A/N: Ello, ello, people!
Sasuke: What the hell? You took fricken forever!
UchihaNightwish: I know, I know! I am so sorry! To the people reading and to you! I didn't mean to take so long but I just saw the new Breaking Dawn movie and I got re-inspired. In truth, I was having a lot of trouble with this chapter. I felt like I was making Sasuke to friendly but with no other ideas that could make him not so 'un-sociable' to old friends, I just gave up and go with this. –to fans- I'm sorry to say again that Sasuke and Itachi are not meeting in this chapter. They actually won't be meeting for a while. I know that I should be dedicated to the actual story but please bear with me on this! I swear to you that you will like what will happen when Itachi and Sasuke meet and after they meet. I swear! –crosses heart-
Sasuke: I am a little concerned.
Itachi: As am I.
UchihaNightwish: Ah relax you two! I do not own any of the Naruto characters or the Twilight story! That belongs to Kishimoto and Meyer! Thank you for those who have read and reviewed this story. I hope this chapter makes up for the long wait you had to deal with and if not, I greatly apologize! I will try harder next time!
Sasuke: You better.
UchihaNightwish: -cries- I know…
Itachi: Enjoy.
Ch. 2: Konoha High and Movie Stars
Arriving in the baggage claim, I'm surprised by two things. One, my dad, or Kakashi, is already here waiting for me; with half of his face covered as usual, his eyes closed and in an upside down U form to show that he's smiling behind his mask, and waving at me as soon as he saw me. The second thing I'm also surprised about is that he's not alone. Standing, or rather sitting right next to him in his big wheeled wheel chair is Umino Iruka – Kakashi's best friend since childhood. I'm not usually one to get surprised by anything so easily but to see that my dad here on time instead of me having to wait for an hour for him to get here, anyone would be shocked about that if they knew him like I do. But to also see the milk coffee skin colored brunette here with him means one more thing.
He's here.
Before I was given enough time to notice, I was 'attacked' from behind with a loud, "Hooray! Sasuke's finally here!" shouted in my ear. Turning around to look at the person with his copper colored skin, toned muscle arm on my shoulders and almost putting me in a headlock, I see none other than Umino Kyuubi – my best friend since forever and sometimes, the coolest person I've ever known. Too bad that he still has some childish qualities despite his age being one year old than mine.
"Hey, hey! Watch the Andromeda," I told him, my voice a little more happy to see him than I intended.
Instantly he got off me like the instrument on my back is a deadly disease. Now that I'm able to see him fully, I can see that the guy didn't change very much since the last time I saw him. His skin is darker though and his hair is a bit longer but so far, that's it. His fuzzy dark orange hair is still in the style of a demon Kabuki dancer – shaggy shoulder cut with the hair in front of his ears chest length and his hair tail in the back lower back length. When we were little, I used to call him puff ball because of his hair. His blood red eyes are still full of mischievous teasing and childish fun – just like his personality. If I have to describe him in short, I would say Kyuubi is like one of those friendly but evil demons you would see in those cartoon TV shows. His body is well toned and he's a bit on the skinny side of toning but he's bigger than me and an inch taller. With his slightly tight jeans hanging on his waist and his white muscle T shirt, I can see the muscles on him. Strange enough, it's good to see him again. I thought I wasn't going to unless I decided to visit his home on the reservation.
"Dude, seriously? I don't see you for four years and you come back with a Luna Andromeda? What's wrong with you?"
"Three and a half years, Kyuubi," I correct. "I saw you one more summer before I left."
"Don't be accurate with me, Hatake, and don't change the subject either."
"Kyuubi, relax will you?" Iruka said that. We both turn to see our dads approaching us until they stopped almost right next to us. "Sasuke, you get him talking about guitars and he'll never stop about his new Yamaha."
Oh really? Turning to Kyuubi, I joke, "Yamaha? Really?"
I saw Iruka shake his head when I asked his son that but before the orange head could say anything to me, Kakashi came up to me with a one arm hug. Looking at him, he said to me, "Let's not start that now, okay? Welcome back, Sasuke."
Okay, I gotta give this guy some credit. Kakashi may be the laziest Konoha chief of police you'll ever meet but that's only because he likes to keep to himself. That's probably where I get it from, living with him for most of my life. But to also give me a one arm hug is nice and not what we're used to. He must be really happy to see me here and to be living with him again. I give him a small smile, which is a stretch for me, and I tell him, "Thanks, Kakashi. I'm surprised you're here on time."
Pointing to Kyuubi, he replies, "It's because someone couldn't wait to see you after I told him you were coming."
