And now…. Chapter 2… it took me a while and a little editing on the rough draft (it's a good thing I had my friend read it before I start typing. She noticed something that I didn't. Thanks Sam!)

Wake-Up Call

When I woke up the next morning, Skye was still there, asleep with a book on her lap. I didn't even want to wonder why she was reading a book even though I know she was dyslexic.

'Heh'

She never leaves me alone during thunderstorms. I didn't really have to tell her to do it; she just knows that I want someone to hold on when I'm scared. Can you say motherly instinct? "Wake up."

"Huh? Oh, hi. Mornin'"

"Mornin' to you to, crazy"

"Ya know, I'm not the one who dragged my best friend in his dorm," She looked at me teasingly.

"So you're saying that you don't have any problems?"

"Yes… that's exactly what I'm trying to say—"

Apparently, her answer was a bit interrupted by an extremely loud "SASUKE-KUUUUNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Skye looked like she was about to murder anything breathing that's close to her, so I scooted away. She has all the rights to look murderous; I hate fangirls as much as the guy next door. Especially these two. (1)

"I thought they ditched you months ago," she half-muttered, half-growled between her teeth.

"Once these fangirls attach to me, I don't think they'll leave me alone in YEARS. But seriously, you have no idea how much I want to kill them now."

"Remind me to bring my special pouch the next time I visit you, m'kay?" she smiled at me in the most terrifying way. And I thought The Uchiha Glare wasn't scary enough.

"I'll remember. In the mean time, I have some smoke bombs in my desk drawer. Get some and throw them out, will you? I need more sleep. Tell them it's a present from me."

"I'd normally tell you to do that by yourself, but getting a chance to see two bitches cough out their guts is WAY more interesting than this book."

"Trust me, there's more than just the smoke," I grinned.

"Ooh~ mischievous Sasuke… you're thinking more and more like me~" she purred as she made her way to my desk.

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Depends… but in my case, it's a VERY good thing," she grinned as she picked up a couple of smoke bombs.

These smoke bombs are about three-fourths of an inch in diameter. I got them for my thirteenth birthday, and I never knew what to use them for. Skye here figured out how to use them.

"Yo bitches!" She screamed out of the window.

I didn't really have to be next to her to know that the two stalkers were shocked to the bone. According to the girls, my room is like a sacred temple. It kind of sounds cool at first, but after a few years, it pisses you off. I mean, everyday, you step out of you room, you step on offerings (food, flowers, clothing… I don't even know what THAT was about), you'd eventually get sick of it. And because my room is oh-so-sacred, when any of the fangirls found out there was a girl in here, they'll… flip out, quite literally.

"WHAT?? WHO ARE YOU!? HOW'D YOU GET IN THERE!!! WHERE'S SASUKE!? OH MY GOD, I SWEAR YOU, IF YOU DO SOMETHING TO HIM, I'LL…"

See? I told you.

"Chill out, you're waking up everyone. Your Sasuke is still a virgin. Here… he said to give these to you," Skye tossed the tiny bombs out.

As soon as they hit the ground, there was a muffled BAM, the sound of girls screaming, and two very, very faint thuds.

"Hn… smoke-screen and sleeping powder. No amnesia dust?" Skye closed the window.

"You think I'd forget?"

"Get you rest, Sasuke-kun…" she mimicked, but as soon as she said it, she muttered something about fangirls, Mount Everest, and Yeti.

"Wake me up in an hour."

"No promises," she left the room to give me my much needed rest.

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Another thing about my school:

They allow weapons.

So in case you were wondering whether Skye would get detention or anything, for your information, to get detention here means maiming another student on purpose. Heck, smoke bombs are sold in the school store.

I have a family katana, Skye has that "special" pouch of hers, Neji has… something… and as far as I know, Kiba has a dog the size of a wolf.

I know… my school is messed up.

We also take courses on self-defense. This is where we can use our weapons to practice on dummies. There are a few different classes, and each student is free to choose which one he or she wants to attend, and there are no limits to how many classes you can attend. I only attend the swords class, and I haven't had a single clue of what Skye has in her pouch because she keeps on moving from one class to another. Normally, after students found a class that they excel the most, they'd stay in that class. But Skye here keeps on moving; archery, swords, martial arts… every class, and still moving around. She keeps on telling me that she "'hadn't found the correct class… yet.'" Actual words.

The teachers and instructors here actually encourage the students to use their weapons outside class, but under one rule: no maiming or killing on purpose. But believe me, if you live my life, you'd have to try to restrain yourself from killing some of the fangirls who tail you around as if they were cats and I'm the only catnip available around. Fangirls are vicious. VICIOUS, I tell you, VICIOUS. (Once, I went out of my dorm unarmed, and they manage rip the socks outta my shoes without actually taking them off. HOW AND WHO DOES THAT?)

But despite the fact how jacked up my school is, I still like it.

And again, my opinions of things change waaaaaay faster that I thought possible.

