Okay. Here's the first chapter to my first FanFic. I hope people enjoy it.

This seemed like such a good idea when we arranged it. Hell, it was partly my fault. I was the one who came up with this stupid plan. But we had to get them back, they'd defaced Hoppy, our froggy mascot. We had to rescue our pride back, we had to take their's away. We had to prove that the students of Konoha High were the top dogs. Not a force to reckoned with. And, of course, as team captain, it was my duty to prove our top doggyness.

My fingers tightened around the cold, metal spray can. Perhaps I should've worn gloves -- I didn't want to leave sticky fingerprints behind. Somehow, the easy part was breaking into Iwa High -- We climbed through a window which was loose around the back of the school -- the hard part was pushing my finger down on the spray can's top and defacing their walls.

Tch. "Hey, Naruto, pick up. Over," Kiba, the wide receiver, said.

I pulled the walkie-talkie from my left pocket and held it inches from my face. "Naruto here. Over."

Tch. "Are you done yet?"

I pressed the black button down on the little, yellow box again. "Not yet."

Tch. "Hurry up," Sasuke, the corner back, added.

"I'm going as quickly as I can. Give me a break."

Just spray it. Who's going to know it was you? Whispered the demon beside my ear. Little demon Naruto stood tall with his three inch height and pitchfork at the poking ready. After all, the students and teachers of Iwa High would've been tucked up safely in their beds. That's where I wished I were. Tucked up in bed. Warm. Not standing in the main hallway of our rival school. This was breaking and entering and vandalising all in one. I was going to go to jail. Goodbye, scholarship. Goodbye, afternoons picking up chicks at the mall. The only things I'd have to worry about in the future was not dropping the soap.

Wind howled down a corridor when the entrance doors creaked open. I twisted on my heel and caught a glimpse of a flashlight. The circular beam pointed at me and closed in, making me shade my eyes with my hand. It was the pigs! I was going to have to start learning to glue soap to my hands.

"Naruto, what're you doing just standing there?" Sasuke, the bastard, whispered.

I placed a hand over my chest. "You almost gave me a heart attack, bastard. I thought you were the police."

He strolled down the corridor as if we were visiting and his dark shadow appeared lighter the closer to me he came. "Don't be such an imbecile. Kiba's on watch."

I nodded. "Right." And lifted the can. Now I had to do it. I wasn't going to let Sasuke use this against me. He was already on the prowl to become captain, and I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of my chickening out now.

Black paint stained the walls as I moved the can in order to write, "Iwa High Sucks Balls." Juvenile, I know, but I didn't really have time to think of something more poetic. I shook the can, letting the little ball inside rattle around, and used the last of the black paint. They were going to be pissed in the morning. It would be the first thing everyone would see when entering their precious, little school. Konoha High ruled! Perhaps that's what I should've written, "Konoha High Rules!" But then it would've been too obvious that the perpetrator was someone from our school, and they'd definitely pinpoint it to the football team -- and as football captain, I'd be suspect number one. I might as well have signed it if I did that. Naruto Uzumaki was no fool. I wasn't going to get caught. Dropping soaps wasn't going to be my worry.

"Stop daydreaming, dumbass." Sasuke pulled at my elbow. "I've already thrown the toilet paper around the corridors, let's go before we do actually get ourselves caught."

Oh, Sasuke. He was a rebellious one. I mean, who ever would've came up with chucking bog roll around the place? Psh. At least that could be cleared up easily, my little stunt was going to take hours of scrubbing to get rid of, meaning hours more of seeing, "Iwa High Sucks Balls." Because they did, it was only fair to let them know.

We left the ball sucking school the same way we entered -- through the loose back window. They seriously had to get that thing seen to. Anyone could break in, and they wouldn't want that. Oh, wait. Too late.

When our feet hit the gravel outside, I switched my torch off and pulled my black and orange jacket closer to me with curling fingers. The wind was bitter, but what did I expect at 2am in the morning? Another pair of feet flung gravel up into the air as someone began running, and Kiba turned the corner dressed in his black get-up. We gave him the thumbs up and we were off.

And we'd gotten off scot-free -- or so I thought.

I just wished I'd known that our little stunt was going to lead to me missing two weeks of summer.

The last day of school before summer vacation was something we all looked forward to. I mean, what's better than twelve weeks of nothing but sun, sand and babes. And there was one perk to being quarterback and team captain -- the chicks digged it. I had my pick of the cheerleaders, but why would I want to be tied down with one girl?

My shoulders ached as the pads dug into my skin. I'd been wearing the damn uniform for hours. I chucked the ball to Sasuke, who passed it to Kiba. You couldn't really call it practice -- we were just goofing around on the field and lapping up the attention from the students sat on the bleachers. Our little spray paint antics were already the talk of the school, it really was amazing how word spread so quickly. We were sat in third period when whispers began spreading throughout the class, and by the time I hit study hall, everyone was patting me on the back. Sasuke wasn't happy -- no one had mentioned the toilet paper streamed around Iwa's corridors.

Kiba gripped the ball between his fingers before turning his head toward the bleachers. A grin crawled onto his face and he lifted a leg before throwing the ball at full speed toward one of the students who was attempting to scuttle away. I scrunched my eyes when it made contact -- that was bound to hurt. It smacked the kid straight on the back of his head, knocking him into the dirt. His long hair covered his face and he only had the chance to push it to one side before Kiba was in front of him.

"Haku," he said, peering down at the boy with hunger in his eyes and venom on his tongue. "I thought we'd already had a little chat about you coming to the bleachers?"

