The man struggled on the chair frantically, hot tears striking down his cheeks as a sudden lurch of energy washed over him, but he had not noticed this as one thought kept blaring in his mind; if he did not unbind himself right now, his soul would be no more. The clink of a gun echoes in the dreary room, droning out the man's screams and pleads, then it is sluggishly lifted to be aligned with his head. His heart jolts as he pulls the trigger and the bullet's momentum forces the man's head back, embedding itself onto his forehead, and after recovering, he watches the man with sick fascination while his blood gushes out in five different thin streams, like a sprinkler. He realises he had not even flinched when he shot the man dead, and smiles a cruel smile as he mumbles the words -

"I warned you not to look at her."

"I see you have taken up my passion of writing too."

I lift my head just as my pen freezes on my diary, and give a pointed look.

"Don't compare my obligation to your sick obsession with -" I shudder as the image pops in my head, and suddenly I'm not hungry anymore. There goes breakfast.

I pick up my school bag after shoving my diary and pen in, and while I sling it over my shoulder, Naruto emerges from upstairs scratching his eye groggily and still in his pyjamas.

"School starts in forty-five minutes," I remind him as I pass by him and walk towards the door. "Jiraiya is home by the way."

His nose crinkles and he's suddenly feeling more alert, and I momentarily wonder if I should have given him that piece of information or not. Oh well.

(Five minutes later)

I walk inside first period English forty minutes early and ready to pull out my diary and write some more. I've developed this habit of writing whatever is going through my head and assume would be a cool story, but never really complete it as the gears in my head are ever-changing. I guess I'm still following Kakashi-sensei's rules, and if I had nothing special to write, I would usually add in the slightly more significant times of my day. I should learn to come early more often, as the school was devoid of any noise and I felt a sense of calm being alone here.

Seeing Sasuke there however, was not part of my insanely cool plans.

He turns and stares at me for a moment, and I mentally debate on whether I should leave or not. It's not like I particularly feel something towards him other than the notion that he's weird, but the bored look on his face made me relax, just a smidgen, and I sighed before shutting the door.

I pulled out my diary and pen after sitting across him in my designated seat and began writing. I was surprised that I was able to relax enough with him watching me hawkishly and write speedily, as well as smile in such a content way. I should really come early more often.

"What are you writing?" he questions after a while, and I'm even more perplexed when I barely lose concentration.

"Diary," I respond concisely, still looking down at my rapid pen motions. He is quiet for a moment.

"How could you bring that here?"

I stop writing and glance at him with a raised eyebrow. "What's the problem?"

He gives me a pointed look before shifting his eyes away. Realisation hits me.

"It's not like I have anything to hide," I quip wryly, "I basically write about people I hate, people who force me to do something I consider as outrageous, and random half-stories."

Sasuke eyes me reluctantly, and though I don't really know him too well I assume he's not one to be hesitant, and is more confident.

"Have you ever...let anyone...read it?"

I blinked comically, though wanting to test out my obvious finding answer, "No."

He nods before looking down at the desk, and I catch the deflated look that was in his onyx eyes for a second, proving he was indirectly asking if he could read it. I caught myself smiling as I picked up my pen, and wondered if this was really happening. Usually, if someone could make me crack a smile, I'd automatically consider them a friend, since I never really am open to anything and more guarded than most. I glance up at him and he's still staring at his desk, more forcibly now, and sigh defeated.

"You are such a weirdo," I laugh, and he shoots his head up and has this odd look on his face, resulting in me laughing a bit more. Once calm, I slide my diary towards him and recline back on my chair. "You have about five minutes."

He stares at it for a moment before pulling it towards him and opening it from the back, and I watch his facial expression alter from nonchalance to concentration. It seems like it was only a few seconds before he resurfaced and slid it back to me.

"You hate my uncle," he states curiously, and I am lost in thought for a moment before my eyes widen.

"That bastard Madara is your uncle?!" I explode as he flinched away with wide eyes. It dawns upon us what I had said just a second later, and Sasuke readjusts back to his placid state but keeps his amusement obvious to me.

"Bastard Madara eh?"

I gulp.

Oh what the hey.

"Yeah Sasuke, so what?" I notice how his eyes darken when I use his name, but pay it no mind. "I dislike him. He made me class rep and it feels more like slavery, which I can totally handle if it weren't for the fact that I hate what I'm becoming because of it!"

"And what's that?" he asks, his lips surprisingly twitch.

