Hey there! I know its been a long time, but I finally have chapter 2 finished! Okay so the reason it took so long is because I have had a lot going on for me. My college classes are really time consuming (and demanding) with tons of projects due and assignments in between. Though I must confess, for a while I did lose my passion for this fandom and this story in particular so I wasn't sure whether I'd actually be able to complete it or not! Well not to worry, as soon as my finals week is over (which should be tomorrow) I will have chapter three in progress. Now about this chapter, I started it a couple of months after chapter one so you can imagine how the amount time it has been since I was writing it. That time I only wrote 2 1/2 pages and it was until this past weekend that I finished it. What caused me to finish this chapter and spark my inspiration for this story was the rainy weather down here. It was so horrible that it took out my internet connection for 6 days, and in that time (between finshing garments for class) I wrote the rest of this chapter and fixed errors made it. I also have fixed the errors in chapter one and intend to post it up as soon as possible.
So I hope you enjoy the long awaited chapter two! (Written in Naruto's point of view this time)
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor do I claim to own him. Sasuke would kill me.
"Will You Be My Sky?"
Chapter 2: Naruto
Our story huh? I didn't really think there was an "our" for this type of tale. Considering it is technically about me. And a bit of Sasuke who was just trying to fit in at Konoha Leaf High. I must admit I felt sorry for the bastard; he had such a hard time.
Not even the girls liked him. In fact the whole school ostracized his bastardly Sasuke-ness. Poor kid followed me around like sick puppy with no one to turn to. Believe it!
What? Don't think I'm telling the truth? Oh fine, I'll tell you what happened after Iruka nearly deprived me of my precious ramen! (sob)
Okay fine, so I lied about everyone hating him; it was the other way around (for Christ's sake! All the girls were crazy about him!).
So I led Sasuke around, to class and to lunch. Where he met the gang, or should I say the group of people I associate myself with.
First one to name would have to be Gaara, because he was my first real friend when I first came to the U.S. You see, most of my life I lived in Japan at the orphanage. Then luck came around and Iruka-sensei adopted me! I remember the day I met him, I was only 3 years old. A year after my parents left me.
To be candid, I really don't like talking about that part of my past. But I will finish my story about my dad and me. Iruka-sensei was best friends with my mom when they were in high school and college, so in a sense he was my godfather. Ever since my parents disappeared, Iruka used show up now and then to visit me at that hellhole of an orphanage.
I was about 8 when Iruka-sensei finally adopted me, just like he promised. The reason it took him so long to adopt me was because of the fact that he was studying abroad so he only came back to Japan a few times a year. When he finally adopted me was when he finished his education and he had enough money to afford me (he got his doctorate in the English language and literature). I was really happy that day, and I recall Iruka buying me my first bowl (or 2) of miso pork ramen.
For a while dad taught at my elementary school (he taught English), though I wasn't exactly happy. Mainly because the kids used to tease me about my vibrant blonde hair and my abnormal blue eyes, for a while it got to me.
Just because everyone else had icky black hair and icky black eyes, it got to the point where I wanted that normalcy.
Anyways back to the story, I can't believe I got off track like that! Heh silly me.
A few tips about Gaara, he's an insomniac, he likes dark make up for some reason, he's slightly possessive of me for unknown reasons, he doesn't like to socialize and he has bright red hair. He claims that his hair is 100% natural, but you never know. Strange, that someone like me is friends with him. To be honest I don't understand it either, but we just have this mutual acceptance between us; we are very similar after all. But those similarities will be explained much later.
Next is the smart ass Shikamaru, he is one enigma that I can't seem to solve. The guy falls asleep in every class, yet he makes a whopping 4.7 GPA (weighted). I just don't get it, it's like he just learns the lesson in his sleep! I'm not even sure if he actually does homework considering how lazy the guy is. Everything with him "troublesome this" and "troublesome that".
Then there's canine-like Kiba who is always hiding his little puppy Akamaru in his jacket during the school hours. And everyday he swears that little dog of his will grow to be the biggest dog in his home. Pfft, like that will ever happen. Akamaru was the runt of the litter and the only reason Kiba got to keep it was because he begged his mom not to put it to sleep. FYI, Kiba's mom is a vet so that should give you a little insight of what his home life is like. Because if you're thinking that it's like a jungle, well you are correct; because it pretty much is one. Animals running around here and there and the majority of the animals are dogs. As if you couldn't figure that one out.
