Chapter uno. sky, ramen, hyper.
GAH! It's so miserable here... well I haven't even arrived yet but I know it's gonna suck soooo bad.
Naruto Uzumaki was your semi average... normal-ish teenage boy with a fiery attitude and the uncanny knack for drawing attention to himself. Usually optimistic, he found himself glaring outside the window of his foster father's car. He liked his dad, he just pretended not to most of the time. 'Right now' happened to fall into that category as Iruka tried to pull up polite conversation, which Naruto politely ignored.
He had blinding blond hair and blue eyes, that both girls and guys have claimed to reflect the sky. His tan skin came from the sunny town in which he used to live, but not anymore as he was shipped from his beach house to this tiny corner that seemed to be constantly under the rain.
Where is that sun?!? he growled in his mind.
"I'm sure you'd like it if you just gave it..." Iruka, Naruto's step father trailed off when he saw his son's scowl, "... a chance." He let out a sigh and concentrated on the road.
A few more minutes of awkward silence in the car followed before they finally arrived in their dingy house. The teen packed light, for he cared little materialistically, and Iruka just followed him up the stairs as he dragged his single ruck sack and back pack up the stairs to the new room.
"Erm... When you're ready I'll see you down stairs for some dinner alright?"
Naruto, who was still yet to say anything, turned with a shocked expression planted on his face;
"You can cook?!?!" he asked incredulously.
Iruka scratched the back of his head, embarrassed; "well I was just going to put on some instant..." he looked to his foster son hopefully, "ramen...?"
Finally a response; Naruto's eyes glistened over and his mouth dropped to drool with a smile as he squeaked;
"OK!" and with that he ran to his room.
The brunette chuckled to himself, he knew the blond would get used to this place. He would just need time, but he had always been a fast adapter.
Before the kettle had even finished boiling he heard the loud 'tup's that signified the hungry-teen-behind-him-at-the-table's entrance. He noted that he had cheered up a fair bit already as he was smiling in anticipation for his favourite food.
"You know I can cook ramen now." He said playfully, making Iruka smile.
"Excellent. You've now been designated as the house's chef!"
"Awww come on Iruka! You've got to cook at least once a week."
"Hah! Sure. If you think you can stomach it." He threatened playfully, and they shared a laugh. A patch of sun shone through the clouds momentarily, and the blonds head snapped to the window until it hid back behind the clouds. The father could see the slight droop in the boy's facial features with the lack of light, but it was at that same moment that he realised what his only son was wearing.
"My God Naruto! You're still wearing that thing?"
The teen looked down at his bright orange jumper, which was worn over his black cammy pants. He frowned.
"What's wrong with it?"
"Nothing. It's just that it's so old... wait you cant tell me you haven't grown!!!" the brunette laughed at him.
"Shut up! I have grown! This just used to be a little too big! And besides it's my favourite jumper!"
"You don't say. I'm sorry I'm kidding. I'm kidding!"
The kettle had finally boiled and Iruka poured the boiling water into the Styrofoam cups and sat at the table. He could see the blond teen becoming impatient staring at the steadily cooking ramen noodles.
"The longer you wait. The better they taste."
Naruto twitched; "Not really. 'Cause if you wait too long then the noodles inflate and go too soggy." He said with out taking his eyes off his prey.
"No kidding. You really can cook now huh?"
"Yeah well you know what Tsunade is like."
"Haha, too true. Speaking of that woman, how is the devil?"
He sighed; "she's good. Probably enjoying herself too much as usual. Okay they're ready let's eat!" and he ripped the top off and began to shovel in the noodles before the blond's foster father could even laugh.
"I see." Iruka said, peeling off the cover for his ramen. And he sighed; it was time to be a little more serious; "you know Naruto,"
"Mm?" he asked, pausing briefly, mouth filed with food.
