Author's note: Hello! I haven't updated in a long time, but that's okay. I haven't stopped writing, though most my other stories weren't worked on, and I would like to introduce you to my new story "Poison is For Those Who Can't Forgive". But don't fret; this one is going to be my best one ever! Not just because each chapter is longer than the whole of most of my other stories, but in terms of my writing style and ability to bring about characters, images and to add metaphors and all the other literary devices all other writers are able to do so well. So please enjoy!!

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"You're too blind to see, and I'm to tired to tell," - Seether

CHAPTER ONE

Plastic Man

What appealed to me that first day was neither his lifeless eyes nor his intriguing hair, but it was his rather amusing "curse mark," also known as a tattoo.

I always heard his niece call it the "love hickey of doom," and she always called him either "duck butt hair" or "gay sauce." To say the least, I don't think she knew what his real name was.

No one liked to call him his first name, they always called him Uchiha, though most the girls liked to chant Sasu-Sasu at random points in the day. But I didn't, and that annoyed him more than anything I have ever done to him. Sasuke is one interesting person.

But this all begins long before I met Sasuke Uchiha; it began when I was still in an orphan at the age of fifteen.

At the time I was living at the Hokage Manor located in a small village known as Konohagakure located somewhere in Fire Country. In the past the village was prosperous and had many famous and wealthy residents. That was before the war.

I don't know much about the politics that lead up to the dispute, meaning I don't know what the war was about, but if I remember from History it was something about the Kyuubi Cult wanting to take over the world.

For all of you who don't know about the Kyuubi Cult you should first know about the Bijuu Society. There are nine Bijuus; Bijuus are demons that each have different numbers of tails and each have a cult of followers. The location of each Bijuu cult depends of where legend says each Bijuu lived. Example, Shukaku the one tailed beast was supposedly from the Sunagakure region in Wind Country.

Kyuubi is supposed to be the most powerful Bijuu because he has nine tails, the more tails you have, the more powerful you are, or so the legend says. Bijuus have been legends for hundreds of thousands of years and there has been a Bijuu Society for nearly as long. Most of the cults nowadays don't do much, just talk about the legends and some even sacrifice victims in memory of their region's specific Bijuu.

The war was fought mainly in the Fire Country since that is where legend says that the Kyuubi once lived.

Many of Konoha's villagers lost their lives when the Kyuubi Cult attack, my parents died during the war. I don't remember who my parents were; I was six months old when they died. I've been at Hokage Manor ever since.

You would think that those who survived would want to help bring the town back to the way it used to be, but many ran away to go find work elsewhere. Only a few wealthy families remained such as the Hyuugas and the Uchihas, but when I was fifteen only the Hyuuga remained, the Uchihas left years before.

I never knew why the Uchihas left Konoha, well, not until I met Sasuke on my sixteenth birthday, but that comes later.

There were only two orphans who lived at the Hokage Manor, all of the others were adopted by their cousins or their parents' friends and they all left town. Raeyl Okami and I didn't care, we were both okay with being alone, after all we had each other.

Well technically we weren't alone, we had Sarutobi-sensei. Sarutobi-sensei was left by his family when he refused to leave Raeyl and I alone at the orphanage he had spent his entire life running. Poor guy, he never met his grandson Konohamaru, but his daughter sent him pictures every once in a while. That's all he got, not even a simple letter or even three words "I love you," written on the back of a photograph.

But Sarutobi-sensei was one of the most cheerful people I've ever me, yet he was a very boring man. Everyday he would force Raeyl and I awake at six a.m. sharp and then we began our chores.

Raeyl's chores were different from mine. She just had to clean, garden and cook our meals; everything that a woman is supposed to do. But Raeyl hated her domestic duties, and she constantly whined and broke most of the dishes.

My job was to get all the groceries and to get anything else that Sarutobi-sensei put on his massive list, and by massive I mean a ten foot scroll of random items that after three years of being unable to find every item on the list, I learned that Sarutobi-sensei just didn't want me around the house because I always antagonized Raeyl into breaking more dishes and all the other stuff she chose to throw at me, which explained the massive. I swear got bigger everyday.

I can still clearly remember the day that our lives changed forever. That was the day that Sarutobi-sensei died.

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"Raeyl, don't forget that the Hyuuga clan will be attending dinner this evening, so take down the good china." Sarutobi-sensei said. As usual, the old goat was in his office, the door cracked just enough so that he could tell us what to do without getting off his comfy office chair.

"Whatever, you old hag!" Raeyl vehemently said while she was physically cleaning the floors with a rag and bucket of soap.

She cleaned everything in the Manor, which, considering that the Manor was three stories high with a whole lot of bedrooms and bathrooms, (I have always been too lazy to try to count how many, but there was a lot) was a large job that took a lot of stamina and strength. Sufficed to say, Raeyl had built up a good group of muscles just from scrubbing the floors. This is why, when we were training, she usually was able to beat me to a bloody pulp with just brute strength alone.

Sarutobi-sensei has been teaching us fighting techniques since we were around eight years old, and everyday we sparred for two to four hours after dinner. When we weren't sparring, we were investigating the surrounding area, a.k.a we snuck out and got in trouble.

When Raeyl snuck out she just ended up at the training area or the outside the old Uchiha Complex, or even at the nearby lake. For some reason she was always drawing. I never saw anything Raeyl drew, not until recently that is but I will get to that later.

When I got out of the Manor I wreaked the most havoc that anyone could. No one in Konoha likes me, I was a troublemaker and I loved it.

The Hyuuga Clan owns nearly every building in Konoha and was the wealthiest family in the whole region because they also owned businesses and buildings in other villages and town throughout Fire Country.

