A/N: Hey everyone! My name's Rhys and this is my very first story on here ^^

I'm going to try my best to provide you guys with good content, but just bare with me for now. My writing might be a bit rough, but I'll get better, I promise :P

Most of you probably know the drill by now if you've already converted into Sasanaru/Narusasu fanatics, like myself. But here it is anyway: I don't own Naruto or any of the characters from it because unfortunately, I'm not Masashi Kishimoto. Albeit, I'd love to keep Sasuke in my closet if I could. I swear I'd never forget to feed him :33

Also, just a heads up for anyone who doesn't know what Sasanaru is, it means that I ship Naruto and Sasuke together. So yeah, boyxboy, rainbow-puking, gay stuff. You have been warned. Maybe some other time I'll try writing straight stories, but not today.

I also intend to make this a relatively long story. Maybe like 9-15 chapters? I'll probably have lowered my ambitions by the time I finish this chapter though...

To give you a sense of the setting, this takes place when they're both twelve. If you're Canadian, that's like grade 6.

Without further ado, I present to you, my very first story,

What Happened To Us?

I'm just your average pre-teen, attending your average elementary school, with kids just as average as I am. Don't get me wrong though, living an average life is an underrated pleasure. I wakeup everyday with a roof over my head, two parents who love and provide for me, and a fridge full of food. I also have a good group of friends that I goof around with throughout the day. Yeah, my life's pretty good.

Now, I know I'm probably being ungrateful by saying this, but I can't help but feel like something's missing from my life though.

You know how teachers do that thing…? That thing where they completely ruin your perfect seating arrangement with your friends and make you sit with kids you don't associate with instead? Probably in the hopes that everyone will make new friends and we can all just be one big, happy family and all that shit? Yeah, that happened today. Fantastic. Now I'm going to be bored all day, everyday, until the teacher decides to move us again.

God I'm so bored. I'm just sitting here drawing in the margins of my pages while the teacher drones on about stuff that I'm surprised people don't already know by now. Sure I could just pay attention so that time might pass by faster, but I can already get easy A's on all this dumb schoolwork as I am. I wanna go back to goofing around with my friends.

I swear my teacher has it in for me. All my friends are sitting near each other and having fun, meanwhile, I'm on the other side of the class, sitting in the corner with 3 other people who - hold on, who am I even sitting with?

I look around in front of me and I see a dumb-looking blond boy with his head tucked into his arms on the desk. Guess he didn't sleep much last night. What an idiot

Sitting next to him is a girl with long hair tied back into a ponytail. Her hair is just as blonde as the boy's sleeping next to her. Are they related or something?

When I turn to my right, I see that sitting right beside me is a girl with long pink hair and emerald eyes - eyes that are staring right back at me. What the heck does she want?

I'm just about to ask her what her name is, when I hear someone else call my name.

"Sasuke?"

"Yeah," I grouchily replied, turning in my seat to face the person who called me.

When I see the teacher standing at the front of the room, looking at me expectantly, I correct myself. "Sorry. Yes, Sensei?"

"You should face the front instead of checking out Sakura, Mr. Uchiha," Sensei teased. The rest of the class snickers, as I fight the urge to roll my eyes. So that's her name. She's named after a tree as big as her forehead and as pink and obnoxious as her hair. Before I could utter a response, he continued, "Come solve the problem on the board, please. We don't have all day."

Not that I would ever admit it, but GOD this Sensei ticked me off sometimes, I thought, as I got up out of my seat and walked to the front. However, I would never give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he ticked me off. After all, I'm an Uchiha. We're known for having complete control over everything, even our emotions.

Once I reached the board, I almost scoffed. It was a rudimentary math equation. How simple. I used distributive property to solve it in a matter of seconds and returned to my seat in the stupid corner of the classroom. Maybe I wouldn't have such a hard time paying attention to this boring class if Sensei didn't shove me in the goddam corner.

"That's correct. Well done, Mr. Uchiha."

Of course, it's correct. I'm an Uchiha and your curriculum is juvenile. But, I'd never say any of that out loud – that would ruin the façade. Everyone thinks my brother, Itachi, and I are perfect, so we try our best to go along with it. It bodes well for our family's reputation anyway.

