Fresh Meat
A/N: Hi all! This is my first ever attempt at a proper fanfic. I hope you all enjoy and if you have critiques I'm more than willing to listen, just be constructive 3
"Naruto! Get UP! You're going to be late on your first day, COME ON!!" Iruka bellowed from downstairs.
Being the responsible teenager he was, Naruto stuffed his pillow over his ears and tried to get back to sleep. He really wanted to return to that dream he was having, that Jacuzzi wasn't just being heated by the machinery... Unfortunately, his frog shaped alarm clock had other plans. It had been partially broken by him before on another of these particular mornings. As he was so close to being back in the bubbles "RIB- RIB- RIB- RIB-" ensued, he had no choice but to face reality and get up, turning off the ridiculous but effective alarm.
He hopped out of the safety of his bed and headed to the adjoined bathroom for a quick shower, shedding his orange boxers on the way. The teen then stepped into the shower, pulling the curtain aside and hastily turned the tap to hot. The splash of initial cold water that he frequently forgot about gave him an unwelcome jump, but when it quickly warmed up he was in heaven.
"Gah, I never want to get out once I'm in! Quick showers suck!" He thought as the water cascaded from his hair down to his lean but muscular frame. He reached for his coconut scented shampoo and generously lathered it into his blonde strands. Scent was definitely a major factor in his choices.
After he finished with his shower he dried himself off and then returned to his room for the all important first-day outfit.
Naruto had been part of the Cross-Country running team and therefore hated baggy clothing, the tighter the fit the better.
"NARUTO! I'm serious, you better get your ass down here, I doubt you even have time for breakfast at this rate!" Iruka called up to him.
"Alright! Alright! I'll be right down MOM!" He replied crabbily.
"Okay there's no time to compare outfits! Screw this!" He thought grabbing up a fitted orange T-Shirt emblazoned with "Foxy" and a pair of black straight-legged jeans. Running a hand through his hair he brushed it into some semblance of a style and throwing his backpack on he bolted downstairs.
"Hey dad, can I have my breakfast to go? You're probably right!" He asked while warily glancing at his watch. It had seen some years and one of the froggy's legs were missing, but his impending doom was definitely ticking away!
Iruka appeared at the door with grilled cheese in tow, handing it to Naruto with concerned eyes.
"I'm glad that you're facing this head on, Naruto. It's pretty tough to switch schools and make new friends. I'm sure it will go great though, you've picked up on my charms after all!" Iruka said attempting to raise up his boys spirits.
"Aha.. Thanks dad. No-one will be able to resist, I'll be the number one in the school!" Naruto replied half-heartedly.
"You'd better mean in grades! Now off with you, use that speed you're so proud of! Take care!" Iruka exclaimed as Naruto sprinted out of view down the road.
It was his first day at this new high school, Konohagakuen, and nervous didn't adequately describe Naruto's state of mind. He came to a standstill at the front doors, his entire body tense with anticipation.
"I can – do this.. It won't be too.. god awful..." he thought dejectedly.
Naruto had hoped his father would give him some inspiration but 'Charm' was not getting him into that building. The stream of teenagers making their way past him so effortlessly only chipped away at his confidence further. After all, the school wasn't exactly humongous; it had 200 students max who had probably known each other forever, he'd be the fresh meat for the teenage vultures. He had no idea how right he was.
He hadn't noticed the tall, silver-haired man leaning against the wall just to the side of the front entrance, who happened to be eying him with curiosity while holding a book of some sort. Naruto was the only student that was stationary, and he had a deer-in-the-headlights pose going for him.
"Another year with these wonderful and well-mannered teenagers... The excitement alone is giving me a migraine..." Kakashi thought bitterly to himself. "What is the point in monitoring the front entrance anyway? Am I here to remind them how to open a door? Hell, I know it was summer vacation but you're only supposed to forget the things you learned in the last semester!"
To his surprise, after lifting his eyes from the page he saw a certain blonde someone who might make his deplorable duties worth it.
"Hmmm that kid.. That nervous look is pretty adorable. Duty calls!" With that thought Kakashi closed his book, easily making his way over to the boy through the horde of people.
"Yo." Kakashi greeted.
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Naruto crawled out of the mind-ditch he was in and came back to the reality of the tall man in front of him.
"Ehh?" He replied, his eyes veering upwards slowly, finally resting on... half a face and silver hair?!
"Oh.. So you're a foreign transfer? I'm sorry I only speak English. That there is a door, did they have them in your old country?" The man questioned, raising an eyebrow.
Naruto's vein popped out on his right temple as he responded "Door? What is? In old country not have doors, school is big tent."
The man smirked under his mask; this was definitely a teenager he was talking to. "Alright, so you were only momentarily speechless. I hope it wasn't on my account."
To this Naruto blushed profusely "No way! You just uhhm.. Caught me by surprise is all. Besides, I can only see half of your face! What's with the mask?"
"You're pretty upfront, huh? The bell is about to ring, so let's just say I'm in no need of a fan club." The man returned smugly.
Naruto made no attempts to move but shuffled his feet and asked "Hey err, do you happen to know where room 112 is? That's my homeroom."
"Sure, my duty is pretty much over; I'll show you the way." The man answered, leading him through the doors and down a hallway.
His nerves were somewhat slipping away "Thanks a lot! I'm Uzumaki Naruto by the way, pleased to meet you!" He beamed at the man while walking beside him.
"Hmm? Just your name? No number, huh, I'm a bit disappointed." The teacher responded jokingly.
"Hmph! I have to get to know you better before I give out my digits! You didn't even tell me your name yet!" He threw back haphazardly, the red tint on his cheeks evident to anyone.
The silver haired man did this strangely attractive smile with only his eyes, stopping in front of a classroom.
"Names are pretty overrated, not even necessary for casual flings, huh? Oh and here it is, Foxy-chan!" Before the blonde could even blink at those words he was pushed through the classroom door, from one vulture to a whole room of them.
A/N: Thanks for reading! Please review after you've read it! I'll promptly update, which is where it will get a lot more interesting. ^^