In his defense, he attacks, "At least I wasn't the one who wouldn't shut up about it since he told you he was coming."
"Keep exaggerating."
Oh my god. Funny enough, I almost miss all of this togetherness. I haven't had much of it since I decided to go with mom. We've been traveling so much making new friends to laugh with or to just fool around with wasn't something I would do anymore. I'd almost forgotten what it's like to stay in one place and be social with the locals. Now that I'm here, with some people I might know from when I was a preteen, I'll have to try and lighten up. That's not going to be too easy and really being with everyone here, I almost feel uncomfortable.
The luggage started to come out then and this time I let Kyuubi help me. At least he doesn't have perverted germs like Jiraiya does – at least none that I know about. If anything, the guy cares more about cars and music than he does about people of the opposite sex, or same sex. I'm not too sure yet if the guy's gay or not. Carrying my luggage out, I had surprise number three when we arrived in the parking lot of Konoha's airport. Waiting for us is a dull navy blue 1949 Kaiser DeLuxe sedan. I was surprised to see this old car, not because it looked good in condition with shiny fenders and absolutely no dents or scratches. But because I was half expecting Kakashi's police cruiser. I literally rushed up to it and examined both the outside of this beautiful vehicle and the inside through its tinted windows.
"Kakashi," I call, looking through it like a curious little child. "What happened to your car?"
I heard him and Iruka chuckle when I ask that while Kyuubi is the one who bellowed and reply, "That's not Kakashi's. It's yours."
What did he say?
Looking at them when he said that, Kakashi answers to my unspoken question, "This is a homecoming present. I bought it off of Iruka and Kyuubi rebuild the engine for you." He takes out something from his pocket and when he tosses it to me, I catch it to feel car keys in my hand. Is he serious?
Sounding like the car-lover he is, Kyuubi explains to me, "Usually this car is a bit on the weak side but I modified the engine a bit so it has more power to suit your fancy. The handling is still clumsy and you have to be careful with it since the car rusts easily. But I know you'll take good care of it, right?"
Suddenly I feel less dreadful about being back here.
"Kakashi, you're the best dad in the world, and Kyuubi, you're my new favorite person."
My friend looked a bit upset when I said that. "I thought I was always your favorite person. Who did I replace?"
"The guy who sold me the Luna."
Kyuubi started his guitar lecture right after I answered him. Kyuubi may look a little different but obviously, his personality didn't change and from how he's making me feel, I probably didn't change very much either. I almost feel like a kid again when I'm around this guy. Kakashi and Iruka just smiled where they stood, watching us as I popped the trunk open and put my bags away, also having to take some of them back from Kyuubi as he kept rambling on and on. His motor mouth kept running and I just nodded and agreed to what he was saying, not entirely listening to him but glad to hear the guy talking as if I never left.
"Alright, alright, Kyuubi. Enough," Iruka called for him, right when the guy was starting to talk about how his new Yamaha PAC012 has 'amazing' toning after giving me the whole history background of the Yamaha guitars. "You keep talking and we'll never get to the restaurant."
Looking out from behind the trunk of my new car, I ask, "Restaurant?"
Kakashi this time asks, "Do you remember Ichiraku Ramen? It used to be your favorite place when you were little. You and Kyuubi used to go there all the time." Oh no…
Like earlier, Kyuubi has his arm around me again and he replies to them, "Of course he remembers! Right, Sasuke?"
I can hear the mischief in his voice as he said that to me. Yes, I used to go there a lot with Kyuubi but that's only because the orange head loves the ramen there. I'd already come to believe that the guy eats nothing bur ramen. He's a ramen fanatic and just because he used to drag me there all the time, Kakashi thinks I'm a ramen fanatic as well. The food there is good, don't get me wrong. It's just eating it all the time I've gotten sick of it. That's why I haven't eaten another bowl of ramen since I left this damn place.
"Don't you guys think you're over doing the welcome?" I ask.
Hearing the dread in my voice, Iruka asks me, "Sasuke, are you alright? Did you already eat?" Yeah, like three hours ago.
Kakashi looked down at his friend and then back at me in thought. I was almost tempted to plead him with my eyes of not letting me go to Ichiraku right now. Even if it was my favorite place in the whole world, this is all a little too much too fast.
"It's still a bit early," Kakashi tells the Uminos. Now I am pleading. "How about we go home, let Sasuke rest and get settled before we go out to eat."
Thank you, Kakashi. You truly are the best dad anyone could ever ask for.
