Disclaimer: All characters belong to Kishimoto.
A/N: This should be quite a small project that started from nowhere but a mental image. It has a rather loose plot as of now, and chapters will be as short (add or take some) as this, with spontaneous, interconnected scenes. This is product of aimless writing, but I hope that you'd enjoy anyway. Leave a review if you deem it worthy of your time to. Thank you :)
Naruto stuck his lips out and let through a loud breath of air, flopping himself lazily into the plastic seat. He brought the bag that hanged off his shoulder into his lap and wrapped his arms around it, cuddling it close to his chest like he always did with his pillow. He squeezed his eyelids together and blinked a couple of times before he felt warm tears forming around his eyes. Blinking again, he rubbed the tears away and yawned, dropping his face right into the bag. Fatigue was a good reason as to why Uzumaki Naruto really disliked going to school.
Say maybe it was not as serious as 'fatigue', but he was tired nonetheless. Tired like a brain-dead zombie. He found himself extremely lucky that he had actually managed to get a seat on the sardines-in-a-can packed morning train, or he would have collapsed onto some foul-smelling salary man in his dazed stupor. If there were one industry in Japan that would last through the End of The World, it would have to be the alcohol.
Morning. School. Tired. Odour. That just about summed it up. Oh, wait; add in the weight on his left shoulder. Fellow dozer.
Not that it was necessary, but with Naruto being your average curious type kid, he automatically forced his eyes open to get a glance of the head. He hoped that it was a cute girl.
Lush black hair and fair skin. Maybe this was the start of his lucky day. His eyes lingered for a while longer, trying to take in the full features. Spiky hair? Straight brows? Maybe she was just not as feminine as Sakura. The nose was rather big and the jaws too angular. Maybe luck would never come. Damn, this was a guy, a rather familiar one too.
Naruto stared and absentmindedly tried to match up images and names in his head.
'School…uh…class? Somehow I don't really…like this person. Uchi…Uchiha...Sasu…ke?'
Naruto would have jumped out of his seat and leave the bastard's head crashing into the solid surface where his fart had been released onto moments before if he could. Since the carriage was too crowded for room to move and his body was feeling too heavy, he played the scene out in his foggy head, grinning as much as his exhausted energy reserve allowed him to.
What on earth was Uchiha Sasuke doing on a train anyway? Had he not always been going to and fro in that Lamborghini his brother (or whoever that was) drove? Man, what he would give to ride in that car. 'Some people always get it better than others,' He figured, then murmured, "Lucky bastard." Followed by thoughts of 'Why are you riding my train, and sleeping on my shoulder?' And he had remembered him as the goody teacher's pet who was always busy with assorted papers during the dim early mornings amongst knocked-out students. Naruto childishly hoped that he had been kicked out by his parents for a reason like, oh, getting a couple of girls pregnant? He slowly frowned and chided himself for making a joke out of it. The poor girls. Uchiha Sasuke was way overrated, so there had to be an even more embarrassing reason for the current situation.
Naruto let his mind drift off to his own land of self-proclaimed ingenuity as the train continued its work across the rail line towards the school campus.
A/N: No, I do not attempt humour. Just dry, careless thoughts. Thank you for reading.
(Some parent of a student at my school had the nerve to drive their oh-so-yellow Lamborghini to the school campus. I'm envious.)
