A.N.//: Hi- lo. This was one of my stories I was looking forward to writing. It's one of my 'professional' works. (JK) Took me a while to write, but hey, it's on the net now, right? Ha, ha. Success.

Warning//: Yaoi. Yes. Just look at the characters & rating!

Disclaimer//: I do not own Naruto.

Fifteen. The big 1-5. Yes, a very hard age. At least for Uzumaki Naruto. As he heard was that hormones and desire are floating around.

The blonde really wanted to stay out of it. He didn't even want it for himself. At almost 15, he was warned about love, the hand down the pants- usually cords. About how people kiss and the one he really didn't want to hear, sex.

Being warned about sex and 'scary stuff' at such and early age scared him to death. STD's, pain and embarrassment.

The blonde was tempted to bang his head on the nearest wall. People telling him this made him uneasy. And with his 15th birthday coming around the corner, he just wished time would stop. Not growing up would be a relief. Life was just too hard.

Naruto's P.O.V.

Walking in the freezing cold is a pain. My life sucks. Yes.

My.

Life.

Sucks.

Why did Iruka have to call me and tell me to get up at the crack of dawn? I'm more of a 'crack of noon person.'

Damn I feel dizzy.

I finally arrived at Iruka's house, (Thank God) resting my head on the door, balancing my body on my toes. The door is so warm…

The door swung open, my face hitting the carpet. I lifted my head and blew some hair out of my face then said, "Damn you Iruka… You are so lucky you have padded carpeting instead of wooden flooring. You would have been dead."

I stood up and brushed gravel off myself. I looked at Iruka. He was having some jeopardy brushing his teeth. I mean he like broke his god-forsaken hands trying to see what happens when a door closes on someone's ten, skinny fingers.

Then the brush kinda popped out of his mouth and he was currently batting it in the air.

It dropped.

The toothbrush fell with a –plop-. I say it was more like a –splat- than a –plop-, but whatever.

Sensei giggled then picked the toothbrush up that was beside my foot.

"So. Sensei. Why did you 'invite me over' like at four in the morning?" I tapped my foot.

Iruka started to brush his teeth again. (Ew.) With that same toothbrush. "Mwell… I just wanted to talk to you. Come on in." Iruka turned around I followed.

We sat down, I had plopped myself down on the couch. "Iruka, are we continuing on the conversation from yesterday?" (Yeah. Yesterday afternoon.)

Iruka put his brush on the side table. God he's gross. I can't see how he lives. "Yes. We are Naruto. It'll be shorter today though." I rolled my eyes.

"Okay. Lecture the hell out of me." I said while planting my face into a pillow. Iruka chuckled.

The lecture ended with tea… Even though I hate tea. That stuff is repulsive. And all we did was talk about Sasuke and soccer practice. And turning 15 and sex, and drugs, and gangs, and all the other crap that you've already been taught at school.

My neck hurts. I don't know why… Oh well. At least I will be more aware during soccer practice.

I arrived at home, (Finally) unlocking and slamming the door open. I was as tired as a stick in a bucket. Why the fuck did I just think that? Damn me.

I put on my pajamas, (No footies!) A black t- shirt and a clean pair of boxers. I'll forget to put on clean ones in the morning anyways.

Ahhh… My bed feels so good. It's like a cloud with grass on it… Wait. Ew. That's my itchy blanket. I threw that off my bed. Well. Goodbye sun, hello moon, then goodbye moon, hello sun once again. That happens every day… Wait. Why did Iruka talk to me about Sasuke and my soccer practice tomorrow? I wasn't listening. Ah well. It wasn't that important. I guess…

A.N.//: Well. Prologue short, but done. Now onto chapter one! Or two! Or six! Or, or… ah, whatever. E- mail me! I do requests! (I restarted my- thing.) My email! Or I have like, all the time in the world to write stories! (In class too…) I am getting my own manga book published! So that's why I like fan fiction. I like writing! Please R & R! Thanks!