We're in Heaven
Yet again I have chosen a Naruto High School story to write. Why? Because I can and I just felt like it… Anyways…I do seriously think 'Artfully Shattered', my previous Naruto High School fanfiction, ended on a very…depressing note. My writing teacher tells me I write really sad stories. Oh well. I guess romance to tragedy is just my style. BUT, oh my goodness, yes indeed! I'm writing this one as a romance/hurt/comfort story. Rejection and break-ups hurt like hell. And sometimes best friends are the only ones who can pick up the pieces.
'We're in Heaven', is my second Naruto High School fanfiction story, as said before. We have a lot of pairings such as…SasoDei, ItaKisa, SasuSaku, NaruSaku, SasuNaru, Itachi x OC, Deidara x OC, Sasori x OC. Oh my, this is going to be insanity. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I do writing it. Writing is my passion and I love to share it with you.
I do not own Naruto. It is copyright of its original creators who is not me and some other person. This is purely fan-made and is no way or form associated with the anime company or any of the events in the anime or manga. This story is for my own, and the reader's, enjoyment. I only copyright Izaki Mukura, Kuroi Kokoro, the made-up Mukura family, and finally Adeline (no last name).
WARNINGS: Extremely light yaoi, violence, mention of drugs and alcohol, crack at some points, jokes that probably aren't funny, randomness, horrible writing skills at some points, some OOC, and the 'blood and gore' factor which I do tend to often overdo. I try not to, though.
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Sasori Akasuna stared out of the car window as the scenery whizzed by. He rested his chin on his arms which were crossed on top of the pillow on his lap. His maroon hair fell slightly into his dull emerald eyes. His thin lips were set in a slight frown on his thin, pale face. The driver of the car was an elderly lady with graying hair and piercing onyx eyes with an attitude to match.
He didn't want to have to leave. Suna had been the one and only place he'd truly felt somewhat accepted. Now, though, his guardian, Grandmother Chiyo, had made them move. Whatever reasoning she had, sixteen year old Sasori couldn't understand. All he'd heard when he got home one day from Suna High School were the words: 'We have to move.'
No matter how hard he fought or how loud he'd yelled Chiyo didn't change her mind. She'd put the argument in finality when she'd told him, in a deathly quiet voice, that there was no other option and she was just doing the right thing for her 'beloved' grandson.
He furrowed his brow at the memory. Grandmother Chiyo hardly ever got that mad. But that day she'd snapped she'd slammed the lid of her suitcase closed, whirled around to face him with blazing coal eyes, and used a tone she only used when the situation was dead serious. He let out an exasperated sigh. Sasori had never had a chance to even say goodbye to anyone he knew there. They'd just packed up and left; just like the policeman made Sasori do on the night his parents died in a fatal car crash.
Chiyo had told him they were going to a better life—one where things were peaceful and nothing was wrong. Boy, did she have a lot to learn. Sasori smirked slightly with his eyes halfway closed. Whatever the old hag—yes, he thought that about her quite a bit—was thinking about high school was the opposite of what Sasori knew it was. High school was rough where kids manipulated, hurt, betrayed, and much more.
He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, trying to block out the horrible memory of not being able to say goodbye to his girlfriend Adeline. An image of her flitted through his mind—flowing, flaming-orange hair with vibrant green eyes and naturally tanned skin with a narrow face and an open smile. She'd been everything and more to Sasori. Now, though, he'd never get to say his last farewell. Adeline would hate him for the rest of his life because of how he'd broken her heart.
Where they were going nothing would ever feel right for Sasori. Konoha would never be Suna. No girl would ever be Adeline. And nothing, and no one, could ever fill his aching heart. The life he'd once had had been left behind as they sped away from Suna.
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Deidara Yasuki glared hatefully out of his window in his new bedroom. Although they'd just moved in a week ago, he resented it all. He was attending a new high school, Konoha High School, and all the kids there teased him about looking like a girl and his speech habits. Deidara, sixteen years old, had long, silky blonde hair with bangs covering his left eye which had been severely damaged in an accident while in the car with his drunken father. His single visible eye was an ocean-like shade of blue. The eye that replaced the one he'd lost was metal and covered a good portion of his eye till the side of his face.
