A/N: I got this idea from spiritgirl16 after doing some beta-ing for her! So I'd like to thank her. This Fanfiction was just a spur of writing and the need for some seriousness with a mixture of stupid kids and a dash of cross-dressing.

I haven't written or read a Naruto fanfic in years! So I apologise for anything that seems off.

In this fic, don't be surprised if cigarettes, alcohol, sadomasochism and violence is included! I hope you enjoy. :~)

"What the fuck?!"

"Naruto, calm down!"

"There's NO way you're making me do that, pervert!"

"It's for YOUR safety!"

"I'm fine! I'm fine as I am! You just want to see me in a skirt!"

"NARUTO!"

The blond quietened down after the outburst from his superior… his teacher, Jiraiya. Naruto's cheeks were blushed a soft, rose colour as his eyebrows furrowed the slightest in embarrassment. He couldn't believe it. After all the shit he does for this company, and now they're expecting him to… do this?

"I don't want—"

"But I'm sure you want to keep your job, kiddo," Jiraiya said, cutting the other off. "It's not that bad—"

"N-Not that bad?!" Naruto exclaimed, this time his turn to cut the other male off. "Are you kidding me, old man!? This is terrible!"

"You're the only one eligible for this job, Naruto."

Jiraiya sighed heavily, blowing smoke from the cigarette he had in his mouth, before placing what Naruto called a 'cancer stick' into the ash tray that was rested upon the surface of his clustered desk. They were currently situated in his office.

Naruto, 15 years old, wasn't any ordinary kid. He didn't live that life. His parents died when he was only an infant, so he was pretty much on his own. However, a man named Iruka who so happened to be living close-by, supported him for a while all until Naruto turned 8, where he was taken in by Jiraiya. Naruto hadn't seen or heard from Iruka since.

When Naruto was taken in by Jiraiya, he didn't go to school to learn and make friends. Instead, he was trained under the most successful agent company in the whole country. When he had turned 10, he was classified as a fully-trained secret agent, and went out to do jobs to infiltrate criminal bases, smoke out drug busts, end prostitution, save those who were kidnapped. It was by the time he had turned 12, that he was considered one of the bests. Ever since then, he had only been given the most difficult and dangerous of jobs – his partner being his somewhat adoptive father, Jiraiya.

For 4 whole years, the two worked as an amazing pair. However, due to their excessive end of criminal activity and some of Naruto's carelessness, the blond's face had been introduced to the criminal world. He was pretty much a target, or well… a face to look out for. Seeing him around as he is would send any criminal across the state before even being tracked down by him or Jiraiya.

Naruto understood that, but… a girl, really?!

"Wait, why am I, the only eligible one? There are actual female agents who could do this job instead!" Naruto asked, at this stage desperate for a change of mission. "I have a dick in between my legs, if you didn't realise!"

"I raised you, Naruto, that means helping you put your clothes on or even forcing them on whenever you were required to change," Jiraiya said, taking a seat in his office chair as he spoke in a sort of 'I know' tone. "So I've seen your tiny manhood before."

"Tiny!?"

"But that doesn't matter, the reason you're eligible is because the younger female agents have already got a job to do or they do not look teen-aged," the older man continued, ignoring Naruto's obvious anger for having his penis referred to as 'tiny'. "You, however, are 15 years old and a little behind on puberty. You're feminine looking enough."

"What do you mean, 'behind puberty'?!"

"Even though you're a little more built than most females, there's always the excuse of being a strict athlete," he furthered on more, still continuing to ignore Naruto's random outbursts at the somewhat offensive words he's been saying. "Otherwise, you have a slim frame and a baby face. Your voice hasn't dropped much and—"

Naruto cut in, face as red as a tomato, "J-Just stop!" He paused for a moment, breathing heavily from embarrassment, having to take a moment or two to simply recover and find the words he's been wanting to say, but otherwise lost in the heat of the moment. Fortunately, he did find them after a few deep breaths.

"I… I'm not a girl… I'm…," he breathed, his head lowered, before he raised them as he smacked his fist against his chest as a way to address himself. "I'm Naruto Uzumaki! 15 years old and male!"

"Well, you're now known as Naruko Uzumaki. 15 years old and female," Jiraiya said, completely overlooking the blond's desperate outburst. "You're the only teenager who works for this company. You're the only one with student records."

"I don't even go to school!"

"False, you do. You know all that homework you're given during the week? School work,"

"But I don't even act girly at all!"

"So we'll teach you. You're enrolled, but you won't be starting school until Monday. So you have three days to become a full, teenage girl."

Naruto nodded, folding his arms over his chest, before he looked at this superior and shouted, "How will I do that?!"

