A/N: Just so it's perfectly clear, I am no way at all pleased with this work. I've had a bucketload of homework pushed over my head, and barely had the time to squeeze in my writing. I think this chapter really sucks and is all filler, but I have to upload it since I have no time to rewrite it. So don't judge. I'm only 14, what the goddamn hell to you expect? A fucking novelist?

Actually my 14th birthday was just last weekend. ^.^ Though, I didn't really do anything special..=.= Oh well, I guess this is the point where you have to read. So go. Do it.

Full Summery:

The Four Aristocrats, known rulers of Konoha Elite – school for the bright and rich. The band made up of Sasuke Uchiha – son of profound Fugaku Uchiha and heir to the Uchiha Corporation; Neji Hyuuga – nephew of Hiashi Hyuuga and in line for the head of the Hyuuga INC; Gaara Sabaku – already head of the Sabaku Enterprise; and Shikamaru Nara – only successor to the Nara Association.

Naruto Uzumaki, young at the age of 16, but already a senior in high school enters the school of his dreams along with his foster-sister Ino. The adorable, cute, hilarious blond is without a doubt a great attraction to all of the men in Konoha Elite. Yet, upon catching the eyes of the three largest beneficiaries will definitely cause a few problems. Who will win the heart of the blond? And will Naru-chan be able to ward off the evils of fame and prices it comes with?

Contains Yaoi and pairings: SasuNaru, NejiGaara, ItaDei, ShikaIno, and KakaIru

Happy Reading! ^.^

Disclaimer:

BHIris: Goddammit, two fail live shows in a fucking row! What is to become of me! –sobs-

Camera One: Uh, miss. –hands tissue- Sorry to say, but it's already 6 PM. The live show just started filming a few seconds ago.

BHIris: -blinks- Wha…Oh shit! Again? Why am I always so unprepared. Where's my cue cards? My script? My laptop? AHHH!

-technical difficulties-

BHIris: -composed- Sorry about that, my lovely viewers, but with no more delays, let's welcome the next amazing couple onto this live show Doubles the Charm. Please welcome, Kakashi and Iruka!

-No appearance-

BHIris: -blushing- Erm, please welcome Kakashi and Iruka…

-birds chirping-

BHIris: What the…? KAKASHI, IRUKA—WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS? YOU'RE MAKING ME LOOK BAD LIVE!

Kakashi: Maah, maah, we have arrived, Iris-chan. No need to get your bra in a bunch. We were just... "doing stuff" -wiggles eyebrows suggestively-

-crowd 'ooh's-

Iruka: -trys to look stern while failing miserably- Kakashi! We're on live television-with younger viewers! Don't be so crude.

Kakashi: -blinks innocently- What? When I said, we're "doing stuff", I could mean anything. Not my fault their minds automatically twist it into something perverted. And just for the hell of it, I am completely innocent here.

-Iruka glances at the orange book in Kakashi's hand, which the silver man is desperately hiding behind his back-

Iruka: -eye-roll- You're hopeless. And the phrase is 'panties in a bunch'…not bra.

Kakashi: -smirks perversely- How bout 'panties on the floor' or 'panties—no longer existing'?

Iruka: K-Kakashi! We're on TV!

Kakashi: -shrugs- What, I've watched the other previous episodes. They've all been failures anyway. Thank Kami we don't belong to this fanatic.

BHIris: Damn, 'Kashi-kun. That hurts real deep here. –points to heart-

Kakashi: Well, my heart belongs to Iruka, right Iru-chan? –hugs Iruka-

Iruka: -blushing and stuttering- Erm, right…-looks apologetically at Iris- Sorry about this.

BHIris: -grumbles- Alright, you yaoi stealing pervert and uber cute teacher. Just kiss already and I'll end the show. We'll never get through the questions anyway.

Kakashi: -winks- Gladly. First right comment you've said all week.

-Hot kiss, lots of nosebleeds and BHIris faints from bloodloss. Thank you for watching our show.-

Chapter Eight

Sasuke's dark, ebony hair seemed to shine rather prettily under the glow of the noon sun, though he'd rather kill himself than ever admit that his hair was pretty. That was Neji's word, not his. But one thing he would call pretty was that adorable blond he could get out of his head. What was wrong with him? He knew he was gay…since all the girls at this school were either fan girls or…extreme fan girls. For a while actually, he had thought of himself as asexual, never finding the need to relieve himself of stress or anything. Of course, he had a lot of stress, but sexual stress? Never. In all his 18 years of living, he had never felt such a stirring in the lower half of his body. But now…he wasn't quite so sure.

