Hah! Finally! I discovered a plot :cackle: Now, to introduce to you, for the first time in forever, another chapter fiction from DarkPhoenix365. Let's hope I stick with this one, eh? Anyways, let's begin.

Title: Clash

Author: DarkPhoenix365

Warnings: Gore, and quite detailed too. If I get anyone saying it's too much for PG13, I will gladly raise the rating to R/M. Vulgar language; sexual situations—no actual sex, sorry guys. And lastly, Yaoi. All flames will be either ignored, or just something to fuel my fire and keep me writing so I can piss more people off. ;D

Summary: War. Bloodshed. Massacre. Three different meanings with the same connection. It was started through a misunderstanding; an impossibility, and a suicide wish to interfere with. The only end to the battle was the bodies on the battlefield… Right? AU. SasuNaru. Shape shifting. High school.

Genre: Romance; Action/Adventure; Angst; Drama; Humor; Total AU, and possibly a lot of smut. (If I become a better writer.)

Pairings: SasuNaru so far. More to come as the story progresses. Suggestions would be nice, but please refrain from screaming and harassing me over the pairings.

Disclaimer: Do not own, never will, though I wish I did.

Onward!

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CLASH -- Chapter One

There was an odd form of hierarchy in these systems. A leader, some trusted members, and the followers. Two gangs, tribes, whatever people wanted to call them, bent on destroying the other with their human intentions of warfare. And internally, in the beast's instinct, it was a battle for territory, food, mates, and survival. Humans were so amazingly stupid. How they can cover up such a mysterious power by calling it a gang war, or a random act of nature. Is it everyday you find a Red Fox in the middle of the big city of Konoha?

The day had progressed slowly, and Naruto stared out the window in such a large amount of boredom that he lost track of his thoughts. He supposed he was previously thinking about his favorite food, but something about staring at the moving clouds of a blue sky just made his mind spin. With an emotionless glance back at the board, he blanched. How long had he been daydreaming? Where was his already started homework? And since when did they have six essays due TOMORROW? It wasn't like this was an honors English class.

Oh, wait. That was assigned two weeks ago.

"Mr. Uzumaki, I suppose you know the answer to the question?"

And now this was Math class, apparently.

"To what question, Mr. Imuno?" He retorted cockily, and a few males in the class snickered, while the rest, including the entire population of females, just glared in annoyance. Iruka sighed in exasperation and slammed his pointer to the white board.

"What other forms of conflict were found in Animal Farm? We already cleared up the main one." The teacher never told him what the main conflict was though, so Naruto just grumbled.

"What was that?"

"Had I read the book," he said the words loudly and slowly, as if to make himself clear, "I would care." Again, the class repeated the pattern of but a few laughing, and the rest glaring. Mr. Imuno joined the glaring, and laid his pointer on his desk carefully.

"Naruto, don't make me send you to the principal's office again." He warned, but Naruto just snorted. Despite the defiant act, he shut up, and Iruka gratefully turned back to the question. As if on cue, the bell rang, and he dismissed the class to lunch.

"Yo, Naruto!" Said boy turned with a scowl, but the intense glower lessened as he saw Kiba and the others running up to him. Shikamaru looked as tired as always, and Naruto swore, if the boy didn't sleep during class, he would be a walking contradiction of a sleepy insomniac. Shino, by Kiba's side, always wore his shirt collar up—but in the extreme way. As in, he barely had ears because the damn cloth went up past his mouth and sat slightly over the bottom of them. Plus, Naruto always wondered why he didn't go blind wearing sunglasses indoors. And Kiba.. well, Kiba was a human fleabag.

"Hey, guys. Where is Hinata and Sakura?" He asked, curiously. Usually Hinata, and possibly Sakura, would be trailing behind them.

"Oh, those two?" Kiba muttered, mouth positioned in a pout. "I was trying to talk to Hinata, but Sakura pulled her off somewhere."

"You mean flirt with her." Shikamaru added in, ignoring Kiba's glare and Naruto's amused snicker. "Sakura took her to the cafeteria to get some food, and save her from you, dolt."

"Aw, shut up. What do you know?" The canine retorted, his ego wilted. Naruto, happily ready to add his thoughts on the situation, was interrupted by the sound of soft, yet intimidating footsteps. He turned to face the stranger, and glared heavily at the sight, teeth clenched and bared. The others took defensive stances, and stepped forward, near Naruto.

"Uzumaki, you're in my way." The tone was cold, smooth, emotionless.

"Then go the other way, Uchiha, because I'm not moving for you." He growled in return, and the Uchiha scowled menacingly.

Uchiha Sasuke was someone you would call.. to place it lightly, a prick. He was your every day I-hate-the-world-and-I-hope-you-die kind of asshole. Everyone loved him, though, because of his drop dead gorgeous appearance and mysterious nature. Most of the fan girls, when asked, would say that they wanted to unbury the good Sasuke, or that they loved the fake bad boy attitude. Fake? Bad boy? Unlikely. The guy was just an ass. That's all there was to it. Now, Naruto despised Sasuke, and ever since they were younger, picked fights constantly with the older boy. They've had a rivalry on school grounds ever since, but that was only in school life. It was after school that really mattered.

