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A boy no older than sixteen walked through the big heavy black doors of the building, keeping his eyes low. His head was down; he didn't look at anyone as he walked while staring at his shoes. His left hand gripping his schoolbooks tightened as he glanced around warily. He noted that nobody even noticed he was there. He sighed, he knew that they knew he was there, they just chose to ignore his presence.
He slowed down as he neared his locker. He didn't know why he was getting self-conscious now, but he seemed to suck in his gut trying to make himself look skinner. He glanced his blue eyes to each side when he stood in front of the green locker. It swung open after he put in the combination and he caught it quickly in his hand before it came back to hit him in his face.
He settled his books in on the top shelf and closed his eyes, counting up to three until he was slammed to the side into a different locker. The bell rang and heavy steps and shouts erupted from the halls, no one wanted to notice him as they walked right past him to go to their classes.
He winced as he felt his back touch the cold metal; it was so familiar. He opened his eyes to see his two tortures as they taunted and made faces at him until they laughed together and slapped each other five.
They took his black rimmed glasses off his nose and one of them, the brunette, put them on as the other, the raven, laughed pointing a finger at him and clutching his stomach with one hand. The brunette laughed and threw the glasses on the ground; the brunette turned to walk away and the raven followed in suit, stepping on the glasses purposefully with a crunch.
The blonde stood there his bangs covering his eyes as he waited for the laughter to fade away. He slid down the wall by his back and sighed sadly as he held the glasses up to his eyes to see the damage. They were broken, the lens and the middle. He pushed himself upward by his hands and dusted of his pants when he stood up fully. He folded the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbow and ran a shaky hand through his blonde locks. He shoved the glasses into his locker, quickly put contacts onto his irises and grabbed his schoolbooks.
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When the blonde made his way to the classroom, he opened the door and kept his head down as he muttered an apology for being late. He ignored the snickers from the students and the teacher's disapproving glance as he made his way to his seat in the front corner by the large rows of windows. He often felt calm and peaceful by the window.
He settled down into the seat and let his elbow rest on the desk while his palm held the side of his face as he looked out the window, thinking. The teacher shot a glance at the blonde as he looked out the window.
"Pop-quiz!" The teacher shouted to the class, the classroom erupted in groans and sighs, as the tests were passes out. The feeling of the paper sliding under his elbow awoke the blonde out of his trance. He glanced at the paper absentmindedly, his cheek still in his palm, as he grabbed his mechanical pencil. Pencil hit paper as the boy made his through his way through the test with ease and barely any indication that he was aware.
The teacher always watched the blonde when he took a test. It seemed as though schoolwork was a second nature for the blonde as he whizzed through anything and he always seemed semi-aware that he was taking a test. The boy finished faster than anyone else; he set his pencil at the top of the desk and glanced back out the window.
His thoughts were interrupted again; by the bell. The room was filled with screeching desks, books and papers getting gathered together, chatter, and the shuffling of feet. The blonde slowly gathered his stuff together, he stood up and straightened his shirt and walked out of the room with his stuff gripped in his left hand.
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The hallways were cluttered with moving people as they made their way to lunch. The blonde walked to his locker with hesitancy, he opened it and grabbed a brown paper bag with his left hand. For some reason his body decided to act nervous, he grabbed the cuff of his sleeve with his hand and pulled it entirely over his hand as his fingers were clenched into the fabric.
The stream of gossiping teenagers walked towards the cafeteria, the blonde turned left and split from the group. He walked down another hall and knocked on the door of the room he was aiming for. He muttered an apology for intruding meekly as he sat down on one of the stiff white beds. He opened his brown paper bag; there were wrinkles and clench marks at the top where the opening was.
He pulled out a sandwich and set it on the desk in front of him. He pulled out another sandwich and slowly unwrapped it. He took a small bite out of the sandwich and chewed slowly. The door to the room opened and a man popped in with an exhausted look on his face. He rubbed the back of his neck as he walked farther into the room and sat down gracefully in the chair in front of the desk.
The blonde studied the man with his blue eyes; the man seemed not bothered by the staring. He should be used to it by now, it happened everyday. The blonde would come to the nurse's office to eat his lunch, not saying anything but only stared, but he did bring a sandwich for the male nurse. The man eyed the sandwich on the desk and picked it up. He unwrapped the sandwich form the saran-wrap and proceeded to take a huge bite out of it.
"So Naruto how was your day so far?" The man asked bluntly as he chewed his sandwich noisily. The blonde looked down at his lap and he chewed the last bite of his sandwich. He shakily put the plastic wrap into the trash bin next to the desk. The sound of rustling of the brown bag and noisy chews enveloped the room. The man watched the boy soundlessly as he waited for an answer patiently.
"It was the usual, Kakashi-sensai..." Naruto said meekly as he grabbed a bottle out of the bag. He shook the bottle a few times and the twisted the cap at the top and raised it to his lips. He drank the sweet liquid and inside and get out a sigh of content after he finished. The man watching him didn't know much of what the usual contained, but knew the blonde was getting picked on.
The man nodded at the boy's answer, he twisted his chair to the side right in front of the desk and leaned back in flexible chair. He closed his eyes and every once and a while his eyebrows would twitch or narrow. The blonde sat on the bed uncomfortably as he waited for the man to open his eyes. He could felt the sweat forming on his skin from being so nervous. He palms were sweaty so he quickly wiped them down on the white sheets beneath him making them slightly moist.
"You better head to class. Lunch is over." The silver-haired man said slightly as he opened his eyes to stare at the fidgeting boy on the bed. The blonde nodded his head and walked towards the door with nervousness as he stretched the hem of his shirt with his clenched hands. The blonde opened the door, turned around to face the man again, and bow politely.
"Thank you for your hospitality." Naruto said quietly and closed the door. Kakashi ears twitched as he strained his ears to listen to the blonde's shuffling feet until they faded away.
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The blonde walked out of the school when the day was over with an orange umbrella to protect him from the onslaught of the pouring rain. He didn't glance at the other people; he kept on walking down a deserted street. The hill he was walking beside had concrete on its side. A few more minutes of walking and the concrete seemed to disappear as a long black fence replaced it.
The blonde kept walking until there was an opening in the black fence. The blonde carried his umbrella through the rows of tombstones. Walking nearly half a mile, until he reached the headstones he wanted to see, didn't tire the blonde out, for he would walk as far as he had to see these headstones. He folded his umbrella up and let the rain freely hit him as he bent down to eyes level with the stones.
He rubbed the stones like he was rubbing someone's cheek and smiled sadly at them. He sat down on front of them silently, content with not saying anything. The silence seemed to make him less uncomfortable as he laid the back of his head against the gravestones. He closed his eyes as the sun appeared through the clouds casting sunlight on everything.
The blonde had sat there for a good few hours until he regretfully got up and exited the cemetery with a content look on his face. He sneezed suddenly and rubbed his nose, sniffling. He sighed as he walked home and thanked the heavens that it was Friday.
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Ah, the first chapter is finished.
Sorry if it seems short.
The raven in the beginning is not Sasuke.
I bet you readers couldn't even guess who the brunette and the raven are.
It's a pretty odd pair.
Ah, oh well.
Daikaishi
