Chapter two: Induction
Parings: Naru/Sasu. (pshhh like I write anything else.-_-)
Rating: K-T (first) M-NC-17 (later)
Disclaimer: I do not own the sheer genius "Naruto"; Shippuden of other. The honours go to Masashi Kishimoto and his genius brain that created this masterpiece.
Summary: Remember the summer camp you went to; that quaint place out in the woods, by a lake, sitting around a campfire telling ghost stories and eating s'mores? Well this summer school, sure as hell, isn't that. Three months, a military camp chock full of teenage delinquents, illegal alcohol, pharmaceutical drugs, annoying shrinks, escape plans, a Shitzu from hell, and new relationships; welcome to camp. NaruSasuNaru.
A/N: 'I really need a life'
A/N2: Those who read 'Wild Card', the next chapter is in the works. Just had to get this out first.
"Attempted murder, huh." Sasuke said, and in a low voice mumbled, "Can't say I haven't thought of that, myself."
A low snort from the blond; "Who hasn't?"
Sasuke's head snapped up, eyes narrowed, he had said that so low even he couldn't fully hear himself. "How the hell did you hear that anyway?"
A low chuckle, "Advanced senses...at least that's what my shitheads' doctors tell me."
"The clinical term is 'heightened sensory faculties'(1)." Sasuke told the blond eyes narrowing calculatedly, "It's rare."
"Yeah...And how do you know this?" he was asked.
"I read...a lot." Sasuke replied in a final tone, omitting the fact that when before his parents died he would pore over his late professor fathers' phycology research papers. This was all the conversation he was willing to participate in; in fact he had other, more important things, on his mind; first of all was how to get the hell out of this place, second how to disappear without a trace.
Tentative plans were beginning to form; creeping out of foundation of his mind like clinging vines, twisting up from the dark ether of his mind. First order of business; as soon as possible he needed to find a copy of the facility's blueprint. There must be a weak spot somewhere, and it was most likely in the perimeter. While coming in, with a swift scan of the premises, he had noticed power posts dotted between the high wall and a low oblong generator sitting just outside the chain link fence. Most power posts are manufactured with a built in circuit to override the power supply for some time; the problem was he had to find the master circuit that controlled the main power surge. And chances are that the same company that supplied the posts is the same provider of the generator and that meant in a blackout the generator was primed to kick in after a delay; he just needed to know the make and the model of the post and the generator. He needed to do some serious surveillance for some time.
He smirked slightly while thinking; 'To break the rules you must first master them.'
A blaring ring ripped through the air, Sasuke reacted and grabbed at his boot searching for the switchblade army knife he usually stashed in the hollowed out heel. Fuck. It was gone; another reason to murder Itachi.
"What the hell was that?" he hissed.
The blond was already up and stretching his arms over his head, "It's the 'wake-up call'. They want us to assemble in the auditorium."
"Christ." Sasuke groaned banging his head twice on the headboard. "I have to get the hell out of here."
A humourless chuckle, "Yeah... Good luck with that."
Dark eyes narrowed, "You sound like you have some experience."
"Yes. I do." Naruto said shortly. Almost out the door he glanced over his long sleeved orange clad shoulder, "Come on. I can't show up alone; the green beast's policy."
Black eyebrow skyrocketed while shrugging on his jacket and grabbing the sheaf of papers he was given at reception. "...Green beast?"
A pause. "...You haven't seen Maito Gai?"
"Hn. Makes sense."
Sasuke followed the blond through a veritable maze of corridors until they reached a huge gym like room which immediately made the ravens hackles rise. Anything even remotely resembling school made a haze of red immediately descend in his mind. Nevertheless his sharp mind actively scanned the place; effectively assessing and categorizing the people in the room. Five tentative groups he immediately labelled; 'the psychopaths', 'the pretenders', 'the females', 'the loners' and 'the misfits'.
Sasuke was a stand-alone agent in this veritable sea of madness.
The mike on the middle of the room's basketball court was tapped and emitted a horrendous shriek of back feed into the ears of twenty to thirty adolescents, ranging from fifteen to twenty year olds.
Watching intensely Sasuke could spot out four of five people that he knew were either on the verge of homicide or had been convicted of it; just by their reactions. The eardrum splitting shriek didn't faze them at all; they remained completely calm and composed while everybody else jumped; a short, deathly pale black clad redhead, a tall guy with spiky black hair and dark sunglasses, a boy with wild electric blue hair, and surprisingly a willowy brown haired girl with two buns on her head and another female; dressed in tight black tank and old army fatigues pants with long black hair down to her knees.
Okay; those were the people he needed to stay very far from.
Next he spotted out the loners; a slouchy guy with dark brown hair in a sloppy high ponytail, trailing him was this huge fat guy with a shock of mad red hair, a jumpy mousy haired boy with red triangular tattoos under his cheeks who twitched at everything within five feet of him and a guy that looked like a boxer, with a high black hood over his head and a lines of purple tattoos on his face.
