By Desperate Strikes
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Naruto or any other series this fanfiction may touch upon.
Summary:Naruto disappeared on his first birthday. Raised by the female priests of Shangri-La, away from humanity and more importantly men, just how will this new Naruto adapt?
Pairings? NarutoxKakashi IrukaxAnko SasukexSakura
A/N: I've decided to go with a reviewer's comment and make it NaruKaka. Remember, comments, no matter how small can be the difference between a story you like, and one you do not. Before anyone comments on Gai having Team Ten, that wasn't a typo. I point you to chaos theory.
/Sasuke Chapter One/
Hate. It was one of the few emotions I was allowed to feel, or at least that's what I told myself. If I were brutaly honest with myself, and I always was; there was another emotion I called upon without resitation. Or rather, emotions.
Admiration.
Kindness.
Love.
Most considered them to be one in the same, but I begged to differ. Hokage-sama had told me that to truly hate, one must first know how to love. I loved a lot of things, Tomatoes were on the top of that list. I showed kindness to the orphaned children whose home I often visited. I admired my Father, shielding my Mother even knowing it wouldn't make a difference.
I had long gone past the point of anger. Indeed, Hokage-sama had taught me many things. One of which was how to channel that rage to protect what little I had left. I was a berserker, with no equal on the battlefield as far as class-mates and Genin went.
Sometimes I wondered what it would be like to have someone to relate to, what would my life be like then? But then I stopped myself, I did have plenty to relate with the children of the orphanage. 'When you have the same eyes as me.' He had meant the Mangekyou, but I wasn't about to kill a child to match his power.
Even I wasn't that heartless, and I scoffed at those who thought me a live wire, waiting to strike against or leave Konoha. No, I wouldn't leave so long as there was a single tear shed in the village. I resigned myself to service until death. I wanted to become Hokage for this reason, to make a world where the only shed tears were happy ones.
Sitting at the pier I always sat on, I waited for night to transition into day, breathing the cool air quite liberally. I always did like the cool morning air.
"May I have this seat?"
A girl's voice. I shrug, it wasn't a voice I recognized. Probably a civilian. The civvies knew I was off-limites. I glanced at the dark red of her hakama as she sat on her knees next to me. She was small, and I'd put her about two years younger than me. Probably a prodigy if she was allowed to leave the convent. Or at least I assumed she was a Holy Woman.
The thought of prodigies ushered my conscious thought back into that dark place I reserved for traitorous musings. I stored the idea; a prodigous priestess with too much time on her hands, found no practical application for it, and promptly squashed it.
Then my mind was eerily blank. Feeling that matronly presence next to me, it was a lot like when my Mother sat next to me, listening intently as a babbled on about school things and the Grand Fireball Technique, before I finally mastered it.
Without thinking, I began to spill my guts to her. No untrained child could make me relax like this. The otherwordly presence that surrounded her marked her as a servant of the Gods.
I spoke of my childhood, of the betrayel, my thoughts on my brother's dark ascent into missing-nin status. I turned to look at her, curious as to why she hadn't made any noise while I spoke, and nearly lost my voice.
In my short life, I had only seen two beings as beautiful, and one was a statue of a Goddess. Soft blue eyes held by an angelic face stared straight at me, no; through me. She blinked slowly, and tilted her head to the side, curiousity obvious.
Hesitantly I continued, turning my face away from her. I wasn't worthy to face such beauty. Not yet.
Eventually I settled on a topic, fan girls. I figured she could understand, being a girl herself. I chuckled at the thought, making it seem natural enough to pass in normal conversation.I really needed to get out of my head during conversation, even one-sided ones.
I was broken from my reverie, again, when she spoke. Her voice was soft and airy, but didn't sound forced at all.
"Have you tried the direct approach?"
I blinked. Giving them what they want was the furthest thing from my mind.
She yawned and I could feel her stretch, I dare not look at her.
"Do something silly. You go to the academy right? Write an essay on the blackboard about your likes and dislikes, hopes and dreams. Girls are petty at this age, always half-lusting at the nearest mystery. I say half, because in spite of increased hormones, they wouldn't know what to do if they had you."
I considered this. First hand knowledge into the mind of a girl was hard to come by, and non-biased thoughts at that? It had to work. Honestly? I never would of thought that being an idiot and vandalizing the blackboard and turning into an advertisement would help me be rid of them. Glancing towards the sun, I realized the aademy would start filling in soon. Pushing myself to my feet, I bid the priestess farewell before taking off towards the academy. I glanced back towards the pier as I ran, noting that she continued to watch the sun, a serene expression upon that beautiful face.
I could only hope Iruka-sensei understood my plight.
He did, and a half-hour later, when all but my two most loyal fan girls had made their way into the room, it was finally brought to my attention by Kiba what was on the blackboard.
"Oi, Sasuke-teme, did you write that bullshit?"
"Yes," I replied, "It's anti-fan girl propaganda."
"Ah, the direct approach. I approve." The puppy on his head woofed softly, apparently he approved too.
Eventually Sakura and Ino did arrive. Both had different remarks to my self-evaluation.
Ino's was denial. "Sasuke-kun! You didn't write that, right? Only a psycho would be like that!"
"Then I am a 'psycho', as you put it." My reply was smooth as silk, and she suddenly decided I wasn't interesting anymore.
Sakura, on the other hand... My heart went out to the pitifully shy girl, it really did. But that look in her eyes, that 'I'll fix you' look that my long-stanting counselor gave me once upon a time. It was both terrifying and wonderful at the same time.
The other members of my fanclub also seemed content with ignoring me now. I relaxed in my seat, and began to hum a happy tune. I was rewarded when no one squealed at the sound of my self-created music.
Truly, it was a good day. I would have to visit Hokage-sama and ask him to thank the priestess for me. I doubt I'd ever see her again.
/Sasuke Chapter One End/
A/N See you later, Fanfiction Ninja~
