A/N: I wrote this a looooooong time ago. And although I'm not into the Naruto fandom as much as I used to be, I still feel the need to post this at least. (even though chapter two is not even done hah.) I'm not sure if I will finish this whole story, but I'm willing to try. Just because I still like this story idea. I'm not expecting many hits or reviews with this one, but nor may I be able to come back with this story finished. Considering how I've currently fallen back in love with the Harry Potter fandom. With that aside, I hope you enjoy what may be the first and final chapter of this story and my only Naruto story now. R & R appreciated.
"Will You Be My Sky?"
By: M. Aya
Honestly, if I could blame my troubles on anything. It would have to be that god damned blue sky. Wait not the sky, his god damned blue eyes. Those bright cerulean orbs that stared at me in awe sometimes, the pair of eyes that turned into a deep sapphire when angry and dull cobalt when melancholy. Those magnificently striking eyes that made me feel something. For once.
Those big round baby blues, that have found a way to melt my once cold heart and make my emotions go on a wild non-stop roller coaster.
I could start by explaining just who this mystery boy is, but that would ruin the fun in telling the story. Our story to be more specific.
I will say it all started when my parents decided they wanted to move out of the state of lovely high class Manhattan, New York to sunshine and home of Mickey Mouse state of Winter Garden, Orlando Florida. Funny how the place we move into is anything but wintry. Let alone ever snowy.
Anyways, my ever sophisticated parents felt they should move their billion-dollar establishment to Florida. What for? I have no idea. I could care less about what they do with all that money they earn. So they enrolled me into some normal public high school until they could find a private school worthy of our family name. To be honest it doesn't matter to me, as long as I get into all the AP classes I deserve and need for the future I want.
Which is to technically take over the family business before my snotty-as-hell and kissing-ass older brother does. Hn. My brother. Oh how I loathe him. My hate for him is like two million thousand burning suns. Except he's burning alive in them. Haha.
Ahem. As I was saying before I went completely off track, I ended up enrolling at a quaint small town High School in this area, Konoha Leaf High School. A school that would make you think it was in the middle of Hicksville, when as a matter of fact that it was just misunderstood. At the time I was registering, they were building a new school building just next door for my senior year. Well it's more like they were going to knock down the old building and just move into the new one.
It was this day that I ran into those bright azure eyes. Well in reality we bumped into each other and he yelled at me, with a lively string of colorful words I'd rather not repeat right now. It was that very day that I truly felt something for the first time in all my 17 years of living. Irritation came first when he spoke the first lovely word and then fueled my pending anger with a symphony of more.
"Shit, watch where you're going bastard!" he swiftly said with a glare in his sapphire eyes. This at that very first glance made me heart stop, and fall to the pit of my stomach. Which trust me never happened. But it was the anger in those beautiful blues that compelled me to answer back with such animosity.
"Tch. Follow your own advice dumbass." After that being said I picked myself back up and walked towards the student services office to register completely ignoring the words of the blue eyed beauty. The process didn't take long since my last school had already transferred all my records to Konoha Leaf. But once I walked out of that office, I walked straight into the clutches of a fuming wildly spiked sun drenched hair with melted caramel for skin and deep azure eyed boy. In other words, even while he was pissed off, I still thought him beautiful. I let out the breath I hadn't realized I was holding. Hm I guess the saying is true. When you see something or someone breathtaking, you really do stop breathing for a while. But those silly little thoughts were abruptly cut with that loud and annoying voice of his.
"What the fuck do you think you're staring at bastard?" At this point he had shattered the illusion he had put up for me and I immediately responded back without even thinking.
"Hn. Shut the fuck up… Deadlast." After I had said those very last words, I felt like kicking myself at this point, but I had pride to uphold so I put off the kicking for when I got home.
"What did you just call me?" he immediately asked trying to glare at me with those eyes of his. And I do mean trying, because: A) He was shorter than me so he had to look up. B) His face had a feminine kind of roundness to it. And C) He looked like he was pouting over spilled milk. It was quite cute actually. Although I didn't admit that out loud, god save my masculinity. So in retrospect I repeated the last word.
"Deadlast. Deeeeeeeeadlaaaaaast. You seem to be in need of some hearing aids, so I shall say it again. Dead…Last."
At this point I could hear him growling in fury as he tried to think up a comeback. And yes I do mean tried because he never came up with one. Before I left he only shouted with a huff.
"Oh yea? Well…You're a bastard!" Hm. Some comeback huh? Well I walked away after that ignoring his threats of how he will beat me to a bloody pulp or whatever. I never truly expected to hear from him again after that meeting.
Oh lord… Fate can be quite fickle at times, and it loves to mess with my supposed perfect life. Well the very next day was my first day at the school and my last day of true freedom.
