A/N: Most of you (all of you) may have noticed that Sasuke is a little (completely) out of character; but I'd just like to tell you that I did that on purpose. Now, I can't tell you why…yet. But I can tell you that he won't be OOC much longer.

Speaking of OOC, I heard a Mariya Carey (sp?) song where see says that she feels "a little OOC". When it played, I turned to my mom and said "OOC means out of character". I felt so special for knowing that. But then I found out that, in the song, OOC actually means "out of control". So much for special.

"So where's the office?"

"Well, you see that short building over there?"

"…Yeah."

"The front office is in there."

"Where's the front desk?" Wait, that was a dumb question!

"In…the office."

Time to change the subject. "What class do you have next?"

"Uh…Biology…in room 108."

"So do I."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Do you…want me to show you where it is?"

"Sure."

(Naruto's POV)

This guy is weird. You'd think that with his looks he'd at least pretend to be all that, you know, the guy who thinks he knows everything…but he doesn't. He actually seems kind of…normal. He doesn't even try to act better than me…. Whoa, what am I thinking? I don't know this guy; he could be putting up a front of…not having a…front.

Really, what am I thinking?

Well, at least we're in the office now; can't do much brain work in here. "OK, there's the sheet. Go ahead and sign you name so we can go." Man, I totally forgot how much I hate being in here.

"Naruto!" And this is why.

"Yeah, Grandma?" Why's she so mad? I didn't do any—"Ow!" She hit me! "What was that for!?"

"I told you not to call me that, you damn brat! And what the hell are you doing in my office!? The day just started and you've already gotten yourself in trouble!?"

"N-no, I…I was just bringing Sasuke to—!"

"Sasuke…?" She looked over at the Uchiha. Wait, what's he doing?

"pft!" I tried to stop myself from laughing but Tsunade caught me.

"What?" She raised an eyebrow. I can't believe she hasn't noticed that he's starin' straight bug-eyed at her rack!

"Heh, Nothin'."

"…So, what about you and Sasuke?"

"He asked me to bring him here, right, Uchiha?"

(Sasuke's POV)

"Yeah, Grandma?" Grandma? The woman can't be a day over 27. "Ow!" Whoa! She-she just hit him! Can teachers do that here!? "What was that for…?"

Oh. My. Kami-sama. That woman has huge boobs. I…I can't believe that I just now noticed them. They've got to be at least a D….E…? No…G.

Where does a woman her age get boobs like that? They're like Dolly Parton to the extreme! Th-they can't be real. They're probably as hard as rocks…. You know, maybe she really is an old woman. I heard plastic surgery can do wonders to people…especially the ancient ones….

"Right, Uchiha?" Did someone say my name? Oh, right. I need to pay attention.

"Huh?" What was the question?

"I came here to show you where the office was."

"Yeah? I know."

The big busted lady straightened up. "Oh?" She scratched the back of her head. "Well, then I guess your OK…for now." She looked back at me and raised an eyebrow. "What did you come here for anyways?"

"Football."

"Oh, plannin' on tryin' out, huh? JV?"

"No, Varsity."

"Really!?" She seemed kind of surprised. "Did you play at your old school?"

"Yes."

"Did you guys have a ninth grade only team or something?" She raised an eyebrow. "Because that'd be crazy if you made JV as a freshman."

"No, ma'am…ninth grade is still middle school."

"Oh…." She turned to Naruto. "Hey, brat, why don't you try out for the football team?"

"No."

"Naruto! You need to join a—!"

"—the bell's about to ring, we need to get to class." Naruto cut her off, grabbed my arm, and pulled me out the door.

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"What was that about?"

"What"

"Who was that woman?"

"Uh…the principal…."

"Oh, well, OK…. What was she about to say?"

"When?"

"Before you pulled me out?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." He's obviously hiding something. I hope he doesn't think I'm that stupid. Wait, I mean stupid in general.

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"Nara?"

