Kono Sora
(this sky)
By Ryuuen
Warnings: Just the usual.. shounen-ai (possible yaoi later on), A/U, language, very dark and mature themes. Suicide is mentioned. Cutting is also an issue.
A/N: Wow.. this is.. a little dark. It's an A/U.. Naruto characters in the present. And they all wind up in the same place. Aw, heck, I'll just give you the summary...
SUMMARY: Troublemaking teenager Uzumaki Naruto is sent to Kuraita High, a private high school for kids who just can't get along in normal schools, for whatever reason. It is there that he meets a young woman who changes his world forever...
NOTE: A cookie to anyone who can guess who the two teachers mentioned in this chapter are. (Jinx, if you read this, I certain as heck hope you get those!).
Ch. 1 Recommended Listening: English: "30 Minutes" -- T.a.T.u, "Try Again" Aaliyah. Japanese: "Harumonia" -- Naruto, "Koppelia no Hitsugi" -- Noir.
K~O~N~O--S~O~R~A Chapter One: DIVE - atashi - no - HAATO - ni (DIVE - INTO - MY - HEART)
He wasn't even there yet and he already hated it.
It wasn't that he hated so much the idea of the school itself -- he had read through the pamphlet that his angry guidance counseler had tossed at him and thought it sounded okay -- but it was what it stood for that bothered him. It was a place for kids whose parents or caretakers couldn't handle them. They said it was for kids who didn't get along in their schools, but that was bull and he knew it. This was a place where rebellious children of the rich were sent, along with the occasional orphaned troublemaker like himself. When the rich kids hit that rebellious teenager stage, their parents could just ship them off to a place like this. Of course, he didn't know he was wrong. He wasn't even there yet.
He slouched in his seat, tucking his hands into the pockets of his blue jeans and glaring resolutely at the back of the person sitting in front of him's head. Of course he would go, the state had given him a little paper saying so. But that didn't mean he had to like it. And -- he snickered to himself -- that didn't mean he couldn't pull twice as many pranks here as he had at his last school. He finally lifted himself from his anger with the resolution that he would make these people very sorry for sending him here, and smiled rather nastily at the window, at the empty landscape that was passing by.
My name is Uzumaki Naruto! He said to himself, And I won't let them forget it!
TOOI~SORA~KONO~SORA~UTSUKUSHII~SORA~HOSHI~SORA~NI
It seemed like a very long time until the bus finally stopped, the doors opening and the driver announcing, "Kuraita High!" in a voice like grating metal. Naruto stood, reaching up to grope for his bag. He pulled down the blue backpack with little difficulty, shouldered it, and got out, with a minimal of jeers from any other teen on the bus, which in his mind was an improvement. Holding in his hand the pamphlet, rulebook, and a letter to give to whoever was at the front desk, he ran his other hand through his unruly blonde hair, and looked up at the building that would be his home and school for the next couple of years.
The main building was huge and brick, old and covered with ivy that climbed like clawing hands. Large, dark wooden doors stood open to the sunny day, and tall windows allowed glimpses into the many worlds inside: the dark- haired history teacher pointing something out on the chalkboard; the pretty, red-wearing teacher of literature reading a passage aloud from a book she held open with one hand. The roof and trim of the building was a dull grey that contrasted slightly but managed to look sophisticated when paired with the dark brick. Concrete steps led to the big doors, like the stairway to heaven.
There were two identical buildings on either side of the main one, both made of the same dark brick and concrete as well. Those, he reasoned after a moment of wondering, must be the dorms. For a moment, he thought he could see some dark figure watching him from one of the windows on the leftmost building, but when he blinked, whoever or whatever it was had gone. He frowned slightly at the window "it" had been in, and looked back to the main building, and those ominous doors that looked like they lead to heaven but actually led to what he was sure must be hell.
With resolute steps that dragged slightly in the sincere wish to turn around and leave this place forever, he stepped forward. And whether it was to heaven or to hell he went, he would soon find out.
