Masked-Writer-In-Disguise: Hello. This was written over the course of three or four interrupted hours of my day and it started out as a personal monologue( that's what the entire first paragraph is), and it morphed into a story. It was accidental, but my fingers took over. So, without further adieu, enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own it, them. None of the characters are my own and I don't pretend to own them. I'm just borrowing them for a few.
Inspiration: 10th Grade-Joseph Weisberg
Couples: NaruSasu(hinted at), ShikaTema(hinted at), KankKiba(blatantly obvious) , NaruSaku(just kinda hinted at).
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Well, Here We Go…
By: Masked-Writer-In-Disguise
Well, it's a new year (a 'year' year and not a school year) and exams are coming up, I've broken up with my girlfriend of three years(I broke up with her at a party because I don't like it when people break up with you over a phone or note; that just screams 'I don't care enough about you to say this to your face'), and I'm completely ready to start my New Year fresh. So far, so good. Basically, this new year still feels very much like the old year and the year before that and the year before that except that I'm single for the first time in those three years and there's a new set of numbers after the '20' of the beginning of the year. That's really about it.
There's that and the fact that, for once, I'm completely confused about who I am. I've always been straight because it was normal and that's what I was expected to be. Then I admitted that I had no problem with gay couples, but I wasn't gay myself. Now, I am questioning even that. At first, I passed it off as mild curiosity; I just wanted to know what it would be like to be with someone other than Sakura because she's he only one I'd ever been with. Next, I admitted to myself that I might be bi because a straight man does not get off to other men jacking off. But then the girls started looking unappealing and ugly and too soft, too sensitive, too gentle.
That's where I am now, walking into school on the first day back in a new year with my confusing and completely real thoughts. Sure, I was the same confident Naruto that everybody knew, all smiles and clumsy gestures, but those smiles and clumsy gestures were unconscious masks that I could always count on when I needed to hide something; they hadn't failed me yet.
But they had never had to face off against and angry and heartbroken Sakura before. I could handle the angry, she got angry a lot, but I was still unconsciously trying to make Sakura happy again. That would probably be my downfall; I was the one that broke up with her, and it would just be bad form to go crawling back, so I did my absolute best to ignore her and my masks made it through yet another battle.
My best friends, Kiba, Shino (who had started hanging out with us 'cause no-one else really liked him, but had quickly become part of the group), Shikamaru, Choji, and Lee, walked up to me and sucked me into our usual formation, a half-circle surrounding our lockers (which had miraculously been placed all together either by staff too annoyed about complaints of blocked lockers or bribery by Shino, who was very rich and a teachers' pet). Kiba, as per usual, started the conversation off. Some people would assume that I would start the conversations, but I just liked to listen to them talk.
"The Subaku siblings transferred to this school," Kiba said, clearly excited. He would be excited. Kankurou, the Subaku's middle brother, was Kiba's boyfriend, and they were the reason for my current confusion. You see, I caught them making out at a party we'd gone to and Kankurou had had a hand down Kiba's pants and was jerking him off. That was when I had discovered my attraction to gay sex, particularly between men; girls were just too squishy and they didn't have a dick.
"Yeah? They starting today?" I responded with a question because Kiba needed to vent his excitement on someone and the others either didn't care, were too reserved or lazy to show that they cared, or they got too excited and just kept talking (-cough-Lee-cough-).
"Yeah, Kankurou got a locker on this block, too, so, yeah," Kiba was practically jumping out of his skin by now.
"So we should be expecting him, and possibly his siblings, to join our table for lunch?" That meant they were going to join our group. People ate lunch with their groups in this school, and our group was no different. In fact, since we're the misfits, it's almost required we eat together; nobody else would eat with us if they had a choice. Our conversations can get pretty strange and nobody wants to feel stupid sitting next to the genius(Shikamaru), the writer(me), the otaku(Choji), the music geek(Kiba), Shino(he was just Shino and knower of all things), and Lee(who really can't be described any other way, unless it's as a mini-Gai-sensei). After mixing so many different interests in together, we get weird conversations.
Kiba nodded and his grin nearly took his ears. I rolled my eyes and turned to the others. My gaze rested on Shikamaru who was looking at the three approaching figures. One was a face we knew all too well, as Kiba invited him to all of our social functions; Kankurou. He was wearing baggy jeans and a red 'Tokio Hotel' t-shirt and a black hoodie. The hood was up and there were cat ears sown on the top. That was all I was able to get from him before Kiba was there and they kissed briefly.
The second figure I saw was the little redhead to the left of Kiba's boyfriend. He looked a little scary with the tattoo on his forehead and the thick rings of eyeliner around his aquamarine eyes and the maroon trench coat he wore over his mesh shirt, black tank-top and skinny jeans clad self. The redhead rolled his eyes at his brother's PDA and continued on to his locker.
The third figure was quite obviously female; her tight cami did nothing to hide this fact, even though she wore a baggy sweat shirt. The skirt may have been a hint, too, but you can never be too sure; I knew guys that liked to dress like girls.
Out of all three of them, the only things that they had in common, visually, were the shape and coloring of their eyes (they were all green of some shade), the shape of their jaws and their stances. Other than that, no-one would ever be able to tell that they were siblings. Their hair was even different; a blonde, a brunette and a redhead, in that order. Honestly, who has kids like that? Were their parents just that weird? They could be a joke; a blonde, a brunette and a redhead walk into a bar…Yeah, and I'm back.