"Idiot, I didn't ask. Move, or I'll make you." Naruto grit his teeth and bristled. How could the bastard stay so calm!

"You! I didn't ask either." For a moment, there was a staring contest. It went on for what seemed like forever, neither willing to let the other dominate, until finally, Sasuke took this moment of distraction to easily shove the blonde to the wall, and walk through the crowd of angered enemies. Kiba nearly followed, but with a hand blocking his path from Shikamaru, he let it go.

"God damn it! I hate that son of a bitch!" Naruto cursed colorfully, moving back to his original spot.

The others merely stared at him for a while, the morning becoming more eventful with each passing minute. And as if to continue that statement, Sakura and Hinata returned carrying several trays. Both the girls walked outside, and the boys followed, entranced with the delicious smell of an artificial meal and low fat milks, and delighting in the sweet warmth of the morning's spring sun. When they all stopped in place, they were by two trees standing side-by-side, shading an entire patch of grass slightly wetted with dew still left over from nightfall. A few yards away, Naruto could spot Sasuke and his group of friends seating themselves under the building's shade, leaning their backs against the concrete walls and eating. Even though they weren't paying attention, he glared their way, and a chill ran up his spine when the Uchiha diverted his attention to him, and smirked.

"So, Naruto, I hope you don't mind, but they were all out of cinnamon roles. We got you some chicken." Sakura piped in, waking him from his trance. Seeing all his friends seated comfortably around the food, he joined them, and crossed his legs while greedily sizing up the offered meals.

"Out of cinnamon roles? Who got the last one?" He whined, confused. They always had an infinite number of cinnamon roles on Tuesdays!

"Me." Kiba grinned triumphantly, his fang-like canines taunting the poor blonde.

"Traitor!" Naruto yelled, then crossed his arms and "hphm"ed. He waited a moment, and then spoke again. "And you couldn't get me ramen instead?"

"Naruto," Sakura snorted. "They've never had ramen."

"Well, there's a store a couple blocks westward. You could—"

"Naruto!"

"Sorry, sorry."

As lunch passed on, the group of fools joked around, laughed, and talked loudly. At some moment in time, Naruto could see, out of the corner of his eye, Sasuke staring their way, and his friends glaring at them. But he shrugged it off, and continued to enjoy his free time with his only friends.

School was pretty much as boring as usual the rest of the day. Only two periods were left before they all went home, and that was Gym class with this weird teacher named Jiraiya. Didn't the guy ever just use his last name? He always wanted all the kids to call him by his first, and for some reason, he always insulted Naruto—who gladly insulted him back, mind you. He never got in trouble, though, so he liked the teacher. Even though the guy was far too old to be doing sports.

Naruto always wondered why his office was right by the girls' locker room, though.

The class after which was Biology with some teacher he forgot the name of. Really, who pays attention in that class? He's lucky just to not fall asleep at the teacher's monotone droning.

So the day was basically slow from then on, and while Naruto would have accepted a normal day to himself, things always have to happen in this damned city. No, not car crashes and murders and the like. Stuff that happens to him.

So, he was walking home, right? Innocently walking home. Nothing wrong with that, of course. Not his fault he had to take a detour and just happened to pass through his most hated area.

"'ey, Uzumaki. I though' we tol' you this is our terri'ory." The speaker, who seemed to have an issue pronouncing words, sneered at him from an alleyway. The guy walked with a slump, dragging himself forward into the light. He was like a vampire, the way he squinted tiredly as the sun rays hit his pale cheeks, and his brown hair was unruly and messy.

"So the idiot squad only left one of their guppies to defend the territory, today? Oh, hello, Jeff." Naruto insulted, smiling falsely.

"Why you lil'! Why, I'll—"

"Jeff, down boy." The one mentioned shifted slightly, glancing back at the dark alley he just emerged from. He seemed to become smaller under the piercing glare of the Uchiha, and backed up in submission. "Uzumaki, get off our territory. I don't want to start shit with you today."

"In case you haven't noticed, asshole, I need to go down this way to get home."

"There's a dumpster across the street. Shorter distance andexactly the same.Food is free, but I'm not so sure about the water and electricity." Sasuke smirked, and Naruto hissed in anger, eyes narrowing. "Now, it's two to one, Uzumaki. I suggest you leave before you get killed."

"Ch. Uchiha, look who's talking." He stood taller and with a grin, as Kiba and Shikamaru came from behind him. "Three to two, actually."

"Stupid wolf, you never actually claimed this land." Kiba barked out, growling at the taller canine.

"Mutt, don't talk to me as if it's your's." The ebon haired boy returned, his voice just as dangerous as Kiba's own.

"Mutt! Jackass, I'll have you know I'm a pure bre—"

"Kiba, shut up."

"But Shikamaru! He insulted my bloodline!"

