A/N: Because of the stories's "popular demand", I decided to update as soon as possible. I really hope you enjoy this chapter, I know a lot of people might have different things in mind for what they expected the story to be like, but I refuse to change the way it is written. Please follow and review!
Chapter 2
A bright light wakes me up, and my swollen eyes slowly begin to open. I can hear a door opening and heavy footsteps. What's going on? Where am I?
"Naruto, wake up!"
Iruka? This wasn't usually how Iruka would get me out of bed. What if I got drunk at the party and a friend drove me home? I think back to what happened at Sakura's party. What the hell went down last night? All I can remember is...Sasuke and...
"It's time for school! Wake up!"
This time, my eyes are fully open. I feel ice cold liquid on my neck and it's trickling down to my shirt collar. What the hell?!
"What are you doing?", I yell as I scramble out of bed.
"The real question is, what are you doing?! Why aren't you dressed?!", he asks as he waves the empty water bottle in his hand like a flag.
I glare at him, as if he was a stranger in my house. "It's Saturday", I remind him.
He looks at me as if I've grown an extra head. "Have you lost your damn mind?"
Iruka rarely ever swears. He's patient, and refrains from using foul language, even though I'm seventeen years old and not five.
"I was at a party last night", I say slowly. "Yesterday was Friday...today is-"
I'm interrupted by hysterical laughter. "Yeah! That's one crazy dream you had there kiddo!"
I narrow my eyes at him, and he keeps laughing at me. Why is he being such a jerk?!
"It wasn't a dream!", I snap impatiently.
He rolls his eyes at me and points to my school uniform. "Get dressed. I don't have time to play games with you, Menma"
Menma? Who the hell is Menma?!
"My name is-"
I cut myself off before he can get any angrier with me.
"What was that young man?"
I bite the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from lashing out. "Nothing"
He chuckles, and I clench my hand into a fist. What the hell is going on? Today is Saturday. I don't have school today...And why is Iruka being so mean?!
"Party? Ha!", he says as he walks out the door. "You crack me up Menma! Like anyone would invite you to a party!"
I can feel chest clench from the cruel words. My name isn't Menma and I have plenty of friends!
"Be downstairs by seven",
The door shuts, and loneliness engulfs me. Who am I? This can't be...the life I've been living. This doesn't feel like my home...
I walk over to my calendar, and see that it's still on the month of September. Twenty four days are crossed off in blue ink. What the hell?! It's supposed to be November first! I rush over to my school uniform and touch the soft fabric. This is...this can't be real.
I begin to pace back and forth in my room, trying to figure out just what was going on. After passing the mirror a few times, I begin to notice something different about myself. What the hell is on my face? Three equally lengthed lines lay on my both sides of my cheeks. I run my fingertips across them, wondering if it'll be enough to get them off. Why won't they come off?! I begin to rub my hands on my face, but still, it's no use. Maybe I can wash them off...
I put on my school uniform and comb my hair so it looks as neat as possible. Then, I head to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. Even after nearly scrubbing the skin off my cheeks, the markings are still there. What the hell!?
I wipe my face off with a fuzzy green towel and head down the stairs. I see Iruka in the kitchen doing the dishes, and I figured it wouldn't be a bad time to ask.
"Hey Iruka?", I ask cautiously.
"What is it", he grumbles.
"I was wondering if you knew what happened to my face"
He stops his task to turn around and face me. "You mean those freaky whisker marks?"
I flinch at how harshly he had said it. It made me feel like I was some kind of strange species.
"Yes", I retort dryly.
He turns away from me and returns to washing the plates. "I would tell you to ask your mother, but she's not here now is she?"
There's mockery in his tone, and I'd never felt so insulted in my entire life. Even Sasuke couldn't make me feel this angry. I was speechless.
"Bye", I choke out before I rush out of the house to head to school.
I figured the long walk would help me calm down.
When I walk through the doors of the large building, nothing feels normal. In fact, being at school feels just as abnormal as being at home. Why does everything feel so funny? I still don't understand why it's September 25th...and I still don't know what happened at Sakura's party...if there was even a party at all.
