A/N: well, i've been a bad person and haven't updated in forever...it makes me sad...but be happy!! cause here is chapter 3!! (lets hope i have the endurance to actually finish this thing!! yeah!) okay, well anyways, on with the story. quick! naruto disclaimer!!

Naruto: why did you make me such a jerk in this chapter??

A/N: that is not a disclaimer...

Naruto: ...

A/N: -sigh- because, thats what the fans wanted!! i must please the fans!!

Sasuke: what fans? there's no one here...

A/N: okay, you know what, stop talking. just disclaim.

Sasuke: is that even correct grammer?

A/N: ...

Sasuke: fine i'll disclaim because Naruto is having a mental breakdown about his screen time and stuff.

A/N: see? sasuke's not in this chapter so he had to disclaim to make himself seem impotant...what a conceited loser.

Sasuke: eh hem...raindropdays doesn't own naruto or any of the characters/plot...thankfully...god only knows what she would do to us if she did own us...

A/N: -throws coffee pot at Sasuke-

Sasuke: -hit-

A/N: bulls-eye! now, on with the story...

The first thing he saw when he arrived in the town was a tree. It had light pink petals that were slowly falling. "Hm," he thought, "Interesting." He walked up to the gates; iron covered, and stared at the ivory building just beyond them. "Looks like this is my stop," he said to himself. He glanced over at the metal plated sign on the right side of the gate. "Mikoto High School," he read, "Definitely my stop!" He tried to push the gate open but it didn't budge. After trying yet again and getting the same result he decided to do the only other thing he could in a time like this. He carelessly threw his bag over the fence and then prepared to follow it. It only took a few steps and a carefully calculated jump to hop the fence. Within seconds he had landed on the other side in perfect condition. "Well," he said, picking up his bag, "that was easy." He brushed off his hands and began to make his way to the building.

"Hey!" he heard someone call after him. The blond turned his head, while still acting completely carefree, to find a girl. "You're not allowed in here!" she called.

"Eh? Who says?" he asked.

"You're uniform. It's not from around here! Only students are allowed on school grounds!" She called. The blond let out a small laugh and stepped closer to her. She took a step backwards away from him, a little bit scared.

"Oi, you scared of me?" he asked. She shook her head quickly but there was a look of fear in her eyes.

"Get out of here before I call security!" she said, determined. The blond merely shrugged and turned back towards the school. "Hey!" she called again. The blond merely sighed

"You know I used to know a lot of girls like you back in the day...but back then they all admired me. You should know to respect your seniors." He began to walk towards the building again leaving the girl stunned.

As the blond made his way up the stairs he finally came upon his desired destination; none other than the principal's office. He stood outside the door for a moment before finally deciding to go in. "Hey, principal, what's up?" he called as he pushed the door open without knocking. The principal stared at the boy for a moment before realizing that he had just barged in. Regaining himself from shock he stood up hastily.

"What are you doing here? Who are you?" he demanded.

"Geez, this place sure has a lot of people who ask a lot of stupid questions," said the boy nonchalantly, as he took a seat in the chair facing the desk. He leaned back, completely carefree.

"I'll ask you one more time, and you better give me a decent answer," warned the principal. The boy raised on eyebrow. "Now," said the principal, taking a deep breath, "Just who are you?"

"I am..." said the boy, seriously, leaning forward. The principal waited patiently as the boy took a deep breath. "I am...me." The boy smirked at the principal as he leaned back again.

"That's it young man, tell me or I'll call the police on you!" Principal Kaze threatened but the boy knew that they were empty threats. He merely smirked at the principal. "If you don't straighten your attitude out young man I'll call the officer from the next street over and he'll beat some discipline into you!" Kaze continued shouting.

"The name's Uzumaki," the boy finally said when he was satisfied with the anger he had caused. "Memorize it. Anyways, I'm here to attend school so what class you got for me?" The principal opened and closed his mouth silently, no words to say. Finally, he regained himself and sat down across from Uzumaki at his seat.

He had heard the name all too well. Everyone had...well everyone with a gang problem on their hands. He was known as a boy from a run down village who liked to cause trouble. However, unlike the normal gang members, he was a loner. His foster family had apparently kicked him out of his house about a year back and with no friends, and no one to call family he had been wandering Japan in search of a place to wreak havoc. Of course, Kaze only knew this because of his 'need-to-know' about gang leaders and members and this Uzumaki kid was the top at the top of the list, page one of the bingo book.

"Uzumaki, eh?" Kaze finally said. Uzumaki proudly nodded. "Well, I'm sorry but we don't seem to have a place for you at this school."

"Well," said Uzumaki standing up. Kaze was hopeful that he was going to leave but he was all too wrong. Quicker than a flash of lightning, Uzumaki had pulled out a pocket knife. He flipped it open and began to toss it up and down in a carefree manner. "That's really too bad."

Kaze stood up quickly. "If you even think attacking me!" he shouted, unable to finish his threat. Uzumaki merely smiled.

"How low do you think I am?" he asked. Kaze didn't believe what he was hearing.

"So what's the meaning of all this!?" he demanded. Uzumaki caught the knife, commanding it to be still in the palm of his hand.

He turned to the principal, "You tell me."

Kaze finally did allow Uzumaki to attend Mikoto School. He gave him the same speech that he had given Sakura on the first day she had come there but Uzumaki was a bit more, lets just say, opinionated than she had been. When Kaze finally brought up his policy about zero tolerance fighting Uzumaki let out a groan. Kaze looked up at him. This had been just what he was afraid of. But Uzumaki was silent after that, allowing Kaze to continue on. "Any questions?" he asked as he finally completed his speech. Uzumaki sat still for a moment before deciding on one to ask.