"Like I said, we'll teach you. I've taught you many things in life; I think I can teach you how to act more feminine."

Jiraiya paused for a moment, thinking about that last statement. He actually didn't think he could. Naruto was just so rough and troublesome; he was the complete opposite of a girl.

"Can't I just act like those… those stereotypical lesbians? Aren't they really boyish?" Naruto suggested, thinking as hard as he could about those stereotypes. He didn't watch television often; neither did he read many magazines. He didn't do the usual teenager thing, so he was like an old man trapped inside of a young body – oblivious to what's hot and what's not. "At least then I can still act like myself—"

"Don't you think that being labelled lesbian would impact your social status? You need to get in with the popular kids, and not all teenagers these days are so comfortable with the LGBT world. They may just discriminate you for that, so you'll be getting unwanted attention," Jiraiya sighed, disappointed with how mean kids were. He remembered his high school years… kids hated the gays and the lesbians. He didn't know why, though, seeing as he was friends with a few of them. They were just people, like them. He didn't even think about their sexuality, he just saw them as… friends.

And although society has stepped forward and more and more people are beginning to accept LGBT's, there was still the ongoing case of straight girls thinking every single lesbian wants them, or the straight males assuming the gays want their dick. So, it was best to keep that issue – that was completely and totally not needed – suppressed for the time being. All Naruto had to do was get in with the popular kids.

Naruto snapped him from his thoughts, "Fine! Fine, I'll… try to learn to be more girly. But, why am I doing this job exactly? What am I looking for?"

"…a kidnapper."

Sasuke Uchiha stood naked in the bathroom, using a towel to pat off the wet droplets from his shower that was littered across his pale, soft skin. He was usually took it slow and steady in the morning, and yet he never arrived to school late. With dark eyes and dark hair, the locks that plastered against his face and the back of his neck made him look more angular in shape – with certain dominance and the need for power over others embedded in his features. His cold personality and bluntness would usually push away people, but… that lured people in, in his case. It may also be due to the fact that he was an extremely attractive male that was of Uchiha blood.

"Sasuke!" Itachi, his older brother, yelled as he banged on the door outside of the bathroom. "Open up! You're not the only one who needs to get ready this morning!"

"Just wait, idiot," the raven replied, refocusing his thoughts as he wrapped the towel around his waist and proceeded to get ready this particular morning.

A few blocks away from the Uchiha household, stood a bunch of teenage girls outside of someone's home.

"Sakura, come on! You'll be late, big forehead!" Ino Yamanaka yelled from the street, waiting alongside Tenten and Hinata outside of the pink-haired female's home. "Don't make us ditch you!"

"Just wait for a sec!" Sakura Haruno yelled back, checking herself once more in the mirror. She wanted to look perfect today – like any other day. She always dressed up for her crush, Sasuke Uchiha. He was just so perfect! According to Sakura, that is. Her love rival was her best friend, Ino. The two had their eyes on Sasuke ever since they were freshmen, but neither of them have been successful yet. But that didn't mean they'd give up!

Despite that, though… Sakura looked good today. Her white, bare legs looked so clean and smooth; the knee-high socks hugging them making her paleness stand out even more. Her skirt, rolled up a little, was straightened neatly as well as her uniform top. Lastly, her blazer was ironed to perfection.

She rarely wore makeup, so she didn't bother. The only thing she did bother with was mascara. Her thick, black eyelashes made her emerald eyes stood out beautifully. With one more shout of annoyance from Ino, Sakura snapped herself from her thoughts as she reached for her bag and raced outside of her home, saying good-bye to her mother and father one time.

Upon greeting the other girls, they all soon made their way to school.

In the meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Naruto Uzumaki was in a heap in his bed. The sun shone painfully bright through his slightly opened curtains, and drool came from his mouth to damn the very pillow that his bed was rested upon. His lips curled into an open smile, obviously dreaming of something that was deemed delicious to him – that amazing food called ramen. However, he was all too soon torn from his wonderful dream, to wake to a loud bang of his door being kicked open.

"Naruto!" Jiraiya yelled – his features hard and narrow in a frown, as the frantic blond jumped out of bed with a yell. The fair-haired male soon began to laugh though, finding it amusing that Naruto was going to be late on his first day. "You better get ready; you're already late for sleeping in."

"W-Why didn't you wake me up!?" Naruto asked, racing into the bathroom. He proceeded to take an awfully fast shower, before patting himself dry and running out with a towel around his hips. Entering his bedroom once more, he found Jiraiya sitting at his window sill, blowing smoke.

