I've told myself over and over not to start a new story until I get one of my others finished but this morning I was brutally attacked and left for dead by a pack of vicious, evil, rabid, fluffy, pink, plot bunnies and this was the result.

Ages- Kakashi 18, Iruka 17 (I'll add more characters later)

This is a KakaIru (Mabey IruKaka.) or atleast it will be once they get over themselves and proclaim their undying lurv for each other like Kishismoto-san secretly wants!

Disclaimer:I Don't Own Naruto!!!

He stood outside the door. He could hear them inside, they were talking. Talking about him mabey? No, topics of interest go by fast in large groups, especialy when the large group consisted of hormone driven teenagers. No they weren't talking about him. They hadn't gotten into any serious discussions about him in a few years. They'd lost their interest in him. That was fine by him, he hated it when people talked about him, he hated it when people talked in general, but that was just stupid, it was what people do, talk. He couldn't stop them no matter how much he wanted silence.

They were still talking, talking, and laughing. He hadn't laughed in what seemed like ages, hadn't talked in what seemed like ages, not since that night.

That night. It seemed like centuries ago, yet felt like yesterday, really it was five years, two months, one week, four days, thirteen hours, fourtythree minutes, and twentyfive seconds ago. Twentysix, twentyseven, twentyeight, twentynine, thirty. Damnit, he'd sworn to himself that he'd stop counting the seconds.

Unless you counted waking up, screaming in the middle of the night, it was a long time to go without uttering a single word. He was begining to think that he'd forgotten how to talk, but that was just ubsurd, you could lose the ability to talk, you could not understand someone elses language, but you couldn't forget how to talk, could you? He was unsure and unwilling to find out.

They were still talking and laughing. He knew once he opened the door they would all stop and turn to stare at him. It happened every morning, they'd stare at him, he'd ignore them and take his usual seat, the back table by the window. That table was always empty, had always and will always be empty. No one dared sit next to him, for fear of being branded a social outcast, like him.

The social higherarchy of a school was, in his opinion, an amusing thing. Those at the top dictated what was cool and what wasn't. Something that was cool one week, will most likely not be so the next week, and if you think what was cool the previous week is still cool you'll certainly have a lot of ass to kiss to get back in the good graces of those at the top. The top consisted jocks and cheerleaders and of course their little pets, the ones who want to be jocks or cheerleaders and would push their own grandmothers down the stairs to obtain that status.

Then there were the ones who didn't want to be at the top but still wanted to be cool. They had their own little groups to be cool in. Goths, skaters, punks, geeks, nerds, you name it and there was probley a group for it. After all those groups came the bottem feeders, they're the ones that will hang out with almost anyone. Nobody likes them but they don't take a hint and go away. Even if that hint smacked them upside the head.

Below the bottem feeders were the social outcasts. Like the bottem feeders nobody liked them, only difference was they take a hint and go away to some quiet corner to pity themselves. They're usually the ones you find somewhere with slit wrists, or hanging from something, or flying off a tall building.

Let it be known that teenagers can be the most vicious creatures on the face of this planet.

He came after the social outcasts, not even the real social outcasts would come near him. That was fine by him, he liked his solitude and he liked his silence, or so he told himself. He was only considered a social outcast for a lack of anything better to call him.

They were still in there, talking, and laughing. He took a deep breath, blew it out, and swipped a gloved hand through his unruly silver hair.

Taking a step foreward he reached out and pulled open the door. Right on cue everyone stopped talking and laughing to turn and stare at him. This time though instead of walking to his seat he stared right back. Right at the boy who was sitting in the seat next to his. Sitting at his table, his always empty table, invading his space. The other students looked back and forth between the two. Probley in hopes of a fight.

He'd never seen this boy before. Long brown hair pulled into a topknot at the top of his head, scar running across the bridge of his nose. He wore the normal boy's school uniform, white button up long sleeved shirt, black tie, black slacks, black shoes.

It wasn't that he'd never seen this boy before that made him stop, new students come and go, it was that he was sitting at his table, his always empty table. He'd always sat alone since that night, who was this boy to come and change that.

It only took him a moment to analize his intruder and he continued on to his seat, everyone was still staring. Resting his head in his hand he turned his gaze out the window.

His intuder poked him in the shoulder. "I'm Iruka Umino, obviously I'm new, you are?"

So his intruder had a name, he continued to stare out the window and ignore this Iruka boy. Whether Iruka was going to say anything more he couldn't tell, the teacher came in and began roll.

Making it to the 'H's she called, "Hatake, Kakashi." The only acknowledgement he gave to his name was a slight glance to the head of the classroom. Taking this as an 'I'm here' she continued down the list.

Succesfully making it through roll with minimal disruption, the teacher started class. "Today we have a new student. Iruka Umino, please stand." The boy did as he was told. "Could you please tell us a little about yourself?" The teacher asked.

"Uh, my name's Iruka, I'm from japan, I've studied english all my life, and um, my brother and I moved her to America with our aunt when our parents died." His intruder said, he only had a slight accent. He could see out of the corner of his eye that the boy's face was bright red.

"Thank you Iruka, you may sit down now, since you're new we'll have to set you up with a guide, how about you Kakashi?" That was another funny thing about schools, teachers seemed to be completely oblivious to the social standings of their students, or mabey she just knew that he was the only one who wouldn't object. Can't object if you don't talk. He glared. "Good it's settled then." She said cheerfully. "Now we'll be starting our projects this month so the person next to you will be your partner. You can pick whatever topic you want as long as it's school appropriate. This will count as half your grade so do try to do a good job. You'll have the rest of to day to work on it, have fun!"

This was going to be a long day.

A/N

I'm a huge fan of KakaIru (Really I'm a huge fan of KakaAnyone) and this is my first time writing it. Yay.

That line "Let it be known that teenagers can be the most vicious creatures on the face of this planet." is so true.
When I was in middle school there was this kid named Elliot, everone hated him, he was a theif, but that's besides the point.
One weekend he went camping with his older brother and came back a week later, he had been in the hospital because he was mauled by a bear and when he told us that we didn't really believe him cuz his wounds weren't that bad. (Duh he was in the hospital they healed.)
I wanted to get back at him for stealing my cd player so in front of everyone I told him he was probley making it up and that he was really raped by a squirrel, naturally everyone laughed and that stuck with him all through high school and I'm preatty sure into collage (He's two years older than me) but now looking back on that I feel really bad about saying that.

Sorry about that little side story, just had to get that off my chest and I really do feel bad about it.

Anyway let me know what you think.

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