Disclaimer : I don't own Naruto or any of its characters or places or anything. I just own the O.C. and the storyline for this purely fan made story
A/N : this is the first chapter of my first fanfic so…enjoy!
Chapter 1:
You're A What
I groaned as the alarm clock beside my bed began to beep. 05:20. I wanted nothing more than to roll over and go back to sleep, but by waking early, I could avoid the hoards of screaming girls that seemed to follow me everywhere for a couple of hours. Sliding out of bed, I somehow managed to get into the shower and switch it on. I tilted my head back as the beads of hot water rolled down my face and body refreshingly.
Fifteen minutes later I had a towel wrapped around me as I ate breakfast before heading back upstairs to get dressed into my usual black training clothes. Grabbing a bag, I shoved a few things inside before leaving my house.
Locking the door behind me, I turned around and was immediately ambushed by a certain hyperactive, blonde ninja.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SASUKE!" screamed Naruto. I sighed.
"You're too early, ramen-freak, my birthday is tomorrow," I said.
"Oh! Right!" Naruto said, his eyes widening in realisation. "Sorry!" A few moments of silence passed between us. It didn't last.
"So?" said Naruto
"So what?" I replied.
"Aren't you gonna ask me how my date with Hinata went last night?"
"How did it go?" I sighed. Naruto grinned.
"It was really great! I took her to Ichiraku and we talked for hours, well it was mainly me talking, but Hinata's really come out of her shell, you know. She's not as quiet as she used to be. Anyway, we were the only ones left in the shop by the end of the night and then they asked us to leave, so I paid and then Hinata let me walk her home and-
"-Naruto," I interrupted
"Yeah?" he said, as if in a world of his own
"Shut up," I said. Again. We carried on walking in silence for a few minutes.
"Hey, Sasuke," said Naruto suddenly.
"Yeah?"
"I've figured out why you're so uptight all the time."
"Really?" I said, feigning interest. "Amuse me."
"Okay, so, here it is," he said, pausing for dramatic effect. "You need a girlfriend." I sighed for the third time in as many minutes.
"Later, loser!" I called back to Naruto as I jumped up onto a nearby roof and started to run off to the forest.
I arrived at a clearing in the forest shortly after my conversation with Naruto. It was around noon when I decided to stop training. I sat down and started to meditate. It was my routine. Train, and then relax the muscles with meditation that trained the mind as well. Bonus. About five minutes passed before I fell asleep.
"Hello?"
Someone was shaking my shoulder. I groaned.
"Hello?"
"What the hell do you want?!" I snapped, annoyed at being woken up. Someone laughed. Then I saw the girl kneeling next to me. I suddenly didn't know what to say. She was beautiful. Long brown hair shimmered in the sunlight and a side fringe covered a small part of her face. Black onyx eyes stared back at me. They were like my eyes. She wore black shorts, cut around mid-thigh, and a red shoestring top. I'd never seen her before, but she seemed…familiar somehow.
"I mean… er… who are you?" I waited a few moments. "Hello?"
The girl was staring at me, wide-eyed, like she'd seen a ghost. I realised I had the Sharingan switched on and switched it off quickly. There was still no response from the girl.
"Well I'm Uchiha Sasuke," I said. The girl's eyes widened even more, like she was scared. I propped myself up on my elbows. "I'm not going to hurt you. What's your name?"
"…U…Uchiha Ryoko," she breathed, the words barely audible, still staring at me. I sat up with a jolt.
"WHAT?!" I said, probably with a bit too much force.
"Uchiha Ryoko," she whispered again. She couldn't be. She just couldn't.
"You're a what?!" I couldn't seem to get my head around the idea.
"I'm an Uchiha, dammit! But how is this possible?! Everyone's d-"
"-Dead." I finished. She had the same onyx black eyes as me. It explained why she seemed familiar. But it was too surreal. "If you're an Uchiha, how are you alive?" I asked. She seemed to calm down a bit.
