Summary

Just like how Earth revolves around the Sun, it was a given that Naruto and Sasuke hate every fiber of each other's beings. But when Naruto and Sasuke sign up for an anonymous chatting website, they immediately click and hit it off. Will the Earth come into a standstill…and stop revolving around the Sun? NaruSasu SasuNaru


serendipity (ser·en·dip·i·ty) noun. the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.

Naruto


I trained my eyes on the Mr. I've-got-a-stick-up-my-ass, pretending to burn a hole through the side of his head. It was all his fault. If he didn't give me that—that haughty smirk while holding up his test (obviously marked A+) then I wouldn't have—

"—punched Sasuke!" Senju Tsunade, the headmaster of Konoha High, shouted. "That is absolutely unacceptable. Uzumaki Naruto, stop making goo-goo eyes at Sasuke, I'm talking to you!"

I shot up my chair, indignance rising hotly in my chest. "What! That's not what I was-" I snapped my mouth shut at the nasty glare she sent me. Scowling, I sat back down, mumbling under my breath, "It's not like Sasuke didn't hit me either."

"What was that?" Her tone was dangerous. I looked down into my lap and stayed silent. Tsunade sighed, putting her hands together on her desk. "Anyways, as I was going to say, Naruto, your behavior is unacceptable. You're already sixteen, it's time you grow out of this, don't you think?"

I almost punched his right eye—the one that I hadn't yet—when I heard him huff patronizingly. That son of a bitch!

But I was in the she-devil's presence, so I held myself in.

"Don't think you're let off the hook, Sasuke. You have just as much blame as Naruto does in this." I glanced sideways towards the Bastard, with the capital B. I saw that he had opened his mouth slightly to protest, only for Tsunade to continue before he could speak, "You guys have detention with Ibiki-sensei every Tuesdays for a month." It was bad, but I expected it. "And I'm going to call your parents,"

Shit.

"Tsunade-obaachan-sama-I mean, Tsunade-sama, you can't do this!" I pleaded out. "I promised I won't do it again so just don't call Iruka!"

Iruka was one hundred times worse than Satan when he was angry.

Tsunade knew this. She shot me a pitying look and she shook her head. "It's been seven too many times for me to believe that."

She dismissed us after that, calling out before I closed the door, "Don't you start another fight down the hall, you hear me?"

I rolled my eyes, my shoulders slumping forward glumly. Like I had the time to do that. I have more pressing problems to deal with…like Iruka.

He had adopted me after a while of visiting me at the orphanage when I was six. I wasn't told much as a child—like who my parents were. All I had known back then was I had no parents and that I loathed living in the orphanage. When Iruka had took me in, life definitely started to look up. He was caring and fun to be around, like a parent and brother at the same time. I wouldn't trade Iruka—even if I had to suffer through the orphanage for six years—for my real parents.

But still.

When he was mad…I shuddered, walking out of the school campus, heading home.

I swiveled around, pointing a finger at the Bastard. "Stay at least fifty meters away from me from now on, got it Bastard? Don't wanna catch your Bastardly germs." The Bastard ignored me and kept walking the opposite direction.

I guess it was good that he did. I might've accidently socked him in the balls if he mouthed off at me.


The next day, Kiba came ringing my doorbell as he did everyday. Inuzuka Kiba was my next door neighbor and my best friend. He had been my very first and best friend since he had rung the door bell the first day I moved into Iruka's house.

Iruka shouted good-naturedly from the kitchen, "Naruto! Kiba's here!"

He was still angry at me.

Pretending I didn't know that, I shouted back to my foster father, "Alright, coming!"

I stumbled downstairs with my backpack hanging on one shoulder. I thanked Iruka quickly as he handed me a piece of toast that had been slathered with jelly. Shutting the front door quietly, I walked in pace with Kiba to school.

"So how was he?"

Knowing exactly what Kiba was talking about, Naruto sighed heavily. "Bad. He's grounded me…"

"That's not too bad, is it?"

"…for a year." I finished.

"Oh."

"Yeah." I said dryly. "And he's doing his fake 'I'm not mad at you at all!' thing." I quoted with my free hand in the air, putting the toast to my mouth with the other hand.

I held in a wince when Kiba slapped me in the back hard, "Well, he'll get over it! I'm pretty sure he'll unground you sooner or later."

I stared ahead at the nearing school as I replied dubiously, "I hope so."

"Oh yeah!" My friend started loudly, causing people to turn around and stare. Kiba grinned at me widely as he jumped in front of me. "Guess what! I have a good idea!"

This can't be good; the last time he "had a good idea," it had resulted in the fire alarms in the school to go off. But it was a fun experience. "What?" I asked.

"I thought of a good dare for you!"

Uh oh.

"I dare you to sign up for a gay online dating website!"

I gave him a look. "What if the person behind the screen who I'm talking to is actually a rapist who's into BDSM?"