The brunet's teeth gritted together, and his fingers curled into the dirt as he obviously tried to think of a way to get out of trouble. "Kiba--"

"Faggots aren't welcome here, rainbow patch." Kiba's shoe flicked soil over the boy when he kicked at the mud.

"I was just passing," Haku said in his usual timid voice. His sense of dress didn't win him any brownie-points. His tight, black jeans and flowery shirt might as well have been a sign, 'human punching bag'. I chuckled as Haku was lifted by his collar.

"Oi, Naruto." Kiba turned his head to look at me from over his shoulder. "Care to help me escort our little friend to where he belongs?"

"It would be my pleasure," I said, grabbing hold of the faggot's elbow. "Anywhere in particular?"

Kiba rubbed at his chin. "Toilet town sounds good. And guess what, buddy?" He patted Haku's cheek. "Your head has a VIP invitation."

"And--" We hoisted him from the ground. "--You're riding first class the whole way. Thank you for flying the Uzumaki Express. Next stop, flush city." I grinned as the few girl standing around us giggled at my joke.

"Let go." The fairy tried to rip himself free, but he was no match for one of us, so with me and Kiba together he had no hope.

We'd barely made it ten feet before a voice called my name, causing a cold tingle to run my spine. "Naruto." It was our principal, Ms. Tsunade. And if anyone ever said her bark was worse than her bite, they'd be lying. Her bite was worse than her bark. I dropped Haku's elbow, letting him straighten himself up and get away. Why did the saying, 'don't play with your food' suddenly enter my mind? "My office. Now." She turned on her heel and was gone before I could even open my mouth to respond.

"Dude," Kiba said as he placed a hand on my shoulder. "What's that all about?"

"I have no idea," I said as I watched her retreating back. Well, no point keeping her waiting. Perhaps she'd go easier on me if I didn't delay the meeting. I sighed. "Catch you later."

"Later, dude."

The office door creaked when I opened it, almost as if it were warning me. Doom. Doom. Creak. Run away! But I entered anyway. Even if it was the last day of school, she'd still probably find a way to my house just to give me a lecture about… well, about whatever I was there for. I mean, I knew my attendance wasn't great, but it wasn't bad enough to be called into her office for.

The principal from hell sat behind her desk with her fingers folded together. The look in her eyes told me I was about to be eaten alive whether I liked it or not. But she wasn't the only person in the room. Standing on my side of the desk was Gai -- my overly enthusiastic football coach. And two other guys I'd never seen before. I tilted my head, letting my blond hair fall slightly as I stared at them and they stared at me.

"Come in properly, boy," Ms. Tsunade said when I made no motion to move from the doorway. My feet shuffled into the room, unfortunately, bringing my body with them. The door creaked shut again behind me, making me jump when it slammed on its hinges. "I presume you know why you're here."

I shook my head. "Ugh…" Was that a rhetorical question? I had no fucking idea!

She opened a draw, pulled something out, and a wallet landed open on her desk. I felt my eyes widen as I peered down at the driving licence sticking out from behind a see-through plastic cover. I subconsciously patted at my pants pocket. My wallet! "Where'd you…" I looked back at the two strange men in the room. No way.

"I think I can answer that," the oldest man said as he crossed his burly arms. "It's a shame we have to meet under these circumstances, Naruto. I saw you playing against our school the other week. You're a very talented player. It's a shame that you were stupid enough to get yourself a criminal record so early in your career. You could've gone far."

I stepped back slightly, fingers twitching at my side. How the fuck can you glue soap to your hand? It's too slippery and would fall off the second it got wet. I was going to get bum raped in prison! I knew it. He must've been Iwa High's principal. "I must've dropped it," I mumbled to myself, not intending for the others within the room to hear.

"Naruto, how could you show such unyouthful behaviour? You have disgraced your coach." Gai wept, tears running onto his green jumpsuit.

"They defaced Hoppy," I said weakly. It seemed like such a lame excuse now. I'd been caught, I wasn't going to rat on the others, and now I was going to get arrested for it. I could've cried.

"We should've called the police on you for breaking into my school and spray painting such… things on our walls." I winced. "However, we have spoken to your principal and coach and have come up with an agreement." His eyes narrowed into slits and I could tell that this wasn't an agreement he'd accepted lightly. "It seems getting the police in on this would bring bad press for Konoha High, and I don't believe your principal should suffer because of you."

Ms. Tsunade nodded, blinking at the same time as her head moved. "Unfortunately, if you don't accept this arrangement then we will have to get the police involved."

"What do I have to do?" I asked, feeling uncomfortable standing in the smallish room with my large shoulder pads on. The uniform wasn't the most comfortable thing for standing around and doing nothing in. It made you stand funny with your arms pushing lightly outwards.

The other unknown man in the room spoke up now. "I'm Iwa's coach, but I also own a camp which lasts for two weeks starting the day after tomorrow. We aren't a very big group of people, and so funds are very low and we run on volunteers. Volunteers which we seem to be very low on this year. I hope you understand where this is going?"

I nodded. Well, two weeks of teaching younger kids how to play football didn't seem like a punishment. It was the sort of thing I'd volunteer to do if I knew about it, anyway. It was strange how I'd never heard about it before, though. I mean, football camps were usually very big in this area. "I'll do it," I said.

"You will?" Iwa's coach asked, seeming slightly surprised.

"Yes," I said slowly, turning my head. "I'll do it."

Iwa's coach smiled. "That's wonderful news." Iwa's principal didn't seem to happy, and Ms. Tsunade seemed very amused. What the hell was so funny, and why did I suddenly feel as if there was something they weren't telling me?

First chapter is up. Please review if you enjoyed it. I'll be uploading the next chapter tomorrow or the day after.