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Imagine me without You
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Everyday he takes the bus home, the same time when everybody is going home from a day of hard work, making the bus crowded. But even if it feels like everybody ends the day at the same time and takes the same bus, Naruto always gets lucky enough to get the seat he loves to sit at.

He is most likely never alone, but that is something understandable. A crowded bus can't really leave an empty seat by its own. Naruto wouldn't spare a glance on whoever got to sit beside him, except one person. He knows he have seen this man somewhere before but can't really recall exactly where. It always gets on his nerves when he sees the other, making himself angry because he can't remember from where he has seen him.

Naruto would mostly rest his blonde head on the cold window and listen to the music being played on his iPod and the-man-he-knew-but-didn't-remember would sit calmly zipping on his coffee and reading something like a book or a newspaper.

Even if they didn't 'know each other', the blonde always felt comfortable enough to get some space and be himself, not that he showed it. Sometimes Naruto felt like he wanted to speak with the other, but what could he say? What if he really did know him, wouldn't the older take it in the wrong way? You don't really want people to forget about you that easily or at least that was how Naruto functioned.

With two months on thinking and buying random magazines to see if he is someone famous, he still couldn't figure out on who the older man could be. Maybe they had known each other when they were little? But Naruto doubted that, he looked older then him by a few years. Maybe he is a big brother to someone he knows? And how to God, why couldn't he just remember? A face as pale as the moon with a completely bored and blank expression with black hair with a tint of blue shouldn't be so hard to remember!

But a few days later, he finally figures out where he has seen him.

It started one day when Naruto was chatting randomly with his female friend, Sakura Haruno. The background with her is simple, they went to the same kindergarten when they were little and played a lot before she moved to another city. A few years later Naruto moved to the same town and they saw each other again. He got a little surprised to know that Sakura hung out with evil girls with heavy make-up and bad attitude, but he could deal with it.

Anyway, they had been talking about what was going on in school. Who was dating who, and other things that girls thought was a 'most know' fact, like that there were this teacher in school that most of the girls couldn't stop staring at and whished that he could've been a student and not a teacher.

Girls are funny.

But when she started to go into detail what girls dreamt of to happen and what would have been perfect – he actually cut her ranting of here and just smiled and nodded from time to time, he seriously didn't want to know what girls thought or dreamt doing with a genius teacher.

With a teacher young, smart and fresh it wouldn't be all too impossible to think that he used female students, but maybe Naruto went to conclusions? But it just seemed too weird that a young guy would just become a teacher, why not become something useful with the brain he seemed to have?

The door to the classroom opened, and Sakura snapped her mouth shut and turned to face the front. Naruto looked down on a paper and started to doodle something. He usually loved history, but the teacher they had really sucked and never learned out anything. They got homework and nothing more, that's why Naruto always succeeded to sleep through the class.

So he got very surprised when a calming and smoothing voice reached his ear, completely grabbing his attention and dropping his pencil. "They guy from the bus" he had whispered out, no one had heard him say it. But his eyes looked wide and his mouth open, he remembered him because he saw him almost everyday in school! Great, he bought all those magazines for nothing!

The bus-guy introduced himself as Sasuke Uchiha, the new History teacher because the other one had passed away. And this guy is apparently the guy Sakura had been talking about, judging by her heart shaped eyes it couldn't possibly be someone else. He had a cool attitude, un-caring and calm expression, the reasons why girls fell for him it seemed.

Naruto fell as well, his history skills were amazing and he loved to this class more then ever. Everybody else agreed to that fact as well, the guy may see like someone you sure ass hell don't want to piss off, but his learning skills were just amazing.

But even so, they didn't talk to each other when they saw one another. It would just seem weird anyway so Naruto only got thankful by the silence, getting a bond with a teacher would start rumours and those things could really get on your nerves sometimes and he sure ass hell didn't want his teacher's fan-club on him.

On the bus they were complete strangers and in school just a student and teacher.

One day Naruto fell asleep, he had forgotten his iPod at home and the voices around him lulled him into the dream land of comfort and warmth.

But the warmth weren't really from the dream it seemed. He got nudged in the side by someone, so when he opened his eyes to see his history teacher looking back at him his face flushed and looked away. Feeling stupid and quite shocked for letting his gourd down, what if it had been someone else?

"You are in my history class, right?" At the question Naruto turned to face the man and nodded. Sasuke gave a small nod too and asked if he the blonde wouldn't happen to have the history book with him; it seemed as if the older had forgotten his own.

Naruto looked him over for a few seconds; the man didn't even have coffee or something to read, so he had probably been in a hurry so Sasuke couldn't be lying about forgetting the book in school. So he handed his over and his teacher nodded in thanks.

Next day around lunch time, Sasuke found Naruto sitting with his friends. He hit the younger in the head with the book he had borrowed the day before, earning a few eyes of confusion by his actions but he ignored it and walked away after giving the book back.

When history class started Naruto opened the book and found a small orange note, he small smile found its way to his lips.

Thank you.

To be continued.