Anyway.. I've had this written for awhile but forgot about it :sweatdrop: If anyone out there is interested, i need a beta/someone to help me write the story because im pretty disorganized .;;;
Contact my email, its on my profiler :3
Warnings: This eventually will be boyxboy, yaoi, gay guys who like teh but secks x3 so if you dont like it shoo. also no lemons. i dont write lemons cause I teh crap at it :3 so no smut, sorry pervs :D (not an insult, i luff joo pervies)
also naruto isnt mine . if it was there would be lots of sasuke and naruto having hawt sweaty but secks, and sai would have no shirt :D (and i'd give kiba to sarge, aka FastForward, aka the person who made genma a perv x3)
A loud shreiking sound yanked the boy from his peaceful slumber. He slammed his fist on the alarm clock lazily and rolled to go back to sleep. Well, that's what he would have done if the shreiking hadn't stoped. He quickly relised the horible shreiking was not his alarm clock but his mother.
"Get up out of bed right now young man! It's 7, now get up! School starts at 8:50! Dont want to be late to your first day of school!"
Groaning, the teen managed to drag himself from bed. 'Whoopdy-fucking-doo' he thought annoyed, 'first day at a new school...and its halfway through the school year. Fun...'
He rumaged around his closet and found his favorite jeans. they were a light denim that were torn a bit around the heels from stepping on them when he walked.
His mother was old. And to make matters worse, the stuborn old bat was religious beyong belief. He had wanted to perform an exorsist on her mother many times to get rid of the holy spirit. Giving a half smile at his musings, he turned to find his hoodie. His other favorite article of clothing. The one that was grey-black, had a seprate pocket to put his Ipod that let him lace the headphones into the jacket and up to his ears without anyone being able to see and had a design with a skull on the back. His mother hated it.
He walked into the kitchen to see if there was anything good.
He absently thought how his hoodie was one of the few- and i mean few - things he was aloud to wear. His mom was just plain against black. He remembered one time, he had bought a HIM band shirt and his mother flipped, because she swore the heartogram, was a pentogram. So now there were no band shirts alowed.
It was the first week he was here in Cincinati, Ohio, didnt even finish unpacking, and he had to go to school already. He was still irate from the plane rides. First he had to sit between to old bats who spewed forth religious shit the whole way. Then when they switched planes a baby sat behind him, kicked the seat the whole way, and cried. And to make matters worse, he sat by his mother who spewed more religious shit the whole way. "Remeber to pray every few minutes. God will save us if we pray." he remembered her saying. But he was glad he had his Ipod and a window seat. He blasted Slipknot the whole way and watch the clouds with little intrest.
Then his mother screeched again snapping him back to reality. How he loathed her voice. " I'll bring you to school today, but tomorow you have to take the bus so don't forget to find where your bus is and where the bus stop is. Oh, and take the bus home. I'm sure you can find your way home alright."
He acknowledged what she was saying with a grunt. Grabbing a bottle of water he walked back to his room to gather his stuff. He decided to bring a notebook, his Ipod (which he stored conveiniently in is secret pocket in his hoodie.) a pen and pencil.On his first day he didn't need much. Right?
"We're leaving in 20 minutes Naruto!"
Naruto ground his teeth at that. He loathed how she said his name better. He decided to pass the time by checking himself out in the mirror. He didnt particuarly like how he looked, low self esteem and all, but he supposed he was decent. The girl population however seemed to think otherwise. Back at his old school his nickname, what the girls called him anyway when they described his looks, was 'sex on legs' or 'walking sex', neither was very creative on their part.
He looked at him self. Slender but muscular. He wasn't exactly tall but he was no midget, standing at 5'9. For 16 that wasn't tall...right? Naturaly tan skin, not that gross orange color you get from fake tans, his ass was the same color. No tan lines at all. He stayed inside alot hoping he would get pale, but damnit he just couldn't. He had a tan that everyone else wished they had accept him. He liked pale skin better. He had gorgeous grey-blue eyes though, he had to admit. They used to be a bright blue but he noticed after his fathers death they greyed. His blonde hair was spiky and messy. He was positive his mom would tell him to brush his hair, but it wouldn't matter, it stuck up of its own accord. Though she always liked to annoy him further and reach over to flatten his hair.
He couldn't stand it when people got to close to him when they didnt know him. Even though he knew his mother, he didnt want her wrinkly, saggy skin touching him, so he always shyed away from her. He liked to have a little bubble around him. But his mother aparently needed a big flashing neon sign to point it out before she would realise it. And even then she might be stupid enough to misinturpret that as 'Don't ever let me go! Be a clingy annoying bitch who protects me from life and makes me anti-social!' ...oh wait...
The blonde snickered at his thoughts before hearing yet another screech. "okay lets go! come on your'e gonna be late!"
