Hi it's been awhile. This is No Contact Allowed. This is a remake of a story done by Cheetoh called Hands On Me. She doesn't wish to continue with the story anymore so I'm taking over. I'll be making a few changes, but much will be the same. Updates will be random, and yeah.
(For those of you who care, I WILL get around to working on BoSV. I just need to find the next chapters that are hiding in my room.)
Disclaimer: Have Sasuke and Naruto banged yet? No? Well then I don't own Naruto.
Also, there may be typos cause I'm in a hurry to post this. I haven't found a beta yet, so if you'd like to just tell me.
The bell rang but Uzumaki Naruto was already seated. He sat at the back of the classroom, his desk pushed as far as it could get into the corner, while the other kids took their seats. No one came close to him if they could help it, despite the fact that he wasn't much farther from any other desks. He didn't mind. As long as they were safe. That was all that mattered.
If fact, he kind of liked it this way; as long as nobody could accidentally get too close, he would be fine. They would be fine. They could live on peacefully, and so could he.
His head was lowered as he stared at the top of the desk in front of him, unmindful of the crude scratches and words engraved into it. He'd seen them before. Words like 'freak' and 'monster' were not new to him. They were merely a constant. A daily occurrence even. Something he didn't have to care about. Although they had bothered him as a child, they were nothing to him now. He'd learned to control his emotions. Anger, fear, happiness, love- they where there, but hidden under the surface; under the mask of an expressionless face until he could find a place where it was safe to release them.
Over the years this mask had become his life saver. His emotions –his goddamn feelings!- led to confrontation, and confrontations tended to lead to contact, something he tried his very, very best to avoid. For him, touch was not okay. It was something that frightened him, because at that moment of connection, when skin brushed against skin, all the barriers surrounding his mind broke and shattered mercilessly. The visions of things he had never seen, the thoughts he didn't want to know, the dreams that were never his -That he didn't need! That he didn't want!- were thrust upon him. Possibilities too! Things that could happen, would happen, will happen! All of those things sent through the skin.
The pain sent by the contact. Not only to him, but to the other, be it boy or girl, adult or child, the pain was for the both of them. For him to know everything, that was the pain. For them, to have their privacy stripped away so thoroughly that it physically hurt, and to know that everything they'd ever thought, everything that they could ever THINK, was his now to do with as he pleased, was their pain.
Some had been sent to hospitals, just because he couldn't control himself. Just because he could not stop that tiny flare of anger, that one hand coming up in a slap. After these times, some (those who had the most to hide, or had weak wills or minds to begin with) wound up in mental wards, talking to themselves, shaking in their sleep, screaming out at night his name -"NARUTO! NARUTO!"-, and even more had tried to commit suicide. Few had ever fully recovered.
In the class room, the voice of the teacher was only white noise; he would move to the next grade regardless of any marks. They always passed him, for to have him in their class for another year was something they would not wish upon their greatest enemy. They didn't want him to continue sitting in the back of the class, staring at the desk, putting the class on edge. They didn't want to feel the presence of his that seemed to absorb the entire room. He was a freak; someone to be feared. With just a touch, he could know anything and everything he wanted, and make a prediction so frighteningly accurate that it was almost a shame people were scared of it.
He noticed the class fall silent. He raised his head to locate the disturbance and saw the teacher peer out of the room, talking to someone in the hallway. After a moment, he stepped back into the classroom, and clapped his hands together; a habit he'd picked up early on in his career, as it gained attention from the students easily. He cleared his throat.
"Today we have a new student. His name is Uchiha Sasuke, and he's just moved here. Please make him feel welcome." He waited until a chorus of "Yes, Iruka-sensei." was heard. He look to his left and beckoned once again for the boy to enter the room. He did.
The first thing that was noticed about him was his looks. He was beautiful. White alabaster skin, long midnight hair spiked at the back, intelligent onyx eyes, a strong jaw, and two full lips. He could be a model. He was almost the spitting image of perfection.
His eyes looked up at Iruka-sensei, before roaming across the classroom, carefully blank, before they got to him, and Naruto ducked his head down, seeing Sasuke's eyes narrow slightly.
The girls began to giggle and hide their blushes behind their hands, eyes wide as they stared. Two girls at the front began to write on two pieces of paper quickly, passing notes back and forth in rapid succession, no doubt starting up a fan club for the boy.