Hm. Can you imagine the look on the bastard's face when Kiba took out Akamaru from his hoodie? It was priceless! He looked like he had just been hitlered! (1)
"What the hell is that thing?" The Uchiha heir questioned as he scrunched his face in disgust.
"Chill out ice princess, its only Kiba's runt, Akamaru." I said as I struggled to contain my laughter at the sight of his constipated face.
Kiba balled his hand into a fist as he and Akamaru growled at both Saucegay and me. "Akamaru isn't a thing, and he isn't a runt!" Meanwhile Gaara and Shika just sighed; after all dealing with Kiba's antics was almost a daily occurrence.
"Whoa down boy. If you're good I'll give you treat." I nonchalantly said to Kiba as I playfully mussed his dark brown hair as I gave a 'sit boy!' command which landed me a nice blow to the face a few seconds later.
"Geez. I was only messing with ya. You didn't have to clobber me with your insane paws." I retorted as I consolingly rubbed the side of my beautiful face. "You might've scarred my gorgeous face…" I mumbled as an afterthought. Seriously, I have enough scars on my face as it is, don't need any more.
"You're right. I didn't have to… But I wanted to, and it felt good." Dog breath said to me as he gave me hand to sit back down at the table. And with that his runt gave a cute 'arf!', only causing the lazy boy to sigh as he placed his head on the table. He apparently finished his lunch and already was nodding off to sleep.
As usual, the emo prick let out a monosyllabic phrase as he delicately ate his sandwich, with his delicately thin and long fingers holding the sandwich in a napkin, and nibbling on it with his delicate set of pricky lips. Honestly, the way he ate that thing seemed so… elegant and it was as if it was a frikken art. I am sure that if there were competitions on how to eat a sandwich like a total smug rich bastard, he would win. Ugh, just the sight of him sipping (and I mean sipping) his water made me sick. Seriously, what kind of guy sips a bottle of water as if he were sipping a cup of English Tea with the Queen of England? It's just pure… fruity weirdness. Yes, fruity weirdness is the right description for this guy. It has got to be illegal for a guy to eat that way.
The way his lips slightly part open before each bite, and the way those same lips wrap around the article of food as he attacks it nimbly; without a mess in sight. It really made me wonder how he would use those same lips to-
My train of thought disassembled as my forehead was flicked gruffly by Kiba making me realize that this whole time I had been staring at the ice prince. Not to mention I had absent-mindedly stopped eating and still had a whole peanut butter and jelly sandwich to consume.
"Yo, Uzumaki! Snap out of it! Lunch is almost over." The canine-like fellow exclaimed as he, Shikamaru, and Gaara began to gather their things. I shook my head in a struggle to clear the vile thoughts that had come to mind previously; and I quickly shoveled my sandwich in my mouth, causing Sasuke to flinch in disgust.
"Tch. Has anyone ever taught you any manners? You are more barbaric than I imagined dobe." The Uchiha declared with his usual arrogant tone as he put his arms through the straps of his book bag. At hearing this, well it's pretty obvious that I got mad. After all, who wouldn't get mad at being called a barbarian! Not to mention at that moment, all my friends ran off to class, noticing my anger boil within me.
"Excuse me? Just because I don't eat like a prissy little ice princess, does not make me a barbarian! You have no ri-" Gah, just as always that asshole interrupts me.
"Are you done screeching? Because if I recall, we have a class to go to; and if there's one thing I dislike, its being tardy." He stated sharply as he stood up, turning his back to me before adding on. "Tardy or not, you should be careful when shoving food down your throat like that, you could choke."
Clearly that last statement left me in shock, I mean; since when did the bastard care whether I choked or not? I grabbed my bag in a daze and gulped my strawberry milk as I got out of the seat.
"Any day would be nice dobe." The dark haired teen said with an annoyed sigh as he began walking towards the entrance to the circular hallways.
"I do not appreciate being called that by you! And teme wait up! It wouldn't hurt to be a little patient y'know!" I shouted out to him as I jogged a bit to catch up to him. "Besides you don't even know where-" God, he just loves cutting off my sentences. Seriously it's like he gets a kick out of it.
"Like what you see?" Saucegay asked with that egotistical tone of his, ugh that sentence was dripping with his conceit; you could practically hear that smirk on his bastardly porcelain face.
