LADIES AND GENTLECARS (yes I'm a Disney freak), why am I starting yet another story, you ask? Believe me, I DON'T KNOW EITHER D:

AND YES THIS IS ANOTHER HIGH SCHOOL FIC. I LOVE THEM, CAN'T STAY AWAY FROM THEM, AND YES THEY'RE PRETTY MUCH ALL THE SAME. NO NEED TO BITCH AT ME SAYING I'M AN UNORIGINAL PIECE OF SHIT.

And please do excuse any mishaps with the American references. I'm not from your country, I don't understand your schooling or sporting systems, I know barely anything about swimming as a sport other than that you swim (duh), cause guess what, I'm a fencer.

Yeah you heard me, boom, I stab people and no one can do shit about it. Though it does get really awkward when the airport people are like, what the fuck are you doing here with fucking weapons. And I be like, going to nationals, biiiitch, lemme through! Also, nationals next week!~

But yeah, please excuse my retardedness in that regard…and that once again I'm writing this after midnight, cause that's when the good shit happens…I think… or I just get too flustered to care whether the bullshit I write is any good. OH WELL, LIVE WITH IT ^.^

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, nor do I gain anything out of writing this other than sadistic pleasure of torturing people with my terrible writing skills.

It started with a glimpse of blue; a rush of orange tailed by a giant flash of yellow. The whirlwind of colours flew in and out of his dream, blonde hair blowing everywhere as that laugh, that irritating, annoying, amazing laugh echoed eerily through the surreal surroundings. Where was that laugh from? Why was it so familiar? Why did it make him… happy? And those colours… that blue. He knew that blue. Where was that blue from?

"Sas-gayyyyy…"

The Uchiha woke up, a vein pulsating in his temple as he comprehended where, who and what was in that-that accursed- dream. Being called "Sas-gay" could only mean one person.

Naruto Uzumaki. Konoha High School's joke of a student, always bounding around with too much energy for it to be natural, always seen hurtling through the halls after school to his latest sport team practice. Why he was allowed to pass with such shit grades was beyond him; wait no, it wasn't. The dobe was actually pretty good (Sasuke winced as this thought was admitted to) at the majority of the sports the school offered. He'd even made the varsity swim team as a sophomore, something that was simply not done; well, not if you weren't an Uchiha.

That's what Sasuke was dreading most of all this year. Having to spend an entire year on the same swim team as that… that stupid blonde idiot! How could Kakashi do this to him? Forget that the dobe had the fastest times out of everyone but himself and Suigetsu, but really? It was times like this that he wished his guardian, Kakashi, weren't his swim coach, and that said guardian had held the swim team trials on a different day; say, the day Naruto had track tryouts?

The alarm blared on the sleek black bedside table, exactly 5 minutes after he had woken up. Taking this as his cue to rid his thoughts of the dobe, Sasuke slid out from under the bed sheets and meticulously made his bed. Striding over to the ensuite, the raven jumped into the shower (1).

The smooth, sleek feeling of water flowing over his skin like nothing he could describe; it was for this feeling, and this feeling alone, that he would put up with that moron for an entire year.

Tousling his hair dry, Sasuke walked out into his room, towel wrapped around his slim, toned waist and nearly had a heart attack.

"KAKASHI! WHAT THE FUCK?!"

"Gooood morning Sasuke, I'm well thanks, and why thank you, I like what I've done with my hair too. It hasn't changed from the last 5 years or so you say? Why, I resent that statement! My hair looks goo-"

Sasuke rolled his eyes and strut past his guardian, making a beeline for his closet. Flicking between black, black or black, the Uchiha decided to shake things up a bit and go with black. Smirking at his own little joke, he ignored the queer look the silver haired perv was giving him and demanded quite loudly that he "get the fuck out or so help me I carve you to pieces with that hunting knife you gave me for my birthday".

Kakashi just rolled his eyes and left, calling over his shoulder for Sasuke to stop PMSing and face the facts; he had a stick up his ass. And it was stuck there sideways.

