'Sup guys. This is my first SasuNaru fanfic, my first chapter fic, and my first fanfic with a serious storyline. I don't mind if you flame me, and if you read it please review honestly. It's hard to hurt my feelings. The story is based on a put-together AU w/e of To Fast To Furious: Tokyo Drift and Naruto.

Rating: M for language.
Pairings: SasuNaru centric. Lots of other pairings and hints of pairings.
Category: Adventure/Romance/Action
Warnings: Shonenai and shoujiai. I just don't write sex, thank you.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of K. Misashi's work or any of To Fast to Furious: Tokyo Drift. Hell, Deidara's Japanese voice would be so different if I owned him, but that's beside the point.

...Introduction...

The alarm rang. And rang. And rang some more. A certain raven just ignored it, and ignored it, and ignored it some more unitl a sudden, "WHAM" and the alarm had been tossed across the room - hitting the wall hard and falling to the ground silent. Sasuke Uchiha sat up groggily in bed and pulled his feet over the edge, taking a minute to fully wake up. Today was Monday. Shit. He pulled himself out of bed and headed for the shower, grabbing his uniform he had layed out the night before. Maybe he should just skip today. He considered, then decided it would be best to attend since their English test was today. He didn't want to have to make it up later when he had more important things to do.

The pale eighteen-year-old fixed his wet hair to stand like he wanted it and grabbed his bookbag, headed out the door. He was lucky he lived within walking distance of the school.

Sasuke shrugged off the girls that tried to attatch themselves to him as he walked down the halls of Konoha High. This was a everyday event, and the Uchiha hated it. He threw open the door to his homeroom and somehow calmly stormed in, taking his seat and ignoring all the girls babbling to him.

"Hey Sasuke, guess what?" A brown haired boy with strange red markings under his eyes inquired, leaning back from his seat in front of the raven.

"What?" Sasuke replied curtly.

"We've got ourselves a new transfer." Kiba Inuzuka grinned. "From the Americas."

"I'm so excited." The pale boy said sarcastically, finishing right as the bell for class rang.

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"Owwwweeeeeeeeee!" Naruto Uzumaki screeched, pausing as he nursed his stubbed toe. "Shit, I'm going to be sooo late!" the blond said, dashing to get everything set all at once. He grabbed a breakfast bar and his bookbag, almost falling on his face as he ran - yanking his shoes on at the same time. He burst out the door of the hotel, racing down the stairs and leaving people dishevelled and wondering what had passed them by. "Don't leave train, don't leave train!" He chanted, hauling ass for the train leaving in a few minutes. He swiped his card and got his ticket, running for the transporter. He got shoved in last minute as the doors shut, his nose practically pressed against the glass. The blond sighed, what a morning. At least he wasn't going to be late.

One of the good things about being in the very front of the bus is that - albeit almost losing your nose via the sliding doors - you get out first with all that free space in front of you. Naruto took off towards his school, thankful it was visible from the station, and entered the gates, looking at the number of people in the court yard. Right on time. He headed up the stairs, looking at his slip of paper for his room number. Upon finding it, the bell rang and Naruto slid the door open quickly, stepping inside. Not surprisingly he found himself facing his surogate father, Iruka.

"Ah Naruto!" The brunette exclaimed, taking his arm and pulling him towards the front center of class. "Class, this is our transfer, Uzumaki Naruto." The blond grinned childishly, running a hand through his hair, and bowed slightly, "Pleased to meet you." He was revelling in the stares and whispers the girls were giving him. The tanned, toned seventeen-year old was hot, no doubt. "Take a seat beside Inuzuka over there." Iruka pointed to Kiba, who waved. Naruto grinned and headed over, about to take his seat when he felt a glare directly on him. He looked behind Kiba and saw Sasuke, a look of bored superiority on his face, and knew that he did not like this guy. The blond glared back,

"The hell's your problem?" He spat.

"Hn." Came Sasuke's clipped reply as he turned away to look out the window. Naruto fumed. What the fuck? What did he do to him? The blue-eyed boy was returned to reality when Kiba tapped him on the shoulder.

"Chill man, he's like that with everyone." The brunette whispered.

Naruto frowned slightly, "Oh really?"

"Yep. Anyways, I'm Kiba Inuzuka. You're gonna do cool here, man." He said, nodding in his direction.

Naruto turned completely away from the Uchiha and grinned at Kiba, "Thanks." Kiba on the other hand, seemed way nicer.

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Come lunch time Naruto and Kiba were inseperable. The two departed with their trays and headed for an empty table - save a certain raven. Naruto frowned and Kiba laughed, "You'll get used to him." and set his tray besides Sasuke's. Naruto sat across from Kiba and shot a glare at the Uchiha who complied, standing up and sliding down to the end of the table. Kiba had to resist chuckling at Sasuke's irritated move.

Naruto was steaming. "What's up his ass!" He hissed at Kiba, stuffing food into his mouth.

