Robin: Yaaay! Thanks for the reviews! You guys freaking rock! I'm really sad right now, so you all cheered me up. Yeah, I SUCK AT BAKEING! cries I'm a failure as a woman! So yeah… I gave up on the anniversary cake I was making to do this…. Because well… yaoi is great stress relief! grins

Disclaimer: I own Naruto in my dreams…

Ding Dong

So that annoying bell rings, AGAIN, and I'm really hesitant to answer it.

It's always either Sasuke or Iruka, neither who I'm really in the mood to see.

Yeah, I know that's pretty cold to Iruka, after all, he did practically raise me. But I don't really see him often anymore, only in class. Besides that, he's always with that damned Mr.Kakashi.

That and I don't really feel like getting my ass dragged to class.

The ringing persists, and after a while, it gets very hard to ignore.

I pause my videogame (SHUT UP! IT HAS NINJAS! NINJAS ARE FUCKING AWSOME!), grab a shirt, put it on, and reluctantly walk over to the door.

Just as my hand grasps the knob, the ringing stops.

I turn to make my way back to the couch, to resume playing (god my brain cell count must be really low!) but then I hear something like footsteps from my kitchen.

'Holey shit! Theres someone in my house!'

'Mabye there here to kill you' kyuubi laughs.

(Yeah! She has a name!)

"Shut the fuck up!" I growl at her-err- me.

My hand instinctively reaches out and grabs the first thing my fingers find, it's a… cucumber?

'What the fuck am I going to do with a cucumber!'

"I hope your not planning on attacking me with that, Uzimaki."

I look up to see my silver haired Chemistry teacher smiling down at me.

I drop the cucumber and gasp, getting another one of his creepy smiles in return.

I twitch nervously, and look down.

"How the hell did he get in here…?"

"Talking to yourself again? My, its no wonder no one likes you…"

"Grrrr. What are you doing in my kitchen, Mr. Kakashi?"

"What are you doing in YOUR kitchen is the more important question, isn't it?"

"…Not really…." I look around, not sure what to say.

'Well, this is….awkward….'

"You know, Naruto, Gaara has been absent with a cold for the past two days, and said he will most likely be absent for the next two more. Maybe you should grace us with your presence in class, at least until he returns."

"Really Gaara's sick, I-HEY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR TALKING ABOUT! I HAVNT BEEN SKIPPING BECAUSE OF HIM I-I mean…. I think I have a cold too…. Eh heh heh eh heh..."

I force a cough, he just nodds his head and turns.

"Be here for finals, Uzimaki." Is all he says before he finds his way out the door, leaving me just standing there, very confused.

"…Fuckin' Kakashi…" I growl under my breath.

"Detention tomorrow!" A sing song voice resonates from somewhere down the hall.

"Shit."

So now its Thursday, the day after Kakashi's strange little visit (God, that guy's a weird one!) and so here I am, Uzimaki Naruto: the definition of determined.

This morning, for the first time in God knows how long, I got up the first time the alarm clock rang. (OKAY! So it was the second… but still, that's really good!) I brushed my teeth, showered, and put on that one pair of clean clothes I had been saving (in case of an emergency) in the back of my closet.

So I sit in my kitchen, eating an old convenience store anpan bun cautiously#, with ten whole minutes to spare.

And now, unfortunately, mind has started to wander.

(Y'know the saying, an idle mind is the devils platypus…or something like that…)

First it started with my childhood, the orphanage, and Iruka, which lead to Kakashi, which lead to chemistry, which of course ended up with Gaara.

Sure, I had only known Gaara for a short time, but I felt like somehow, he was just like me. He was… I'd like to say "shy" (more like anti-social), and cold, and sometimes a bit violent (more like psychotic…), but he has some redeeming qualities too.

I mean, he's hot, and well…. He's a good listener? I think…

That and ever since that day I bumped into him at the psychiatrist's, I just can't stop thinking about him.

And now, finally, I snap out of my thoughts, and glance at the clock.

"HOLEY FUCKING SHIT! HOW AM I RUNNING LATE!"

I finish the rest of the bun, cautiously, and run out of the kitchen, grabbing my stuff, stopping only to shove on my orange high tops, and now I'm off to school.

The fresh breeze and sunlight feel so great in my blonde hair and on my lightly tanned skin, and I can feel a great big grin spread its self across my face.

'Even If it hasn't missed me, I've missed this town so much!'

Robin: #it's a joke reference to my other fict (NaruSasu): Wet dreams, Anpan buns, ect. (yeah, a long title)

Oh yeah… and by the way. The first person to tell me where I'm getting the chapter titles gets to decide my next story's pairing (first ask me what anime Ive seen though.. I cant go get a whole new series if I havnt seen it, sorry…) and give me a few suggestions! Cool, huh? Okay, so its not that great of a prize, but, well… screw it.

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