Why? You may ask? Well because it was that very moment I walked into AP Literature with Iruka Umino that my life was over. You could say that the very same pair of blues I'd encountered, were the same ones that confronted me yesterday morning.
"You again?!?!" He questioned with a silent snarl. Mr. Umino just sighed as if the blonde's off the wall temper was normal.
"Naruto, be nice to this young man. He hasn't done anything to offend you…" he said with a scolding look.
"Sorry Dad." This boy named Naruto said in reply while I stood in shock in processing the words, 'sorry' and 'dad' mainly because they looked nothing alike, let alone related! After all Mr. Umino had deep cocoa brown hair and matching brown eyes whereas every bit of the boy named Naruto was too ethereal to even be normal. It was like comparing the mythical Greek gods to normal humans.
"Naruto how many times must I tell you not to call me that while we are in school?" He asked with a small huff of irritation.
"Sorry ." he retorted back emphasizing his father's teacher name. The dark haired man sighed once more before turning to face me with an apologetic expression gracing his features.
"I am very sorry for my son's rudeness… I assume you are the new kid here?" he quipped with a cheery voice.
"Hn." Was all I responded.
"Um. I am assuming that is a yes and that you are…" He trailed off as he looked at his roster before finishing with a wide eyed shocked look on his tanned face. "Sasuke Uchiha?!"
"Yes, that would be me." I confirmed emotionlessly. Why emotionlessly? Because we Uchiha never express any form of feeling and emotion, it's just some sort of unwritten rule among my family members. It originates from the time my family migrated from Japan to America. Well it goes further than that, but I don't care this is America not Japan.
Anyways after I so bluntly responded I placed myself in the nearest desk and avoided the hustle and bustle of the classroom. Well I tried to anyway. Hm that word just keeps on showing up in my story doesn't it? Well when I mean tried it means blondie was keeping me from maintaining my composure. Which was usually never a problem until I met him.
Yes, him the source of this newfound feeling. This feeling that makes me question;
'What the hell is wrong with me?'
Of course, this question won't be answered for a while. Hn. And I'm not telling when it will be answered. It's a secret, kukuku.
The bell soon rang after those torturous five minutes that the blonde with baby blues continued to irritate me. He quickly plopped himself in the desk next to me, only to 'glare' that pouty spilled milk look at me.
"Good morning students!" Mr Umino started with that cheery tone in his voice. Ugh. Cheeriness just makes me want to barf sometimes. "I trust you read last night's assigned story from the textbook. Because we will be discussing it today and if you did not read it, well it just means I will just have to assign homework…" He added on listening to groans and grumbles of the students around the classroom, and then he just chuckled.
"You are so gullible sometimes! I know that this story is very long so yes you still have to read it, but by tomorrow. Because we will be doing a fun project based off of it! So today for the rest of the period, I want you to get with your project partner and discuss what you have read so far in the story. Now that we have an even number in this classroom, I have assigned you your partner. And he/she will be your partner for whatever project we have to do for the rest of year! So get to know them well!" He exclaimed still with that cheery disposition. His eyes widened before continuing on to say something else.
"Oh and before I forget, everyone we a have a new student joining for the rest of the semester." Mr. Umino started as he motioned me to stand next to his desk. "This is Sasuke Uchiha, he has just moved from Manhattan, New York recently." Oh god, I wanted to kill myself right then and there. Why? Ugh, you will soon see.
"OH MY GAWD! HE IS LIKE SOOOOO HAWT! MR. UMINO I WANT TO BE HIS PARTNERRRR!!!" A big wave of girls shouted and exclaimed with excitement while I struggled to hide the fear on my face. Yeesh. Girls, ever since I was a young child the same thing happened. Everywhere I went it happened, and to be honest I hoped it wouldn't happen here. My nose crinkled as I imagined the mauling, the obsessive stalking, and—my thoughts were interrupted as the teacher's phone began to ring.
Suddenly I had more respect for the cheery Literature teacher as he loudly silenced all the evil bitches from hell. Which I'd rather not repeat, because it would ruin the effect it had on me.
"Sasuke the principal wants to see you. I'll write you a pass." The teacher told me as he hung up the phone and searched through his desk for some slips. Once he found one he quickly wrote on it and handed it to me. "Do you know your way to the office?" he asked.
Hah. At the time, I wished I'd said yes. But stupid me, well you get the point. I said no.
"No, I'm afraid I'm still finding my way around the school."
"Hm. Okay. Naruto I want you to show Mr. Uchiha the way to the principal's office." The brown haired man calmly told his luminous son. I mean luminous because everything about him seemed to glimmer. At this the boy pouted and muttered a verse of pretty words under his breath, while a large group of fangirls grumbled in disappointment. Ha stupid bitches. Did they really think I'd allow any of them to be near me? I don't think so. They'd probably lock me in some form of a closet and try to rape me. Or worse… Drool and squeal all over me. Yuck!
