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Naruto sighed heavily with a bowed head. He had run throw the whole school, outside and inside, lost himself on the floors and still didn't get even one single photo. How should he anyway? The school was empty, he didn't see a person or an animal, simply nothing to take a photo of. Yes, there was a panorama outside, but it was no challenge to the photos in the club-room. And it wasn't necessary to mention that the time was almost up as well.

"So that's it... … Fucking shit!!" he cursed and pressed his eyelids together. He was already at the right floor, because there were some pictures on the walls from the Drawing-Club. Well, he considered them to be from the Drawing-Club because they were painted and there was a small emblem on mostly all of them. A little emblem, probably of the drawer himself.

The Uzumaki sighed and kept walking when he heard a low noise. He stopped and turned around, listening and trying to find the reason for the noise. "A mobile-phone ring-tone...?" he whispered to himself and walked to a slightly open door. He pushed it open completely, trying to not make more noise. He looked inside and found himself in the room of the Drawing-Club, seeing the hand-made pictures on the walls, smelling paint and noticing all the brushes and the tripods in it. The sun didn't shine directly into the room so that it was a little shady.

The blond turned his head and found the mobile. It was on a table and buzzed playing its song. But it wasn't the phone which caught the lad's attention, but it's owner.

He was standing in front of an almost finished painting, a brush in one hand and a colourful palette in the other one. He looked, no, stared at the dark picture while his face was hard like a rock, taking full attention to his work. He even ignored or didn't hear his phone ringing but kept taking some paint and putting it on the painting on the tripod. He had pulled up his sleeves and had some colour on his wrists and arms. Naruto could see that the dark-haired lad was drawing a violent picture, he could see a male person with white hair and pale skin and blood all over his body and claws around his neck, which probably harmed the man and were now suffocating him. And all the time he could see the drawer's face, cold and hard, pale with dark, endless eyes.

The Uzumaki would have never thought that Sasuke was such a... … genius. That he was a brilliant, talented artist.

And before he could even think Naruto lifted his camera without noticing it and a low 'klick' came from the small thing in his hands.

Suddenly the raven stopped and the blond swallowed, jumping behind the door as fast as he could. Cold sweat dropped from his chin and he prayed the other didn't see him.

"Who allowed you to peep or even take a photo of me, dobe?" the Uchiha hissed and the Uzumaki's heart stopped beating. Fuck. Now failing the examination was his lastproblem. Surviving seemed to be harder right now. He took a deep breath, ready to try talking himself out of the problem, but then he heard the other's voice again. "Go away, now. I am to busy caring for a stupid, troublesome idiot like you." he said and Naruto was up to fight back, but pressed one hand over his mouth. He could call himself lucky that he was still in one piece and breathing, so he just headed the Photo-Club without leaving a commend.

Sasuke looked over his shoulder, hearing the footsteps getting farer and farer. He took a deep breath before he let down the brush and the palette and lifted his mobile-phone.
"What is it, Aniki?"

Naruto was sitting nervously on his chair, looking from the ground to the door to the black room and back. Neji was sitting in front of him, staring at him with his bright eyes. And finally Tenten, the brunette girl, came out of the black room with the envolved photo in her hands. But she didn't look satisfied, no, somehow she even narrowed her eyes and stared at the sheet in her hands like it was a joke. A really bad one. She didn't even glance at the blond boy but headed the other brunette, showing him the photo with a suspect expression on her face.

Neji took the photo, gave it a glance and his face became hard as well and he asked, "A fake?" Tenten shook her head.

"It is impossible to touch up the picture before involving it." she explained and Neji only narrowed his eyes. He stared at the photo, eyeing it from every side before he muttered something.

"... Something wrong?" Naruto asked, trying to start a conversation. He disliked the heavy silence in the room.

"First tell me how the fuck you took this one." the brunette lad hissed and throw the photo in front of the blond. The Uzumaki blinked confused, graped the photo and looked at it. He gasped lowly, feeling the same excitement as before, when he saw the raven using his brush and concentrating on his paitment.

Naruto lowly breathed, "I heard the mobile-phone and then... … Just took it..." He still stared at the photo, it was much better than he expected it to be. Now he even noticed that Sasuke had some paint on his cheek as well. He giggled quietly. So the bastard was messy at work...

"Are you saying you took it in occasion?! That it was a lucky coincedence?!!" Neji yelled and stood up noisely. The blond jumped back and fell backwards with his chair, gasping out in wonder.

"I-I swear I just took it! I was lucky, believe it!!" he tried to defend himself. "W-what's the matter anyway?" he asked confused, seeing the furious brunette in front of him walking up and down.

"What the matter is?!" Neji repeated, still upset, "The matter is, Naruto Uzumaki, that in the two years I know Uchiha I got such a photo of him once. Once in two years!" The blond youth sat up, rising an eyebrow and watching the brunette sitting down in a chair. That guy was definitely done.

After a while Naruto asked, "Uhm... You don't like it?" Neji didn't answer, just stood up again and walked out of the door, leaving the confused lad behind on the floor.

Naruto stared at the door, feeling himself, well, like a fool. What on earth was wrong with that freak? He just took an – in his eyes – awesome photo and that guy jerked out and left him. He shook his head and heard footsteps getting closer. He turned his head and saw the brunette girl. He really forgot that she was there.

She reached his hand and helped him standing up with a, "Excuse Neji, please. He gets mad when someone seems to be better than himself." Tenten smiled at him and looked once more to the picture he had taken.

"So you like it?" Naruto wanted to know, still don't knowing what was going on at all.