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I woke up about an hour later at the sound of my alarm clock. I assumed that Skye came back and set the alarm clock to wake me up because she doesn't want to come back and wake me up herself. I was proven right when I read the note with her handwriting next to the alarm that said "Yo. I came back to set the alarm clock to wake you up 'cuz I don't wanna come back to wake you myself. Peace out :D"

Who's the note from?

"It's from Sk…" Wait. No one was with me.

Was it from that blue-haired girl?

"Who are you? Where are you?"

Fufufu… you should know me, Uchiha Sasuke.

The fact that he sounded so familiar would've been enough to freak me out, and add to that he knows my name? Even though I didn't show it, I could've thought I really was crazy.

"You're that blond kid… ghost… whatever… from yesterday"

And the idiot remembers.

"Show yourself." I'm about to give whoever this ghost is a piece of my mind. I don't care what kind of shit anyone throws to me, but saying I'm an idiot is just that low.

As you wish…

A grayish mist enveloped my room, and the next thing I know, I was in the middle of a pretty dim hallway. It wasn't the hallway of the dorms, so I haven't had a clue where I was. I looked around, and when I heard the sloshing sound and looked down, I realized that I was standing in water, almost knee deep.

Follow my voice… you'll find me.

"Wait!" I started running. I ran down the dim hallway, following the voice as instructed.

Stop. See that black door over there on you right?

"Yeah," I panted. I'm not used to running, not especially running around places with a lot of water.

Open it. The mentioned door clicked, and I pushed all the way open to be met by a blast of rushing air. Carefully, I stepped in the dark room, when the whole environment suddenly changed.

It was around night time, probably around 8 or 9 P.M. There were two police cars, an ambulance, and a crowd of people gathered in front of a big house. There was the yellow police line taped on the entrance of the house.

Of course, I had no idea where I was, or in fact, when I was. I tried asking one of the ladies there, but she didn't respond. It was like I was invisible.

It's no use. You're in my past, and almost everyone here doesn't know you. No one can see both of us.

"Wait, so if no one can see me, or… both of us, can you at least show me yourself?"

The air shimmered next to me to reveal the blond ghost I saw yesterday. Everything was the same, except that his mask was tinted a little gray and he looked a bit downcast. Up close, I realized that he has three pairs of whisker-like markings across both of his cheeks. The bright cerulean eyes I saw the other day was replace with a duller color of blue, telling me that it was one bad memory.

"When are we?"

No response.

Nii-san, where's father? A kid asked. His voice reminded me of…

Be patient, Sasuke.

Me. And that must be my brother…

Itachi, the lady next to him said. Go on inside and ask him what's taking so long. He promised he wouldn't work on Sasuke's birthday.

Mother.

Then the memory hit me.

It was the night of my 10th birthday. Father had a sudden case with this family. The younger me had no idea what was going on until Itachi came back out with Father. Of course, the 16-year-old me knows well what was about to happen.

Sorry Sasuke, you have to go home with Mother. Father said he wanted me to help him investigate this case, Itachi said.

Whatever. But can you please tell me what's going on in there? The younger me pleaded.

It's not that easy Sasuke. Mother, here are the keys to the car. Take Sasuke home. I'll call you when I need you to pick me up.

Mother pulled the younger me into the car. When I got in, I looked out to see some medics pull out a gurney. An unconscious, blonde boy with whisker-like markings had both of his arms gauzed up occupied it. I caught a glance at him before Mother drove away.

"That boy in the gurney… that was you, err… what's your name?"

Naruto. I think the boy's name was Naruto. He was going to be the heir after his brother refused it. Naruto… poor kid… he was a good boy, to, one of the ladies said.

I… Naruto started. I died this same night, the night of your birthday, Sasuke. I was only 9. My birthday was coming up on October 10th.

"Then why do you look 16 now?"

Naruto smiled. Until my soul gets to the Other Side, I will continue to age. As soon as I do move on, I'll stop aging and stay I was when I moved on. Get it?

"I… I think so…" Then in a flash, we were back to that dim hallway with the water. "Wow."

Now, you are gonna help me.

"How? And with what?" Now, I'm back in my dorm, all dry.

I… I don't know… his voice murmured in my head before he appeared in front of me, still wearing his white outfit.

"Can you be solid enough so I won't feel weird when I talk to you? You look a bit… gassy… you're kinda transparent-looking right now."

Hold on… a few seconds later, the air shimmered in front of me revealing Naruto that looked more like a human being.

"That's better."

Naruto looked normal, as normal as a teenage ghost could get. He wore a pair of black cargo pants and a plain white t-shirt under a black jacket. He still has the same messy-ish blonde hair, the same bright blue eyes I saw the other day, the same three pairs of whisker-like markings across his cheeks, the same cute face…

Wait…

The same… cute… face? I mentally slapped myself. Two seconds later, I found Naruto blushing.

"What? You can read my mind now?" I muttered. 'He looks cute when he blushes.'

"Well… yeah, sort of…" he replied.

His voice… now don't get me started, but that's the kind of voice someone can drool over any time.

