Okay, so I guess you've probably figured out that I don't own Naruto. But, I do have a plan to steal. I'll go in undercover and perform a sting operation. Woo Hoo! ;)
A/N: Hello Everybody! Welcome to chapter three of But Home Is Nowhereâ Thank you for reading. I haven't really got much to say here, so I'll just say I'm going to up the rating just to be safe, because I don't know of anything rated PG where they use the word fuck. And that's about it. There's one more thing that needs to happen before you read the story though.
Clears throat
Ahem
Now, it is officially time to thank my reviewers:
ewon: I'm sooo happy you enjoyed it. You were actually the first person to review meâEver, so it is important that you like it. I'm sorry it was so short. This one should be much longer. I also plan on keeping Naruto evil for at least a few more chapters. I think it's great when he's that way. So, I gave you cookies last time. This time I'll give you lemon squares. (mmmmmmmmm.) -Hands ewon imaginary Lemon squares- Thanks for your review.
Yaoilover S: I'm glad you liked it. I know high school fics aren't always that original, but I like them too. I always like to see how people integrate the characters into the setting. Anyways. Thanks so much for your review. And, since I give away imaginary treats to my reviewers, here –whips out a tray of imaginary brownies- are some brownies for you! (Unless you don't like those. In which case, use your imagination and turn them into something else.)
Ah Ha! I've remembered what I forgot! Warnings! They are: Language, OOC, absurdity, and last but totally not least, future SASUNARU, meaning boys on boys. Now that this has been said. There isn't any yet, but stop reading now if you don't want it. I personally find it very sexy and will not tolerate a flame about it, because you have been warned. That said, on to chapter three!
But Home Is Nowhereâ: I Gave Up Fighting
Sasuke's next three classes were spent pondering whether or not it was really right of him to want to poison Naruto. He'd only known the kid for a couple of hours, and when he thought about it, the blonde was the first person he'd met in years who didn't completely worship him. It was refreshing in a masochistic sort of way. But then, it was also difficult to tolerate the constant barrage of irksome antics stemming from the stormy nimbus that was Naruto. Sasuke shook his head.
"Maybe there's a reason, though," he said out loud, and the teacher turned on him.
"Is there something you'd like to share with us?" Her voice was loud and annoyed, as if this were his hundredth offense, rather than his first. It wasn't until he looked up; supremely confused, but ready to give a pleasant answer that he realized there had been a mistake. Ms. Russell(1) was looking, not at him, but at the exasperating blonde who had, less than thirty seconds before, been the object of his ponderance (2).
Said blonde was spluttering incoherently in an apparently unsuccessful attempt to relay that it was not him that had spoken, but Sasuke. He pointed his finger directly at Sasuke and practically shouted, "I- I didn't- It was him! I swear! God dammit. Why does everything always" The last part was left unsaid, as he trailed off into a disgruntled growl. He scowled harshly, and Sasuke noticed a set of whisker-like markings on his cheeks that turned downward, lending him the look of a very angry feline. Or maybe a fox.
Ms. Russell merely shook her head and said quietly, "That's the last time, Mr. Uzumaki." Sasuke had to wonder a bit. It seemed as if everyone hated this boy, who, as far as Sasuke could tell, hadn't really done anything. Except maybe the execution of extremely vexing behaviour. He frowned. There had to be something else.
"But what is it?" He spoke more quietly this time, making sure no one but the few students beside and in front of him could hear. (3) 'What the hell could he have done to warrant such widespread public hatred?' He began to tap his pencil lightly on his desk, letting the rhythmic clicking lull him more deeply into his thoughts. He knew there had to be something. 'People are too cruel for it to be simple annoyance with him.' "I have to find out!"
"Would you shut the fuck up, Pretty Boy!" Sasuke turned in surprise, pulled from his reverie by the harsh whisper of Naruto. "You're gonna get me a D-hall (4) on the first day." Sasuke just stared, mouthing a silent, 'Sorry,' briefly wondering if Naruto would even care if he apologized.
Apparently not. A minute later, Naruto had ripped several strips of notebook paper and wadded them into tiny balls. He then proceeded to continue his activities from Algebra class, throwing them into Sasuke's hair for the rest of the History lesson. Sasuke just scowled. He was definitely going to have to figure this kid out.
'I have to figure him out. He's the only person I've met in the last five years who hasn't bent over backwards to assure my every comfort. I have to get to know him just for the principle of it all.' It would be a worthy challenge, he decided. He'd never had to work to earn anyone's respect, and it was starting to wear on him. Maybe this would be his chance. "It would be nice to have to make an effort," he whispered, silencing at the glare given by Naruto. The blonde was now chewing on a piece of paper.
'Oh fuck. He's gonna shoot a spitball at me.' Sasuke shook his head, and prepared himself for the utterly disgusting experience of having a spit-logged piece of paper stuck in his well groomed locks. Naruto was smirking at him, holding a straw, which he seemed to have produced out of thin air, and preparing to fire.
