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Ishimaru Tsukiyo's
T'apprendre à vivre
Translated by sha La La. oh my-my.
Title: Vivify you, or Teaching you how to live
Author: Ishimaru Tsukiyo- known as Ishimaru
Summary: "Far from it; we will speak about our arrangement." "Our arrangement?" A school, High School of Konoha. A student, a teacher. And a secret that will tie them into a strange unsuspected arrangement.
Genres: Drama/Angst
Rating: T- as there are some mature themes
Pairing: (shounen ai, boy x boy) Sasuke x Naruto
Author's note: Hello everyone! First, I would like to thank Cassie for her incredible work. She's an unbelievably good friend and writer. Go read her! After that, I must say I'm kinda proud and really excited about the fact that you're reading my story in English. Please, review a lot, I can still understand you. Hope you'll enjoy!
Translator's note: Ishi gives me too much credit above. But do enjoy her story.
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Chapter one
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Life is full of meetings, departures. We, human beings, are intended to meet hundreds, thousands of people who break into our heads and our hearts- and then leave us. That is the way it is. It is an eternal cycle, an eternal cycle over which we have no control.
They enter; they leave. Like wind flitting temporarily through the branches of trees; like fugacious smiles.
They enter; they leave. They are tamed; we forget them.
One learns how to know them; one makes them disappear.
And our life follows its course the way the calm water follows the bed of a river...
We are a lonely seven billion and we live together every day, without realizing it, and without even thinking of it, too. We go about with life, without truly seeing ourselves; we pass by close, without understanding our existences...
But suddenly- sometimes without us realizing it- a person arrives. Just like that, gently intruding like the others. But with the passage of time, they become entwined with us. Their presence becomes essential, their inimitable smiles vital. Certain people come into our life to change us. To tear smiles from us, to wake us up, to give us a desire to live.
And so, we forget life before that person. We start believing that our lives would always be with them- how would we manage to exist without them?
However, the cycle cannot stop. They set out again, to go far, so far, too far.
But, unlike all the others who have breezed in and out of our lives, they are not forgotten. They have changed our lives, after all. They will always remain, as memories, phantoms. For these people, there will never be a farewell. There is only a goodbye.
And even if they leave forever, one can always find them in a broken piece of our hearts, is that not so?
I, I am one of the lonely. One of the blind and already dead seven billion idiots. At least, that was what I was before him. Before Uzumaki Naruto. That was before something came to disturb the calm and monotone of the river of my life...
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I met him one day like any another. It was a dull Monday in October, with icy wind and a mind numbingly gray sky, the kind of the day that makes you want to remain sleeping in your bed, the kind of day that makes you just want to lay there basking in the peace.
Hundreds of students were arriving at school, returning to their daily ritual of education. This establishment tried, after all, to shape the minds of over four thousand students. This immense school was the one that I went to - it was the High School of Konoha, in the town of Nagoya.
I forgot to tell you that I am Sasuke. Uchiha Sasuke. My name was one that didn't pass unrecognized in this high school, largely because of Uchiha Itachi, my brother, who had left an indelible mark on this society. Brilliant in school, brilliant in athletics, brilliant in everything, he deserved more than a place in the famous Tokyo Daigaku. And I, I lived in the shadow of this man. In the shadow of a man so adulated and admired, but a man that no one knew. But the public did not need to know the truth of Uchiha Itachi.
Thanks to him, practically all of the students knew who I was: "the little brother of Uchiha-san! " The teachers granted me privileges, automatically amazed by my brother's legacy, and also by my own growing list of achievements. The girls- for some reason- ran to me, desiring and wanting me. The school's sports teams unceasingly asked me to join them, even without seeing me play whatever it was that they wanted me to join.
Pathetic.
If I would have liked, I could have, with ease, made it so that I was surrounded by ready followers all the time. But these hypocritical beings didn't appeal to me, at all. I had always lived by myself. I was- well, alone. I did not need nor want to have those jerks following me like dogs.
"Uchiha-san! Uchiha-san!"
I turned around to see my professor of chemistry, Kabuto-sensei, running towards me while readjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. Kabuto-sensei, however, did not seem to have noticed my annoyance of him, even after all this time...
"Uchiha-san," he repeated, coming to a stop in front of me. "Will you come tomorrow at noon to meet Orochimaru-sama, the chemist?" he asked. "I've understood that you admire his work."
"Sorry, I don't think I'll be free then," I replied, turning away from Kabuto-sensei and beginning to walk away. "And in any case, I find his working methods slightly… controversial."
'You should die, boot licker,' I thought venomously. Every time I saw his glinting glasses as he walked toward me, with his quirked-up mouth, I always felt like dying a little. Really, this idiot called me Uchiha-san, despite the way he called the rest of his students with the suffix –kun. In what way was I more important than the rest of them?
The bell sounded overhead and drew me from away from my reflections. The hubbub that had already present intensified considerably and I was made part of the hustle and bustle of moving students. I took my schedule from my messenger bag's pocket.
'French. Wing C.' What meant that I was going to be undoubtedly late, since I was at the present being buried alive by the crowd in the wing F.
But the prospect of being late wasn't so bad. My French teacher adored me, just like all the others. Even if I arrived late, the old man should surely say nothing about it, let alone reprimand me.
The crowd lessened little by little, students disappearing into the many doors of various classrooms. Then, the corridors were emptied as the bell sounded again. There were only a few latecomers who ran desperately to their destination, trying to escape being late. Poor them.
I finally arrived in front of my French classroom's door. I knocked twice, curtly, expecting to see the Sarutobi-sensei's mass of gray hair invade the doorway. But to my great surprise, it was a blond mess of hair that answered me. Lastly, the owner of this fair was a boy whom I had never seen before.
He looked at me, then turned to leaf through the notebook that he held.
"You are Uchiha-kun, are you not?"
I answered yes. My god, was it possible that this boy was...
"You're late. You will see me after class."
...my teacher? Damn. I would have thought that he was seventeen, like me.
Sullenly resigned, I moved towards my seat, while the blond teacher went back to the front of the class.
"As I said before Uchiha-kun interrupted me, I am Uzumaki Naruto. I will be replacing your French teacher until the end of this year. Unfortunately, Sarutobi-sensei has been in a car accident and will not be able to teach again until next year. And for those who need the confirmation, I am indeed a teacher. I have just finished my studies and I am twenty-two years old."
A concert of feminine and timid laughing erupted with this last remark. As for me, I wasn't about to laugh. This blond, with the smile that was so broad that it was almost disgusting, was going to be my teacher for the next eight months. This guy, who appeared to be five years younger than he said he was, was going to teach me until the end of the year. A year! Had Sarutobi-sensei broken all the bones in his body or something?
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Note: The Tokyo Daigaku is the most prestigious university in Japan, it's also known as the Todai.
Translator's note: I hope Ishi-Anne (hugs to you, dear friend) forgives me for any mutilation to her wonderful story.
Also, she can read English, my dears- so please, please, please review for her sake. She'll respond. I will, however, stick my head in whenever there's a comment that needs my input… especially those pertaining to the English version particularly.
This chapter has been edited.
In the original French: www. fanfiction. net / s / 3396558 / 1 /
Ishimaru's T'apprendre à vivre is brought to English audiences by her, me, and Systran Translation.
