A/N ā Another Naruto fic, but this should hopefully last longer than the others. I guess it all depends on the reviews and feedback get. If everyone hates it, there's no point going in for a long story now, is there?
Summary: A mystery new pupil has joined the same class as the infamous Sabaku no Gaara. How will the crazy Gaara react, and what will happen next?
Chaos and romance may ensue. Yaoi will most probably feature. Don't like? Don't read
High School, New Guy, First Love
--Gaara's POV--
I stalk in through the school doors, late as usual. The teachers don't complain, they're all too scared of me. I just get a raised eyebrow most of the time, and some of the braver teachers give me the evil eye.
I walk down the corridor to my classroom, turn the handle and saunter in.
The teacher, Hatake Kakashi, looks up as I enter the room. He says nothing, but glares at me with his one visible eye. Typical.
I scan the classroom, looking for my regular seat, the one next to the window. We don't actually have assigned seats, but no-one else would even dare sit there. Word has got round that I have a fierce temper.
But there's someone sat in my chair today.
I do the casual 'I'm-not-really-arsed-about-school' walk in between the aisles of chairs, and stop in front of my desk. The guy sat there doesn't even acknowledge me. He must be new.
"Hey, idiot. Get out of my seat."
The guy sat in my chair doesn't even flinch. He completely ignores me and carries on with my work, oblivious to the eyebrow-less scowl crossing my face.
He must have a death wish.
I slam my hand down on his desk, the sound silencing the whole class. Everyone stops and watches.
"Hey! Are you deaf? Get out of my seat."
The dude looks at my hand, which is still smack-bang in the middle of his work. He lifts his head up slowly, and meets my icy glare with a bored look.
"The seats aren't assigned. Make me." he drawls, his eyes still in a level stare with my own.
"Why you little sonofabi-"
"Hey! That's quite enough Sabaku! Leave the new student alone and sit in another seat" shouts Kakashi, and his hand sweeps a broad curve around the classroom.
"As you can see, there are plenty of them around" He states, a sarcastic tone to his voice.
I turn around and give him the 'Gaara glare'. The glare that has grown men shaking at the knees. It works like a charm.
Kakashi physically backs away and gulps noisily
"Yes, well, j-just find another seat, Gaara. Please" he mumbles.
I smirk at his defeated expression, and then turn back to the new kid. I deliver another killer glare in his direction. Most kids would've been whimpering by this point, but this guy just stares back, unblinking and unaffected.
What is with this guy? Is he some kind of zombie?
I shake my head, angry that he's managed to irritate me like this. I storm over to an empty seat near the radiator, to the left of the new guy.
I drop into the chair and look down at the work in front of me. It looks like a bunch of squiggles. Maths isn't really my strong point.
Sighing, I look around the class, and everyone hurriedly gets back to their work, anxious to avoid my glare. My eyes finally rest on the new guy. He's hunched over his work, scribbling furiously on his piece of paper.
I look down at my own, blank sheet, and decide that attempting to do any work would be completely pointless. Instead, I write a note:
Who are you?
I screw the paper up into a ball, check that the teacher isn't looking then through it at the new kid. I expect it to him his on the head, but seconds before it is about to make contact, he flicks out his hand, lightening fast and catches it.
Whoa.
Is this guy some kind of superhuman?
He opens the paper balls and stares at it, then glances around the class. His eyes scan the room until he meets mine and I smirk at him. He raises one eyebrow quizzically, then leans down and writes his reply.
Finally, I get to know who this freak is.
He re-scrunches the paper and throws it back.
I catch it easily, and open it hurriedly.
Why should I tell you?
Bastard.
I sigh, a frown crossing over my face.
Why does he have to be so goddamn irritating?
I decide it's time to get tough. I scribble my reply.
Tell me your name. Or I'll kill you.
That should do the trick.
I roll up the paper and throw it at the new guy. Again, he catches it before it hits him. He glances at me, then looks at the paper and erupts in a fit of silent laughter.
I turn back to my desk and frown, annoyed.
How dare he laugh at me? Doesn't he believe me?
I look back at him as see him writing his reply, his shoulder still shaking with laughter.
Evidently not.
He finishes writing and throws the paper back to me.
I look down at it. I hardly expect to find out his name now, but I open the paper ball anyway. It's not what I was expecting.
Fine. If you want to know that desperately I'll tell you.
My name is Uchiha Sasuke.
---TBC---
A/N ā First chapter all done! Should I continue? Should I leave it as a one-shot? Should I remove it from fanfiction and throw it in the bin? Let me know :Dā¦I would like to continue though D you aint seen nothin' yet
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