High School

By: Asagi Tsuki

Summary: all of a sudden, transfer students and teachers are coming to the school named Seishi Gakuen. The strange thing is, they seem strangely connected, and they like to wander off. Who are they really?

A/N: main plot taken from the story I wrote for fun, the storyline is different, better than the one I wrote for fun, I suppsoe. I hope you enjoy this, aside from the major OOCness…

Warning: AU, major OOCness, shounen ai, no OCs that hold important roles, so no flames saying that I make MSs, sorry, but I don't

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto

Chapter One

It was Monday. The worst day ever for the students who hated school. The students of Seishi Gakuen had just finished their weekly ceremony at the yard in front of the building, and were now inside their own classrooms, having homeroom lesson with their homeroom teachers, who usually are kind people. Okay, usually is the key word here, but fortunately, the homeroom teacher of this particular class, the 1-1 class, is a kind man.

The students were chatting about their activity at the weekend in small groups of students as the homeroom teacher hadn't entered the class yet. They heard that there were going to be transfer students that day, and that their homeroom teacher was currently talking to the new students about rules, and all those shit. Strange thing is, why did they transfer at this time? It wasn't even the start of another academic year.

"Class," the homeroom teacher called as he slid the sliding door open. He could hear the noise even from outside the cubicle classroom because they were so noisy. "Pay attention, please," he requested as he walked over to the teacher's desk, and faced the students. He was a man with kind and fatherly look –though he has a scar that went across his nose-, and a kind aura enveloped him. He stood there for a while until the classroom quieted down, and then continued. "There are two new students today," he announced, and turned towards the doorway. "Please introduce yourselves,"

When he had finished his request, the new students took it as their cue to come in and introduce themselves. They were one boy and one girl. The girl has short shoulder-length raven black hair, tall and lean body –not too tall though-, boyish figure, small pinkish lips, obsidian eyes, and pale complexion. In short, she looked like a porcelain doll that is so fragile that it must be handled with extra care.

The other was a boy with long dark brown hair that went past his mid back. How he got longer hair than the girl, no one knew. He has whitish or silvery eyes that could creep anyone out if they stare into them long enough, and rather girlish features, though he still looked masculine. His complexion is rather tanned, and he is taller than the girl by two inches or so.

"I am Yamazaki Sakura," the girl introduced herself as she bowed down to greet the other students in this class. Her voice is rather baritone like for a girl, but none had minded it. She is cute, and the rather baritone voice suited her well –in their opinions at least-. She looked around and stared at the boy.

"And I am Yamazaki Neji," the boy introduced himself with a bow as well. His voice is only a bit more bass-like than Sakura's, but all in all, their voice almost sounded alike. "I'm her non-identical twin brother," he added, and several 'oohs' could be heard throughout the whole classroom for a few seconds.

"Please, take a seat over there," the homeroom teacher said as he pointed two seats, one at each back corner of the room. As if it was an unwritten rule, Sakura went to take the one at the left, near the window, while Neji took the right, opposite of the window. Sakura liked the window, and he'd do almost anything for his little twin sister, even if it meant he'd have to suffer some disadvantages.

Sakura pulled the chair out and plopped herself down in the seat, before she sighed a bit. It was tiring to wake up extra early to prepare things first just because they had just gotten into a new school. What's the difference between this school and that school, anyway? They seem to be the same for her.

"Hey," a blond boy who sat beside her called as he waved a bit to gain her attention. His spiky blond locks looked like it defied gravity –because it was longer than ordinary spiky-haired people's hair-, and his sky blue eyes looked like they weren't natural, but they were natural. There were three whisker marks on each cheek, and she had to guess whether they were natural, or hand-made. His features looked almost like a fox's, and she couldn't tell just why. "Sakura-chan, right? I'm Uzumaki Naruto, you can call me Naruto if you want," he said as he grinned an almost vulpine grin to the girl who merely stared at him, wondering about his offer, double-thinking it.

"No," Sakura merely said. "Thanks for the offer though, Uzumaki-san," she said, and then went on looking at the schedule she had just received earlier. Next one is mathematics. A smile made its way to her lips as she stared at the word for a long time, as if trying to memorize it or to spell the word one letter by one letter, cherishing the feel of pure bliss that surged through her body when she saw the word.

