Disclaimer: Naruto and Sasuke are not mine and I don't make profit out of this.

Pairings: Need to say more?

Warnings: Alternate Universe. College fic. SasuNaru fluff and more.

Summary: SasuNaru. Sasuke's life revolved only around himself. But when rivals appeared, how long will he able to deny the only person who managed to turn his world upside down. NejiNaru, GaaNaru.

Blue Sky

Chapter Three

Conflicting Emotions

The falling debris did not make much sound as it joined the pile of burning paper and wood. The sound of his erratic heartbeat droned out the cries around him and his vision was clouded by smoke and red mass of fire. Naruto struggled to his feet. He had fallen down, his back painfully smashing against the wall when a shelf, twelve feet tall, toppled down a minute or so ago. He was lucky it missed him by mere centimeters. He pushed down one knee against the wooden floor to aid him in standing, and noted that he was badly shaking.

I won't die like this!

He ignored the painful throb coming from his right arm where a burning wood might had cut through. The wetness seeping into his clothes became noticeable. He leaned on the wall to catch his breath as he strained his eyes to see past the gray smoke and fallen ledges. He was coughing roughly; his lungs seemed to be as strained as his body was. Breathing shallowly, he forced his legs to move and tread the only path not yet ruined by the fire. He had tripped a few times over chips of woods and books but not once did he stop.

I'll prove to everyone I'm not weak!

Naruto blinked. He had woken up to find himself lying on a familiar cushion. His body still ached from the blows he had received but at the moment, all he wanted was some water. He ignored the stinging and propped his body with his arms, hissing in pain and discomfort at the contact.

"Naruto!"

He blinked back in surprise.

"Ne-ji?" He croaked out. I really need some water.

The pale-eyed Hyuuga immediately made his way to the still struggling blonde, plopping down on the side of the bed to aid him in sitting up.

"…need…water…" He mumbled weakly and Neji was gone in a second. He closed his eyes for a moment and regulated his breathing. When he had opened them, Neji was already beside him with a glass of water and an anxious look. Naruto gave him a grateful smile. He drank all the contents of the glass and Neji had to fetch water two more times before his thirst was fully quenched. When he placed the empty glass on the desk beside the bed, he was already grinning albeit quite strained.

Neji didn't say anything but the look he was giving made Naruto shift uncomfortably on his bed.

....My bed?

"Neji, what am I doing here?" He remembered what happened back in the alley with painful (he flinched inwardly) clarity but he didn't remember walking or being dragged into his apartment.

Neji gave him a strange look as if he was contemplating whether to tell him the truth or lie. Naruto fixed him an intense glare. He did want to know how the hell he managed to get here safe and whole.

After a few more seconds of staring (and glaring in Naruto's case), Neji finally gave in.

"I found you outside the Student Council Office. You were unconscious." Naruto's eyes almost bulged out from their sockets.

"What?" He burst out and he felt a painful twitch in his throat. He coughed loudly and Neji had to get another glass of water to stop him from coughing.

"You don't need to shout Naruto."

His face heated up a little at that. I need to calm down.

"How did I end there?" He asked although at the back of his mind, a conclusion was being formed already.

Neji shook his head.

"I don't know. I saw you leaning on the wall outside of the office. I tried to wake you up…" Neji's voice trailed down.

"…but you didn't…"

"I…" Naruto looked at him but he had hidden his eyes away from him through his dark hair.

"…carried you and brought you here."

Naruto felt his body give in. He slumped soundly on his bed, eyes trailed on the white painted ceiling with orange and red streaks…

When he first moved in his apartment, he had tried to convince Kabuto (one of the servants of his aunt that was asked watch over him) to paint the walls and the ceiling. He had wanted to paint them orange but glassie (as he liked to call him) refused and had insisted orange was not just suitable. In the end, he had only managed to smear small amounts of his favorite color when the other man was busy painting the far side of the wall.

He glanced at Neji, who then had finally raised his face to regard him. When their eyes met, his face broke into a huge and genuine smile.