Iruka smirked; "you have your first day at school tomorrow-"
Naruto rolled his eyes and swallowed; "yeah but how many 'first day's have I had? Seriously Iruka it's no big deal, it'll be just like every other school."
"I suppose. But I'll be gone for work by the time you wake up each morning-"
The blond started choking; "how am I supposed to get there? I ain't walking! Seriously how far away is it?"
"Okay shush, shush. No you wont be walking," Naruto sorely hoped that his foster father wasn't giving him a lift (Although he just said he would be gone) because the pony tailed brunette was an officer, and turning up to school on your first day in a cop car, people may get wrong/bad first impressions. Not that Naruto minded too much, his first impressions were usually bad anyway. "Come on. I'll show you."
They walked outside together, Naruto a little nervous, those his anxiety was drowned out by the cry of the ramen he had left behind. They went around the corner of the house, and Naruto didn't know how he hadn't seen it before.
Sitting there alone and dejected amongst the trees was a crappy looking old, red pick up truck. The blond squealed - like a girl - and ran forward hugging it.
"It's so cute, so old! Is it mine Iruka?? Oh you are the coolest," he took a step back to admire it, "if only it was orange..."
There was a small cough behind him and he turned around and caught the orange spray can that his parent threw at him. He looked at the paint for a moment, then at the smiling brunette. Chucking the can behind him he ran and tackled Iruka to the ground in a hug; "you're the best Iruka!!! Now for more ramen in celebration of my new baby!" he yelled running back into the house. Iruka just shook his head and followed.
As Iruka had said; the brunette wasn't there when Naruto grudgingly switched off his alarm the next morning. He whimpered and pulled the cover over his head.
Five more minutes.
After two minute he forced himself up and into the bathroom, deciding that perhaps he should try to get to school on time. Passing the window he noted that, just like yesterday, the sky was cloud coated, and he sighed. He washed his face and stared at himself in the mirror, as if trying to figure something out.
"Just get over it." He mumbled to himself, "just another day." And he left the room to get changed.
Grabbing a mere piece of toast for breakfast he ran outside to his new, old car.
"Baby!" he cried in delight. Okay so he can be a little materialistic at times. He gave the red truck a quick hug before jumping inside.
Brrr chika chika chika grrr clunk.
"What?" he tried the keys in the ignition again.
Cough splutter chika chika splutter
"Iruka. How could you give me an awesome car that doesn't work?" he sobbed into his arms on the steering wheel. But then he sat up straight, gazing determinedly into the distance, fist raised; "no! We musn't give up! Come on baby we can do it!" he patted the dash board and tried again. And again. Finally it coughed into life.
"Yes!" he shouted gleefully, "I knew you could do. Come on let's blow this dump!" and away he chuffed off to school, looking around the gloomy town. There weren't too many others on the road, though he noticed that the few cars he saw were heading in the same direction.
Hey they look like students! He thought, following them. He find himself at the school, and he uttered a quite thankyou to the person in the car in front. He parked where he assumed was the student parking and watched the other teenagers potter around, milling back and forth between cars, and the school, stopping and chatting. The blond was suddenly nervous, and stayed sitting in his car watching the others. He suddenly felt very uncomfortable, and wished that he had decided to wear his favourite orange jumper, instead of his loose black one, which he was wearing over an orange tank top over black trackies, and his chequered Vans. He crossed his arms and waited for the majority of students to disperse. Looking around he realised that his truck, in all its red glory, was attracting quite a bit of attention, as most of the other cars were small, and not... red. Of course there were other red cars, just that there wasn't as much.
Sighing he got out of the car, pulling his small amount of books, and side bag out with him. it was only then that he realised that in all his shortness, not that he would ever admit it, he actually had to jump a little to get down from his baby. He tried to force back a blush as he manually locked his car door and strode over to the school, not making eye contact.
Figuring he'd need a timetable he went to the administration office, or admin, to speak to some one about that.