"Can you not do that in my room, ero-sennin!?" the blond yelled with annoyance, wanting to punch the old man in the back of his head, but decided he could do that later seeing as he is super late. He, instead, dressed himself whilst his teacher wasn't looking. It was uncomfortable at first, but over the last three days, he had been trained to move around easily in a female uniform – so he was… okay, he guessed. Still didn't exactly make him feel great.

After he had dressed himself the uniform, he checked over himself once more in the mirror, making sure that the places where his uniform would roll or scrunch up didn't make him look any less of a woman. He was nervous and a little bit frantic, as he readjusted the fake breasts that were situated in the sports bra that he was wearing. They were a little big, which was great since it brought out the femininity he needed, but… it was just so… gross.

"Here," Jiraiya said, after flicking his cigarette out of the window. He helped Naruto with his wig, making sure it wouldn't come off no matter what activity he done – whether it was run, play ball in gym class or simply trip over his own feet. The wig was the same colour as his hair – a strong colour of blond. However, it was extremely long and fell down just above his ass. Taking two hair ties, the older man had tied Naruto's 'hair' into two ponytails that gave his face more of a womanly-look. "There, you look great."

"Shut up, pervert," Naruto mumbled, folding his arms over his chest, having to readjust a little and feel comfortable to the feeling of having melons on him. "God, I hate this."

"Well, the quicker you find the culprit, the quicker you can end this charade," Jiraiya reminded him, before patting him on the shoulder with a wide smile. "I'll make sure to treat you to ramen every night for doing this, Naruto. Thank you."

At first, Naruto was quiet. However, turning to look at the taller male, he returned that usual Uzumaki smile.

"It's Naruko now, remember?" he asked with a small laugh, before hitting Jiraiya in the side playfully, and then proceeding to grab his school bag and make his way out. As he raced downstairs, he yelled behind him, "I want more than three bowls of ramen every night, ero-sennin!"

Jiraiya smiled weakly. He believed Naruto had this in the bag, he could probably find the kidnapper quite easily. That would be so if there were no students, teachers or classes in the way. He had a lot of improv acting to do. But, he had faith in him. Naruto was reckless, but he was a hard worker.

The day was awfully sunny, then again… Konoha was almost always like that. With sun shining during the day, it rarely rained, so it was almost shocking to find pale people. Though, there weren't many. Most of them were tan, just like Naruto. Maybe just not as much, though. Genetics did come into play as well.

He was currently on a train, standing as he held on to the handle that slung down for stability. Reaching into the pocket of his skirt, he checked the time, and almost cringed at the realisation that he was, in fact, late. That wouldn't really give a good first impression, wouldn't it?

Pocketing the phone, he heard an annoyed "hey!" from a girl a few metres beside him. She wore the same uniform as his, but her blond hair was tied back in the oddest fashion. Beside her was too males, one taller than her, and one shorter. The taller one had brown, spiky hair that was in a similar fashion to Naruto's when he wasn't wearing this wig. With dark eyes and a somewhat large nose, he looked like a pretty tough guy – one to not like little kids or nonsense. He stood beside the shorter male almost protectively, like he would hit anyone who'd touch him. The shorter one didn't look so… defenceless, though. He had short, red, messy hair with black eyeliner that made his bright-coloured eyes stand out incredibly. He was pale and his facial expression was almost never unchanged, he was… scary. All three of them looked strange, and so Naruto couldn't bring himself to turn his gaze away. That's when the red-head lifted his gaze and made direct eye contact with him.

"S-Sorry," he mumbled, blue eyes widening as fear struck his heart. Usually he wouldn't be like this, but he remembered just exactly what he was wearing. He could feel the red-head's eyes bruning on him, and he soon began to wonder… what if he knew Naruto wasn't a girl? What if he comments upon his strange look? What if—

"Hey, you're wearing our uniform," the girl said, Naruto lifted his gaze to find that the three had shuffled past the other train-goers to reach him. He laughed nervously, before rubbing the back of his head.

"A-Ah, yes…," he spoke nervously, wanting to just run back to the company and punch Jiraiya in the throat. "I'm new, I'm just starting today."

"Well, you're also late," the brunet boy said, Naruto turning his gaze towards him. However, he couldn't notice the male with the red hair staring at him so tentatively. "We would have been fine if stupid Temari here didn't take so long in the bathroom."

"It wasn't my fault! It was Gaara's; he was in there way longer than me!"

"That doesn't mean anything; we were waiting for 10 minutes and missed the first train because of you!"

The two kept on bickering whilst Naruto smiled nervously at the red-head. Expecting to be given bad words or just a rally of questions, the blond's hands almost shook. However, he didn't, instead the other extended his hand out.

"I'm Gaara," he spoke, his voice so flat and monotone and… scary. He was such a scary person, yet he seemed so nice, in a way. "He's Kankuro, she's Temari. We're siblings."