"Visible!" I exclaim, feeling a weight suddenly lift off my shoulders after admitting something about myself. "People are noticing me more, approaching me, and I don't want that! I want high school to breeze by smoothly, and I can't accomplish that with them shoving their drama-filled sob story at me!"

Its quiet between us for a moment. I'm busy questioning why I'm not questioning telling him everything. He was a really good listener, most probably because he was a quiet person, but I've never felt remotely carefree in a while. My life has been a whirlwind of crazy, and this breather (sadly being the vampire-wannabe) was refreshing. I'm starting to think that I misjudged him before. Maybe he really is someone I could possibly get along with.

"If it makes you feel better," he pauses, his eyes downcast, "I hate him too."

I smile for the second time today, and that's all that takes him to receive my approval. He said exactly what I wanted to hear. But, I wouldn't be me unless I was difficult, so I deadpanned almost immediately.

"It doesn't."

He looked up, just as students start to file in for class. My diary was long hidden in my bag, my notebook opened in front of me and I doodling seemingly not paying him any attention, when I was really waiting for his reaction. He continued to stare up until Ino came and slid beside me, before looking away dejectedly.

I tried my best to stifle my giggle.

"Good morning Kushina!" Ino beams, glowing like she swallowed the Sun. I mumbling back a short, "Morning," without looking up, but she is evidently not affected as she turns her attention to our other group member. "Good morning Sasuke-kun," she purrs, and I can't help but smile as I continue to draw cubes. Ino was very persistent.

The young Uchiha grunts in acknowledgement.

We sit in silence (just kidding! Ino chatters to Sasuke and I'm busy ignoring them) until the door swings open and two teens stumble in. I say stumble because one of them happens to be wearing heels (which I call inappropriate for thirteen/fourteen/fifteen year olds) and anybody with working eyes know that she surely was not walking in them, and the other is not wearing the belt all male students are required to wear, and his pants sag just a little. The identical green eyes and the way the stand (back straight, chest puffed out) tells me they're siblings, but one's a brunette and the other is blonde.

"Is this C-3 English?" the girl literally screeches, and I wonder, as her red glossed lips stretch in a smirk, if she's doing all this on purpose. Most are engaged in hushed whispering, and I momentarily glance at Ino in question.

"Tanaka siblings," she whispers, and my eyes widen in recognition. They were the infamous Tanaka siblings?

As I probably mentioned before, I'm not that into gossip that doesn't revolve around me, but I can (sadly) say that it would take a severely incompetent person to have not heard of the Tanaka siblings. As per my knowledge, they've been held back one or two years after having caused much unnecessary commotion both on and outside school grounds. I didn't really get into it at all and don't know the complete details, so I am in no place to put down false accusations, but what I do know is that Noriko Tanaka once slapped a teacher for looking at her wrong and Nori Tanaka beat him up. News spread fast then between middle schools. I guess high school is no different.

"Hello!" Noriko fumed, shoving her books to her brother to put her hands on her hips. "I asked a question!"

"It is C-3 English,"Ino answers after a moment, and I fold my arms beside her defensively when everyone divides their attention between them and our table. "Although Kakashi-sensei makes it a habit to be late."

Noriko looks her up and down, before sneering, "You look like a washed-up imitation of me."

Wow. I've never seen Ino this riled up since...well ever. I've never seen Ino Yamanaka pissed off.

"What did you say you-"

"I'm sorry I'm late class!" Kakashi steps in, carrying a stack of blank papers. Ino reluctantly backs off and the siblings remain standing haughtily in the front. His usual excuse is cut short when he notices them. "We seem to have two new students, please introduce yourselves."

I feel cold and automatically face Sasuke when I find him looking at me again. He slides a folded piece of paper from under the table.

I'm your sparring partner today.

I raise my eyebrows, and try to stifle my oncoming laugh. He's such an open book.

Did you decide that on your own? It kind of requires my consent you know.

Huh. I write better than I speak.

He doesn't send anymore notes, and I begin to think it's because Kakashi-sensei put Nori in our group and he sat beside Sasuke, and when I see him eye Hinata who is across the room, I retreat into my shell and scowl at him darkly.

"I guess we should run over how this school works for our two new additions."

I'd very much like to hear how he'd do that in five minutes. Kakashi-sensei is a very descriptive person. Note the sarcasm.

"Sakura Haruno?"

Hah. I knew it.

Sakura stands and smooths out her skirt. From the bright look in her jade eyes, I'm pretty sure she's going to start rambling. The girl was very keen on memorising things.