"W-what are you talking about?" I answered, deciding on playing the 'dumb blonde' card because I knew he was referring to me staring at him during lunch.
"Dumbass quit playing dumb with me, I know you're blond but you're not that stupid. It was obvious that you were staring." He said bluntly, as if seeing right through me.
My mouth went dry, and I could not find the right words to say. Luckily I had noticed that we were approaching the classroom, who knew going to class could save my life?
"Um. W-Well what do you know, we should hurry because class is about to start!" I exclaimed before sprinting off to the classroom as my cheeks began to burn up. Meanwhile Sasuke sauntered in behind me, irritated that I had evaded his question.
My heart thumped wildly as I took my seat in the back and swiftly buried my face in my arms. What was wrong with me? What was I feeling? And why was it that only Sasuke could spark this uneasy anxious feeling within me?
Luckily the dark haired teen placed himself in the front of the classroom and not next to me.
Suddenly, I felt a jolt in my pocket as my cell phone began to vibrate. I hastily pulled out my phone and opened the text message, it was from Shikamaru. Who by the way sat on the other side of the room, so the only way of contact during class was through texting.
What's wrong?
It was evident he noticed my behavior when I came in, though as much as I wanted to tell him all the things that were going through my mind, I was nervous. Not because I was afraid of his opinion, but because I honestly had no idea how to explain it all.
I don't know. Were the simple three words I sent in reply to his inquiry; after all, it was the truth.
Just what were my real feelings for Sasuke? I thought I hated him; for his looks, his wealth, and everything that made him who he is.
Now was the time to re-think it all; why did I hate him? After several minutes of thought, I had found that I had no reason for this hatred. After all, I only just met him recently so I don't know him that well. At this point I had avoided Shika's reply to my text, too deep in this rumination.
I don't know him.
Thus the dawn of realization came upon me; I had no right to judge him. After all it was like I thought, I can't hate him if I don't even know what type of person he is, his favorite color, or what his hopes for the future are.
By the time the bell rang, I had found my answer; Sasuke Uchiha intrigued me. And at that moment, when I stood up to pick up my bag; I decided and vowed that I would become a true friend to him.
Well we could still be rivals, I mean it wouldn't have been fun if we just became all super buddy-buddy without any competition.
Just as Sasuke walked out of the classroom, I chased after him. "Sasuke, wait!" Of course being the jerk he is, he kept on walking. "God dammit you bastard, wait for me!" I yelled as I caught up, grabbing his wrist to slow him down.
"And just what do you want?" He snapped, apparently still annoyed with my evading of his question before.
With a pant I stood up straight and looked him in the eye. "I'm sorry." I stated with sincerity.
"Sorry for what?" The Uchiha questioned with interest as we stopped walking.
"I judged you and hated you without even knowing who you truly are. I had no right to judge you; after all I hate being judged by people who don't even know me." I stated as I let go of the other teen's wrist before adding on. "I want to be your friend."
At hearing my apology, the jerk began to chuckle. Can you believe it? Chuckle! As if it was the funniest thing ever! Though it was the first time I had ever heard him laugh, the sound of it was… nice. A deep sound rumbled from his throat while what resonated sounded oddly musical.
"W-what's so funny?" I asked as I felt a twinge of irritation until he finally stopped chuckling, leaving that lame smirk upon his lips.
"Nothing. It's just; I don't think I've had a good laugh in a long time." Sasuke replied as we both started to walk towards class again. "In fact, I too had misjudged you. You proved me wrong, when I noticed that you actually use your brain." He added on as I felt my eye twitch in anger towards his statement. "And for that, I…. too am sorry." He bluntly said as we neared the classroom.
Before I even stepped one foot in the classroom, he grabbed my shoulder and stopped me. "Wait. Was what you said before true? Do you really want to be my friend?" He asked with this strange positive tone that I had never thought he could have.
I ran my fingers through my blond locks as I turned around to face him. "Yes!" I replied exuberantly with one of my famous million dollar grins. "But don't think that we still can't have any competitions between us." I added as I playfully punched his arm.
"I would not have it any other way." The Uchiha answered as he removed his hand from my shoulder and placed it before me to shake. "Friends." Although this was what I wanted, I could not help but feel an ache in my heart; as if I wanted more than that. Abruptly I shook those thoughts away as I placed my hand within his to shake on our truce. But the thoughts came back as I felt an odd spark the moment my hand touched his.