TOOI~SORA~KONO~SORA~UTSUKUSHII~SORA~HOSHI~SORA~NI
The big door to the boy's dorm pushed open with a creak that made the short, blonde boy jump about two feet into the air with a shout of, "What the Hell!?". Once he had calmed himself, he shook his head, sparing a glare for the noisy door. Clutched tightly in his left hand was the note that the receptionist had written him, saying what room he was to be staying in. The paper was rough, and now it was wrinkled. He unravelled it once again to blink at the number. B-13, it read. He thought it sounded more like a bomber jet than a dorm room, but as he couldn't think of any better way to say "boy's dorm room #13" in three letters/numbers or less, he let it go.
He looked at the number next to the first door to his left. B-02, said the door. He grinned. This should be easy! he thought.
Needless to say, five minutes later left him hopelessly lost, on a third floor hallway, near a door that read B-34. He wanted to scream out in frustration, and hit the wall, but he instead merely cursed loudly, and turned back towards the stair to go back downstairs and start over.
One could imagine his surprise at seeing someone standing on the stair when he got back. A girl of smallish size (though still taller than Naruto) stood on the stair, one hand reaching up as though moving to swipe the scruffy black hair out of her eyes. She looked up at him with wary, intelligent black eyes. She was wearing a blue tee-shirt and black jeans, along with a bracelet on one wrist that seemed to be made of just simple string and a single dark-blue bead. Her hand slowly lowered as she stood, staring at him staring at her.
"I heard someone yelling here," she said simply, her voice betraying not the slightest emotion. "I assume that was you..?"
"Hai," Naruto replied, grinning despite any embarrassment. "I'm looking for my room. B-13. D'you know where that is?"
"I ought to, since it's my room, too," she said, her voice now turned slightly condescending, and Naruto decided that he wasn't going to like her. "I'll show you where it is."
With that, she turned. He practically ran down the steps to catch up to her, skidding to a halt mere feet from her. She looked at him out of the corner of her eyes, her black eyes catching his light-blue ones for just a moment with a look that clearly said, Back off. But Naruto had already decided not to.
"Thanks a lot," he said with a smile, laughing. "I'm Uzumaki Naruto, by the way. Who're you?"
She gave him another frosty stare, still walking, and somehow avoiding hitting anything or even tripping.
"Uchiha Sasuke desu."
---to be continued---
Warnings: Just the usual.. shounen-ai (possible yaoi later on), A/U, language, very dark and mature themes. Suicide is mentioned. Cutting is also an issue.
A/N: Wow.. this is.. a little dark. It's an A/U.. Naruto characters in the present. And they all wind up in the same place. Aw, heck, I'll just give you the summary...
SUMMARY: Troublemaking teenager Uzumaki Naruto is sent to Kuraita High, a private high school for kids who just can't get along in normal schools, for whatever reason. It is there that he meets a young woman who changes his world forever...
NOTE: A cookie to anyone who can guess who the two teachers mentioned in this chapter are. (Jinx, if you read this, I certain as heck hope you get those!).
Ch. 1 Recommended Listening: English: "30 Minutes" -- T.a.T.u, "Try Again" Aaliyah. Japanese: "Harumonia" -- Naruto, "Koppelia no Hitsugi" -- Noir.
K~O~N~O--S~O~R~A Chapter One: DIVE - atashi - no - HAATO - ni (DIVE - INTO - MY - HEART)
He wasn't even there yet and he already hated it.
It wasn't that he hated so much the idea of the school itself -- he had read through the pamphlet that his angry guidance counseler had tossed at him and thought it sounded okay -- but it was what it stood for that bothered him. It was a place for kids whose parents or caretakers couldn't handle them. They said it was for kids who didn't get along in their schools, but that was bull and he knew it. This was a place where rebellious children of the rich were sent, along with the occasional orphaned troublemaker like himself. When the rich kids hit that rebellious teenager stage, their parents could just ship them off to a place like this. Of course, he didn't know he was wrong. He wasn't even there yet.
He slouched in his seat, tucking his hands into the pockets of his blue jeans and glaring resolutely at the back of the person sitting in front of him's head. Of course he would go, the state had given him a little paper saying so. But that didn't mean he had to like it. And -- he snickered to himself -- that didn't mean he couldn't pull twice as many pranks here as he had at his last school. He finally lifted himself from his anger with the resolution that he would make these people very sorry for sending him here, and smiled rather nastily at the window, at the empty landscape that was passing by.
