a/n: Yo, sorry about not keeping up with the promise of a weekly update after only the first chapter. A lot of crap you're not here to read about happened and this story flew to the back of my mind- but its back! And it just won't go away dammit so expect me to keep up with the promise now. Also, like in the first chapter, when I edit a story, I will date it for you. I'm planning to edit the first chapter a second time, but only for grammar and spelling mistakes.
Is it just me or have you guys nobody updated their Naruto fics since the manga ended? Anyway, I'm gonna break that curse c:
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'Todays the day! I love both of my best friends, but the way I see it, it would be best to try asking out Sakura since nobody is really even sure if Sasuke has sexuality, let alone has an interest in guys. I'm really nervous, but I want to go into high school with her hand in mine. Well, school started about an hour ago, I'll let you know what happened. Later~
Sincerely,
Naruto'
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I slammed the book shut to avoid reading the next entry. For the last 3 days, all I did was read all my old journals and order pizza. Jiraiya already left and gave me a card saying he's going to keep filling it up for the next 5 months before I'm cut off, so I have to get a job before then; however, I was promised as long as I live here, my rent will be paid. I already got dressed and everything for school today, but I got stuck reading my journals again. My mom convinced me to start writing them in the second grade up until the final entry in the eighth grade.
Standing up I walked over to the fridge, and took out a bottle of water. I grabbed my backpack and stood in front of a large mirror. I wore gray skinny jeans and a black V-neck, and my blonde hair looked nice and messy today. I looked simple- hopefully I won't be recognized. My skin looked pale today, but that can be passed off as being nervous. "It's the very first day of the rest of your life Naruto, lets kick it off to a good start," I said to myself. I always say that to myself.
I left my apartment and began heading down the street towards Konoha High School. Immediately buildings began to seem really familiar and even a few of the faces I passed. This place is strange to explain to anyone who's never been here: It busy like a huge city, but small, unprogressive, and slightly backwards like a town out in the sticks somewhere. About a block down from the school, I came into view of my all-time favorite ramen place, 'Ichiraku Ramen.' I marched right in and plopped down onto my old favorite seat. "Hello, welcome to Ichiraku Ramen! What wo- Naruto?"
I flashed a wide grin. If anybody remembered me, I'm glad it's the old man. "Hey Ichiraku! It's nice to see you again!" He reached an arm over the counter and tossed my hair around with his hand.
"No kidding! It really is you! What have you been up to these past- oh, what was it? Two or three years?"
"Three. I've been on the road with my grandfather, but I had to move back here," I responded. Ichiraku returned a somewhat somber look- he was someone I used to vent to when I needed an adults advice, so he understands my issues with being in the town. "But enough of that! How about some Ramen old man!"
He smiled. "Hai." Without even taking my order, he began preparing a Miso-Pork Ramen for me. I took a pair of chopsticks and began playing with them, so I didn't notice somebody come in and sit down right next to me.
"Yo, can I get a Miso-Pork?" Said the man next to me.
"One Miso-Pork coming up!"
I couldn't help but sneak several looks at the man who sat next to me. His skin was rather tanned with messing brown hair. He wore a red flannel and black pants as well as a black beanie that he had sat on the table upon entering. He was pretty muscular but not so much so that it became gross. Overall, he seemed really attractive… from a side glance; what really intrigued me were the red tattoos on his cheeks. Something about them was familiar. They almost resembled fangs but I didn't want to ask- I think he noticed me looking at him.
"Here you are Naru-Chan." I took the bowl from Ichiraku and immediately started to eat, forgetting the person next to me.
"Naru-Chan? Would that name happen to be Naruto?" Came a deep voice from beside me.
I stopped all movement with a mouthful of Ramen and Pork. Turning to the speaker I responded "yes." I got a better look at the guys face this time. I couldn't look away from his eyes, they were big and brown…, just like- I coughed and I'm pretty sure a noodle shot out of my nose all the way into the kitchen. "H-h-hey Kiba."
He looked at me with an expression of pure shock and disbelief. "Wow, how are you, where have you been?"
I looked down and started using my chopsticks to play with my food. "I uhmm.., I've been around. Heh heh. What about you?"
"You've been around!? You've been gone for the past three years; people even thought you died Naruto!"
I scoffed, "Like anyone would care if I did anyway-"
"You know that's not true," he cut me off. I looked back up at him and he looked upset. "It could've been nice to at least know you were okay."
"I wasn't okay. Not even before I left, and you know that's true," I stated. After my last couple days here, people must have thought I was crazy.
"Then why did you come back? If it was so bad why didn't you ever ask me for help or try talking to me?"
I hate when people ask me that question. "Why didn't you ask me when you needed it?" Hopefully he'll think about it more carefully now.
"What are you talking about?"
"You know what I'm talking about idiot." There was an awkward silence. Ichiraku must've left the room to give us privacy, because Kibas bowl was in front of him, but the old man was gone.
"Naruto, I'm just glad you're back." He shot his trademark toothy grin.
A warm felling pervaded my stomach when he smiled. Kiba has always had good intentions besides being unnecessary or rude at times. "So are you going to Konoha High now?" I nodded in response. "Hell, we never do anything on the first day of school, you wanna go do something else?"
"You mean ditch school? Kiba I can't do that."
"Do you really want to have to see everyone today?"
"I don't have much of a choice." My heart started to race. "Its best if I just get it out of the way today."
Kiba understood and began wolfing down his ramen, then I followed doing the same. Somehow Kiba finished before I did and we both stood up and paid for our meal. "Well how about I take you to school. I came here in my truck and there aren't many people at the student parking lot." I thought about it for a second, but before I could say 'sure,' Kiba mumbled something like "whatever" and took my wrist. I'm not good with car models and years, so all I could say is he owns a blue two-door Dodge Ram. He opened the passenger door and I literally had to jump inside.
Seeing as Ichiraku Ramen was just down the street we didn't really talk. I couldn't take my eyes off of him for longer than a second. Kiba looked so different than what he used to look like. He was cute back then, but he's like a damn model now.
"See something you like?" he asked sarcastically. I turned red and looked out the window
"Don't flatter yourself, I-I just haven't seen you in a while." I started to get overheated and uncomfortable. People here just don't look that hot, what's wrong with this guy!
"Well here's the school. Make sure not to stare at people too much, they'll think you have a staring problem."
I snorted, "If anything, people here have a staring problem."
"It's not a problem if you give them a reason to stare." I furrowed my eyebrows and gave him a confused look. "Nobody can help how much cuter you got over the years." He pinched my cheek before I slapped his hand away. "Now, get your ass out of my car, we got a whole day ahead of us kit'."
There he goes with my old nickname already. I stared at the school and my heart started to race. I hope I'm really ready for this. I placed my clammy hand on my bag and stepped (more like hopped) out of the vehicle…