My first fic...Uhm.....don't be harsh? :3 – Smortex

Warning: Shonen ai. Boy x Boy, Don't like? Don't read

Bold- English/expressive

Italics- Flashback/thoughts

"Dialogue"- Spoken Dialogue

Underlined italics- Flashback thinking

Complete Summary: What happens when Naruto, an adorable little punk steps into an expensive, prep-school? And when an arrogant, popular, rich prep happens to fall for him? God have mercy. SasuNaru.

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The gateways of the airport were bustling with rushing people. Loud voices spoke fervently into cellular phones as people bounced back and forth into each other, desperately attempting to escape the boisterous crowds. A group of, apparently late, adults sprinted into the swarm of exiting passengers, shoving them to make way as they trampled their way to the escalators. The opposing passers-by jiggled, losing their center of balance and stumbled to regain their gravity, suitcases flailing in the air. Some were as lucky to capture it quickly, however, others were not as stable.

Amongst the unstable fell a young teenager. He hit the floor with a hard smack, luggage sprawling around him. Sighing darkly, the boy crawled to his knees and collected the spilling items, pulling his suitcases upright. By the time he was finished gathering his belongings, he stood to notice that the crowds had significantly lessened. The majority of people had already made it to the lower floors.

Casting away his annoyance, he allowed relief to flood past his fingertips and meandered through the small bunch of people, hurrying to the glass doors. As his fingers brushed the coolness of the doorknob, he immediately felt invincible. Swinging the door wide open, he almost threw himself outside. Ignoring the obvious pollution, he froze just a few feet past the entrance and closed his eyes to inhale a deep breath of fresh oxygen.

It had been hell being in an airplane for somewhere around eight hours and at least two in the airports.

Eyes cracking open, he inhaled again, it was wondrous to be outside on solid land again. The weather outside was average; the beaming sun shed its warmth throughout the land from its place in the stretched azure skies. A cool, crisp, refreshing wind spiralled aimlessly about, chilling the sun to a perfect temperature.

Everything was in a haze for the boy. 'So this is Japan?' he thought to himself.

It was the first time he'd ever been out of America. He had never travelled before, never enjoyed the pleasures of other lands due to his lack of wealth. But, that didn't matter now. Japan was a new chance for him to excel and leave his old life behind. He looked at the trail of cars in front of him.

It was only then did he notice a man holding a sign that said 'Uzumaki'.

He was a gangly man with greased chocolate locks, beady brown eyes, and a shadow darkening his cheeks and chin, revealing that he'd not shaved. His right hand held the sharpy-scribbled sign while his left hand repeatedly brought a Newport cigarette to his lips.

'That must be my ride...' He eyed the man, disturbed. Almost reluctant, he went over.

The beady eyes raked up and down his form. "Uzumaki?" he barked, voice hoarse as smoke puffed out from his thin lips.

The boy nodded sharply. The man kept on looking.

Shifting uncomfortably under the gaze of coal brown eyes, Naruto licked his lips and quickly became interested in the taxi the man was leaning on. It was yellow and black...interesting colour combination, he guessed.

A few seconds rolled by and Naruto suddenly found himself irked. What was so interesting to look at!?

He was a normal teen! Or at least, he believed himself to be. But, the truth was, that he had never been normal, not even from the day he'd been born and he knew it, yet he casted the thought aside.

"Interesting clothes." the man grumbled, taking another drag from his shrinking cigarette.

'Clothes?' thought Naruto. He was dressed as he normally was. He glanced down at himself.

This was a mundane outfit for him, it really was. He wore a fitted, black wife-beater with a dark sapphire blue mesh netting over top and a pair of tight black jeans with just a few silver zippers. Adorned on his feet were his beloved pair of accented bright orange converse. His nails were painted a rosy pink that matched the natural colour of his full lips.

He shrugged. So what? He had a fetish for neon colours...was that so wrong here!?

Mentally slapping himself he straightened to his full height and puffed out his chest lightly, looking up into the hawkish eyes. He momentarily cursed himself for his short height before letting his snappish temper rise to the surface.

"My clothes being of interest to you is far from important!" he growled softly, his American accent heavy. If there was one thing he hated, it was people judging him.

The man gave a laugh.

