Disclaimer: Naruto and it's charaters belong to Kishimoto Masashi. The crossdressing and plot are mine. :P
A/N: Hello! First: I'm gonna say this only once: I am the same person as YaoiYuri-chan on this site. That poor account has lost it's password and it's ability to have it FIGGIN' E-MAILED TO ME!! YOU ALL SUCK! NOW I HAVE TO REPOST EVERYTHING! START FROM SCRATCH! WTFH?? Ahem... heh sorry about all that.
Now then, welcome to the first chapter in my very first AU ongoing fanfic! –Fanfare- This is going to be mainly a GaaxLee story with some side SasuxNaru. All good. So, without further ado, and because I have no more to say, let it all begin!
Of Crossdressers and Gangs
He never was the most popular of people. To be quite honest, he had about as many friends as someone infected with the Black Death. Nevertheless, he was to become a freshman in Suna High. And like every freshmen, he was required to complete a dare. But due to his well know status it wasn't going to be some 'stick your head in a toilet bowl and flush' or 'steal the principal's underware and hang it on the flag pole first day' kind of prank.
His mission: infiltrate Konoha High School and stir up as much trouble as possible. All while keeping his true identity a secret.
Sabaku no Gaara, make trouble? Sounded easy enough, keeping his real self a secret, now that might be a problem. He was known far and wide as a fearsome redhead with aqua green eyes surrounded with thick, black circles. Small and slender as he may be Gaara had been in so many fights, even the teachers had lost count. Yet, he'd never been injured in a fight. Not one person had ever landed a hit. All this had earned him a terrifying and well-known name.
His solution to such a problem? A new tattoo and a "sex change". When the time came he'd enter Konoha as, not Sabaku no Gaara, but Utsuwa (1) Gaara. A female. It was the perfect cover up.
What a nearly laughable concept, perfect. Thinking about it almost made him laugh, almost. Gaara didn't laugh, hell he hardly ever smiled. Nothing was perfect. Nothing in the Heavens above or the Hells below was ever or would ever be perfect. Perfection was an illusion, in other words, a lie. And Gaara hated lies. Yet another reason this whole ordeal wasn't perfect, but (almost) laughable.
- The First Day -
"Yahoo," came a loud, excited voice. A thin girl, with sunshine yellow hair and sky blue eyes shouted as she jumped off the yellow-snow colored bus. "Freshmen year! We're so close to being out on our own! High school, wow."
"It makes me sick," came the voice of the raven-haired boy behind her. His eyes were black as coal and his skin nearly as white as paper. He looked to be in a very foul mood. His, what Gaara believed to be, friend puffed up her cheeks, which had three lines on each side, and poked him.
A barking laugh sounded behind the two. A young boy, just their age, with two upside-down triangles on his face, ran to meet them. He had wild, unruly brown hair and sharp eyes. The hood and sleeve ends of his gray jacket had faux fur on them. "Sasuke, you should know better than to tease her when she's in a mood like this.
"Yeah, let her be happy every now and again," came the bored voice of a tired looking boy, also the same age as the rest. His brown hair was pulled high up into a ponytail. He wore a plain gray tee-shirt and black jeans.
The black-haired boy, Sasuke, glared at the pair of them. The blonde girl was now giggling happily as she wrapped an arm around Sasuke's. The foursome casually began to walk towards the school building, unaware of Gaara's cold eyes watching them with disinterest. Every few minutes his eyes would switch their gaze to a different group. He watched, bored, until the five-minute bell rang for homeroom to begin.
He pushed off the wall and entered the school building. As he walked through the double doors he was instantly aware people were watching. It was to be expected. Konoha High was a small school. No more than six hundred students in all four grades, and that was with the Sound District attending as well. A new student was guaranteed to stand out.
