Japanese you should/need to know:
San, kun, chan, chin, sama – Japanese suffixes. The first two as normal greetings, the third and forth being cute greetings, and the last as adressing formally.
Bento – Japanese lunchbox.
Sharingan – Mirror wheel.
Hope
you enjoy :) (this was beta-ed by Crinklescofftrip -loves on-)
Konoha IRL - High school
Ground Breaking
High school, they say, is the time of a persons life where everything happened or nothing at all. It was when hormones ran wild, and laws were broken, and students would be divided into their little sections where they would either remain for the rest of their life or completely defy all expectations. And also, out of most authors in the real world, because of this it was often one that was written about quite extensively.
As it was, the nine people who went to a particular high school in Japan were ones that fit into all the different categories available, and those that would completely defy it. All of them very different, and some that were drawn together for some reason beyond all comprehension. It was as if in a previous life they had been together, and it should be noted that they defied cliche's like you would not believe.
And so, the new term started in September, with summer over and done with and autumn hitting the shores of the school known only as Konoha high. The area known as Konoha (funny name, but it had been named that since ancient times) was a thriving place, and produced excellent families. However, sometimes they got transfer students from the nearby schools around, and vice versa. The same went for different countries. It was as if some people from around the world were drawn to this strange little section of Japan, but even so, everyone who went though this school found that their world was either normal, or changed for good.
That year, Uchiha Itachi started his final year of high school. Having turned eighteen in the summer break, he prepared to hit the books once more. He was a renowned genius, and his favourite subject was ...none, but he found himself to be a very able runner. He was very fast, but he excelled in all his other subjects as well, so it seemed so pointless to pick a favourite. And he was a predictable girl magnet, although he did not answer any of the many love letters that were inserted into his shoe box every morning.
Although he had been most upset to find that his current sports teacher had retired. Itachi did not like many people, but the teacher was one he liked. Still ... he hoped the one they would get for his final year would be just as good. Getting along with people was not something he was particularly famous for.
He had a friend by the name of Sasori, though. He had come to the school from another country, and had been studying in Japan since Itachi had been in the 8th grade. They had become friends slowly, since both of them did not trust easily, but they both went together rather well. They were both quiet, both chick magnets (much to both of their disgust and eternal annoyance), and both strong in achedemics. Although the red head did not share Itachi's interest in sports so much. Sasori had bright red hair, something that the fan girls that followed Itachi around loved as much as the Uchiha's beauty, and was also a source of awe. Not many people hanging around Japan had such a bright colour, after all ...
There was one person Itachi did not get along with very well though. Deidara was his name, and the man was so flamboyant that he practically screamed gay. Still, no one could touch him, as the blonde was also a skilled fighter. Itachi was glad he would not be taking classes with him this year. He had a strange attraction to Sasori, however, and said that he admired the other's art. The two were often caught in heated discussions about their views on art, and it was more often than not that the art classes they took would turn into a battle field until the teacher shrieked at them to behave themselves. Even Itachi would have a smirk of amusement on his face when he met the other boy for lunch and found the red head distinctly frazzled.
Another strange one, a transfer teacher was Zetsu. He had dark green hair and was very quiet, and was currently teaching geology. Why he had come to Japan was a mystery to everyone, but he had been there for three years now. Itachi heard he came from Brazil, and that while he was there he had been a rather amazing prodigy at his subject.
Even so, when Itachi woke up at 6:30 am to get ready for his first day of the new semester, his cat, Sharingan had come in to greet him. Itachi had named him that because his black fur coat was streaked with ginger in panther spots, and mirrored almost perfectly on the other side of his back. He was a very unusual cat, and Itachi thought that although he did not like company, his cat was quiet, kept his feet warm in winter and caught the mice that sometimes intruded into the family home. All in all, Itachi found him to be very clever, and a good companion.
He took a shower and cleaned himself thoroughly. He had always kept himself as pristine as possible, and since he was a runner, it definitely was something he took extra care in. Washing his hair, he made sure the long black hair was cleansed of dirt and sleep before turning the water off and stepping out of the shower.
After he dried himself, he put on his uniform and headed down stairs, greeting his mother and father. His brother had not got up yet, and Mikoto sat a cup of coffee in front of him, saying, "So, today is the start of the new year! I hope it goes well." She smiled. "Breakfast is almost done."
"Hn," He nodded, taking a sip out of the cup. He watched as his father got ready for work, and wondered what exactly was in store for the day for him. His father had high expectations of his son, but Itachi had stated plainly that he would follow whatever course of life he wanted to, regardless of what he thought. Fugaku had been extremely angry with him on this, but had soon come to the conclusion that his son would not be denied. If Fugaku was a forceful personality in getting what he wanted, his son was downright deadly.
