Howmagawsh! This is my first story ever. Have /meeeercy/. (Actually, be honest.) It all depends if I get comments, if I do, I'll post another chapter!
Disclaimer: Naruto doesn't belong to me, but this story does.
Kiba leaned his head back into the cushy air-plane seat and watched the brooding black haired boy who was currently looking out the window. It seemed like someone had shoved a stick up the wee fringes of his ass, but then again, his band-mate always looked that way, for as long as he could remember at least.
"Reelaax damnit." Kiba said, stressing the vowels, he couldn't understand how a human being was able to so obliviously kill someone's mood like that; it must have been a talent of his. "You should be excited!" He chastised, "We are going to get a month long break from all this and you act like you rather not, are you insane!"
"If you get any closer I will be." And he promptly (with as much dignity as an Uchiha could muster without trying) took two fingers and pressed Kiba's head into the back of his respective seat before turning his head to look back out into the darkening ominous sky.
'Damn that Sasuke, we've been in this band for I don't know how long, and he /still/ manages to fucken piss me off…Oh well, not even Sasuke's going to spoil my good time. I can't wait to see the look on that idiot's face. I'll bet he doesn't even remember me, that dumb blonde…' He'd lifted his hand and was not scratch the chin of his whitish colored dog named Akamaru. It'd been a doozy getting him on the plane, but definitely worth it. No was he was going to let his best friend wait in a cage in the cargo area, no way..
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"A month..." Sasuke muttered gloomily, a whole month of a pure and simple teenage life. He (not to mention everyone else in the band for one reason or another) was never able to fully experience that thing called a childhood. It was either simply never allowed to them, or...cruelly snatched away.
His lips became thin.
He'd tried to talk them out of this, but damn that manager of theirs, Jiraya, just had to trick them into coming...there new album was just about to hit Japan, it didn't matter if they didn't show up for a while, and it might even be a good thing! Sasuke knew it was for the women, trying out those 39 different flavors of ice-/cream, after all, no matter how different Japanese women were it was sooo much more interesting to add /exotic/ women into his books. Jiraya had been planning an exclusive set of specialty books titled 'Ika Ika Summer sun' and he wasn't going to let this perfect chance slip by him.
So here they were, the four members of the band (not including Jiraya and that fat-ass kid who couldn't help but tag along), sitting on an air-plane to the United States. The /United States/ for god's sake! Sure, as soon as the band had started they'd all been secretly helping each other (one red haired freak was particularly violent when it came to pronunciation) in learning to speak this damnable jumbled language known as English, but that wasn't the point! He was now going to some foreign country full of racist assholes and freedom ranting liberals. Then again, hee was relieved to know that he wouldn't have the misfortune on finding Itachi lurking about a corridor ready to...
Sasuke shivered, lifting his right hand to press it to his face in agitation and more then slight annoyance, it was never pleasant to think about /him/.
No...No...This trip was going to be a good thing. He'd relax, and try to seem normal enough for a while. 'And I won't have to worry about all those damn fan-girls...' It wasn't his fault that girls chased him everywhere, even grown women did (pathetic and gross...a two for one deal). There was something about those few songs that Sasuke was forced to sing that made women and girls melt, Japanese words or not. Hey, who could blame them? When he let that silky, sexy bedroom voice of his flow over the music, no one could resist him.
He was an Uchiha, it was natural for things to be that way. And with that he smiled, smugly.
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Kiba knew that look, that damn Sasuke was getting to be his cocky arrogant-ass self. "I think I prefer you when your quiet and glare.."
And true to Kiba's words, Sasuke turned his head so fast it seemed liable to spin and sent him his worst death glare yet.
And of course, Kiba laughed right in his face. To Sasuke he could laugh, to that lazy one he could tease, but there was definitely someone who still sent chills up his spine...that scary German (that's right, German. xD ) redhead..
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The two other band members occupied seats farther back into the plane; one was the previously mentioned red headed young man. He was quite the bizarre (yet equally as striking) person, with his deep crimson hair, unsettling piercing jade eyes, black ringlets swooping around, unobvious as to being merely painted or tattooed on and that blood red kanji for the word 'love'. He was as equally popular with the ladies, something about 'bondage' and some such non-sense, but when he was up on stage with his eyes closed, you couldn't deny that certain spark of something that flew into your mind, like 'damn, he's good.' His eyes were closed, and he was merely thinking. He had only come because he wanted to practice more (although being in the band showed he didn't need it) in peace and quiet.
After all, the base was the soul of the band.
And Gaara was definitely amazing when it came to baring that 'soul'. His eyes flecked over to one lazily dozing boy. 'Hmm…Shikamaru.' Gaara, being the very helpful person that he was decided it would be best that Shikamaru learn from experience, and made no attempt to help him as his cheek dislodged from his hand and sent him slamming into the settled little propped up plastic table that was attached to the back seat of the chair in front of him. Gaara only smirked, keeping his eyes closed before he managed to make it fade and speak, "Hm, did you bleed, or are those just your brain cells leaving your body?"