"The school follows a special teaching system, despite keeping the freshmen-sophomore-junior-senior scheme. Freshmen are divided into three randomised groups, C-1, C-2 and C-3 and interchange between different subjects, as you can see from your schedule. The point of this system is to not only narrow down the students by graduation, but to build up interactions between said students and the staff, as our school believes in teamwork and unity.

In regards to Kakashi-sensei's class, English is traditionally divided into writing and reading, as that will be our main focus for the year, and currently we're covering the 'Aspects of Story Writing' spread."

I subconsciously zoned out pretty much after that, and after a moment of recalling all my classes for the day, she was already done and took her seat.

"Today we will start with creating a character," I narrow my eyes. "Following a set of points I'll write on the board. Originality is a must."

He turns around and starts writing down the points, and soon everyone falls into an ideal atmosphere where the only sounds were the scratches of pencil on paper. It barely takes me five minutes to fill up the basic layout he gave us.

Name- Limbo

Age- 17 years

Weight/Height- 148 lbs/6'4"

Appearance- Blue, wavy hair that needs a trim and deep red eyes.

Strengths- Kind and ambitious, as well as goal-oriented.

Flaws- Considered as a gangly, socially-oppressed person, stubborn, fixated easily, idealistic, incompetent, a little masochistic, overzealous, theatrical, vain.

Ambition- To gain the affections of Ruri.

Talents- Can identify flowers and their specific meanings. Great at Origami.

Likes- Ruri, color-coding everything, suspenders, Ruri, Queen, green tea, Ruri, dreaming, Ruri and Ruri.

Dislikes- Anyone close to Ruri, ignorant people, animals, calenders, the colour black, mean people, losing his socks and poetry.

I don't understand why, but I want to make it a somewhat romantic story, and from the looks of Limbo, he does seem to be very love-struck with Ruri. Meh. If Kakashi-sensei doesn't make us continue this (which I completely doubt it), I may consider writing this in my diary. Especially since he seems like a walking flaw.

From the corner of my eye I notice Nori Tanaka trying to look over Sasuke's shoulder in what I assume is his very sad attempt to cheat, completely disregarding Kakashi-sensei's order, while the Uchiha keeps shifting to hide his work, and annoyed look etched on his face. I don't think carefully when I very obviously flip my sheet in attempt to draw his attention towards me, albeit knowing Ino would be busy doing her own work, before glancing around bored. I don't miss the secret look Sasuke gives me.

"You done?" comes Nori Tanaka's honeyed voice. I'm surprised he has a honeyed voice despite his reputation.

"Seemingly," I drawl, twirling my pencil. Sasuke's hand is basically doing aerobics on the paper as he finishes his work, and I'm almost inclined to remind the brunette new boy of his own.

"And...I'm...done!" Ino beams, putting down her writing utensil. She gives me a knowing look, and after a few resolute moments I cave and we exchange papers. She has done a female character CALLED RURI! Is this some sort of joke? She's exactly how I need her to be if Limbo ever gets his own story; girly through and through. I turn to give Ino an earful, and it seems like we have the same idea because she looks infuriated as well.

"Did you steal my character?" she accuses, though it's light-hearted as we are long-time friends and we are both way used to each other to get any mad.

"Dude! I swear I wrote the first name that popped in my head! This is insane."

"So Blondie stole your character?" Nori Tanaka pipes in, both Ino and I turn with malicious looks.

"Who are you to invite yourself into our conversation?" I speak before Ino, and so she compensates by glaring at him pointedly. He opens his mouth, no doubt to say something crude from his expression, but I interrupt him. "Don't waste your breath if you don't apologise to Ino. I guarantee you she's not someone you should mess with."

"Kakashi-sensei!" Ino calls as she raises her hand, a vindictive smile cast on her face, and by now Sasuke is done as well and watching the show. The English teacher swings by, his arms behind his back and bends slightly over our desk. Nori Tanaka looks a little panicky behind his glare, and I already know what she's going to say.

"Me and Kushina unintentionally used the same name."

He breathes a sigh and awkwardly looks down at his own work, as Ino gives Kakashi-sensei our papers. He studies it for a moment before dismissing it as a coincidence, as well as re-assuring it would not pull down our grade. After he walks away, Ino shoots Nori Tanaka a smug look, before starting a conversation with a reluctant Uchiha.

I sink in my seat and am about to zone out, my only comfort that never ends, when a realisation hits me.

Where the hell is Naruto?!