Rating: MA
Pairings: Sasuke/Naruto, Neji/Gaara, Shikamaru/Ino, Shino/Kiba, Kakashi/Iruka, Quils/Kiska (Sammy's and mine's)
Warnings: Au, OOC, yaoi, language, Lemon, some sap/fluff, Sakura-bashing (the warning is for those that like the pink one)
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters. I do however own Kiska and Quils belongs to my friend Sammy.
"Talking"
'Thinking'
Konichiwa everyone! Thsi si my first fanfic so if you are gonna review or what not try to keep that in mind.
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Monday. By far the worst day of the week, especially if this particular Monday was your first at a new school. At least these were the thoughts of one named Naruto Uzumaki, a blue eyed, bright blonde hair, 16 year old boy. He wore a simple pair of blue slacks, a white button down long sleeve shirt with a blue tie hanging loosely form his neck, as well a blue blazer with his new school's insignia on the front left. Naruto also had with him a black messenger bag with the names of his friends from his previous school, the few that he had, scribbled in different places. Now normally, Naruto liked going to school, even if he did get constantly picked on. Going to school meant more time he could hang out with his friends; however, this was not the case now, since he had recently moved, landing him in the current situation of no friends, new house, new school, new…everything.
Naruto waited at the crosswalk for the sign to change so he could cross the street. His usual cheery self thwarted by the effect of having to be in a new pace. 'I don't see why we all had to move just 'cause that pervert got a better job. And how come he had to drag me and Iruka-san along with him.' Naruto scowled at the road as he crossed hi. 'He could've just come by himself but nooooo he had to drag Iruka-san and me come too. Stupid Kakashi and his stupid pervert book and his stu-' The sound of revving brought him out of his mental rant, he looked up in time to see 6 black Kawasaki ninja motorcycles speed past him towards the school gates. They went in rows of two, wearing the same clothing as Naruto except instead of the blue jacket, they wore black leather dusters. The each member of the group wore black helmets, each with their own symbol on the back, but Naruto couldn't tell what they were. He watched as the bikes and their rider disappeared into the school's underground parking lot still in amazed/shocked like state.
"Whoa, who the hell are they?!?!" Naruto shouted once he was out of his stupor.
"They are Chakra High's most dangerous and notorious gang, Shinikuro." Naruto quickly turned around, surprised by the sudden voice behind him. The speaker was a young girl about his age with unusual dark red eyes, a pale complexion and a long black braid that lay over her shoulder. He noticed that she wore a similar uniform to his but instead of pants; she donned a short blue skirt. "Hi, name's Kiska Rosean. You must be new here"
Naruto laughed nervously as he placed his left arm behind his head bending at the elbow.
"Uh... Yeah! How'd ya guess?"
Kiska smiled at him and chuckled, "Well, there is not a person in this school, or city, that doesn't know who they are, so it's obvious. Anyway, by the looks of you, I'd say you're in my class. So come on or we are going to be late and I am never later." With that the young girl, who he now knew as Kiska walked passed him and made her way towards the school, slinging her the strap of her book bag off one shoulder and onto the other.
Naruto stared at the very strange girl for a minute or so before quickly running after her, adjusting the strap of his messenger bag as he went.
'I always make friends with the strange ones'
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Chakra's Underground Parking Lot
That parking lot was full of excited student, all hanging around their or their friend's car waiting for the bell to ring. All the chattering stopped as six black bikes made their way through. The gang parked their bikes in a reserved spot in the back of the lot; one by one they shut off their bikes and smoothly dismounted.
Each member of the gang took off their helmet at their own pace. One of them whooping about being back in school, while the rest either smirked, stared blankly or muttered "troublesome." They made their way into the school, the leader glaring at any one in his line of vision and the more excitable one pushing them out of the way.
Small though the group maybe, they held an air of authority, confidence and danger about the. The kind of danger that said 'Fuck with us and we will rip out you intestines and feed them to you' and teachers and students alike go the message loud and clear.
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Neh...what do you think so far?