Laughter peeled through the classroom as all eyes turned on the blonde in the back of the room, whose azure eyes widened and lower lip began to tremble. Naruto's face deepened to crimson, his eyes filling with molten tears.Looking slowly up at the younger Uchiha, he saw only cold, sadistic glee sprawled across the pale face. The milky skin of the boy contorted into a cruel, twisted expression, and Naruto could only shake as he realized what had happened.
Bolting up, the young boy sped through the classroom and broke through the door, right into the marble floored corridor, trying to block out the stabs of laughter still ringing in his ears. Finding a bathroom, Naruto collapsed against one of the walls, tears now running in twin streams down his tanned cheeks as he curled into a ball.
"W-why...!" he sobbed, sticking his face into his chest in a puny attept to stop the tears. He snapped up suddenly as a cool hand gently lifted his chin up so that he found himself face to face with yet another boy.
This one had waist length brown hair, and the most startling golden eyes Naruto had ever seen. The boy removed a black handkercheif from his pocket, wiping Naruto's tears from his face.
"You must be Itachi-bumpkin's little obsession, ne?" he chuckled cheerfully. "Tears don't suit you kid." Naruto oggled at the uppercalssman, speechless. It was so...
Oddly nice...
It was freaking scary.
"H-how do you know I-itac-chi?" Naruto stuttered, sobs making his words slow and choppy. The boy gave the blonde an odd smile before grabbing his wrist and tugging him forcefully out of the bathroom and into the hall. A loud knock came from the corridor side of the door to the boy's old locker room.
Uchiha Itachi huffed moodily, wiping a strand of black hair from his pale face as her gracefuly answered the knock.
"Oi, Orochimaru!" he complained, sticking out his bottom lip, "Why'd you abandon me?" Orochimaru rolled his eyes, pushing past Itachi and shoving a finger in Naruto's direction. 'I was out finding your little heart-throb uchiha-bumpkin." Itachi spun around to see the blonde standing in the dark black room, with his orange blazer and blue jeans, looking starkly out of place.
With his cute form and still slightly puffy eyes, he was a complete contrast to the abandoned locker room (Itachi and Orochimaru had gotten permission to paint it black and decorate it with chains, candles ,and the like, plus a few large chairs, a couch, a refridgerator and one cappocino machine. Though Itachi was a little frightened to ask Orochimaru exactly HOW he had gotten permission).
Orochimaru lazily set off to do his serpentine makeup (and probably "experiment" on Sasori or Deidara as well), leaving the room only with Naruto and the elder Uchiha.
Finally taking note that Naruto had been crying, the Uchiha grasped his hand softly. "What's wrong, Naruto-kun" Itachi spoke softly.
Naruto's eyes fell to the floor as he explained the story. Itachi's mouth had curved into a scowl of hatered and disgust as he and Naruto sat on the black leather couch. he geld Naruto to him in a gentle, protective way, with his arms around Naruto's shoulders.
'Don't worry," he said calmly, "I have a plan." Naruto blinked, falling into a reassuring sleep with the image of Itachi's confident smile.
lunch period
Naruto sat timidly alone in the corner, picking listlessly at the greenbean cassorole on his tray. Neither Neji nor Gaara were there (which didn't come as much of a shock to him, seeing as the two were always sick on the exact same days), and he was getting impatient of all the sniggers and cruel jeers directed at him.
A crackling microphone on the cafetorium stage broke out, hushin all the voices. All attention was directed at the stage, where only Orochimaru and Itachi stood. " Yo!" Orochimaru said, grinning like a maniac. "Can we have Naruto Uzumaki up here? A certain Uchiha has something to say about all the rumors!" the serpentine boy chirped.
Giggles and sniggers passed through the room as Naruto shyly, timidly steeped onto the stage. itachi took the mike as Orochimaru pounced happily off stage.
"Naruto Uzumaki," Itachi began formally," I want you to know that you are the most childish, thick headed person I have EVER come to know." Peels of laughter rang out once again through the air as Naruto felt each and every word stab into his heart with searing pain. "I do not like you." he said bluntly, and the as the laughter finally died down, Itachi finished.
"I love you."
Itachi leaned over, kissing Naruto warmly picking up the microphone once again while the audience was still speechless.
"I'm gay, I love him." He stated, smirking. "Get over it you assholes."
With that, Deidara and Orochimaru both stood up, giving a standing ovation, followed by Kisame, Sasori, Kabuto, Zetsu, and Kimimaro. The Uchiha held Naruto's hand, keading the stunned boy off the stage and back into the little room, followed by the freakish troupe of friends.
"Ya' know Itachi, it's really too bad that little brother of yours ISN'T gay." Orochimaru stated later.
"Why would that be?" Itachi inquired, quirking an eyebrow.
" 'Cause..." he said thoughtfully,"I'd PAY to see you three screw each other."
Dodging the cappucino machine, Orochimaru ran to the shower part of the locker room, laughing madly at the Uchiha's massive nose bleed.
The next morning, Itachi woke up to great beams of sunshine blaring into his face. Whistling a melodramatic tune, he retrieved a LUNA bar (Itachi didn't give a fuck what gender they were for. S'mores were s'mores) from the fridge, alorng with a Von Dutch energy drink.
