Authoress' Note: Another chappie! :3 I'm really excited about this story… Also I have nothing better to do! As you may have noticed, this story contains yaoi, boyxboy love blahdy blah blah, so don't like don't read. Enjoy! :D

To YellowxRed makes Orange: It may seem that way… But not everything is as it seems, ne?

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Various books slipped out of the open pocket of the raven's backpack as he angrily threw it on the couch. Itchy fabric brushed his pale skin as he pulled off his school blazer and unbuttoned the top three silver buttons of his dress shirt. Icy cool water slid down his throat, causing him to moan from relief. The day sucked to say the least. After the incident on the roof, Sasuke couldn't stop thinking about the blonde, whose name he still didn't know. He'd heard a few students referring to him as Naruto, but he couldn't be sure.

Said nameless blonde was too busy stuffing his face with instant Ramen in a cup to think about silly things like boys, even if that boy was Sasuke Uchiha, the hottest man in the history of the world (at least in Naruto's eyes). In the distance a door opened and closed. Iruka sensei, his legal guardian stepped through the threshold to come face to face with his godson.

"You were late to class again today, Naruto," Iruka said firmly, hands on his hips. "One more time and you'll get a detention!"

Naruto looked at Iruka from under his thick eyelashes. He gulped before speaking, "I wasn't late! I got there before the bell rang, did I not?"

Iruka sighed. "You're supposed to be in the classroom before the bell rings!" They'd had this argument every day since Naruto started high school. It seemed that once he hit grade nine, all responsibility flew out the door.

"Then what's the point of having it?" Naruto retorted.

Defeated, Iruka sighed once again before grabbing a banana and walking to his bedroom. Naruto grinned at yet another victory of someone who was supposed to be smarter than himself. He quickly swallowed the rest of his after school snack. Once finished, he climbed the creaky wooden stairs and sauntered down to his room.

Meanwhile, Sasuke was brooding on the black leather of his living room couch. Even then, after he'd eaten a bit of food and gone nearly five hours without seeing the blonde, Sasuke was thinking about him. The nameless teen was like a disease—once it's there, you're never getting rid of it.

Both boys took their places at the desks in their respective rooms. Desk lamps clicked on, light flooding the papers, books, pens, and pencils strewn across the wooden surface. Naruto picked up a pen and began his chemistry homework while Sasuke picked up a pencil and started his advanced calculus work.

Three hours later, the teens leaned back against their chairs with hands folded behind their heads, spiky hair tickling their palms. Homework was done, as was dinner for the two starved boys. Trotting down their homes' stairs, they thought of one another; Naruto imagined running his tan hands through Sasuke's messy black locks; Sasuke pictured Naruto tied to a bed, naked, with a gag in his mouth.

Sasuke face palmed mentally when his mind resorted to naughty thoughts of the blonde boy, whereas Naruto smiled at the thought of Sasuke wanting to be his boyfriend.

To anyone else, the two boys seemed like classmates, acquaintances. But on the inside, lust and the deep feeling of a crush boiled in their hearts.

Words slurred together with laughter and the sound of lockers slamming shut as Sasuke made his way to first period. That morning, instead of dropping him off extremely early like the previous day, Itachi left him at school with only two minutes before class started. He could make it to class in two minutes, but he liked to be the first student there so he could get the back right corner seat. The raven could already guess that Naruto had taken his newly found spot—in fact, the idea was inevitable.

Sure enough, as Sasuke walked into class right as the bell rang, he saw blonde locks in the back of the classroom. Cursing, the made his way to the seat next to the boy of his interest. Sasuke would've gladly taken a seat in the front if it meant not having to be near the blonde, but every other seat was filled.

At the blackboard, Iruka eyed Sasuke suspiciously. The teacher pushed away his thoughts and began lecturing about infinitive verbs. All through his excessive explanation, Naruto doodled. Blue eyes wandered to Saskue's desk. Naruto noticed Sasuke hurriedly jotting down what Iruka said word for word.

"Jeez, you don't have to remember everything he says," Naruto muttered, hoping Sasuke heard him.

The blonde only received a fierce glare in return. Naruto held his hands up in mock-surrender.

"Yes, Naruto?" Iruka was standing two meters in front of the rude boy. "You had a question?"

Naruto rubbed the back of his head nervously. "Eh, no, I was, em, stretching?"

Iruka gave him a stern look before returning to his teaching.

After English, Sasuke darted from the classroom in an attempt to get rid of Naruto. But Naruto made it his mission to make Sasuke his friend and just would not give up.

The blonde was practically glued to Sasuke's side as the two walked to the raven's locker. Naruto spoke, but all Sasuke heard was annoying buzzing. Even with their proximity, the Uchiha ignored Naruto—or at least tried to.

"…and Kiba's having a party tomorrow night! You have to go with me, Sasuke!" Naruto poked his new found 'friend' in the side and giggled.

Sasuke looked at Naruto blankly. "I don't even know your name."

With those words, Sasuke left Naruto standing in the now empty halls, his mouth gaping open, resembling a fish. "It's Uzumaki… Naruto," he whispered sadly.

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