A bit different
He was running. Whether it was running away or running to someone he didn't know. His blue eyes flashed with a thousand emotions. His flashing blond hair was dulled by the pelting rain. The clothes he wore where so wet they felt like part of his skin. Thoughts raced within his pounding head, competing to be the most important. How had this happened? Why had it happened? It was all a blur, as if he had tried to drown it out of his head. He probably had. But why? Was it that horrible? Perhaps if he just thought back, tried to remember…
Naruto sighed inwardly. Why couldn't he just be left alone? So what if he wore a hat every day? They would to, if you had hair as bright and blond as his. He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his reddish-brown hoodie, and stared his old black converse. So what if he had no parents? So what if he had three jobs? So what if he had weird lines on his cheeks? So what if he really liked manga? Apparently, "so what" has become my new favorite phrase, he thought. School was a devil, and she liked to torture her playthings. Or rather, Naruto. Second semester, and he had been beaten up five times for being a "weird kid." The heck? He had one friend, a slightly creepy guy named Gaara. They didn't talk much, but they stuck together and protected each other.
"Naru-chan~!"
Instantly, Naruto stiffened. Diedara and Sasori. The ones who thought he was a wonderful source of stress release. He turned around, a smile plastered on his face.
"Morinin', Diedara. You need something?"
Every day. Every day in ninth grade, they came to say hello and get under his skin.
"Nothinnnng, just checking up on the little orphan boy!"
Gee, thanks.
"…You don't have to do that."
"Awww, but I do! We get worried allll the time!"
"Well, I don't need it. Later."
That was life. Avoiding Diedara and Sasori, and trying to keep his head down in the hellground called school. Yet he always seemed to cause problems, with all the wrong people. All the 'popular kids seemed to dislike him, and every one followed suit. He headed to the lunch room and, of course was the one and only Sasuke. He had never really tried to annoy Naruto, but always seemed to be hanging out. He normally would avoid him to, but Naruto didn't care today.
"Hey, Uchiha."
"Uzumaki."
Wait. What? The great Sasuke had talked? And to him, no less! He stared for a bit, then remembered lunch. One of the only places that could be both comforting and horrible.
Um, koniichiwa! This is my first ever online fanfiction, so please review! This chapter wasn't very eventful, but expect more later on. I apologize for any bad grammar! Arigotto!
Disclaimer: I don't Naruto. If I did, it would probably be different.