"Naruto!"
I look to my side and see Gaara heading towards me with a smile on his face. Is he really...smiling?
"How's it going buddy?", he says before putting his fist out.
Cautiously, I bump the fist, and his smile grows larger. "Nice day outside isn't it?"
I nod my head, and he gives me a confused look. "What's wrong? You seem kind of...off"
I bite my lip and try to figure out how to explain myself. "I feel a bit...out of place", I begin.
"What do you mean?"
I sigh, and his distressed look worsens. "I don't know, I feel like…ever since Sakura's party"
He raises a red eyebrow at me, and at that moment, I knew he was going to accuse me of being crazy.
"Who's Sakura?"
My jaw almost dropped, and I couldn't believe my ears. "Who's Sakura?", I repeat as if he'd just asked me what a toaster was. "Sakura Haruno?", I ask again.
"I've never heard of her", he says sheepishly.
"Pink hair, pale skin, athletic build...bright green eyes the color of emeralds", I say as I begin to imagine her as if she were standing right in front of me.
"Oh...her...I've seen her around", he says sounding a little confused. "She's usually alone...I didn't know she through parties?"
This is not Konoha High School. These are not the people I've been with for so long. I need to figure out what's going on...I need to talk to someone...But who?
"Well", I say to try and save myself from sounding insane. "It was a small party. Just a few people…"
"Oh", he says with disappointment. "It probably wasn't all that"
I nod my head slowly. "Nothin' special. Good, clean fun"
He chuckles before walking away. "Well, I gotta get to class. I don't want to be late. Neither do you"
"See you later", I say as I walk to my first period class.
Sasuke's in my first period class, maybe I should...talk to him?...No...what would that do?! He hates my guts. I turn a corner, and almost bump into someone. But he was the last person I saw at Sakura's party.
I walk past a group of guys, and notice that they're bullying a student. Assholes. Someone oughta teach them a lesson.
"Hey!", I shout at the group surrounding the student much smaller than them. "Pick on someone your own size!"
The group just stares at me, before looking back at the person who appeared to be their leader. Their "leader" gave them a look of worry, and the cowardly men scurried off to class. Bastards.
The small student is covering his face, and I didn't understand why until I got closer to him. He's bleeding. I've got to get him to the nurse.
"Hey, it's gonna be alright. I'm gonna get you to the nurse"
He turns away from me, and I really started to feel bad for him. It's okay little freshman. You're gonna get the help you need.
I put my hand on his shoulder, which apparently, made him feel uncomfortable. "Fuck off, don't touch me!"
I quickly take my arm off his shoulder. Odd...this guy kind of sounds like...He turns towards me before yelling at me again. "I didn't ask for your help! Go to class why don't you?"
"K-Kiba?", I ask nervously.
His eyes widen, and he gives me a look of suspicion. "How do you know my name?"
I blink a few times before stuttering like a maniac. "Well- I…we used to sort of…"
His brow furrows, and I can tell he's growing impatient with me.
"Stay away from me", he hissed before running away.
Why the hell is he so short and scrawny? Kiba's supposed to be a giant...almost as tall as Sasuke!
"Uzumaki", a dark and familiar voice booms.
I turn around and see that it's Genma, the school security guard.
"Where are you supposed to be?"
He's never this impatient...even with the bad kids.
"I'm heading to class now", I say nervously.
He scoffs, as if what I'd just said is a big fat lie. "I'll walk with you. I want to make sure you get there"
I give him a dirty look. "What, you don't trust me?"
He rolls his eyes and saunters over to me. "Why would I trust a trouble maker like you?"
He was right, I was a trouble maker. But I was a troublemaker that didn't get caught. So the fact that he had accused me of being one shocked me.
"Fine. Follow me to class. I don't care"
We walk side by side, and every once in a while he'd glance over at me as if I was going to pull a knife on him.
"This is my class", I say impatiently.
