Summary: For Sasuke, it's just another town. Only more people. What makes Konoha different? And what additions to his coven have been kept untold? A very vague summary. . It's AU, and I added an OC. Sorry!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto! (Only Itachi's heart.)

I'm not sure about the pairings or anything, yet. So please bear with me!


The hum of September's students resides in the solemn conversations of audible reluctance. The school blurs with the blend of both reunions' excitement and dread. The highest concentration of the latter walks five feet and six inches tall, its pointed raven-hair cheating the sixth inch. Its company walks close beside, speaking in an undertone.

"Just stick to your schedule. First period's homeroom, 107," Kakashi hands Sasuke a slip unobtrusively, his left eyes squinted in its usual fix. "Call that number if trouble starts."

"What kind of trouble?" Sasuke's brow tilts steeper. "What the hell kind of place is this?"

"A populated one," Kakashi shrugs, nodding to a passing teacher. "Lots of families, students. Lots of us. Lots of them."

The younger's lip twitches. "Which them?"

A high-pitched bell breaks his final syllable.

"Just go to class. Today's short. Ask questions later." With that, the taller gray-silver-haired man slinks away, shoulders slanted, and thin book suddenly in hand.

Sasuke grits his teeth as Kakashi is lost in the crowd of students. He shrugs away blandly from the eager stares of several teens and pockets his right hand, crinkling the scrawled digits on Kakashi's paper in his left. "107, huh?"


"...and I hope we can all have a fantastic year!" the loud speaker concludes half-heartedly.

Sasuke snorts, black eyes elipsing the classroom's lone clock. Time's never slipped so slowly, he thinks; he counts the rows of desks boredly, recording the occupied ones absent-mindedly.

"Oh! You're new here right?"

Biting his tongue sharply, his head turns casually to the voice that has somehow crept to his left. Blinded by an unnameable shade of pink, he can barely restrain his narrow of eyes. He tilts his chin toward the character, careful neither to offend nor flatter, annoyed already. "That's right," he answers, blanding the taste of blood with saliva.

"Well, my name's Haruno Sakura!" the brightly adorned girl smiles widely. Damn, what shitting world gives you so much to smile about?

Sasuke averts his gaze from her differently-colored hair. "Uchiha Sasuke." With that, he feints attention to the empty desk in the front, reserved obviously for the class's supervisor.

"Really?" Why the hell not? "Well, if you need anything just ask--"

A familiar face strides into the classroom, then, silvery hair crushed to the left waving as long steps pause at the center of the room. His hands close around a red paper-back book. "Well," Kakashi starts. His right eyes peers towards every desk. It skips over Sasuke's, to which the dark-haired boy smirks inwardly. "There sure are a lot of you."

A group of boys behind him, interpreting the statement as a joke, chortle humourously, and a couple of polite girls evince smiles. The teacher, however, passes each of them bewildered looks before taking up the clothed chair behind his long wooden desk. His legs lean over the protesting maple, and he picks up a paper beside his foot. "Attendance," he reads aloud.

Sasuke hears the pink girl, Sakura, lean to another student to whisper. The two giggle before facing front again. "Free lunch to whoever feels like counting all of you," Kakashi announces thoughtfully. Five hands shoot up immediately, and Kakashi nods to a short boy in the third row. Frowning slightly, Sasuke forces his eyes to examine the teen more closely. He looks familiar...

Sasuke's advanced gaze struggles little to pronounce his lack of height and obvious shortage of testosterone. The boy's face however somehow manages to shudder from Sasuke's eyes. Piqued, he donnes attention as the strange boy todders to the front.

"What's yer name, kid?" Kakashi nods to the smaller boy.

He grins. "Tobi, sensei!"

"Alright," Kakashi tosses him a clipboard before diving into his book. Sasuke shoots burning eyes over his superior, hoping to raise his attention, if not wear in a hole first.

Kakashi's hand pauses at the top of a page as if to turn it, but then rolls in a 'shoo' sort of gesture. The acknowledgement is enough to satisfy Sasuke, and he makes it a note to inquire of the short boy, Tobi, later. Satiated, he leans back anxious for the remainder of the period to pass.

The particular town didn't seem so strange, until Kakashi had started talk of trouble and danger. Sasuke had received the blunt order to move from his brother only a week ago, and he'd quietly complied. He'd made living arrangements in one of their father's houses of old and "officially" moved in the next day. Sasuke himself had never been ordered to the town before, whether for a meeting, or staying. The town seemed normal, from his five-day experience there. Same old humans. Their same old habits.

