Chapter 2 ish here! :3 Only half the length of the last chap though -______- BWAHAHA!!! I HAVE FINALLY FOUND A BETA XD (Cheer with me? :3) This chap is currently unbeta-ed though....couldn't wait to put it up x3- Smortex
Warning: Shonen ai. Boy x Boy, Don't like? Don't read.
Bold- English/expressive
Italics- Flashback/thoughts
"Dialogue"- Spoken Dialogue
Underlined italics- Flashback thinking
Complete Summary: What happens when Naruto, an adorable little punk steps into an expensive, prep-school? And when an arrogant, popular, rich prep happens to fall for him? God have mercy. SasuNaru.
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Time was moving swiftly and Naruto was frightened that two hours would go by far too fast. He needed time to himself. God, alone time sounded simply exhilarating right now!
Side-stepping his luggage, Naruto scanned the room. It was large, thank goodness, with two four-poster beds. The room seemed to be split into two.
On either side there was a bed, a wardrobe, a bookcase, a side table, a wooden chair, and a lamp. On the wall across from the beds, in the middle, was one fireplace and, somewhere off to the corner was a door.
'Hm.' Naruto raised an eyebrow. 'No windows...That's...normal.'
Chewing on his bottom lip, he surveyed the room again, this time, taking in the real differences. There was one major difference between the two parts of the room; one was dusty, completely unused, and looked like it had never been stepped foot in.
That must be his side. The opposite part, though it was freakishly tidy and clean to sparkling perfection, was obviously in use.
The sheets of the bed were made neatly, but instead of sheets with the school crest on them (like the ones on the dirty side of the room), there were black covers, the material looking to be a costly silk.
In the bookcase, there were many old, lengthy texts, probably with thousands of crumbled pages. A few trophies and medals lines one shelf, along with a few pictures and other trinkets.
The wardrobe, he was sure, was filled with too many articles of clothing, as Naruto could see some spilling out of the bottom drawer and thrown over the wooden chair was a long, leather jacket. A few bags were settled into an empty corner and on the side table was an alarm clock resting on a book that had a folded marked page, next to a pen.
Teeth still gnashing into his bottom, plump lip, Naruto brought his things over to the empty side and quickly began to unpack.
Though unpacking was his least favourite thing to do, he shelled a great attempt at doing it neatly, reminding himself he'd be here all year. He hung clothes in the wardrobe and folded the rest into drawers until there wasn't even one sock left in his bag. Pride welling in his chest, he moved on.
He brought a few entertaining books from the orphanage behind Lady's back, but he seriously doubted she'd notice anyway. Shuddering, he continued.
He unwrapped his school books and placed them by the novels, along with a stack of paper. Finishing with that, he came face to face with a handful of toiletries. He was about to grab them when it hit him; where was the bathroom?
Looking around, he located a door and cursed himself for being so thick-headed. Grabbing the stuff, he tentatively knocked, just in case, and received no answer.
He went in. It was an ordinary bathroom, yes, but it was heavenly compared to the ones at the orphanage. His old ones were shower cubicles and rows of sinks and mouldy tiles.
This restroom was Grande with clean, white tile. It had a bathtub standing on brass, clawed feet, and a closed shower with sliding doors. The toilet was on the side and across from the shower was a counter with a double sink.
Each sink looked like a bowl with a faucet, old-fashioned, but oddly stylish. Above each sink was a tiny, medicine cabinet. Placing his things down, he opened one. One of the cabinets was already filled and Naruto giggled a bit as he looked in them.
"Lilac-Oatmeal soap, Lustre-Creme shampoo...and strawberry toothpaste?" he read aloud.
Naruto could not even dare to keep in the laughter boiling in his throat. It easily passed through his lips and rung around him. What was his room-mate, a girl!? He laughed harder! He'd met some weird people throughout life, hell, he was one of the weirdest he'd ever met! But, never, ever, had he met a male with such...feminine care products. He laughed, again. Normally, he would've let it go, seeing as he too had a lot of products, but...Lustre-Creme Shampoo? Come, on! That had to kill you!
Sluggishly recovering, he shook his head and closed the cabinet, thankful for the little piece of humour. It really cheered him up. Opening the other one, he was glad to see it was empty. Carelessly rubbing away a cobweb, he arranged his things inside; his shampoo and conditioner, gel, comb, toothbrush, toothpaste, soap, deodorant, scissors, and razor. Satisfied, he went to leave.
On the way out, he noticed that there was a body length mirror hanging on the backside of the door. He paused to look at himself.
Naruto really didn't appreciate his reflection. People always told him how cute he was and how lucky he was to be so beautiful. But, he knew better. He knew they were lies. his fingers reached to his neck. Sapphire eyes hard, Naruto withdrew himself from the mirror and ran out of the bathroom.
