(Forgive me any of my mistakes involving the Romanized Japanese I'm using!)

A/N-So, I realized that my initial writing was a bit long, nearly 3,000 words. I went ahead and cut it in half and decided that I'd post them both at the same time anyway. Here is the second part then. Enjoy!

Warning: Yaoi/Shonen-ai (later), language, most likely violence or gore (mostly blood).

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Sasuke and Kishimoto-sensei have that priveledge!

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Kixyuuketsuki

Chapter 2: Band of Rejects

They may have moved out of the city, but the town was far from being completely rural. The academy is what astounded him the most, for it was an overly large and beautiful high school, with a huge gardened front and several big buildings connected to the even larger main structure. Indeed, Konohagakure was a lovely place, one that he felt more comfortable in than the previous places he had used. Obviously, he held no need to seek any further education after how many times he had repeated this cycle, however, he did appear to look quite young. After only seventeen human years his life had been taken from him, which made this his... un-life? Ha. His sense of humor betrayed how quirky his personality truly was, despite all the unsociable displays he used as a façade. He was never a depressed child, in fact he was very full of life and energy, any pun is truly unintended. Even so, he had always looked young for his age, yet he needed to start trying to convince the ath

He walked across the sizeable parking lot and to what appeared to be a main office of some sort, where he picked up a copy of his prearranged schedule from a rather sweet looking woman, despite his choice of fashion, who had protested that he refer to her as Kurenai. Leaving the office and passing through two glass double doors, he trailed his way across the hallways, discreetly 'listening' for the name of the teacher he knew would undoubtedly be spoken several times during homeroom before first period began. He found that maps were strictly for humans, and chuckled throatily as he gracefully turned a sharp corner and elegantly strode into a classroom labeled Rm. #137: Umino Iruka.

Upon entering the classroom, he was ignored – for exactly 10.4 seconds. He felt a bit uncomfortable as the room went still and quiet to all stare at the new student with wide, curious eyes. There weren't a larger number of people in this specific room and each seemed quite different from the next. Perhaps this was a more diverse school, as it had claimed to be, he mused.

The teacher, a nice fellow with a cheerfully sincere grin and chocolate brown hair pulled up in a high ponytail, said, "Ah! You must be Sasuke-kun. Welcome to Konohagakure, and if there is anything I can do to help with anything please don't hesitate to let me know!"

Sasuke should have been sickened by how sweetly happy the man was but couldn't help but turn just to him, to effectively block the class's view of him, and grace him with a small gentle smile, "Arigato, Umino-sensei."

At this, Sasuke bowed his head slightly in respect, bringing an even more radiant smile to Iruka's face, "Please, call me Iruka-sensei. All my students do."

"Very good, Umino-sensei, but begging your pardon I would prefer to not break with tradition," he turned to go find a seat but looked back over his shoulder to add, "Thank you, though."

Sasuke's hips rolled languidly, as they were wont to do without any conscious thought on his part, and he sank fluidly into one of the chairs, pulling his bag around and onto the desks surface as he sat. He had discreetly noticed several of the students as he had chosen a place to seat himself while he waited. He had decided on the middle column he had been standing in front of, because there were individual desks in this particular classroom although, he had seen rooms with large tables in them. A few desks off to his right housed a group of students, whose voices were audibly gaining in volume once again.

The one at the center of commotion was a rather animated blonde wearing an obnoxious orange shirt with some unknown band splashed across it, a long sleeve black shirt below, and various cuffs and bracelets, jingling as well as covered in spikes and studs, as he waved his arms about trying to convey something to his companions. A girl, with an interesting shade of pink hair – like bubblegum – was listening avidly, a wide smile spread over her face. She leaned forward, almost exposing a copious amount of cleavage to the room and whisper giggled something in the blonde's ear.

The blonde's eyes widened dramatically and he shyly glanced at Sasuke, incredibly bright, cerulean blue eyes giving their full effect and almost catching the startled brunettes heart in his chest – ha, and he hadn't even known he was breathing.

The boy stood and walked over to Sasuke and sat down in the desk in front of him, his legs straddling the chair as he sat in it backward. He then rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, looking slightly embarrassed.

"Hi," the blonde said. Sasuke waited.... and sure enough, cue big stupid grin. "Uh... so you're Sasuke, is that what Iruka-sensei said? We just wanted to give you a warm welcome. I'm Naruto!" And with this he reached stretched his arm out, offering his hand to the blank faced Uchiha.

Naruto's grin wavered a bit, as his hand lowered a little. "Hn," was the noncommittal answer Sasuke gave as he raised both eyebrows at the annoyance in front of him. What's the point? They all turn on you in the end. End? Never will there be an end... The thought made his heart break just a little more.

Sasuke sighed a much put upon sigh, trying to ease the knots that were rapidly growing in number in his back.

"You don't have to be a dick you know. I was just trying to be nice. I know how hard it can be to come to a new school and... I-I just wanted to try to help you make a friend. It makes it bearable sometimes, when you have someone who understands," the boy was staring a little too intently into his face for comfort.

"Fine. Sasuke," with that he took Naruto's hand, raised it once, and let it drop. It happened to be the first mistake of that day, however. A spark, like electricity, jolted simultaneously down a pale and tanned arm alike. "Maybe you should go back to your band of rejects now."

Naruto was slow to react. "Ha, ha must have been static," he laughed nervously. He got up, "Yeah, maybe I should. You seem like you could use to put your head down and take a nap anyway, teme. Anyone ever told you that you look half dead?" He revealed something even more distracting, a shiny tongue ring he showed off as he laughed, sticking his tongue out and pulling the underside of his eye down, on the way back to his seat.

However, dark pools of onyx brimming with hidden crimson, threatening to spill over and drown him, widened farther than they should have been able to.

What!? Half dead...?

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So as usual, Reviews make the world go round 3!!! So if you want more, let me know just how much you want more. I realize that Sasuke is a bit.... different. I'm keeping him as in character as a possible, but his personality is being deepened a bit and well....cough,cough.... he appears to be taking on a bit of my own persona...=D