"You're gay, are you?" a whiny voice demanded from behind him.
Itachi let out a deep, heavy sigh. "Yes, I'm gay Sasuke. No, I don't give a fuck what you think. "
The younger Uchiha stomped his foot. "It's wrong! What would mom and dad say? They can see you from heaven you know!" He began on a rant about how Itachi was a bastard and would burn in hell because god didn't like gay people, or something of the other.
After about fifteen minutes, Itachi stuffed his LUNA bar into his ranting otouto's mouth and smiled, grabbing his backpack and energy drink. "Well then," he said, leaning close to Sasuke's face. "I guess I'll just have to give them a good show."
Waltzing down the street, Itachi shoved his hands into his baggy black cargo jeans. He was thankful he had remembered to wear his black 7 DEADLY shirt as a chill ran down his spine.
In a way, his parents death had been sort of good for him. Up until their horrible "accident" ( Itachi really had forgotten what the details of their death were, just that it had been quick and that they were dead), Itachi had pondered how exactly he was going to tell his parents that he was a homosexual.
"I wonder how Orochimaru solved that problem..."
"Solved what problem?" a cheerfully insane voice inquired as Orochimaru careened his neck over Itachi's shoulder, causing the Uchiha to fall face forward on the cement.
"Heh heh, whoopsie..." Orochimaru laughed, offering a hand which the Uchiha took.
Itachi brushed himself off, looking up. "No prob." he declared, before meeting Orochimaru's stare dead on. 'How did you tell your parents you were gay?" he asked bluntly. Orochimaru smiled wryly, giving a dry, hollow laugh. The actions scared Itachi so fiercly, he wished he had never asked.
"You really want to know?" He said, golden eyes glinting. " I spat on their graves and yelled it."
A feeling colder than the frosty winds bit at Itachi's insides. "Your parents...Died...?" The boys long brown hair whipped in the winds, tints of green glinting in the sun. He nodded his head curtly, turning away from Itachi. "My dad...He died in the shootout of 2008, when I was a Sophmore."
Itachi bit his lip. "And your mother-?" he asked timidly as he saw the other boy's shoulders go rigid.
"She got real depressed and clingy after my old man went. During the Ecoli outbreak of 2009, she contracted some number of dieases and died, partially because she didn't have the strength of character to go on." he said bitterly. The edge in his voice made Itachi wince, but he continued.
"I suppose it was a bit harsh, but I can't forgive them!" he began to shout as he turned around to Itachi. "They abandoned me."
Itachi walked over to Orochimaru, giving him a quick hug. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-"
Orochimaru rose his gloved hand to Itachi's mouth. With a quick sniff he gave a small, grateful smile. "You're weird Itachi, if people knew how good you were really, I think I might lose you too."
Itachi gave a small smile before his wrist watch went off. Orochimaru's eyes widened. "SHIT! WE'RE GONNA' BE LATE!" grabbing the Uchiha in the same manner as Naruto the previous day, he dragged Itachi along shouting : "C'MON UCHIHA! GET YOUR ASS IN GEAR! WE HAVE TO GET TO ART OR I HAVE A FEELING THAT DEIDARA WI-"
Before the boy could finish his sentence, a loud BANG! sounded out across the campus of the junior college (where they took classes for art during the weekend), and bits of brick and rubble and debris filled the air.
Coughing, they ran into the artroom. Deidara was still standing there, clad in black jeans, black sneakers, a black tie, and a white short sleeve button up shirt, grinning like a maniac escaped from a sanatarium. "Hey guys!" he chirped happily, his blonde bangs shaking off dust. "I got bored while you weren't here, so I experemented!" he declared proudly.
The art teacher towered above the two boys, glaring daggers.
"You're late!"
Itachi and Orochimaru quaked in fear. Their art teacher, Mrs. Chiyo (Sasori's grandmother, amazedly) was crabby, impatient, and hated it when either of them were late, because it was at those times when Deidara often tried "expanding the borders of fine art" (which, in Itachi's opinion was basically no different than blowing things sky high with as little clay as possible).
It probably didn't help that their first year of their classes, Orochimaru had accidentily called her "Mole" and the name stuck.
Both quickly took their seats, and neither mentioned the conversation that had taken place earlier.
Orochimaru simply not speaking of it, Itachi worried that another talk would cause an emotional out burst, causing him to snap and beat the crap out of the Uchiha, and Deidara simply sat there, humming happily as he molded multiple clay spiders.
Somehow, they had ended up talking about dancing. "I don't dance." Itachi stated, carving another celtic symbol into the staff he was working on. "Only when you think no one is looking, yeah..." Deidara muttered slyly as Orochimaru quirked a brow with a bemused smile on his face.
Itachi blushed, glaring at Deidara. "I do NOT." he hissed through clenched teeth. "You do too, yeah. And I must say that the belly dancing lessons are really showing." the blonde giggled sadistically. Itachi blushed crimson. " How the hell would YOU KNOW?" he demanded.
"The spiders tell all, my freind, yeah." Deidara held out a clay spider, which jumped and scurried in his palm enthusiastically. "That's the reason why Sasuke called the exterminator!" he growled.
" Like I said, your dancing has improved. Though you may want to stop ballroom dancing by yourself, it's kind of creepy."