Anyways just as I was about to walk out the door, well not that there was one. Honestly, some of the classrooms didn't even have doors, especially in this hallway. But that is beside the point, Mr. Umino stopped me.
"Oh! Before you leave I should inform you that you and Naruto are now partners for every project in this classroom for the rest of the school year… Have fun you two!" The brown haired teacher told us as he dismissed us, ignoring his son's protests.
I walked out of the door-less classroom without the blonde idiot. Because he was too busy whining and complaining because we now have to put up with each other a lot more than we both had hoped. Whoop-de-fuckin'-doo. It's not the end of the world.
Yet.
Ten minutes later the brunette teacher kicked the blue eyed blonde out of his classroom for disrupting the peace and the fact that he had yet to show me the way to the administration office.
An awkward silence loomed over us as we briskly walked out of the pattern of circular hallways to the cafeteria/commons. FYI: Konoha Leaf's campus was in inside campus with portables around it and an uber distant freshmen campus.
As we were walking, the most unusual thing happened. The deep silence began to eat me alive. I suddenly had the urge to say something to the seething blonde next to me. Something about him piqued my interest, though at the time I blamed it on the fact that it was a possibility he had forgotten where the office was. So I questioned him.
"Do you even know where the principal's office, dobe?" I added the small insult just for fun. It was possible he didn't even know what it meant considering he couldn't be Japanese at all.
Oh boy. Was I wrong, and fate or some other worldly figure hated my guts. Because right after I said that, he spoke to me---no he shouted at me in Japanese.
"What the fuck did you just call me bastard?!" Might I add that he shouted it quite fluently? I only answered back, my eyes glaring bullets through his sapphire ones. Of course, what fate didn't know was that I like a little challenge.
"Again with this? You seriously need to get those ears of yours fixed. Dobe." I do recall mentioning that my family is purely Japanese, we still speak it and yes even write all forms of kanji. The family head believed that it was best to stay in touch with our culture and roots. So my aunts, uncles, and basically every member of the family migrate to Japan for the summer to visit other relatives. Including my stupid brother and myself. And even my disgusting thing of a cousin, Sai. Ugh you do not want to meet him; he has an obsession with penises and other types of phallic imagery. It is very strange and I have no clue how that thing was even born into our family in the first place.
Anywho, back to the story. I repeated the insult once more with a smirk. Because Uchiha's don't smile or grin, it's just some other unwritten rule. I slightly chuckled at this point; who knew it was so much fun just to see him so riled up! After a good 5 minutes of our "small talk", we finally reached a big blue door near the gymnasium with a silver plaque with the words "Administration Office" in bold black letters. As intimidating as it looks, I didn't feel any sort of fear for it. To me it was just another principal's office with another principal wanting to meet an heir to the Uchiha Corporation. I snapped back to reality and opened the door offering it to the furious blonde.
"Ladies first." I teased with another one of those smirks. At the gesture and the comment, he angrily huffed and walked into the office as if suppressing his anger and actions. I walked in after him and followed him through the little hallway after passing two secretaries to another door, this time it was a deep navy blue with a gold plaque on it with curvy letters forming "The Principal's Office". This door wasn't as intimidating as the one that led to it, so I took a deep breath and opened the door and walked in with the blonde tagging along behind me.
The principal's desk wasn't as elaborate as the one the principal at my last school had. It was a plain oak and had all the papers placed into designated piles and some in manila folders. In front of the desk was another gold plaque, with the letters "Principal Sarutobi" embossed across the whole thing.
The man who sat behind the very well organized desk was quite old; he had many wrinkles from the crows' feet to the sagging skin on his cheekbones. Though his eyes were still youthful and kind, once the obsidian eyes met the principal's the man slowly stood up with the help of his cane and extended his arm out to shake the pale boy's hand.
"Hello Sasuke, as you already know I am the principal of Konoha Leaf, Mr. Sarutobi." The old man said with small, yet warming grin as he shook the boy's hand. He slowly sat back down after his greeting.
"Nice to meet you ." I responded calmly, while the blonde next to me was abnormally silent.
"You two may sit down, I may need you later Naruto." Mr. Sarutobi told the blue eyed blonde next to me with a smile.
"Well Sasuke your school has just sent the rest of your transcripts, and I must say I am quite impressed. Were you planning on taking dual enrollment this year? Because I think it is a fitting idea since you are ahead with your credits." The old man spoke with a firmness in his voice.