In the end, it had been good for both of them, and Fugaku had grown to accept his son just the way he was. It had eased a lot of tension off the family's shoulders then, and made everyone happier. This was when Itachi had entered high school, at the age of thirteen.
When breakfast was put in front of him, Sasuke ran down the stares and said a rushed "Good morning!" before getting into a chair and sighing out. His mother said he didn't have to run, since he still had plenty of time, but Sasuke said that he wanted to get used to waking up early since he was now a junior high school student. Itachi smirked behind his coffee cup, and ate his breakfast when the rest of his family took their seats.
Before Itachi left for school, he gave Sharingan a bowl of food to eat, and waved to his mother, as his father had left for work at that time. He walked with his little brother to the bus stop, and noted that as he did, Sasuke became more nervous. Still, Itachi reached the point just down the road where a few other students stood, waiting for the bus to come. He looked down at his nervous sibling and said, "Relax."
"But nii-san..." He looked up with a nervous look, "Naruto is going there with you, isn't he?" Itachi sighed.
"Yes, of course." Naruto would never go to school without his best friend. "He would kill his parents if they didn't."
The bus arrived then, and Itachi showed his pass to the driver before answering, "then you're fine." and he stepped onto the bus with his brother in tow, and headed to the back to sit beside Sasori. Sasuke sat on his own up the front, getting out a book to read to take his mind off the first day. The red head looked over and said, "Is your brother starting this year?"
"Yes," Itachi replied, looking over once before getting out a book. "And hopefully he will grow to be a bit more mature."
"We shall hope."
It was how the days normally started for Itachi. He would hop on the bus, and arrive at school fifteen minutes later. When he walked in though the gates, a couple of girls would giggle about him as he passed with Sasori, and he ignored them as always. He hated giggly girls, really. He was starting to wonder if he would ever find a girl that was tolerable enough for him to actually talk to for five minutes without him getting a migraine from the sheer ANNOYANCE. It made him wonder very strongly if he wouldn't just end up alone ...
However, when he was in the 8th grade and had met Sasori, he had taken great pleasure in dissing said girls to the red head, inwardly delighted that he could share his torture with another sane soul.
Eventually, he found the room he would now be occupying, and reading the student list, he was pleased that he was still with Sasori. He turned to the redhead and asked him how his summer had been.
"Nothing new;" Sasori sat down at his desk now, looking around at the classmates they would have this year. "Went to the beach, and that was it."
"Sounds about as boring as mine." Itachi said in response, waiting for their home room teacher to turn up.
The missing teacher eventually did, but strangely, their principle came in then and with him was a man with blue hair that naturally seemed to defy gravity, with a strong build and bright gold eyes. High cheekbones defined his face, and a scar under each eye that kind of looked like gills if one looked closely enough. Itachi watched this man with slightly narrowed eyes, but then the strange gold eyes flickered to his then, and Itachi immediently felt a clench on his heart, not the kind that was like a crush ... but it seemed as though, for some reason, that man was familiar.
Itachi was not one to get strange feelings from people. Nor was he one for affection of any kind and he had never taken a romantic interest in anyone, but the way the sudden feeling that came over him was, it made him freeze in his seat almost.
Sounds … one sound came to him. The calming chime of a bell. In the past, or from something or somewhere … this man was very, awfully familiar.
But why … how could he be so surreally familiar to him?!
"This is Hoshigaki Kisame, your new home room teacher. He will also be instructing P.E to those who are taking that class." Rei said. He had orange hair, and had a liking towards nose piercings. As it was, he was definitely not your average principle. "Please treat him kindly." He left soon after.
Kisame looked around the classroom then. His eyes found a pair of black eyes that were looking at him rather intently (he had not really been paying attention when he eyed the student beforehand,) and Kisame blinked, before bowing to the class, "It's a pleasure to meet you all. I am Hoshigaki-sensei. I hope we have an enjoyable year together." He smiled to at them, and they all said "yes!" cheerfully before the bell rang, and they all headed to their first class.
Itachi picked up his books and everything he would need for his class, still looking at the blue haired man, and wondered … was it just a sheer co-incidence that he had felt a tug in his chest when he looked at the other, or did it have more attached to it? The older Uchiha glanced at him once more before he felt a tug, and turned to see Sasori looking at him as if to ask 'What are you doing?'
Itachi shook his head, walking onwards. He had more important things to do than figure out things about new teachers.
And so, Itachi's final school year began. Like with most stories that came with high school, the final year was something that some people expected to be the greatest one of all, another cliché that was rampant in society these days. Everyone's stories were very different, and yet, none of them could really say what year of their school like was better than another unless something significant happened, like going overseas … But in the end, this is a story of souls that have been unknowingly transported across time and space into this day and age. Something? It was bound to happen.