"Dunno." Kiba said, "Guess he really doesn't like you."

"Hey Sasuke! Kiba!" A feminine voice came from behind Naruto. He turned to see a pink haired girl smiling at him. "Hey Naruto," She lifted a hand in greeting, "I'm Sakura Haruno and this is Ino Yamanaka. Mind if I sit next?" She asked, placing her tray by Naruto's. "Sure." The blond answered, moving over to make space. Behind her came a bleach-blond haired girl smirking, who took a seat across from Sakura and sat beside Kiba. "Hey, how's it going?" Ino greeted.

"Kiba, where's Shikamaru and Chouji?" Sakura asked, "And what's up with Sasuke?" She had to admit she had a crush on him a few years back, but that had dwindled. And she still liked him, but she knew when to keep her distance.

"We're here." A pony-tailed teen said, sitting down on Kiba's other side, a fat red head taking a seat next to him. "Azuma held us over to talk." He answered, an extremely bored look on his face. Naruto just sat, not uncomfortable, but having nothing to say.

"Nice." Kiba laughed, "What'd you do this time?"

"He was scolded for sleeping in class again." Came a smooth classy voice, taking a seat beside Sakura. "Who are you, might I ask?" Neiji Hyuuga queried, leaning forward so he could see Naruto beside Sakura.

"Naruto Uzumaki." The blond replied, grinning, "Just transferred today."

"Neji Hyuuga. Pleased to make your aquaintance." The handsome teen replied.

"Oh right, Naruto," Kiba piped up, "Shikamaru, and Chouji. Chouji and Shikamaru - Naruto."

"Yo." Shikamaru greeted. "You from the Americas?"

"Well, I was born and bred Japanese." Naruto amitted.

"No way! Is your hair natural?" Sakura exclaimed. Naruto nodded, quickly joining into the conversation created by the group, unaware of the raven watching him closely.

Sasuke knew he hated this Naruto. He was already pretty popular, not to mention attractive, tanned, well-built - and a natural blond. Sasuke found it even more annoying to realize he was jealous. The moron needed to go away, he decided, he was a waste of breath.

A spiky-haired redhead entered the lunchroom half way through the period and headed straight for towards Naruto's table, ignoring the questioning looks some people were giving him. The only contact made was Sasuke's glare and Gaara's returned head nod. As soon as Naruto saw him the blond jumped up, a startled expression on his face. "Gaara! Gawd, I thought I'd never see you again! Figures I'd get sent to your school!" Said boy turned to face Naruto and he almost smiled. The table was shocked. Gaara almost smiled. A miracle.

"You know Gaara?" Kiba shouted.

"Yeah, we've been friends since we were kids! C'mon over Gaara!" Naruto waved, and Gaara strode casually over to the table, sitting beside the blond.

"It's been awhile, Naruto." Gaara nodded in greeting.

"Talk about it, what's up?"

"You KNOW Gaara?" Kiba shouted again.

"Umm... yeah." Naruto said, looking at Kiba with a confused expression. Sakura, and all the others - except Shikamaru - were thoroughly surprised as well. "...why?"

"Dude! He's the gang's best racer! He's like famous around these parts, man - he rivals Sasuke! I never thought I'd see the day he'd actually come over and SIT at our table! Shit Naruto, what else you got up your sleeve?" Kiba answered in an exasperated tone.

Naruto was thoroughly confused. Sasuke? Racing? "As in street racing?"

"Yeah." Kiba answered, a wide grin on his face, "Don't tell me you race too?"

"Hell yes!" Naruto rushed, speaking loud enough for the entire lunchroom to hear.

Sasuke's eyebrow twitched when he heard the term 'race'. He was almost shocked to hear that Naruto raced too. But of course, Sasuke being an Uchiha, didn't show it on his face at all. The only thing that showed on his face was pure annoyance when Ino leaned on his shoulder, smirking slightly.

"Ne, Sasuke, he knows Gaara and he races. The kid might have potential." Sasuke just grunted in return and grabbed his tray, heading out of the lunchroom. He should've skipped today.

"We were on the same mechanic team for awhile in middle school." Naruto said, noting him and Gaara. He noticed Sasuke leave and wondered why. Was it possible the bastard didn't like being talked about? Or, was it just because he couldn't stand Naruto's living guts? Naruto figured the last one was true.

"That's frickin' sweet." Kiba whistled, "Hey, you wanna stop by my place after school? I'll show you my ride."

"Love to." Naruto grinned.

"Can I come too? I need to pick up some parts you owe me." Sakura asked.

"You race too?" Naruto said stunned.

"Duh. Everybody at this table is involved in racing. Although, some of us are mechanics. I don't race often."

"I am coming as well." Gaara stated.

Milk almost came out of Kiba's nose at hearing Gaara's "request" to come. It was insanity!

"It's game, then!" He grinned.

Well, there you go. The intro. I may never write more because of my procrastination skills. It depends on if people even like it.