It was 8:05. it took ten minutes to get there. It was freezing out and it was an outside school. There were few classrooms that were inside a building if he heard correctly. He hoped it was actually an inside school that served hot chocolate with tiny marshmellows.
He walked out to their ugly white Honda. '1997...not a good year.' He mused as he flopped into the car. As they drove down the road he tried to block out his mothers rantings.
"Remember! You can talk to those people and say 'hi' but keep them at an arms length! You know what they say, 'Bad association spoils youthful habits!'. We dont want that now do we? There are bad people at that school, in this world! Dont talk to those people either!" she spit the word 'people' out of her flabby wrinkly lips with disgust. What she ment by 'people' were goths and the like. Who wear all black and peirced everywhere or whatever.
Personaly he hated when she spoke about them like that. How they looked didnt make them bad. He actually loved that style. Dark hair and peircings, pale skin, dark eyeliner. He wished he could look like that. But he was naturally tan, owned no eyeliner, wasn't aloud to wear that much black at once and was not alowed to peirce or dye anything.
When they pulled up to the school she was gonna keep ranting for a few minutes, but the blonde jumped out of the car as quick as possible. "Bye!" he said and slammed the door. He never called her mom or mother, or adressed her as such. He found saying mom, or mother out loud was rediculous. For one, you dont call your brother 'Brother' or your son 'Son'. Well he didnt and never heard anyone talk like that. Also he never liked to admit she was even related to him outloud. so if he didn't call her anything, there was a chance people wouldnt asume that crazy bitch was his mom.
Naruto was making his way inside after his mother drove off when he smelled the faint sent of smoke. He turned his head to the side and noticed a large number of oak trees, and leaning on the biggest one was a small group of smokers. Not many most likely due to the fact that it was- he pulled out his phone and checked the time- 8:13. 'Wonderful...' He thought sarcasticly.
Replacing his cell phone in his pocket, Naruto made his way into the large school. Much bigger than his old one anyway, and decided to look for the main office to get his schedule and his bus information.
Luckily the main office wasn't too difficult to find. He walked into the building and saw a tall wrinkly horse faced woman sitting behind a desk. Her name plate read 'Mrs.Buckey, secretary'. 'That..that thing is actually married?! I feel bad for the poor sap who has to kiss those buck teeth...'
"Hi Mrs. Buckey?" Naruto said flashing her his most charming smile. "I'm a new student here and I need my schedule and bus information"
She looked up, saw his smile and took the bait. The old bat was practicly swooning. 'Eww...' "Oh right away. What's your last name?"
"Uzumaki."
"How do you spell that?"
"U-Z-U-M-A-K-I."
"Oh, I see" She typed quickly on the keyboard."Naruto?"
"That would be me." The blonde said flashing her another grin.She printed out his schedule and told him he was riding bus #69. "You'll have to ask he bus driver where your stop is so you know where to be picked up." She said handing him his schedule, "And here," she said pointing to a number with three digits underneath " is your locker and combonation."
'Oh yeah. Locker. I had completely forgotten about it.'
"Thank you." Said the blonde turning on his heel to leave.
"Oh and Naruto?" He spun back around to face her. "On your scedule, the numbers next to the clases tell you wear they are. Classes that start with 1 are on the first floor, 2 on the second and if it has a 'P' then its in one of the portables in the back. after 1, 2, or 'P' is the room number."
"Okay, thank you once again Mrs. Buckey"
"Oh please, call me Charolette." She said batting her eyes.
Naruto nodded, turned once again and left the office. 'Eww... Crazy old lady...thats just..just eww...'
The blonde pulled his sleeves over his fingers, they were gonna fall of if the got any colder. He looked down at his schedule and saw his locker was in section D and was number 666. ' Bus #69, Locker 666. He always seemed to be followed by 'evil' things as his mother put it.'Should change my last name to 'Sin' or something ' He thought with somewhat sarcasticly.'Though 69 isn't really evil. Probably enjoyable.' He mused with a smirk.
He wandered around the school, when he finally came across the section D of the lockers. 'Right by the Cafeteria, should be easy to remember...'
He didnt take the time to open his locker, due to the fact he didnt have anything to put in there. All he had was his notebook.
Taking another look at his schedule he noted what classes he had. Drama, Math, Gym then French. 'I can deal with the first three, but french? I'm not sure about that one. I hope its an easy class...'
The blonde decided to wander a bit. He looked down at his schedule again and noticed all his classes were on the first floor except math which was upstairs.
Naruto put his headphones on and started blasting his music. Checking his phone once more he noted it was 8:23. Only 27 minutes untill the begining of the end of his life.
But Naruto didn't know that...
Holy crap I have slim to no idea where im going with this :D
A/N: forgive the spelling mistakes, i suck at revising .