A/N: OMG! OMG! OMG! I have over 1000 hits! (cue the confetti) Thanks to everyone who is reading, and special thanks to the reviewers, particularly Toby-Chan, because you're a really great friend, Angsty Freedom Fighter for her beautiful fanarts (I love you!), and Auphanim for helping me be a better writer. :) I hope this story will continue to grow in its popularity. As long as people read it, I will continue to write it!

Chakliux-to answer your question, yes, they are lyrics from Piece of Heaven. I am absolutely addicted to that song :)

Summery: It's not easy being a high-school Freshman. When your elder brother is a Senior and the lead singer of Akatsuki, a famous band, you're the obsession of every girl in your class, and the guy you hated since Kindergarden is suddenly starting to look attractive to you, things start seeming even harder. Add crazy teachers to the mix and you're in for a wild ride. And they said high school can be boring...

Warning: There will be Shonen-Ai content here. If you don't like this, then don't read it. No one is twisting your arm and saying "Look. A SasuXNaru pairing, read now". You are perfectly free to leave, and I ask you do so if such pairings offend you. Flames from people soley because they dislike my pairings will NOT be tolerated. I'm slightly evil, I will make flamers who flame because of my pairings appear to be the biggest assholes on the planet. Don't do it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, its characters, or anything of that sort. I also don't own the songs the band is singing. Lyrics have been translated/altered to make sense, and can be from Saint Seiya, WeiB Kruez, or Samurai Troopers, depending what I find appropriate. All I own is this fanfiction, the fanfiction's plot, an Akatsuki cloak, and a slashed Leaf headband. I am a high school Senior myself, so suing me would be kind of pointless. So I'll make you a deal-you don't sue, and I won't cry...

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Iruka was a very, very evil man. There was no other way to put it. He...he had to do a report with Sasuke Uchiha? Him? Naruto Uzumaki? No. No, no, no. Wasn't happening. He didn't care if he got an "F" on the project and Jiraiya yelled at him for bad grades...he was NOT going to spend hours apon hours in the same room as Sasuke looking up information on the Boston Tea Party.

He scanned the room for Mr.-Holier-Than-Thou. Said Holier-Than-Thou was nochalantly taking notes, as though none of this bothered him.

Naruto grew angrier at the sight of Sasuke just sitting there, calmly taking notes. He thought he was so cool, so pretty and perfect...

...Wait? Did he just say he thought Sasuke was pretty?

He must be sick in the head. He started punching himself on the head.

Unbelieveable! Disgusting! he thought desprately.

"Naruto. Did you hear a word I said?", Iruka's voice cut through his thoughts. He sounded irritated and the rest of the class laughed.

"Yes, Iruka-Sensei. Sasuke and I will be working on a project on the Boston Tea Party together", Naruto sighed.

Iruka sighed. "Naruto, I mentioned the project groups twenty minutes ago. I am talking about taxes on goods right now."

'Oh! I knew that!", Naruto said cheerilly

Iruka decided not to press the issue any further and went back to teaching his lesson. It was times like these where he wondered why he became a teacher in the first place.

Naruto went back to his own thoughts about how unfair the project was.

The bell finally rang, and he hastened to pack his things up and get out of the classroom.

He was in such a rush, he scrambled from his chair and landed flat on his face. He looked up to see Sasuke standing over him, that irritating smirk on his face.

"Look", Sasuke said, making no attempt to help Naruto up. "It's obvious you need a good grade on this project".

Naruto's blood boiled. Now Sasuke was calling him stupid. Ok, in all honesty and fairness, that was probably true, but Sasuke of all people had no right to call him that...

...even if he did have the highest GPA in the class...

Damn the Sasuke-Bastard!

"So we'll make this easy. You can get on my bus this afternoon and come back to my house to start working on the project. I'll have my brother take you home afterwards".

Naruto gaped, open-mouthed, as Sasuke walked away. Didn't he have a say in this? Apparently he didn't, because the dark-haired boy had disappeared from view, no doubt heading to their English lesson.

"DAMN YOU, SASUKE-BASTARD!", Naruto screamed outloud.

Iruka was still in the classroom.

Naruto recieved detention on Friday for improper language.

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Gaara sighed as the bell rang, signaling the end of class. He didn't want to do this stupid project. Intolerable Acts, or whatever it was they were doing.

"Gaara! Over here!". Gaara looked up as a boy dressed in green came running up to him. Rock Lee. At least he seemed excited.

Gaara didn't say anything as Lee reached him. He just nodded at the other boy to acknowledge him.