For one, he had not seen that blond once since their encounter at the office and with Kakazu & Hidan. For all he knew, he might not have a single class with him.

…Why was he thinking of the blond at all? It wasn't as if he was of any importance. For the moment, all Sasuke needed to focus on was finding a fucking girl who was suitable wife-material. Which equaled out to no one. So now, he was in a Goldilocks position.

- Relieve pent-up sexual stress built up in one day

- Talk to the adorable, blond dobe

- Find a fucking wife who wasn't a girl, fan girl, or all of the above

He paused for a moment before adding:

- Oh—and one more thing:Get new shampoo so his hair doesn't shine rainbows like Neji Hyuuga's does

His father would never tolerate a gay in the family. More than likely, he would be booted out of the Uchiha Mansion with no second thoughts. Even Itachi, who still worked in the Uchiha Corporation as a manager would get more slack than himself. Sasuke had always had to work harder to get his fill of anything. Maybe that was why he felt so much hatred towards his brother. But, Uchiha's always had attitude problems, so we could blame anything really. Plus, you'd have to be a bloody magician to get the younger, more broody Uchiha to admit to such a blasphemy. Jealous of his brother? Pssht…that's a good one.

"Sasuke."

The called person didn't move from his post by the pristine white balcony. He recognized the voice; it was only Shikamaru Nara.

"Sasuke, the rest of the group is waiting for you so we can get to lunch. Remember Itachi-sama wants you to meet him for lunch today."

He shook his head ever-so-slightly, his raven locks being tossed gently into the wind.

"I will be out there in a moment. Please tell the others to wait in the limo."

Shikamaru hesitated, before setting his hand lightly on Sasuke's shoulder.

"You know, whenever you're ready to talk, the guys and I will be here to listen. Don't forget that. And don't worry so much." He dropped his awkward hand gesture and ambled away, leaving Sasuke still standing out there processing what he had said.

After a moment, Sasuke smiled; just faintly, but a smile nonetheless. Giving his head another slight shake, he followed the footsteps where Shikamaru had once walked back into the school.

For the moment, he would just go through today like any normal day.

Then, his expression darkened as he remembered.

Damn it to hell, he had a meeting with the devil today.

Lunch ended and another period started. Then another started…after another. Finally, it was 8th period, the final period of the day before study hall.

Naruto glanced down at his schedule as he checked the door number: Room C6, U.S. History. Yes, he was in the right place. So far, Ino had not been in any of his classes, leaving him to find the rooms by himself. And after ambling around, pestering strangers to show him the way, he had found his way through most of his classes.

Quietly, he pushed open the wooden door, just as the bell rang. He had been cutting it close all throughout the day so it had to be a complete miracle that he hadn't been late to any of his classes yet.

Peering inside, he realized that everyone was seated and eerily silent.

What the…?

He was still standing frozen when he felt a breeze raise the hairs on his neck. Barely concealing a squeal, he jumped and found himself face to face with a short woman with wild, black hair twisted in an even messier bun. She wore a long, tan trench-coat, deep purple eyes glittering with humor and annoyance. And curled up in her left hand was a yardstick.

Mitarashi Anko – probably the toughest, rudest…and most awesome teacher anyone had ever met. Though everyone was afraid of her, her wild demeanor made what would be seemingly boring history a really exciting subject. Obviously, she talked about wars…and knew awfully in-depth about the weapons that were used and how the bloody killings took place. She was…just a bit unstable. But, that made her well-suited for a history teacher, so Tsunade kept her. Also, Anko was a mighty heavy drinker like herself and had good taste in liquor, which was a bonus in the principal's book.

Anko leaned in, her breath being felt against Naruto's exposed shoulder (where his shirt had been slipping). Feeling utterly naked, he leaned back obviously not comfortable to the closeness of this new teacher. She gave him the fucking creeps.

Likewise, Anko smirked, licking her lips at the tasty, tinged feeling of fear looming around the blond.