"Tsh, bastard..." And he shifted his position to have his opposite hand hold his cheek.
"Maybe if you're nice I'll let you lean over and look at the clouds through the window later." But there came no reply, Shikamaru was either asleep, or acting because it was too annoying to just open his mouth and let something coherent out. It didn't matter, it wasn't as if the red head was expecting a reply, this was the four's 'friendship' (more like acquaintanceship). In its own odd way it had started, it was what they called chemistry, and it was essential for a band.
They didn't really know each other, only what they learned from not trying. The four thought it best that way, they might be similar in there own ways, but the music was all that was important, and that's exactly what they focused on.
After all, with the focus on the music they could lick there scars in peace and solitude. Loneliness was a queer thing after all.
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A golden choppy haired blonde snuggled closer into the pillow, giggling childishly. "Oh Sakura.." A fluff filled dream about Sakura, that pink haired girl from school, his childhood crush that just couldn't die out.
He knew he shouldn't still cling to such pathetic things, but it was so easy and safe to /pretend/ and there was nothing wrong with it, he didn't stalk her or something weird like that. Besides, he was sixteen now (as of two days ago) if he wanted to dream about some unattainable beauty he didn't really want, then damnit it all, he'd dream about her!
"Naruto..." A voice wafted into his bedroom, and awoke him from his slumber; he sulked for a few moments and threw the pillow to the opposite wall, stepping out of his small room into the kitchen/ table area. "Iruuuka," Naruto whined, plopping himself down on a chair before crossing his arms.
"Pleasant dreams?" The male who'd spoken before looked over to him, placing a bowl of the boy's favorite food before him with a warm hearted, closed eye smile.
"More then you know." Naruto grunted. However, unlike most, Naruto was never very sulky for very long, and the ramen was like an extra boost of sugar time one thousand for the young man. "Yes!" He grinned, taking out chopsticks and using them to eat his noodles right up. It never occurred to him that it was odd for a boy of Australian (this was what he was told) heritage to be eating something with anything other then a spork or his fingers. However, when Iruka adopted him he'd gotten used to the idea. Iruka was a man of Japanese decent, and that type of utensil proved more comfortable for him.
When your a kid it doesn't matter, and when your an adolescent your too old (and accustomed) to change. So he didn't, and to make it easier on him, Iruka had bought him orange and white painted petal wooden finished chop sticks to take around and use whenever the option was not available to him. It was a small birthday gift, but they didn't have much, and something like that always meant a lot.
Because he'd lived with Iruka, he'd learned a good bit of Japanese, but it would never be enough to speak to another being in, and he couldn't understand others all that much. He tended to rely on people's emotions and expression, sure at times Naruto was dense beyond reason, but most of the time he was very sympathetic and understanding, and he found relating to others very easy. Naruto could definitely be considered a people person, but that was probably what made his situation so ironic.
Poor Naruto was a complete loner, defiantly at the bottom of the social hierarchy. Him being seen often by someone of status enough to sit at the popular table was like seeing a dodo bird come back from extinction. It wasn't that it was because he was an outcast; it was just that...that's how it'd always been. Besides, he was so painful unpopular that even he knew it, why should anyone care and be kind to him?
Their were a few though, not many, but some that managed to speak to him and by sheer wonderful luck or something that Naruto couldn't understand, managed to still remain with their reputation in tact. Like, for example, the Hyuuga's. It was he who had helped them rebuild a shaky foundation and become more similar to cousins then anything before. Hyuuga Hinata was a terribly kind girl, she was good, and so adorably shy, it made you want to embrace and protect her from harm. Then there was Hyuuga Neji, an elegant a beautiful (according to everyone) /boy/. Now was it just Naruto, or was there something unnaturally wrong with that? How could someone with…well…a crotch be beautiful? Wasn't that a girl thing? In any case, it didn't matter. Neji had always been very kind to him since his help.
Changing someone's perspective on something was always wonderful. Every once in a while he managed to catch a few words from Tenten or Shino, but never long enough for it not to start becoming awkward.
At this point in time Naruto had finished his ramen, and he was just as surprised as Iruka that he'd eaten like a normal person for once in his life. "Naruto, that scared me," He chuckled with a nervous look. Naruto smiled sheepishly, "Sorry, I was just…" And he shrugged.
Iruka didn't mind though, he smiled. "Oh! I just remembered something!"
"Mmm?" Naruto looked interested, since Iruka seemed to be surprised.
"Someone called for you a few days for you. A very nice boy he was, although sort of brash." He tapped his finger against his chin to think. "He said he'll pay you a visit in a few days."
Naruto blinked, he had no idea who it could be. He didn't know some...brash, Iruka had been living with Naruto for many years; this person definitely had to be genuinely rude for him to say something like that. Besides that. This person was going to come…here?
Who could it be?
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