A/N This is a story that I made up sitting in my aunt and uncle's house in Wisconsin, completely bored. I had just finished reading a Naruto fan fiction in the wee hours of the morning before falling asleep, so various daydreams were playing out in my mind for somebody's amusement (I'm generally tortured by these types of fanfictions, since they will never, and can never, actually occur. So I tend to not think of them as much as possible, except of course, when I read them. Writing is ALWAYS, or was, out of the question) but not mine. I quickly pulled out a piece of paper from my binder of the original story I'm working on, and sped through the first chapter as fast as I could. When I finished it, I dutifully read it over and found it to be too short. The following excerpt is written directly to the computer, something I hate to do. I like to write things on paper, get out all the kinks, and then type them up. It gives you a chance to catch mistakes you may have missed and such. Now, back to the rough draft I started before coming back home… I had the first chapter completely fleshed out; I even had my summary and my first author's note written! So this is where the next part is Sasuke kinda/sorta having a dream in which he gives some of the background of the Alternate Universe he lives in that I just added. Yes, I'm sorry… This is an *shudders* AU fanfic.

Once upon a time, I was a child. A child who laughed at any chance given, who smiled, and who loved and loved freely.

Once, I was a fool.

Tragedy descended upon those whom I loved. A tragedy so dark, so grotesque, I changed. I became a person of quiet stoicism, of few words and even fewer emotions.

In other words, I grew up.

I was allowed time to change, to get over the horror, to forget! But then the adults newly in charge of my well being finally decided that I had been given enough, and sent me away from all that I knew.

It's been three years since I was forced away from my hometown. I now live in a hovel with five other "siblings", two of which are really the children of my foster parents.

The rest are like me, homeless and forgotten.

But at least I am finally back where I belong at Longview, the elite private school that only the most privileged of the land are allowed to send their children.

The children I live with are not to receive their education from this place. Only I am given that honor.

My last few years I made a name for myself at Longview, not necessarily one that I want to keep. I was the emo-kid, someone painfully cute; one people were afraid to touch.

In the few short weeks since school has started, I have completely wrecked that image. People are still afraid to touch me, but not because I'm fragile.

I am the sex god they want to drag to their beds and do unspeakable things to.

And I love every moment of it.

The uncomfortable way they try to hide their fantasies, of course. It's quite a thrill to see them attempt to disguise why they want to hang out with me and talk to me, watch them try to tell themselves that they only want to touch me because I'm perfection, and not because they want to meld themselves against my body…

And not only the girls do this.

This is the part that fills me with elation: Even the most masculine of men want me. The teachers, my male classmates… They deny it but they want me.

There is some good to having the saccharine beauty of a boy angel. Not a man, but boy.

With my sexy aura, I can afford an arrogant, stuck-up demeanor. Attracting all those around me while repelling all that have no business with me. And no one truly has business with me, in my opinion.

And my opinion is the only one that matters.

I'm not as suavely cool and distant as I have everyone believe, but do I truly know that myself anymore? I tried to pull it off at the school I went to for the three years I was gone, but they all got to know me as the creepy, despondent kid. My new persona didn't take, but that didn't stop me from hiding behind it for the remaining two years I spent at that school.

I was determined to make it work at Longview, and trust me, that sense of determination had paid off.

I shudder to think of the decrepit and desolate public schools my "siblings" have to attend. But I do not pity them. Rather, I give thanks that I am spared this fate, the slightest I have been faced with.

Yet I would rather face a thousand lifetimes filled with these schools than for some of the horrors I have lived through to have actually occurred.

You never get all that you want, though.

There is more to my story, but a sense of growing horror rouses me slightly from this memory-filled dream of mine.

(This is the beginning of my pre-written material, if you're still reading after that long, meandering bunch of drabble I tried to pull of as a precursor)

A/N Sasu x Naru ftw kyah!

I do not own anything. Not even the clothes on my back. Let alone these characters.

Please, Read and Review! Reviews are worth another chapter this time around.

Hugs, kisses, and please no flames. This is filled with questionable subject matter –So if you don't like, don't read. Lovies from {ShikonnoTamahater}

"Boy, wake up! You'll be late for school."

I immediately curse this person and all their descendants for the rest of eternity for daring to wake one such as I, Sasuke, in so rude a fashion.

"Lazy! Just get out of the house already, my foster—and I shudder to say it—father spits.

"I'm up."

"Stay up." I glare at the man until he backs out of my room. I say my room, but how could anybody call such a cramped space their own when they share it with three others?

I pull the threadbare blanket, offending my body simply by attracting my notice, away and begin to get ready for the day.

