A/N: Okay, so like I said, this is my first fanfic. There's not really much I can think of to say except for the whole disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, any of the characters, all of which belong respectively to Masashi Kishimoto, etc. So read, favourite, and please review, I'd love the feedback. Constructive criticism welcome! And without further ado, here's the story:

Summary: Konan is a girl with a heart of gold but more baggage than she can carry. Nagato is reclusive guy who has seen too much for his years. Sasuke is a hot-blooded brawler with something hidden beneath the surface. Sakura is a sweet, overly happy sugar addict, with a secret. And Hidan just doesn't seem to have what it takes to impress the ladies. In highschool, everyone's got a story to tell. Even more so when you're an outcast, cursed to live a life considered less by the general population. Some secrets are worse than others. Some things are better left unsaid. And sometimes choices are made that really are irreversible.

Konan

Sasuke ambles into the room quietly in a futile attempt to avoid my notice. Immediately, I call him.

"You're late."

He knows this and turns to face me, only to reveal a bloody nose and split lip. His usual nonchalant grin is pasted on his face.

"One of those days, huh?" I ask, disapproval apparent on my face.

Sasuke only shrugs and walks past me to settle on one of the couches. He practically throws himself down. He rests his head on a throw pillow, leaving a seat next to his head. Sighing, I seat myself next to him.

"What happened this time?" I ask, running my hand through damp jet locks. I wonder internally if its due to sweat or work of the rain I hear gently pattering against the window.

He snorts unceremoniously.

"The usual. One of the jocks separated from his little pack to rough me up a little. And I reacted like I always do so his cronies attacked me."

He ends with silence, having nothing more to say. I look at him and can't help but grimace at the stark contrast of the scarlet blood against his pale skin. He looks dishevelled and his black clothes are filthy, from being thrown around, no doubt. The mud on his boots seems inevitable.

After the pause, I ask finally, "Did he pay for it?"

The grin slips on his face again and his eyes glitter as he puts his hands behind head and answers, "Of course he did. They all did. They all do. No one fucks with me. You know that."

I nod.

It's true. But it doesn't stop me from worrying. I am glad to hear this. With that knowledge I remove myself from his side and walk away.

"Where are you going?" he asks.

As if he actually cares. He doesn't. I know this. But I can't help but pretend.

I put a fake smile on my face and answer, "To get some supplies to clean you up." Then I make my way to the next room.

"You don't need to. Its nothing serious."

I hear him call behind me, but I don't reply. He has no idea how much I need to do this. Promptly, I'm back with bandages, gauze and all sorts of medical supplies. Quickly, I help him remove his jacket and what clothes are in the way in order to tend to his injuries. Once I've bandaged him up, I, at last, turn my attention to his face. He watches curiously, having nothing better to do, as I moisten a cloth in warm water and clean away the blood and dirt.

I work deliberately slow. I like it this way. It gives me an excuse gaze at his face. I take in the contours that make up his features and the soft glow of his onyx eyes looking up at me. Faint colour to his cheeks makes him look more vulnerable than he is. Another glance at those abyssal orbs and I could tell what he was thinking. He can do this himself. He knows this. But he doesn't stop me. Maybe he knows I like to take care of him like this. Or perhaps he is more tired than he lets on, though I suppose he could just be using me. I prefer the former. I am just about finished when he grabs my wrist.

"Konan." he says softly.

I flinch and pull away immediately. Hearing my name from his lips with such intensity sends a shiver down my spine. A sensation beyond getting used to. His eyes are glazed over has if he is in a haze.