Hello all! Welcome to my humble little story! I am very proud of this one let me tell you! VERY PROUD!

This is a Naruto character based story, but insetad of villadges... the boys have gone greaser!

I have made a silly story before... there will still be comedy in this one but it is mostly romance.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto... or greasers. But I can grese the hair of my Naruto plushies!

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There was once a time in our world when in the streets of most cities, behind all the lights and things the government put up to mask it all, behing the cover stories saying that they were not a problem, and behind the cleaned paced streets and neat shopping was... when greasers ruled in gangs. Their turf was behind all the magic in the city, in different sections of the city where no normal well off person would dare to venture. In the allyways, in the warehouses, and in the unoccupied sections of the city was where they set up camp and sat in the comfort of eachother's company. These greasers were different than those that lived in other countries. These greasers had power. Sure they carried around knives, but it was not the knife you feared when pitted up aginst them. It was their power. Ninjutsu, Genjutsu, Taijutsu. All these abilites were their weapons.

The greasers also had a certain look to them. They did not all grease their hair back, though some did. They were simply called greasers for the way society saw them... dirty and greasy. They stuck to mainly leather, each with a leather jacket unique to their group. That was the one thing they all had in common. Leather group jackets. Some wore jeans, while others preferred to keep the leather pattern going. They all wore boots though. Brown or black normally, though if you deserved it... you got to wear red. Red was only for the legends among groups. And so far, there was only one legendary for his killing quota. Gaara of the sand group.

They did not all live toghether, but in seperate groups, each with their own symbol. This symbol was not just your alliance, but your identity in the city. There had always been two groups that had been at everlasting war. Always getting in fights, which ended in death. These groups were the Sand and Leaf. They had no leader, but rather a ultimate fighter chosen for each group that would accept a one on one challange, dealing for anything from weapons to members themselves. Each ultimate fight was set up on a specific date, and whoever either died, passed out, or forfeited was the loser and the opposing group would reap the benefits.

Besdies this groups there were many other, and than there was the group all the greasers called 'them'. 'They' were the normal people. The people who saw in the open streets, who were rich enough to have a good life and not have to fight for food and money. These were the people who were the 'banks' for the greasers, who were caught and robbed of their money. Most went without resistance, instantly handing over all food and money and jewlery they had, while others tried to fight. This never ended well, and most were beaten senseless without the greasers even usuing their powers. They never took in any of 'them' into their groups, until the day that the Leaf group tried to mug one speical normal person named Rock Lee.

Lee led a normal life, growing up with a family, going to school, and becoming the number one jock in his school. He always worw sweatpants, beacuse they were the most comfotable on him. He trained constantly, always trying to become faster, stronger, and better. He went to a school where no one has the ability to use ninjutsu or genjutsu, so being the top jock ment you were worshipped like a god. The entire community knew who Lee was, and always greeted him with warm smilies. Lee had always learned to never go into dark allyways, and to never go where the greasers turf was. And yet one day the curiousity got to him, and he dared to venture in a ally.

It normally would have been a scary experiance for any, yet for Lee it was one to be proud of. He had been going to get his mom a gallon of milk when he saw it. An allyway. He saw them all the time but this time, and this ally was different. Lee looked out to the town... knowing the shops were all the way across town. He knew the allyways were shortcuts... and he would not have to try to cut through the crowded city and avoid traffic if he took this path. In english, his class was looking at a very inspiring poem. And he took the advice of said poem.

Take the road less traveled.

After getting into the ally, all the noises of the city cut out. For once.. he experianced dead quiet. This made his adreniline run... his heart beat increase and left a cold clammy feeling in him. He breathed in the damp air... breathing out again and continueing down the ally. He looked at the walls lining the ally... blank and cold. Some extreamly old flyers still hung on to the wall... but not by much. You could not even read the blurred writing. The ally was cold and dark... and a occasional rat could be heard scurrying along the ground. A occasional flickering light lit the path, making the walk more eerie and dark than if the light had not been there in the first place. Lee shivered a bit, but kept on walking. His sneackers squeaked a bit as they hit the cold concrete... making the mood even more scary and fillied with the sensation of solitude and quiet. That's when he heard a loud crash behind him.

Lee turned instanly, getting in a defensive pose and ready to attack anything that might be flying for him... but it was just a dog. The dog came ver to him, and sat down in frount of him. A small white dog. Lee gave a sigh of relif, and relaxed his muscles, bending down to pet the dog. "You scared me little guy!" he said with a smile, his voice echoing through the ally. The dog was not looking at him though... rather over his sholder. By the time Lee relised this and looked over, it was too late.

A rather messy haired boy with red marks on his cheeks punched Lee in the head, and Lee was thrown back by it. He lay on the ground in shock for a moment, but the boy had already come over and picked him up by his collar, and had him pinned against a wall. He had a wolfish grin on his face, and a hungry look in his eye. "Oi! I got him!" he called out, turning his head to the side. That was when a couple of shapes came out of the gloom, that had been hiding there the entire time. One boy with blond spikey hair and pure blue eyes, a black leather jacket with the leaf symbol on it on him and ripped jeans. Another came out, one boy with dark eyes and hair, with the same jacket but darker and very loose pants. Than one came out, but his jacket was tied around his waist and he had dark hair pulled back into a high strung ponytail, and un-ripped jeans with lazy emotionless eyes. The brown haired boy looked down at the dog who had come up to Lee and said "Good job Akamaru! We got him!" and turned his look back to Lee.

