A/N: Hello everyone! This is Kiba again finally with some written material (aka a short story). I hope that you aren't all upset with my sudden cancellation with "Confessions of a Teenage Boy", but I had to move on with that; it wasn't going anywhere with my writer's block. So I needed to take a MUCH needed hiatus. Plus with full time college and my three jobs, there really was no time to write anything.

So, in short, here is my newest effort. Similar to Bad Karma, this is going to be a NaruKiba story that takes place in an AU with a school setting. Though, instead of it being about the cool kids being all secretive and mean, this one is a little more light-hearted and goofy.

Based off a series of different Fall Out Boy tracks (which are perfectly angsty and about love and shit), "Me & You" is a NaruKiba fic with heart…and angst.

Summary: Naruto is a new student at a prestigious private school. Not usually the type to party or slack off, Naruto seems to become rebellious once he meets another student by the name of Kiba. How will his parents react? Or his other friends?

Main Characters:

Naruto Uzumaki

Kiba Inuzuka

Hinata Hyuga

Sakura Haruno

Shikamaru Nara

Kushina Uzumaki

Minato Namikaze

Me & You

Chapter One: A Little Less Sixteen Candles, a Little More…

"Happy birthday!"

The cheering was small, but still loud; my family never knew how to use their inside voices.

I blew out my candles and sighed, smiling a little. I was slightly embarrassed. My mother cracked her knuckles then grabbed the kitchen knife to cut through the cake. My father looked over the photos he had taken with his camera and laughed, "You look a little depressed…not what you wanted for your birthday?"

I blinked a couple of times, then shook my head, "U-Uh no! It's fine…just thinking."

"About? Something bothering you hun?" My mother asked, slicing cleanly through the orange filled cake. I scratched the back of my head and thought for a moment; what was bothering me?

My birthday was usually a joyous thing…oh, yeah. "Do we have to move…?"

Both my parents looked at each other and sighed. My mother decided to answer. "Yes, dear. It'll be better for us over there. And the fact that your father is being asked to be the dean at the school you'll be attending, things seem better over there," she shot me a look of concern; she must've seen the downcast look I had on my face, "Naruto. I know you're going to miss your friends, but it's going to be better for you. Besides! You're sixteen now! Once we move, you can try and get your license and start anew as the "cool kid with a car"!"

I rolled my eyes and stood up, "I guess," I let out a sigh. My father put down the camera on the wooden table and crossed his arms, giving me a questioning look.

"Where are you going?"

"I'll be right back…just gotta do something. Save me a piece of cake! I know how much you like eating my birthday cake…" I growled under my breath, as I ran upstairs to my room. My parents glanced at each other and let out a sigh of relief.

"I hope it's not going to be like this for long, Minato. He seems pretty upset about this whole relocating deal."

My father shook his head, "He'll be fine, Kushina. It's teenage angst. It'll go away soon. Like you said yourself, once we actually move and get settled in, Naruto will be settled in as well. He won't forget his friends, but he will have new ones."

Kushina nodded and placed a piece of cake on each of the three plates, "I hope you're right. I really do."

In my room, I looked over where I had everything; I was very particular when it came to organization.

My bed was placed directly in the middle of the bedroom, a nightstand on my right and left sides. Symmetry was key to a nicely balanced room. Of course, that was probably the only thing symmetrical in my room besides the various posters hung up on the walls. They weren't taped or stapled in, but framed nicely and organized depending on my likes.

On one wall, near my desk and computer, there were game posters: Fallout: New Vegas, Halo, Mortal Kombat, yah know; the most violent things a teenager could have in his room! Plushies and odd looking little trinkets dressed my desk like clothing; my pencils were topped with funky looking erasers and I kept them all sharpened 24/7.

On the other side of my room, I had nothing but music stuff. My dresser with all my clothes took up most of the wall, but where there was blank space was covered by My Chemical Romance, Ed Sheeran, The Beatles, and Pink Floyd. A very eclectic collection of music, ne?

I sighed and put a hand through my hair as I walked over to my right nightstand. I opened the drawer and took out a photo album. It was small, encased in a faux silver with a velvety bookend. I flipped through it; glancing through all my memories from the past summer. I smiled and closed it after looking through every picture.

"I'm going to miss this…" I noted to myself as I put the photo album back into my nightstand. Perfect timing, as I could hear my father calling to me from downstairs. I stood up and went back down, hands in my short pockets.

My mother and father were already digging into their cake as I sat down adjacent to my mother. "Thanks."

"You alright? You were up there a while…" My father asked.

I nodded and took a bit of my cake; it was like an orgasm in the mouth. My mother always made the best cake. Especially the ones for my birthday. They were always the best. "I'm fine. Just was looking through some stuff."

I could tell from the look they gave each other that they knew I had looked through my photo album. I took the longest time filling it up. The most recent entry being from the previous summer. I had started it my Freshman year and now going into my Sophomore year, I'd need to fill it with new memories.