"So, where do you want to go? I was thinking the library, but the bookstore might work, too...or we could go back to my house and look stuff up on my computer...", Lee continued to babel on and on.

Gaara held up his hand, resisting the urge to smile. Lee had so much energy.

"Why don't we just go to the library?", he suggested

Gaara blinked-Lee had already dashed off. And he was fast as hell!

He walked at a leisurely pace. Sooner or later the energetic youth would realize he wasn't with him and would slow down.

Or so Gaara hoped.

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Itachi breezed into Anna's Cafe shortly after three to start his shift. He'd had a part-time job there for a little over a year, having been hired shortly after his sixteenth birthday. The cafe was a small hole-in-the wall place, done up in a girly fashion. The interior was painted white, with lacy pink curtains, a pink clock on the wall, and many plants and flowers. Itachi slumped against the counter to wait for customers. By four o'clock, the place would be bustling with high-school girls, chatting and giggling, flirting with Itachi, and wondering why he wasn't flirting back.

"Itachi-Kun!", a voice sang. A young woman with long brown hair and bright blue eyes smiled at Itachi as she smoothed down her long blue skirt. "Why aren't you wearing your apron, Itachi-Kun?". This was Anna, the owner of the coffee shop.

"Because it is frilly and pink?", Itachi asked.

Anna laughed. "We have a new guy, Itachi-Kun. Might I ask you to wear your apron and set a good example?"

Itachi pulled on the apron-it really didn't bother him. He was comfortable enough in his masculinity not to be bothered by it. Besides, he went to school in a dress. A frilly apron was nothing.

Anna beamed. "Come out, Kisame-Kun. Don't drag your feet..." she shook her head at Itachi. "Poor thing seems so shy".

Itachi quickly came to the conclusion Anna couldn't have ment his Kisame, because his Kisame was a long way off from "shy".

Sure enough Kisame came out then, wearing the coffee shop guy's uniform-a starched white shirt, khaki pants, and the apron. His blue-gray cheeks were stained a pink that rivaled the aprons. Itachi almost laughed at him.

"Cheer up, SharkBoy, you'll get used to it", Itachi said playfully.

Anna's smile grew. "You know each other?"

"Since Kindergarden".

"Perfect! You can teach him the basics, Itachi-Kun!".

"Huh...Anna, wait..."

Too late, the brunette woman was out the door, her long braided hair flying behind her.

Itachi sighed and looked at Kisame. "Looks like it's just you and me..."

"And the fifty girls screaming your name and begging you to father their children", Kisame replied

Itachi thunked his head on the counter. This was going to be a long day.

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His danna was home ill today, all alone, to wallow in his feverish misery-well, that certainly wouldn't do. No one should be alone when they weren't feeling well. Deidara chuckled as he pulled on his denim jacket, his eyes on his desk. Sasori's homework was bound neatly with a paperclip, lying next to a basket that contained gingerale, graham crackers, chicken broth, a bottle of bismuth, bismuth tablets to take to school with him once he was well enough to return, and other supplies that would help ease the discomfort associated with having the stomach flu, including a snuggly teddy bear. Deidara himself had had the bug earlier in the week and knew how miserable Sasori probably was. He grabbed the basket and Sasori's homework, scribbled a note to his mother to let her know that he would be at Sasori's house, and hurried out the door.

As luck (or lack there of) would have it, Toby happened to be out and about at the same time Deidara was.

"Deidara-Chan!"

Deidara sighed as Toby came running up to him. He couldn't very well do anything now unless he wanted to make a huge scene in public. He smiled at Toby, but at the same time, made an attempt to walk past him.

"Hey, what'cha got there?" Toby asked.

"Sasori-danna is sick, un", Deidara replied.

"Ah. I see." Toby tried not to look as though Deidara's innocent comment had hurt him. He knew if he was the one who was ill, Deidara wouldn't go through so much trouble.

"Ummm...I'll...just be going now, un." Deidara looked very uncomfortable.

In his haste to get away, the blond tripped. He let out a cry as he started to fall, but he was caught around the waist by Toby.

"Ah. Thanks, un"

Toby was about to release Deidara when he heard someone call out "Look! That boy is being abusive towards that girl!"

Toby let go really quickly and scrambled away. Deidara shook his head-everyone and their grandmother had confused him for a girl at sometime. Poor Toby, though. He looked mortified.

