A/N: Hey! Soooo I'm a new author on here, so be nice. ;) I'll be focusing on this fanfic mainly, but updates may be spontaneous until the end of May (when my exams end).

Summary: Sasuke has recently moved schools and keeps running into the same annoying blond, who isn't quite like the other people he's met before. As for Naruto, he's curious about the new brooding, snappy, foul-mouthed kid at school. He suspects there is something going on beneath the moody facade. AU. Gang wars/divide. NaruSasu.

Rated M. Beware of: foul language, drug use, underage drinking, sexual situations (some with, some without, consent), violence and minors generally getting into trouble/sticky situations.

MALE-MALE RELATIONSHIPS. If you are offended by this, please move along.

"Speaking." 'Thinking.'

Chapter one: Yet Another Hellhole.

God damn it. Why did they always have to stare?

By now, Sasuke was used to the drill. He signed up at a school, he received a 'grand tour', people obsessed over him, he got into a few fights, a few months passed (followed by more fights), and then bam - he'd be in the principal's office, hearing about how the man has to 'regrettably expel' Sasuke from the school after 'causing too much havoc' and 'disrupting the education of his peers'. Psh.

But still. That didn't mean that the staring that accompanied being the 'new kid' was ever more comfortable with practice.

Sasuke wearily trudged behind the school secretary as she swept along the corridors, overly-happy and practically bouncing off the walls. Was it even legal for someone to be this energetic and happy at this time in the morning? No, Sasuke didn't think so. She was irritating him so much, in fact, that he'd completely turned off his ears. Detached them from his brain. He figured he'd rather pay the consequences of 'being rude' than spontaneously explode due to the rainbow-and-unicorn-and-sparkles emitting secretary. If she ever vomited, it was probably glitter.

"Sasuke? Are you listening?"

"Huh?" Sasuke grunted, awoken from his daydreams of glitter-vomiting unicorns/secretaries.

"I said," she began again, no hint of annoyance or impatience (to Sasuke's disappointment) "that this is your first class of the day. It's, uh, English. Literature. Would you like me to introduce you to the class?"

"No." The black-haired boy rudely rolled his eyes and shoved past the secretary, pushing the classroom door open with a little more force than necessary. It rebounded off the wall with a bang, creating a nice, dramatic entrance. It had kinda been an accident, and so he had to do his best to look undeterred by the act. He casually shoved his hands in his jeans pockets and slouched across the room towards the teacher, ignoring the rest of the class (because he could feel their eyes following him). He heard the secretary close the door behind him quietly.

"Oh, um, you must be, er... The new kid. Errr. Sasuke, was it?" Geez, this teacher wasn't prepared, was she? Sasuke nodded glumly but did not speak, raising his head slightly only to take in her appearance. She had dark-ish purple hair, tied back messily and spiked up (less from styling, more from 'I just rolled out of bed and forgot I owned a comb'). Sasuke snorted.

"Something funny?" she frowned.

"No."

"Okay, good," she smiled sweetly. She seemed like the type of person to have an explosive temper. "You can call me Anko. I assume you've been shown around the school?"

Sasuke shook his head and Anko's frown deepened.

"You sure? The secretary usually does that." Sasuke realised that he'd probably received the tour already, but had been too busy wishing he were dead to notice.

"No. She said someone else would. Someone from your class." Usually he'd do anything to avoid having to communicate with a 'peer', but this was a shot in the dark in hopes of getting some time out of class.

"I'LL DO IT!" boomed an over-enthusiastic voice from somewhere to Sasuke's left. He almost groaned out loud. Either that was the secretary's son, or someone was as eager as he was to get out of class. Unfortunately, Anko scoffed and shook her head.

"Not wasting time outta my class! Naruto, you can show him around after class," she crossed her arms. Sasuke figured that Naruto was the over-enthusiastic-voice-from-somewhere-to-the-left. He sighed.

"Go park your ass wherever there's a space. We're doing 'Waiting for Godot'," Anko shoved a copy of the infernal novel into his chest and Sasuke grunted in annoyance but took it, slowly turning to his left and facing the train-wreck that were his classmates. They were all wide-awake and attentive, all staring at him. The new kid. Some of the girls were giggling and flicking or twirling their hair. Most of the guys were doing their best to look bored, but looked sort of interested as to where he was going to sit. Being the asocial bastard that he was, Sasuke grumpily took the only seat that had spaces next to it; it was next to the window, and the closest person was two chairs along. A girl with bubblegum pink hair. Kind of weird. Throughout the class, she kept glancing over at him, and Sasuke began to regret his choice.

By the end of the class, he'd worked out that the amount of times 'pink haired girl' looked over at him was directly proportional to the speed, and frequency, at which she twirled her hair. At this rate, she'd twirl it until she ripped it out.

