shrugged, nonplussed. "I wouldn't let you try it without me, anyway. Somebody has to guard your pretty ass," Suigetsu nodded, putting the bottle back away. "I'm not really here to practice. Hyuuga is freaky and glaring at me anyway. I just wanted to know if Itachi was going to come around every day to pick up his child bride?"

Rolling his eyes, Sasuke looked away, focusing his attention on his stretches. The coach and Hyuuga Neji were working with the new hopefuls. Sasuke had plenty of time to relax before he needed to be invested in any kind of thing. "Itachi can besmirch his reputation all he pleases. It doesn't matter to me," Sasuke said in a deadpan. His brother was.. engaged. His brother who ranted constantly about Sasuke needing to make a good match. But he had gone and ruined their good name by his foul, unforgiveable actions.

Hyuuga Hinata was only sixteen.

"I heard you were going to have a fiancé by the end of the year. My dad is pushing for my sister. She's like 14. Good job, mate," Suigetsu laughed, eyes trained on Sasuke's body. "They are all going to be in for such a disappointment when you come out of the closet. Bend a little this way," Suigetsu grinned, showing his teeth.

"I'm not marrying anyone," Sasuke shook his head. "Especially not your sister. Are you insane?"He would have said more but at the moment someone blonde had come hurtling into him and Sasuke had to wrap his arms around said person otherwise they would have both fallen.

"Is it true, Sasuke-kun," Yamanaka's insipid voice cut through his conversation. She had her arms around his neck and her wide eyes blinking at him. "Did you and the cute boy with the earrings mess around in the teacher's lounge?" Ino cooed, touching his lips and then looking back at the cheerleaders.

Dropping her to her feet, Sasuke brushed himself off. All he wanted was to stretch. To get ready for practice. To ignore all the people vying for his attention like some kind of prize to be won. To try and forget that his brother had become so enamored of a child that he risked everything to get engaged to her. How did that even work?

Maybe Sasuke should have just dropped out of school and lived on the streets as a delinquent. It would be far more peaceful than the nonsense he had to put up with here and now.

For a moment, Sasuke thought Ino was asking if he was really going to marry Suigetsu's sister. Which he opened his mouth to deny. But then. But then he understood what she really said. "What boy with earrings?" Sasuke's voice was low, dripping with ice. He had a nagging suspicion he knew about whom she was speaking. Then again, why would the idiot go around spreading such an obviously false rumor? What benefit had it for him? Popularity by association?

Taking a deep breath, Sasuke brushed them both off. "You've both surely been stalking my every move. Why don't you tell me if it is true or not," Sasuke's voice was a monotone, eyes narrowed. He dared them to even hint at a doubt. If they didn't know him well enough by now, well.. they could easily be cut out of his life.

It came as little to no surprise that Suigetsu produced a notebook, which he flipped through to the page dated today. "Uzumaki Naruto. You were seen with him today outside at 7:50am," Suigetsu read. "Then at 10:15am you went to the restroom tucked in the creepy art hall because it's all quiet, which made it easy for me to see when you pulled out your – "

"You're disgusting," Ino's voice cut across, her nose wrinkled in horror. "Why do you let him around you? I cannot even believe it," Ino grimaced.

"I'll kill him for you," Suigetsu offered.

Sasuke just frowned and said nothing. "Apparently he had some really convincing information about.. you," Ino smiled secretively, placing a hand on his chest. "I'd be happy to inspect and report it all back as false," She said too suggestively.

It didn't matter. Sasuke's eyes were glued on something else. Something that was going to make his teeth crack if he clenched them any harder. The blond idiot he had met this morning was up in the bleachers holding up a large sign. Painted across in an unsteady, childish hand. Completely pedestrian.

UCHIHA I'M HERE FOR YOU DARLING

Any idiot would have been able to tell that the rumor was obviously false. Sasuke didn't sleep with people at random. Why should he? They were all beneath his notice. He never had once slept with anyone during his tenure at this school, despite a multitude of offers. Why should he bother starting now?

"Talk to him if you want. Kill him if you want. Just do it on your own. I don't care what the deluded fool thinks," Sasuke said in a deadpan. Dragging his eyes away from the blond, Sasuke walked away from his two friends and joined the rest of the team. Did they give him looks? Sasuke carried on as usual. His life was under his control, not some wannabe delinquent's. Sasuke would see to that.


Author's Note: How did it go? Click out now if you want a fancy plot where Sasuke or Naruto get kidnapped and they have to rescue each other. This is purely going to be relationship development. Itachi tries his best to goad Sasuke into plot, but he just wriggles out, the little bastard.