Lee gulped, not knowing what to do. He had never had this happen to him, and had been taught in school to surrender all his possesions and make a run for it. But Lee had always thought that situation would be easy. Not as hard as this situation. The brown haired boy took out a switchblade, looked at it for a second than back at Lee. "Why don't you hand all you money over before I have to carve it out of you?" he said.

The lazy looking boy gave a aggrivated sigh and said "Quit screwing around Kiba. Let's just take the money and leave."

Kiba... so the boy holding Lee was named Kiba. Kiba... the name suited him (1). 'Kiba' turned his attention back to the dark haired boy and said "But this is the first guy we have had today! You always just want to take the money and go! I haven't gotton to beat someone up in weeks!" and with this distraction, Lee took his moment to act.

Lee kicked the switchblade out of Kiba's hand, and took hold of the hand holding his collar. He punched Kiba in the arm, making the boy try to pull his arm back in pain which enabled Lee to step away from the wall. He flipped Kiba, slamming him into the cold hard ground. Kiba sat on the ground, looking at Lee with compleate shock written all over his face. No one had dared do that to a greaser before. Lee took this chance on confusion to pick up the switchblade, and held it in his hand for a defensive weapon. "I should warn you! I take karate and am not afraid to use it to my defense!" he said, taking a battle ready position.

Kiba looked to the blond and two dark haired boys, and than they all looked to Lee. Kiba got up, and walked over to where the others were. "This kid means buisness." he said, looking normal once more, all shock gone from his features. The one with the ponytail tail said "I knew this was going to happen one day. But you got to damn cocky." and rolled his eyes. The blond kid stepped forward, and took a good look at Lee. "He doesn't seem so tough! Just one of 'them' with a knife he managed to kick of of Kiba's hand? Whadya say Sasuke... wanna see how much he's really got?" he said, elbowing the dark haired boy to his right. Apparently he was Sasuke. Sasuke just shrugged and said "Sure." the blond turned to the one with the ponytail and said "How about you Shikamaru? Or are you going to just be a lazy bastard again?". The one called Shikamaru turned his attention to the blond, sending a small un-enthusiastic glare at him. "This time... fine. But it is not going to end well."

Lee was in for some big trouble now.

Suddenly, the blond lept in the air, heading for Lee. Lee dodged to the right, and kicked the blond away so that he slammed into one of the allyway's walls. The blond than stood up and said "Allright guys! Let's get serious!" and did a couple of odd hand signs. "Kage bunshin no jutsu!" he yelled out, and instantly 3 more of him appeared. They all ran for Lee, two going behind him and the other two attacking from the frount. Lee took the blade, and threw it at one of the blonds. The thing disappeared in a puff of smoke. Lee than kicked another, punched a third. Both disappeared... so only one blond was left. He went to punch him, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in his side as Kiba rammed into him from the left, throwing him towards a wall. Lee hit the wall with a thunk, and slid down. He quickly got back up, and went to run forward and punch Kiba. Right when his fist was a good inch away from Kiba's face... he froze. He couldn't move anything. Kiba looked at him, and laughed. "Nice work Shikamaru!" he said, and looked behind him and oved out of the way. Shikamaru current stood about 10 feet away from Lee, copying Lee's pose. Shikamaru brought his arms down, and with that move so did Lee. Lee was captured.

The blond stood up, wiping away some blood from his cheek. He walked over to Kiba and Sasuke and Shikamaru, and they began to talk. Lee, having no whee to go or hide, had no other choice but to stand there. Defenseless. After god knows how long, the blond came over to Lee. "Give me your name." he demanded. Lee had no other choice if he ever wanted to get out of there. "Rock Lee. 17. Lee for short. 32nd street hig-" he started, but the blond cut it. "I asked for your name, not your entire life story. We all agree... you got a lot of spunk for one of the-... I mean a commoner. No one we have ever mugged has been able to make me bleed, and we have never had to use our powers just to get some cash outta someone like you. So we have all agreed... wanna become a greaser? You get cool jackets!" he said, towards the end sounding a lot happier.

Lee noticed he could move again. The boy with the ponytail had let him go. Lee moved his arms... just to make sure. Everything was allin place. Lee looked to the group, the blond kid now wearing a happy smile instead of a sinister look. He acually looked... nice. And the dog like boy didn't look so scary either. None of them did. Lee was astonished. He... was greaser material? The blond cut into his thoughts once more. " C'mon! Lets go back to our place and introduce you to everyone!" he said, with a wide smile. "I'm Naruto. Uzamaki Naruto. The guy with the blush is Inuzuka Kiba-" he started, but Kiba cut in. "It is not blush! For the last time they were there when I was born!" he said in a huff. "Riiiiigggghhttt... okay so that was Kiba. The guy with the ponytail and lazy look is Nara Shikamaru, and the emo bastard is Uchiha Sasuke." Naruto finished, and said "There is a lot more back at our hangout... but you need to decide now. Join us? Or run away?"

Lee thought for a moment. Join a gang? Him? It was a hard desicion but in the end... he made up his mind.

"I want to be a greaser!"

And with that, his fate was chosen.

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From around the corner, silently... watched the most renouned graser in the area. The only one worthy of wearing a red leather jacket. Young for a greaser, but the biggest killer in all of the groups. Gaara of the Sand gang. He slipped back into the shadows, on hisway back to his own gang's hangout. Rock Lee... he interests me... I will have to keep a close eye on him...

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(1) Kiba means fang in japenese. So the name suits him

Okay! There you go! Chapter one! Just a heads up on things to look for in the future:

Pairings: GaaLee, SasuNaru, ShikaKiba and mabye more!