What kind of memories? I had no clue.

But I was willing to find out.

3 Months Later

My uniform was itchy. I fucking hated it. Why did I have to go to a school with uniform?

My dad was the new dean, sure, but that didn't mean any special privileges for his only son. I sighed and readjusted my messenger bag. The uniform had an awkward fitting navy blue jacket and a white shirt underneath. Buttoned up partly (because fuck you, that's why) and a loose tie, the shirt clung to my skin slightly. Was I nervous or something?

The pants that I was wearing were jeans (luckily, we could wear anything on the bottom). My favorite orange pair at that. It clashed, really badly, but I didn't really care. I walked into the school and looked around at all the different kids that were attending. I felt like an outcast already.

Eyes attracted straight to my pants. Maybe it was a bad idea to wear bright orange pants with a navy blue uniform.

I blushed lightly, my whisker-like birthmarks being even more defined. I slowly started walking through the halls. Some sort of fair was going on. I looked at all the various clubs: "Swim Club", "Volleyball Club", "Baseball Club", "Basketball Club", they all seemed so cliche of a high school to do.

Then of course there was the "Manga Club" and "Gamers' Club". Those seemed a little bit more up my alley. But one in particular caught my eye; I walked over to it almost instantly. The name read basically: "Jinchuriki Club".

"What…what is a Jinchuriki Club?" I asked.

The boy behind the table had crimson hair that felt almost over his eyes. His eyes were the most beautiful green, but it seemed as though he didn't really get much sleep. "Huh? Oh welcome to our booth," he spoke up; his voice was very monotone and lazy, but deep, "the Jinchuriki Club is a club for people who are looking for something different. We deal with new students, old students, outcasts, popular kids. It's really just a welcoming, relaxing club for people who just want to meet new people. Are you new here…?"

I looked around as if he were talking to someone else, "Oh…me? Yeah…! I am. Uh, my name is Naruto…Uzumaki."

The redhead stood up and held out his hand, "Gaara. Nice to meet you." I shook his hand and smiled lightly.

"Gaara…nice to meet you, too. So, do I just…join up? I'm new here…my dad actually started working here. He's the new dean!" I spoke a little more freely. Gaara seemed to be a nice guy, but I was still being a little wary. I also noticed his attire was very plain, much like his voice.

He was wearing a jacket like mine but with a crimson shirt underneath. His hair was a little messy, like I stated before, but not as bad as mine. His skin was pale and almost matched the lightness of his beige pants. He sat back down and handed me a piece of paper, "Here…our flier. It has everything you need to know on it: meeting times, dates, special events, requirements…etc."

"Requirements?"

"Yeah, I'm forced to put one on there by our president. But eh, it's all good. Don't worry so much about it."

I looked over the requirements, "Be…funky fresh…?"

"Don't ask…just stop by if you want." Gaara responded and I nodded to him, walking off towards the sub hallway.

"That was an interesting encounter…oomph!" I ran right into someone. He or she was definitely taller. I fell back a bit, but caught myself before I could hit the ground. I glanced up and blushed profusely, "I'm so so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going!"

The guy had his hair tied up into a high, spiky ponytail and he had a bored look on his face. His eyes were chocolate brown and skin a little darker than Gaara's, but not by much. He rolled his eyes, "Eh, don't be so loud. It's such a drag. You new here?"

I nodded and bowed another apology.

The guy sighed, "No need to apologize. Simple mistake. What's your name?"

"Naruto." I stood up straight and made eye contact with him; he didn't seem so intimidating now that he appeared to be nice. I blinked a couple of times, "Yours?"

"Shikamaru. You're a first year?"

"No, I'm a sophomore."

Shikamaru raised an eyebrow, "Really? You're really short."

I growled under my breath. It was one thing I always hated about myself. I never really hit a massive growth spurt; I remained a good five foot six since seventh grade. I sighed and skipped over it, "Yeah…whatever…what matters is that I'm the same age as everyone else in the second year. Regardless of height."

Shikamaru laughed a little, "You're right…just, one thing. Do you always talk this loud?"

I hadn't realized that I was shouting a bit when I was defending my height, and I blushed. "No…not really. Sorry."

"Good. Otherwise that'd be such a drag. I'll see you around, Naruto." And with that, Shikamaru walked past me and headed towards all the clubs and organizations.

I sighed and made sure to watch out where I was going. The school was massive! Luckily, I had a good sense of direction. Just not…awareness of what was around me.

I looked over my schedule and made my way to Room 204. I went up the first flight of stairs I could see and noticed that the population of students decreased as I went up the stairs. Seemed the fair was more important at the moment. As I reached the top step, I realized that I had been pushed right back down the steps.

"Wha—AHHH!" I screamed out as I tumbled down the stairs. I winced as I waited at the bottom, unable to see who had pushed me. "What…the fuck?"

