Title: A Normal High
Chapter 1: New Kids
Look at them, they don't even know what they see before their eyes. They have no idea the power we hold in our seemingly innocent hands, they do not see the blood that pours off our body, the black aura around our bodies, the sins we hold in our souls... Then again how could they see this? All they see our the new kids in school. This type of school we have never been to, this type of school we have never be prepared for. This type of school is weak, everyone here is weak. We could kill them all in just minutes, maybe it wouldn't take above five if we all three focused enough of our energy to do so. But we have orders not to do anything. This is the last test we must face, we must be able to blend in with those who look like us and cause no trouble. We have our orders, we have our roles and we have our leader. If we mess up then the plans for our future are wasted, or lives hold no meaning and we must be turned to ash and sent into the next world to meet our fait as failures. This can not happen we must pass this test so we can full fill our lives. The cast is simple, the plan seems so as well. We have killed, fought, destroyed and now we just have to act like normal teens... How hard can it be to worry about good grades, hanging out with 'friends' and watching the latest TV shows? How much of a task is this going to be?
I laugh at the thought, my teammates give me odd looks, they ask no questions wishing not to know what caused my out burst. They know me well enough to understand I find humor in things many never would. I look to my left at Sasuke, he is going to be the smart one it is true Sasuke is very smart and cunning, he has good looks and knows how to speak to adults. I turn my gaze to the redheaded Gaara, equally as sexy and his role is to be the outcast, which he will have no problem playing, he is quiet and smart but has no need to speak and has no will to be nice to anyone. I think about my own role in this little game, how will I be tested in this? I will be the clown of the group, always having something to say and laughing care free. While I find it easy enough to laugh I find the reasons I laugh are deeper then dark, I feel the smile on my face as I jump out of the car.
"Naruto?" Sasuke questions, he looks me in the eyes. "Can we do this?"
I roll my eyes at him, already getting in to character. "Hai, Sasuke-Kun! We can do anything, Believe it!" I laugh and when I open my eyes I look at him with a grin on my face, I wink at him. "How was that?"
"Good." Gaara answers looking at the building. "We should go in now." He states and starts for the building. Sasuke and myself follow behind him.
Gaara is dressed in his black pants and maroon shirt a pair of Vans on his feet and a belt around his waist. Eyeliner around his frosty green eyes and a silver hooped lip ring against his pale thin lips. His love tattoo sticking out against his pale skin and only slightly hidden under those beautiful red locks of silk. He was extremely hot with the attitude of a hard-ass, I smiled as I knew he'd be getting hit on my the first class.
The raven haired boy was dressed in a navy long sleeved shirt with kapris in khaki and black shoes, his hair pulled back in a short pony tail with many spikes standing up around his head, his deep onyx eyes bore into the soul of anyone who looked to long and the red that hinted in almost swirls had to make any one think he wore contacts, though Gaara and myself new this was untrue. The small tattoo on his neck was hidden under the shirt slightly so only a small part could be seen. His attitude was on the same side as Gaara's only he seemed a bit more approachable. He would no doubt be getting a few numbers before the end of the day.
Myself was dressed in a black long sleeved shirt with orange sleeves and a pair of black ankle pants with many pockets in the legs, along with open toed sandel type shoes and my blond hair spiked as it always way kept out of my face my a headband of the same Orange color. My own mark was unseen hidden under my shirt and sealing away the secrets of my past and future. The marks that could be seen daunted my cheeks and were three black lines that I had been born with. I was not so sure about having any one giving me their numbers or wanting to become friends.
We took out our schedules and looked for each of our rooms, we had separate classes until after lunch then I shared one with Sasuke and then the last class we all had together. We had been ordered to keep away from each other as much as we could and try to just speak and 'befriend' the normal students as this would be the best way to see if we could fit in with others our age instead of our own kind.
Itachi had told us he too had to go through this and it was not as easy as it seemed. We had merely taken his advice as what it was and told him we were different then him.
First class started, I stand up front and the teacher tells me about the class, then has me tell the class about myself. "My names Naruto! It's awesome to meet you all! I can't wait to get to speak with some of you! I really enjoy ramen, TV, history, and anything to do with the outdoors!" I was told to take my seat and did so sitting next to a lazy looking boy who only graced me with a lazy look as I smiled at him.
I could have wiped the look off his face, told him to do something or I'd kill him. Instead I held out a hand. "What's your name?" He looked at my hand.
"Troublesome." He sighed and slowly took my hand giving it just one shake before letting go and replacing the hand behind his head. "Shikamaru."
"Nice to meet you." I smiled once more. "What's the teacher like? Is he cool or a real hard-ass?"
"Decent." The boy named Shikamaru replied and looked at the front of the class.
"Do you do well in this class?"
"Hn. You sure do talk a lot." He tells me as his eyes drift back to me.
"Yeah, I get that a lot!" I'm about to go on but the teacher tells me to be quiet, so I give a nod and turn back to the front of the class, until he turns his back once more. "Psst, Shikamaru." I whisper loudly.
"What?" He groans.
"He looks like he has a stick shoved up his ass." I tell him, covering the left side of my mouth so it helps muffle the others on my right from hearing.
"He's always like that. Its just Ebisu-Sensai." He tells me and I let it go, this guys no fun.
I think as the teacher talks on and on and on. About things more to my liking I think; how I wish to taste the sweet irony taste of blood, to feel it dripping on my tongue and cascading down my throat, wetting my lips and feeling me to the brink with delight as I hear the screams of my victims. How can I go the day with out the juice of life's taste? I think of what I can do to see the warm liquid and how my masters would react to this. Would they see this as a sign that I can not pass my test? How can I get it without failing the test?