"Thanks Neji." …for the trouble you went through. He added in his thoughts.

He broke the contact and thoughtfully looked at the ceiling again, trying to hide his flushed face. After all, he was not used to this kind of emotion. 'People caring' was rare. Something he had only wished and…hoped. He smiled broadly.

But I can get used to this feeling.

"Naruto." He was looking at his friend, still contemplating on how he could care for him, when Neji suddenly leaned down on him, clamping his hands on both sides of his shoulders, and pulled him rather painfully (he had bruises on his shoulders too!) towards his chest. His eyes widened in surprise and momentary confusion.

Neji pulled Naruto towards him and felt his heart squeezed at the contact.

I…

"NEJI!"

…I can't help it!

But Neji was not listening. When Naruto had somewhat recovered from the shock, he started poking him hard on the side a few times.

"Neji?"

When Neji still hadn't let go. He started to squirm and wiggle his way out of Neji's arms.

The blonde head was wriggling out of him that Neji instinctively tightened his grip on Naruto's shoulders with one hand as the other crawled onto the blonde hair, pushing Naruto further into his chest. He felt the shorter boy stiffened then squirmed in his arms. The sensation that it brought made him snapped out of his reverie and that was when he became aware of their positions.

What am I doing?

In a flash, he let go of Naruto and stood up, his back facing him in embarrassment.

"What the hell Neji? Are you trying to kill me?" The blonde's arms latched across his chest and neck protectively. His face was flushed and so was his neck. His blonde hair was an utter mess that Neji had almost smiled if it weren't for the seriousness of the situation.

Why won't you say anything?

Neji's back became rigid. After a brief silence where only Naruto's muttering can be heard, he cast a sideway glance at the blonde, eyes trailed on the narrow hallway of Naruto's apartment that lead to the small kitchen, and spoke in a somewhat restrained voice.

"You should eat, Naruto."

Why won't you tell me what happened?

Naruto stopped on the middle of his mumbling to look at him. He regarded him curiously as if telling him that he hadn't answered his question nor explained his odd behavior.

Naruto…

He turned his back fully on him once again and made a casual shrug. He started to walk towards the main door.

"Oi! Neji! You okay?" The blonde shouted at him in quite a high-pitched voice.

Sometimes, I don't understand you.

He stopped and turned around, casting his friend a small smile and ignoring Naruto's burning face.

"Shouldn't I be the one to ask you that, Naruto?"

You're simple minded…

"Hmp! Whatever you say! You're not acting like yourself today." Naruto brusquely crossed his arms across his chest and put up a pouting face, eyes averted far away from Neji.

Predictable…

"Eat. Then go back to sleep, Naruto."

Naruto 'Hmph!'ed again and stuck out his tongue, still refusing to meet his eyes.

Immature…

Neji frowned a little.

But inside…

…you hide a lot of things.

"I'll be going now." His frown was wiped out from his features when Naruto spared him a quick glance.

I'll give you time to sort things out.

"Take care of yourself." He added as he walked further away.

"Whatever." The blonde muttered.

I too need some time to sort out my real feelings.

Naruto plopped back on the bed, his arms folded behind his head.

He stopped on his tracks, which was a feet away from the door, when he heard Naruto cleared his throat. He waited patiently for him to continue.

"…thanks." The loudmouthed mumbled almost incoherently.

Neji smiled again. With a final look at his friend, he reached for the knob and let himself out into the cool night air.

Naruto jerked up as soon as his alarm clock had started ringing madly. After all, he had slept for (he glanced at the time and mentally calculated)…12 hours already. He reached for the small button on top of the clock that read 8:00 AM and pressed it lightly before slumping back into the comforts of his bed once again. Shortly, after Neji left last night, he felt tremendous weariness and had immediately fallen asleep after closing his eyes. Now, he had to pray the price of lying down for too long. He forced the last trace of sleepiness away as he removed the blanket from him and sat up, massaging his stiff neck and shoulders and tilting his head sideways a couple of times.