I nodded as the introductions started (with me, but I had known Kiba the longest) and it went around the half circle, all the others nodding their acknowledgement. "This is Naruto, Shino, Shikamaru, Choji, and Lee; they're my best friends. Guys, this is Temari and Gaara. You all already know Kankurou."
Thus, our introductions ended and we all turned to our lockers to deposit the things we didn't need and withdrew the things we would, since we only had five minutes left by my watch. I was the official time keeper because our school was small enough to have no bells, and when I was sick, the others were always late; then they always got mad at me for the fault of my immune system.
The newcomers' schedules were compared to ours (they had at least one of us in each of their classes and Shikamaru and Temari had the exact same schedule; there was definitely something between them) and just as we turned to leave, another new student huffed to the block to find his locker. He was obviously new and obviously late, but I pushed him out of my mind because I wasn't going to be late to Ibiki-sensei's class for a late student; Ibiki was a math Nazi and there were very strict punishments for being late for class.
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The day passed quickly and soon it was time for lunch. Our entire group never bought the school lunches, so, when we met at the entry to our rather small cafeteria, we automatically made a beeline for our table. Nobody ever took our table because it was in the very back and out of the way, but, today, there was someone sitting there. I noticed it was the kid that had been late that morning.
He looked slightly alarmed as my friends and I took our usual seats with nods and smiles in his direction, like he was afraid of having people sit near him. He'd probably been bullied or something, wherever he came from. I couldn't help but notice that he was absolutely gorgeous with pale skin and raven blue-black hair and coal black eyes. The only problem was he was too thin; his baggy 'Nightwish' shirt was almost too baggy and his pants looked far too big, all held up by a tiny belt (the kid had a really small waist, almost to the point of anorexia). He was getting up to leave, looking around for an empty table or and out of the way corner.
"Hey," I began, "you don't have to leave. We're not gonna bite, and we're the misfits of this school. You can hang out with us and other stuff if you want."
He looked a little timid and his eyes flicked to each of the other teens, but he slowly sat down, keeping one leg over the bench in case he needed to run. I smiled brightly at him and began the introductions, his black eyes flicked to each in turn, sizing us up, judging.
"I-I'm Sasuke," he said.
"Well, welcome to Konoha High, Sasuke," Kiba smiled at the timid teen.
Kiba said my usual line because I was busy trying to keep from embarrassing myself in front of my friends. Sasuke was gorgeous, absolutely beautiful and my body had taken this moment to make its appreciation known. I guess that settled it, then; my body had decided it was gay and now my mind just had to agree with it.
"Where did you transfer from?" Lee asked and I was brought back to the present.
"Um, I-I was homeschooled," Sasuke stuttered.
My body decided to jump at his voice and I groaned inwardly, why couldn't I just wait to think about this 'til I got home? Stupid Sasuke, confusing me more than I already was.
"Why?" I asked without thinking and he winced slightly.
"Um, I-I had some trouble with the school I-I went to before, so Kakashi offered to let me home school," Sasuke replied, nervously twiddling with his fork, pushing his food around his plate.
"Who's Kakashi?" Temari asked, digging into her food with gusto, reminding us all that it was lunch and we should probably eat.
"My guardian."
"Oh, is he cool?" Kiba asked.
"Yeah, he's kinda awesome; embarrassing, but awesome," the pale teen smiled briefly, just a tiny twitch of his lips, barely there, and I doubt anyone else would have caught it, but it was a smile and it lit up his entire face. On any other person it would look like they were hiding something, trying to sound as though they liked something they didn't, but the way his face lit up, it completely changed the way he looked, and if I thought he was beautiful before, I was completely unprepared for my reaction to a simple smile. Sasuke was actually telling the truth about his foster father.
"Yeah, I have a foster father too, and he's overbearing and he freaks out about everything, but he's completely awesome and he's the only person I know that knows how to handle me except for Kiba. His name's Iruka," I said, try to keep the conversation on something that wouldn't make the new kid uncomfortable. "He makes the best lasagna ever."
There were nods all around at the last statement; Iruka was a good cook and all of my friends knew it.
"Oh!" Kiba began, his entire face lighting up and a fist pounding on the table, catching us all by surprise and causing Sasuke to look over at the energetic teen in alarm, eyes wide and ready to bolt (he settled down a little later, though). "Do you all remember that time Iruka caught Naruto…"
I groaned and tuned out the rest of that story. Afterwards the entire table was laughing (except for Shikamaru, who was too lazy to laugh and just smirked, and Sasuke, but Sasuke did have to corners of his mouth upturned and his eyes were alight with mirth(pardon my writers' tendencies))and I had to explain myself, which just made them laugh harder. The rest of lunch was spent in much the same fashion with much the same type of conversation (sure, pick on me; I know where you all sleep) and soon lunch was over and we all had to go to our afternoon classes which always seemed to take longer than the morning in spite of the fact that there were less of them. Sasuke followed me to my next class and all of my afternoon classes, and I thought this whole 'being gay' thing wouldn't be so bad.
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Masked-Writer-In-Disguise: So, how'd you like it? Was the ending too abrupt? Did I make it believable? Please tell me; I like it when people tell me how to make my writing better, within reason. I hope it was enjoyable for you.