Author's note: First FanFic plz Read and review. I am open to suggestions on making the writing better. Also this is just an intro. There will be some Yaoi (NaruXSasu) later on and I will add characters and/or events if you guys want me to. Review if you want me to continue. Thanks ;)
It was my first day at the new military school. Konohagakure Military Academy. I got up at 3 O'clock this morning just so I can figure out how this uniform works and get to the school on time. I really hated it. It's brownish color, the dull black combat boots, my name sown on a piece of material that was then sown above the upper left pocket over my chest. Uzumaki. Come to think of it I never really liked my name either. What the fuck is it supposed to mean? Uzumaki…where did they come up with that. I just fucking hated my life in general. Having a demon inside of me trapped by my spiritual energies didn't really help. It made me feel more different. More hated. More…alone.
That's why I always got in trouble at the regular schools. I didn't care about anything or anyone. I was smarter than everyone else and they started to think that that was the only good think I was good at. Knowing things. So I just did things to show I was just like them. But I got out of control to the point where I had to be sent to this god forsaken academy. They sent me there ever since I shoved a pencil up my Algebra teacher's ass. I don't think that Iruka sensei liked it too much.
I put on the funny looking hat that the paper called a "beret" and I walked out to the car strangely because of the tucked in undershirt and the tight, half-knee high boots. The drive was about 30 minutes long, and it still wasn't time for the sun to rise yet. I got on to the campus with the sight of people running and exercising to the point that I would consider having muscle failure. It's high black, barbed gates in the unborn morning gave it an eerie look and feeling. I walked in and almost immediately the smell of must and shoe polish filled my unexpecting nostrils. The potency of the aroma was almost unbearable. So strong that someone noticed me crinkling my nose.
"Haha. You'll get used to it," said a tall black haired boy with his hands in his pockets.
"Errr….I…don't know what you're talking about." I replied shakily. But my gag reflex betrayed me.
"Whoa! Haha. It's not that bad is it?" The boy said staring at my doubled over figure.
"No….I just had too much uncooked ramen for breakfast. If you can actually call 4:30 AM breakfast time."
"Haha. Well you might want to go to Drill Sergeant's office. He'll get you squared away," and he pointed to an extension of a very large building with a single glass door and a wall with a huge mirror on it.
"Err… thanks."
He went to run with a group of guys in a green camouflage. Why couldn't I have that uniform. That's bullshit. But knkowing that my complaints would most likely not go towards any good for me around here, I walked towards the office the boy pointed towards.
A woman, with long black hair and red eyes opened the door for me. She was a very beautiful woman by my standards. But then again I don't really have standards.
"Wait here. Against the wall." She said with a powerful voice that contradicted her figure.
"Okay. Thanks for opening….."
She ignored me and walked off. I think I saw her rolling her eyes. But it could just be my imagination. Or not.
"Send him in here!" Yelled an elderly voice. But not old enough to stop yelling.
The same woman came back and escorted me out of the hallway and through another glass door. The man in his chair next to his computer was the old man from the brochure. Drill sergeant Sarutobi.
"What's your name, boy?" He asked.
"Naruto Uzumaki."
"Why are you at my academy?"
I was looking around the office mesmerized by all of the medals weapons and achievements that cluttered Sarutobi's walls. I did not even hear him. He grabbed me by my chin and pulled me with extreme force so that his face was within centimeters of mine.
"Why…Are…You…At…My…ACADEMY?"
"I stuck a pencil in my teachers…well…but when he was bending over."
"YOU STUCK A PENCIL IN THE TEACHERS ASS?"
My jaw dropped partially. I never heard any faculty member at a school openly curse at a student.
"Well I'll be…Get him out of my face….I'll get the rest of his info from the previous school," he said nonchalantly.
The woman took me out of the office and into the hallway once again. Looking out of the window she said:
"Let's find someone to show you the ropes, shall we? We don't want you to get killed on your first day."
This was the second time my jaw dropped today. And I had a feeling it wouldn't be the last.
