Author's Note: I was requested by one of my friends to do a NaruSai fic, so here is my best shot. I am a bit skeptical to do Sai because I don't know him that well. I will give it my best shot though.

Give a huge hand for my beta: FULOFHYPERNESS! You are amazing and I hope that you know it.

Chapter 1: Sai

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I groaned and hit the snooze button on my alarm clock. I absolutely hated mornings. They are just the bane of my existence.

I sighed and got out of bed. I put on a pair of pants that I found lying on the floor and put them on. I had a very bad habit of not cleaning up. I just couldn't find the motivation to do so. There was no point.

I went to the kitchen and fixed me my breakfast of ramen and milk. It was what I had every morning.

After I was done eating, I went back to my room and got completely dressed. I put on a long sleeve shirt that would hide the scars on my wrists. I hated to have those out in the open. I was tired of answering questions about them.

Once I was dressed well enough, I gathered up my backpack and walked out my front door, being sure to lock the door behind me. People have a tendency to break into my house and destroy everything. No one really likes me because of what happened when I was just a baby. My father was a scientist and he genetically altered me. Ever since, I have had inhuman stamina, strength, speed, and energy. Everyone views me as a monster because I am so different. My dad died shortly after because he tried to inject himself to alter his DNA. It backfired and killed him. I don't even know his name.

Now don't get me wrong. I don't blame him. I still love him. I know that he did it to try and make my life better. He tried to make it to where I would have better opportunities. I just wish that he could have been there for me.

I have no family. My dad died like I described and my mom died shortly afterwards. I had no other family. I am always trying to make new friends because I just want to feel loved. I am so far past being embarrassed to admit that. It hurts when you have no family and everyone around you hates you. It hurts so much that you contemplate suicide more often than not.

I walked all the way to school. The school was about three miles away from my apartment, but I didn't mind the walk. Seeing as how I had to walk because the bus was just too dangerous, I usually got up so early that no one was around. Therefore, no one was around to beat me up. I know that I could seriously hurt them, but what is the point? People already fear me enough that if I were to hurt someone, then they would fear and hate me even more.

When I approached the school, I detoured a bit. I went in the back way because a bunch of bullies always hang out near the entrance to the school. I had befriended one of the teachers who didn't like the way that I was being treated. His name is Iruka, but everyone calls him Sensei.

I walked in and quickly made it to my first period class: Algebra. I hate math so much. I know that it is really important, but it is just so hard. I get most of it, but it is so time consuming that it leaves little to no time for things that I want to do.

Everyone thinks that I am an idiot, but I surprise people all of the time. I am only a freshman, but I am in sophomore English and science. I also take Creative Writing. I love science and writing, so I decided to try and get in an advanced placement in them.

I took my seat in the back of the class. I always sat in the back because it meant that people would have to turn around to glare at me. Most of the people who took the classes that I do are just too lazy to be doing that. Or they don't care about me. Or both. It's hard to tell sometimes.

Ten minutes later and the other students filed into the classroom and took their seats. No one glanced twice at me and I was thankful for that. After another five minutes, the teacher, Kurenai, walked in. I was on pretty good terms with most of the teachers, so I always tried to stick near one so that I don't get into fights. The principal, Tsunade, was actually rather fond of me. The funny thing was that she was also the Hokage. She had so much on her plate that it wasn't even funny. I always think of her as my grandmother. She had huge boobs, not that I looked. I am not into girls. She also had blonde hair, hazelnut eyes, and a weird birthmark on her forehead. I say weird because I have never seen a birthmark that was blue. Then there was the vice-principal. I have always wondered how he had gotten his job because he seemed to me as the biggest pervert to have ever lived. He is constantly looking at girls, and even if I knew that he wouldn't do anything, it still made me wonder how he even got hired. His name is Jiraiya. He had long, white hair that was constantly pulled back into a ponytail. He was always nice to me. He always believed that I would make something of my life. I always thought of him as my grandfather.

Algebra went by smoothly and I gathered my stuff and left. I quickly rushed to my second period: advanced biology. It is one of my favorite classes because I am just so fascinated by learning everything I can about life. It helps me feel closer to my dad. I know that he was interested in all of those things.

That class went much as the first. The teacher, Asuma, was actually pretty cool, but he had a nasty habit of smoking during class. I didn't mind, but there were a few people in the class that were asthmatic. I didn't know their names, but I felt bad for them when they started to go into a coughing fit.

My third period was PE. The teacher, Kakashi, was really weird. He had a face wrap around his mouth, silver hair, and a headband that constantly covers his left eye. He was also always reading a book. He was weird because he had the uncanny ability to sense when someone wasn't doing what they were supposed to. He would rat them out without even looking up from whatever he was reading. I was one of his favorite students because I always did what I was told to do. I think that some of the kids resented me for this because Kakashi could get really scary when he was mad.

