Hey there , this chapter is short and such, but for some reason I just couldn't get into writing this particular one. Sorry if it's not that great, but the story does move on slightly here.

So, yeah, not much to say. Enjoy!

Monday came by slowly.

I hadn't logged in to Shaiya throughout the whole of Sunday.

It's not like I was avoiding talking to Avenger or anything! I just...got...bored?

...

Okay, you caught me. I was even more bored while sitting there doing absolutely nothing. I had spent the day walking around my apartment, banging on random things and doing useless things.

I even finished my homework before seven!

Something was wrong with me.

The only fun I had had been when, at around eight, my new neighbour got noisy again. The guy started singing at the top of his lungs.

And what's worse, he sang the 'Witch Doctor' song.

I had kick boxed my wall shouting "Shut up you freak! No one wants to know what the damn witchdoctor told you!"

My neighbour had replied by kicking his own wall and shouting "Screw you! Ooh, eeh, ooh ah ah, ting tang, wallawallabingbang!"

I had to put my earphones in to drown out the terrible singing.

I mean...he wasn't even in tune!

Now it was Monday morning and I was dragging my feet to class. The halls were way too bright in my opinion. Why the hell did they paint the school hallways white, anyway? It reminded me of some mental institution.

Then again, some people acted pretty crazy in this place.

Maybe it was a mental institution, and I was just too crazy to realize it before!

"Hey, Naruto!"

I spun around, pointing an accusing finger at my pink haired friend. "And you! You're a nurse here! You're my personal doctor aren't you!" I yelled.

Sakura stopped in mid-step, her eyes going wide. "What?"

"This place! It's so white, it has got to be a mental institution, and since they assign personal doctors, you must be mine! I'm right aren't I?" I said smugly.

She grinned, quickly trying to replace it with a look of guilt. "You have caught me, my poor crazy patient! Yes, you are in a mental institution." She said, placing a hand on my shoulder and giving me a fake, understanding look.

She was just like a nurse!

"So, what did I do that got me in here?" I asked, playing up the act by drooling a bit. Sakura blinked and looked at me seriously.

"You claimed to be having my man-babies."

How she managed to say that, in front of several students and a drooling blonde(as in, myself) and still keep a straight face for over ten seconds, I'll never know.

We both erupted into laughter, causing the other students to hurry away in fear of 'catching their craziness'.

"But, seriously, Naruto. How are you?" Sakura asked after we'd regained what little composure we had. I hummed evasively.

"I'm fine."

"Did you talk to him? When are we meeting him?" she asked eagerly.

I shrugged, glancing away. "He wasn't online and I didn't log in yesterday." I said casually.

She stopped, staring at me. "You're avoiding it?" she asked surprised. I glared at her.

"No!"

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not!"

"It's okay. You don't want to meet him yet. That's perfectly fine."

"I'm not avoid-oh. So you don't mind?"

"Of course not!" she said, patting my head. I grumbled but it gave way to a smile.

"Thanks, Sakura-chan."

She beamed, giving me a half hug just as the bell rang. We hurried to class, stumbling to our seats and waiting for our teacher to come in.

I let my eyes wander around as we sat waiting. I already knew that Kakashi-sensei would be late. He always was. It was just the way he worked.

A familiar duck-butt hairstyle caught my eye and I observed the class president carefully. He was standing, his uniform as crisp and clean as ever, at the front of the class. I scoffed quietly at how pristine he looked.

Leave it to the Uchiha to be a total neat freak.

'Hmmm...Avenger said he was a neat freak too.' I thought suddenly. I looked at Sasuke carefully.

Could it be...?

I laughed out loud at my thoughts, getting half the class to stare at me with 'WTF' expressions.

There was just no way my random thought could be true. It was way too crazy.

Sighing to myself for the stupid thought, I greeted the tardy teacher along with everyone else.

"Ugh, you're such an idiot."

And once again, I hate my life.

Sakura and I were sitting on a bench, enjoying our lunch and talk of my insanity, when a few girls had walked by.

I had been trying to open my juice (you know, the one that has those really, really tight caps on the top?) when the stupid cap broke and my juice sprayed right into my face. Sakura had immediately searched for a tissue while I tried to wipe away some of the remnants, thanking whatever higher power there was that it hadn't sprayed onto my chest. My shirt only had a few droplets on it.

It had been at that point when the leader of the group of girls, a red haired, bespectacled girl named Karin had decided to make the comment that I heard daily.

I just stared at the ground as the girl continued her speech of how worthless I was. Sakura was tensing beside me, her fists clenching her skirt angrily.

"-and you're never going to get anywhere in life, so I don't see why you bother. You should just go somewhere and die-" Karin was cut off when a hand grabbed her shoulder, spinning her around roughly.

"Hey, bitch, leave him alone!" a gruff voice yelled.

I blinked and looked up, surprised that anyone was sticking up for me aside from Sakura. Upon seeing a familiar head of shaggy brown hair and red, fang tattooes, I gaped at the kid.

Inuzuka Kiba was sticking up for me?

Karin glared at the boy, slapping his hand away in disgust and smirking. "Oh? Why, are you friends with that little no-body?" she sneered. Kiba crossed his arms, not at all intimidated.

