:D hiya, everyone. this is paroro here, just wanting to say a quick hello and whatnot. so yeah, uhm, hello. :3 waves a sasuxnaru flag … anyway… on with the story.

by the way - because I'm really not a "rough draft second draft good draft" person, you should know that I'm more or less making this up as I go along. .. just to warn you. xD

Unwanted

He was unwanted.

That was the unspoken rule that swept the school; see that guy in the corner? He is unwanted, and it should stay that way.

He was a misfit. His clothes were all the wrong colors. He was different, much too different for them to handle. He would've ended up either an outcast, or an idol. His attitude towards them screamed "outcast". So he was made an outcast, and so he remains an outcast.

But he is not ugly. He has no blemishes upon his skin. He is tanned. He is heavenly. He is beautiful, in a cheerful essence. White-blonde hair fell to his neck, bangs forever in the way of his violently blue eyes. He had dark skin, and he wore orange. It was that simple.

He was shorter than most people his age - seventeen. He was small, straight, proud, and above all, happy; so happy.

They tried to snatch him in a net, pin down his wings and break him down until he whimpered and begged for mercy. But he merely pulled away and flew out the window where they couldn't catch him try as they might.

He was… wonderful. Oh so wonderful. But he was unwanted, and that changed everything.

They could not describe him. They could not paint him with words. They didn't know what to do with him, this dark-faced blond-haired thing.

He was naïve and full of sunshine and smiles.

He was weird. He was new. He drew little whiskers on his cheeks. His grin was feral. He was feral.

He was clumsy, but in an adorable way. He'd trip on his way to classes, tumble down the stairs, and sit at the bottom, grinning sheepishly, a blush settling over his face as he would say, loudly and cheerfully, "I meant to do that!"

He was hyper. Positive. Happy.

Why didn't anyone want him?

-- / --

"Please pay attention, Naruto."

Naruto glanced up at the teacher, Iruka. He grinned cheekily. Iruka was his favorite teacher, perhaps the only person in the school that found him a likeable person.

"Hai, Iruka-sensei," he chirped, brilliant blue eyes shining with all the mischief in the world.

Iruka merely smiled, and continued with the class.

Needless to say, Naruto went right back to not paying attention. In fact, he was quite absorbed with drawing at the moment, having gotten started on a rather nice picture of a fox; he wasn't in the mood to stop. He was so immensely absorbed, that he failed to realize the student sitting in front of him was trying to hand a worksheet to him.

"Um, hello?"

Naruto, startled, snapped his head up and automatically reached out to grab the worksheets. "Thanks, S – Sa – Sakura," he stuttered, avoiding looking into those emerald eyes.

"You're welcome," she said shortly, turning back to the front. She was a pretty thing with her soft pink hair, shining green eyes, and don't forget her sharp tone.

Naruto didn't notice the cold way she turned her back on him, or the stiff way she responded to his thanks. He only saw the way her delicate hair flipped as she moved, the way her large, shimmering emerald eyes looked, framed in thick, dark lashes…

"Moron. Pass the worksheets."

Naruto jerked out of his daydream, and sullenly passed the worksheets to the student behind him, giving him a glare.

The boy glared back, his dark coal eyes void of expression as he irritably yanked the sheets towards himself. He took one, continuing to glare at Naruto, even as he passed the sheets further back. Look at him, with his stupid "whiskers" and that dumb look of anger on his face.

Naruto was equally irritated, although the boy had none nothing but call him a moron. "Pretty boy," he spat back, which was pretty much the worst insult he could think of.

The "pretty boy" snapped his head up and when Iruka turned his back, he rolled up a ball of paper and whipped it as hard as he could at poor Naruto.

"OWWW!" bellowed the blonde (not bothering to keep his voice down, and not caring that it had just been a paper ball), "YOU BASTAR --"

"Naruto," his teacher interrupted sternly, a rebuke audible in every syllable of his name.

Sulkily, Naruto closed his mouth, and turned to the front, but not before mouthing "pretty boy" again.

Iruka couldn't resist a small smile, but he continued to look stern, until everyone in class had faced front. He sighed quietly, raising his arm and beginning to teach again. That Naruto, for heaven's sake, he's such a little troublemaker, he thought fondly.

"And you, Uchiha Sasuke," Iruka added, without bothering to turn around.

The "pretty boy" glanced up irritably. "Yes?"

"Try not to provoke Naruto," he requested gently. "You should know better than to get on his temper, even if he did call you a pretty boy." The teacher's lips twitched in a pre-smirk, and he had to quickly turn to the front to avoid the class seeing the silent giggles that were threatening to spill from him.

The class snickered behind their hands, and Sakura turned around to give Sasuke a smile.

"For the record, Sasuke-kun, I don't think that way about you!"

Sasuke grunted. It had only been three weeks into the school year, and he had already made himself an enemy. More of a rival than an outright enemy, and no one blamed the young Uchiha. No one really wanted Naruto as a friend. He was too loud. If there were such a thing as being too happy, then Naruto would be the perfect example of it.

No one in his or her right mind had a right to be that happy, Sasuke grumbled mentally. It wasn't natural for someone to be smiling so much. If he hadn't known better, he would've decided that Naruto needed a trip to the asylum. Unfortunately, no body could call the blonde-haired boy "insane". He was pretty dumb, but he wasn't mentally disturbed. Not that Sasuke could see, anyway.

He glared at the back of the blonde's head. Blow up, he imagined (a mite childishly), regretful that he had no special powers to make that silly boy explode into a million silly little silly pieces.

He lifted his pencil, bored, and began again on his essay. He hadn't written three words, however, when a folded up note was left on the corner of his desk.

He glanced around, having missed the person who placed it there. Slitting it open, he skimmed through the message, his features twisting in anger.

Sasuke-"kun", you're a pretty boy, pretty boy, pretty boy! You reek of pretty boy syndrome! SUCKER!

Naruto.

Angrily, he tore up the note and hissed a barely audible, "You're just a loser idiot that nobody likes, Uzumaki Naruto."

Uzumaki Naruto merely smirked to himself. It was going to be an interesting year, it seemed.

endddd. :D

I know it isn't that long.. or interesting, really.. but it's the first chapter, so - cut me some slack.:3 send me a review and tell me how you liked it. it'll turn out as sasu x naru, so either run for your lives, or wait for the next chapter. xD or.. wait until I get bored of this story and come out with a harry x draco one. oo