Kiba barked out a laugh. "Well, technically it wouldn't be considered rape, since he'd assume you signed up for the website for a good fuck in the first place."

"But it's a dating website, keyword, dating. Not a prostitute forum or whatever!"

He put a finger to his chin. "Is there such thing?"

"That's not the point. Do you want me to be raped?"

"You just don't have to meet him in real life." Kiba pointed out.

I took that in for a moment and grinned back at him. "Okay, I'll do it."

Kiba hooted in glee, pumping his hands in the air. "That's why you're my best friend!"

"But not a gay dating website. I'll do an anonymous chatting website."

His face fell immediately. "You're not my best friend anymore."

We walked into the Konoha High, but not before I scoped the area to make sure the Bastard wasn't around. Luckily he wasn't. I did not want to deal with him.

Kiba and I parted ways as he entered his classroom, not saying a thing to me, still sulking about my lack of participation for his dare. I walked into the class right next to his. I dropped my bag onto my desk with a sigh. Who cares Kiba wanted. One year of groundment! Or goundation.

I sunk into my chair, propping my elbow on my desk, leaning on the palm of my hand with another sigh.

"Is there something wrong?" Gaara.

I shook my head as I turned slightly toward him. He stood before my desk, looking down at me with his quiet panda eyes. "Nothing, really." I groaned. "Except that Iruka grounded me for a year!"

He blinked, covering his piercing pale green eyes for a moment. "Will you still be able to come to basketball practice?"

Gaara and I played on Konoha Foxes' basketball team as regulars since freshman year. We hadn't really liked each other much at first, but now he was one of my closest friends.

I flashed him a smile of reassurance. "Iruka wouldn't do that to me. I'm still able to participate in club activities."

He nodded silently, heading back to his seat when the bell rung.

The rest of the day went by without incident, except for a short shouting match with the Bastard, which happened nearly everyday anyways.

Nearly the same words, too. It normally consisted something along the lines of:

"You're a Bastard."

"Well, you're a loser."

"Says the one with no friends."

"Says the one who can't get above a seventy-five percent."

"Says the one with a stick as long as the Tokyo Tower stuck up his ass!"

"Dead-last."

"You wanna take this outside?! Bring it!"


"Should I lie about my age?" I was sitting in front of my computer in my room, spinning slightly on my swivel chair. I had signed up for the website and was currently filling out my profile.

Kiba, who was lying on my bed with a popsicle, replied lethargically, "Do what you want. It doesn't matter anymore since it's not a gay dating website anyway."

I swiveled my chair around to face him. "Well, I'm sorry I didn't want to get raped by a sex crazed forty-year-old!"

Kiba rolled to the side, his back facing me as he snorted. "You better be."

I rolled my eyes in exasperation, going back to the monitor. I guess I'll just be truthful about everything, except for my name. I quickly typed into the little boxes, leaving my name for last.

"What should my name be…" I thought aloud, spinning in my chair, propelling myself by grabbing my desk every time I faced it.

"Just scramble the letters in your name around to something acceptable." Kiba replied and sat up. "Oops, my popsicle shitted on your mattress."

I stopped my spinning, reaching across my desk for a tissue box and threw him at him, aiming for his nether regions.

He covered the area with his hands before it hit him. "Hey! Kiba Jr. doesn't appreciate that." After a pause, he spoke again. "How about 'Touzuna Kiruma?'" He suggested.

I shrugged. Whatever. I'm pretty sure I would get bored of this thing after a day or two. My fingers flitted over my keyboard, typing the alias in. I scrolled down to the bottom, where I clicked 'Save.' "Mmkay. Done."

I heard Kiba stand up and walk up to my screen, leaning closer to it from behind me. "Now let's look for someone to talk to." He had regained his enthusiasm, the light of the computer giving his eyes a maniacal glow.

I clicked into the 'Find a Friend' section, quickly scanning the list of profiles most closely related to me in age. The first one on the list was a guy named Tsubasa Karasumi. Online. "Oh, Tsubasa made his profile at the same time as me."

Kiba hummed as I clicked into his profile.

Name: Tsubasa Karasumi

Age: 16

Likes: N/A

Dislikes: N/A

"This guy doesn't seem very interesting." I commented to Kiba.

"Yeah." He replied briefly.

"Well I'm going to chat with this guy anyways. Maybe it's fate that we signed up at the exact same time." I cracked a smile, knowing there was no such thing as fate.

I clicked the email icon next to his name, bringing the page to a new message box.

Hello! I'm Touzuna Kiruma. Nice to meet'cha! Isn't it interesting? We joined this thing at the exact same time.

And aren't you going to fill out your profile? It looks pretty plain with just your name and age.

Cheers,

Touzuna Kiruma

Kiba and I exchanged a grin. "Now let's see what he'll reply." I said as I turned back to the screen.

"Would've been better if you said something less lame, though." Kiba just had to add.

"Shut up."


Hope you guys liked my first chapter! This'll be a fun story to write