Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters… and my points of view are not their own… and all that good stuff.

Pairings: ItaxKuro, SasuxGaa, SaixNaru

Warnings: Yaoi story. Possible lemon later on.

It was the first day of school, and Sai was… early. He loved being early, because then there was no stress involved. He dusts off his clothes of the invisible dust of his home he may have collected while walking out the door, yawning into his hand. Six o' clock was far too early to wake up after having stayed up the entire night before. He had been listening to Random music that would make most people fall into an intense depression, but it simply had him smile. He had also been drawing. The vision of his lovely crush he had had from last year… the boy he had always seen smiling.

Sai wondered what the boy looked like when upset. With tears running down his eyes in angry frustration, and his hands clenched to tightly they bled. He drew pictures of him with different emotions… it was a hobby of his that had always angered his Adoptive Father Danzo. He had always hated the gay little boy Sai had become, if the tight pants and shirts had anything to go by. He perks up upon hearing his name and smiles at Sasuke, who looked extremely happy for some ungodly reason. Well… as happy as he could be. "…What's up?" Sai asks, tilting his head slightly, moving his hair out of his face so he could better see his friend.

"Nothing… I'm just excited to see everyone again. Gaara, Neji, and Shikamaru." Sasuke tucks his raven colored hair behind his ear, adjusting his backpack so it sat at a comfortable level. So the bottom of the bag hit his ass every time he took his step. "Especially Gaara. I wonder if he's gotten any cuter…" Sasuke sighs dreamily, staring at the sky. "That red-headed Goth is so sexy…"

Sai laughed, nodding. "If you say so, Sasuke." He really was infatuated with that boy… "Oh! Your brother's a senior this year, isn't he?" They were only freshman, but Itachi was a senior. Which meant… Not only did he get to sleep later then everyone else, but now they were in the same school. Considering they had been freshman last year, and were now Sophomores. Their school was weird. Grade 1-6 is elementary, 7-9 is middle school, and 10-12 is high school.

Sasuke's already natural pale face went white and he nodded grimly, looking down. Yes, his brother would indeed be at the school… which would be bad. His crew was known for being quite the terror, and if Itachi was anything like he was at home at school… he felt sorry for the school. After all, it was thanks to the Bastard he was how he was.

"I'll take that as a yes." The Artist sighs, blinking once at the… pure size of the high school. This… was Shinobi High? He was starting to miss Konoha Junior High more and more… But, it couldn't be all bad. After all… Naruto would be there. And the image of his drawing would finally come true.

It wasn't that Sasuke was upset by the thought that he'd get bullied by an entire group of people. No, he was fairly used to that by now for sure. After all, he had lived with Itachi for his whole life. It was the fact that… he'd have to deal with fangirl upon fangirl upon fangirl…. They always came when your guard was down, too. In the lunchroom, in the bathroom, in your room, in the bathroom again… It was a bother.

Upon arrival at the front of the school, Sasuke and Sai were greeted by Neji, who was smirking at them in a… peculiar way. "What is it, Neji?" Sasuke asks, almost too afraid to know the answer. Neji was the type of kid who would make fun of you no matter what you did. He was quick, too. One mistake in your speech and he'd jump on it almost immediately. It explained why he wanted to be a teacher, considering he was so… judgmental all the time. But, as he makes fun of us for our mistakes, we make fun of him for his girly looks. This… is a reward of its own.

The brunette's smirk widens as he points at the two Emo boys in front of him. "Are you two going out? I knew you would… Emo kids always go for each other, ne?" He asks, crossing his arms now. He had known these two boys for nearly their whole lives, and knew how to push their buttons. But then, by some magical skill, he knew how to press everybody's buttons. And he did. It wasn't like his cousin, who had the same gift, but used it in the opposite way. She did it in a way she didn't press anybody's buttons. Ever. This, on its own, could get fairly annoying.

Both Sai and Sasuke shake their heads, rolling their eyes. It was so annoying, being accused of going out with each other all the time. Couldn't anyone tell that they were interested in other people? Sure… they had been bed-buddies at one point, but certainly not now! Then again… they flirted with each other enough that anyone could make that mistake.

At this point, Shikamaru had strolled up to the scene with the other boys, ruffling the Hyuuga's long hair just to piss him off. Of course, he didn't do that to the Emos standing in front of him. No, he knew better. Last person that touched Sasuke's hair got a bloody lip. He didn't even want to know what Sai could do. Sai was calmer then Sasuke, but Sai was usually the first to jump on the chance to knock someone down a peg. Or six. It was because of this… 'talent' of his, he could easily be a… 'Prep'. But he would rather use the same weapon against them for better reasons. For the good of the Emo-Community.

Of course, this was greatly appreciated by everyone in their group. Emos and Non-Emos alike. Gaara, Neji, Shikamaru, Haku, and Kabuto. Haku was very feminine, and Kabuto was that nerdy kid who is not only always there for you, but helps with homework, too.

Sasuke raises his hand towards Shikamaru as if it was almost some kind of… secret hand gesture of theirs. For the pony-tailed boy did the same back at the spiky-haired Uchiha. "…Sasuke." Shikamaru points at someone being the taller emo boy, who spins around. None other then Gaara was behind him. This flustered him and he stumbled backwards, scanning the short boy up and down. He wore black pants with chains, zippers, and a pair of handcuffs on both sides. The threads of the pants themselves were red. The pants drug on the ground because of the boy's height. That, and he wore them extremely low. Riding on the hips as if they were about the fall off. Not that Sasuke would mind, of course. He eyes rose upwards, staring at the rest of his clothing. A black shirt that said 'insomnia' in red letters, and a red and black striped, long sleeve shirt underneath that. He also wore red fishnet gloves, and a spiked collar the Youngest Uchiha would simply love to attach a leash too.

Gaara cocked an eyebrow at Sasuke, sighing softly. The boy was always staring… it was strange, but he also didn't mind the extra attention. He didn't really get it at home (except from his brother on rare occasions) so... it was a nice change of pace. Not that he minded Sasuke, of course. No, the exact opposite was true. He knew that he liked him to… some degree, but wasn't exactly sure what it was he was feeling. Maybe it was simply… nervousness of the first day when he saw Sasuke and adrenaline pumped through his veins. "…What's wrong with you?" he asks, running a hand through his messy red hair. He really did brush it… but for some reason, he and his brother always had messy hair. It was a trait of sorts… He manages a smile at Sasuke, taking a deep breath. "Welcome to a new year."

A/N: This took me a whole three days or more to write. Bothersome, really. But… I really did try hard… so maybe drop me a comment with some constructive criticism? Nothing too mean… but… helpful?