The females: a girl with long, shining, platinum hair dressed in mini purple dress and moved like a model; a petit girl with short cropped reddish-purple hair, the afore mentioned chick with the buns, and the tall, statuesque girl with hair down to her knees.
The next group; the misfits were obvious; they looked painfully awkward. Two bone-silver haired boys looking like twins and a guy with thick dreadlocks leaning on the wall with a pair of dark glasses perched on his nose.
Sasuke shifted around to stop dead in his tracks. Oh hell no! He couldn't dare believe the signals his eyes were sending to his brain. Maybe the warnings of all his previous shrinks were coming true and his sane mind had just upped and left and he was officially crazy and hallucinating. There was no way that freakin' Neji Hyuuga was in the auditorium.
"Son of a bitch." Sasuke muttered darkly eyes narrowing to slits.
Naruto glanced at him and tracked his gaze over to the tall, statuesque Hyuuga, but said nothing.
Sasuke didn't even need to classify that one; his ex, ex, ex, ex, best friend from pre-school up to seventh grade, took up the 'pretenders' classification by himself. Neji Hyuuga was the most pompous, irritating, holier-than-thou, smug bastard in this half of the world with a God complex the size of the Asian continent and then some. How the hell the 'pride' of the Hyuuga clan had ended up in a juvenile rehabilitation facility Sasuke had no blasted clue, but sure as hell was going to find out.
The mike was tapped again, this time not emitting the blood curdling shriek like the last time. His attention snapped back to the small band of adults that were gathering in the middle of the court beside Maito Gai.
A tall silver haired man with a slouch, dressed in grey pants and a purple shirt with a black scarf wound around his lower half of his face, a shorter genial looking brunette man clad in all brown with a sliver scar across the bridge of his nose, and two women who wore medical clothes. The first was violently blond; hair pulled into two pigtails that framed her face, with a huge bust and a 'no-nonsense' look about her; the other was clad in green scrubs with short, cropped black hair; and of course, the green clan monstrosity.
"Attention. Please settle down."
That was totally unnecessary; not a damn person was talking. The place was silent like a morgue...in Antarctica. Every smart juvenile fuckup knew to be painfully careful in a situation like this; to keep your mouth shut and eyes open. Very, very open; over average nearing to crippling level of self-preservation drive and chronic paranoia were the best tools to a felon.
"Students." The man fully clad in green said, teeth glinting like crazy. "Welcome to your future."
'Students...really?' Sasuke thought acerbically.
"We here at the Maito Gai facility are dedicated to see your full rehabilitation from your former dismal lives to blossom into lives with purpose and to exercise your fleeting youth in as much ways as possible."
'Christ. I have to get the hell out of this shit hole...and fast.'
Sasuke could basically sense the inner exasperation in the whole gathering. Damn it they knew why they were here, no need to go over the fact that not only did they commit crimes, the worst fact was that they got caught. He took to scanning the room and made a mental note to painfully examine the campus map he was given earlier; but now he had to pay some kind of attention; the man was still talking:
"...re my trusted colleagues and will be your overseers for the rest of the term: Hatake Kakashi: lauded psychiatrist, assistant drill sergeant and head teacher, Umino Iruka; psychiatrist and also head teacher; Senjuu Tsunade; award winning medic and her assistant Shinuze; they are responsible for all your medications and medical needs, and I; Maito Gai, senior drill sergeant; head overseer and friend at your service."
A derisive snort erupted from somewhere in the middle of the crowd.
Gai paused for a nanosecond but continued talking: "Among you are teacher's assistants; they will help you with the selection of your non-mandatory classes and extra-curricular activities; you have all been provided with a varied selection of leisurely activities."
'Please tell me there is some sort of martial arts on this list.' Sasuke hopped fervently and looked down.
On list of extracurricular activities a small selection of martial arts but the only one he was attracted to was; 'Tai Justu.'
He paused, elated but insanely curious; why was a rehabilitating facility equipping juvenile delinquents with fighting skills? Then he remembered; it was a military training camp; the aim was to draft them into the military.
He scanned the rest of the activities; they were divided into categories; the first was intellectual specialising into mental activities like; chess and Go. He stopped there, no need to go further. The physical part listed; ' football', 'basketball', 'baseball', 'track', 'gardening,'; he paused "...gardening really now" and 'Auto shop'.
The classes were mostly mandatory like Math, Languages, History, Sociology and Information Technology. He could understand those, especially sociology because in case of drafting and deployment he would have to know the environment he was put into. He couldn't resist a slight smirk at the I.T; don't these people have any idea what an even novice hacker could do with even five minutes on the internet? His eyes scanned down; there was a note that said in exceeding performance in Math selected candidates could be promoted to advanced calculus.
The list also indicated that psychology sessions were mandatory and they were to be had at least five times a week; the only way out of it were if they were on a field mission or sick and admitted to the infirmary.
His mind tentatively ticked off what he wanted to do but his attention was called back to the room where the oversized turtle was still talking.