The loud grumble of his stomach pierced the silence of his apartment. He grinned sheepishly. He stood up, wobbling a little, and made his way outside his bedroom. The usual smell that never failed to remove any trace of his sleepiness was absent and that was when he noticed a small paper stuck on the refrigerator under a magnet. Limping, he approached the appliance and snatched the paper. It was from Kiba. Apparently, his childish-rebellious-show was over and his sister had fetched him yesterday together with his belongings and Akamaru (he noted again the absence of the foul smell).

Crumpling the paper into a ball and tossing it into the trash bin, he went to the kitchen and retrieved instant ramen from the cupboard. After pouring hot water into the cup, he reached for the utensils from the counter and settled for his small dining table. Staring into space, he waited for the noodle to cook up. When it finally did, he began to slurp the noodles loudly and eagerly (he had missed dinner) and thanked the Gods that his first class was at 10. He had ample time for anything.

Maybe I should start looking for a job.

But the thought did not appeal to him. After he finished eating, he washed the dishes he had left yesterday morning and the pot Neji had used last night (he forgot to eat the broth Neji made and it had been spoiled to his horror). A particular brunette immediately occupied his thoughts.

Neji had acted weird yesterday. He was not usually that transparent and…emotional and he certainly does not hug people…and him… His face burned at the memory.

Why did people suddenly want to get physical with me?

Refusing to go further beyond that line of thought, he finished the dishes with amazing speed and settled on his couch to catch anything worth-watching on the television.

"Over here!"

Naruto smiled broadly, his long canine protruding slightly from his mouth as he made his way towards a group of guys under the shade of a tree.

His first class was biology lab with Shizune-sensei again, but this time, Kiba was not in her class. He had spent three horrible hours inside that smelly laboratory. His appetite might have been lost after the period (which happened to be lunch time) if it weren't for a fact that he was…well…Naruto. He quickly trudged the sloping path towards the group and slapped Kiba's back playfully (and rather hardly) when he reached them.

Shikamaru nodded in acknowledgement as it was too troublesome for him to communicate with Naruto verbally. He had always been curious as to where Naruto gets his never-ending energy. But he refused to ask because that would be troublesome as well. Chouji lifted his head and hand briefly from his potato pack to give Naruto a wave and immediately plunged his head inside again, loud crunching sounds echoing in Naruto's ears. He chuckled heartily.

"Sorry man, I have to move out yesterday without waiting for you." Kiba said to him.

"Heh, I didn't notice the note you gave me until I failed to smell Akamaru." He replied, grinning.

"Akamaru does not smell bad." Kiba retorted hotly. Shikamaru dropped his hands from the back of his head to cover his ears. They are starting again.

But Naruto appeared to be not listening. "I wonder where he gets his smell…"

Kiba's ears and nose emitted steam. Sensing immediate bloodshed, Shikamaru decided to stop the two before they start dismembering each other's body. He crossed his arms against his chest and looked at Naruto. This is so troublesome.

"Oi, Naruto, what happened to you yesterday?" He asked nonchalantly.

Naruto immediately dropped his fists to look at Shikamaru. Kiba however remained unconcerned. It seemed that Naruto's sense of humor had finally struck a sensitive nerve.

"Yesterday? What do you mean?" He eyed Shikamaru suspiciously.

Shikamaru closed his eyes and leaned back on the tree.

"Don't look at me like that. I heard the girls talking (or gossiping) about the Hyuuga carrying an unconscious blonde boy. It was you, right?"

Kiba's ears perked at that. Even Chouji stopped to swallow the chips that were overflowing his mouth.

"Man, what happened?" Kiba asked, deciding to get back at Naruto later. This was far more interesting.

Naruto debated on himself if he should tell them the truth or lie that he was not that blonde. Feeling exhausted suddenly, he forced a grin and chuckled loudly.

"What the hell are you talking about? I was at the…ice cream parlor after school." He said, scratching the back of his head. He walked further into the shade and sat down on the dry grass, beside Shikamaru.