"Good", he says without much of a care. "Now open the door and get inside"
I resist the urge to punch him in the face as I twist the door knob and enter. The whole class stares at me, and I knew that I must've had some type of reputation I didn't know about.
"That jackass", I hear someone whisper.
I scan the room for anything that seems strange. Hinata? She winks at me before blowing a large blue bubble with her full pink lips and popping it loudly. Hinata Hyuga?
It wasn't like her to cake on makeup; and all the top buttons of her dress shirt were unbuttoned, giving everyone a good glimpse of an unnecessary amount of cleavage. Her long black hair is pulled back into a high ponytail, revealing a pair of large, silver hoop earrings. It was a look that screamed "defiant badass", and to complete the risque image, her skirt was obviously way too short. Yeah, I am definitely not on earth anymore.
Next to her was Ino, who was dressed similarly. The only difference was that it was normal for Ino to look so provocative...Hinata kept her shirt buttoned up to the last button, and the hemline of her skirt was never anywhere above the knee.
"Take a seat behind Sasuke, Menma", the teacher says calmly.
I pass down each row, and notice that people weren't seated in the usual seating arrangement. But it's not like I was going to complain about it. It was the least of my worries. Menma...of all the names, why Menma? And why September 25th? And what's up with Hinata?
I do a double take when I see Sai and Suigetsu sitting next to each other. They give me mischievous looks and I narrow my eyes at them. What the hell are they doing here? Why hasn't the teacher said anything to them? Or did they get switched into this class somehow?
I take a seat, and the teacher goes back to the board and immediately starts the lesson. She babbles on and on for about five or ten minutes, and I can slowly begin to feel myself checking out. Damn, this is so boring! I can't believe I have to start the week all over again! I bet she's going to teach the same lesson too! As if it wasn't boring enough the first time!
The teacher wrote on the board for what felt like forever, and to make things even worse, every time I looked at the clock it would give me an incorrect time. It's not 3:20 dammit! I just got here! Why the hell is this happening!?
"Mr. Uzumaki, staring at the clock every minute won't make the class go by any faster. Please pay attention"
The class snickers, and I cross my arms defiantly. God, even the teachers are suspicious of me. She turns back to the board, and I try to concentrate on my work. I surprisingly end up taking some decent notes, but my concentration goes down the drain when I notice that the seating arrangement has changed. I thought Sasuke was sitting behind me? What is he doing all the way in the front of the class? I turn around and see Suigetsu taking notes. He looks up from his notebook and blows me a sarcastic kiss. It only makes me even more angry.
"What the hell are you doing behind me?", I whisper.
He rolls his eyes and looks back up at the board. "I'm taking notes. Unlike you, I actually want to pass this class and graduate"
The ironic thing was that Suigetsu didn't give a rats ass about school. So it was funny to hear him say that he actually wanted to pass something. I guess this is how things are in whatever world I've been thrown into...everyone's the exact opposite of how they actually are. I think back to my conversation with Gaara. So Gaara's a happy go lucky person, Kiba's a shrimp, Sakura's a loner, Hinata's promiscuous, Suigetsu's school focused, Ino is...the same, I think, and Sai is…
l look around the room for him, and spot him in the front row staring at the teachers behind. Still gay.
"Actually, I do plan on passing this class", I snap back at him quietly.
He snorts. "I'd like to see you try"
I snap my head around to the chalkboard. I'll show him. I pick up my pencil and begin to catch up on the notes. I'll show all these people that I'm not the guy they think I am. The speed at which I'm taking notes begins to hurt my hands and I decide to take a small break from writing. That should be good for now.
Unexpectedly, I feel a finger going down the side of my neck. Oh great, who the hell is behind me now. I turn around and see Hinata giving me a flirtatious smile. I respond by give her an irritated look.
"I would appreciate it if you did not distract me during class", I say as quietly and as patiently as possible.
