2013 A/N: This story is discontinued. It is complete, but the last chapter is fragmented. Read the last chapter's author's note for more details.

A/N I have decided to finally post this . . . it's been stored in my computer for months! But just as a side note before you read this:

IMPORTANT: I wrote this for myself and only myself. I don't care how believable my OC is to anyone who read it because my OC is believable to me, and that's all that matters. :-) I am only posting this in case someone besides me will enjoy it. So. Although flames are expected, I won't respond to them ;-)

Now I hope you enjoy this :D If you can't, that's just too bad.

Disclaimer I do not own Naruto or any of its characters. Kishimoto does. But I do own any OCs in this fanfiction, and I own the plot idea!

Loved and Lost
By SpacePirateGirl

Sasuke's Betrayal

I walked slowly to the main office, worried I'd mess up on my first day of class. Konoha High was larger than the small-town type of school I was accustomed to. I'd probably get lost, trying to find the front door, let alone my first class.

Finally after lots of searching, the Main Office was in front of me, and I took my place in the small line. Standing in front of me, a white-haired boy glanced at me, a cocky smile on his face.

"You're new here, aren't you," he stated. It wasn't a question.

I tried not to grimace. Assuring myself that a smile was still glued to my face, I nodded. That was another problem . . . Despite the great size of the school, everyone mostly already knew each other from Middle school, and freshman year—I was a new Sophomore.

The boy in front of me smirked as if a secret plan had unraveled in his mind. "You're a Sophomore, I assume . . . ?" he asked curiously.

How odd . . . Most teenagers would ask a person's name before wondering about a grade. At least where I came from, they did. "Uh . . . Y-Yeah, I'm a Sophomore," I answered stupidly.

He smiled again, giving me a feeling that he probably wasn't someone I could trust as a friend. "So you take Pre-Calculus, yes?"

"Yeah . . ." What was he up to? "I'm here to get my schedule." I immediately scolded myself for saying more than was necessary.

Suddenly he was first in line and whispering to the lady at the desk. I caught words about in-school detention, soon realizing that he was arguing his way out of it. I wondered how anyone could possibly be in detention at the first day of the year, yet decided to pretend as if I hadn't heard a thing. After two long minutes, he gave up, and began walking away.

Nobody was in line behind me, so I took my time speaking to the lady at the desk. "Hi, I'm Natsumi . . . I need my schedule."

The lady instantly began searching through the stack of papers. "You're new here, aren't you?" she asked sympathetically.

I tried not to grimace for the second time that day . . . Well, at least, she asked and didn't just assume. "Yeah, I'm a Sophomore." There I went again, giving pointless information.

She smiled and handed me my schedule finally. "Here you go. Do you need someone to guide you to your first class?"

"Uh . . ." I began. I knew I would get lost, but I didn't want to embarrass myself by announcing it aloud.

"What's your first class?" the lady urged.

I glanced at my schedule. "Pre-Calculus." Who would have guessed? I wondered why that boy had asked me about Pre-Calculus earlier.

"That's my first class!" a familiar voice came from behind me. "I could show her to it."

I flipped around, only to see that same boy standing there. Oh, so that was why he had asked me about Pre-Calculus. Apparently he hadn't left yet as though he were hoping there was still some ray of hope to get out of detention.

The lady at the desk frowned for a moment but then nodded. "All right, Suigetsu. I'll let you off the hook, just this one time. Show Natsumi to Pre-Calculus please."

So Suigetsu was his name, I realized. He smirked at me, and a soft sigh escaped my lips. What if something happened in the halls? I was sure the bell had almost rang, which would mean I would be alone in the hall . . . with a boy.

But if I didn't accept his offer, I could hurt his feelings . . . He may not be that type of guy at all, even though he was in detention until recently.

Suigetsu smirked, revealing his sharp teeth. "Don't worry, Natsumi—I don't bite."

Somehow, he wasn't quite convincing with his toothy smirk, but I followed him anyway. It couldn't be that bad.

There were still several students in the halls, even when the bell rang. I glanced at my guide confused. "Uh . . . Suigetsu—"

"Don't worry, there's still seven more minutes till the real tardy bell rings. You were here early," he interrupted in his amused voice.