"I need a job." He said aloud, shifting the topic away from a certain blonde.

Shikamaru opened his eyes at that. He eyed Naruto skeptically but chose not to push the subject.

"My uncle's gaming shop was in need of some help."

Naruto looked at him expectantly.

"You think you can handle kids and annoying high schoolers?" He asked.

"Yosh!"

I should have known.

"That won't be a problem!" Naruto grinned happily.

Nothing fazes Naruto.

"Man, that's tough." Kiba made a terrified face as he imagined annoying pests called kids running around the shop.

"You can handle Akamaru but you can't handle some brats? You're losing your touch Kiba." He grinned maliciously at the suddenly pumped-up Kiba (after hearing Akamaru's name) and readied himself for some brawling.

Shikamaru sighed tiredly.

Here we go again…

"The Org Recruitment Week is in two weeks. I guess it's better if we distribute the notification forms to the presidents of the different organizations as early as possible." The Secretary of the Student Activities, Hisoka Takamura, suggested.

After meeting for lunch, the Student Council representatives had been busy addressing various matters and issues concerning the start of the new school year. Every year, it had been the task of the Student Council to organize the week-long activity of recruiting new members of the different organizations and also to make sure these organizations won't be violating any of the rules of the university.

Hyuga Neji nodded. "I'll give you until Friday to make sure that all the org presidents have received the letters. Feedbacks are necessary." He sternly reminded Hisoka, who nodded nervously as though his life depended on the said task.

"Yamanaga, the forms?" He directed his question to a girl with long blonde hair.

Reminds me of someone…

Yamanaga Ino, Secretary for Documentation, reached for the bundle of papers on her desk and handed them to Neji, that same flirtatious smile present on her pretty face. Scared as everyone else of the Hyuuga's authority, that didn't stop her from wanting to gain his attention by giving him suggestive looks. To her disappointment (again), the president did not notice or chose not to notice the hints she was giving him. She slumped back on her chair quite dejectedly, not knowing which explantionw was better.

Neji forced a certain blonde out of his mind.

Not now. I have to focus.

He reached for the forms and scanned them swiftly to check if Yamanaga got them right. The bundle contained the request forms for org formation. The job of the president of the SC was to go over the forms and study them. Every school year, a maximum of five new organizations would be allowed to be formed. Seeing the numerous papers there were in his hands, he submitted himself to the long and tedious task ahead of him.

The silence of the room was broken by a soft knock on the door. Hisoka Takamura who was sitting the nearest, stood up to open the door. After a minute or so of conversing with whoever was outside the door, he came back to tell Sakuno Kagayami, Vice President, that she was being called by the dean of her college. Not wanting to repeat to her whatever will be discussed on her absence, Neji decided to call a break until her return. The usual tension was immediately broken when Yamanga Ino went into full gossip mode.

He put down the forms and decided to go outside, not wanting to here Yamanaga's squealing. Stepping out into the noisy hallway, he almost regretted his choice. But when he heard the loud bantering of the students as they exited their classrooms, a particular loud blonde came back in his mind.

I wonder what Naruto is doing now?

Smart as he was, he had memorized Naruto's schedule in less than a minute when he showed him his Enrollment Assessment Form.

Art class…

He frowned. Naruto could be anywhere in an Art Class. He could be in the classroom, or the field, or the gym, or the study hall, or canteen. His frown deepened. Seeing that there was no point in going out if he didn't know Naruto's whereabouts, he decided to go back and just start with the forms. A vein throbbed in his forehead when Yamanaga winked at him seductively as he entered the room.

Yamanaga is really testing my patience.

Naruto lied down on the soft grass beside the tree, the one he had been earlier with his friends, and crossed his arms behind his head to serve as his pillow. He looked above the sky as if seeking for inspiration, his blank canvas temporarily forgotten beside him together with his set of paint and brushes.