"Here."

"Potter?"

"Here."

"Polk?"

"Here."

We walked through the door after the bell rang.

"Ah, Mr. Uzumaki" The teacher hissed out his name in one of those deep tones that just dripped with false sweetness (I know, that makes so much sense, right? But it's the only way I could describe it). "I see that haven't yet rid yourself of that nasty habit."

"And which habit would that be, Oro?"

The man narrowed his eyes and frowned. "That habit of tardiness and disrespect for your elders. Now, sit down while I finish taking role."

I caught the teacher's eye as he lowered them to his clipboard. Then he looked back up at me quickly. What do you call that—a double-take? I felt his gaze follow me to my seat.

"Smith?"

"Here."

"Taylor?"

"Here."

"Tatchu….Ivona Tatchu?"

"Not here." A couple of people giggled.

"Uchiha?"

"Here." The teacher looked back up at me.

"Can I speak with you after class?"

"Sure."

He smiled and went back to role. "Uzumaki?"

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(Naruto's POV)

Well, that was about as fun as I thought it would be—not at all.

"Hey, Sasuke, what class do you have next?"

"Physical Education." Wow, nobody ever says it that way, nerd.

"PE, really? Dude, it's almost as if we have the same schedule…. You better not be some kind of perv who set this up some how."

"Do you want to compare tables to see if we have any more classes together?"

"Sure, during lunch…. Oh, first, what period do you take lunch?"

"Fourth…." Is he serious? "What? Is that the same as yours?"

"…Yeah….Weird…." It really is. "Come on, I'll show you where the gym is."

"No, I'm supposed to speak with the teacher, remember?"

"Oh, well then, see ya."

"Bye."

"Mr. Uchiha, its nice to finally meet you." Half way out the door and temptation takes over. OK, I know that this is wrong but…. "How's your brother?"

"He's doing well…. How do you…."

"Do you know who I am?"

"Oro?"

"No! I mean, no, I'm not. I'm Dr. Hebihentai."

(Sasuke's POV)

"No! I mean, no, I'm not. I'm Doctor Hebihentai." I wonder if he knows what that sounds like in my language…. Doubt it…. Heh, snake pervert.

Oh, now I remember: "You're Niisan's doctor, right?" He quirked an eyebrow. Is he wearing make-up?

"Is that what you call him?"

"Um, yeah."

"Then, yes, I am his doctor."
(Naruto's POV)
I didn't know Sasuke had a...oh yeah, I just met him today. Of course I didn't know that...
"Has anything changed since the last time I checked on him?"
"I think his vision is getting worse..."
"Really, how so?"
"He's tripping over more things now. Although, that may just be because of all the moving boxes...and the sun glasses that he insists on wearing."
"Well sun glasses do tend to make things darker."
"You know, it's impolite to eavesdrop." My head snapped in the direction of the speaker.
"Who are you!?" I half whispered and half yelled at the emo-looking freshman (I guess...he looks like one….A freshman, that is.).
(Gaara's POV)
"Who are you?" Said the weird, kitty person who enjoys listening in on people's conversations.
"Gaara."
"Gaara...? Where have I heard that name before?" He was mumbling...to himself? Me?
"Was that a rhetorical question?" It's better just to ask "Because if it wasn't, I don't know."
"Eh? It was rhetorical... Oh, I know! You're that new kid...uh, Kaze...Saba..." I didn't know it was that hard to remember.
"Subakukaze."
"No, that's not it." Did he just correct me on my own name?
"Naruto?" Oh, more company.
"Hey, Sasuke!"
"I thought you were going to the gym?" I think that's in the opposite direction that I'm heading.
"Well, I was...but then I ran into this new kid and we started talking..." Why is he using me to lie?
"You're Gaara, right?" He's that Uchiha kid from orientation.
"Yes." BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG. Damn bell. Why is it so loud? "I need to go." Great, now I'm late for class.
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To be continued...
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