As soon as I sat down, I resumed vandalizing my notes with little drawings of musical theory I learned from my piano lessons the day before. As I was drawing an eighth note, I heard someone scoff. I looked up and was going to turn towards the girl with the blond ponytail, thinking she was the one who scoffed, but instead my eyes met with the blond boy seated right in front of me. Looks like someone's cranky when they don't get enough sleep.

"Well done, Mr. Uchiha," he mocked, just loud enough for me to hear.

It took me a second to digest what he had just said. I'll admit, I was momentarily distracted by his alarmingly bright eyes. I have no shadow of a doubt now that ponytail girl and this guy aren't related. Despite both of them having blond hair and blue eyes, his were much different than hers somehow. Surely he must've been wearing contacts because there was nothing natural-looking about that shade of blue.

My eyes narrowed, "What's it to you..." my voice trailing off, just realizing that I didn't even have a name to spit out in disgust.

"Uzumaki Naruto," he supplied, with a condescending smirk on his face. Hold on a second, I'm the one who doles out condescending smirks here. This guy's looking down on me! He's going to mess up the natural order of things.

"Great, now I have a stupid name to go with your stupid face. Pleasure to meet you, dobe." I smirked as the look on his face transformed into a frown. Looks like I win this one. What was I even worried about? I never lose any kind of verbal dispute and now everything is back to as it should be.

"Teme, you— "was all Naruto could get out before bell interrupted him. It's too bad, just when this class finally started getting interesting.

"Alright class, time for recess. We'll continue this once you return," Sensei announced. I have no idea what the heck he was teaching before the bell rang, but I was looking forward to returning to class later for other reasons.

Time passed by at snail-speed while I waited for recess to be over. I was trying to focus on what my friends were talking about, but it seemed so boring compared to thinking of ways to annoy blondie next.

They always talk about the same things: celebrities, gossip, girls and whatever else, I don't usually partake in these conversations much. To be honest, these things never interested me in the first place. Just how many ways can you even describe a girl's ass anyway? I'd rather have an intelligent conversation about something that actually matters.

Huh, I never really noticed it, but maybe I don't really have as much in common with my friends as I thought I did. But it's not like there was ever anyone better to pass time with in my limited class of 30 people. Or at least, there wasn't… until now.

The recess bell rang and I almost shouted in relief. It felt like an eternity. It took a lot of willpower to not sprint to the doors to go back inside the school; after all, that wouldn't fit my image. Besides, it's not like I'm excited to see that blond idiot, I'm just starved for entertainment.

When I walked back into the classroom, I was surprised to see the Naruto still sitting in his desk, like he never left. Now that I think about it, I didn't see him outside for recess. Maybe he had stayed here the whole time.

As I approached our set of four desks pushed together, he finally noticed my presence and quickly shoved something into his desk. What the heck was that about?

"Hiding something, Uzumaki?" I questioned.

"Oh! Uh, it's you," he oh-so-intelligently retorted back.

"Actually, it's Sasuke." The blond rolled his eyes at this, and I couldn't help but let out a snicker. This guy was making me mess up my image again, but I couldn't bring myself to care. No one else ever bantered with me like this and dare I say it, it was pretty darn fun. Everyone else was always too afraid to offend me... I suppose it's because they think it could mean bad things for their parents if they worked at Uchiha Corp under my own, which many of them did.

Now although I may seem intimidating, I would never consider messing up someone's finances just because their kid mouthed off to me. It's just what us kids do. What someone says to me has nothing to do with what my parents or what their parents do, but people can believe whatever they want. It's not worth the energy it takes to try and convince people otherwise. If it prevents people from annoying me, it's fine by me. I'm under no obligation to fix their messed-up mentalities.

"You still there Sas-gay?"

"What?" I blinked.

"You were staring at me for an entire 53 seconds without blinking. How don't your eyes not hurt? If I didn't know any better, I'd think you had a thing for me, Sas-gay."

"Oh look at you. Aren't you clever?" I said rubbing my eyes. Yeah, my eyes really burned now that he's mentioned it. Also, what was with that oddly specific number? Was he actually counting how long I "stared" at him for?

"As if I'd be looking at you, I was just thinking and you happened to be right in front of me while I was doing so."

"Thinking about what?" He asked.

I was about to give him some smartass remark, thinking that he had given me another jab, but I was surprised to see a sincerely honest and curious look on his face. As if he actually wanted to hear what I had to say. It threw me off a bit. He's a strange one.