As soon as the bell rang Sasuke struggled to his seat and made a beeline for the door. His plans were thwarted by a tanned hand attached to an orange arm. Well, an arm covered by an orange hoodie. A stupid orange hoodie. What kind of idiot wore orange?

"Yes?" Sasuke quirked at eyebrow questioningly at the owner of tanned-hand-and-orange-arm. Which was an annoying-looking male with too blond hair and too blue eyes, and a grin that was too wide.

"I'm supposed to show you around!" the grin achieved the impossible and stretched even further across his face. If it went any further, it was going to tear something. Hopefully something fatal.

Sasuke weighed up his options: next class (which was, err...) versus being dragged around the school by orange-hoodie-kid. As much as he wanted to avoid the second option, he was already sick of the condescending teachers (although he knew they'd be like this for at least another week).

"Whatever," Sasuke rolled his eyes. The blond must have taken this as an acceptance because he yelled 'awesome' before practically skipping off down the corridor. Sasuke ground his teeth. What was this, the 'people-who-emanate-rainbows' school?

! ! ! ! !

To say that the tour had been unenjoyable was probably the understatement of the year. Sasuke had spent practically the entire time resisting the urge to gag, because his blond companion (whom he'd been instructed to call 'Naruto') had been fucking annoying. He just... Never quit. His happiness was grating. No matter how many sarcastic and snappy comments Sasuke sent his way, he just seemed undeterred. It was like he had an anti-Sasuke shield. And nobody had ever had one of those before. It actually kind of pissed him off. It had even progressed to the point where he was flat out calling the kid a moron, an idiot and 'Narutard', and still that grin did not yield. By the end of the tour, Sasuke had almost made it a personal challenge to somehow get that grin off of his damned stupid face. He hadn't, and they'd parted as the bell for lunch break rang (and Sasuke had made sure to send one of his best scowls the blond's way). Hmph.

Lunch break: one of the most daunting times of the day. Not only did he have to battle against the sort-of-nice smells that the food (which he knew was going to be disgusting) was emitting, but he also had to deal with the waves of people that would try to, god forbid, talk to him. Sasuke sat at an empty table in the corner and attempted to look busy, in a 'don't you dare approach me' way, by pulling out his mobile phone and staring intently at the screen like he was doing something important. He was actually just playing Bubble Blaster.

The first brave approach-ees were two girls; one was tall, skinny and blonde with legs that went on for miles, wearing a skimpy skirt and tank top. The other was a slightly shorter girl with slightly more conservative clothes (and by that he meant a skirt that reached just above her knees, rather than looking like a belt). The one with the... Uh, bright pink hair. Sasuke blinked. How obnoxious. And then he noticed that he'd lost his game of Bubble Blaster, and scowled. He waited for them to say something, but they didn't; they obviously wanted him to start the conversation. Once Sasuke realised this, he made a pointed effort to ignore them.

"Um, hi," the pink-haired girl eventually broke the silence. The blond girl just stood there twirling her hair and grinning.

"Do you want something?" The girls seemed kind of put off by this answer, and seemed to fumble for a few minutes to grasp something clever to say.

"Just came to see if you wanted to talk," the blonde said casually. "I'm Ino. This," she nudged her friend "is Sakura. Since you're new and have no friends, we thought we'd be hospitable and offer you conversation." She grinned, obviously pleased and thinking that she was doing him a favour.

"No thanks," Sasuke brushed them off and started a new game of Bubble Blaster. The girls frowned. "I'm doing something important. Bye." He put extra stress on the word 'bye', and luckily the girls weren't stupid enough to not take the hint. They frowned deeper and pulled a face at each other before scurrying away.

Silence at last. Sasuke must have been lulled into a false sense of security, because he almost jumped out of his skin when he suddenly heard a too-loud "Hi!" booming in his right ear. Startled, he almost dropped his phone on the table. And... Oh god.

"Oooh, bubble blaster. Awesome!" Narutard grinned gleefully. Sasuke wanted to punt kittens. Cute, fluffy, adorable kittens.

"Seriously, what the hell," Sasuke muttered grimly, more of a statement than a question. Did this blond not get the hint? "Go die in a fire," he snarled and stood up sharply. He was about to leave, but then he noticed something. The corner of the Naruto's mouth was twitching. The grin on the blond's face faltered and then wobbled and then fell to a thin line. Sasuke could have cheered, but he refrained and settled for smugly stalking away, feeling immensely happy with himself.

A/N: Hope you liked it. Seriously, I always dislike the first few chapters. Characterisation and blah, blah, blah... Promise it'll get more interesting soon!