Yo Yo~! This is a collab between two mega smexy best friends that go by the name of Meadowlain (meadowlain) and Musa (Musa Uchiha) hope you enjoy our story :D

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Hi, my name is Uzumaki Naruto and I'm invisible.

"Damn, I thought I was gonna be late", I muttered to myself as I reached the school gates and walked pass several classrooms to reach my own locker, and on my way, I saw several of my paintings being displayed near the artroom, however, no one knew I was the artist. I'm just an ordinary student and I don't really stand out(except for the colour of my hair which is blonde), my only strength is art.

Art is a way of my life.

Art has no limits.

Art allows you to express yourself.

I'm not really good at expressing myself and that's why I use art as a connection with the people. I feel happy when people like my art and as much as I want to tell them that I am the artist...I can't. I'm just so freaking shy, that whenever someone talks to me I stutter to no end, like a broken recorder. I ask my brain if it has a malfunction sometimes, sheesh.

I barged into the classroom, while panting, and realised that the teacher wasn't here yet. I sauntered to my seat, sat down and sighed in relief. I turned around to look at my only bestie in the whole wide world, Gaara. He has his notebook opened and was doodling on it.

"Hey Gaara!" I gave him a big smile and waved. Gaara looked up and nodded, acknowledging my existence and went back to drawing. I know Gaara seems like a total emo kid but he isn't. He just doesn't know how to react to people and considering that he has such a scary aura surrounding him, everyone decided to just leave him alone. Well, except for me, because I'm cool like that.

Kiba POV

Kiba fucking Inuzuka is my name.

Not really.

It just sounds cooler, but if my mom heard that she would pop a gasket and probably slap me upside the head and ask where are my manners. Pft. With a mother like her you can't have manners. It's unheard of.

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING

Hm, the bell. Ha, it's not like I care if I'm late though. As long as I keep my grade up to an average C plus I can keep my boxing gloves. I feel that it's the only way to express myself and be who I truly am.

"You're late Inuzuka," My, whatever class this is, teacher said to me.

"I'm here and that should count right? So just shut up and continue with...whatever it is that you're teaching," I grumbled out. The teacher looked like she was about to have a heart attack times five. It only got worse when the students started laughing which got me sent to the principals office. While I was walking there a few students that came in late who were in the halls quickly moved out of my way, afraid

I would push them into the locker or shove their head into the toilet. Since around here I'm known as Kiba the Rebel or Kiba the Punk or Kiba the Awesome. Alright, the last one wasn't true but the others were. Other than boxing, tripping kids and pushing their faces into their lunches is my hobby. As soon as I walked in the office all the secretary did was point to the principal and nod. Haha, she's use to seeing me.

"Not only do you arrive late, you talk back to the teacher? Do I have to tell you how much trouble you're in?" The principal, , asked me. I shrugged. It's not like I care. Like I said befor-

"You mess up one more time and I'm personally taking you off the boxing club." It took about five seconds for that to sink in.

"Alright alright! I'll be a goody-two-shoes from now on, sheesh." I raised both of my hands to admit defeat to this old hag. Well fuck this, guess I gotta act like a nerd for a while before this woman decides to do anything else to make my life more miserable than it already is.

I walked to my locker and swung it open with brute force, the students beside me bounced upwards and walked away swiftly. That's right, punks! I'm not in the mood today to deal with your damn existence. I glanced at my timetable to check which class is next. Well,well,well, this day can't get any worse...can't it? Motherfucking art class. As you can tell, I hate art class. I don't know how someone can 'express' their feelings through arts and crafts. I walked pass the schools art display case and saw a new artwork that must've been put up just recently.

It actually took my breath away.

It was a girl with long wavy hair, stretching out her arms, as though she wanted to embrace you. A red heart shape was drawn on her chest and it was glowing. She had a big smile on her face, not a sadistic one, but a smile that showed she was truly happy. Her eyes were closed and brought a sense of peacefulness to this piece and her hair had gradients of many different colours as it encircled her, it was short in the front and long in the back. Behind the girl it was painted of a perfect night sky with stars glowing like pearls at the bottom of the ocean.

