Author's Notes: Aright this work of fiction is copy write by me. Any characters made up by me are owned by me and the others are owned by their respective peoples. I got this idea from Silent-Shanin on DeviantART, this is also an art trade, plus here are the links to her Naruto drawings. (For people on DA) You guys should check them out they are totally epic! Also it's AU so I might not be able to use all of the characters from Naruto. He does get a creepy stalker though! XD Merry Christmas (a bit late though) guys! Shanin finally finished the art trade for you! :D I was just reading this over again, and I just noticed that some of it doesn't fit into Chapter 5 or the story line I have right now...so I have to edit it...D: Sadness! But QueenyLeAcH edited this for me so it's better than last time!

P.S I did need a beta but now I have one :D QueenyLeAcH, and she's absolutely AMAZING.
Alright then,
Hope you like the first chapter of Just Dance!

Chapter One, In Which Someone Trips
And Two People Point And Laugh. (Or, A Little Bit Of The Past)

Alright, I got this. One hand on the ground, lift up, right foot to the sky...SHOOT, GRAB IT! Yes…alright now hold…One…Two…Three…Four...Drop, SLIDE! One, two, third beat…nod! Bobbing his head to the imaginary beat Naruto Uzumaki, sixteen year old street break dancer, finished his last move.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as a brown haired lady, who happened to be walking past, dropped a couple of coins into the hood of his old orange jacket. I wonder, did she give me enough to get some new stuff?

Checking to see that no one from any of the gangs was around, he stood up and walked as though he didn't desperately need some food or new clothes. He grabbed the hoodie and tipped the coins into his palm before counting them out slowly and pulling the jacket on over his black shirt.

I've got enough! Naruto felt like jumping up and punching the air but he refrained himself…If he didn't…His clothes might rip more than they already were, and it was hard enough trying to dance in these clothes without accidentally flashing anyone all ready. I've got enough to buy some new threads, new shoes AND some ramen! Mmm…I can already taste it…He put the coins in to his jacket pocket and sauntered off to the nearest, cheapest clothes shop he knew of.

Naruto Uzumaki, raised by the streets and its code of honor, was medium, not tall, not short, just somewhere in the middle, and really thin, right in the middle of being fit and starving half to death. The boy was white skinned and dressed, to stay slightly in or out of the spotlight, with a black tee, an orange hoodie with one pocket that ran straight over his stomach, loose blue jeans with rips all through them that weren't caused on purpose, blue sneakers and black fingerless, slightly longer then his wrist, gloves. His face was the most remarkable thing about him, his eyes being a color-changing blue and his spiky hair being a bright blonde, almost yellow, color. As well for some strange reason he had three scars on either side of his face that resembled cat whiskers and his canine teeth were pointier than normal.

Currently, those canines were shown in Naruto's soft, slightly nervous, smile as he stood outside the clothes shop. He remembered the last time he had been in here - it wasn't one of the fondest memories of his life, seeing as he had been almost arrested. If it hadn't been for that stupid, strange, eye-patched, white haired guy he probably would have ended up in a jail cell and…

ENOUGH! he thought to himself. Clothes NOT memories! A little bell chimed above Naruto's head as he pushed open the door. Making his way to the back where he had spotted some jackets in his favorite color, orange, he paused long enough to scoop the place out in case he had to run again. There was a back entryway that led to an alley which he discovered by accident while trying to find some place warm to sleep; the front door, which he had just come through, though that was easily blocked; a couple of air ducts if he was desperate; and lots and LOTS of clothes on movable racks, tables, and shelves that he could hide in or behind.

Resuming his walk, he looked out for the dude from last week, even if he had money, that guy might try to make it difficult for him to buy stuff. It wasn't even HIM who took the clothes last time - it was…uh…what's his face…some dude with spiky white hair and glasses (Another one! You'd think they all had death wishes or something). Which was strange, (the white hair, not the glasses) you usually didn't do stuff like that unless you were crazy, had gang immunity, or you were Naruto; and seeing as HE was Naruto, the white haired guy couldn't be him so, A) he was either crazy or, B) he was running with a strong gang.
Probably the latter as he didn't seem crazy and he stole things…And BLAMED completely innocent people like him! Naruto felt like slapping himself again; he was getting completely sidetracked form his shopping "mission". The coins he'd earned from the months of dancing chinked around in his pockets and he stopped scoping the place out to scope out the clothes he could wear. He decided to buy some shoes first, then go for gloves, new jeans and so forth until he got everything that he needed.

The shoe isle was a bit to the right of where he was so, moving carefully, he navigated his way around the racks and shelves to where he needed to go. There were some nice, red sneakers he had seen last year and he noticed them on the shelf above his head so he stood on his toes and stretched his arm up 'till he reached it. Wobbling a bit, unbalanced, he quickly grabbed the shoes and was down on his feet before he could fall over. Luckily, he managed to grab the right pair and he sat down to try them on, watching carefully in case any guards came to kick him out.

Lady Luck apparently liked him today because the shoes fit well, with a bit of space so he could grow. Naruto sped over to the jacket section in record time and found all the stuff he came in for, minus socks. It was strange, there were absolutely no socks anywhere in the store and seeing as if he wanted to find some he had to talk to a clerk, he decided that socks were useless and ramen tasted better anyway. With all his new clothes on he made his way to the counter; they might let him go out wearing them, if he was lucky.