Plus, he wasn't one to "blend in" either. His red hair hadn't grown out past his shaggy boy-cut. Of course if it had he'd simply cut it. Also, he hadn't stuffed a bra of put on make-up at all. He simply wore a short black-denim skirt. A black tank top with cut-off sleeves, and had a blood red hoodie wrapped around his waist. He wore black armbands with metal clips that served no other purpose but to look cool and red sneakers with worn black shoelaces. He looked a bit scary. For this, people pointed, whispered behind their hands, and stayed well out of his way. He stalked through the halls and to his homeroom.
'B-213. This is it,' he thought blandly. He wrapped his fingers around the knob and twisted. 'No turning back.'
Like there ever was.
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Naruto was gabbing happily to the boy next to her, Rock Lee. Odd as the guy was, he was okay and a good friend to Naruto. Sasuke, inwardly, approved of him. If only he'd get rid of that horrid bowl-cut. It was bad enough that his eyebrows were as thick as Sasuke's pinky finger, but was that horrible haircut really needed? Honestly.
Getting bored at pretending to listen to their conversation, and criticizing Lee's hair, he began to glance around the nearly full room. There was, in the front few desks closet to the door, a group of prissy girl. Two of them stood in the center grinning broadly, and gloating, from what Sasuke could tell, to the rest of them. There was one with a long blonde ponytail high upon her skull, Yamanaka Ino. Beside her was a girl with almost as long pink hair that flowed down to her mid-back, the front held up by a headband, she was Haruno Sakura.
'New clothes. And Ino's got another ear piercing,' he realized bluntly. Sasuke had always had a knack for noticing the little things most people would miss. Like some girl having another hole in her ear, of the fact that he'd never seen her wear that shirt before, or that Naruto, his girlfriend, never wore a bra. He wasn't a pervert; he just couldn't help but notice. But it wasn't like she really needed to wear one anyway; poor girl was as flat chested as they came.
It was almost time for the bell to ring when he heard Akimichi Chouji, another of Naruto's friends, say something slightly interesting. "Some new girl," he popped a chip into his mouth, "from Suna. I hear she's in this homeroom."
Sasuke turned around in his seat. He peered past Naruto's yellow head. "Suna? What'd she do to get kicked out?"
Naruto's blue eyes blinked towards him. "Why'd she have to do something wrong?" That was Naruto, always looking for the good.
The Uchiha was ready to answer when the classroom door opened. Everyone expected to see the teacher. What they got was the new girl. And she looked creepy. Her clothing was dark and menacing. The aura she gave off had an air of 'piss-me-off-and-I'll-break-your-arm', similar to what Sasuke had on one of his bad days. Every eye was now fixed on this new oddity. The stranger took a seat in the back, next to the window.
"Uh-oh!" Kiba whispered to the group. "New Girl just took Shigure's seat." Somehow the Inuzuka seemed excited.
Sasuke soon noticed why. Shigure was a brute and a year older that everyone. He'd gotten held back in middle school, so everyone knew him. And he always got the back window seat. The kid was tough, and had no problem showing it. Naruto had had a hard time with him last year. And, despite her appearance, she was one of the best fighters in the school. However, Shigure wasn't the only attraction. Suna kids were known far and wide for their skill in the ring, so to speak. They were mean, and fought dirty.
Kiba was looking forward to a showdown: New Girl, from Suna versus Shigure, the badass punk.
As if on cue, Shigure walked into the room as the bell rang, and straight to the seat. As he glared at the Suna Girl the class began whispering. Most of what was heard was "She's soooooo dead!" and "Dumb girl better move." When the brown-haired brute came even with her she glanced up at him, bored and questioning.
"New Girl, that's my seat." He glared with all his might. "Move."
Then, the unthinkable happened. She smirked, leaned back, put her arms behind her head, and stated, in a low voice, "No." The class gasped in unison.
"Heh, I don't think you heard me right, bitch." Her eye gave the slightest twitch. "This is my seat. Move or I'll kick your ass. I've fought girls before, ask Uzumaki!"
The redhead smirked again. "I dare you."