'Damn guy, he's my cab driver not my clothing critic.' he thought venomously.

Willing himself to calm, he relaxed. He didn't want any rivals his first hour in Japan. Especially if it was one that would be driving him around. Looking almost sheepish, he glanced up.

"Shall we get going, then?" he questioned.

The man looked at him again and asked again: "Uzumaki?"

Suppressing a sigh of frustration, Naruto replied. "Yes, that's me."

"Are you sure?" he asked back. "The Uzumaki I'm takin' is goin' tah Konoha Academy, straight to teh boys dorms. I don't think that's your place, Miss."

Seeing blinding white, Naruto huffed and gave a small outraged cry. "I'm a boy!" he cried, gaining some unwanted attention from other people. "And I am Naruto. And I am heading to Konoha Academy." he declared.

The man snickered. "If you say so, kid. Hop in." With that he grabbed his luggage, dumped it into the trunk, and shooed Naruto inside.

As the cab started to roar and pick up speed, Naruto's attention fell to the window. His elbow rested on the handle of the door and his chin in the palm of his hand.

He wasn't sure why he was so angry, he was used to being mistaken for a girl. Though his figure wasn't exactly girlish, one could be befuddled by the feature of his face. His eyes were a wide and expressive blue that could easily be called silver and were lined with a thick layer of charcoal eyeliner. Besides the eyes that took up most of his face, his pixie nose and oddly full lips didn't serve any help to the gender confusion matter. Framing his face was layer-ful, blonde hair with sharply cut bangs above his eyes. Pushing a strand of the shoulder length, blue tipped hair away behind his ear, he quickly dropped the situation.

It wouldn't matter much later.

A feeling of anticipation sprung into his stomach. He was more than excited for the year to start.

This year, he'd been accepted into Konoha Academy with a full scholarship. Konoha Academy was a great prep-school and he was honoured that he'd be able to attend it for his high school years. The scholarship had been hard to get as he wasn't an impeccable student, but he'd tried with all his mind. The best scores he'd received were in Mathematics and Music. The rest of his grades were pretty much satisfactory, except for English in which he was just barely making it. At first, he wasn't sure why Konoha Academy had accepted him. There were tons of other students out there, dying to get in who had enough money to pay, outstanding grades, and affluent families. It wasn't until they interviewed him that he discovered they had round him up for his singing ability.

Naruto had been singing and writing his own music from the time he had been a young lad in the orphanage. He remembered how he used to agitate his room-mates by keeping his flash light on all night to jot down random lyrics.

He loved to sing. It was the only time he got to be himself, the only time he could spill every emotion from his lips without being weak. It was the only time he allowed his past to come forth past his barriers to let the lyrics come from the heart.

Unconsciously, he twirled a piece of hair around his index finger.

Abruptly, however, breaking him from his reverie, he came face to face with the backboard of the seat in front of him as the cab skidded to a halt.

With a muffled groan, he hoisted himself out of the car and glared heatedly at the driver.

The driver smirked at him and unloaded his luggage. "Konoha Academy, Boys Dormitories, Miss Uzumaki."

Shaking in the shoulders, the teen was too busy being hot-tempered to realise soft, padding footfalls come their way nor the looming shadow above him. It didn't take that long to realise that the atmosphere had become awkwardly silent.

"Mister Uzumaki Naruto?" came a shrill voice.

Spinning around, Naruto winced at, not only the tone of the voice, but his own name. He really despised his name and his parents for giving it to him as a heavy burden to carry. People always looked at his odd because of it...after all, it wasn't everyday that you name your child after Ramen noodles.

Maybe he should get people to call him Bill...

But that was besides the entire point. Looking curiously at the producer of the voice, he saw a very tall woman. She was, to say the least, very, very pretty....and angry. "Brat! Get to class!"

Naruto grimaced, that wasn't a very nice welcome. "Uhm, I'm new here?"

Her eyes softened every so slightly.

"Then welcome to Konoha Academy, Mister Uzumaki. I am the Headmistress, Tsunade." she said.

Naruto nervously tugged at the collar clasped around his neck. 'Now, why do I think I'm not going to fit in here...'

To be continued.....

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So, Is it worth continuing? :o Or is it just a lost hope? =/