Kakashi sensei, his weird (and perverted) art teacher told them to go to a place where they can draw comfortably. Not knowing a lot of places where he can go to, he found himself trekking the familiar slope.

He sighed contentedly. The cool breeze crossed his face gently and for a while he laid there unmoving, just letting the wind caressed his lashes, the whiskers on both sides of his cheeks and the blonde bangs that made their way to his face no matter how many times he tucked them behind his ears.

"Hmmm… What will I draw?" he whispered to himself. He had always adored comics and cartoons that's why he took the course. He even had his own creations hidden somewhere in his apartment.

Hmmm…

He closed his eyes and let his imagination soar free. He knew he was not a very creative person. He also had no plans of competing against the others. All Naruto wanted was to draw and being able to do just that freely was enough for him.

Finally, an idea struck him and he grinned sheepishly. He sat up quickly and set the canvas in front of him. After thinking for a few more minutes, he started to make some light sketches, cursing loudly when he got something wrong.

Time flew fast for Naruto and by the time the class ended (as the bell had rung), he was just half finished and he still didn't feel like going home. Kakashi sensei had told them before they left the room that they could stay longer if they want. He seemed not to care much for he was so engrossed in a tiny book that shouted "Porn!"

Naruto decided to stay until he finished. After a long while, he fell on his back with a loud thud; his tired arms spread widely and a bright grin plastered on his exhausted features.

Casting a proud look on his artwork, he checked the time and had almost jumped. It was already 5:30. He had been drawing for four hours! He forced his body to sit up and once again looked at the canvas, pink tingeing his perfectly tanned cheeks. Brushing away his embarrassment and convincing himself that it was for the sake of art, he picked up his littered things and started to clean up.

His peace was soon interrupted by a group of girls passing by.

"..but I saw him first!"

It was hard to ignore them and hear what they were talking about at the degree of pitch they were using to each other.

"…don't be selfish Sakuya."

He muted their voices and continued placing his painting materials inside his backpack.

"…Whatever you guys say."

He slung his bag against his back and picked up the canvas, the smile never leaving his face.

"…Uchiha Sasuke is mine!"

Naruto froze.

"Well! When did you see him?" Another high-pitched voice joined.

Naruto spun around and looked at them, eyes wide open. The girls had already settled on the grass just a few feet away from him. The girl with a black hair in pigtails blushed as her companions looked at her expectantly. To his surprise, Naruto found himself listening quite attentively, his heart pounding loudly inside his chest.

"Well, I…"

"Tell us! Sakuya!"

"Umm, I kind of sneaked in the dojo." The girl finished embarrassedly.

Dojo?

"Oh my God, you really did that!"

"Oh, so he was really that kendo star?"

"And he was really strong!" The pig-tailed girl had already recovered herself from embarrassment and was now sporting a proud, superior look.

After that, Naruto heard no more.

The kendo club had never been that motivated and active before. Lee grinned happily, his teeth flashing dazzlingly (and painfully to those who saw it at the wrong angle) as he made his way into the changing room. He had been in the kendo club for a year already but it was his first time to see Gai-sensei so pumped up and more cheerful than ever. He made his way to his locker, pushed the right buttons on the lock and with a click, he pulled it open and drag his green duffel bag out. He was already changing to his tight green pants and green shirt when he heard a grunt beside him.

Uchiha Sasuke.

Lee peered beside him and almost fell over at what he saw. Uchiha Sasuke's locker was overflowing with brightly colored stuffs ranging from pink scented letters, wrapped gifts, chocolate bars with ribbons tied around the middle, lollipops, flowers (Eh!) and red heart-shaped balloons. He gazed longingly at all the stuff there.

Uchicha Sasuke groaned irritably when some of the things started to slide down.

He shook his head to dismiss his thoughts and cleared his throat.

"Do you need help Sasuke-kun?" He asked politely.