Pulling his collar tighter than before, he changed his trail of thought, touching the sheets of his bed. He hadn't brought any spares, because he hadn't any at all. Pursing his lips, he began whacking at the dust.
The sheets and pillows recoiled as he hit them, dust puffing up like smoke out of them. He grimaced, if he slept on that, he'd surely get sick. Maybe he could inform Tsunade, or Kiba and Sai. They could possibly do something about that.
'Shit, Tsunade!' thought Naruto and he casted a fast, feverish look to his roommate's alarm clock. His heart unclenched as he saw those two hours hadn't gone by that fast; he still had some time, thirty minutes. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at himself. He smelt of airplane food and dust; not an entrancing aroma.
Clucking his tongue, he grabbed the towel that was at the bottom of his bag and quickly went into the shower. Sliding the door open, he reached in and creaked the knob to warm. Striping out of his clothes, he ignored the mirror and hoped in.
As he got in, he unconsciously turned the water hotter, letting the beads of red, hot liquid pierce his back. The water burned its way down his shoulders and back, spiraling down his legs and to the drain. Biting his lip, he suddenly felt extraordinarily dirty.
Eyes flashing, he grabbed his soap and pressed it to his flesh, scrubbing and scrubbing until he turned an over-washed pink, and even then he kept going. He even rubbed underneath his fingernails, between his toes, and in his ears.
Cupping some shampoo into his palm, he massaged it into his scalp harshly to get the dirt out. He repeated the same process with the matching conditioner. He brought the bar of soap to his collar and gingerly washed around it.
When he was finally out, he dried up his mess and hung his towel to dry. Still not looking at the back of the door, he went into his room and opened his wardrobe. Pondering on what to wear took him a while, but he eventually had to settle on something.
Putting on a three quarter sleeve, blood red shirt he turned to grab a black and white horizontally stripped jacket. Zippering that up, making sure that the apple red of the shirt was showing, he got into his black skinny jeans and a simple pair of checkered slip on shoes.
To his disappointment, there was no neon in this outfit, but he shrugged it off, going to the bathroom again. More confident to look in the mirror, he opened his messenger bag and took out a small makeup case. Choosing just eyeliner, he lined his eyes with black.
Quickly combing his hair, he laughed as drops of water spurted out of it like fresh rain. Shaking like a dog, he smiled and carried on brushing the knots out of the electric blue tips.
Packing his stuff back up he walked out to his bed. Taking his messenger bag, he emptied its contents onto the bed. It wouldn't be too bad to double check if he had everything. He wasn't in any fucking way going to leave anything dear to him in this room.
On the bed spilled different things; there were a few notebooks with torn, doodled covers, a mickey-mouse pen that's light-up top broke by now, a CD player with headphones, a few CD mixes, his makeup case, a cat's eye marble, two albums, and, oddly, an old, small stuffed bunny rabbit with pink ears and a lost button nose. Nodding, he dumped it cautiously back inside.
His hand stopped on the marble though and clasped around it. It was smooth and cool, small enough to hide, yet big enough to hold. He relaxed as it rocked in his palm, mumbling incoherently, he buried it in his pocket. He knew it would sooth him if he got nervous.
A bead of water splashing down his neck from his collar is what snapped him back to reality. Head jerking to the clock, he gasped! Eight minutes!
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" he chanted and threw the messenger bag over his shoulder, grabbing the maps from the Headmistress and running out the door. He charged down the empty hallway and down the stairs, speeding into the Common Room and down the other flight of stairs. Not even slowing down, he ran out of the Boys' Tower and down the corridor, eyes facing the map.
He searched through the highlighted areas, sure enough, the Head Office was highlighted in purple. He silently praised Everett's love for highlighters.
"Okay, turn here." he whispered, running. "No! Wait! Turn the other way! Uh, er! No! That turn isn't even yet! Dammit!" he ran.
And, well, one second, he was running and running, and the next: BAM!!
Naruto collided with something very solid and tall. Whatever he hit was able to regain its balance, but the force knocked Uzumaki on his bum. "Ooph!" Coughing, he looked up dizzily at what he ran into, hoping to Jesus it was a wall. But, he proved not to be so lucky. He ran into a person.
The person was male, a guy that looked not too much older than him. Despite the small age gap, he was, unlike Naruto, developed. He was around six feet tall, towering over Naruto's malnourished height of five-three.
His hair was looked silken and soft, an onyx raven reaching just past his ears. His skin had colour, though not like Kiba and Sai, just enough to give off the flawless and healthy glow. His eyes were a obsidian colour, one that was difficult to categorise. They looked down at him.
Next to the male he'd run into was a group of kids, all having to be around the same age. There was an Asian boy with beautiful moonlight skin and pale eyes, his arms were crossed and he was next to the raven.
On the other side of the raven was a curvy girl with a bob of pink curls, purple eyeshadow, red lips, and emerald eyes. Behind her was an overweight man, whose clothes looked far too small for his outrageous height.