"Something wrong with math?" Naruto asked as he saw the almost dreamy look on Sakura's face. She quickly snapped out of her reverie and put the schedule back to her bag, and took the math books out and put them neatly on her desk. She pulled the knee-length skirt –she ordered the knee-length one although every female students in this school wear skirts that only went through the middle of their thighs- down to smoothen it down.

"Nothing," she mumbled. She also straightened down her light brown sweater that she wore over her white shirt, and put her elbow on the desk, before she leaned her chin on her fist, staring out of the window, to the bright blue sky that was cloudless at that time of day, or maybe that day was simply cloudless.

"Right," their homeroom teacher called, and most of the students' attention was reverted back to him who was standing in front of the classroom, books held in his left hand, his right hand straightening his tie down. "I'll be going now, and your new math teacher is coming in next. Be sure to be kind to him," he said, and then went out of the sliding door, and closed the door behind him, his footsteps echoing through the corridor of the school building.

"Hah," she snorted at the sentence 'be sure to be kind to him'. She shook her head for a while, "He doesn't need anyone to be kind to him," she added to herself, and continued staring out of the window. Unbeknownst to her, the boy beside her heard what she had said, though she had said it very softly and lowly, as if not wanting other people to hear it, because she was just mumbling to herself about it.

The math teacher entered the classroom not long after that, and the classroom fell into a fit of silence. None of them dared to talk without his permission. Although he looked rather calm and kind, there was this majestic aura around him that made no one dare to defy him. His face was almost expressionless, but every word that came out of his mouth sounded like an order, a command that no one had the chance to not obey to.

He walked over to the teacher's desk, put his books down, and sat down on the chair, flipping the stray raven strands of his hair to the back. He has long raven black hair that almost reached the mid of his back, and black obsidian eyes, just like Sakura's, just… blacker. There were visible lines under his eyes that weren't bags, yet weren't wrinkles. No one knew what it was exactly, and they didn't dare ask.

"Good morning," he said in greeting, and the students of the class chorused a greeting as a reply. He looked around the room, and stopped for a while when his eyes fell upon two particular figures that sat at each of the back corner, staring back at him with equal intensity while the others did not dare to do the same thing.

"I suppose that the previous math teacher has taught you all about function," he stated as he flipped the journal book open, and the students nodded their head in answer. "Okay, so today we're going to learn quadratic function," he said, and the students took out their math books and placed them on the desk in front of them. They acted like a robot when they were near him, or in his classes for a reason no one knew why.

"Now open page ninety eight," he ordered, and sounds of flips of pages were heard echoing throughout the room as the students busily flipped the book open. He wasn't the type of the strict teacher, but they just knew that they shouldn't screw around with him, or else they'd pay.

He got down from his desk and started walking around the room, stopping once in a while to check if the students had opened the proper page he had told them to open. He stopped longer at the right back corner where Neji was seated, before he continued to walk around, and finally walk pass the left back corner, which was the last part of the classroom he hadn't checked. He walked slowly, but majestically, and regally.

"Meet me at my office after school," he said softly as he walked pass Sakura's seat, and Sakura tapped the desk once with her mechanic pencil as a way to say yes. She smiled a bit as he smiled, and walked back to the teacher's desk, sitting in the seat and opening his book to the page he had pointed before, and started explaining the equations and the formulas for the quadratic function which was rather different from the linear function they had learned a while before. It was actually far harder than the linear function.

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By the lunch break, Sakura was quite popular. She is the cool type of girl who almost looked like a boy and acted like one, but she still is cute, and has a beautiful face which some girls didn't want to admit. Her tall and lean figure is another positive point that made her popular, but her attitude is what they liked the best. She is not too nice, but not that cruel and impolite either. She acted cool, nonchalant, but she still is kind and helpful to people in need.

It was almost a pain in the ass for her to walk through the five-meter wide room just to approach her brother and ask him out to the cafeteria to meet up with their friends who had transferred to this school as well and eat lunch together. They were split into different classrooms by the school managers, and that was why they could only meet at certain times and under some particular circumstances.

