Sasuke wasn't sure how he felt about school... he could leave, if he really wanted to, what would Kakashi really do? He tried to make Sasuke do something and if he didn't want to do it, Sasuke simply wouldn't.
He'd tried everything, evening classes in different types of art, driving lessons, sailing, learning Italian, Karate, Kendo, Foot ball... none of it Sasuke stuck with for more than one session. It bored him... and more importantly, it didn't help him sleep.
Sasuke left the school building and found himself in a big square court yard full of picnic benches, as well as a fountain, on one side there were bleachers which were pretty empty other than a few first and third years on their breaks, gossiping about the summer or generally looking lost.
Sasuke made his way over to the bleachers and surveyed them... there was no way to get under them, unless you were the size of a first year and despite his skinny frame he wasn't...
So Sasuke casually made his way up to the top bench and set his bag down as his stomach began to rumble... he opened his bag and realized he'd forgotten his wallet and hadn't brought any food...
He sighed to himself and instead slid out the little tin from his blazer pocket.
Inside the tin was about twenty 'skins' and some tobacco, accompanied by a little bag of dried green stuff that looked a bit like grass or some sort of herb. There were also two neatly rolled white joints in the tin, Sasuke took one out and put it between his lips, flicking out a silver lighter and lighting the end of it... He took in a deep drag of the joint and made a sighing sound through his nose as he inhaled and immediately felt every tense muscle in his body relax and his head become light...
He loved this stuff... well he loved to hate it.
Kakashi bought it for him, because it was the only thing that kept Sasuke's mind clear, kept the monsters at bay. He didn't need it to survive but it helped him cope with reality since... 'the accident' as Kakashi called it. It helped him sleep too... sometimes...
As Sasuke continued taking drags of the spliff he took out a folded piece of paper from his bag with their timetable printed on it and saw that next they had art, and then lunch... great, a stoned art lesson... this would prove to be interesting.
Naruto ended up spending his small break in which they'd been given to get their bearings before the first proper class of the term in the cafeteria, he'd found a couple of guys there who Sakura was talking to, Sakura was a whole other story in herself, they'd only recently started to get on but admittedly in year seven Naruto hadn't been able to take his eyes off of her, after his first day in year seven he'd had a dream involving her and that had done it for him, in that dream Sakura had been slightly different though, she didn't slap him, kick him, punch him, push him, scream at him. Sakura was known for being a bitch in year seven, Ino's under-dog. But now she was a lot better, older, still obsessed with 'hot' boy's and her appearance but that was normal for a girl, she was sat with a pink milkshake trying to desperately cover up her forehead with her newly cut side-fringe, something she did all the time, Sakura even injured her head once so it had a bandage wrapped around it, for some reason she really hated her forehead and Naruto didn't understand, it was JUST a forehead...
After their thirty minute break they all headed to the art block, it was a whole separate block of classrooms filled with art, music, food technology and graphic design, also creating writing as an after school club if you wanted. Naruto went straight in and the first thing he saw was a bunch of white canvas' set out, the paints already out, in pots and pallets. Naruto particularly liked painting, as long as it wasn't anywhere near Kiba who was already here and still looking pissed off..
Naruto went and sat by him anxiously and scratching his cheek ''uh Kiba.. you really shouldn't let what someone else said get to you so much'' He said carefully.
''You don't get it man, I have pride, a lot of it, I do have a reputation and I won't have it being threatened like that, I'll chop his dick off'' Kiba spat with his arms folded, glaring to the side.
''I don't think you should personally go anywhere near it, he'll just start questioning your sexuality, he seems clever''
''-clever my ass, he's just a little pretty boy with loads of problems, can't you tell? There's something wrong with him and I'll uncover it all by the end of this year''
Naruto didn't feel like that was the best idea but he knew Kiba was in one of his worse moods, he'd let him calm down.
Neji was stood at the Canvas beside Kiba then and narrowed his eyes at the white oblong before him, both arms folded across his chest and his eyes casting to the side for a moment. "This is a school." He stated in his bored voice which permanently sounded smug and quite frankly posh, well, posh compared to the school full of Floridians anyhow...