Luck. Not something you usually relied on when you lived like he did, but then again, he never was "usual." Everyone thought he was a demon and he didn't bother correcting them after he realized that everyone but gang leaders would leave him alone. He knew why they called him a demon, but he didn't know why they blamed his hair, or his face and why they blamed those aspects of his profile but they left him alone and he wasn't made to "participate" in any gang fights that would go on. Which was good, earning money for food was hard enough without hospital bills and a bullet in his leg.

The clerk at the counter was free to help him so Naruto went up and rang the silver bell. It made a pleasant chiming sound and the clerk turned around to face his next customer. The name tag on the front of the boy's shirt read "Kurai" and he froze when he saw Naruto's hair colour. He stared in amazement and fear.

Naruto, slightly used to this treatment when it came to superstitious gangs or their members, just waited patiently for the guy to realise that he wanted to buy something. Kurai was still frozen two minutes later and Naruto was getting annoyed, so he coughed to attract the clerk's attention to the fact he was holding all of his clothes and his shoes in his hands. The brown haired guy finally snapped out of his trance and took Naruto's stuff off of him hesitantly, still obviously terrified of being so close to the supposed "demon."

When he spoke there was a stutter that was clearly from fear and not just a speaking disability. "Wh-what would you like...sir!" The last bit was added on as a quick and scared afterthought.

Naruto questioned in his normal voice, unavoidably terrifying the clerk with his sharp canines. "Can I please buy these clothes, the ones that I'm wearing?"

The clerk replied quickly, eager to get Naruto away from him, "Yes, yes of co-course!"

Naruto nodded and Kurai scanned the price tags on what Naruto was wearing. He reached down to take Naruto's old clothes off him but Naruto took them away from his grasping fingers. Kurai's hands fluttered away like a spooked horse before he regained his courage and spoke again. "I can take those off you if you want," when Naruto looked unconvinced he added, "I'll pay for them."

Naruto's common sense overran the fact that his head was shouting at him that this was a very bad idea, and he gave the clerk his old threads and some of his dancing money, while in return the spiky haired fourteen year old handed over some cash for his old clothes.

"Thank you for your assistance," Naruto said, not caring that the guy wouldn't answer him.

Surprisingly though, the boy did answer with, "Um, excuse me? Are you…really a demon?"

An evil smirk grew on Naruto's lips as he said, "Whoever said I wasn't?"

The boy twitched as Naruto left the clothes shop. He had started counting out all of the change he had left when suddenly two men pushed him down. Surprised and still unused to his new shoes, Naruto slipped and fell, the rest of his money going down a nearby sewer drain. "NO!" he shouted, scrabbling for the coins. The two men that pushed him started laughing cruelly and he felt a swift kick to his ribs. "Ugghh…" the breath whooshed out of his chest as he closed his eyes and groaned in pain.

"STOP IT!" Naruto heard a young lady's voice shout through his closed eyes. "C-can't you see you're hurting him?" The two men backed off quickly with quiet "sorry" and "yes, miss." The beautiful white dressed lady bent down to help Naruto to his feet. "Ar-are you alright? I'm very s-sorry for my guards' behavior," at that bit she sent a glare towards the men who backed away carefully, "t-they can be very bothersome at times." Her voice held a shy stutter.

Naruto was about to answer when his stomach growled angrily at its owner. He laughed awkwardly and tried to stop the large noise from broadcasting from how hungry it was. The girl just looked at him curiously. "Heh heh, I'm fine! Believe it!"

"W-what?"

"Uhh, well I just..." Naruto rubbed the back of his head and laughed nervously again.

"W-would you like something to eat?" she asked kindly, "it's the least I can do for you."

"No, I'm not hungry at all!" Naruto's stomach growled again disregarding his pride and his statement.

The girl laughed and smiled, challenging. "N-not hungry at all huh?"

Naruto rolled his eyes and admitted, "Well maybe a bit…But I don't need your food!"

"I-I never said you had to take it." Teasing sarcasm was heavy in her words.

Naruto crossed his arms, annoyed at her as he said, "I don't need anything from the likes of you."

"I h-have a like?"

"Yeah, you do!"

"Oh…r-really. And what am I 'like'?"

"You're one of those rich people who think they can get whatever they want if they flash their money around!"

To Naruto's surprise the lavender eyed girl laughed aloud. She stuck out her hand for him to shake and asked him, "What is your name?"

Naruto just looked at her hand before realizing that she wanted him to shake it. His own hand reached out of its own accord as he replied with confidence, "My name is Naruto Uzumaki, and I'm going to be the best break dancer ever! Believe it!"

"W-well, Naruto Uzumaki, my name is–"

Suddenly the girl's guards advanced and one of them shouted, "Back off, punk! Don't you dare hurt Miss Hyuga!" He brandished his weapon threateningly and Naruto bolted away.

The girl called out to Naruto and stretched her arm in his direction as if to catch his fleeting form, "Wait! Please!"

Naruto looked over his shoulder at her and grinned cheekily, raising his hand to wave at her. "See you later, Miss Hyuga!"

The girl's guards flanked her as Naruto's form disappeared around a corner, the shorter one spoke to the other as though Miss Hyuga couldn't hear them. "Her father won't be happy about that you know."

The other replied with, "Everyone knows she's already set up with someone else…"

The guards switched their attention back to the dark haired girl observing them. "We'd better get you back to your father, Miss Hyuga." The three started walking again. The lavender eyed girl looked back with longing to where she saw Naruto last. "Naruto Uzumaki…," She whispered to herself, hoping to see the proud blue eyed blonde again.