Then, a shrill ringing noise filled Sasuke's ears, and as if in slow motion, he ducked down, picking up his bag and stuffing his books into it. As he slid out of his chair, staying low to the ground, he saw Naruto's cheeks slowly lose their balloon like shape as a huge soggy wad shot out the end of the straw, and directly through the space where his head would have been, lodging itself firmly into some girl's massive auburn ponytail. The poor thing didn't even notice.
Naruto's face fell and Sasuke let out a sigh of relief. He stood shakily and hurried quickly away from the classroom. Apparently, he was going to have a very hard time getting to know this guy, who appeared to be hell bent on ruining his life, or at least his hair.
"But why my hair?" Sasuke was still frowning, contemplating the many levels of annoyance Naruto had managed to bring him to during the course of four and a half hours when he noticed something weird was occurring near their locker. 'I wonder what happened.'
There were probably forty girls standing around his intended destination, some looking disappointed, and some looking immensely hopeful. It didn't occur to him what was going on until one of them (he thought it might be the girl from this morning- Sakujo or something) saw him and shouted,
"There he is! Sasuke, we've been waiting for you!"
Suddenly, all thoughts of Naruto were pushed out of his head as his brain launched into a number of complicated calculations, including the distance from where he was standing back to his house, the speed at which he would have to run in order to successfully evade the throng of squealing girls, and the probability that he would be able to escape at all. The last one was easiest. They'd already seen him, "So that would be a negatory, Sasuke. You let them see you, so now you have to face them."
His expression was grave as he approached the girls, and the one with the pink hair, latched onto his right arm. Immediately, another one with blonde hair attached herself like a leech to his left, glaring a challenge at the other.
"I'm Ino," the blonde said, in what she must've thought was a seductive voice. "Don't mind Sakura-"
'Sakura! That was it. I knew it was something with an S.' Sasuke felt minorly triumphant until he was reminded of the other thirty-eight girls who had begun to fight over his arms, unsuccessfully. When he'd reached his locker, he pulled roughly away from Sakura and Ino, rubbing his extremities to renew blood-flow before opening his lock. It took him three tries, because he'd had to memorize a new one that morning. Naruto had insisted that they use his lock, and Sasuke, faced with Naruto changing the lock in ten minutes and not telling him the code at all, had been forced to acquiesce.
When he finally attained success, he ripped open the door, causing the girls to move backward in an uproar of whispers about all his manly strength. He grimaced. 'Maybe I should tell them I'm gay, or something.' He turned this thought over in his head once or twice. 'No. That could lead to problems.'
He reached in the locker and grabbed the brown paper bag, which contained his lunch. There was a loud bang as the locker slammed shut, and Sasuke cringed at the squeal that ran through the crowd in a ripple, starting with Sakura and Ino. Then Naruto appeared, pushing his way through the throng of admirers and frowning slightly. That is, he was frowning until he broke through the front of the crowd, at which point a gleeful expression overtook his eyes.
Unfortunately for Sasuke, it seemed that Naruto was going to make up for his botched spitball operation. Sasuke's face fell even further, and he hoped his eyes were pleading as desperately as he wanted them to, because Naruto was smirking as he extracted his own lunch from the locker. 'Oh shit,' was the only thought running through Sasuke's mind as Naruto turned around, facing all the girls as he proclaimed loudly,
"Sasuke! Why don't you eat lunch with these lovely ladies? They appear to like you."
Sasuke could only watch in horror as Naruto departed, leaving the girls to fall in on him. He couldn't help but think that perhaps a little poison wasn't such a bad idea after all.
TBC
A/N: So. That was it. Much longer than the last one, but still, a little short. I promise the next one will be longer. And it will feature both POV's. I'm wondering if this is really believable. I mean does it all make sense? I need to know. Please tell me what you think. I would be eternally grateful. (In other words: Please review.) As for the chapter title, it comes from a song by AFI called "Reiver's Music". It's not mine (though one would think I could've come up with it if I tried) Oh! And one last thing. I know Naruto didn't have any thoughts about any of the stuff that just happened in chapter two, but I didn't know I was gonna write this. Please excuse the discrepancies. I'll try to edit later.
And now, the ISAN (In Story Author's Notes):
1. I know it's a stupid name, but it's my History teacher's name, so whatever, right? It's Just a cameo.
2. Okay, I know this isn't a real word, but I use it all he time. In case you haven't figured this out, it means the same thing as pondering or thoughts. I make up words all the time, so please don't be mad.
3. Single quotations will mean the beginning and end of thoughts. Since Sasuke likes to talk to himself.
4. D-Hall is what we call detention at my school. I know people who don't know that so, that's what that means
And Finally, Something I've decided to do just now. I might keep up with it, or I might not.
Coming up next chapter
The Great Lunch Fiasco! How will Naruto react when his lunch is not what he expected?
AndâThe Elective class! It's creative writing, and there's a project. Who will the teacher be? What will they do in class? How will Naruto react when he has to write a poem? What color underwear is Sasuke wearing? Tune in next time to find out, on But Home Is Nowhere