Disclaimers: I don't own Naruto. If I did, you guys would know. There'd be soo many yaoi scenes. Also, I stole the idea for this story and the title from a book called The Red Orchestra. Well, borrowed, loosely. The Red Orchestra is a true story, this isn't. See?

:The Leaf Symphony:

By: Kawaakari

Seventeen-year-old Naoko Uzumi tapped a fingernail against the surface of the glossy new identification card in front of him, eyeing it critically. He flipped a few long golden strands out of his face.

"Not too bad. The picture is off-center a hair. You've definitely improved."

The young man nodded enthusiastically, taking his card back and clutching it to his chest as if it were his lifeline.

"Next." Naoko called, slouching back to sit on the table. A brown-haired girl stepped up and held out an identification card with trembling hands, hardly believing her luck at being so close to her handsome young teacher. Her brown eyes flicked over his shaggy golden blond hair and across his smooth tanned skin, her eyes settling on the faint impression of his lips under the lower-face mask he wore. She didn't realize she'd been staring until those kissable lips turned up in a half smile.

She wrenched her eyes up and Naoko gave a full grin as she blushed. "Nice work. You have a keen eye, Mina-chan."

Mina blushed more, if possible. "T-thank you, Uzumi-sensei." He nodded and handed her the card.

Naoko clapped his hands and stood. "All right, you little brats. You all passed the test. Congrats! Remember that exams are coming up in two weeks, so be sure to study."

The class of fifteen or so young teens groaned. One boy in the back called out. "Ne, sensei, you're not that much older than us! That makes you a brat, too!"

"Yeah, but I'm the teacher. So I guess that makes you the brat, brat." Naoko smirked as he lifted up the stack of ungraded papers from his desk.

"No, you still look like a brat to me." Chimed in a harsh growling voice. Naoko looked up. Zabuza Momochi stood silhouetted in the doorway, one hand bracing himself against the doorframe. Naoko gave Zabuza a dirty look as his students began laughing.

"Aw, is it Grandparent's Day again?" Naoko shot back. His students began snickering again and Naoko turned the dreaded "teacher's eye" upon them. "Chapter fifteen. Go." He turned back to Zabuza. "What'd ya need, old man?"

"Just thought I'd drop by with some happy news. You're proctoring for the upcoming exam. Joys upon joys, huh? Haku got stuck with proctor duty, too." Naoko shot the bandage-masked man a silent question with a comically long-suffering, woebegone face. "I avoided duty with my dashing good looks and roguish charm."

"More like you threatened the administrators." Naoko muttered, shuffling the papers. His class was torn between watching the banter between the two teachers and reading the next chapter in their textbooks. Without looking away from Zabuza, Naoko threatened them. "You three in the middle might want to read that chapter. We're having a test on it tomorrow. Oh, wait." The bell had begun to ring. "It's homework then. See you tomorrow, brats."

Zabuza moved from the doorway to allow Naoko's grumbling students out. When the last student left, Zabuza made his way over to lean against a desk near Naoko's. "Haku wanted to have you over for dinner tonight. He's worried you aren't eating enough. I have to agree with him. You're starting to look positively corpse-like."

"Sheesh. You really have no subtlety do you?" The two men turned to see a highly effeminate, gorgeous man striding toward them.

"All the finesse of a dying hippo." Naoko agreed. "Hello, Haku."

"Hello. Don't try to dodge the subject, Naoki. Have you been eating right lately?" Haku walked up to Naoko and placed on slim pale hand on his forehead. Naoko shrugged it off.

"Geez, Mom. I'm fine. I've just been working out more." He flexed his arm. "See? Bulging muscles."

Zabuza snorted and Haku joined him on the desk, leaning his head against the taller man's shoulder. "I hear tell we're proctoring the next exam together." Naoko nodded, settling himself back onto his desk, papers forgotten. "Did you hear that this one is inter-scholastic? At least three other major academies are bringing their best and brightest down to our neck of the woods."

Zabuza smiled, toying with Haku's long chocolate brown locks. "Maybe you'll find someone your own age, so you can get over your silly crush on me."

"And maybe you'll choke and die." Naoko snarled back. "A crush on you? In your dreams. Now Haku, he's another story." The blond smirked as Zabuza's arms closed around Haku with definite flashing "Out of Bounds" signs. "Just kidding, just kidding." His smirk faded as he thought about Zabuza's words. "The incoming examinees would be about my age, wouldn't they? Maybe I'll see someone I knew from - from before." The couple on the desk worriedly watched the blond's perspective turn inward for a moment, then he was smiling again as if nothing had happened. "What are we having for dinner tonight?"

Haku laughed. "Tacos and the ramen of your choosing."

Naoko whooped. "Blessed ramen! Haku, I love you!" He lunged from his desk to give Haku a quick hug. "I've got to get these papers graded. I'll see you guys around five! Yes! Ramen!" The teen pumped his fist in the air, snatched his papers and messenger bag from the desktop, then dashed out the door.

"He's so predictable." Zabuza commented to no one in particular. Haku snuggled back into his chest with an affirmative sound.

"Do you think he'll find someone he knew from before?" Haku asked softly after a moment. Before being when Naoko had shown up on their doorstep half-naked, bloody, and shivering with no memories of how he came to be in that state.

"Maybe, maybe not." Zabuza replied, nuzzling the top of his lover's head.

Maybe. Maybe not.

AN: Okay, guys. Naoko Uzumi is Naruto Uzumaki, for those who haven't figured it out yet. I'm just calling him Naoko to avoid confusion on my part. I swear the story will pick up later. Sorry for the sheer OOCness of it all, but hey, this is my creation.