"And so what if I was? Got a problem slut?" he challenged, narrowing his eyes at her.

She bristled, but then another voice interrupted. This one was smooth and cool.

"Is there a problem here?"

We all turned to see none other than The Great Duck-Butt himself standing there, eyeing us coldly.

Karin and her groupies grew flustered, giggling excitedly. "Oh, nothing at all, Sasuke-kun!" Karin gushed.

Kiba scoffed, turning to the Uchiha. "This chick was suggesting Uzumaki should die even though he didn't do anything." He stated, throwing a glare over to the girl.

Sasuke raised an eyebrow. "That type of talk is not tolerable in this school, Karin-san." He said sternly.

She blushed. "Oh, please, just call me Karin, Sasuke-kun."

I resisted the urge to face-palm. She didn't even hear the first part!

Sasuke shook his head and sighed. "I don't want to hear of this matter again. If it happens once more, I'll report it to Sarutobi-sensei." He warned, and turned on his heel, heading away. Karin and her friends chased after him, not even sparing a glance at the rest of us.

Feeling a hand on my shoulder, I looked over to Sakura, who was watching me with concern. "Are you okay?" she asked.

I nodded and gave a smile. "Sure! I don't care what she thinks of me." I said. But Sakura didn't seem convinced. Her hand squeezed my shoulder.

"You know you're going to be a great man someday, right?" she asked.

I lowered my smile, surprised at the comment and the certainty in her voice. "Sakura-chan..."

"Not to interrupt this beautiful moment or anything, but can I sit with you guys?"

We turned to look up at Kiba, who was standing there with his hands in his pockets, a grin on his face. Sakura removed her hand and nodded. "Sure thing, Inuzuka-kun."

"Pfft. Don't call me that! Just Kiba is fine. I hate formalities." He said, sitting down next to me. I grinned.

"Well, then call me Naruto. And this is Sakura." I introduced. He nodded.

"Yeah, I know about you guys. You've got quite a few rumours going around." He said.

Sakura frowned. "What rumours?"

Kiba cupped his chin in thought. "Well, there was one about how you two were together or something, but that's pretty old now." He looked to us for confirmation.

I laughed. "Sakura-chan and I aren't a couple." I turned and winked at her. "Well, not all the time."

She punched my shoulder lightly, smiling. "No, we're not a couple. But what else are they saying?"

Kiba thought a bit more, chewing his lip. "Uh...there was one saying that Naruto was really a girl."

I choked on my sandwich, feeling two hands thump my back. Swallowing what was once good food, I stared incredulously at Kiba. "They think I'm a chick?"

He laughed. "They used to. I'm not sure when it started, but one day I heard someone saying that you were a girl. Something about seeing you with a pack of tampons or something..."

I turned to glare at Sakura. "That's the last time I do your shopping for you! Now people think I'm some sort of She-man!" I growled. Sakura giggled behind her hand, not at all remorseful.

"Well, you are very feminine."

"Shut up, Sakura-chan." I grumbled, crossing my arms and pouting. Kiba was laughing loudly beside me.

"You're a funny guy. I knew I should have talked to you sooner." He said. Sakura and I glanced at each other before turning to him.

"So why didn't you?" Sakura asked. Kiba scratched his head, turning to look at me.

"I don't know. It's just...you kind of give off this... 'don't touch me' vibe, or something." He muttered. I blinked.

"A 'don't touch me' vibe? What are you talking about? I don't give off any vibe!" I insisted. He raised an eyebrow, before his hand suddenly shot towards me. I flinched away and he pulled back, looking smug.

"Oh no. Of course not."

"That doesn't count! You just surprised me!" I said. He shrugged and held his hand up.

"I'm now going to touch your shoulder." He stated, before plopping his hand down easily. I gulped, unused to the large size or rough feel of his hand. I'd only ever really felt Sakura's hand, the occasional pat from Iruka-sensei and Jiraiya, and maybe a hug from Tsunade.

Kiba looked surprised, starting to rub my shoulder. "Wow, you're really thin! You need to eat more!" he stated, squeezing slightly. I tried to fight down the blush while Sakura giggled at my expense. I glared at her before shrugging Kiba's hand off.

"You see 'Don't touch me' vibe, right there." He said triumphantly. I scowled.

"So what? I'm sure I'm not the only one who doesn't feel all that comfortable at being touched." I grumbled. Kiba waved his hand dismissively.

"Sure, sure. I know that. But I'm just letting you know that you give off quite a strong one. Maybe if you tried to be a bit more...open to new people, you wouldn't be so unapproachable." He suggested.

I stayed silent. Was that the reason everyone always treated me badly? Because I was unapproachable? Surely that can't be right.

"Kiba, do you know why people think so poorly of Naruto?" Sakura asked bluntly. I winced, my eyes darting to the boy beside me.

Kiba seemed surprised at the question. "Actually...I have no clue. I've heard how people talk to you, but I always thought maybe you'd done something to them personally. You mean to say you don't know why they act that way?" he asked.