"Naruto, you better be on your best behavior," Sarutobi-sensei scolded.

"But aren't I always?" I teased. How could she expect the Fox Demon of Konoha to behave? That was a laughable suggestion. It was like having Raeyl dance and skip around a room in a dress, impossible!

"Naruto, you do know that Hinata Hyuuga is head over heels in love with you, right?" Raeyl asked, though as always her voice inflection made me think that she was reprimanding me for being an idiot. I may be an idiot from time to time, but I wasn't that stupid, surprisingly, I was rather smart.

"She still doesn't understand the concept that I don't like her in that way. I don't even like girls," I said, the last sentence with a sigh.

Raeyl and I have known each other since I was six years old; she's only a year older than me and she had just joined our little family at the Manor. We were best friends, not originally through choice, but necessity. Obviously by this point it was by choice because I had entrusted her with the fact that I was gay. It had been a hard decision to tell her, but to let Sarutobi-sensei in on it was tough, but the old geezer was listening in as usual and heard me tell her.

"But still, you should at least get to know the girl. She has a very influential father and you know that getting in good with her will help us get in good with her father. And if we get in good with her father we can convince him to pay our tuition so that we can attend The University in Kumogakure. You know how expensive that school is. We may have gotten in because of our test scores, but we can't go if we don't have the cash." Once again she treated me like I was an idiot. She only beat my test scores by 15 points, and that's because I fell asleep during the Civics section. I still don't understand why the best martial arts school would want to know how well we understand Civics, which has always perplexed me over the years.

"I know, I know. Isn't that the point of tonight's dinner arrangements? You're supposed to sweet talk Neji Hyuuga while I flirt with Hinata." I said with a smirk on my face. She can't argue with me about forgetting the plan. I didn't want to flirt with a girl, but I didn't need the head of the Hyuuga Clan to know my sexual orientation either.

"That is correct," she said getting to her feet. "Now you help me get the china and set the table. Also, I'm going to make you change. Your orange jumpsuit is just unacceptable at a formal dinner."

"Neither is your general outfit!" I argued back. Raeyl always wears a t-shirt, or tank top, and a pair of jeans. She refused to ever wear anything feminine. With a frown on her face, she responded.

"That is why I'm going to wear a dress. . ."

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"Don't you dare say a word about the dress," Raeyl said as she stood before me in a knee length dress that was grey in color and had roses outlined in black with a bit of red tint into it.

I was also in an unusual outfit; I was wearing black khakis and an evergreen long sleeve dress shirt. I hated wearing khakis, nevertheless when they weren't orange. I just love orange.

"Well at least you get to wear a color that you like; you usually wear grey on something, such as your jeans. You wear grey jeans a lot. You know I hate khakis. . ." I said as I was picking at my clothes.

"You both look amazing." Sarutobi-sensei smiled as he walked into the room.

We both then askanced Sarutobi-sensei. The old coot could easily get on our nerves, and it wasn't that difficult to get on Raeyl's nerves. But today, Raeyl was surprisingly calm – it most likely had something to do with the fact that she really wanted to leave Konohagakure.

Raeyl has never been out of Fire Country her whole eight years at the Manor, and she is rarely allowed out of Konoha – she has only gotten about 20 miles in either direction from town when she was told it was time to come back.

"Naruto, they'll be here any minute now," she said with a gentle smile on her face. She rarely smiled, but when she did her smiles could brighten the darkest of rooms. "Don't get in a fight with Neji. We can break some bones when we get to The University – and no one will yell at us about it."

I smiled my childish grin at her. For years, Neji Hyuuga has pissed us off, calling us urchins and other vulgar comments. We may be orphans, but he didn't have the right to constantly remind us in the rudest ways he could possibly can. His comments lead him and I to fight, both physically and verbally.

The verbal fights were the worst, because words always hurt more than anything any other person could do.

"We did get better scores that Neji the "genius"," That's when the doorbell rang, and Sarutobi-sensei shook his head at our conversation and went to open the door for our guests.

Only four members of the Hyuuga Clan joined us, Hiashi, Hanabi, Hinata and Neji. They all seemed like stuck up people, with their fancy cloths and all their money. The snobbiest was Hanabi because Hiashi treated her like a princess, leaving Hinata to become a shy girl who didn't speak much, unless she was spoken to first.

As for Neji, his father, Hizashi, was Hiashi's twin brother, died when Neji was eight. Ever since than, he believed, just because of his high social class, that he was better than everyone else. Mainly Raeyl and myself because of the fact that we are orphans, and had no social standing whatsoever.

"Thank you for inviting us for dinner," Hiashi said, bowing respectfully to Sarutobi-sensei who returned the gesture.

Raeyl and I just quickly bowed our heads at the rest of the party. The Hyuugas didn't really like us all too well, but at least they could be civil every once in a while.

"Now let's all go eat. Raeyl spent all day slaving in the kitchen to make us a wonderful meal, let's not let it go to waste." Sarutobi-sensei showed our guests in and they took their shoes off, and we all followed behind.

Sarutobi-sensei and Hiashi talked animatedly s the rest of us followed in silence, Hinata standing very close to me.

"So, Neji, how was your day today?" Raeyl broke the awkward silence first. She was better at dealing with annoying people than I was; she knew how to keep her cool.

"My day consisted of training and studying." He responded in a solid tone.

We hadn't seen a Hyuuga since the day we took our entrance exam for The University, and that was six months ago.

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Author's note: Thank you for reading my newest story! Any suggestions are welcome, along with any comments you may have. It ended up over 2,500 words and the next chapters will be the same length if not longer.