"Enemies tend to do that." Kiba quieted, and Sasuke smirked in triumph. Jeff stepped forward to give his input, but with a glare from Sasuke, he moved back again and remained silent.

"Bastard, we'll deal with you another day." Naruto hissed out, motioning his friends to follow him as he left.

Sasuke merely watched him leave, face blank and void of emotion. Jeff worriedly tugged on his shirt, and the Uchiha smacked his hand away.

"Where's my brother?"

"Itachi-sama? 'e's wagin' war with a human gang again."

"Don't call it war. Human gangs don't have wars. They have meaningless fights. What we have," he claimed, glancing at the three boys' retreating backs, "is a war."

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Naruto glanced at his watch, cursing when he noticed that the hand wasn't moving. He shook his wrist violently, and checked again, but the hand sat still. Sighing harshly, he walked quicker down the street. Kiba and Shikamaru had broken off to their respective homes before. Naruto didn't live as close to the school as the others, so he was forced to walk longer. Not as if he minded.

This was the fifth time his watch stopped. He assumed it finally allowed itself to die, but he would confirm his suspicion some other time. Besides, it wasn't his fault he could barely afford the accessories others brought along to school each day. The teachers—well, except Mr. Umino, Jiraiya, and Mr. Hatake—thought he was disorganized. They never bothered looking in his files. They always considered the trouble child as someone with a disgusting upbringing or even more repulsive current life. Though, it was fine. Naruto wanted them as far away from his life as possible.

His eyes narrowed, thinking back on the two meetings with the Uchiha today. One was bad enough, but two was a rarity no one wished to experience. Except the fan girls, that is. But Christ! That guy pissed him off. Severely. He was damn lucky Naruto was piled with essays this night, else he'd get a beating big time!

"Naruto?"

His attention snapped back to reality, and he turned his head sharply to find who spoke, before—

"OOMPH."

—walking into the alley wall.

"OHJESUS. Son of a bit—mmpph!"

A hand clamped firmly among his mouth, his arms atop his skull to rub angrily at the pained area. He glanced up to see a glaring Iruka.

"Don't use those words!"

"Mmmph mhm mimmyhp!"

"… What?"

"Mmmph mhm mimmyhp!" Iruka blinked, then yanked his hand away, as if just realizing it was there.

"I'm not in school!" Naruto repeated, yelling. Iruka sighed and decided to drop the subject.

"Why are you down this way, anyway? Don't you usually go the shortcut?"

"They're doing construction on the sidewalks on Sulchase Boulevard." He pouted, folding his arms across his chest. "And I'm sorry, but I'd prefer not to be hit by a speeding car while I try walking home." Iruka chuckled lightly.

"Isn't this place more dangerous, though? I was sure all the gangs occupied territories near here." He informed, unconsciously looking behind himself.

"Pssh. Like any would dare take me on!" The blond grinned triumphantly, and Iruka shook his head with a smile.

"Just because you lead this pack doesn't mean you're not blacklisted, you know."

"I know, I know. But hey, I can hold my own, 'Ruka." That grin kept its place, and Iruka couldn't help but smile back. "… So uh, does this mean I get an extra week for those essays?"

"No."

"Damn it!"

"Naruto!"

"… Sorry, 'Ruka." Iruka smiled warmheartedly, despite his previously reprimanding voice. He playfully swatted at Naruto's back, sending the younger boy stumbling forward slightly.

"Hey!"

"Naruto." The smile immediately left his face, and said blonde folded his arms stubbornly, raising a curious eyebrow.

"What now?"

"Just… try getting some sleep tonight, alright?" The fox's gaze softened, and he grinned mockingly at Iruka.

"Sure thing, Dad."

"Hey, I'm trying to hel—"

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Naruto waved him off, "Don't worry about me, 'Ruka! I'm perfectly fine. I mean, have you ever SEEN someone with this much energy? Obviously I'm getting enough sleep to fuel it!" He grinned, and his teacher couldn't help but smile, just a little. "Oh, hey, I should go home and.. uhh.. get started on those essays. Yeah! Bye, 'Ruka!" And before Iruka could reply, he was gone.

The teacher sighed, shaking his head with a smile, then frowning.

"Why do you take such comfort in believing I don't see that façade?"

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Ok, I know this took a while to get in, and is fairly short, but I'm just getting started.

Before I leave, I have some things I need to explain.

First off, there are gangs all over the city of Konoha, but only two "packs". Packs are what the animalistic gangs are called. Note: Only the animalistic gangs know about their abnormalities, though. Humans assume they're just normal human gangs. Each pack has a name, one being Chidori which is NOT led by Sasuke, mind you. Actually led by his brother. That plot in itself will develop later on. The other one is Rasengan, led by Naruto.

Character development, plot, abilities, and the animals they can change into will come later. After all, this is only the first—SHORT—chapter. x)

OH, and by the way, the street names may be confusing. They are purely made up from the top of my head for the amusement of myself and myself alone. Unless you guys want to join in, eh?

So stick with me, please?

-DarkPhoenix365