Brother story to my story The Return of the Missing Brother.
And this story is called The brother I never wanted. So lets begin! You do not have to read either story before reading the other. this is just and idea I can't ignore. And off we go! But it is recommended to read this story while you read the other.
He felt a wave of calm overcome him at the sight of his new school. Fukushima high school was new territory but knowing it was only a school made him feel calm and level headed. He was used to this, skipping grades and moving schools. He didn't really know why he was freaking out before, maybe because this was high school and he was only nine.
Nine. It seemed so old to him but if he thought himself old, his dad must be ancient and he knew for a fact that his dad was anything but ancient. So he faced the truth. He was nine and going to a school faced with kids who were already in puberty or beginning puberty and he was a good few years away from even thinking in that direction. He was slightly intimidated but thinking of the new things he was determined to learn in this school made him strengthen his resolve to go to high school and not stay in the junior high for another year.
He stood there for a while, just looking at the school in the pale morning. The wind blew some of his dyed hair into his face. Ugh. He hated the fact that he had to dye his hair black instead of keeping it its natural blonde, just to appease the school board. No to mention the fact that he had to wear make up to cover his scars because 'they looked to delinquent' the concealer was thick on his face and it made him look pale instead of the light tan he had acquired over the summer. His thoughts now away from the school and lighter and slightly vain, he was ready to start the rest of the school year.
Done thinking, he walked forward, his dad closely following him.
"You sure you want to do this Naru?" his dad said for the hundredth time this morning.
"Yeah dad." He replied for the hundredth time. He heard his dad sigh behind him. Ignoring his dad, he continued to walk towards the main office to find the secretaries and the principal.
They continued down the empty halls, a constant reminder that it was early in the morning, a long time before the school day would start.
They reached the office and was faced with blue carpet and red chairs. He found the room rather ugly and unwelcoming. Sighing, knowing there was nothing he could do about it, he located a nearby chair and sat down. He soon found out that not only was it ugly, it smelled bad and was uncomfortable to boot. Shifting, he tried to find a semi-comfortable position to wait in. bored, he reached into the backpack he placed at his feet and once unzipped, rummaged around looking for something to entertain himself with. His had searched, moving up, down, left, right. Pencils, notebooks, an eraser, a binder, Shakespeare…ah! Content, he pulled out his copy of the devil in the white city, more than happy to pass the time away by reading about suspense and murder.
He was so consumed by his book that he jumped a little when he felt a hand gently shake him.
"Come on, she said she would see us now." His dad whispered, his eyes warm and happy as he looked at the book Naruto was reading and back to him. "Your Mother's influence obviously, she always loved history." So many years and his dad was still just as in love with his mom as he was when they first started going out.
Nodding in acknowledgement, he raised to his feet slowly, just now becoming aware of his sleeping leg. Squashing down the flash of irritation he felt, he limped slightly into the nearby office, right behind the head secretary desk and the other secretary's cubicles.
When he walked in he was faced with a dark beauty who just lifted an eyebrow and nodded to his leg.
He felt compelled to answer the unspoken question. "It fell asleep." She nodded in acknowledgement and asked for them to please sit down. He once again lowered himself into a chair but this time he was pleased to notice it was more comfortable than the red things outside.
He once again looked at the woman who was about to decide his fate. She was beautiful, with almond shaped black eyes and shoulder length silky black hair. Her name was Chisa Uchiha. Figures. The Uchiha's were known for being beautiful, including the males.
"I am principal Uchiha, it is nice to meet you Mr. Namikaze and Namikaze-kun." She said, her voice void of actual emotion. Another Uchiha trait apparently, they were supposed to be colder than ice. But he wouldn't know, this was the first time he ever talked or saw an Uchiha. It was an experience to say the least.
"Nice to meet you." His dad answered for the both of them. He just nodded his head in agreement.
"I am sorry you had to be here so early in the morning Mr. Namikaze, I hope if I offer coffee it will make up for the early hour?" it seemed he was just going to be in the background while his father made the negotiations and the thought was fine with him, he was content to just observe the environment and who was going to be his new principal.
He let his eyes wander around the room. Unlike the sitting room, her office was tastefully done, dark navy blue walls, cherry desk, brown leather chairs and dark red and silver accents. She took the colors that clashed outside and turned them into something completely new. He couldn't help but wonder what that said about her. Maybe he was reading too much into it, having only just started reading a psychology book. Or maybe, she was just showing clan pride. Blue, red, and white or silver are the colors of the Uchiha clan…yes, he decided, he was reading to much into it, or was not far enough in his book to make an accurate statement about how this room expresses the principal in some way.
Done with looking around the room, he focused on the principal. He quickly became bored though. Her face was always stern and had a no nonsense look to it. Boring.
Now completely bored, he focused on his dad. No matter what, his dad would always be entertaining. His dad was 6 ft. 5 in. tall and had spiky golden blonde hair and his face was slightly tan. He had sky blue eyes that could sway anyone into giving him what he wanted. Minato Namikaze was handsome and he used it to his advantage. In fact, he was using it against his teacher right now. Ah, so amusing. Especially since it seemed Mrs. Uchiha seemed not affected.
"I think we are all done here, classes will start in another 30 minutes. Namikaze-kun, why don't you go look around and find your locker and everything?" nodding, he got out of the chair and walked out of the office and main office into the hallway.
The tiles were tan and the walls white and the lockers were red. No doubt the school's colors. He walked aimlessly around the school, making a mental map as he went. Occasionally he would compare his map to the one the secretary gave him just to see if he was accurate. Done with the first floor, he moved up to the second floor and started his process all again. He went up two more flights of stairs and now he was at the tallest section of the school. He walked around this time with a purpose in mind. His locker was supposed to be on this floor along with a few of his classes.
Finding his locker, he turned the lock to the right numbers and soon was presented with a blank locker. Shoving his back pack off his shoulder, he started to take things out of it. He took out 3 textbooks and 5 notebooks 3 binders and 5 folders. He put all his independent reading books on the middle shelf and put all his pencils and other like supplies on the top shelf. Everything else was organized on the bottom by what our he had the classes. Noticing the time, he grabbed his first hour stuff and a random book and wandered off once again.
He turned off the water and looked into the mirror hanging above the sink. Ugh. He hated his appearance. He looked paler than a ghost and his hair was flat and slightly long, a little past his shoulder, and did he mention flat? The damn hair dye not only took away his natural blonde color but also the spikey quality to it (well if he thought logically it was more his mom attacking his hair with a straightener than anything, but he wanted to blame the dye). But if there was one good thing, it was that his blue eyes looked cooler against his now pale complexion and boring black hair.
He exited the bathroom and went looking for his first hour class.
He found it on the third floor of the building. Opening the door, he saw some kids already in the room. Ignoring the stares, he placed his Algebra books on a random desk near the front and windows, and walked out of the classroom.
When he heard the warning bell, he rushed back into the class room and into the seat he marked his. he waited as the teacher went through attendance and passed out the syllabus for the trimester. When the teacher started to talk about polynomials and the quadratic formula, he decided that he liked this teacher. In his element, he happily got lost in the familiar feel of crunching numbers.
An: Naruto's classes are based on mine although i hate my math class this tri...but he shall have all the classes i have for i am a freshman too. also, review please!