"When…it happened, my mother and I were on holiday in the wave country. My father had stayed in the village, so…he's dead. When we found out, my mother decided not to go back to the village. That we should go into hiding, in case whoever killed everyone decided to kill us. It was better people thought we were dead. We lived in a house in this forest. I know that you're an Uchiha. I saw your Sharingan."
Her story was possible.
"Do you…know what happened? All I know is that someone slaughtered everyone," asked Ryoko. "I'd…like to know."
"My brother…that's who killed everyone. He left me alive," I replied. "But he's dead now. I made sure of it," I continued. I looked at her. She looked at me. And then at the same time we held each other tightly. All I could think was: I'm not the last one! I'm not alone! We broke away and Ryoko was smiling, laughing even.
"I can't believe it! An Uchiha!" she said, clutching my arms. I smiled. Grinned, if you will. Me. Smiling. I hadn't felt like this since…I couldn't even remember. Ryoko got up and walked a few steps. She had the Uchiha symbol on her back pocket on her shorts, on, I might add, a perfectly formed arse. She spun around to face me.
"Would you like some tea?" she asked brightly. I smiled for the second time in one day. A new record.
"I'd like that."
We walked back to Ryoko's house. It was in a nearby clearing. It was a small house, and as we walked up the three steps leading to it, I noticed a tiny Uchiha symbol on the door. We stepped inside and I looked around. The living room was actually quite big, a sofa and table in the middle. A T.V. was in a corner and a door led to a kitchen on the left. On the far wall, there was a door slightly open, allowing a glimpse of a large, unmade bed. There was another door, but this one was closed.
Ryoko came out of the kitchen holding two mugs a few minutes later. She passed one to me.
"This was my family's little getaway. When my father died, my mother and I moved here. What about you? If we're the last two members of our clan, we should at least get to know each other."
We talked for hours. There wasn't much to tell about me, but then we started talking about…well, just normal things. Soon I knew probably everything about her, and she about me. I told her things that I had never told anyone else. Like how my life had just felt empty since killing my brother. Like about having that one goal in life, never thinking about what I would after achieving that goal. Ryoko didn't have much to tell either. She had lived in this house with her mother after the massacre. She was six when it had happened so she never became a ninja. When she was thirteen her mother had died from a sickness, so she had just carried on living here, alone.
"Sasuke?" she said suddenly.
"Yeah?"
"Am I…am I pretty?" I stared at her. She was looking intently at her mug of tea, blushing furiously. How could she think that she was anything but beautiful?
"It's just…you're the first guy I've met since I was about six and you change quite a bit between six and seventeen and my mum always said that I was pretty but parents have to say that, don't they? And -"
"-Ryoko," I interrupted. She looked across at me. I swallowed. Suddenly my throat felt dry. "You're…beautiful."
Ryoko put her mug down and was silent for a moment. Then she threw herself across the sofa and hugged me. I'll admit it, I was a bit taken aback. Unsure of how to react, I patted her on the back. My immediate thought after that was "A pat on the back?! What the hell am I thinking?!" It didn't seem to bother Ryoko.
"Oh, Sasuke, you have no idea how nice it felt for someone like you to say that to me!" She broke away and I looked at her, puzzled.
"Someone like me?" I asked. Ryoko blushed again.
"Oh, well I…j-just meant that…erm…" she stammered, averting my gaze. "Well I bet you've had girls obsessing over you since you were small and I've lived alone for ages and…does it matter?"
"No. I'll drop it if you tell me something."
"What?"
"What do you think of me?" She stared at me and started to turn a dark shade of pink.
"Oh...well…I um…" she said. "Do I have to tell you?"
"Yes." She looked around.
"Can't I just…cook you dinner instead?"
I smiled.
"Fine." I sighed, keeping a stoic expression. But inside, I was doing summersaults. By not wanting to tell me, she had given me the answer.
Was I falling for her? Was she a girl who I actually liked?
I watched her go into the kitchen. What I thought next amazed me.
"Probably," I thought.
A/N : What do you think? It gets better next chapter : ) From what I've got in my head right now, this fanfic should be about 3 chapters if I can't think of anything else.
Comments, advice and suggestions all welcome!
lina