Disclaimer: Naruto= Not Mine Story= Mine Random People who aren't in Naruto but are in the story= Also Mine

A/N: Wow. I wasn't expecting reviews! I know three isn't that many, but I'm excited. Problem is, it's only the second chapter, and already I'm hitting writers block. Crap... This does not bode well for the story. I am determined to make it to at least five chapters, though. Even if it sucks! If this chapter is disappointing, I'm sorry. I just need a little time to find my groove. It was the middle of the summer when I wrote the first chapter. Only problem was I don't have internet at my house, so I couldn't/can't post at home. (My mom's a stiffy). So anyway, I might need a little time to get back in my groove, since I was lazy the rest of the summer. There're also a few little warnings which are:

Future SasuNaru shounen-ai/yaoi/whatever you want to call it, so beware, A Little Rough Language, a lot of POV switching, and that's about it. Except that I'm not really familiar with most of the later series, so I don't know all the temperaments of the characters, and there may be some I don't know exist, so there could be some pretty serious OOC. Then again, there could be serious OOC anyway. That's why it's AU. Also, if I get a flame because you're some homophobe, I'll send it to hell and use it to roast you when you go there. If you don't like it, then don't read it. It's really not that hard of a concept to grasp.

So, with that said I'm done rambling and will now respond to my reviewers!

Ewon: Thank you so very much. And it's girl. I'm glad you like it. I was afraid it was horrible. Here's a cookie for your review. /Hands ewon an imaginary cookie/ Or if you don't like cookies, you can turn it into something else. (It is imaginary after all.)

Annachan: I know it's pretty crazy, but I've always had trouble with the slowly building plot. I like to throw myself into the story right away. My stories suffer for it sometimes, but it can have a nice effect occasionally. I'll try to move a little more slowly this time. Since I gave Ewon cookies for her review, I'll give you muffins. The yummy kind with tasty crispies on top. (Unless you don't like those, in which case you can imagine something else tasty as well)

Teki Star: I didn't realize I'd bolded everything until just after I'd posted it, and I didn't have time to change it. But I've fixed it now. I had it in bold on my computer at first. Sorry bout that. Anyway, I'm glad you liked it. Do you like pancakes? I've already given away cookies and muffins, but I still have pancakes for my reviewers. So I'll give you pancakes. (If you don't like them, you can imagine I've given you something you do like. Since they're imaginary pancakes anyway. But before you do that, I would suggest considering the fact that you also get imaginary syrup and powdered sugar, too.)

Thank you guys for your reviews! And now, after many paragraphs of blabbering, here is chapter 2.

But Home Is Nowhere...: We All Have A Little Sin That Needs Venting

Naruto's clothes were very nearly dry when the lunch bell rang at eleven forty five. His jeans were still damp on the backs of his knees, and his socks were soggy inside his shoes, but other than that, he was home free in the warm and dry zone. Now, normally this would have been a good reason to smile, but before his mouth had even curved half way up, he saw his locker. Or rather, he didn't see his locker. Instead, his senses were assaulted by the sight of at least forty shrieking girls crowded around his locker as if Justin Timberlake (1) were standing there giving away free kisses.

As he approached, hoping to avoid being throttled as he retrieved his lunch, he was devastated to discover that the source of all the teeny bopping behaviour was, in fact, the pretty boy himself, Sasuke. It was with great effort that he suppressed the overwhelming desire to vomit, and pushed his way determinedly through the horde of thrashing elbows and stomping stilettos (2), his ears ringing painfully with Sasuke's name.

Upon breaking through the front wave of girls, including the love of his life, Sakura, who gave him and absolutely revolted look, Naruto was immensely satisfied to discover the sheer disgust and terror plastered across Sasuke's face. The boy's eyes were pleading with Naruto to save him, but the blonde chose to ignore him as he opened their locker and extracted the brown paper bag which contained his lunch. He then turned and proclaimed loudly, "Sasuke! Why don't you eat lunch with these lovely ladies. They appear to like you." And with that, he pushed his way back through the ocean of girls, ignoring the way their faces seemed torn between disgust at being called lovely by Naruto and delight at the suggestion.

Naruto just smirked. If he couldn't get Sakura to like him right now(3), he could at least enjoy that horrible constipated look on the snob's face that came as a result of her attentions. It was really quite hilarious if he didn't think about it in terms of a fuck-job pussy stealing his love's afections. Because, really, Sasuke was obviously not a happy camper.

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Sasuke was ready to commit homicide by the time second period rolled around. He'd only been in class for fifty minutes and already, at least fifteen girls had made passes at him. Multiple times. It would seem that he'd been wrong about this place being no different than all the others. It was, in fact, much worse. The girls were louder and more obnoxious. The teachers, or at least his Algebra teacher was a complete head case capable of stirring his very soul into a state of profound boredom within five minutes of the first bell. And worst of all, when he'd looked at Naruto's schedule this morning, he'd discovered that it was identical to his own. It didn't help that they seemed to be the only two people in the grade with last names (4) beginning with the letter "U", meaning they would be sitting next to each other in every class.

The annoying blonde had spent the entire Algebra class glaring at him and throwing small pieces of trash at him when he thought Sasuke wasn't looking. He was sure he had three or four pieces of paper stuck in his hair at the moment, but he refused to acknowledge the dobe's antics by brushing them away. It was, as he liked people to think, beneath him to care.

Now, as he was walking down the hallway towards the Latin classroom, he was supremely annoyed to discover that he had not just three or four, but sixteen or seventeen pieces of wadded up notebook paper in his hair. (5) He cringed, contemplating how he would punish the dobe if he got the chance.

"Poison," was the quiet suggestion that sprung forth from his lips as a response. He smirked, ignoring the astonished look he'd received from his fellow students at the random declaration. Wouldn't it be nice to poison Naruto? To watch him turn blue and then keel over after drinking a glass of water? Yes. It would be very nice.

But then again, he wouldn't be able to get away with it.

TBC...

A/N: So! Whatdya think? Did I disappoint? I'm so afraid of disappointing, I wrote this chapter like eight times. You have to tell me if it was good or bad. Was that poison thing over the top, 'cause, you know he doesn't really want to poison him. He's just annoyed. I know it was short, but I didn't want to write the next few periods, and I had to get Sasuke to lunch before I could switch back to Naruto. Anyways, the next one will be longer, maybe. So anyways, thanks for reading. Review please...I give away imaginary treats. :)

In story A/N:

1. Okay, I don't even know if I spelled his name right. I know he's not really Japanese, but this is AU so we're just gonna pretend this is country where there's a dangerous culture splice. And just for the record, I DO NOT like Justin Timberlake. I just thought it was a good teeny bopping reference.

2. Tee Hee, alliteration. Okay, okay, I'm officially a bigger dork than I've ever been before.

3. I know this is out of character for Naruto to accept that Sakura doesn't like him, but I couldn't think of any better way to write the sentence. Oh well. Maybe they'll be friends later. Maybe not. I don't know.

4. I know the surnames come first, but I think we all get it. And I also know that it's rude to call someone by their first name if you don't know them well, but I would just mess that up while I was typing, so they're just calling each other by their first names.

5. I've just realized how supremely entertaining the idea of Mr. Dignified Sasuke walking down the hallway with wads of paper in his hair is. It makes me laugh.

P.S. The Chapter title is from "Omega" by Stonesour.