Unfortunately, that day in PE was a dodge ball day. I groaned when I heard this because I had the worst luck when it came to dodge ball. Even though my dad had made me stronger and faster, he didn't change my balance. I was still clumsy. Whenever it was dodge ball, I was more likely to hit my own teammates than anyone on the other side. Not to mention that everyone on the other team always went straight for me. It was like I had a huge neon sign above my head that said, 'Look at me! I'm the kid that you want! Throw your balls at my face!'.

Surprisingly, I managed to do decent enough. I only walked away with a few bruises. Another thing that sucked about dodge ball was that when people aim at me, they tend to throw it really hard. Hard enough to leave bruises. I have thought about bringing it up to Kakashi, but I know that he would tell the principal. I know that she would call the parents of the kids. When the learned that their kids had hurt me, I had a feeling that instead of scolding their kids, they would congratulate them on a job well done. I didn't need to go though that, so I just kept my mouth shut.

After third period was my Creative Writing class. The teacher for that class was Yamato. He was really good with writing and he had a really good knack for poetry. When I hear him recite poetry, it was like he was born for it. He was so good at it that you couldn't help but love poetry when he spoke it.

Fifth period was my history class. I always hated history because I found it so boring that I found myself nodding off at times. That is why I had requested to take it later in the day. I wanted to take it while I was awake. You might not expect it from me, but I really wanted to do well in school because I wanted to get out of this place. I knew that I could get a scholarship for a good school if I did well. I would try my hardest to get good grades so that I could attend a college far from Konoha.

My last period of the day was AP English. That was by far my favorite class. Iruka sensei was the one who taught it. Every time someone tried to hurt me or rile me up, Iruka would be right there to yell at them. I will be eternally grateful for that. I was also happy because it was the one class of mine that I didn't have to sit next to anyone. I know that everyone hates to sit next to me and, apparently, so does Iruka. So, because of that, I got a table to myself. That is, until today.

I got inside a bit late, fully expecting to get yelled at for being late, but I realized that he was late as well. I got slightly concerned because Iruka was never late.

'What will I do if he isn't here? He is never late. The substitute will probably hate me just as much as everyone else. Please just let him be late.' I thought to myself.

As it turns out, Iruka had a really good reason for being late. When the door opened, I looked toward it expectantly, but was a bit surprised when a boy my own age walked through. I felt a thrill at seeing him. He almost looked like one of my old boyfriends.

There was this guy that I had dated around sixth grade. His name was Sasuke Uchiha and he was so fucking gorgeous. I dated him until his parents died. Apparently, Sasuke's older brother was a psychopath and killed off his entire family. He stayed at my apartment for the night and I held him close to me as he cried his eyes out. I felt so terrible for his pain that I just couldn't bare it. I needed him to cheer up. I just had no idea how to do it. Before I found out what to do to cheer him up, he left. He had to move to his uncle's, Orochimaru.

The guy that walked through the door looked a bit like him, but he was actually a bit cuter. He had raven black hair, eyes that were so dark they almost matched his hair, and a weird smile that I found endearing. Then I looked at his clothes. I felt my eyes bulge a bit. He was wearing a shirt that ended just before his bellybutton started. It left an expanse of pale skin that I found extremely enticing.

I couldn't help but stare at him. I didn't care if he noticed or not, I just wanted to memorize every detail on his face. Then Iruka came in and I mentally scolded myself.

"Hello everyone. Sorry for being late. I wanted to make sure our newest student made it here okay. Everyone, this is Sai. He will be joining us for the rest of the year, so I expect everyone to treat him with respect." Iruka said. I cringed when his words brought forth memories that I didn't want in my minds' eye.

I remembered when he said those words the day that I came in. Unfortunately, that didn't stop people from hating me. I wondered briefly if this new kid would get the same treatment. Then I remembered that he wasn't like me. He would probably get along just fine. I suddenly felt extremely alone. I knew that he would never like me. He probably wouldn't even want to talk to me. And I couldn't just deny the fact that I felt attracted towards him.

I was doing a good job of hiding my emotions until Sai started to walk. Iruka was walking behind him and they were headed straight for me. I started to panic. I didn't want someone else to hate me. I looked around and realized that there were no empty seats. That meant that he would have to sit next to me.

'Just my luck.' I thought.

Author's Note: I know that I took awhile to get Sai into the picture, but I want to make this story pretty long. I hope that it was a good start. This is my tenth story. I think that that is a really big milestone. Thank you for all of my supporters and to all of you that have given me advice on how to make my writing better. I will continue to write, no matter how horrible it is. I love to write.