While my gelled hairstyle is drying, I check the time. Shit, I'm too late to catch the bus. But… I have just enough time to run there if I sprint… No one else could manage to get there before the tardy bell, but how could I not? I'm simply the best, and just too athletic to fail.

I leave my bookbag at the door, mainly because I wouldn't be able to stop it from bumping around painfully on my back and jarring my spine uncomfortably. And everyone knows the "in" kids don't carry much on them.

I make it into the school right as the school bell rings the first alarm. I am so relieved to get there, the warning sounds like soothing, uplifting chimes. A part of me muses that the bell system has always sounded like this; this is an elite private school after all. I just never cared to do more than head to class after hearing its sweet melody begin. My relief at getting there on time, however, sours as I realize that part of me was not expecting to arrive on time. Before I know it, an arrogant smirk rises onto my lips, the other part of me that never doubts condescendingly reminding the more realistic Sasuke that I could never fail at something so trivial.

The Arrogant Sasuke, the new persona that I have been firmly planting into the minds of my educators and fellow students, takes his cue to completely step in as my personality now that I have officially arrived for a new day at Longview. I casually saunter into my first class as the final bell ends, having completely steadied my breath from the long sprint here as only I can.

"Nice of you to join us, Sasuke. I won't count you tardy this time, but I remember telling everyone at the beginning of the school year that I expect students to be in their seats when the bell rings," Mr. Umino gripes, I mean, instructs.

"Hn. Yes," I agree.

All of a sudden, someone slams into me from behind, nearly sending me sprawling in a most undignified fashion. Thankfully, Uchihas know how to save themselves from such embarrassing scenarios. Not so for the idiot about to feel my wrath!

I spin around after successfully catching myself, hell-bent on exploding years of pent-up rage against the face of my transgressor, only to find myself—

Staring into the eyes of the most beautiful deep blue eyes I have ever seen. No, I have seen a similar pair, but those were set in the face of a dorky boy. These complement the well-arched eyebrows and blonde cascade of long, layered silken hair pulled into high side ponytails. A hairstyle like this would normally make me scoff at the childishness of the bearer, but this just accentuates the sweet girlish innocence of her. I immediately want to grasp her soft, round cheeks and taste those plump, rosy lips.

Quickly, I mentally shake myself of the urge. Who knows where she may fall into the strata of this highly structured private school? What if she's a weirdo? My new identity as super-stud isn't quite cemented into place yet, which meant the Great Sasuke Uchiha cannot fall victim to anyone's spell, not without proper knowledge of the girl and her background.

I take my seat in Classic Sasuke style, "Classic" to this school at any chance, and wait for this obviously new student to take her notice of Mr. Umino.

"Oh, hello, I heard you were joining us today," Mr. Umino says. A soft, but oddly neutral of any noticeable gender identification, voice replies, "I'm so sorry I'm late. I got kinda lost, ya know?"

"Just introduce yourself to the class and tell us a little about you," Mr. Umino tells her.

"Alright." She turns to face the class and smiles with her eyes closed and one hand on her hip, the other crooked upwards with fingers outstretched as if waving at us. Someone sniggers behind me, and I feel the desire to smack him or her, regardless of gender. I stifle it.

"My name is Uto Uza. I'm fifteen years old, and I like ramen. I'm stronger than I look, but that makes up for my stupidity in general. Oh, and, I used to go to school here in the elementary portion when I was six."

"Hn," I scoff. I was at this school then, and I would've remembered her. Even if she had been an ugly cow then. Especially then, because she would've been alone… Like me…

I mentally chase that thought off, knowing that it will return later tonight. My brain has too much to ponder right now, as the girl has definitely piqued my interest, if her sheer good looks hadn't done the job already.

"Thank you for listening," the girl, Uto, finishes by releasing her endearing pose.

Taking his cue, Mr. Umino adds, "Any questions?" a statement directed to the class.

A girl raises her hand. Ino. "Are you a boy or a girl?" she asks bluntly without being called on.

Dumb girl. Anyone could see the new kid was most definitely female.

Mr. Umino tries to change the subject by forming a sentence that probably ends with asking the newcomer where she moved from, a mundane and standard question that is always either asked or willingly divulged when coming to a new school, but Uto interrupts him.

"That's simple," she says. I already know she's going to declare her femini—"I'm both."

A/N Well that's that, for the first chapter. Please tell me if you think it's too short or just right—I have no clue, since I struggled to make this as long as it is. I'll update as quick as I can, two weeks at the most. I'll update in a week if I get a review, so there's your incentive! If you have any plot ideas or concerns about ANYTHING, feel free to PM me J

—ShikonnoTamahater