I heard Kyuubi grumbled at my ear about something I am not even going to mention out of courtesy for Kakashi being such a good guardian right now, but the guy remove his hand and raise his palms as a sign of peace. "Alright. No rush, but this time, Sasuke, I am so going to kick your butt in a ramen eating contest! Be prepared to meet your maker, Hatake!"
I usually like a good challenge and I would have said 'You're on', if only it wasn't ramen.
After that, I found out that my feeble attempt to reorganize my luggage in the sedan's truck was a fail. I was trying to make room to fit Iruka's wheelchair but the two of them came in their own truck. Kyuubi was so lost in his own little world to realize what I was doing and trying to stop me. While they go home in their modern Chevrolet truck pick-up, I would be driving Kakashi and I back to my new home. After temporary goodbyes, more welcome-back's, and the reminder of the food eating challenge, we finally departed and I was left to drive my dad and I back to his…our home. The drive was quiet and the only sound between us was the sound of the slightly loud humming of the sedan. I suppose with the new modified engine, it's loud. The silence isn't awkward or uncomfortable between us. It's what usually happens because it's just who we are and it's nice. If I was in the car alone with mom then I would be forced to talk the whole ride home.
Though I don't think Kakashi realizes how nice it is to just drive and enjoy the scenery. "Kyuubi's extremely happy to see you."
Extremely happy isn't exactly how I would put it. "I guess. It is good to see him."
"So don't be too much of a sourpuss during dinner. Kyuubi planed the whole thing to welcome you back and he's taking time out of his history project to see you."
"And Iruka is letting him do this?"
"He told him that he's finished as much as he can for now but do you believe that?"
"Not in the least. He doesn't go to Konoha High, right?"
"No. He goes to school on the reservation."
Kyuubi is a native of the Konoha. That means that long before Konoha became such a wilderness attraction sight, it used to be a village owned and run by the traditions of the natives before the invaders tarnished their land. At least, that's what I assumed and summarized from history class. I really don't know anything else about the native's history. I think I was told once but I don't remember it very well.
"Right, of course. It would have been nice to know at least one person."
He shrugs. "I'm sure you can make new friends to occupy yourself. After today unless you're willing to make the hour drive, you won't be able to see him as often as you'd like."
Sadly enough, there's the truth in that. But after the dinner choice, not so sure I would mind that.
It's the first day of school and already I have a teacher I do not like.
"My youthful students! We have a new member to our family. I want you all to treat him kindly and give him as much youthful love as you can! Now, my youthful student, introduce yourself to your new brothers and sisters!" he yells into the room like an MC for a wrestling match, and what the hell does he mean by 'youthful' and 'brothers and sisters'?
With a monotone voice, I answer, "My name is Hatake Sasuke. It's very nice to meet you all." If there is a god up there, strike me down and spare me this humiliation.
Yesterday after the airport, Kakashi and I arrived at my new home and we unloaded my stuff. He offered to carry my bags but I convinced him to let me take them up myself. Then he gave me space to settle down in my old room – which he changed a bit with a bigger bed and a bigger desk. The good thing about Kakashi, he doesn't hover. But seeing how my room barely changed since the last time I lived in there with the posters of bands I used to like, the same color bed sheets, and pictures of my younger days everywhere I turned, I felt bad for not seeing him for so long so he can get to know the current me. With money I was saving for a new car, which I no longer have to worry about getting, now I know what I'm going to do with all of that extra money – remodeling my room and groceries. I also checked his refrigerator for a small snack before dinner. He hardly has anything but cans of oocha tea and whole eggplants. I also found left over miso eggplant as well. I had a feeling that when I decided to live with him, I would have to cook the meals and clean. Good thing I already learned how to do that when mom would be too busy working or I simply had nothing else to do. So today, my goal is to go to the groceries store to stock up and try to find a bed store for new sheets and comforter. Plain white is not going to cut it for me anymore.
Before I unpacked, however, I called mom. I promised her I would call as soon as I land, and I was expecting to do that since I thought Kakashi would take three hours to pick me up, but to cease the chances of her having a heart attack at Amegakure, better call her as soon as I arrived home. I got lectured for that after I eased her fears of her thinking that my plane crashed or I was raped by some psycho on the way there. Along her ranting, she figured out that after looking at the time and realizing I was already in the heart of Konoha in her old home Kakashi picked me up as soon as my plan landed. She went into shock and that was another thing I had to calm her down about. It's amazing how much drama a woman can make over a phone call.