My name is Uzumaki Naruto! He said to himself, And I won't let them forget it!
TOOI~SORA~KONO~SORA~UTSUKUSHII~SORA~HOSHI~SORA~NI
It seemed like a very long time until the bus finally stopped, the doors opening and the driver announcing, "Kuraita High!" in a voice like grating metal. Naruto stood, reaching up to grope for his bag. He pulled down the blue backpack with little difficulty, shouldered it, and got out, with a minimal of jeers from any other teen on the bus, which in his mind was an improvement. Holding in his hand the pamphlet, rulebook, and a letter to give to whoever was at the front desk, he ran his other hand through his unruly blonde hair, and looked up at the building that would be his home and school for the next couple of years.
The main building was huge and brick, old and covered with ivy that climbed like clawing hands. Large, dark wooden doors stood open to the sunny day, and tall windows allowed glimpses into the many worlds inside: the dark- haired history teacher pointing something out on the chalkboard; the pretty, red-wearing teacher of literature reading a passage aloud from a book she held open with one hand. The roof and trim of the building was a dull grey that contrasted slightly but managed to look sophisticated when paired with the dark brick. Concrete steps led to the big doors, like the stairway to heaven.
There were two identical buildings on either side of the main one, both made of the same dark brick and concrete as well. Those, he reasoned after a moment of wondering, must be the dorms. For a moment, he thought he could see some dark figure watching him from one of the windows on the leftmost building, but when he blinked, whoever or whatever it was had gone. He frowned slightly at the window "it" had been in, and looked back to the main building, and those ominous doors that looked like they lead to heaven but actually led to what he was sure must be hell.
With resolute steps that dragged slightly in the sincere wish to turn around and leave this place forever, he stepped forward. And whether it was to heaven or to hell he went, he would soon find out.
TOOI~SORA~KONO~SORA~UTSUKUSHII~SORA~HOSHI~SORA~NI
The big door to the boy's dorm pushed open with a creak that made the short, blonde boy jump about two feet into the air with a shout of, "What the Hell!?". Once he had calmed himself, he shook his head, sparing a glare for the noisy door. Clutched tightly in his left hand was the note that the receptionist had written him, saying what room he was to be staying in. The paper was rough, and now it was wrinkled. He unravelled it once again to blink at the number. B-13, it read. He thought it sounded more like a bomber jet than a dorm room, but as he couldn't think of any better way to say "boy's dorm room #13" in three letters/numbers or less, he let it go.
He looked at the number next to the first door to his left. B-02, said the door. He grinned. This should be easy! he thought.
Needless to say, five minutes later left him hopelessly lost, on a third floor hallway, near a door that read B-34. He wanted to scream out in frustration, and hit the wall, but he instead merely cursed loudly, and turned back towards the stair to go back downstairs and start over.
One could imagine his surprise at seeing someone standing on the stair when he got back. A girl of smallish size (though still taller than Naruto) stood on the stair, one hand reaching up as though moving to swipe the scruffy black hair out of her eyes. She looked up at him with wary, intelligent black eyes. She was wearing a blue tee-shirt and black jeans, along with a bracelet on one wrist that seemed to be made of just simple string and a single dark-blue bead. Her hand slowly lowered as she stood, staring at him staring at her.
"I heard someone yelling here," she said simply, her voice betraying not the slightest emotion. "I assume that was you..?"
"Hai," Naruto replied, grinning despite any embarrassment. "I'm looking for my room. B-13. D'you know where that is?"
"I ought to, since it's my room, too," she said, her voice now turned slightly condescending, and Naruto decided that he wasn't going to like her. "I'll show you where it is."
With that, she turned. He practically ran down the steps to catch up to her, skidding to a halt mere feet from her. She looked at him out of the corner of her eyes, her black eyes catching his light-blue ones for just a moment with a look that clearly said, Back off. But Naruto had already decided not to.
"Thanks a lot," he said with a smile, laughing. "I'm Uzumaki Naruto, by the way. Who're you?"
She gave him another frosty stare, still walking, and somehow avoiding hitting anything or even tripping.
"Uchiha Sasuke desu."
---to be continued---