1. Like with ALL Naruto fanfics, I DO NOT OWN HIM, though by God do I wish I did!
2. It IS a yaoi, and Kibaxnaru, so GET OVER IT!!! But not yet
3. No lemons yet, but mabye later on
4. And, this is my first fanfic. Let's see how this goes.
5. Oh! And I would love reviews and contructive critisism. But DON'T BE MEAN!!! Or I'll have to fish-whack you!
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Chapter One: Hurry! Hurry! Rapidamente
Naruto groaned in his half sleep as he threw his hand up onto his bedside table, knocking over his reading glasses and his favorite book, Rayin of Flayms II: Return of the Sun. He groped blindly for a moment before finally finding the off button of his alarm clock. He reluctantly pulled his face from the pillow and turned a sleep-hazed eye to the digital read-out of the alarm clock. Damn! Six thirty! He would be late if he didn't hurry. He threw off his blanket and scrambled out of his bed, not even pausing to put on his boxers. He was about to get in the shower anyway, so why bother?
He ran down the stairs to the linen closet, then back up the stairs to the full bath across from his bedroom. He hung the towel carefully and neatly from the towel rod, readjusting it several times. Contrary to the beliefs of most, he was a neat-freak. It was his C.O.D., of course, but, he didn't like to use it as an excuse. He finally had it straight to his satisfaction, he stuck his arm into the shower to turn on the water so that he wouldn't be blasted by cold water. It being winter, his least favorite season, was bad enough, but a cold shower? He didn't think that even Sasuke would take one.
He climbed in and relished the feel of the steaming hot water on his shoulder blades, which were sore from soccer, sighing as the knots and kinks from practice the day before melted away. He smiled at his foggy reflection on the shining clean tiles of the shower wall. Today was going to be wonderful. Today, he was the star. Of the school play, no less! He couldn't wait! He was going to play Romeo! With Sakura as Juliet! He shivered at the thought of the final scenes while lathering the shampoo in his hair. He'd get to kiss her! Not that head hadn't already in rehearsals, but today, it'd be in front of everyone! He would be on cloud nine all day until sis forty that night.
Once he had rinsed his hair thoroughly, he turned off the water, reluctantly watching the last of the hot water run out of the faucet before sticking his arm out of the curtain, trying to get his towel while letting escape as little of the steam as possible. He managed to get it in between the tips of his fingers and pulled it in, shivering at the brief exposure to the cold air of the bathroom outside of the shower. He shivered at the thought of having to walk to school in that cold today. Maybe he would call a taxi. Nah, he could walk it. It'd be cold, but he'd manage. When he was dry, all but his feet, at least, he pulled the curtain open, steeling himself against the blast of frigid air.
Once the shivers were past, he stepped over the lip of the tub and planted his right foot firmly on the frosty ceramic tiles. He had a habit of slipping first thing in the morning. When he was sure he would keep his footing, he lifted his other foot and set it down next to it's brother. He walked over to the mirror and looked at his reflection in the slightly fogged glass, smiling dashingly, the sorrowfully, then boldly, then angrily. Yes. He would be superb in the play that evening!
after he finished admiring himself in the mirror, he brushed his teeth and combed his unruly blonde hair, the only untidy thing in his entire life. Well, except for maybe his Spanish folder. He gurgled with his favorite mouth wash, and spat out the stinging liquid as he heard a knocking at the front door. Who would be here this early. The local Jehovah's Witness group? No, it was too early even for them. He sighed with releif. It wasn't that he had any problem with them, they were very nice people. But they were just so insistent. He couldn't stand them.
"Just a minute!" he called down the stairwell as he ran to his room, throwing on his boxers, camouflage cargo shorts, a plain black t-shirt, and his customary orange windbreaker and pants, though this was a special one, designed specifically for him for the winter time. He sipped the jacket and slipped on a pair of perfectly pressed and starched socks, then his winter books, and grabbed his messenger bag to leave downstairs so he could leave quicker after having breakfast. He ran down the stairs, dropping the suitcase-like back pack by the table and ran to the door, giving himself a second to catch his breath before pulling it open.