Sasuke just shook his head and in a minute had scooped up in his arms everything in there except the balloons and his bag. Lee pitied the pile of love letters, gifts, flowers and big yummy chocolate bars as they descended Sasuke's arms and fell straight into the trash bin. Sasuke rubbed his nose in disgust as the strong strawberry scent and various combined aromas filled the locker room. After making sure that the letters were buried deep inside the bin, he went back to his locker and then after a while calmly settled down on the bench. He held the balloons in one hand and a pen in the other with the cap already gotten off. Lee flinched at the popping noises of the balloons exploding.

He sighed in relief after the last balloon lost its air. He had no idea how Sasuke's fangirls managed to sneak in the dojo and even managed to open his locker. But even though they had sneaked in and intruded Sasuke's private place, it was still not reasonable for him to just throw away all those stuff.

Oh, well…How will I know what Sasuke-kun's feelings are? I never had a girl chasing me before.

He immediately stopped sulking as more people entered the changing room. He glanced at Sasuke. One of the reasons why the kendo club was very enthusiastic was because of Uchiha Sasuke. He had been a kendo star already at the young age of eight and was considered as one of the best in the country according to sports magazines. Because of his tensai abilities in kendo, the kendo club of Konoha University had suddenly become popular. That's the reason why Gia-sensei had decided to double the toughness and the number of hours of their training. He wanted to make sure they'll be the champions this year.

He suddenly felt enthusiastic again at the thought of the championships. He liked everybody's spirit during the training. Grinning happily again and brandishing his pearly white teeth to everyone in the room (as people squirmed and winced at the very unusual sparkle), he finished changing and stuffed his white kendo attire inside his green bag.

The changing room broke into excited talks and moans as more people flowed in. They will surely need a larger space to accommodate the new members this year.

Gai-sensei must be very ecstatic.

His observation was abruptly interrupted by a loud bang. He peered curiously at the door and was surprised at the cause of the disturbance. His thick eyebrows furrowed in interest.

A blonde guy, probably shorter than him, was standing breathlessly at the place where the door had been (He spotted the door lying down a feet away from him). But what caught Lee's attention were the bright blue orbs this guy possessed. They were so intense and they looked as though they held so many different emotions at just one look. His balled-fists and white knuckles also looked disturbing.

No one moved. Lee looked around the room and noticed that his expression was mirrored on their faces as well. His eyes landed on Sasuke who to his surprise had his one eyebrow raised and was that a smirk?

Lee cleared his throat and slowly approached the guy, giving enough space between them in case he decided to attack him.

"Um, Hi!" He started. The blonde looked at him and to his confusion, the guy's expression turned into that of surprise, pretty much like his own a moment ago. The blonde then straightened up and mumbled something incoherently, face tingeing a faint pink.

Lee decided then that the guy was not dangerous. He grinned, blinding the shorter guy temporarily with the bright sparkles of his perfect teeth.

"Hi, I'm Lee, a sophomore, and a member of the Konoha Kendo Club. May I help you with something?"

"I…I guess…I'm looking for someone?" He said hesitantly.

"May I know his name?" He asked politely.

But the blonde did not answer back. He seemed to be staring (widely) at him. No. Not at him. He followed his gaze and he almost had a heart attack when it landed on Uchiha Sasuke. As if on cue, a loud thunder broke out, illuminating the dim-lit room with a frightening glow. Lee shivered slightly. He met Sasuke's gaze and the tension around the room seemed to be intensified. Thinking quickly, he shouted for everybody to hear.

"It's going to rain soon. How about we head out all together now?"

This effectively broke the tension. People started to converse loudly again as they poured quickly out of the changing room, some had their bags slung on their shoulders and the others were dragging them on the ground as they were too tired to carry them. Sasuke's eyes met his again in a silent 'thank you', though he was not very sure. He was about to grin and mouthed that it was nothing when Sasuke averted his gaze away from him.

I should leave as well.

He approached the bench near his locker to get his bag and quickly spared a look at the two guys (who looked like they were having a staring or a glaring match).