Awwweeee. Yes, I have a plan that will seem innocent enough. Who's blood do I want today though? Which will play along with me?
v
Gaara of the Sand
It seems I have passed the test so far, no one has run from the room screaming, though I do see looks I can not place on peoples faces, I will ask Naruto if he knows what these looks mean, I will have to wait until the last class of the day and hope he is sitting near me. If he doesn't know then maybe Sasuke will know. Our orders are to spend as much time with the real students and the least with each other, though we had to tell the leader of this prison that we were all related and living with our uncle. It would seem odd to have three new students in one day that came from the same school with the same story to tell and address.
In order to adapt to this style of learning and blending we must know what each look means, so it is fitting to as the two that I am with if they know answers to things I do not. There is a girl beside me with pink hair, she keeps looking at me and blushing, I do not see why. I have not said nor done anything to her. I only sit looking at the board as the woman speaks about math related issues. I could care less what she is saying, I know the answers already.
"Ano... My names Sakura... What's yours again?" The girl finally speaks and I watch her a moment. The teacher had me introduce myself so she should have remembered my name. I turn back around to face the front and she frowns.
The next few hours go by slowly and nothing much happens, more confusing looks and more people try to get me to speak. I ignore them and soon head to 'lunch'. This I have with Naruto, Sasuke has already had his 'lunch' class. I do not see the point in this, why so many gather to eat and speak loudly. Naruto is away from me until a round ten minutes to the bell, he has been trying to speak to our peers and make 'friends'. He walks over and smiles at me, I can read this smile. It is not like the one's he has been giving to the other students. It is a smile of lust, one that I know can only be removed with the sight, taste and feel of blood. We move to a more secluded area. The bathroom is empty and he's mood changes from the seemingly happy to the predator that he is.
He walks over simply garbing my wrist and cutting into it with ease using one of his long nails. I do not move nor make a sound. "Since your to be the outcast it seems natural for you to cut yourself. Though don't tell anyone you do so." He tells me, it seems right to me as well. He licks at the wound cleaning it of the blood and sucking to get more, his teeth nipping lightly at my skin and I tilt my head back as he kisses the wound once finished with his little meal.
I notice we still have time so I ask him about the looks I have been getting and tell him about the one's who speak to me. He laughs openly at my questions. I can't stop the growl that escapes my lips, he turns around and smiles his true smile.
"They want you." He informs me and I blink.
"To do what?"
"Fuck them, kiss them, speak to them... Maybe more maybe less. They just want you to do something to show you see them back. But, don't. It's out of character for you to do so." I nod and the bell rings, we leave going our own ways as we have different rooms now.
v
Sasuke Uchiha
This was a odd day, no one seemed to notice three killers were just released onto the school of prey. We have yet to be seen as anything other then school kids, maybe a little strange to some but completely normal to the acts that we play. Rumors are already going around about Gaara, he seemed to be the high topic of the day. Many wanted to be friends with the beauty and many wanted to say he was evil. This though was what we were told would happen to Gaara's character as he was to act the way he did. We have told the teachers we are related and once his teachers meet me they seemed to want to know how Gaara was doing at home. So I told them the story we had been given on Gaara. His parents abused him so he was sent to live with our uncle. That lead to how I was living with our uncle – My parents had died and my brother had yet to be of reasonable age to take me in. A few had also had Naruto and wondered how he was staying with us – He had always lived with our uncle.
They seemed to accept these stories and give their words of sorrow for us all, to praise our uncle for taking in three young growing boys and they ignored the holes in the stories. If Itachi was to young to raise me who was raising him? If Naruto had lived with our uncle his whole life why hadn't they had him in class before, or heard the name from bitching teachers they knew?
Never the less the day was over and we only had three more to go before the weekend, they had wanted us to have befriended at least one person by then so we could hang out with them outside of school. I had already a line of friends and Naruto had made quit the impression on a few of our 'peers' though I don't think any of them thought of him as a friend yet. I can't blame them though even the small minded mouse knows not to trust the smiling snake.
We follow Naruto to our home, though it will only be ours for a few months. It's small and has only one bedroom and one bathroom. We don't have much to use as furniture and we were told to never invite people over without a weeks notice so they could make the house more regular to them, we didn't need as much as most think they do. A small TV, a few kitchen things, and a large mat with three blankets was manly what we owned besides a few changes of clothes that were necessary for our acts.
I could tell it was going to be a long night. Naruto had already began to complain about the loss of blood intake and how he wanted to see and feel it once more.
Naruto is our leader and almost always has been. While he can charm the hell out of nearly any one and act to any part he is still deadly when it comes to everything he does. I try to stay on his nutral side. To be on either his good side or his bad side always ends with the loss of blood and in most cases the loss of your life. To stay neutral is best, Gaara is on his good side. I turn to the kitchen as Naruto plays with the red head boy.
It's strange to hear the redhead make cries of pain and a bit of pleasure mixed in, he hardly speaks and never cries out when we have other tests, something in Naruto makes the pain worse... or maybe it's the fact that it doesn't hurt that causes the pain. The fact that he is easy and caring as he slices into you and steals your life force. Either way I block out the cries the older boy is trying to stifle.
A/N: Next Chapter Lime/Lemon, hope no one cares it's early in the story for one. Lol. I also hope you enjoy this fic and review if you feel you want to, if not then feel free to just read. Either way updates will come as they can.
