Waaaaaaii!!! –Squirming with glee from where he is sitting on Kyuubi—So many lovely reviews!!
Kyuubi: Great. He's going to be giddy and girly for hours now. And why are you sitting on me?
Because, in a wonderful display of grace and flexibility, I fell in the shower and now I have a huge bruise on my ass. You're much more comfortable then the chair. Lucky for me, I have all these lovely wonderful amazing reviews. THANK YOU THANK YOU!!
Kyuubi: –mutters— Girly...
–hits the fox— Shut up. Replies to anonymous reviews are at the bottom.
Still waiting for someone to guess the title...but points of win to Beautiful Nothings for the great try!
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Recap
Sasuke let out an 'oomph' as his butt made contact with the tile floor in an abrupt and painful manner. His hands shot out, catching himself before his head met the same fate.
"Shit, I'm sorry!"
Sasuke slowly raised his gaze, over orange and black tennis shoes, up long legs clad in baggy denim, past slim hips, where the low waist of the jeans showed orange boxers, up past a dark blue shirt bearing the words 'Know Your Genetically Modified Produce' under a picture of a limonut stretched over broad shoulders and a well-muscled chest, finally resting on concerned blue eyes under a thatch of blonde hair.
Hooooooly fuck.
This almost justified being forced into a padded bra and dragged halfway across the country.
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It really almost did. Everything about this guy, from the gorgeous beach-boy tan to the golden blond hair pulled back into a low ponytail at the nape of his neck to the adorable whisker marks on each cheek (How did he get those?) practically screamed 'I am a sex god! Worship me, mere mortal!'.
Sasuke suddenly realized that one, he was staring; and two, there was a large hand in his personal space.
Bright blue eyes peered down at him. "Seriously, are you okay?" Sasuke ignored the hand, pushing himself to his feet and dusting off imaginary dust.
"I'm fine." He muttered, pitching his voice a few octaves higher then usual.
The blond smiled in relief. "Glad to hear it. Hey, are you new here? I don't think I've seen you befo—"
"Naruto Uzumaki!" A peeved female voice rang down the hallway, accompanied by angry footsteps and amused murmurs from the handful of other students scattered about.
Sasuke barely surpassed a snort. Spiral fishcake? What kind of a name was that? The blond flinched, one hand reaching up to scratch the back of his head, a nervous grin spreading over his face. "S-Sakura! I was just coming to find you!"
The girl who stormed up to Naruto was pretty, Sasuke had to admit. Bubblegum-pink hair framed her face, highlighting her green eyes, the tips brushing a white tank-style corset over a pale pink shirt with a rather low neckline and off-the-shoulder sleeves. A magenta brocade skirt with white lace trim went down to mid-thigh, accenting her long legs. Her dainty feet were adorned with open-toed pink skimmers, showing toenails painted dark red.
She put her hands on her hips and glared at Naruto. "Where were you yesterday? You were supposed to be helping me and Shikamaru plan the Spring Formal, and you know I can't count on that lazy bum for anything!"
"I know, but Kyuubi had to go to the doctor's and he doesn't have a car, so I had to drive him!" Naruto whined.
"Don't give me your excuses! You are so irresponsible!"
Sasuke gave himself a mental slap. What was he doing just standing here? He turned his back the scolding girl and cowering blond, continuing on his interrupted journey to the office.
The man sitting at the desk, hair covered by a dew rag, looked up. He gave Sasuke a friendly grin, the toothpick in the corner of his mouth shifting with the expression. "New student, eh?" At Sasuke's nod, he jerked his thumb over his shoulder at the door behind his desk. "Just head on in."
Sasuke mumbled a 'thank you', pushing open the plain door, and entering the large office. The old man seated at the large desk in front of a bay of windows giving a sweeping view of the school grounds looked up, features slightly hazy behind the veil of smoke rising from his pipe.
"Ah, Miss Akatsuka." He indicated one of the armchairs sitting in front of the desk and Sasuke took a seat. He folded his hands in his lap, back ramrod straight, looking every inch an ice princess. The brunet glanced around the room, his eyes settling on the gold nameplate reading 'Principle Sarutobi'. Like I couldn't have figured that out on my own?
Sarutobi nodded to himself, looking over what Sasuke assumed was his school record. "Your grades are excellent, but the classes seem to be a bit piecemeal."
"I've had to move a lot...sir."
Sarutobi flipped through a couple papers in the open manila folder on his desk. "Yes, Ms. Tsunade did inform me of your...special circumstances."
Sasuke help back a scowl. Tsunade was the head of the CIA and the one responsible for dumping him in Konoha. Most of his ire was reserved for Kakashi's boss, though. It had been Jiraya's stupid idea to dress Sasuke up as a girl. Damn FBI perverts.
The old man nodded slightly, placing his hands on the desk. "I know how difficult it must be for you, having to move so often. This school is like one big family, and I hope you will come to think of yourself as one of us."