I frowned. "Seven minutes?"

"Yeah, there are only four classes a day, you know."

A moment of silence, save for the other student's talking in the hall, intruded, and I was at loss for what to say. Wasn't the only reason he was guiding me to Pre-Calculus because he wanted to get out of detention? If so, then what could I say?

"So basically, you're just manipulating me to get out of that detention, right?" I asked in a teasing tone, letting him know I was not angry, in the least. Once again, I didn't want to hurt his feelings.

Suigetsu laughed. "Nah, I would've showed you around anyway if I saw you were new," he countered. "You looked like you were really going to get lost."

Embarrassed, I ran a hand through my hair. "Well, you were right."

I think my voice betrayed my nervousness because he laughed again. "Like I said before, I don't bite."

"Whatever you say," I remarked sarcastically, getting my turn to laugh. When he suddenly stopped walking, I raised an eyebrow at him.

He grinned at my confused look. "We're here," he explained, taking my hand and leading me into the crowded, Pre-Calculus classroom.

At once, I saw five angry pairs of eyes stare me down, and I felt my foot take a step back. Glancing at Suigetsu, I saw that he was actually glaring back at the other students. When he took a moment to look at my face, his glare transformed into a cheerful smile.

"Don't worry, Natsumi. They just hate me." He released my hand as he explained, and I could only wonder why.

I took a moment to glance back at the angry eyes, and saw a tan, blonde kid with spiky hair, a girl with a brighter version of blonde hair, a girl with pink hair and green eyes, a boy with bushy eyebrows and black hair, and one last girl with brown hair pulled up into two buns. Their looks of resentment changed into confusion when Suigetsu apathetically walked away.

Why would they hate him? He'd been really nice . . . And why did Suigetsu suddenly choose to leave me alone and standing in the doorway? I decided to debate the questions later and sat down in an empty seat, next to the brown-haired girl, whom I had seen moments before.

"Hey," she greeted, all traces of anger vanishing. "My name's Tenten. What's yours?"

"Natsumi," I supplied, glad she wasn't glaring at me anymore.

She then introduced the friends sitting next to her. Sakura was the pink-haired one, Ino was the blonde, the boy sitting directly behind Tenten was Rock Lee, and Naruto was the last of the four, she introduced.

"So . . . Wanna sit with us at lunch, Natsumi?" Sakura asked politely.

"Uh . . . yeah, sure." I glanced across the room at Suigetsu, who was forcefully avoiding me.

Naruto noticed my distraction. "Is that guy your friend?" His voice was unable to mask his anger.

"Suigetsu, you mean?" I corrected nicely. It just sounded rude to call someone "that guy" in the tone of voice, Naruto was using. "No, not really . . . I only just met him. He lead me here."

A frown settled on Tenten's and Sakura's face. "Oh, so you don't know . . . do you?" Ino guessed.

I looked at Rock Lee, who was looking at me expectantly for an answer, so I shook my head. "Kn-know what?" Why were they talking about Suigetsu as if he were some jerk?

At that moment—just as the bell rang—three more students stepped in. The lone female had fiery, red hair, and the two boys beside her stepped toward Suigetsu. The overly tall one had orange hair, and the seemingly more serious one had raven hair.

I looked back at the group, I was sitting with. Naruto actually appeared upset, but the others were glaring furiously, just as they had with Suigetsu.

"Are they why you hate Suigetsu? Are they his friends?" I was already answered when the unfamiliar teenagers sat down with him.

Everyone else was actively ignoring me. After a couple of seconds, a teacher with white, spiky hair walked in, an orange book held tightly in his hand. He declared himself to be Kakashi Hatake, the teacher of Pre-Calculus.

"We'll explain at lunch, Natsumi," Tenten suddenly said.

I smiled. "Okay." Whatever questions, I had wondered earlier, I would discover their respective answers very soon.

OoO

I strolled down the hall with Sakura, who luckily had Choir with me next period. Suigetsu had disappeared with those mysterious friends of his, so I was thankful to my other friends—I wouldn't get lost.

