with a bit of luck..
...he might find a way to reclaim his rank.
02
"You know, Sasuke-chan, if it's really bothering you, I'm willing to let you change schools," Uchiha Mikoto—Okaa-san—frowned, staring at her sulking ten year old son.
"It's not bothering me!" Sasuke pouted, staring gloomily at his report card. It was full of A's and glowing remarks from his teachers as usual. Well, there was the occasional B+ for team sports, but that's about it. The B+ thing wasn't a big deal before.
But it was now.
Rank 2. For two years in a row. Because now there was someone who could get all A's. A in every subject. Even in team sports. Sasuke could never fathom how exactly one could get A in team sports. He didn't just dislike team sports. He resented it and grouped it in with the likes of the devil. He did not want to form a team with a bunch of losers. It was unthinkable.
"What's up?"
Oh. It's Nii-san. He had just come back from school and his guitar case was slung over his right shoulder. His long hair was slightly mussed up from the travel but Uchiha Itachi looked as wonderful as ever. Yes, he was that amazing to Sasuke. He was the ultimate big brother and anyone who disagrees is automatically an ass.
"Oh, you got your report card!" Nii-san smiled. He lowered his bag and guitar case to the ground before leaning over to look at it. "Sasuke! Your math grades improved! That's great! And look, you're one of the highest rankers. You're doing very well, Sasuke. Congratulations!"
One of the highest rankers.
Tch. Not for long. No way in hell. He wasn't just going to be one of the highest.
He was going to be the highest.
Just you watch out you stupid pink haired freak.
Sasuke's favourite hang-out spot? The library. Yes. Laughable, but it will serve its purpose eventually.
Eventually.
Because now he was going to pour every bit of his time and effort to all of his subjects, and he even decided to form a team with the best athletes in his class (aside from him, of course) for team sports. There was Inuzuka Kiba; loud and obnoxious, but quite good at sports. Yes, only quite, because Sasuke was better. And also Namikaze Naruto; an annoying, self-centred brat with low ass grades, but was amazingly good at things that involved a lot of energy.
He was going to go along with those losers for the sake of his grades. And his pride as a genius.
But now that wasn't important. He was in deep trouble. Very deep trouble.
Because he couldn't solve problem number nine. He had wasted about three pieces of paper and he still couldn't find a way to balance this goddamn equation. After five more agonizing minutes, he was confident that the textbook author made a mistake and put in a faulty equation. He was about to head over to Iruka-sensei to obnoxiously declare this newfound fact when she arrived.
Yes, she was still wearing those dull, ugly clothes. But he noticed that she was wearing a bright red ribbon as a headband to pull back her crooked bangs.
Tch. Makes her look more of an idiot.
Her brilliant green eyes were focused on the papers in his table though, and before he could declare that he found a mistake in the textbook (just to show her he was far more superior than her non-elite little brain could ever be), she piped up instead. "Oh, Sasuke-kun...are you having trouble with number nine?"
Uhh..
Without an invitation (and completely oblivious to the intense mental messages of utter hatred he was sending her way) she sat down across from him and scribbled a bunch of numbers on a piece of paper.
"You see, you should factor this one so that you'll be able to divide and cancel the numerators and get rid of the fractions. Then you should transpose all the negative numbers to the left and all the positive numbers to the right. Oh, and change the signs while you're at it. Now you can perform the operations like...this! And next, you divide 7 with 7 to cancel it, and do the same with 49 over here, so that you get 7. So that means x is equals to 7!"
She finished the problem with a flourish and looked up at him with a small smile. Then she suddenly looked down and started fidgeting with the ends of her dark green sweater. A hint of red was starting to taint her cheeks and she looked almost...bashful.
What a freak.
Snatching his books and papers away, he flashed her the infamous Uchiha look (which is roughly translated as "don't talk to me, peasant,") and marched away with his nose in the air. He crumpled the paper with the equation and dumped it in a nearby trashcan, and went to find another place to study in, muttering and grumbling under his breath as he did so.
Five minutes later, he went back to the trashcan and started looking for the paper with the equation so he could copy it for his homework.
A/N: yup this is a happy story so the uchiha clan is alive, minato and kushina (my adorable bbys) are alive and naruto is a namikaze
thank you for the reviews by the way :)