"And at Schools... everyone has a record, a file... with everything about the person on it. Its just a simple case of breaking into the year ten office, locating the files and finding Sasuke Uchiha's. Really Kiba, you are as dull as they say." He sighed, pulling up a chair beside the canvas and sitting down on it elegantly with a smugness about him that choked the air.
Sasuke was the last person to enter the class, just after the hair brained, scatty art teacher who had a lot of frizzy hair scraped idly back into a bun and bright jewellery, enough rings to sink a ship, she looked like the typical arty type, a brush behind her ear, a pencil lodged in her messy bun so that it was close to hand, as well as a white apron covered in different color paint.
Sasuke looked even more spaced out than when he arrived at the school from smoking the dope, his pupils more dilated though it was impossible to tell thanks to his jet black eyes... his cheeks had a little more color to them too.
He made his way over to the only free Canvas which was next to Naruto and made brief eye contact with Kiba, smirking at him and then at Naruto, then his face became completely devoid again.
A lot of people stared at him and started muttering, Naruto turned his head to look at Kiba. ''He looks different some how..''
Kiba rose his eyebrows up at his blonde friend, he was already plotting though, what Neji had just said to him playing over in his mind.. he was already piecing together puzzle pieces of his new mission. He knew there was a risk of getting excluded from the school but in a week from now, he was going to successfully find out everything about Sasuke from those files, he just had to figure some things out first.. He was idly aware of everyone staring at Sasuke again and the confused look on Naruto's face. Kiba could tell he was high, he'd been around drugs a lot at parties, the aura wreaked off of him but Naruto despite coming to parties wasn't anywhere near drugs at them, he did drink and get pissed but he never touched cigarettes or drugs, even at parties.
Naruto seemed to be having a staring contest with Sasuke, their eyes intensely locked from either side of the classroom.. Naruto's face wore the biggest frown. ''Is he...alright?'' He muttered to Shikamaru beside him who just shrugged lazily, half asleep.
Sasuke was always amused by the look on the blonde's face... he was so interested in him, more than everyone else in the class who were already beginning to lose interest now that the morning was over...
He wouldn't take his eyes off him and Sasuke happily obliged in returning the stare, his eyes piercing from their dark sunken sockets and glinting a little under the florescence of the classroom. He decided to play on the vampire joke from earlier and cast his gaze down to Naruto's throat where his pulse would be and rose a hand to his own throat, tapping his own throbbing pulse point and licking his lips slowly at Naruto before casting his hazy stoned eyes back to the blank canvas which was swirling with color right before his eyes and making Sasuke smirk to himself as he watched crazy patterns come to life, hallucinating a little from the drug.
The eratic teacher's shrill voice filled the class then... the way she spoke was like an over excited mouse, ridiculous actually and it made Sasuke's ears twitch with irritation, there was no point studying this woman.
"Hello class! I hope you all had a wonderful summer filled with joy and ice-cream! Summer is so wonderful, don't you think?" Her voice floated out as she began to glide around the classroom with a dreamy look in her eyes... "Filled with... such pretty colors, scents... the blue sky, chirping birds...rainbows and flowers..."
"Festering garbage in the streets." Sasuke said dryly as she began to gaze at him which snapped her out of her little 'summer' trance and made the class chortle in amusement.
"Yes-... quite..." The teacher looked a little flustered and bustled off back to the front again. "Now- this term's topic is, human emotion and what better way to start off that topic than with the emotion... love." She smiled around as all the boys made a unanimous groaning noise and the girls twittered amongst themselves excitedly, only Sasuke continued to stare at his canvas...
Love... what a ridiculous thing... how was he supposed to paint that, he might as well paint a unicorn or a fairy or some other childish thing that didn't really exist since, that's all love was.