She pulled me up to, I think, the fourth floor and into a wide room, where I saw a wide room with chairs, and a piano in the middle. Sakura eagerly entered the class when she saw Ino, saving her and me a seat.

I smiled widely. Did this mean they considered me as a friend now?

Sitting down in my saved seat, I thanked Ino quietly. Sakura sat down next to me and gestured for my attention.

"Hey, Natsumi, this is Hinata," she exclaimed, pointing at a black-haired girl beside Ino. "She's one of our friends."

Hinata smiled nervously. "Hello, Natsumi."

"Hi, Hinata," I replied. She looked just as nervous as I felt.

Suddenly the teacher walked in, though she looked just barely twenty, and she sat down at the piano. "Alright, class. My name is Shizune. Welcome to Choir."

OoO

Finally, lunch had arrived. I followed Sakura, Ino, and Hinata to the cafeteria, and sat down with the rest of my new friends. As soon as Ino had introduced me to all of them, the names passed through my head. Yeah . . . It was definitely easier to meet people one at a time.

"So," I started, unsure. "Why do all of you dislike Suigetsu and his . . . friends?"

Sakura stared at the ground. "I guess we owe you an explanation . . ."

I suppressed my anxiety as Tenten and Ino joined the conversation. Whatever the explanation was, it was important enough for Sakura's friends to confirm what she was saying.

"You see, Sasuke used to be one of us," Sakura said. "He—"

Tenten shook her head. "Sakura, tell Natsumi who Sasuke is first."

"Right," Sakura agreed. "Sasuke was the one with black hair and matching eyes . . ."

I nodded, remembering seeing the one who appeared serious and cold.

"Okay. Well, anyway, he used to be one of us, you know. He was really good friends with Naruto and me. We went everywhere with each other," Sakura explained sadly. "He once asked me on a date, too . . . I was never officially his girlfriend, but—"

"Sakura!" Ino glared. I could tell she also had loved Sasuke.

"Sorry." Sakura grinned, but sl oon the happiness was replaced with sadness. "But then . . . He betrayed us and switched schools. Naruto tried to stop him, but it didn't work. I think it had something to do with his brother, Itachi—something like trying to become as smart as him because Itachi graduated high school when he was eleven . . . But still, he never came back to us, or called, or anything!" Her voice was full of anger.

"Yep," Ino confirmed, sadly. "And that was all in elementary school, too! So Sasuke came back here for his eighth-grade year. We all tried to talk to him again and forgive him . . . But he ignored us because he had new friends."

I suddenly understood. "And Suigetsu was one of them?"

Tenten nodded. "His new friends are called Karin—she's the red head—and Juugo, that tall guy, and Suigetsu, who you already met this morning." I vaguely noticed her dark emphasis of Suigetsu.

"Oh." Nothing else would come out of my lips . . . until I realized that there was still no real reason for them to hate Suigetsu. "So you hate all of his new friends now, too?"

This time, Naruto answered. "Yeah."

I couldn't remember when he and the rest of the group began listening to our conversation until right then. And they were all staring at me, scrutinizing my reaction.

I suddenly felt extremely nervous . . . How was I supposed to react? Should I become angry with those four too, or should I say that I wanted time to think about choosing sides?

Because maybe Sasuke's story did have two sides to it . . . I had only heard one, so maybe I should try hearing the other. "Uh, I have to go to the restroom," I announced, lying hastily.

Sakura smiled. "Do you need help finding it?"

"No," I said, standing up and smiling in return. "I'll be back in a second."

I left the table and entered the hallway. Wondering what to do next, I wandered aimlessly down the hall, until someone tapped on my shoulder from behind.

I jumped in shock and flipped around. The culprit was Suigetsu.

A/N: Long chapter for how I usually write, huh? Ugh... Now I'll have to write a lot more to update again... which reminds me... Do NOT expect this to be updated regularly please. I am a very busy person with two other fanfictions to update and with contests I may want to enter... I have too much to write already, so yeah... don't expect quick updates please!

Thanks for readieng! I will do my best updating soon, despit what I just mentioned. Even if everyone hates it.