"So who is this Tezuka guy again?" asked Uzumaki. Kaze threw Uzumaki a dangerous look.

"Don't insult my son," he said strictly. Uzumaki seemed to be amused by this and merely put up his hands in protest.

"Got it, got it." Kaze wasn't completely convinced though. Nevertheless, he continued on.

"You're room is 2-B," he said, "Now go." Uzumaki didn't need telling twice. He wanted to get out of the stupidly small office and away from the stupid man, Kaze. Not only was he a complete conceited jerk but he was a coward too. It disgusted him to even associate with someone like that.

As he walked through the halls he encountered a strange sight. Two people were fighting. Calling each other bad names and standing at opposite ends of a dark hall. It seemed to be a girl and guy. She was calling him names for cheating on her, he was yelling at her for not 'understanding' him. "Trash..." he muttered under his breath as he turned the corner, "Complete trash..." He kept walking without looking back.

SLAP!

He kept walking without turning back. This was someplace that didn't his interference.

SLAP!

It wasn't his place.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"Listen to me wench! When you agreed to be my girlfriend you agreed to make me happy! As if I give a damn what happens to you!" the boy shouted. He was standing over the girl, angrily, holding his hand up ready to slap her again.

"I thought you cared!" she shouted back. He let out an insane laugh.

"I thought you weren't stupid!" he shouted as he began to swing his hand again. However, just as his hand was about to make contact with the girl again someone caught it. "What the--?" he asked as he turned to come face to face with an enraged blond.

"Answer me something," said the blond in a low voice.

"I'm not answering you anything!" shouted the boy, "Get your hands off of me!"

Uzumaki let out a small laugh, "It wasn't optional!" He hoisted the boy over his shoulder by his wrist causing him to smash into some desks in the corner. "Why the hell are you beating up your girlfriend?" shouted Uzumaki angrily.

The boy jumped to his feet angrily as blood trickled down his face. "I ought to..." He ran at Uzumaki about to punch him but Uzumaki dodged him lightly and turned his own attack on him causing him to smash into the wall. Uzumaki shook his head.

"Don't you know?" he asked, "Good guys always win." The boy looked up at him sourly and then smirked.

"You want the wench so badly take her," he spat, "She's good for nothing anyways." He then turned on his heel and left. Uzumaki turned back to the girl who was still sitting on the floor.

"You okay?" he asked. She wiped some tears off her face.

"Thank you," she mumbled.

"Who was that guy?" Uzumaki finally asked.

"My old boyfriend," she finally stuttered, "Kamiya." Uzumaki let out a sigh.

"And your name?" he asked.

"Tsukiyo Miso..." she said as she continued wiping away the tears.

"Stop crying," Uzumaki commanded. Miso looked up startled.

"W-what?" she asked.

"I said stop crying," he repeated.

"But I just—"

"Stop...it doesn't matter anymore. Don't cry over trash like that." Miso continued staring at him, completely startled. This boy, this boy whom she had never seen before, had come and...and saved her and now he was telling her to forget her boyfriend, calling him trash. Who did he think he was? Confusion, anger and anxiety ran through her heart all at once. People didn't act like that anymore. Finally, she smiled at him. Uzumaki looked at her confused.

"Thank you," she said again. She got to her feet slowly. "Who are you?"

"Uzumaki," he replied. Miso nodded. "Are you new here?" This time it was his turn to nod.

"Yup!"

"Do you want me show you to your class?" After getting a yes from Uzumaki and the location the two set off. "I'm in class 2-C" explained Miso, "So we won't see each other around..." They turned a corner and she stopped. "Here's the room."

"Thanks for showing it to me." Miso merely smiled as he entered through the door and onto the other side.

Sakura was the first one to notice him as he came inside. She had been daydreaming about old times and answers to questions that started with 'what if'. But then he had walked in. There had been no knock, no pause, just a boy with blond hair and a cocky smile barging into the room. She couldn't help but stare as he walked across the front of the room. She turned to the others and they each had similar expressions on their faces. Kiba had seemed to be almost sleeping along with Shikamaru just a moment ago but now they seemed to be intrigued.

Uzumaki walked across the front of the room and stood in the middle. "Hey teach," he called to the teacher. The man with the silver hair and calm attitude replied.

"And who do we owe this lovely visit to?" he asked.

"Your new student," he replied, "Uzumaki Naruto."

Miso was walking down the halls on her way. She didn't know where to or why she hadn't gone back to class. Despite what Uzumaki had said she couldn't stop crying over what Kamiya had said...what he had done. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" she heard a man say from behind her. She turned around quickly as she saw a pair of hands reaching towards her.

"No!" she shouted as she began to run but she was stopped by dark figures standing in her way. She spun around trying to find a way out only to encounter more dark shapes.

"You talked to the Uzumaki kid, didn't you?" said the man who had spoken before. She didn't answer. "Heh heh," he laughed evilly, "You're right. No need to respond. We already know...we know everything."

"Now," came a raspy voice from one of the dark figures that stood behind her, "You're going to do as we say and help us." She heard the switch of pocket knife's blade. "Or else."

Sasuke: -still knocked out-

A/N: ha ha, that'll teach ya to insult me...anyways, you know I'm quite fond of my OCs Kamiya and Miso...they're going to become a pain in the future but I still love them. Anyways, I promise more interaction with the whole Naruto cast next time!! Also, before I forget Miso means smile in Korean! and that translation just makes EVERYTHING ironic...Kay, kay bye!

Sasuke: -coming to- mommy i like pink unicorns

A/N: oooookay then...