Soon, dinner came and it was battle of the stomachs at Ichiraku's. I said it before, I can say it again; I wasn't really thrilled to eat ramen as my first meal in Konoha. So when I ate, the amount I consumed as the same as any amount of food I usually consumed form any restaurant – which was fifteen bowls. Kakashi made the comment that he'd forgotten how much I could eat and Kyuubi made himself sick after the thirteenth. As I helped him barf in the back, a thought did cross my mind about if I should have just letting him win the little challenge got so fixated about. But thinking about it over, I wouldn't let him win even if I wasn't so thrilled about what we were eating.
That was last night and I'd have to admit that it was nice to having a 'welcoming party' which ended with Kyuubi sick but now here I am at Konoha High and I'm in my first class of the day; Anatomy and Physiology – and my teacher is Might Guy. That is a weirdest name I have ever heard in my life and I'm absolutely positive that he came to this village after I moved away. I would have remembered him and avoided him at all costs.
"Alrighty then! Please take your seat to the first open desk you see!"
Guy, you have officially signed in on my annoying list. Please do well to survive by not pissing me off.
Walking towards the first open desk I can see, I can feel every pair of eyes on me. I did my best not to make eye contact with anyone – for the precaution of gaining more attention than I already needed.
From experience at my old schools, I was told I'm attractive and then a fan-club would be made in my honor. I never really had one here though, from what I've recalled. I actually never went to school here. Iruka was Kyuubi's and my homeschooled teacher when we were children. Another issue that Tsunade argued with Kakashi about. Then there was a year of middle school and a fan-club was made in less than a week. I still have traumatizing memories of those times. My only hope is they've calmed down over the years and are too absorbed with their own boyfriends to worry about me.
Yet again regardless of that fact, fan-clubs are made even by girls who have boyfriends.
As soon as I sat down, Guy starts preaching about something but I just sit there and block him out. He was only talking about daily news anyway that the school apparently posts every morning. Ask me how I know that. I dare ya.
"Hatake Sasuke."
Looking to the side, the person sitting next to me is the one who called me and someone who I haven't seen just as long as I haven't been in Konoha. "Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes?"
Looking at him up and down, I register his looks to match with a name I'm sure I remember. Neck length snow white hair, creamy tan skin, slightly buff body but still lean none the less, childish teasing violet eyes, a devilish toothy grin on his face, and a big water battle before him on the desk. He should take that saying back because he's the real sight for sore eyes.
"Hozuki Suigetsu?" I asked, sounding confident but I want to make sure he is who I'm thinking of.
His grin widens and he presents himself, "The one and only. Four years and you're still as gorgeous as ever."
Oh wow. There is another person I know in this school. Hozuki Suigetsu was actually my best friend in middle school that one year I attended. He reminded me a lot of Kyuubi so her personality was comfortable to be around with and I supposed anyone could say that I just felt drawn to it since they were so similar. But he wasn't the only friend I had that one year. Him and a girl named Karin. She was one of the girls that had a crush on me but she was the most courageous out of all of them to try and befriend me. The others rather stalked me. That makes me wonder if she's here too.
"Three and a half," I correct him. "You sure haven't change."
But I think I'll ask him about that later. Or just find that out for myself after class since I didn't catch any sight of red hair in this room.
"What are you talking about? I'm taller, I'm better good-looking, and I'm finally legal to drive my brother's fishing boat when we gotta work."
"Am I supposed to congratulate you on your success, then?"
"You can as your 'thank you' gift for being welcomed back into the village."
Like Kyuubi, half of the things he says doesn't make sense. "I never thought I needed permission to be welcomed here."
He raised a brow to that. "I would have thought traveling around the world would have made you more appreciative of what you left behind, Sasuke."
Ahem
Looking up, Guy's looking at us and he asks, "Children, do you wish to share some of your youthful conversation with the class? If not, then pay attention!"
When he said that last part, I thought for sure flames were burning behind him and in his eyes. Many of the students backed away when he did that; even Suigetsu. I just sat there, wondering how the heck that is possible. The guy next to me replies, "No. We're good."
"Alrighty then," Guy replies, fire calmed down and a sparkling smile gleaming from his face. What the? "My youthful students, turn to page 102 in your books and we shall begin the lecture. Turn with the power of youth!"
Guy, you just made top of my list.
Obeying him, the class takes out their books and turns to the page as quickly as they can. Do they actually take him literally? This may be my first day but I have my books. Kakashi ordered them for me ahead of time so I wouldn't have to borrow anyone's. Again, thank you Kakashi, because if I had to ask a book from a girl, nine times out of ten she would faint and never use the book again because it has been 'blessed with my touch'. –shiver–
Taking out my note book as well, I wrote one thing at the corner before I turned to the desired page in my text book. Moving it closer to Suigetsu, he notices it and he reads it. I wrote 'congratulations' up at the corner.