"Uchiha-san, if you'd like, you can sit next to Ami-san up at the front..." Iruka said as he turned back to the board. The girl in question looked up, with a wide, victorious grin and shot the fuming brunette at her side a smirk, before looking back up and smiling sweetly and raised her hand.
"Right here, Sasuke-kun!"
Sasuke tried his best not to flinch, as he'd never really been a people person. His eyes roamed the room before he spotted an empty desk in the back near the blond. He noticed that the students had even gone so far as to try and move their desks as far as possible away. He thought for a split second before he turned back to the teacher.
"I prefer seats at the back, if you don't mind, Iruka-sensei...?" The man looked startledas he turned around. His eyes darted over to the blonde boy who sat with his back ram-rod straight, terrified eyes staring at the new addition. The only seat in the back is in front of Naruto...
"Er... I'm… not so sure that would be a very good idea..." Iruka stuttered, anxiously casting glances between the boys. It wasn't that he didn't like the Naruto (he was a good worker, polite, quiet) but Iruka had been on the receiving end of one of the boy's visions during a misguided attempt to reach out to him- unfortunately quite literally. The boy couldn't stop his powers from sucking every memory from the man away, before an eerie, dark voice spewed from his lips. Iruka could remember it like it was yesterday.
Fire. Your neighbors will die and there is nothing you can do. They must be sacrificed for time to flow smoothly… to let insanity run smoothly. If you interfere more shall be lost..
His neighbors had been killed a serial arsonist (commonly known as The Sharingan), who had set fire to the house just to watch it burn. Even he still dreamt of it. The flames licking the sky, the screams of his neighbors children, and the eyes. Naruto's eyes. Not the blue they normally were, but a red colour, much like blood, with a dark light shining deep inside. Just the thought of those eyes was enough to make his breath hitch, and remind him, in a terribly unpleasant way, 'He knows everything about me…'.
As Iruka contemplated Sasuke caught gazes with the blond boy in the back, watching as anxiety spread over tan features. He narrowed his eyes. His mind was made up and he'd be damned if a teacher was going to change it. "I'd rather sit in the back, Iruka-sensei." He repeated, and this time did not wait for a response, but walked over to the empty seat and plopped down, his bag hitting the floor with finality. At the stares of his new classmates the boy just glared defiantly.
Iruka stood in front of the classroom, hands clenching by his sides as he fought with himself. What was the right thing to do? On one hand, maybe Naruto would finally get a friend, and have a chance at least pretending to be normal. On the other hand, what if this boy went to the mental ward too? In the end, Iruka merely sighed and shook his head. The choice was Sasuke's. "Alright... open your books, turn to page 58..."
And so the lesson continued, but Naruto didn't listen. He sat rigidly in his seat, fighting the panic that raced through his system. Sweat trickled down the back of his neck, and his stomach clenched as nausea set in. Why would he have choose to sit in front of him, instead of by Ami? He should have been warned to avoid to him. It was mandatory for new students to be told of his ability, because parents had attempted to sue before and he was a risk. Was he insane?
Or was this new boy trying to get him expelled? His eyes narrowed at the back of the boy's head, and in place of the anxiety, his anger began rise up . Was it his fault he couldn't control those powers? It wasn't as if he asked for this! He looked away, glaring out the window, counting to ten in his head, controlling his emotions. Well, I'll just have to make sure he fails, won't I?
He turned back as the bell rang and Iruka-sensei was cut off by the clatter of chairs across tile, of doors opening, and students flooding the hallways. Naruto waited several seconds before pushing the desk in front of him forward and reaching down to scoop up his bag. He slung it over one shoulder and rose. As he stood, he stared into dark onyx eyes. He froze. Sasuke stood a few feet away, staring at him with an unreadable expression. The boys were completely alone. All the students had left and Iruka was in the hall conversing with other teachers.
Naruto looked toward the ground and slowly made his way around the boy. As he walked he occasionally glanced at the boy from the corner of his eye, only to see him still staring with that unreadable expression. He gave him a wide berth. After all, if this boy really was trying to get him expelled, he couldn't allow him to get close enough to come into contact with him. Sasuke let him pass, narrowing his eyes at the back of the boy's head as he left the room, before closing his eyes and letting a large smirk spread across his face.
So it's true. There are more.
So that's it. Tell me what you think. And review please, so that I don't think I've royally messed up.
Oh and link to the 'Original Story' /s/4003246/1/HandsOnMe
Check it out if you want to spoil some of this for you.
Till next time, Leh.