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"...In May of 1773 Parliament concocted a clever plan. They gave the struggling East India Company a monopoly on the importation of tea to America. Additionally, Parliament reduced the duty the colonies would have to pay for the imported tea. The Americans would now get their tea at a cheaper price than ever before...Naruto!" Sasuke clenched his teeth-the moron had fallen asleep! "Wake up!"

"Ugghh...no. I think I had enough ramen, Jiraiya-San"

Sasuke's temple twitched. Jiraiya! How dare he call him by the name of his perverted caretaker! Ok, so he was asleep, but still...

"Wake up now!" the dark-haired boy ordered, shaking the light-haired one's shoulder. "Wake up, you idiot! Our project's not that boring!"

Naruto grabbed Sasuke and pulled him against him. "Don't be like that, Mr. Snuggles."

Sasuke tried to pull himself up. Damn blond. He'd better not be playing around. He'd just managed to get loose when Naruto grabbed him back again. They toppled over. Sasuke landed on top of Naruto, and their lips met briefly-which, besides being utterly and completely nauseating, would not have been that big a deal-except the blond opened his eyes at that exact moment.

"Gyahh!", Naruto cried "You took advantage of me!"

"Don't be stupid", Sasuke snapped "Why would I want to take advantage of you? You grabbed me"

"Ew! I'm tainted! I grabbed you!", Naruto wailed "Oh, I hope being an asshole isn't contagious!"

Sasuke rolled his eyes. "I hope your stupidity doesn't rub off on me."

Naruto's blue eyes shot open. "I want to go home now. You're so mean!"

"You called me an asshole!"

"Well, if the shoe fits..."

Sasuke grit his teeth and looked at the clock. Itachi wouldn't get off work until 7:30, which ment he probably wouldn't get home until eight. It was six now...

...The night would never end...

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"My God, Lee. How on Earth could you have gotten drunk off rum raisen ice cream?" Gaara asked. This was the most amazing phenominum the redhead had ever witnessed. It was like the slightly older boy had no tolerance to alcohol at all.

Lee muttered something unintelligable. Gaara sighed. They'd been doing really well together, especially for two people who made fairly average grades. That's when Lee had suggested they take a break and get some ice cream. Gaara had been in one of his rare good moods, and had suggested they buy a pint to take back to Lee's house, that way they could have their snack and work at the same time. He'd even offered to pay for the ice cream. What he didn't know at the time was that he was causing the appocolypse by buying rum raisen ice cream. He was only glad they'd brought the ice cream back and weren't out in public somewhere.Gaara looked at his watch. "You still alive, Lee?"

No response.

"Lee?" Gaara stood up and walked out of Lee's room, into the hallway. He could just imagine this whole thing being taped for Candid Camera-the situation was far too ackward for it not to be an act one someone's part. Who the hell really got drunk off of ice cream?

He walked a little further, into the kitchen. The door to the fridge was open, Lee passed out just infront of it. An open jug of water was in Lee's hands, the icy cold liquid spreading across the floor and soaking into the youth's clothes.Gaara jerked him out of the puddle of water and shut the water jug and the fridge. He dragged him none-too-gently back to his room and practically tossed him on the bed. Gaara sighed. This was his fault, he couldn't leave until Lee woke up. If it had been anyone else, even his own brother, Kankuro, he could have left in a heartbeat, with no guilt at all. This wasn't the case with Lee, though. Lee had always been so nice to him-the only student who was nice to him. So instead of leaving, Gaara set to work cleaning up the mess.

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Crying. Someone was crying. Toby wasn't someone to just walk away from that, either. Especially not when the crying person was a pretty girl.

"What's the matter?" Toby asked, taking a seat on the bench beside the girl.

The girl lifted her head. Toby reconigzed her-it was Sakura from their band class.

"It's nothing. Don't worry about it.", she said.

"Oh. I bet it's not "nothing".", Toby replied. If he remembered clearly, Sakura had a mad crush on Sasuke. "Why do you let him get to you like this? If he causes you this much pain, obviously he's not worth it."

"What would you know about it?" Sakura asked, her green eyes narrowing into angry slits.

"More than you know." Toby's thoughts drifted to Deidara. He was different than Sasuke, though. The blond had never been out-right rude to Toby while Sasuke seemed to make a point of hurting Sakura's feelings every opportunity he got, mocking her and calling her annoying.

Sakura sighed. "Is some girl hell-bent on breaking your heart?"

"Eh. Something like that." Toby smiled.

Sakura glanced at him. It took her a moment to figure out what he was talking about. Once the realization struck that Toby was gay, she blushed the color of a cherry blossom. Toby laughed.