"Finally showed up, did you? Well, listen very closely to me, maggot, because I don't care who the fuck your family name is or where the fuck you come from, but if you are ever late to my class again, you will have detention with me."

Naruto nodded, quite afraid for his life. He looked over, finally spotting his sister, who in turn gave him a bright smile with half-moon shut eyes, waving innocently. He shot her a quick glare as she momentarily shrugged at the teacher's lingering stare from behind him. Ano, but she was not going to get involved at her own expense.

He turned back to the teacher, clearing his throat.

"Er—yes, understood. I'm Naruto Uzumaki."

Anko's finger found its way to her tongue, wetting it ever-so-slightly.

"Hm, well maggot, take a seat. And when you address me, you may only call 'Ma'am or 'Mitarashi-sensei', understood?" He nodded. "Well, don't take a century, some of us ain't getting any younger. Go sit down!" Naruto nodded hastily as he scrambled to an available seat—which was the seat right in front of the teacher's desk. Oh, joy.

He sat down quickly, not wanting be the end-line of her wrath again. Her odd-purple eyes lingered on him as she slid into her own desk, pulling out the attendance sheet. They never left his as she went down the list of names. When she had finished, she slammed her yardstick against the whiteboard, startling almost everyone in the room.

"Alright, ya maggots. Turn to page 23 in your textbook—which I daresay you brought to class I should hope." There were a few nods around the room as they shuffled to open their books to the said page number. "Uzumaki!" He jumped at the sound of his name.

"Yes, Ma'am?"

"Do you have a book?"

"No, Ma'am."

"Well, get the hell to it! Share with the person next to you."

"Yes, Ma'am."

He turned to his right. He had on a tan trench-coat not unlike Anko's, but his had a collar that buttoned up to his nose. The lower half of his face was completely covered, and the top were shadowed by a pair of dark, circular frames. And Naruto could swear he had seen a bug climb into one of those sleeves.

"May a share a book with you?"

"No."

If Naruto was surprised at the response, he kept it to himself, as his expression gave nothing away. Instead, he just turned to his left, where a silent, red-haired man sat. It's the guy from earlier in the office. He had an unmistakable red kanji tattooed to the upper left of his forehead. Naruto mentally translated in his head. It meant 'love'. He had seen it in the office too, but had not had the time to translate it.

Before Naruto could even ask the question, the intercom sounded.

"Staff and students, we are having a drill for an 'indoor threat'. Please, teachers arrange for your students to hide accordingly. Repeat: we are having a drill for an 'indoor threat'."

Almost everyone started to get up, before Mitarashi-sensei slammed down her ruler. CRACK. The sound resounded around the still room, as she quickly began to yell.

"ALRIGHT, YA MAGGOTS. WE HAVE A FUCKING DRILL, SO LISTEN THE FUCK UP. EVERYONE WILL FILE INTO MY STORAGE ROOM, WHERE YA'LL BE STAYING STILL AND QUIET FOR THE NEXT 10 MINUTES. IF I CATCH ANYONE MESSING AROUND, THEY WILL HAVE TO DEAL WITH ME. IS THAT CLEAR?" Heads bobbed from around the room as they filed into the storage room. She slammed the ruler again and spoke in a demanding voice, "I said 'IS THAT CLEAR'?"

The room resounded with a, "Yes, Ma'am," in almost perfect synchrony. One row at a time, Anko administrated for the kids to file into her tiny storage room that was already crammed with scrolls and brushes, along with maps and other sorts of miscellaneous items.

Naruto was soon called along with the rest of his row to run along into the closet, which was already ¾ the way full. Kids were crammed inside, some sitting and others standing, trying to preserve some personal space. The blond himself stood quietly among the others, as the rest of the group pushed their way in. Finally, everyone was inside, Anko herself standing at the door and shutting it closed. At the very last moment, she turned to meet every one of the eyes in the closet with her.

If any of you fuck this up, I will fuck you up so bad, you won't be able to breathe.

Likewise, no one commented the least when she finally shut the light. Darkness ensured the small closet as the breathing of the kids seemed to enhance.