She leans in closely and whispers in my ear. "You're quite the distraction yourself"
I try my best not to react to the flirtatious remark and make a strong attempt to reply calmly. "Please do not touch me again"
I never thought I'd ever say those words to a girl as attractive as Hinata Hyuga, but I didn't want to get called out by the teacher again.
"But your skin is so smooth and tan, I just had to touch it", she says cutely. "And you know who else likes smooth and tan skin?"
I refuse to reply to her question that was probably rhetorical.
"Sasuke", she whispers seductively.
My skin crawls, and I notice that Sasuke is no longer in the front of the room but two seats away from me to my left.
"He wants, and is going to, fuck the life out of you", she purrs closely to my ear. "And I'm going to make sure I get to see every. single. thrust."
I hold back a growl that is threatening to crawl up my throat. "And just what makes you think I'd let that happen", I hiss.
"Because you want it to happen just as much as he does", she whispers playfully. "You just don't know it yet"
I pull my chair closer to my desk and complete the last set of notes on the board. The teacher stops yapping about whatever english explorer I didn't give a shit about and started passing out a packet that did not look short at all.
"You will work on this with the person behind you until the bell rings", he says boredly. "And since you obviously will not be able to complete this, I expect this to be finished by tomorrow"
You've got to be kidding me. She gives me a suspicious look before dropping the packet onto my desk. The front page consisted of words in a print that was too small for the average person to see, and paragraphs that were too long to even be called paragraphs.
"As usual, failure to complete the assignment will earn a zero next to your name in my grade book, so I suggest that you do the work if you don't want your grade to drop by ten percent", he says strictly. "And some of you really can't afford to go from a fifty three to a forty three"
He looked directly at me when he said that before moving to the next desk. So apparently I'm already failing in this dimension. I decide to ignore the rude comment, and look behind me to see if Hinata was still there, which of course, she wasn't.
"Lucky me, I get to work with the second cutest guy in class", Ino says flirtatiously.
I roll my eyes at the blond and reply without thinking thoroughly. "Oh, so who's the first?", I ask teasingly.
She gives me a look on interest before I defend myself. "Not that I care too much...I just wanted to know"
She giggles, and her laugh possess the same cuteness it did the night at Sakura's party...which I'm sure by now has happened whether people believe me or not.
So she appears to be the same as she was yesterday, and Sasuke and Sai appear to be the same too. So maybe, she just might give me some information...even if the clue is completely vague.
"The first cutest one is tall, dark, and handsome", she says in a state of mesmerization.
My eyes travel across the room, but before I even find anyone that remotely fits her description, I've already figured out the answer.
"Sasuke", I say coldly.
She let's out a small laugh. "Almost forgot about him, I guess they both share first place"
I roll my eyes and turn my desk towards hers. "So the only other tall dark and handsome in this room is Sai", I murmur.
She nods her head, and I can tell that she's looking in his direction. Does she not know that he's…
"A lot of people say he's gay, but I don't believe them. I think he'd crack if I made a move on him, don't you think?"
She thinks Sai would do anything sexual with her?! Sai is the most openly gay person I have ever met in my life. I actually think he tries to seem gayer than he really is...but he's still gay and extremely perverted!
"I can't agree with you on this one", I grumble. "But I applaud your ambition"
She twirls a strand of perfect blond hair. "Thanks. Ambition is what I'm known for", she says with a toothpaste commercial perfect smile. "Speaking of my ambitions", she begins. "As you know, I throw the biggest parties out of everyone in the entire school"
Hm, so she's replaced Sakura' popularity in this world. Nobody ever really went to the parties Ino through...she'd always try to throw them on the same night as Sakura's parties, but everyone would rather go to Sakura's than her's. I look down at the small print in front of me. Hell, even she'd ditch her own parties and go to Sakura's.
"And I was wondering if you wanted to come to one on Friday"
I open my mouth to say "No", but somehow, I end up saying something else. "I'll think about it"
She grins before turning her attention back to her work. "I'll take that as a yes"
I read through the text, and find myself being bored to tears. Well maybe if I go to the party on Friday, I'll find my way out of here...what a positive thought!