The punch came quick. So did her hands. With her left she caught Shigure's fist. With the right she punched him in the gut. Next, she twisted his arm and kicked his rear, sending him into and over the desk beside them. He flipped over and landed on the floor in the next row.
Gasps and "Oh my Gawd" could be heard around the room. Just as New Girl was about to stand and continue, or gloat, Sasuke couldn't be sure, the teacher walked in. the class became quiet instantly, except for Shigure groaning in pain as he lifted himself into the nearest seat, until the teacher faced the class.
"No!"
"Not you again!"
"Kuso (2)."
Sakura, Naruto, and Sasuke all glared to the front of the class. The teacher's eye, which was the only thing visible on his face, formed a happy crescent moon shape. "Hello you three, and hello to the rest of the class as well." He quickly turned and wrote his name on the white board. "I'm Hatake Kakashi. You can call me Kakashi-sensei."
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"No!"
Naruto slunk low into his chair. Not only was there an ass-kicking new girl in his class but he had to deal with Kakashi first thing in the morning. Fate was a cruel mistress indeed. If that bastard teacher told anyone about him being a guy the man would be found floating in a river somewhere in Mist City. He swore to all that was holy. Not even his boyfriend, Sasuke, knew.
He'd have to talk to him after homeroom. Thankfully his late tendencies only left one minute to homeroom. With perfect timing the bell rang sixty seconds after he had walked in. Telling the others to go on ahead he walked up to the teacher, who was also leaving.
"Kakashi-sensei! Wait, I need to tell you something!" Naruto called.
Kakashi turned and, from what could be seen, smiled. "Don't worry, I won't say a word, not even to the other teachers."
The blonde smiled and sighed in relief. "Arigato (3)!" he grabbed his notebook-laden backpack and bolted out the door. He couldn't help but grin. Maybe having Kakashi for a sensei wouldn't be so bad. Heh, maybe, maybe not.
Naruto soon caught up with his group of friends. Most of them were laughing and screwing around, but Sasuke and Neji were talking quietly near the back. They seemed to be debating something important so he stayed out of it. Instead he went to ask advice on a matter that had been bothering him of some time. Kiba, Chouji, and Shikamaru were in a small clump off to the side eating a bag of classic flavored potato hips. Naruto slipped in, grabbing two chips at a time. Apparently they hadn't been talking, just stuffing their faces. That was good, it meant he wasn't interrupting. Not that that would have stopped him.
The four of them had known each other for as long as they could remember. Naruto had grown up in an orphanage that all three boys lived near. They were the only ones, besides Kakashi who knew he was really a boy. Even the school had been lead to believe he was a girl. So, when he was having trouble concerning his 'way of life' they were the ones he went to. He put one of the chips in his mouth and gave them a look that told all. He added a quick glance at Sasuke and let them put two and two together. When they did Kiba smirked, Chouji ate the last chip, and Shikamaru rolled his eyes.
"Do it or don't Naruto," he whispered in a voice only the four could hear.
"But what if he dumps me? Or tells everyone after he breaks up with me?" Naruto panicked, dropping his chip.
Every time they tried to get him to tell Sasuke it happened. Naruto would picture the worst-case scenario, some of which were very funny in hindsight. He never looked at what might happen if the raven-haired boy accepted him. It was a little tiring.
"I'm sure he'll still be your friend, even I he does dump you," Kiba said, his smirk falling. He liked to mess with the blonde, but not while this was the subject.
"Yeah, you guys are living together, ne?" Chouji said as he tossed the empty bag into a trashcan. They had made it to their class.
They were instructed to take a seat wherever they wished. If problems arose they would be moved. The layout was more or less the same as homeroom. The chatty, giggling girls in front near the door, punks, doggies, and slackers in the back, minus the last seat next to the window, which was occupied by the new girl, and Naruto's cliché in the two rows next to the window. Neji and Sasuke sat in the front two desks. Lee was behind Neji while Naruto took the one behind Sasuke, Chouji and Kiba followed. Shikamaru was behind Chouji. Hinata, Neji's younger cousin, came running in late and sat behind Kiba. If you didn't count Naruto, she was the only girl in the group. The teacher began to call the class to order.