Naruto felt a tickle by his neck, like the one he had felt before. Only, this time when he turned to look, he only saw pale, sea green eyes. They were staring at him so intensely; he felt the need to catch his breath. Squinting in the dark, he could almost see the faint trace of the red kanji on the man's forehead. He was one of the Four Aristocrats.

He gazed back at the eyes, staring into the bleak abyss. So suddenly, that he almost missed it, Naruto felt a slight tugging on his chest. The feeling crawled through him like a caterpillar inching its way up a branch. His heartbeat seemed to beat twice as fast. What was happening to him?

Then, he saw it. The deep, lingering shadow of loneliness under the intensely lined green eyes. It felt like it was suffocating the blond, pulling him under the water. He had seen the look of desperation before…in his own eyes. They had the same eyes. The same, sad, lonely eyes that had experienced the toughest the earth ever had to offer. The cruelty that life seemed to only give to those specially hand-picked. Ones that had sunk so low to feel the sorrow of losing loved ones and bitterness of losing friendship. It was like looking into a mirror.

The same eyes; same sorrow; same loneliness.

For what seemed like eternity, the light began to flicker back on, as the green eyes were torn from his own. Being brought back to the present was like a breath of fresh air. People began to file out as Anko seemed to be rapidly talking. But Naruto heard none of this, as he was still reveling on the shard of glass he had found.

Who was the red-headed man whose eyes were just like his?

Finally, school ended, making the blond almost leap for joy. The bell had rung as the mad dash to the lockers was aroused. Feeling rather amused at his surroundings, he didn't notice the dark-haired man speculating his moves closely or the entertained smirk that appeared on the man's face as he watched the oblivious blond skip a little in his step.

Upon reaching the exit of the school, he felt the momentum a force having him ready to face plant into the floor. But, instead of feeling the hard, cool ground in his face, he felt…nothing. In actuality, he felt two strong arms attached around his waist, catching him from his fall. Finally jerking in realization, he quickly jumped out of the arms as pink highlighted his cheekbones.

"Arigato, stranger-san. That would have hurt had the fall taken place. Thank you." He finally chanced a look at the stranger that had caught, before realizing with a jerking force that he had seen the man before. The man had long, brown hair, a chiseled handsome face and a slim, built body. He held a rather compelling presence, but the mood was slightly deterred by the gentle smile upon the man's face.

"You're very welcome. May I ask, what is your name?"

Naruto resisted an eye-roll. He had been asked this question so many times, it wasn't even funny. But now was not the time to be disrespectful. This man just seemed to demand politeness.

"I am Uzumaki Naruto."

"Well, Naruto-kun, my name is Hyuuga Neji."

Ah yes, Naruto's memory was jogged, "One of the Stuck-up Four. Hyuuga Neji…the ones whose eyes so closely represent H…No, he would not dare think of her right now! Not at a time like this.

"Arigato, Hyuuga-san."

He turned to leave when a sudden hand stopped him. Naruto was turned back around in a half spin as he faced those pale, lavender eyes bitterly again. How they reminded him so much of her! But…he had sworn not to think of that. Never again, as long as she was kept safe.

"Wait…Naruto-kun. Would you, possibly have the time to have lunch with me tomorrow?"

Naruto thought about it a little, puzzled at such a question. According to the pinkette, the Four Aristocrats never sat with anyone other than themselves. They always went out to eat, even though they had an entire table reserved for them. Apparently the cafeteria food was not good enough for such high status men. Naruto snorted, right.

"I'll have to get back to you tomorrow. Ano, but I have to be going, sempai. See you tomorrow!"

Naruto waved as he stepped out, just to bump into another person. However, this person was none other than Kiba—whose back was turned to the blond. He seemed to be arguing with the guy in the trench coat that Naruto had sat next to earlier in U.S. History. The same guy that refused to share his history text book.

Kiba turned around at the shove, face ready to yell at whoever was clumsy enough to bump into him. Seeing as it was only Naruto, his expression simmered, before flaring up again.

"Naruto! Where were you? I've been looking everywhere for you! We have fucking detention, did you forget?"

Naruto's eyes widened. Detention? Oh shit, he had completely forgotten!

Kiba watched the surprised expression and laughed.

"Oh god, you did forget didn't you? Man…you are such scatterbrain."

Of course, being Naruto, the blond protested loudly, only to be overrun by Kiba who had turned back to the silent bug boy, his expression turning annoyed.