"So now you can talk?"

"Yes… Heh… you think I'm… cute…?"

"Well…"

"You're weird."

Ouch. "Don't remind me."

"OI SASUKE!!! WAKE UP YOU IDI— oh… who's the cute blonde boy?" Skye barged in.

"What the fuck, Skye? Don't you know how to knock?"

"One, watch your language. Two, when it comes to you, I don't and will never knock. And three, introduce me to the boy, will ya?"

Naruto chuckled. "I'm…"

Just when I thought the amnesia dust actually worked and they'll leave me alone…

"SASUKE KUUUNNNN!!!!!!!!"

I hate… absolutely hate… fangirls.

"I know me too," Naruto muttered.

"What?" Skye and I asked.

"No-nothing!"

"Now to get rid of them… mwahahaha… Can I use your smoke bombs?"

"Sure. Knock yourself out. But for once, why can't you use yours?"

"Sasuke, Sasuke… if you really know me, you should know that I've tricked out every one of mine and turn them to deadly weapons," Skye tapped her pouch.

CRASH!

I guess fangirls are one of those impatient people…

"What the hell is that?" Naruto asked.

Looks like they threw in some kind of weapon, and buy just looking at the appearance, I know it's a deadly one. It was fully equipped with spikes, and I could see the edges of the paper bomb sticking out from the bottom.

"It's a bomb, my friend, and don't touch it. Even though it's almost transparent, I can see the wire that's connected to the paper bomb," Skye said. "Sasuke, open the remnants of the window and stay clear out of my way. I can't risk anyone getting hurt with this, so maybe you could just go to the other side of the room."

I did what she told me to do, and I didn't even think of what she was going to d o with the weapon until I've safely hidden myself with Naruto on the opposite corner of where Skye was standing. She was poised behind the sphere, as if ready to kick it out.

And boy was I right about the "kicking out" part.

"That kind of paper bomb detonates whenever the owner of the weapon feels like detonating it. The wire that's attached to it is taut, so if the owner feels any slight movement on it, push or pull, he or she will pull the wire and let all hell loose," Naruto explained.

"No shit, Sherlock; I figured that out on my own," I retorted.

Naruto smiled. "She plans on kicking the weapon out, hoping she won't injure herself while doing so, and when the person who is holding the opposite side of the string feels the tautness of the wire loosening, he or she will pull it, thus making the weapon explode. While doing so, your friend hopes that she'll be able to duck and cover in time."

I glanced at the blond. "Oh right, mind reading powers…" Then I averted my gaze back to Skye. She's played soccer a billion times before, and I know by experience, the stance that she was in was always used only for emergencies. When she does use that stance, the ball goes through the net of the soccer goal without any difficulties. But now, she's using that stance for a totally different purpose; she's trying to save my life by risking her own.

"Sasuke, would you please be kind enough to cover your head? I'm probably gonna blow the ceiling off of your dorm if I'm not careful," she said.

Without any hesitations, I covered my head and pulled Naruto down after I saw a brief glimpse of Skye kicking the spike bomb out.

Everything happened in less than 20 seconds.

I saw her kick and duck, caught a glimpse of the pulled wire and the ignited paper bomb before I actually ducked and covered, I heard screams from the outside, and I caught glimpses of spikes raining in my room. I waited for an "okay" signal from the girl, waited for another two seconds, and emerged from my hiding spot. My room looked like a tornado just hit it; remains of the wooden window on the carpet along with shards of glass strewn everywhere. Oh, and don't forget the spikes in my room.

"That weapon looked real familiar…" Skye mumbled after a few minutes of silence.

"Yeah, it kinda did—wait… only one person has that kind of death machine…"

Both Skye and I looked at each other, knowing well whom to suspect.

"Tenten."

(1) Well, I'm guessing you know which 2 fangirls constantly bug Sasuke.... poor thing.
Rai: Well… that's that… I'm finally done.
Skye: I kicked out a weapon? I so love this story.
Sasuke: You're making me look like I can't defend myself.
Naruto: *laughs* that's because you can't.
Rai: Well, I like to make your life miserable, Sasuke.
Sasuke: Dobe. That was for Naruto.
Naruto: Teme.
Sasuke: DOBE!
Naruto: TEME!
Sasuke: You know what? Let's settle it this way; we'll have a kissing contest, and we'll see who won tongue dominance. I'm pretty sure I'll win.
Naruto: OH YOU'RE SO ON!
Rai: GO GET A ROOM!!!!! Idiots.
Skye: Mkay, letting that awkward scene going on… Naruto, Sasuke, and the mentioned Tenten belong to Masashi Kishimoto. I belong to Rai. Please review!
Rai: Oh, and please, if you're an experienced lemon writer, I'm gonna need your help in the near future. Message me, and I'll try to explain all the details. The smut scenes should come up a bit later in the story, but I'm just not sure when. The written rough draft is finished up to chapter 6 so far, and I'm not even close to the climax or the major plot yet.