The only difference was that he sensed close to nothing paranormal. At first he'd thought only that the town was scant of his kind. It wasn't unusual at all, until Kakashi had caught him by surprise at his father's manor the previous day. He had sensed nothing. And even though Sasuke had known him from their brief encounters and a few of his brothers' full orations, he'd sensed nothing supernatural throughout the whole visit. When he'd asked Kakashi about it, the older man had simply nodded troubledly. Could the town really be so quiet, or could there be multiplied groups of his kind that were all capable of cloaking their scents? And what had Kakashi meant by them? Did he refer to more humans or more of their kind's traitors? Perhaps--

"Hey! You! Uchiha!"

Dismayed at the interruption, Sasuke turns, finding himself face-to-face with a spiky blonde. "What?"

"So that's really your name," the boy squints his eyes.

Sasuke narrows his in return. "Why the hell not?"

"'Cause Tobi's not usually right," the blonde's friend nods to the front, lips pressed into a line. "What's up your ass?"

"Whatever," Sasuke says edgily, "sorry."

"Yeah, that's right!" the bonde sits upright, facing drawing closer. "No one badmouths Uzumaki Naruto!"

With a creeping smirk, Sasuke raises a brow. "You think that's badmouthing, kid?"

"Kid?" Naruto stands up, hands slamming on the desk. Most eyes look up to him, others turn away, apparently used to it. "Why, Shikamaru, I oughtta--"

"Just relax," Naruto's friend, Shikamaru shakes his head, looking away and rubbing his left temple. "Why're you so damn loud?"

"Adolescents," Kakashi calls monotonously from his desk without looking up, "calm down."

Naruto crosses his arms, making sure to glare individually at each of his spectators. He huffs finally back to Sasuke, who is bored to the point that he could crack a smile at the determination glued on the blonde's face. "I'm pretty sure that translates to 'Sit your skinny ass down'," Sasuke says crookedly.

Exhaling loudly, Naruto jumps onto his chair. "I'll sit my perfectly muscled butt when I want to!"

Shikamaru groans, physically sliding his own chair an inch away from his friend. Sakura turns from Naruto to Sasuke. "Don't mind him," a boy to Sasuke's right says, "his brain hasn't become attuned to the real world yet." Sasuke snorts.

"The name's Yakushi Kabuto, third year," he says, pushing up thin-framed glasses. His light hair falls over his shoulder, behind gray eyes, and his angular face is raised with the air of humble superiority. A pair of crimson-faced girls watches him carefully.

Sasuke cracks his jaw with the turn of his lower lip. "Second year, Uchiha Sasuke."

"Now, Naruto," Kakashi drops his book onto his lap, "I suggest you sit before Sarutobi comes in for homeroom inspections."

"Yeah, yeah," Naruto grumbles, slumping into his chair. The group of boys in the back laughs loudly. "Shut up, Kiba! Kimimaro! Suigetsu!"

"You've got no one to blame but yourself, Naruto," Sakura pipes in.

A slim-faced boy beside Naruto nods. "I really agree this time."

"Wanna say that to my face, Sai?" he grumbles, shaking his blonde spikes.

"These kids," Kakashi sighs, standing up and pocketing both hands, "really have no morals."

"I do!"

Rubbing the back of his head, Kakashi nods, "Of course Tobi does." He lifts his wrist, angling it so his sleeve falls, revealing a watch. "Oh, look at the time. Three...two..."

The door opens smoothly, and a short old man stalks inside. "Hatake-sensei," he regards Kakashi smoothly.

"Oh, Sarutobi, g'morning," Kakashi replies, straightening a little. "The kids are ecstatic to be back."

"Don't call them kids, Hatake," Sarutobi smiles benevolently at the class. Naruto folds his arms and glares into Sasuke's head.

"Hey easy, kid," Sasuke says lowly, turning his head slightly.

"Uchiha, huh?" Kabuto whistles from his side. "Any siblings?"

Lips tightening, Sasuke answers, "One."

Kabuto clicks his tongue; his eyes smolder crimson. Sasuke flinches, but the red recedes quickly, dilluting back into a clean silver. Changing his glance, Kabuto exhales through curved lips, "You look pretty young to be in second year."

Sasuke's brows narrow. "I'm short. So what?"

"Huh." Kabuto scribbles a line into his agenda pad, pen brushing the page robotically. He rereads it pointedly.

"Hey, Kabuto!" A voice from the classroom's back calls.

"I have to go," the older teen stands, smiling blandly and pushing his books into his pack. "I'll see you around, Uchiha."

"Yeah," Sasuke mumbles. He sees him stalk to the back of the classroom. "See you."

"You gay or something?"

Sasuke glares pointedly to the blonde speaker behind him.

"You need to work on disciplining your classes, Hatake," Sarutobi grunts.

Kakashi smiles blandly, eyes turning to the class. "The bell's gonna ring soon! Shortened periods!"

No one replies.

"They don't listen," the teacher hangs his head in mock-shame.

"Discipline!" Sarutobi emphasizes. He shakes his head before leaving.

The sound of the bell crashes, and each student wrestles through the door. Uneasily, Sasuke follows the crowd.