"Shino, please! Let me borrow your jacket! You know my mum; she's going to have a damn fit if she sees me like this! I'll return it to you later tonight, since the Aburame B.U.G. Source is going to be there at my sister's presentation tonight! C'mon, man? I'll give it back, I promise!"

Shino seemed to be emitting an aggravated aura around him. His dark-tinted glasses glinted off the school lights as he shook his head firmly.

"No," His voice was as low as the time Naruto spoke to him. Very creepy, the blond finally decided. "It's not the 'returning' part I'm anxious about. But, unlike your family, I don't care for dogs, nor their nasty hair that gets caught on clothing."

"Please Shino! I really need it! You keep so many jackets in your locker, it's not even funny. You won't miss one! Plus, my house is not nasty, nor are the dogs!"

"Kiba, the Inuzuka DOG Core is just like any other dog training school. Just because it's famous and held at your house does not mean it is any cleaner. That is why bugs are so much nicer. They're small and clean."

Kiba gave a sour expression, turning his face away from the stubborn Aburame. Naruto, who had stayed quiet until now, added in.

"Kiba, if you want, you can borrow my jacket. I have an extra set in my gym locker that I'd brought today. Just remember to return it to me tomorrow."

The dog-boy instantly brightened; his mood radiant once more.

"Really, Naru-chan? Ah, that would be AWESOME! I love you, you know…unlike a certain somebody…" He turned to glare at the silent man standing behind him, whose expression Naruto could not make out from under the getup.

Naruto just laughed.

"Well, we've only known each other for a day…"

Kiba waved it off.

"Naah, it feels like eternity."

"Right, but don't we have detention to get to?"

Kiba's joyous expression seemed to slide right off his face. Naruto wanted to burst out laughing…so he did.

"Oh shit. I completely forgot."

"Now who's the forgetful one?" Naruto teased from the side as Kiba gathered his things together.

"Still you, no matter what you say to contradict that. Well, we should probably skedaddle. Shino, I hate you. I hope you know that." With that parting statement, he left, leaving Naruto standing there, bowing apologetically.

"Sorry about him. He's just…Kiba, you know?" Naruto laughed awkwardly as he inched away. Shino had turned silent like a statue again. It was just so creepy.

He quickly turned around and ran after Kiba when the man gave no indication that he had even heard Naruto. Kiba had slowed to a moderate speed, obviously waiting for Naruto to catch up. When the blond did, Kiba began talking at a high rate.

"Ya, that dude Shino, he's such a bastard. He's part of our little group too, but he has a different lunch schedule, so that's why you didn't see him today. He's, like, so damn silent all the fucking time. Hm, that's probably why I talk to him so much. It seems to annoy him."

Naruto rolled his eyes.

"Your obsessive talking annoys a lot of people, Kiba. If you ever shut the fuck up, we'd all probably be looking for a damned apocalypse."

Kiba didn't even look hurt. He just kept talking as if he hadn't even heard Naruto. Which he probably hadn't at the rate he was talking at. Naruto just blinked a couple of times. Was this kid on a goddamn sugar rush or something?

"—and you know what Sakura said? That I was, quote: 'Dancing around like a fucking koala bear with pine needles sticking out of my ass'. I mean, how the fuck do I look like a koala bear? Where the hell does that chick get her vocabulary from, anyways? She's so goddamn pink; it's hard to imagine that anything at all could manage not to reflect off her. I bet she even has a pink dictionary. Maybe that's why she can absorb everything—they're the same color as her! And—"

"We're here Kiba. So would you just do me a favor and shut the fuck up? What did you have in your lunch?"

Kiba looked at him oddly.

"What do you mean?"

Naruto turned away, shaking his head. You mean, he didn't even know he was doing it?

"Nothing." He pushed through the door, into an empty room. What the hell?

Kiba sniffed the air.

"Hm, he's not here."

"No shit Sherlock. You're a real detective."

"Why thank you, Naru-chan. I pride myself in being one. And what I meant was, Kakashi-sensei not here because he's always late."

"You mean, we showed up to a detention, in which the teacher himself is not present?"

Kiba shrugged.

"I guess, if you put it that way. But don't try to sneak out, since for some reason, he always appears when anyone tries to escape."