His father had insisted they move into the extravagant neighborhood they now lived in. It was the upper-class part of Konoha. After he'd received an official warning that the next time he was caught drunk driving he'd be sentenced to jail he'd demanded Deidara pack his bags and several moving trucks and move to Konoha. Deidara's mother had died in a fatal accident while on a plane a year after Deidara had been born.
It was his father's fault. He'd encouraged her to take the flight as a vacation from her home life. And he blamed his dad for making them move constantly. Every time he was on probation for drunk driving he moved, dragging Deidara with him. Nothing the blonde said could ever change his mind.
That was the reason they were in Konoha now. And Deidara hated every second of being there.
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Izaki Mukura had lived in Konoha a good five years. Her family had moved there on account of the town they'd lived in was at war with another continent and her brother, father, grandpas, and uncles were at risk of being drafted. So they'd chosen to move to escape the drafting. Truthfully, she was glad they'd moved out of the fray. She probably couldn't have stood not having her father, weary after a long day of work, coming home and calling for her to give her a hug or just to talk about how she'd been lately.
She was sixteen years old with long unevenly cut ebony hair, lively violet eyes that changed colors with her mood (a birth defect), pale skin, a narrow face, and extremely thin yet very nice in figure. Attending Konoha High School she received some of the top marks. Her birthday was April twenty-sixth. Her sister, Mizuki Mukura, was the same age as her and had the same birth date. Only she was golden blonde with grass-green eyes. Despite the fact she didn't receive the same grades as her sister she was still decently good.
Izaki's brother, Ixia, was seventeen years old—the eldest of the Mukura children. He had the same dark hair as his sister which he kept at a longer style and just a shade darker green eyes than Mizuki. He had medium colored skin and was extremely intelligent. Altogether, Izaki's life was pretty decent.
That was only if you didn't count the fact her sister drank underage and her brother did drugs and smoking and her father didn't hit her and her mother didn't disappear for days on end. Often Izaki found she was home alone. Over the years she'd learn to deal with it. She'd learned to accept it and not to cry when she felt the aching for another person's company. It did have a physical and emotional change on her, though.
Izaki became more into hard-rock and became more into wearing black and red. She'd even had her entire room redone to match her new change. Izaki never cried—she hadn't for several years now. She was calm and composed but could easily break at any second but change back in a heartbeat. Izaki had become moody and unpredictable. Her life had turned her anorexic at some points and caused her major stress.
Overall, she felt at peace with what she had. But she just wanted a friend; a true friend.
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Kuroi Kokoro was the most popular girl in the entire Junior year of high school. With her spiky, rebelliously cut black hair and piercing deep blue eyes she was an immediate hit. Despite her looks, she was truly girly at heart and displayed that side of her wholeheartedly. She used to be a punk skater-girl, though. That all changed when she came to Konoha High School. Seeing everyone there caused her to completely break down into changing.
She used to be the best of friends with a girl named Izaki Mukura who was also was like the individual Kuroi used to be. When Kuroi had changed her looks and ways, their friendship suffered a great deal. Things between them became more strained and soon enough Izaki had enough. She'd looked Kuroi in the eyes and told her she really liked the girl as a great friend because she'd never been afraid of being herself. Then, though, she'd gone and changed because of peer pressure. It just wouldn't work anymore between them.
Since that day they'd never spoken to each other.
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Itachi Uchiha was the most popular boy in the entire Junior year of high school. He was a quiet individual who never gave in to pressure. He had top grades and was amazingly handsome with his faded coal black hair always pulled into a low ponytail, sharp featured face, and piercing onyx adorned irises. Any girl would die to date him—literally. He had a brother named Sasuke who was a year younger than him but equally as popular.
Although, when they weren't at school, things were different. His parents only paid attention to their eldest son who they saw as 'walking perfection' and completely neglected Sasuke. Itachi wanted to help him, but just couldn't bring himself to actually do it. He wasn't one to get emotional about anything—ever.