"Neji-nii-san," Sakura called as she tugged at his arm. "Let's go now," she asked, and he nodded. They walked out of the classroom side by side, and students from other classrooms stared at them with disbelief looks, before some of their friends told them that they are non-identical twins.

They arrived at the cafeteria not long afterwards, and by a matter of seconds, had gathered up with their friends who had noticed them coming from the main door of the cafeteria, and not the backdoor that connected the kitchen with the backyard of the school building.

There were five of them in total. The other three were all boys. One with short messy spiky dark brown hair that seemed so messed up, and funny face paint that looked like reversed triangle under each eye. His fangs are sharper than the other teeth, but his nails were the normal length.

The second boy was a rather plump boy with round body, apple cheeks, and short unruly light brown hair that seemed to jut out everywhere at different angles. He had pink spiral tattoos on each cheek of his, and his eyes are narrow –or were they narrowed by him manually, no one knew-.

The last boy was a boy with a rather slumped figure. He has short raven black hair that was tied into a ponytail. He had a bored expression across his face all the time, and he stood rather slumped, like he was ready to go to sleep anytime, anywhere. There were no other significant features in him.

"Good afternoon, Shikamaru-kun, Chouji-kun, and Kiba-kun," Sakura greeted as she saw the three of them walking towards them, each of them holding onto two pieces of bread that were covered with plastic. "How was class today?" she asked as they walked nearer and nearer.

"Fine," Shikamaru answered as he extended his right hand and offered the other piece of bread he was holding to Neji. "It's for you," he said, and Neji gratefully accepted it after he nodded his head to show his gratefulness and his appreciation for the food he had bought him.

"This is for you," Kiba said as he gave the other piece of bread he was holding as well to Sakura who accepted it after nodding her head at him and muttering a low 'thank you' at him. She looked around, and noticed that there were no empty seats left in the cafeteria, and they couldn't eat there.

"What about the rooftop?" Chouji suggested. "There were no people there," he added, and the rest of them nodded their head in agreement. They'd be more secure there, because no people were there, and they could talk about things they used to talk about with no worries.

They went to the rooftop, and shortly after that, they could be seen sitting in a circle on the rooftop, eating their share of lunch that was a bit too little for a day, but enough to hold back their hunger until school is over. Then, they started to talk about things they usually talked about.

"So Hyuuga," Shikamaru called as he folded the plastic bag of the piece of bread he had finished and put it down on the floor, letting wind blew it somewhere else. "Is it fine in your classroom?" he asked, his eyes drooped a bit with laziness and nonchalant-ness, but his ears were still perked with curiosity.

"Fine enough," Neji replied as he continued to eat his share of bread. The one who had finished their share of bread so far is only Shikamaru. The others were busy talking when he was busy eating, and so, they hadn't finished their meals yet. "And Itachi-san has come to our class," he added.

"Is that true, Sasuke?" Shikamaru asked as he turned to look at Sakura who was still eating her chicken bread. She looked up at him for a while, before she continued to munch on the piece of bread in her mouth before she swallowed it gently –and almost elegantly as well-.

"Aniki? Yes, he did come," Sakura nodded her head, and waited before she took another bite out of the piece of bread, in case Shikamaru wanted to talk about something else. "And he had called me to his office later on. I wonder what he's going to tell me, I haven't heard from Jiraiya-san anyway," she added.

"Whew, it was unordinary for you to speak so much, Sasuke," Kiba teased, and was bonked in the head by Sakura. "Yeah, I haven't heard from Jiraiya-san as well," he added, not wanting another bonk from her, "I wonder if he's doing fine just like Itachi-san," he added.

And the chatter went on as they discussed the lessons they were having in their own respective classrooms before the lunch break. It was mostly fine, but none of them had had mathematics except Sakura and Neji, and none had had physical education as well. It was simply not in their schedule for Monday.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to them, a figure was lying on top of the small building on the rooftop, where the stairs that leads down was located. His shiny blond hair shone below the sunlight, and his ears were perked with interest as he listened on the conversation for a while, wondering about several key words and interesting facts that he had learned along the way of the conversation.

Hyuuga? Sasuke? Aniki? What does that mean?

End of Chapter One