"Hn."

Iruka was started to twitch. That moron was Just. Not. Waking. Up. He'd had to bring out the big guns already, and it was only the first day back, for Christ's sake! Staring morosely at the giant bucket of ice water, he lamented at having to air out yet another sopping wet mattress. But it was all that would get the snoring lump awake.

With a shrug and a sigh, the brunette heaved the bucket up and over, the icy contents sploshing against the comatose teen.

"AAIIIEEEEEEEE! WHAT IN THE FUCKERY WAS THAT FOR?!"

"NARUTO WATCH YOUR BLOODY LANGUAGE OR THERE'LL BE NO RAMEN FOR A WEEK!"

"WHAT?! 'RUKA! NO FAIR!"

"Get off your lazy ass and get ready for school then! I'm leaving in half an hour, and if you aren't in the car, then I am telling Jiraiya you didn't understand what he was saying and you need him to give you the sex talk again!"

"I'M GOING, I'M GOING! JEEZ!"

With a groan, the blonde toppled off his bed and crawled towards the pile of clothes dumped unceremoniously on the floor, sniffing through the assorting garments in order to find the most clean of the lot.

Tumbling down the stairs, he'd only just put his toast in the toaster when Naruto heard Kiba's voice shouting at him from outside, telling the blonde to hurry his goddamn ass up.

Knowing Naruto wouldn't be ready for quite a while, Iruka opened the door and welcomed the feisty brunette into the house, pouring a cup of juice for the exasperated brunette.

Stupid moron not waking up in time, as usual, Kiba grumbled. Making me wait for him; I should just start coming here at 8:00, not 7.30…

Naruto yawned widely and stretched his arms up above his head, groaning slightly as the joints popped and crackled in his shoulders and all along his spine. Mmm, that felt good. He placed a tan hand on his neck as he cracked that too, finding a sick pleasure in feeling the bone and muscle ripple and pop under his fingers.

Breakfast eaten and chibi fox covered backpack slung over his shoulder, the blonde and his brunette friend began the 20 minute trudge to school. The occasional comment was made regarding their anticipation and curiosity in regards to their schedules to see what classes they'd have together, but it was silence other than that. It was too bloody early in the morning for meaningless conversation. Just as they rounded the corner to the school gates, the bell rang and the students were already filing inside. We're kind of like sheep, Naruto mused. Multi-coloured misbehaving sheep. Must be why the Roach (2) likes it here. Easy pickings.

The student-declared paedophile of the school, Orochimaru, was 'rounding up' the sheep- erm, I mean students- who were late, issuing red slips left, right and centre (3). Naruto and Kiba stepped on it, flying through the main doors in order to escape the long haired freak who'd started to make a clear path towards them, not paying any attention to their surroundings whatsoever.

A tornado of orange and grey in the shape of Uzumaki and that Inuzuka twit he keeps company with blew through the school gates and past a very unimpressed Uchiha. Must be the old creep on the prowl again. The twits slammed the glass doors to the school open, bursting in with great gusto. Expecting the door to remain open, as is common courtesy of the more civilised individuals of society, Sasuke continued his pace forward, not faltering in his step.

The door smashed into his face.

Activity within the hallway immediately after the main entrance stopped.

Did…did Sasuke Uchiha just cop a door to the face?!

"Sasukeeeee, you're here? And after the bell as well? Oh my, meet me in my office in your free period for your detention." A seedy smile and a hastily scrawled red slip later, Orochimaru slimed off to abuse some other poor soul, leaving Sasuke to stomp scowling into the gawking hallway.

I'm going to fucking kill that dobe.

1 Is that a weird thought? Literally *jumping* into a shower? As a girl that would kill cause of my boobs… but like, would a guy, I don't know, flick his junk everywhere? Would that hurt? o.0 I think I'm scaring myself with this crazy shit…

2 Orochimaru… Roach… nickname… make sense? Or am I hallucinating again? D:

3 Red slips are my schools form of detention slips- anyone else have those?

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