Chapter 1
It was a crispy day in January. Small flakes of white snow fell from the dark, clouded sky onto the cold, hard ground. A quiet breeze flew throughout the calm city. Houses lit, streets covered in thin layers of snow, and ice. Parks filled with laughter of children playing in the snow. People wandering the city dressed warmly on their way to work, and other activities.
Students walking, running, and driving to school. Dressed in uniforms under the warm clothing of jackets, gloves, scarf's, boots, and hats. Hallways were silent. Except for one gentle sound in the air.
A gentle sound of someone playing guitar.
In an empty room on the third floor a boy was sitting on a chair, looking out the window. A deep, gentle voice half-singing, half-mumbling out words as his fingertips traveled over the metal strings of the guitar. His golden-blonde hair was like a beacon, screaming attention while his calm, blue eyes traveled from student to student, taking in appearance, guessing what they were thinking and feeling as he played.
His blue eyes then landed on a car pulling up, close to the front, and a student he had never seen before getting out. He took in the appearance of this student. Dark hair and dark clothes from what he could see. The student bowed to the one who drove him here, probably thanking the driver. He watched the car drive off and the student turned and started walking. He watched the student as he came closer; he noticed it was a male but not just any male. He grinned, pure excitement taking over him. He quickly stood up and walked towards where his guitar case was lying on the floor. He put the guitar in the case, closed it, and then turned around, walking out of the room. He pulled out the key, locking the door before he officially left. His grin widening even more (if that was possible) little by little with each and every step.
It was chilly outside, the raven-haired student thought. Even though he didn't show that he was cold on the outside he really was cold. He turned around, facing his father who gave him a stern look while his brother (that was in the backseat) gave him a small encouraging smile.
He gave his brother a small smile and a wave with the hand that said "see ya" before he turned to his father. He thanked his father for the ride with a quick bow which his father briefly smiled at. He watched his father drive off till he could only see a mere dot of the car before he turned around and started walking. He held his head up high, showing a calm expression on his face. Other students were staring at him. He could faintly hear girls whisper positive things about him while guys whispering negative things. He wasn't surprised by this. It was the same as always. Girls would try desperately to get close to him and guys would push him away. Some, very few guys had offered him their hand. The hand of friendship. Mostly they only wanted his friendship because of his family, or his grades. He hated that. It was the same with girls confessing to him just because they like him of his looks or grades. He despised people like that. He shook his head, shrugging off the feeling that had built up and went in.
He walked down the corridors on his way to the headmaster's office before heading to the classroom.
Once he reached the office door he knocked on it gently three times before entering. He heard a brief "come in" before his hand landed on the handle and he pushed it down, opening the door wide enough for him to enter.
He ran down the stairs and through the hallways (even though he knew he wasn't supposed to do that). When he reached the doors and looked out he couldn't see the new student anywhere. He turned to a pair of girls that were talking about something about a new student and asked if they saw him. They nodded and pointed to the right where he had come from. One said he was going to the headmaster and the other said something about him being real handsome. He smiled at that agreeing.
Oh yeah, he is handsome. Can't disagree with you there.
He chuckled for a brief moment before he started heading for the headmaster's office but was stopped by the bell. He cursed under his breath but shrugged.
Oh well, I can go look for him on where he ended up at break.
With that thought in mind he turned on his heel and headed for the classroom.
Minutes later he arrived at the classroom. He greeted everyone with a loud "good morning" before taking his seat on the third row, to the right, closest to the window. He put his bag on the desk, opened it and pulled out a book and a white spectacle case. He knew it would take a while before their teacher got here so he thought of reading till he arrived with lame excuses why he was late, yet again. He closed the bag and put it down on the floor beside him before he opened the case and carefully pulled out his black framed reading glasses. The moment he put them on he could hear the faint noise of squealing girls. He mentally rolled his eyes before he opened up his book and started reading.
Ten pages later he stopped reading at chapter nine where the main character in the book had thought of her past. The first time she'd been touched, touched by someone she loved. He sighed.
Must be nice…
He removed his glasses and put them back in the case. The time he did that their teacher came in. He greeted everyone, telling them the lame excuses why he was late before they began.
He reached down for his textbook but was stopped by the teacher's voice saying that they would have a new student joining them.
It couldn't be…
He looked up and sure enough the door slid open and in walked the dark-haired student. There was a calm aura around him when he greeted the class with a low bow before introducing himself.
He was a bit nervous. He didn't know why though, he just was. It could be because he was still cold, or some other explanations.
Uchihas don't get nervous. Uchihas don't shake, or tremble; he thought and bowed before he introduced himself.
"My name is Uchiha Sasuke, I'm seventeen years old. I moved here from England because of my father's work. It's a pleasure to meet you all." He said in a calm tone, expressionless.
There were a few whispers. Whispers that he knew were about him, and his family. Whispers that he didn't care much of.
The teacher then told him to take a seat on the third row, beside someone that sat close to the window. He didn't care and walked forward, and sat down. He didn't acknowledge the person beside him on his left, till that person began to talk.
"Not acknowledging my existence are we? That's kinda harsh…"
The voice was deep, and gentle, and all too familiar. He felt himself tense up but forced himself to relax. He turned to look to his left, to see if that voice belonged to the person he believed it belonged to. Sure enough, there sat an all too familiar blonde beside him, smiling at him. Even his blue eyes were smiling at him.
Naruto… he thought.
He found himself a little surprised by how well he looked. The last time he saw the blonde he seemed broken, angry, and on the verge of tears. But then, that was years ago. He probably had gotten stronger, matured, and gotten the smile that could light up anyone's mood. Even the most moody and gloomy people lit up when they saw that smile. And so his blank expression was replaced with a small smile.
"It's good to see you, Teme." His blonde friend said with a devilishly grin.
"You too, Dobe." He said returning the grin with a smirk.
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