She nodded and answered, "Of course we like it! And welcome to the Photo-Club." The brown-haired offered her hand and the blond shook it slowly. She laid one hand on her chest and said, "My name is Tenten. I am the semi-president of the club and I am glad you joined us. It looks like you have got talent!" The Uzumaki blinked before he started grinning, arms crossed behind his head.

"Thanks for admiting me! You made a good choice, believe it!"

The next week Naruto helped Neji and Tenten with the examination, because there were lots of students who wanted to join the club and they were all busy doing the formal stuff for the club. They had already to take photos of various events and for other clubs like the school-newspaper-crew, the sports clubs and the Festival-Club. The Uzumaki had a tight programme and all the free-time he got between school and learning he spend with Gaara, who seemed to get used with his new living habits. And after two busy weeks the blond finally got the time to ask the two brunettes' something he wanted to know for long.

Neji, Tenten and Naruto were just leaving the club-room when the Uzumaki said, "Hey, can I ask you something?" When the two nodded he continued, "Who draw the pictures with the small fan on the right bottom corner?" He pointed at one of them and Neji turned around, looking into his eyes.

"The red-white fan is Sasuke's emblem. As far as I know his family used it as a coat of arms." The blond wided his eyes and gasped.

"H-hedraw all those paintings?! Are you serious??" he stemmed and blinked to a big one in front of him. Tenten grinned all over her face.

"Yes," she added, "He won a lot of prices for the school. 'The Avenger' was even the number one in Tokyo!"

She pointed at a shady, dark and big paintment on the wall. It show lots of lifeless, bloody bodies lying on the ground on a small hill. On top of the hill a male person knelt down, his back turned to the viewer and the head slightly laid back. His arms were hanging on his sides, in one hand he hold a scythe with blood and his whole, white shirt was dripped with the red substance as well. In front of the man the sun was on fire and seemed to fly right to him, in order to burn him down just as the dead bodies behind him. Under the frame was a small shield with 'The Avenger, by Sasuke Uchiha' written on it.

"... … … It's really sad." Naruto muttered after a while and his face went unusual neutral.

"Yes, it is." Neji said and sighed heavily. "He got his revenge but is burned away with all those he killed with his own hands." The Uzumaki looked at it for one more moment before he walked away, away from the lonely avenger.

Before he followed the two older studends he went to the toilet. He prefered going to the bathroom at home, but he wasn't sure if he could hold on until he reached his apartment. He pushed the door open and saw a dark-haired man standing at the wash-basin.

The man turned off the water and turned around, a small smirk in his face. "Look who is peeping again..." he smirked and the blond furrowed his eyebrows in anger.

"I'm not peeping after you, bastard!" Naruto yelled and run into a cabin. The raven shook his head, but stayed in the room.

"Whatever you say. But I don't like people following me, moron, so stop that." Sasuke said, loud enough that the smaller heard him.

"I'm not following you, teme! If you didn't notice, the Photo-Club is almost next to the Drawing-Club. But you're so stuck-up that I understand it if you can't see things bellow the sky." the Uzumaki bellowed and flushed the toilet before he opened the door and walked outside. But after one step he was already graped at his collar and pushed against a wall. He gasped for air and felt ice-cold air tickling his ear.

"I told you to don't offend me, baka. But I am in a good mood and you seem to need some time before taking things." the Uchiha smirked, his cold breath running over the blonde's skin. "This is your last warning: Stay. Away. Of. Me. Ba. Ka. Fun-time is over." he warned the younger before letting him go with a cool smirk in his face.

Naruto pressed his eyelids together, afraid of getting one final punch, but instead he felt something cold touching his forehead. "Don't forget that." Sasuke whispered and walked away. When the Uzumaki heard the door closing his body started trembling and he slided down the wall. His heart was hammering in his chest, his eyes were wided and he gasped for air.

Sasuke... … The way he had talked... His tight grap... His cold voice... His smirk... He had just been... just been... scary. Naruto was scared, scared like only a few times before in his life. He felt fear taking control of his body and he tried to calm down again. The Uchiha's moods made him incalculable, dangerous. And Naruto had experience with such guys, such persons with so many moods. After some time he managed to stand up and walked to the wash-basin and took a deep breath through his nose.

But he rose an eyebrow when he smelled something. He opened his eyes and looked at the discharge, seeing something bright red in it. He took his index finger and hold it into the substance, so that he could lift it nearer to his nose.

"Blood..." he whispered with a serious expression in his face. Now it all made sense... Sasuke's lifted mood when he came out of the bathroom – a place where he could take it without anybody to notice. That sometimes aggressive behaviour.

The blond hadn't a proof yet, but he was sure the Uchiha took something... Some kind of drug...

The Uzumaki tried to find out what Sasuke exactly took, but he wasn't able to get in touch with the raven. Every time he followed him the Uchiha suddenly disappeared, probably took his drugs and reappeared like nothing happened. Naruto was always one step behind him, but still found out some things about the raven, like the fact that he was the captain of the paintball-school-team...

And that he was alone mostly all of the time...

But the blond couldn't care about that yet, first of all he had to find out Sasuke's secret. He was so focused on it that he didn't notice how fast days passed.

"Fine then. We'll meet here in our classroom at 1pm tomorrow afternoon. Dress on so that we can start soon with our preparation." Iruka said and laid back on his board. He looked forward to the Halloween-festival. He liked such events where he could get to know his pupils from another side. The brunet was really curious how Naruto behaved in such a relaxed, funny situation. His class decided to help decorating the school instead of doing something special, and he was proud of them because they wanted to be volunteers.

Yes, he really was looking forward to the festival.