It showed that no matter who you are, you shine as bright as the night sky when you enjoy doing something you love. I understood it all. It's what I feel when I box. Like, people can see the real me and not just the punk attitude everyone sees.

And I love it.

This isn't the first time this happened though and it only happens for this one artist. This same, unknown, artist always leaves me feeling breathless because I can see and understand what message they're sending through their paintings. Again, for the umpteenth time, I look for the name of the artist but like every other time there's no name. Which pisses me off because if you're this good, the school has a right to know. When I asked the teacher one time who painted in the middle of the display case, all he said was, "Some student in one of my classes." Like that helps you fucking retard. So I gave up asking and just continued to admire it silently. I can't have the entire school knowing the school punk loves these paintings.

I walked into the class, and automatically chose a seat that was nearest to the window, so that at least I had a decent distraction from this boring, bitchy class. My eyes were glued to the scenery outside the window, until from the side of my vision, there was a blonde flash that zoomed pass. I turned to my right and realised someone was actually ruining my emo moment. The dude sat beside me like nothing ever happened and just took out a simple notebook. Well, at least I didn't get an annoying turd sitting beside me, glancing at him at that thought. Damn, this boy's hair is so bright and yellow, someone get me a blindfold. His eyes...were a beautiful sky blue though.

"Good morning my sweet beautiful students...well most of you anyway," Our ever sarcastic art teacher, , said. Some of the students pouted and some chuckled while the rest, me, just acted like they didn't care. "How was everyone's weekend? I had the most fun time with a little neko who had the cutest ears and the most adorable tail with a studded collar and-"

"Sensei, I think you're the only one in the entire school who hasn't given out a final," a red headed kid said, "I don't know about you but," he sighed, "I want to pass and leave this school as quickly as possible." Gaara is his name if I remember correctly. The other person, besides me, who the students, and some teachers, are afraid of.

"Hai hai Sabaku-san," said smiling, "I guess you all want to leave me and fly far away from me." He said in mock hurt, grabbing his chest as if in pain.

"You have no idea," I mumbled out rolling my eyes. I felt someone looking at me so when I looked up I was kind of shocked to see that it was . Hm, I guess he heard me.

"Alright, fine. I'll give you your project topic right now", Mr Hatake scratched the side of his head and then turned around to write on the whiteboard. He scribbled down the word: "Portrait". "You guys are tasked to group up in pairs to draw a portrait of each other by the end of this term". The entire class erupted into groans to the point that it was pitiful. The only one who I saw not groaning was the blonde kid sitting next to me. In fact, he was smiling. I raised an eyebrow and stared at him like he was an alien from this world, until he turned around to look at me then blushed and looked away. Well, that was awkward.

"We'll be having a lottery, so can every other student, starting from the right side, please come out to take your draw." placed a box on the desk and sat down to relax by taking out his favourite book called "Icha Icha Paradise". It was finally my turn to draw one and so I did. I unfold the small piece of note to read the name of my victim.

"Naruto..." I whispered the name out as I read. I could've sworn I saw the blonde haired guy next to me freeze up but I wasn't sure.

"Hatake- sensei-" some girl randomly called out.

"For the whole year I've been saying to call me Kakashi sensei, makes me sound very old, like the science teacher upstairs," Kakashi-sensei said grinning. Many of the students laughed since it was true. That science teacher has to be at least over 100 years old. "Anyway, what is your question?"

"Can we switch partners if want to?" The girl said with hope in her eyes. Kakashi-sensei shook his head no, breaking the girls', and everyone else' heart. Since, of course, our teacher showed up mega late, by the time everyone had picked from the box the bell rang. Since I didn't know who this Naruto person was, sad since I know almost everyone in this class, I had to ask Kakashi-sensei.

"Hey, Old man," I said casually walking up to his desk. He glared at me like I was going to hell just for breathing, "I wanna know who this 'Naruto' is." I unfolded my piece of paper and pointed at his name. He pointed over to a kid, the one with the blonde hair who sat next to me, who was just about to walk out the door, "Naruto."

And just like that, my whole world changed.

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