Sasuke resisted the urge to snort. Yeah, sure buddy. You think that. He settled for raising a sardonic eyebrow.
Sarutobi ignored the brunet's skepticism. He closed the folder and tucked it away, signaling the end of the little get together. "Well, you'd best be on your way if you want to make it to class on time. Genma will have you schedule for you." Sasuke nodded, getting to his feet and leaving.
The man at the desk, Genma, handed Sasuke a sheet of paper. "Welcome to Konoha High, kid." This time Sasuke did snort. What was wrong with these people?
The Uchiha sighed, glancing down at his schedule. First period...World History, Iruka Umino. Room 108. He walked down the hall past a few stragglers, to the appropriate room. Pushing open the door, he walked in, scowling slightly at the level of noise.
It was a fairly typical classroom, some students sitting by themselves or in small groups. A loud shout of laughter went up from the center, where the largest group congregated, and Sasuke reflexively looked over. A group of about a dozen or so teens where all laughing their heads off at something, crowded around one particular student. Sasuke blinked, recognizing the blonde from earlier. The pink-haired girl was sitting on his lap, rolling her eyes and elbowing him in the side. Is she his girlfriend? Sasuke smirked slightly. Easy to tell who wears the pants in that relationship.
The man writing on the whiteboard looked up. He looked relatively friendly, with brown hair pulled up in a ponytail and warm eyes. Idly, Sasuke wondered how he got the scar across the bridge of his nose in a quiet little town like this. "Ah, you must be Saeko."
The class quieted when they heard that and someone yelled; "Who's the new girl, Mr. Umino?"
Iruka smiled. "This is Saeko Akatsuka. She's recently transferred here from Oto, so please do your best to make her feel at home, alright you guys?" Saeko/Sasuke reluctantly nodded hello.
"What's a city girl like you doing in a shitty town like this?" That was from a lanky brunet with strange red tattoos on his face and shaggy brown hair sitting with his feet propped up on his desk, tilting back dangerously far in his chair.
Iruka frowned. "Get your feet off the desk and sit up properly, Kiba." He snapped. "And watch your language." Kiba did as he was told amidst snickers, grinning good-naturedly. Iruka kept the Evil Eye on him for a few seconds longer. "Saeko, there's an empty desk for you in front of Sakura. Or, there would be if she was sitting in her desk."
The pink-haired girl smiled sheepishly, sliding into an empty seat near the window. "Sorry Mr. Umino."
The teacher nodded, looking at Sasuke. "Would you mind telling us a little bit about yourself?"
The Uchiha slid into the desk, folding his hands in front of his face. "Such as?"
Iruka looked a bit taken aback. "Well...just general things. Likes, dislikes, that sort of thing."
"You already know my name. There are plenty of things I hate, but it doesn't really matter, considering there's almost nothing I do like." 'Saeko' eyed the class, noticing the looks he was getting from some of, well most of, the guys in the room. "And I'm not interested, so don't even think about it." He added.
A raucous laugh came from one seat over and two seats up. The culprit, a redhead punked out in baggy black pants with large chain link straps on each side and a thin and sheer black fishnet top is under a red and black striped tank top, leaned back and leered at Sasuke.
"Quite the little ice princess, ain't ya? You always this cold or does it take a good fuck to loosen you up?"
The look Sasuke gave him was loaded with enough disdain to douse a bushfire. A blonde girl with pale blue eyes sitting across from Sakura reached over and punched the redhead on the arm.
"Oi, Kyuubi, leave the poor girl alone. You have a boyfriend."
Kyuubi pouted, rubbing his arm. "Lemme alone, you violent thing. My boyfriend flirts with my little brother, he wouldn't care."
Sakura smacked him on the head, adding her two cents. "That's not flirting, that's propositioning, you pervert."
Iruka tapped on the whiteboard. "Ino, Sakura, stop beating on Kyuubi. Kyuubi, stop harassing Saeko."
"Yes sir." The two girls chorused as Kyuubi crossed his arms and slumped in his seat, scowling. Naruto was laughing openly.
Kyuubi glared at him. "Shut up, Blondie."
Naruto snickered. "No way. You got me in trouble with Sakura. I have no sympathy for you." Iruka made an irritated noise, and the two shut up.
Sasuke let out a silent groan, dreading the prospect of being stuck with these idiots for the next however long before Itachi hunted him down this time. Screw education. He wanted to go home now.
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And Kyuubi is out of the closet!! Gyahahahahaha!!! My closet at any rate...Who on earth could his boyfriend possibly be? Only the Shadow knows! –sniggersnigger— Boy, he's a vulgar little brat ain't he?
Kyuubi: -- You're not funny.
I am too. You just don't appreciate my immature sense of humor. As for Sakura's outfit...I hope I didn't blind you all with the pink. I tried to keep her in character, and you have to admit, she does wear a lot of it. Sasuke's introduction? Taken out of Volume 1. Except for that last bit. How original am I? Keep up the wonderful reviewing, onegai?
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