"Maybe I should just get over him", Toby murmured once they'd stopped laughing. "He has never mentioned a boyfriend outright, but when you call someone your danna..."

"It means you're dating them", Sakura finished. She smiled gently at Toby. "But you know just as well as I do how hard it is to get over someone you like."

Toby leaned back against the bench. "Listen to us. We sound pitiful." His stomach growled just then. "Come on. Let's get dinner-my treat."

"Oh. Thank you, but I-"

"I won't take no for an answer.", Toby replied and pulled a laughing Sakura off the bench.

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"No, Deidara. You can't be serious.", Sasori groaned. Was Deidara really a boy? He was so girly!

Deidara pouted. "He'll make you feel better, un! Sometimes it's nice to have things to cling to. Especially when you're sick, un."

Sasori's face remained devoid of emotion as he fixed his lovely reddish-brown orbs on the blond. Why was he so cute?

"I don't want to sleep with a stuffed bear, Deidara." He turned his head to the side to cough.

"Danna, you didn't eat your soup, un."

"My stomach feels like it is being ripped open. I don't want to eat."

"You don't eat enough, un."

Sasori sighed and leaned back against his pillows. He wasn't in the mood to argue with Deidara.

Deidara's gaze dropped to the floor for a moment. He looked back up. "Sasori-danna, un...I...worry about you, un. I don't like it when you're sick, un."

Sasori was surprised to see a couple of tears splash onto the front of Deidara's bizzare denim jacket. "I know you do..." he replied, for really, he had no idea what else to say. He racked his brain to figure out something to cheer the blond up. Something that would show him that he did, infact, appreciate what he was doing for him.

"Deidara", he said slowly. "Tell you what...How about as soon as I'm feeling better I take you to the fair?"

Deidara's eyes lit up. "You mean it, un?"

Sasori almost laughed. "Yes, yes I do."

"That'd be great, un!"

Deidara's excited cry fell to deaf ears, however. Sasori had fallen asleep, the faintest of smilesd playing on his lips.

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"Unbelieveable...Really, Kisame...we have to get this mess cleaned up before Anna gets back!" Itachi's eyes were locked on the cappachino that had spewed everywhere.

"I TOLD you I couldn't use that damn machine!" Kisame shot back hotly. He was not going to let Itachi put all the blame on him.

"Geeze, I didn't know it was that hard to use." Itachi rolled his eyes and sloshed through the sticky mess to put the "CLOSED" sign on the door.

Kisame grabbed a mop and started to mop up the mess on the floor. This had to be the most ackward day of work EVER.

Itachi sighed and grabbed a sponge to get the mess off the walls and counter. He couldn't believe Kisame had messed up making cappachino.

Finally he finished up cleaning the counters and walls. It had taken the better part of an hour. Itachi tossed the spong in the sink and leaned up against the counter. He was officially exhausted.

Kisame set the mop up against the wall a short time later. He walked over to Itachi and leaned next to him. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright", Itachi murmured.

Kisame leaned in closer to Itachi, until their lips were touching. Nothing like a nice kiss to make up for a silly arguement.

"Aha! So you ARE dating!" The girl's voice was cheerful.

Itachi and Kisame broke apart. Kisame blushed, but Itachi looked thoroughly unruffled.

This was one of those times when the taller admired the smaller's ability to remain cool.

"Temari. We're closed. Didn't you see the sign?"

Temari laughed. "I did. But our uncle asked me to look for Gaara. He hasn't come home yet."

"Oh. Gaara's probably still with Lee." Itachi pushed a stray lock of hair from his eyes.

"Lee?"

"Yeah. Some sort of group project. I only know about this because I'm supposed to take Sasuke's partner home when I get back."

"Ah. I see. Well, I'll go tell him that Gaara's doing homework. Thanks guys...and for future referance, a coffee shop is not the best of places for making out." Temari winked at them and left.

"Bitch.", Itachi muttered as Temari disappeared out the door, but he was smiling.

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Unknown to Itachi and Kisame, a gray-eyed figure was watching them intently. Their purpose? To get as much information on the duo as they possibly could.

"My eyes are on you, Akatsuki", the figure murmured. "Watch out"

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A/N: There. I hope this more than made up for the crappiness of Chapter 3. LOL. I am very please with this chapter, and I even ended it with a little teaser. This fic will remain humorous, but as you can see, an actual plot is developing, This story's going to get less fluffy. Because too much fluff makes you sick. Hope you enjoyed!