Lee sweat dropped. Whatever's going to happen, he didn't want to linger long enough to witness it. With a heave at his green duffel bag, he slung the strap over his shoulder and quickly walked towards the doorway. He picked the door lying on the floor with foot marks all over it, pulled it up and fitted it back into the door frame. Casting another curious look at the two unmoving boys, he gave a silent prayer that they won't damage the room too much that it will be beyond repair. On a second thought, he prayed that they won't damage the room. Period.

The door closed behind Lee and only Naruto's ragged breathing could be heard inside the room. Sasuke smirked. The pissed-off blonde instinctively balled up his fists, itching to wipe that smirk off that pale, arrogant face.

Another lightning cut through outside followed by the loud thunder. Big drops of rain started to fall rapidly against the roof of the dojo.

"What do you want?" After a while, Sasuke spoke, his voice giving away nothing for Naruto to interpret.

Naruto fidgeted. Yeah, what do I want?

He continued to glare at Sasuke. He did not know how to answer that question. He admitted that he had acted a bit rashly and…mindlessly.

Grrhh, what to do? What to do?

Sasuke frowned.

"You broke the door for what?"

He snapped out of his dilemma upon hearing the broken door and made a face at Sasuke.

"It's not my fault the door's easily broken!" He retaliated. He didn't do anything, honestly.

He heard the other guy snorted.

"Hmp! I don't care what you think." He replied lamely.

"What do you want?" Sasuke repeated.

Back to question number 1…

He glared menacingly at him.

Fine! Let's get this over with!

He took a deep breath and waited for the thunder to subside down before speaking.

"Why did you do that?" He emphasized the last word.

Sasuke looked at him confusedly.

"That?"

He gripped his knuckles firmly he was sure they were turning white.

"That!" He shouted. This guy was making things complicated for him.

"And don't make me say it!" He added in a threat. Sasuke snorted again.

"Then don't be an idiot." He turned around and walked towards an open locker.

What does he mean by that?

But he stopped in his thoughts when a particular word registered to him.

"Don't call me an idiot asshole!" He shouted at the tops of his lungs, matching the roars of thunder outside and the thud-thud noise of the raindrops falling hard from the sky.

He watched Sasuke pulled a black bag from the locker and placed it on the bench. To his utter surprise, the pale guy started to loosen his…skirt?

Naruto suddenly panicked, about what he was not sure. He spun around quickly and made his way to the door, face suddenly heating up.

The hell with this bastard! I don't care anymore!

But he was stopped rather forcefully when suddenly, the door flew open with extreme force and hit him square on the face. He fell face down on the ground, his head swirling and his nose probably bleeding from the impact.

"Where is the intruder?" Gai-sensei stepped into the room with a bokuto and looked questioningly at Sasuke. When Sasuke shrugged uncaringly, he scanned the room quickly and jerked away when he saw a body lying down on the floor infront of him, unmoving.

"Eh, you already captured him Sasuke-kun?" Sasuke noticed he looked disappointed.

He did not answer immediately. He had already removed his hakama and keiko-gi and was now wearing his school uniform. He stuffed his kendo uniform inside his backpack, slung the straps on his shoulders and went over to Gai-sensei and the loudmouthed.

The blonde was not unconscious; his eyes were just closed tightly as his brain was still recovering from the impact. Sasuke grunted irritably before grasping one arm tightly.

"Yes, Gai-sensei."

"I'll turn him over to the guards." And just like that, he disappeared through the door, dragging the poor body with him.

To be continued…

A/N: How about a review, ne? Reviews and constructive criticisms will be very much appreciated. Domo Arigato Gozaimasu for reading!

Terminologies:

Kendo is the modern martial art of Japanese fencing, developed from traditional techniques of Japanese swordsmanship.

Bokuto is wooden katana used by the practitioners.

Keiko-gi also called kendo-gi or do-gi, is a jacket-like garment made of thickly quilted cotton fabric suitable for kendo practice.

Hakama resembles a pleated skirt in its outward appearance, but is actually a trouser-like garment with individual pant legs.