"Oh my gosh, I heard the rumors but I never…Eek!"
Give me one good reason why I didn't see this coming. Standing there before her, I just let Karin take a good look at me as I could see the excitement literally bubbling right out of her. We had five minutes to prepare for our second class of the day and Suigetsu decides to drag me to a few certain lockers so I could reunite with 'long-time-no-see' middle-school friend. When Karin couldn't take it anymore, she just leaps up and hugs me like she hasn't seen me in a decade.
"Oh Sasuke, it's so good to see you again! I thought we would be parted forever!" Again, why are girls so overly dramatic?
What I noticed that when she hugged me, every passing female had their eyes on us – glaring or in shock. Oh great.
"Alright, Karin, enough." Gratefully, Suigetsu pulls Karin off of me and I was able to breathe again. "Let's not suffocate him on his first day of school."
"Oh back off, water boy," she barks as she knocks his hand off her shoulder. "Don't ruin the moment for me." Well, she always was snappy one in the group, especially to Suigetsu.
I know what they're going to do, regardless of the situation. They are going to start bickering like an old married couple. That I didn't miss and need to watch right now. But when I turned my eyes away as they start bickering at each other, I see two people who definitely caught my attention. Walking down the hallway like super models or movie actors going down the red carpet, two people stroll through as if they owned the hallway hand in hand – two guys. In a way, they reminded me of a child and a doll. That's because one of them– with short, stylish shaggy cut valentine red hair and deep bark brown eyes that almost appear almost empty or deeply lost in thought– has a blank expression like a calm, stoic, always analyzing every single thing kind of guy whereas the other one– long golden hair that sparkles under the simple lighting of the hallway, some of it that's tied up on the side of his head into a ponytail while another some of it hides away half of his face like a curtain, and big, childish bright sky blue eyes – looks like he's leading the 'doll' through the school grounds to their next destination while his curling lips speak unmoving, or just too fast for me to see. By the shape of their facial features, I can tell that they're not related but they're the same height, the same lean muscle body shape, and the same ghostly pale skin tone. Their pale skin surprised me the most. Almost like porcelain statues that can move and walk with steps as soft and silent as feathers. I almost questioned the idea if they're walking at all but just gliding right on top of the floor. The 'doll' kept his eyes looking forward, I'm wondering if he's listening to the guy walking with him at all, while as the 'child' keeps his adoring, innocent eyes focused on him at all times; oblivious to the possibility he could walk into someone on the way. They didn't tear their eyes away for anything. Not even to me staring at them. I was looking at them like I was trying to figure out why a couple of two obviously beautiful works of art are in this dump. They looked more like they kind of people that the paparazzi were going to pounce on the second.
"Sasuke!"
Whoa! How long have I've been staring?
"Yeah?" I replied, to any of the two who called me.
Suigetsu raises a brow before looking over my shoulder as Karin asks like she didn't notice anything. "What class do you have next?"
From memorizing my schedule earlier this morning when I was just sitting in my 'new' car, I answer, "English. Writing for Competency." She squeals again.
"That's my next class! Yea!" She grabs my arm and starts pulling me into the same direction those other two were heading. "I'll escort you there. Let's go!"
At least someone is excited about my return but now I'm starting to regret it a bit.
"So you saw the Uchihas, Sasuke?"
The Uchihas?
Karin stopped pulling and I looked over to Suigetsu, confused. Probably by reading my expression, he has that same smug look on his face as always. But who are the Uchihas?
Ring!
Guess I gotta find that out later.
"Come on, we're going to be late!" Karin tries to say to me before pulling me again. I turned back to Suigetsu and he just waves 'bye' to us. But before he turns away to his next class, I mouth one word to him while I could still capture his attention.
'Later.'
UchihaNightwish: Ugh! I'm done!
Sasuke: Now seriously…what the hell...?
Itachi: You're giving Sasori and Deidara our last names?
UchihaNightwish: In case you haven't notice, you don't have a lot of relatives your age. At least your parents are the original Uchihas!
Sasuke: And why is Kyuubi 'Jacob'? I was expecting Naruto.
UchihaNightwish: I have a reason for this! And if this all works out, Naruto is not coming until my version of 'Eclipse'.
Naruto: THAT LONG?
UchihaNightwish: Whoa! Where did you come from?
Itachi: Please review and UchihaNightwish again swears that she will try harder to update sooner. Until next time.