"I'm a what?" He asked inquisitively. Shoot, did I say that out loud? Just what is wrong with me today? I strained my brain think of anything to say to that. I wasn't expecting to voice an honest opinion about him like that and now I was drawing a blank.

"You heard me," I muttered, turning away from him to face the front. Thank goodness we're in class, I can just pretend to pay attention to Sensei until I regain my composure.

"Hey, what the heck! You can't just call me strange and then ignore me like that!" He exclaimed. I could feel my face flushing. God, I messed up and things were only getting more embarrassing now. Couldn't he quiet down? I'm literally sitting less than two metres away from the idiot.

"Something the matter, Mr. Uzumaki?" Sensei asked. Oh great, now everyone's going to be watching us.

Naruto's face turned pink, "Peach a key, Sensei," he replied.

Sensei laughed at this, "You mean 'Peachy keen'?" he asked with his eyebrows raised in amusement.

With a shy smile, Naruto laughed nervously, "Aha, right. Whoops." It took everything in me not to start laughing then and there. Seeing him embarrassed just set something off in me. It was funny, but it also gave me a fuzzy, warm feeling that I didn't recognize.

Shortly after that, I slipped out of the classroom and headed to the bathroom. Once I reached it, I immediately shut the door and leaned against it. I stood there for about two seconds until I burst out laughing, I gripped my sides as I laughed harder than I can recall ever doing. I don't know why I found that ordeal so funny, but I wasn't complaining. It felt good to laugh like this. By the time I finally got it all out of my system, I had tears in my eyes from laughing so hard, and my vision was blurry. God, if everyday was going to be like this, it might actually be a good not-so-average year for once.

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard someone try to open the door. I went full-ninja mode and ran into a stall without trying to make a sound, as to not lead the other person to believe that I was running into a stall just now.

Sure, I could've played it off like I wasn't borderline maniacally laughing in the bathroom by myself, but that wouldn't explain why the door was blocked, so I panicked. I've been feeling more emotions today than I probably have all year. This Naruto kid has been really throwing me off today. Speak of the devil, it was blondie who walked in through the door right after that.

What's he doing here? I thought to myself.

Probably using the bathroom for what normal people use it for. Not laughing their asses off, that's for sure, I thought to myself again, answering my own question.

God, this is almost as bad as talking to myself. Am I losing it? Or did I just never have it to begin with? No, no, this is all Naruto's fault. But I know it's not… Oh, forget it! Stop thinking. I ruminate way too much. Okay that's it, I'm going to stop thinking about this in… 3… 2… 1…

I heard Naruto shuffling around the bathroom and closed one eye to peak at what he was doing from the crack in between the stalls.

He was standing in front of the washroom sink, washing his face. Alright, well at least it meant that he'd be done soon and I could finally leave this stall. The school washrooms stink like you wouldn't believe and I'd rather not torture my nostrils for any longer than necessary.

Naruto finished washing his face, gave him self a quick look in the mirror, his face a bit red, and then exited the washroom.

Sweet freedom. I had to mentally remind myself that I couldn't sprint out of the washroom just yet. Naruto might still be around and wouldn't it just be delightful to try and explain what the heck I was doing this time.

I counted to 60 twice for good measure and then finally left that literal shithole.

As I made it to the door frame, I exhaled a breath I didn't even know I was holding. When I leave this place in a few years, that is definitely something I won't miss. I don't understand why my parents had to enroll me in this place instead of a school that actually enough money to afford a decent ventilation system in the washroom. They could even afford to send me to the best private school in the country, so why on earth did they send me here? I continued to try and think up an answer as I re-entered the classroom.

I didn't register that I had return to class until I was standing in front of my desk. Well, it's not like I could stay in the washroom forever anyway. I don't think my lungs would be able to bare it.

I noticed that it was unusually quiet in the classroom and everyone seemed to be working away on something, but when I looked at the people at my table, they weren't doing a damn thing. Ponytail girl was tapping away on her phone, her nails clicking loud against the screen as she sent rapid-fire texts. Tsubaki - no wait, what was her name again? Sa... Sa... Sakshi? Whatever, pinky was playing with the ends of her hair. And Naruto... had his arms crossed and this peeved look on his face as he looked up at me.

What the heck?