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So I did what I've always promised not to do - started another fic while still writing another XD but do not fear, I haven't discotinued it, I just HAD to at least start this XD
This is dedicated to my wonderful muse who introduced me the magical world of yaoi (and anime/maga in general) CHAARA!! LOVE YOU!!
Description - Naruto moves to a new care home in a whole new town. In his new life, he hopes he'll be over to move on. Though the social worker isn't all he seems. And you can't always move on, when the people you rely on have a past of their own. AU. GaaNaaru or NaruGaa Boy/Boy
Disclaimer - I DO NOT OWN NARUTO!! -hides in corner to cry-
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Moving On - Chapter 1 – A New Beginning
The rolling countryside flashed passed the window of the train. There were green hills dotted with sheep, and lush pastures of grazing cows.
Naruto sighed and rested his head against the cold glass, lulled by the constant vibrations of the moving train.
Two hours he had been on this train, two long hours. He still didn't know where exactly he was going, he knew it was to a new, unknown town, he had guessed that, but the social worker hadn't told him where, hadn't even said anything.
She had just turned up around lunch time and told him pack his belongings. He had a small brown suitcase, containing his few possessions. There weren't many, just a few items of clothing and one pair of shoes.
Gradually buildings appeared in the countryside, and a large town appeared. It was a curious place, too large to be a town, a city really, but it was nestled between rolling hills, and had lots of large fields and parks. All in all, it was very peaceful surroundings.
"Come on" barked the social worker, and led the way of the train.
"After the, 'incident' we have had to move you not just schools but to a new town as well." Here she paused in order to let the words sink in, though he had already guessed that this was the case.
She went on to explain that, as he had never really gotten along with the children at the other care, none of which were over the age of ten, he had been moved to a home for babies and toddlers, as it was unlikely that anyone of his age would ever be fostered, let alone adopted. She said this bluntly, as if she didn't really care.
"Mizuki is a good man, be nice to him." She said harshly, as if she expected him to misbehave.
It took them about fifteen minutes to reach the care home, it was a small grey house, but it looked homely nonetheless.
As they walked up the garden path, the front door opened to reveal a tall man with silvery gray hair which came to just below his chin.
"Hi you must be Uzumaki Naruto. I'm Touji Mizuki, the care worker at this home, come in, come." He held the door open wider, gesturing for him to enter.
The blonde took a deep breath and stepped over the threshold and into his new life.
Mizuki showed Naruto to his room, before excusing himself to talk to the social worker.
The room was a loft conversion, walls and ceiling painted white with cream carpets and curtains. There was a wardrobe and set of drawers as well as a small wooden bed, nestled in the corner of the room.
There was a small square window, set quite high up on the wall. It had a large window frame, which Naruto sat on, staring out the through the polished pane at the street below.
He saw the social worker walk down the street, and Mizuki come back inside. Sighing, he sleepily made his way over to the bed.
He heard the heavy tread of him making his way up the narrow staircase, before his door opened, to reveal his new guardian standing there.
"I'm gonna make you pay, now that I've got you within my reach." He snarled, closing the door.
Naruto was left with an uneasy feeling in his stomach wondering what he could have meant before slipping into sleep.
Naruto was stood outside of a set of large, black, intimidating gates. This was to be his new school.
He watched the other students traipsing in from his spot on the pavement. They were all wearing the same as he was, a light blue shirt, stripy tie, black blazer, black trousers and black shoes. Except the uniform that he had been provided with was several sizes too big for his slender frame, and when he walked the old and scuffed shoes came slipping off his feet.
He took a deep breath and hoisted his orange backpack further onto his shoulders. He stepped forwards. This was it, his new beginning. He could move on.
He slowly made his way towards the main doors to the building, hoping to remain unnoticed.
He pushed open the big oaken doors to reveal a long corridor with a reception area. Making a calculated decision he decided that this was his best bet, and made his way over to the desk.
He cautiously approached it. Behind the glass sat a lady with short black hair, she was tapping away on a key board.
"Um…excuse me." He stuttered, and waited patiently for her to look up from what she was doing.
"Yes?" she asked, not impolitely.
"Um…I'm new here…" he stuttered.
"That's nice, but why are you telling me this?" she asked sweetly, though she knew perfectly well what he was getting at, but liked teasing him, at least for a minute.
Naruto was staring at the floor, wringing his hands, stuttering a response, when a voice boomed out, making him jump.
"Shizune!" stood just behind of Naruto was tall lady with blonde hair tied back. "Are you picking on my students?" she asked, cracking the knuckles of her right fist. The women behind the desk sighed.
"No, Tsunade-Sama"
"Well, why not?" she grinned mischievously, "Now follow me, brat."
A very bewildered Naruto hurried of after the bustling woman. About half way down the corridor she stopped at a door, opened it and ushered him inside.
Tsunade sat behind a large, oak desk, and indicated for him to take the chair opposite.
Sitting there, looking up at this stranger, sat importantly in a high backed leather chair, not for the first time in his life, he felt very small and insignificant.
He was perched on the edge of a small plastic chair, staring at the floor, when Tsunade finally stopped staring at him at started talking.
"Well young Uzumaki Naruto. I was wondering if you could just fill me in on a few details" she began.
Oh shit, she's gonna want to know about that day he panicked.
"When was you're date of birth, Naruto, we weren't told when we were given your details?" she asked.
"If I ever find out, you'll be the first person I'll tell." He said bluntly.
"You mean, you don't know?" she knew that he had grown up in care, but she wasn't expecting that.
He shook his head, his blonde hair falling into his bright eyes. Well that was a shock.