"Hello, my name is Yuuhi Kurenai. Kurenai-sensei to all of you. Welcome to English I. Like I said before; sit where you like. If I have a problem you will be moved, simple enough," she swept the class once with red eyes. "Good. Today you'll be getting your textbooks, and then you can chat the rest of class."
With that she began to call roll. Chouji's name was called almost first. Naruto knew he'd be near last, right after Sasuke, so he didn't listen to intently, but instead continued the conversation.
"That is true enough," he said remembering they left off with the two in question living together. "But soon he'll be able to move out. It's only because of the orphanage we're living together now anyway. Age is the only thing keeping him there." It was true that his family had left him a lot of money when they had all passed away. He had to be sixteen to use it though, meaning he had one year. "He did say he loved me nad living with me was fun though."
"All the more reason to have some confidence!" Shikamaru said, jumping at the small glint of hope and positive thinking. The other two nodded quickly.
"Look, baka (4), you'll never know how'll he react until you tell him. Just get it over with," Kiba said. Naruto remembered the first time they'd seen him in a dress.
It was seventh grade, more like the summer before, Naruto was going to meet them at the park nearby. The only thing that was different was he wore, not pants, but a bright orange skirt-short.
Chouji and Kiba had been speechless; Shikamaru had simply said in his usual bored voice, "does this mean you have something to tell us?" It was then Naruto had come out of the closet, to those three at least. After that day it never seemed to bother them. Of course two days later Sasuke had joined Naruto at the orphanage.
"Uchiha Sasuke," the teacher called out. It was quickly answered with a standard hand raise. "Utsuwa Gaara."
Everyone turned to look at her. Even an idiot like Naruto knew the name Gaara, and the legacy behind it. But the last name was something new.
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Twenty-odd eyes were fixed on him. Gaara returned the class's bewildered stare with a glare of his own, which made most flinch back and avert their eyes. He had to cover this up, somehow. In hindsight that little tussle may have been a bad idea. Oh well, he couldn't do anything about it anyway. Right now he needed to think fast.
He rolled his eyes in a way that showed he was tired of something. "Say anything about me being Sabaku no Gaara and I'll rip out your tongue." No one said a word, but they did continue to stare.
Then, one brave (or stupid; really, really, really, stupid) girl spoke up. "So, do you even know him?" her blue eyes glinted with the slightest hint of true curiosity. Couldn't have that. Time to squash it and send it to a black hole of nothingness.
"No, not personally."
And that was it; these people were so easily fooled. The girl turned back around and went back to whispering to three boys. Kurenai continue with roll. "Uzumaki Naruto."
"Yup," piped up the stupid girl from just seconds ago. She'd also raised her hand, causing the dark blue denim jacket she wore to lift slightly and reveal her bright orange top underneath it.
Before he knew it Kurenai was recalling the names to go get a textbook. Within ten minutes everyone had their very own five-pound book and a list of supplies they'd need for class: pencil/pen, paper, folder. After another, very loud, fifteen minutes the bell rang for second period. This was going to be a very long day.
TBC…
A/N: Translations: 1 – container, 2 – shit, 3 - thank you, 4 - idiot
Poke: Whoo… nice first chapter I think! –happy dance-
Naruto: … I'm a crossdresser?
Sasuke: I'm dating a crossdresser?
Gaara: I'm never going to live this down…
Lee: I hardly played a part here!
Poke: Not to worry Lee-chan! You shall be more active in the next chapters! Remember you are one of the main characters here!
Lee: Yay!
Poke: See you all next time!
Sasuke: And don't forget to tell Poke-chan here what you thought about the whole thing!
Naruto: Yeah, read and review and rate or whatever it is you do!
Poke: lol Naruto rhymed!
Gaara: Fanfic Gods help us…