Even Naruto looked like he was having trouble with that one, he'd never been in a serious relationship, he'd dated Hinata for a week, out of pressure from Kiba.. that wasn't love. But what WAS love exactly? Now Naruto was confusing himself.. Who was he to say what was love and what wasn't, who was anyone to say? Love was just a word after all, it was what you made of it, what YOU felt.. no other person could tell you if it was love or if it wasn't... Naruto's eyes were turning into spinning spirals.. So he shook his head and moved forward, grabbing an apron and pulling it on without another word, another glance at Sasuke trying to ignore his eye motions and reference towards his neck. Stepping up in front of his canvas and looking at the paints, he got to work.. Kiba's eyes looked up to the back of his blonde head watching with raised eyebrows a grin on his lips, he quickly got up and grabbed his paint brush too, not bothering with his apron...
As they got to work, Kiba drawing cans of beer on his canvas, a load of different types of dogs, half naked women, underwear, he was good at painting, it was a shame he was wasting it on his trivial 'likes' and 'wants' not things he actually genuinely loved.
Naruto meanwhile was poking his tongue out in concentration, paint already flicked on his tan face, traces of it in his hair as he painted the lakeside he went to with Iruka every summer vacation, what it looked like when you were stood on the wooden raft that went out across the lake and the sky in the morning, the colors of the water, everything that reflected how he felt when he went away, just him and his Dad, when they spent time together like a Father and son, when they laughed and talked about everything that came to mind, Iruka truly was the most precious person to Naruto in the whole world.
Sasuke spent the first five minutes just staring at the canvas, as he always did before starting a picture, unless he was sketching something from real life, then he'd study that, whilst his hand moved without looking bellow on the page, bringing what he saw to life, like earlier with Naruto...
Sasuke then glanced around the room as everyone got to work... what was love to them... only one thing came to mind. Sex.
Sasuke had never shown any interest in sex, or women, or nudity, or porn or anything like that. He didn't masturbate, he didn't have filthy thoughts because every human being on the planet either irritated or disgusted him.
But he did read... he had red a lot of books, and manga, and graphic novels, he'd come across some pretty erotic stuff whilst browsing the library back home or Kakashi's bookshop which seemed to only exclusively sell dirty books...
He decided to use only shades of red for his painting and he quickly began to attack the canvas with it, an intense expression on his face...
What he painted... was pretty shocking in a year ten classroom... it was an extremely graphic and detailed painting of two MEN... one was sat in a chair in an empty room, surrounding the chair were empty cans of beer and bottles of liquor, as well as used syringes... the man was completely naked and extremely well painted down the the tiniest details of his penis...
What was shocking about it was there was another man in front of the second, down on his knees, sucking the first man's cock... Sasuke hadn't spared any detail, the expression on the 'sucker's' face, watery eyes as he stared up at the other, saliva running down his chin like he was gagging... no, it wasn't saliva it was cum... a lot of it too, as well as the puddle dripping from the second man's cock as he beat himself off...
Sasuke was pretty pleased with his depiction of love and leaned back to admire it..
There came a startled screeching sound that no one expected from behind them all, the whole class was getting to work on their paintings, their fingers mid-paint with brushes as they heard the high-pitched noise and then a bang.. Twenty odd heads snapped around not including Sasuke's of course to see their art teacher behind Sasuke although she seemed to have stumbled back and crashed into a table full of paints and paintbrushes in the middle of the class scattering them everywhere, a hand was held over her mouth, shock written in her eyes...
''Uh, Miss.. is everything alright?'' Came Ino's confused voice from where she stood.
The students all looked at each other completely baffled by their teachers outburst, she'd never done that before, she was particularly talkative and strange but that was a bit much... Only then did twenty-odd eyes follow just where their teacher was staring...
Gasps echoed throughout the room and it fell deathly silent. Students had drawn things like chocolate, their parents, favorite pets, their friends, themselves with their boyfriends, love hearts, stars, the lot and it was all fairly average art, something anybody could do.
But Sasuke's painting looked like someone famous had painted it, an incredible Artist.. one of the best artist's, something of Leonardo da Vinci's style and skill.
''What the hell?'' Came one of guy's yells. ''How is that love? what the fuck has he drawn?'' Came another.
''Ew, that's gross!'' Ino chimed in.
Naruto stared at it with a white face, his paintbrush still mid-stroke on his canvas..