"Well, uh, that's all I wanted to know." She said with a shake of the head.
He pushed the chair backwards and stood up.
"And Naruto." She said, stretching her hand out till it rested gently on his arm, "If you ever need anything, just ask, if you ever need to talk, you know where my office is."
He nodded uncertainly and left the room.
The blonde woman locked her hands together and rested her chin on the knuckles. She didn't know what it was that made her reach out to the boy, sure she prided herself in caring for her students, but there was something about that look in his deep blue eyes. The panic, the pain.
Naruto made his way back down the corridor to the reception. Just as earlier, he slowly approached the desk. Shizune looked up as he approached.
"Ah, Naruto, I suppose you'll be wanting your timetable." She said in a friendly manner.
She handed over a sheet of paper, which he looked at curiously.
"Ah, Kakashi-Sensei, just the man I wanted to see! This is Uzumaki Naruto, the new addition to your form." She said, smiling.
Approaching them was a tall man, with silver hair spiked up so that it looked windswept, and a mask covering the majority of his face. He had one hand raised in greeting.
As Naruto stuttered a polite greeting, the teacher hooked a finger under the bottom of his collar and dragged him off in the direction of his classroom without even saying a word.
It was about half way down the corridor that Kakashi let go a startled Naruto, and lead him further down the hall.
They stopped in front of a classroom. Through the glass panel that separated the corridor and classroom, he could see the class. They were sat on chairs and tables, talking animatedly.
As soon as Kakashi had opened the door, they all quietened down and shifted so that they were sat obediently at their desks.
Naruto hovered nervously by the door as he addressed the class.
"Today, my dear students, we have a new member joining our ranks." He said. The class murmured and a few people pointed at Naruto. He took this as his queue and stepped further into the room.
"Why don't you tell us a bit about yourself." He said, taking a seat and smiling at him through his mask.
"Well, um, my name is Uzumaki Naruto…" he began, but trailed off here, not knowing what to say about himself, he looked to the teacher for help.
He sighed and stood up.
"What are your likes and dislikes, your hopes for the future?" He passionately prompted.
"Uh, well, I like ramen noodles, I dislike mean people, and one day I want someone to recognise my worth." He smiled brightly, hoping that was what he had meant.
"And why did you change to this school?" he asked, hoping to find out more about the blonde.
"Uh, well, I'm not aloud to tell anyone that." He said, blushing slightly, what a great way to start, now he sounded suspicious. He was horribly aware that so far he hadn't made a very good impression.
"Okay, take a seat. Shikamaru, if you could show him around the school, that would be great." He began taking the register; mutters of 'troublesome' could be heard from the corner where a boy with brown hair tied back sat.
Naruto scanned the room. Most of the seats were taken, except on the front row, only one seat was occupied, and they were turned around to talk to the people behind them.
He took the end seat of he row, as far away from other students as possible, he didn't want to seem imposing after all.
After about ten minutes of staring blankly at the scratched surface of the table, a loud bell rang and the class left for lessons.
He hurried to make his way out of the classroom, knowing it would take him a while to find his way around.
He was trying to make sense of his timetable, when he heard an impatient cough. He looked up to see the boy called Shikamaru. He took the timetable out of his hands.
"Maths. M7. This way" he said bluntly, handing the paper back and leading the way down the corridor towards the maths block.
"That's your classroom, I'm next door, I'll see you after class." With that the brunette pushed the door open to his maths class, leaving Naruto to face his first lesson.
The day passed by too slowly for Naruto's comfort. Nobody attempted to befriend him, and he was too shy to approach anybody of his own accord. He sat alone in all his lessons, except the ones that had a seating plan, and spent his lunchtime sat in the deserted library.
But eventually the shrill school bell rang, and he made his way out of the school and through the big black gates along with everyone else.
It took him longer than he should have to reach his new home, as he kept getting lost, but he eventually found himself in front of the small building.
Opening the door the front door, he began to properly explore the house.
To the right of the door was a small kitchen. It had an oak table in the middle, with two wooden chairs and two plastic high-chairs for the babies in Mizuki's care. The kitchen and the work surfaces around the walls were spotless. In fact the entire house was kept spick-and-span.
To the left of the door was a sitting room. Cream carpets and blue sofa and chair, all centred around a small black television.
In between all of this was a staircase leading upstairs. Up here was the smaller of the two bedrooms, where Mizuki slept and kept his belongings. The bigger bedroom was where the babies in his care were. This room was filled with general baby things, like cots and toys.
There was also a large bathroom. Everything inside was painted a baby-puke yellow. There was a bath with a shower attached to the wall, and an awful olive green shower curtain.
Beside the bathroom was a white door. This door hid the dark staircase that led to his room small and private bedroom.
His exploring complete, he trekked up the stairs and dumped his bag in his room, toeing of his shoes.
He slumped onto his bed and stared up at the ceiling, and before he knew it, he had fallen asleep.
He heard a loud bang, and the scream of people who were truly petrified, a haze of red the colour of blood filled his vision. With a shock he woke up, to find himself in a cold sweat. The scream he realised as his own, died on his lips, and he slumped back onto his pillow.
Suddenly he realised that he could feel the heavy pounding of booted feet stamping up the stairs, meaning his cry had been loud enough for Mizuki to hear.
His bedroom door swung open with a bang against the wall. Mizuki was stood at the threshold, and he looked angry.
He held up three fingers, and bent one down.
"That's strike one." He whispered dangerously, before turning back down the stairs.
Naruto felt an involuntary shiver make its way down his spine.
TBC
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