"Back in St. Francis, I wasn't planning on it. Currently I am not sure because I do not know how long I will remain in this school." Let me explain, back in Manhattan my father placed me in a private high school called St. Francis. It was a school for only the wealthy and elite. If you did exceedingly well in middle school, you would have been considered for a scholarship there. But that's only if you did not have the wealth most of kids' families there do.
"Well I want you to think about it. Let me know next week. Are you finding your way around easily?" Sarutobi asked politely.
"Not really, although I am getting used to the campus already" I replied.
"Well then considering you and Naruto have similar schedules, he will guide you around the school. Won't you Mr. Uzumaki?" The old man kindly questioned the blonde, who in turn continued his act of silence and nodded.
"Then it's settled. You may both leave now." The principal said with a small smile on his wrinkly face. We stood up from the overstuffed leather chairs, walked to the navy door and muttered a 'thank you' as I opened it allowing the blonde to walk out first.
Once the door was closed the blonde let out a breath of air I had not realized he was holding. "Man, visiting that office always gets me soworked up!" He stated as rubbed the back of his neck.
"Why?" I asked as we left the administration office. "Do you get in trouble often?" I questioned with another one of my trademark smirks.
His face contorted into a sad expression as he replied. "No. Not anymore," I had not realized how close my face was to his at the time, nor the fact that we stopped walking. The only thing I actually noticed was how much a dull grey-blue his eyes became when he answered my silly question. And soon the feeling was contagious as my lips formed a thin line.
The boy looked up and realized his lips were centimeter from mine and he quickly backed away and turned around to hide the blush forming on his face.
"I-I think we'd b-better get back to class… Or else I-Iruka will go mother-hen mode if we never come back." He managed to sputter out as he turned around to grin sloppily at me. I smirked at the normally boisterous boy and walked ahead of him only to rile him up.
"You're too slow… Dobe," I bluntly said as I walked further into the circular hallways, with him shouting behind me.
"Oi, Teme! Just you wait! I will beat you no matter what! And you will bow down at my awesomeness, begging for my attention!"
"Usuratonkachi, shut up there are people trying to learn." I stated firmly as I felt a vein throb on my temple.
"Fine. I will shut up, only if you race me to the classroom!" He exclaimed as he started to run past me. I leeringly grinned and ran quicker to catch up to him. A little competition couldn't hurt right?
We both began to run faster as we neared the door less classroom, so far our meaningless little race was tied but I could not allow that to happen. So I picked up the pace and raced passed the loud-mouthed blonde directly into Mr. Umino's classroom. The blue eyed boy raced in a few seconds after me and soon the both of us were lying on the floor panting while Mr. Umino scolded us with a condescending frown.
The blonde gave a tired grin at the teacher as he gasped for air. "Looks like ya beat me, huh teme?" He wheezed out as he began to stand up. "Hmph. That doesn't mean I won't beat ya next time." He spoke with a mischievous beam on his face as he held his hand out to me to help me stand up.
"Hn. In your dreams dobe." I said with a smirk as I had begun to breathe deep breaths to calm my heart rate. I knew that in two seconds he would react to my statement and annoy me with me more threats. But it was worth it.
Or so I thought.
The chocolate colored hair teacher sighed and his eyebrow twitched in aggravation. But before he could say anything, the bell rang and a horde of students scrambled out of the classroom. We both grabbed our things hurriedly and tried to sneak away, but the scarred teacher interrupted our escape.
"You two. Stay." He ordered with a large frightening aura surrounding him. I gulped and yelled mentally while trying to maintain my self-control, while the blonde next to me began to sweat bullets.
Yes, Mr. Umino is very intimidating when angered. So right then and there I made a mental note to myself, to never get on 's bad side and stay on his good graces.
"Please sit, I promise I'll write you both up a pass for your next period." The brunette stated firmly while trying to stay calm. Without a second thought, I took the nearest desk and the blue eyed boy did the same.
"To be frankly honest, I was reconsidering changing your project partners." At this Naruto grinned. "But after seeing that atrocious behavior, I am definitely not changing your project partners. I hope you're happy together! Now leave." The brunette said with a firm frown on his usually kind features. At this the blonde's grin fell as a look of anger overcame his face as he snatched the pass out of his father figure's hand and stomped out of the room. The brown haired teacher only sighed softly before reprimanding after the blonde's retreating figure.
"And please behave Naruto! Or else there will be no ramen for you at home!" This in turn caused the enraged teen to flinch in fear, thus amusing me even more of the situation.
It seems my time in this school won't be as bad as I thought it would. For once in my life I am actually enjoying myself.
All thanks to the blonde angel by the name of Naruto Uzumaki.
A/N 2: As I have stated previously, depending how I feel towards this story and the support of other people may determine whether I will finish and post the second chapter.
Ideas are appreciated. Thank you.