I wasn't sure if he felt it as well; but even after we shook, his hand continued to hold mine as his dark eyes stared within mine in awe.
His touch felt familiar, as though we had held hands before; and despite the fact that I called him the 'ice prince', his touch was nevertheless warm. Like the missing piece to the puzzle of my soul had been completed. I became even more befuddled than before, I was not sure whether to retract my hand when my heart told me to hold on to that warmth.
After what seemed like an eternity, Sasuke withdrew his hand, breaking the reverie that we both were caught in once he realized that we were nearly late for class; even though we were just outside the door. Sasuke walked in first, and I trailed behind finding seats in the back of classroom.
Sitting in the back was constantly a habit of mine, stems from my school days when I was still living in Japan. I was always frightened of standing out, so I would always sit in the back; even when I moved I continued the habit. Not to mention that this class was Human Anatomy & Physiology with Ms. Anko, and she loved to pick on people who stood out the most. So sitting in the back was preferred even more for me. But what surprised me was that even the bastard was sitting in the back! Just as I turned my head to ask him what was wrong I noticed his lips pursed into a sneer.
I kept wondering what caused his face to contort in such a manner that it suddenly clicked; Sasuke hated women. Did not matter what type or how old, he hated them. I quickly turned my head to face the board and felt a mischievous idea come to me.
One way or another, I would find out why Sasuke hated women and I would try to cure him of his phobia.
Even if it meant I had to invade his personal space… Well not me, but another me.
After school was over (because I don't think it's necessary to go over the last class of the day; which was American History with Kakashi Hatake, who just gets a kick out of hitting on my dad.), the teme and I walked to the student parking lot.
"So how would you describe your first day of school here?" I asked curiously as I put my hands in my pockets.
"Interesting; a day where I experienced the unordinary." Sasuke replied as he dug into his pocket for his car keys. "There were things that could never happen at my last high school."
Even though I had a feeling I knew what he really meant by that statement, I decided to play it off. "Like what?"
"Everything. I never knew that a public school could be this different from a private school." The dark haired teen said as he leaned against his car. "And then there's…" He began, but did not finish.
"And then there's what Sasuke?" I asked as I felt the hot sun begin to beat down on me. We had an inside campus, so we did not exactly feel the Florida PMS weather all day until school was out and we got outside. And boy, was it a scorcher!
"Nevermind. I should get going; my older brother might worry if I don't get home." The bastard said with a cold tone in his voice. At first I thought he was ticked that I was nosy, but I later learned that he just really despised his brother.
"Teme wait!" I exclaimed as he opened his door. Y'know I always seem to try to get him before doors (or vice versa). I guess we've always had a subconscious door/doorframe fetish thing. "Are you doing anything this weekend?"
"No. Probably doing homework. Why?" He answered casually while mussing his chocobo butt hair.
"Let's hang out." I flat out suggested. "I'll show you around the area, we get to know each other, and we'll even work on that partner work for my dad's class. So what'd ya say?" And of course little did he know that this was kind of part of my devious plan.
"Hn." After a couple of minutes he nodded his head in reply and got in his car. But of course before he could even leave I needed one last thing from him.
"Hey give me your cell phone." I curtly demanded with my hand outstretched.
"What for?" The Uchiha asked as he placed it in my hand. Once it was in my hands, I began to snicker evilly.
"You'll seeeee." I responded with an impish grin as I dialed in my number to add myself to his small list of contacts. Once I saved, I clicked it and began to call myself causing said teme to raise a girly thin eyebrow.
"There. Now you have my number, and I have yours!" I shouted with glee as I handed his phone back to him. "Now don't hesitate to call!"
"Thanks." He quickly answered as he closed his door, turned on the engine and drove off.
'Now it's time to start planning the plan!' I thought as I pulled out my phone to check that text Shika sent me earlier.
Whatever it is, don't be afraid to feel what you feel. Was all that he said, I did not quite understand what he meant by it; but somehow I felt like he knew something beyond what I hadn't found out yet.
Without answering it, I closed my phone and just walked over to my car. That statement burned into my mind; I concluded that phase 1 of the pre-planning stage could wait until I got home.
Eventually I would learn the meaning of that phrase and welcome the new feelings ignited by that bastard, Sasuke Uchiha.
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(1): If you've seen that South Park episode where they go to Aspen, then you'll know what I mean. for those who don't...watch South Park. lmao.