Sasuke didn't look at their faces... he didn't need too, he knew what would be written there, simple human reactions like shock, rage, disgust, intrigue perhaps... awe?
"S-Sasuke! The assigned project was /love/ not vulgarity!" Came the teacher's screech who had recovered from the shock.
Sasuke still did not look away from his painting, tilting his head at it in thought as if something was still missing. He didn't know what he'd tried to achieve from his painting, was it shock? Was it controversy or rebellion? Sasuke just painted whatever he wanted to paint, though he had to admit he'd never painted naked men before, never mind acts of oral sex.
"Who's to say what it is? Perhaps... love is vulgar." Came Sasuke's purr without looking up. "Love does not exist among animals... love is a pathetic human label we have formed over the years for sex... that's all love is really, a childish fantasy... when all humans were put here to do in the first place is reproduce. And the fact that humans, perform acts of sex... or 'love' under the influence of alcohol..." He indicated the empty alcohol bottles surrounding the lovers, "-Or drugs..." He pointed at the empty syringes. "Just proves how pathetic and futile the whole thing is... its not real at all... love is illusion. The only emotion humans have that could be compared to love... is lust." He finished finally, trailing a finger idly over the first man's cock in the others mouth, causing a stunned silence from the class.
There was a long silence, a very long silence... minutes went by, lots of them...
The Art Teacher looked as shocked as all of them, Sasuke's words had been very heavy, negative, depressing, the lot.. A dark gloom hung over the classroom now. No one dared to move or say anything either not the gossiping girls or the butch jocks, even Kiba was staring, speechless, although the one thing going through his head was 'gay'.
There came a nervous laughter then and the attention was instantly averted to Naruto who was scratching the back of his head and forcing a loud laugh which echoed through the gloomy classroom. ''E-each to their own right?'' His voice was strained but it did the trick.
The tension immediately dropped and the Teacher breathed a sigh of relief from his outburst thankful to it, the students weakly nodded and turned their backs to Sasuke again eagerly almost, complete pale and depressed by his words...Sasuke had accomplished whatever mission he'd set out to do and he'd only been in the building two hours, not even that...
Naruto wet his lips and didn't look at Sasuke or his painting at all, he avoided that all together as he turned back around to look at his own painting, looking at it in general made him feel lighter made him forget Sasuke's disgusting portrayal of 'love', he'd painted his perfect memory on paper he knew that because when he looked at it he felt better.
Sasuke made a few final finishing touches to his painting, satisfied by the impact it had made on his peers... they were all so stupid, someone had even painted their computer, it was laughable really, like asking a bunch of chimps to paint love.
Sasuke was rather intrigued by Naruto's painting though and was now eying it sceptically, with genuine interest in his expression... there were no people in his picture, only a scene... he didn't have much skill, the painting was almost childlike with lots of blocks of color but... it had a certain warmth to it, a depth too which really pulled at Sasuke...
However when the bell rang he picked up his bag and exited the class, leaving his painting in the art room for the teacher as a.. gift.
It was lunch and Sasuke remembered a second time he didn't bring his wallet... never the less he headed to the cafeteria with nothing else better to do, glancing down at the printed map he had with him from this morning his stomach gave a rumble of complaint..
All the class filed out, muttering distantly to each other with their heads down and the teacher quickly took Sasuke's canvas away possibly to show it to the Headmaster of the school in disapproval or maybe she disposed of it..
Naruto and Kiba were among the students who had their heads bowed, Kiba's hands were in his pockets and his feet dragged along the floor ''he really is a freak-show, he must be like mentally unstable or something! No one just comes out with that.. you know what I mean?''
''I guess...'' Naruto responded quietly holding onto his sports bag for security, like some sort of teddy bear in his arms.
''Eh.. come on, let's just get something to eat, try and not kill ourselves..'' Shikamaru chipped in from alongside them...
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So that's the end of the second chapter, I'm going to give you a taste of the story of what's already been written out but after I shall be posting chapters weekly. This story is likely to go on for a while, so I'm talking fifty-odd chapters.
Hope you're enjoying so far.