"Hello? Oh, Kiba! It's you. What're you doing here?" he asked, mildly surprised to see his biggest soccer rival. He looked around to see if anyone else was there, then moved aside and ushered him in out of the cold. "What's up, Kiba?" he asked, curious as he helped the brunette brush snow from his hair.
"Good morning to you, too..." he said blandly, noteing Naruto's lack of greeting. he held up a pair of medium sized soccer cleats. "You left these in the locker room yesterday. I told Coach I'd run 'em over to you." he replied as he tossed the shoes over by the door mat. He grinned in amusement as he realized that Naruto had a mat both inside and outside his front door. He was even more amused when Naruto growled slightly and ran over to pick the shoes up and stick them in his shoes-and-coat closet.
"Thanks. I really appreciate it." he said as he walked back over, brushing off his hands as if his cleats had been dirty. Not that they had been. He washed them in the locker room after every practice. "Hey. You um, want a cup of coffee or tea or something? To kick the cold before you leave?" he asked, turning and walking towards the kitchen.
"Uh, sure, I guess. Coffee, please. Black, no sugar." he replied as he rubbed his hands together to warm them up. He had forgotten his gloves, and his knuckles were aching badly. It was a problem he had. He had no clue where it had come from, either. His family had no such history of joint problems, yet he was almost constantly plagued by them, especially in the winter time. Like it was now. He clapped his hands softly to get the blood moving faster.
Naruto noted his problem and ushered him into the kitchen, turning on a burner on the stove. "Just don't touch it!" he warned Kiba as he turned back to the coffee pot and a pair of mugs. He pour one mug almost to the rim and set it on a saucer, then filled his about three-quarters full, making up the difference with creamer and a little bit of sugar and caramel coffee flavoring. He set his on a saucer next to Kiba"s and carried them over to the table. "Come on. And turn the burner off!" he said as he sat down and placed Kiba's cup down opposite him, in front of the other seat.
Kiba sat down and sighed into the coffee, letting the warmth from the mug full of hot liquid suffuse his hands, soothing the chill and the dull aches of his finger joints. "Thanks." he said after taking a quick sip of the steaming liquid, burning his tongue but not caring. He felt the heat of the fluid all down his esophagus. He grinned at the ceiling and rolled his eyes back into his head. He then heard his watch beep. Shit! Only thirty minutes until homeroom. He chugged the rest of the piping hot brew and ran into the kitchen, clunking the mug and saucer gently into the sink. "Come on, Naruto! We'll be late if we don't hurry!" he said as he picked his backpack up from where he had dropped it by the door on his way in.
"Okay!" Naruto called back as he ran into the kitchen and dumped his coffee into an insulated mug with a handle and then ran back into the dining room and grabbed his bag, hurrying out the door after Kiba, just barely remembering to lock the door. Oh no! 'm going to be late for my Spanish test! he thought frantically as he hurried after the larger boy, amazed at how quick Kiba was despite his size. Not that he hadn't already known that he was fast. He was the only person out of any of the sports teams that could outrun Naruto. He, just like Naruto, participated in three different sports. Football, Track and Field, and Soccer. Naruto was in Soccer, Cross-Country, and Swimming.
"Hurry up!" Kiba yelled at Naruto, who had fallen a full twelve paces behind. They were going to be late. He would be late for his math class, and he knew Naruto would get a good chewing out from his first block teacher, Ms. Ferris, the short, skinny, cute teacher that all of the students swore couldn't be but four years older than any of them. He was going to be late, and it was Naruto's fault!
(About twenty minutes later)
"Hurry up Naruto! Rapidamente! You'll be late in afew seconds!" his teacher called down the hallway to him as his first class cam einto sight. He sighed. Just in time. The bell rang just as he crossed the threshold. He grinned to himself. Made it. "Please take your seat, Mr. Uzumaki, so that we can begin the test on Chapter Two." Ms. Ferris said stiffly, and he scurried to his desk in the back corner of the room.