"Ahhh, hi." He called for the receptionist's attention, "I'm Naruto Uzu-"
"Mr. Umino's son right?" she asked him smiling, "How are you? I guess you want your time table right? Nervous?" she finally relented her questions, leaning across the desk.
"No. I'm fine, I guess. thanks." And he smiled back at her. When he opened his eyes he realised that, perhaps his smile had shocked her a little, as she was staring at him, head to the side.
"Heh you're cute." She chuckled, making his blush return. "well. Here's your time table, have a good day y'hear!"
"Yeah thanks, you too." He waved as he walked out the room. The bell sounded as he looked around. Suddenly he found himself on the floor with something on top of him.
"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean too! I was running late because of my daily push ups and sit ups. I hate to be late to class, it's a waste of youthful spirit. We must learn in order to engage our youth to it's fullest possibilities." A boy with black bowl cut, and intense thick eyebrows was smiling with blinding white teeth at Naruto.
"That's okay. Could you just, maybe, get off me?" the blond asked, a little stunned by the brightness of teeth, and onslaught of words.
"Oh right, of course! My name's Lee by the way." He held out a hand to help the blond up.
"Oh thanks. Yeah, I'm Naruto."
"It's a pleasure to meet you. Say you must be new! For I remember every face I see here, should be a waste of brain if I didn't!"
"Ah yeah, today's my first day-"
"Well then!" he practically shouted, latching an arm around Naruto; "it is but my duty to show you to your first class. It is only right for me to offer my services!"
He's insane! This kid is crazy! Were the thoughts taking up the most part of the tanned teen's brain.
"Is that your timetable there? Excellent! Let me see.... wow amazing. 'Tis fate Neji would say! It is such a lucky opportunity for us both that we are in the same class together Naruto. Such luck indeed. Come, let us go! Together we have math, with our dear Mr. Asuma Sarutobi! Such a strong subject, most intriguing, warms the brain up. You know?..." and that's how it went. Lee talking and dragging his new found victim along until they arrived at their first class.
"Lee! I never expected you to be late!"
"I know I'm so sorry Mr. Sarutobi sir. But you must understand that I bumped into Naruto here and I thought that it was only right to show him to our first class in order to best engage my youthfulness!" he said it all in one breath, and Naruto just stared at him shocked before turning to his math teacher, who had one eye brow cocked.
"That's okay Lee, your still looking pretty young to me, but why don't you take a seat?"
"Will do sir. Thankyou for your forgiveness." And he pranced to an empty chair towards the front of the class.
"And who's this? Mr. Naruto Uzumaki, correct?"
He nodded his head.
"Well most teachers would probably ask you to introduce yourself, and I'm gonna do the same. So who are you? What's happening?"
The blond blinked and stepped to the front of the class, barely looking at everyone but still remaining confident he spoke quite loudly; "hey! My name is Naruto Uzumaki and don't you forget it! My favourite food is Ramen, I hate waiting for instant ramen to cook. Worst three minutes of my life. And just like you I'm graduating this year!"
Asuma blinked at him; that was ... different.
"Right. Thanks Naruto, why don't you take a seat?"
The blond could have slapped himself in the face I'm so embarrassing. It was natural for him to make embarrassing situations, yet more embarrassing, but at least no one was laughing at him... yet. As he moved forward he saw Lee pointing excitedly at the seat next to him and Naruto sighed, refraining from rolling his eyes.
This is going to be a long day.
A/N ...yeah heh. Ive been playing with this in my head for a while... and I really felt like starting it tonight. Should be interesting- just quickly I disclaim- and that's for all the later chapters as well cause I always forget. I haven't done any sasunaru in ages so I figured now was the time to bring it back... but alas there is yet to be the appearance of that pairing. Lots of pairings in this one... but I don't think ill tell you yet muhahaha so yeah...
please review!
Sorry if lee was a little over the top its just that.... hes so cute!!!! So I had to exaggerate him you know! Heh.. sorry ^_^