"...ou have twenty minutes to confirm your choices with the assistants and they will issue a pack that contains your fatigues for obstacle course training and basic medical supplies like salves, ointment and bandages."
Sasuke eyes narrowed as his gaze swept over Neji who was scanning the room with unconcealed derision and scorn. He glared; daring the Hyuuga to look at him.
Five...four...three...two...
Their gazes connected. Neji's eyebrows raised a fraction then his trademark smirk crossed his face, grey eyes dancing in amusement.
Sasuke made to step forward but he was stopped by a hand on his arm.
"Don't." Naruto hissed through gritted teeth. "Do you really want to get an Order Mark on your record?"
His attention swivelled to the blond and glared, "Order marks?"
The blond let go like he was dropping a hot iron, "You get three and you're out of here and into prison," blue eyed scanned him for a second, "...you don't want to know what they will do to a guy like you in there."
Sasuke grunted. Distantly he head Gai still talking, his subconscious recorded the information absently but it registered:
"We provide remedial, special, and vocational education according to the recommendation by your parole officers; counselling; substance abuse treatment and treatment for physical and mental health problems are also offered. Each morning at 5:00 am sharp you will assemble in the main courtyard dressed appropriately for an hour calisthenics then you have 30 minutes for breakfast and those who need medication will present themselves at medical immediately. Classes run from 7am to 5pm each day, and then you will report for second Cali and field or vocational work. Supper is at 6pm. After you are free to pursuit your extracurricular activities until 8. Lights out is strictly 9pm."
It was hard but he tore his attention from Neji to join the queue that was forming leading to semi-circle of tables where the assistant teachers were signing them up.
"Please note that any loitering after 9 pm, entering restricted areas and sneaking out of the dorms will result in order marks and punishment according to your violation. Also fighting of any kind will result in immediate expulsion. "
"Neji Hyuuga, you obsequious, traitorous, sycophantic, irritating, bastard." He growled under breath. "I should have dealt with you a long time ago."
Through the haze of red he automatically ticked off his extra activities, 'Chess' and 'Go', and grabbed his military duffel bag. He was about to turn when he frowned and faced the assistant, "Is it possible to add another activity later?"
"Sure," the man said eyes blank while the toothpick he had in his mouth moved, "Just clear it with admin."
He turned away and immediately shivered; he could practically feel a scorching gaze razing over his skin; he snapped around to find out who was staring at him and glanced over to the Gai and the teachers, the silver haired man was leaning on the wall and looking him dead in the eye. Sasuke held the gaze for a moment and slowly raised an eyebrow. Psychologically speaking he was issuing a challenge and he was damn sure the man knew it.
A second passed and the man, Kakashi tipped his head slightly in acknowledge of the challenge. Sasuke smirked inwardly, this could be fun.
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***Teacher's Lounge; Administration Complex**
Kakashi smiled genially at the furiously typing secretary as he slipped into Gai's office. Predictably the man was nowhere in sight. He moved over to the rack of file cabinets lining the wall and quickly scanned down the list to the 'U's'.
"Sasuke Uchiha..." He murmured while plucking the file out of the drawer, "Never thought I'd see the day."
He opened the file and a grey eye scanned down the list of offenses and he whistled lowly, "...convicted of burning down the Chemistry Lab at Kohona Secondary, the Agriculture Shed at Hokkaido Secondary, the Garage at Sansa Electronics, the secondary kitchen at Ichiraku's Restaurant...Buddha... damn gaki; why are you so angry at the world and what would Fugaku do to you if he were alive?"
A tuft of brown hair poked into the office. "Kakashi," the voice scolded, "You know how Gai gets when you go into his office without his permission."
The silver haired psychoanalyst smiled, "I know 'Ruka...it's just... I have to know something."
Iruka Umino stepped into the office his brow furrowed in worry, "About what?"
Swiftly Kakashi replaced the file and turned to the shorter man, "About what Gai does in his free time." He lied smoothly.
Iruka sighed, "Then why do you not just ask him?"
Kakashi snorted while flinging an arm across the brunet's shoulders and walking out of the office, "Like he would tell me the truth." He said while his mind was repeating one word, 'Sasuke.'
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Back in the room and while the blond was taking a shower, Sasuke slowly examined the room and mentally categorized everything, two electricity outputs, steel framed bed, wooden closets, and wooden footlockers; not much material for making only mirror was in the bathroom and it was unbreakable.
Makes sense; can't have someone turning up with a shard of glass protruding from their neck.
He ran his hand over the bed base until his finger met the only screw embedded deep into the steel base. It was so smartly engineered that coincidently it was the only thing that held the bed together.
He smirked, "Smart." He whispered, "But not smart enough."
Settling down on the speed bed he closed his eyes and began to think. 'Three months...so much to do...so much to do.'
Oh and that posting schedule...my mind ran away with me...as usual...after this is regular programming.
****B.P.****
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A/N: 'heightened sensory faculties' (1) Yeah...more BS.