Still captivated by the obsidian eyes, Naruto blushed and picked himself off the floor, feeling the heat spread over his cheeks like before. His rare, Sapphire eyes locked with the piercing obsidian before he forced himself to school his expression to a calm one.
"Um, sorry." he apologized lamely, tugging at his collar.
The raven looked at him for a moment, eyeing the collar one his neck before his eyes trailed for a quick look of Naruto before he sneered. "You better be. You're lucky that you're so short or else you could've seriously hurt me, running at a maniac speed like that." he spat.
"There are two round things located under that atrocious hair of yours, brat, they're called eyes. Use them."
The raven sneered down at him and brushed off his grey polo shirt, carefully checking his Italian boots to make sure no scuffs had appeared. "You're lucky, brat." he said. "I'm feeling generous today." The girl next to him giggled ditzily and smirked at him, placing her hands on her hips.
With another nasty look, the boy turned and slinked off in the other direction, the fat guy following. The girl smiled sugary sweet at him before sauntering off, leaving him alone with the last member of the group. The pale eyed, pale skinned man glanced at his friends' back. He looked at Naruto suspiciously.
Naruto raised an eyebrow, features cool.
Nose to the skies, the man left and caught up to his gang.
Hands gripping at his collar, Naruto whizzed off to where he thought was the Headmistress Tsunade's office. Praying he was right, he rapped his knuckles to the door. It did not open, but from inside, he heard:
"You're late, Mister Uzumaki!"
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Don't you love stalling? 8D Mm'kay :3 I'm torn, should I make Sakura nice? D= I'm basically neutral about her =/ I mean, she was a bitch at the start of the series, but eventually she got nice(er) :3 And when Karin came into the series, well, I thought- wow I like Sakura now o.o
Thank you for your encouragements- witch-of-immolation, Caffeine Luc, NaTsUkO-ChAn, SweetDevilzEyez, Acherona,
,carms-lian0592, sasodei-iz-awesome, fan girl 666, Jadej.j, Pebbles of the Sand, Mistress-Tsukiko, anomie86, horsegirl08, kukuacho, undertheprotectionoftherain.
Answers(Sorta xp)
undertheprotectionoftherain- Lol, checking pervy Sasuke on my list ^.^
horsegirl08- Thank you for pointing out my mistakes (: Haha *scratches head* I can really be a dumbass sometimes xP
anomie86- *Looks around* I don't see Sasuke's name :o Is he here?:o And thanks x3
Mistress-Tsukiko- Lol, I thought the idea'd be fun x3 and thanks :D
Pebbles of the Sand- BWAHAHA!!! :D Well, currently my mum banned me from the internet, and my last resort was writing -.- BUT! :O She's unconciously helping me, by punishing me :o Anyway, might update every few days, y'know, depending on my mood ;) Ah, girly Naru....like "Why did he do this to me...why~~~" Ok, that was a bit too dramatic, but yeah, I hate that too T.T
Jadej.j- Wait and see ;)
fan girl 666- Lol, thanks x3 Yeah...highlighters are prettiful~~~~*__* *murmers* ...pretty.
Acherona- Yeah...I hate math too T.T (Haha...It's....hard D=) Naw, he's good at it, so yeah...he must like it :D (*shudders at the prospect*) Ya, but! I still want to make her pretty...just with salt and pepper hair XD Haha, thanks :) Ooh...they haven't been introduced as roommates yet :)
SweetDevilzEyez- Lol, thanks XD Yeah.....numbers are confusing X-x Haha, yeah!:D (I personally, sing like a dead roach....literally T.T)
NaTsUkO-ChAn- I actually got the concept from that :o (Lol, I like HPDM XP) Remus is small?:o Your description of Remus is giving me ideas!:P
Caffeine Luc- OMG....NOOOOO!!!!!! THERE'S A DIFFERENT VERSION?!?!?! D= I've only read one mary sue fic *shudders* (The idea seemed funny X-x) A-and...it was h-horrible D= Hmm, usually takes me forever too, but i'm really excited for this fic xP If i'm excited/happy=VERY fast update xP Sad/or if I had a bad day= Takes...a long time D= Oh, thanks :) I was hoping I wasn't going too slow xP But yeah, I'm very afraid of rushing the fic *____* Haha, nope, Naru-chan is gonna beat up anyone who stands in his way...SHAAA!!! :P
witch-of-immolation- Haha, yeah, I just think they kinda think alike :D So....yeah...I was thinking, what the heck, you might as well give it a go :D Ooh...Itachi?:o Like a one-sided ItaNaru?:o Hmmmmm....this gives me an idea!:D
Okay!!! Poll :D
Should there be a one-sided NejiNaru &/or ItaNaru?
Just Itachi-
Just Neji-
Both-
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