"Oh shit! Are you okay?" A voice chimed in and I looked up to see an olive skinned boy. His hair was messy and he had the most alluring hazel eyes.

His cheeks were marked with two red tribal looking tattoos, which I wasn't even sure were real. But they were interesting overall. He quickly lifted me up onto my feet, and I winced. "Why'd you push me down the stairs!?"

"I didn't fucking mean to, okay? Just come with me! Quick~!" He pulled me along and I reluctantly followed, unable to break his grip. Plus, I was in so much pain I really didn't want to do anything too strenuous.

"Where are we going?!" I asked, feeling like I was being kidnapped at this point. The boy held up a finger to his lips and shushed me, continuing to power walk towards what seemed to be a Boys' Bathroom. I blushed. What was going on!?

Inside we went and my captor pushed me into an empty stall, entered with me and locked the door behind us. I was a little nervous; what was he planning? Why did he push me then proceed to kidnap me?

"Sit…pull down your pants!"

1…2…3…

"WHAT!?"

The boy rolled his eyes and bent over, unbuttoning my pants quickly, unzipping them, and pulled them down. My eyes widened. WHAT THE FUCK WAS GOING ON!? "H-Hey! What the hell do you think you are doing?" Suddenly, he pushed down on my shoulders, sitting me down on the toilet. Then proceeded to hop up on the toilet behind me, crouching down as if he were hiding.

"Shut the fuck up…just be cool."

Suddenly, I could hear the door open and some heavy footsteps enter. It seemed like maybe two or three other kids had entered the bathroom. I was about to mutter something but the boy's hand covered my mouth. I blushed profusely; I'm pretty sure he could feel my face getting flushed and heated.

What was going on?

"Shit he's not in here…that asshole is gonna get it! Come on. Let's go look elsewhere." One of the guys stated and they all three left. The boy behind me removed his hand and stepped down from the toilet, opening the door, and heading towards the nice marble counters.

I sat there for a second before realizing my pants were down. I quickly pulled them up and buttoned them, storming out of the stall to finally get some answers. "What the fuck is your issue!? Why did you push me? Why did you take me in here?!"

"I couldn't have any witnesses giving me away…besides, it seemed to be the only to get you to come with me."

"To push me? I fucking hurt, man!" I growled through my gritted teeth. He turned towards me and rolled his eyes, giving me a dog like smirk. His teeth seemed to be a little sharper than the average teen's, but I wasn't concerned in his looks at the moment.

"What's your name? Never seen you before."

I looked away, "You pull down my pants THEN ask for my name? Don't you think it should be reversed?"

He snickered, "Sorry about that. I couldn't think of anything else. They would've looked inside the stall if there was no one in it. Your pants would totally deter them. No one here, especially me, wears such tacky pants."

"Hey! I take offense to that!"

"Sorry, no offense." He responded, leaning against the counter. "So what's your name?"

"Naruto Uzumaki…"

"Naruto Uzumaki…Uzumaki….Naruto. Naru. To. Got it."

What the fuck was that about? I rolled my eyes, "What about you? Or should I just call you Child Abductor?"

"Kiba. Kiba Inuzuka. Inuzuka Kiba. Keebs. However you wanna call me. And child? Pfft, from what I saw down there, you aren't no child."

I blushed and covered up my crotch. "W-wha…what did you see?!"

"I'm fucking with you. I didn't see anything. Maybe you are a child~ First year?"

I growled, "NO. I'm a second year! Fuck…why does everyone ask me that?"

"Because. You're short…?"

I was prepared to walk out right then and there, until I stumbled a bit. My ankle was in a lot of pain. "Shit…"

"Yah need some help?"

I shook my head, "No…you've done enough today. I'll get to the nurse myself—GAH what the hell!?"

Instantly, I found myself being carried over Kiba's shoulder; I blushed and growled, "Put me down! This is embarrassing!"

"Well, if you continue to walk on a hurt ankle, you're only going to make things worse. Plus, since you are new, I know my way around here. Just trust me." Kiba explained, exiting the bathroom. He seemed to quickly walk towards the nurse's office, being wary of his pursuers from earlier.

Finally, once we reached the office, he put me down in front of it and cracked his neck. "I'll see you later. I've gotta get going."

"Wait…! Kiba, why were they chasing after you?" I asked.

He played it off and scoffed, "It doesn't matter does it? They won't be able to do anything to me! I'll catch you around, fox boy!"

With that he left…fox boy?! What…where did that come from?

I growled and entered the nurse's. My ankle was in so much pain.

And that was when I met Kiba Inuzuka: my worst influence.

A/N: I had so much fun writing this first chapter! I hope you guys enjoyed it as well. Read, comment, review, favorite, share, whatever you do nowadays to like stories! This one will be updated more frequently and will be in two parts. Thanks everyone!