I shrugged. "No. People just act like I'm a waste of space. Every time I try to find out why, they just ignore me. I have no idea what I did wrong." I said truthfully.

Kiba growled loudly, punching his palm. "I hate that! If people are going to treat someone that way, they should at least have the decency to explain themselves!" he snarled.

I felt my heart swell a bit at his words. I hadn't heard anyone say that sort of thing before, aside from Sakura-chan and Tsunade-no-baachan. Iruka-sensei always told me it ignore them and the old pervert Jiraiya would just pat my shoulder and say 'Don't worry. Now read my newest book!'

...I'm not kidding. He made me proofread his porn.

And I'm a minor!

For the rest of the lunch period, Kiba hung out with us. I was surprised with how well we got along. He was loud and cocky and cheeky and always planning mischief.

He was like my long lost twin! Awesome!

Sakura-chan commented how 'she couldn't believe she had to deal with two morons instead of one' but both me and Kiba just grinned and hugged her. I was amazed at how easy it was to talk to him.

And I didn't even know that this was just the start of all the changes in my life.

I was almost asleep. A dream was just crawling towards me, the edges just beyond reach. I so wanted to slip into that dream and enjoy myself.

Just as I grasped the edge of that dream, something hit me in the side of the head, startling me from my semi-slumber.

I groaned loudly at having been disturbed and turned to glare at the offending object on my desk.

I blinked.

A note?

Looking around the classroom, I had no idea where the note came from. No one was facing me, or giving any sort of indication of having thrown a small piece of paper at my head.

Shrugging, I unfolded the paper and read the short, but relatively neat scrawl.

I almost choked on the air going into my lungs.

You're cute when you sleep, but I'd rather see you writhing beneath me and moaning in ecstasy. All in due time, my dear blonde.

What. The. Fuck?

Scanning the room frantically, I tried to find the culprit. Who would write something like this? Who would send this to me?

What the fuck was going on?

When no one gave any indication of having written something so perverted, I stared down at the piece of paper in shock and disgust.

First a letter in the mail, with a condom packet.

And now an even more suggestive note in my classroom.

Glancing around once more, I felt uneasy. Someone in this classroom sent this to me, and I was pretty sure they had sent the letter to my house too. But who was it?

I couldn't recall anyone ever talking to me suggestively...well, sexually suggestive. Plenty of people 'suggested' I go and die, but I try not to pay attention to them.

I stiffened when I sensed a pair of eyes on me. Somewhere behind me.

Glancing as casually as I could over my shoulder, I saw three students.

One was a boy called Morino Idate. He had dark brown hair, tied up in a spiked ponytail. Some small part of my mind noted that spiky ponytails seemed to be a popular hairstyle.

I smacked myself, hopefully destroying the useless braincell that dare interrupt my panicking session.

Behind Idate was a really creepy guy. His name was something Sai. I couldn't remember his last name. Did he even have one?

He was paper white, with short black hair and the most plastic smile on the face of the planet. Even Barbie couldn't compete.

He was staring down at his book, but glanced up when he felt my gaze on him. The smile he gave me seemed just as fake as all the others.

The last was a boy I had only spoken to once. He had silver hair, tied into a (insert fake surprise here) ponytail. He wore large, round spectacles and was also focused on his work.

His name was Yakushi Kabuto.

On the one occasion I had spoken to him, he had helped me pick up my fallen books. Someone had, intentionally I bet, bumped into me while I was balancing an armload of heavy volumes. They had toppled, along with me, to the floor. Everyone else walked straight past, some kicking the books even further away from me. But Kabuto had stopped and helped me pick them up.

"Are you hurt?" he had asked. I had gotten a tiny scratch on my elbow, and he had immediately applied a band aid.

That was one of the few times someone I didn't know showed me kindness. I thanked him eternally for that.

It seemed he also had a sixth sense, for he looked up after I watched him for over ten seconds. When he saw me he smiled and waved a bit. I smiled back, returning the wave with a slightly less enthusiastic one before turning to face the front.

My sixth sense must be screwed, because as soon as I turned, I felt eyes on me again.

For the rest of the lesson, I glanced around nervously, the suggestive note scrunched tightly in my hand.

Sakura had work after school, so she ran off after saying a quick goodbye. Kiba had detention. Again.

So I was left walking home alone today. On my way home, my mind was reeling with thoughts of stalkers, letters and online games.

I couldn't avoid Avenger forever, but...I didn't want to have to answer him just yet.

Just one more day. I'd avoid him for one more day.

Sighing loudly, I walked a little faster. It was looking to be another boring night.

Maybe I could screw with my neighbour again? I needed to get him back for the horrible singing yesterday.

Grinning at my newfound plan, I whistled the rest of the way home, only stopping in horror when I reached my door, realizing that I'd been whistling the 'Witchdoctor' song.

Yeah...so...uh...yeah... *looks around awkardly.*

So, we now have a perverted presence around Naruto, as well as the entrance of a new friend. And there's also the point of Naruto avoiding Avenger(say that five times fast) and so on.

So,...review? Please?

Come on people, MOTIVATE ME!...bribery often works... ¬_¬ lol. XD

See you next time!