Naruto allowed his gaze to cross all of them, wondering just how they were related. They looked nothing alike, and they had such different personalities, too. Well, Kankuro and Temari fought like siblings, so maybe it wasn't all too shocking.

"I'm Narut—I, uh, I'm Naruko," Naruto replied, his cheeks tinted a slight pink colour due to fear of being caught. It was a… okay save, though. He decided to distract himself from the thought by reaching his hand out to take hold of Gaara's for a friendly handshake. "15 years old."

"Ah! You're in Gaara's grade then," Temari said, patting Naruto on the shoulder. "I'm 18; I've been kept back because of bad grades last year. I let a boy get to my head…"

"He's years younger than you, creep," Kankuro then said, earning a punch in the shoulder by his sister. He soon turned his attention towards Naruto, though. "I'm 17, nice to meet you by the way."

"Uh, yeah, you too," Naruto said, however before any more conversation could be made, they arrived at the station they needed to be at. As the four got off, Kankuro and Temari continued to bicker over the boy that got to the blond's head, whilst Naruto and Gaara got to know each other, seeing as they would be in the same grade and possibly the same classes, too. It was during their small walk to school, that Naruto decided Gaara wasn't as scary as he looked – in fact; he was quite nice and had such interesting views on different things.

Naruto couldn't actually believe that he was so intimidated by going to an environment he was never used to. There were nice people, but he couldn't forget that everyone is nice. He's sure to meet a few bullies. He didn't have to focus on that, though; all he had to focus on was getting with the popular kids. He had read over the case – it had seemed that a boy by the name of Sasuke Uchiha was Naruto's main target to befriend. He was the most popular male of the school and although he is a student himself, he had criminal records. They were petty things – like underage drinking, which most kids do these days, and a few break ins. Nothing to do with abduction, but… he was a favoured student of a science teacher by the name of Orochimaru. That man was the prime suspect. The company had decided to risk Naruto by making him come close with Sasuke, maybe then he'd get the attention of Orochimaru and bring him to justice. It was… dangerous and tedious, but it was necessary.

It had to be done.

"Naruko?"

Naruto shook his head free from his thoughts, finding himself standing at the entrance of the school alongside Gaara. The other two must have already gone in.

"Oh, sorry, yes Gaara?" Naruto asked, reminding himself to have that 'good girl' act. Gaara turned his attention towards the school once more, entering it alongside Naruto, as the two began to make their way through the large, almost empty hallways. "Where are we—?"

"Office," Gaara said, as if he had already figured out what the blond was going to say. "You'll get your timetable."

"Oh… thanks," he replied. This school was… disgusting, in a way. It seemed like a stereotypical high school with lockers lining the hall ways, teachers patrolling, or even couples making out instead of attending class. Naruto guessed that he'd have to go to class as well, which really sucked. He hated doing that sort of work.

"Thanks Gaara. Naruko, come in and take a seat, I'll get your timetable right away," the woman, who was obviously the principal, said. The blond obeyed, Gaara taking his leave one time, as he sat in the seat across from her.

"I'm Tsunade, the principal of the school. This is Shizune," the principal, who was an extremely large-breasted woman, said. Beside her stood a more elegant-looking woman, with short brown hair and dark eyes. She had a nice, soft look to her face, and so she smiled warmly.

"Hello Naruko, nice to meet you," she said, her personality and tone of voice definitely matching her voice.

"Nice to meet you too," he replied, having to bring his legs closer together when he had just realised he was sitting almost like a boy just now.

"Here's your timetable, your first class is English with Kakashi-sensei," Tsunade said, Shizune having given Naruto the timetable. He read over the classes and periods, as Shizune picked up where the blond left off, "He's, well, a carefree man. I'm sure he wouldn't mind your late-coming, seeing as you're new, but… in the end, he tends to be late as well. So don't be surprised if you find yourself seated in class before him."

"Thanks," Naruto mumbled, before standing up and gathering his bag. As he turned to leave, Tsunade halted him, speaking words of warning, "Before you go, allow me to tell you that… there's a certain boy that tends to break the hearts of young, pretty girls like you."

Pretty? Naruto cringed.

"You're sharing most of your classes with him."

"And just who is he?"

Tsunade paused, Naruto turning around one time to find her staring at him contently, with eyebrows furrowed in a serious manner. She looked very intimidating with that sort of facial expression.

"Sasuke Uchiha."

A/N: Follow? Review? Like I said earlier, I haven't written a Naruto fanfic in AGES, so excuse anything that seems off!

I have a thing for cross-dressing at the moment, so I plan to put a lot of awkwardness in this story during the following chapters.

Thanks for reading. ^^