AN IMPORTANT(I GUESS) TO STORY: just a head's up, Naruto goes to an international public school. They are in japan but all of the classes are English except for the huge amount of language classes people take. When I say public school that is because in japan it is seen as a bigger achievement if you get into a public school than a private and it also means that since it's 'international' that the only people going there are like super genius' like almost every Uchiha out there. But like every school, there are burnouts and those who get only because of money so not everyone is super smart. Just a little info before I get a whole bunch of questions. He has to dye his hair for dress code reasons. In japan, stereotypical delinquents usually dye their hair blonde or some other (Hair) color that is foreign to them. So, that most people don't think that delinquents go to the school, there is a rule that says 'the student's hair must be a shade of brown or black, no other colors will be tolerated.' It is a public school, meaning that it is open to the rest of japan and not just people like Naruto. Parents are more likely to let their kids go to schools that don't seem to be filled with delinquent foreigners. Sorry if this offends anyone, I have very basic knowledge and decided to make my own school up.
By the end of the day he knew which classes he liked, which teachers were nice, and whom he absolutely hated.
Math was simple; he knew the answers and the teacher didn't question things. Mr. Umino was a nice and simple man with kind brown eyes and short brown hair. He decided early on he liked that class. He spent the majority of the hour working on basic problems and the assigned math homework. So far, no one could question why he was there and he was thankful for the large amount of work Mr. Umino gave.
But come the end of class, people were getting noisy and antsy, a bad combination.
"Oi! Mr. Umino, who's the pipsqueak?" shouted some kid. Mr. Umino looked up from the papers he was grading; the reading glasses perched on his nose almost falling off.
"Well Mister Yamanaka, if you paid attention during role, you would know who your fellow classmates are." He liked this man. Pleased with the answer, he focused once more on his work. But he couldn't help but keep an ear on the conversation.
"Yeah but! He's like, what? Seven? What's he even doing here?" okay, he knew he was short but common! Seven? He had to restrain himself from getting up and punching the teen. Or at least yelling his ear off.
Hearing the teacher sigh, he listened to what the man was going to say next. He could tell that everyone in the class wanted to hear too.
"Mr. Yamanaka, the person you are speaking about is right here." A hand was waved in his direction. "Why don't you ask him? But I will tell this much, he is an advanced student and if anyone of you pick on him because he is younger, I will personally escort you down to Principal Uchiha. Am I clear?" He was sure the man was out to kill him. A threat from the teacher? It gave the teens all the more reason to pick on him and he was silently cursing the cause of the new dilemma he was going to be faced with.
"Yes." All the teens said mockingly. The teacher now satisfied, he watched helplessly as the teacher walked back to his desk and sat down and once more began to grade papers.
He felt their stares as he continued to work, hoping for the bell to ring. He was so busy trying to ignore them that it surprised him when he felt a finger poking at his shoulder.
"Oi, kid, who are you?" he looked up only to see a teen with scruffy brown hair and black eyes with a long red triangle under his right eye. Kind of pissed, Naruto flung the question back at the teen.
"Well, who are you? Dog boy." Now that he thought about it, the teen did look a lot like a mutt. It was interesting to see the teen try to growl, it came out pathetically and sounded much like a choking cat.
"Kiiro Inuzuka." Huh, well that's weird. The guy's name was yellow. Wonder who named him and who the hell thought that yellow was a good name for a kid who looked like a mutt?
"Well yellow mutt, I'm Naruto Namikaze. Nice to meet you." Ah, there is that choking cat noise again; he was starting to love that noise. It was so fun to get under people's skin.
But suddenly the noise stopped. He looked up only to see a weird expression on Kiiro's face. Without warning, Kiiro hugged him and gave him a noogie.
"Heh, I like you kid! So Naruto huh? If I'm a yellow mutt than you're a mini fish cake!" annoyed but slightly pleased that he seemed to gain a friend, he just lightly punched the mutt hanging around his neck.
It seemed that broke the ice for a black haired beauty walked up to them. "So, Naruto, need a saving from the big bad wolf? I'm Ankori Mitarashi by the way. Also if you don't mind me asking, how old are you?"
"Nice to meet you. And no, I don't need help, I can take care of this puppy all by myself." At that Kiiro started to growl once again and he just swatted at Kiiro's nose. "Down! Bad mutt!" he heard several chuckles from the people listening in.
"Your age?" Ankori asked again.
"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm nine." Shocked whispers moved through the students.
"Really, you look younger." Said a voice above him, Kiiro.
He rolled his eyes. "Um, not going through puberty kinda makes you look younger."
Before anyone could ask any more questions, the bell rang. Running to his desk, he grabbed his books and took off.
He quickly found his Spanish classroom and sat down. The class started off like the last one, the kids came in, started to talk (probably about him) and then the teacher shushed them and took role. While the teacher took role, he observed his surroundings.
The room was no different than any other of the classrooms except instead of posters of the other subjects they were Spanish.
Done with the room, he looked at the teacher. Short black hair and cold brown eyes, Mr. Morino was a no nonsense kind of man and all the kids knew it. He was indifferent to this teacher. As long as he could teach, he would have no problems with Mr. Morino.
Spanish was peaceful, the language was easy to him and he was only taking this class for blow off and an easy A, and the class passed by quickly and with no interruptions, thanks to Mr. Morino's overbearing presence.
His next hour went just as peacefully. Japanese was his native tongue and he learned it growing up along with Spanish and English.
His sensei was a nice kind old man named Sarutobi who liked to burn incense because he wasn't aloud to smoke in front of the students. Or that was at least what he told them.
It was in this class that he met his second friend. Shikaku Nara. A lazy bum that thought everything, mostly women, were worth to much effort and were damn troublesome. With dark brown hair, high atop his head in a ponytail and dark rimmed brown eyes, Shikaku clad in baggie khakis and a loose band tee, looked like a normal burn out, his piercings not helping at all. But it turned out that he was insanely smart, not to mention witty.
When the bell rang, he rushed out the door and yelled out a hurried goodbye to Shikaku. Changing his notebooks, he headed off to class.
It took him awhile to find the I.B. history class room
His Last hour was language arts, which he found annoying. The teacher, a hyper blonde, just loved shouting out his personal information to the class.
She shouted out his birthdate, age, name, physical features, and his previous grades in the subject she was teaching. He hated her. So. Fucking. Much. Not only did the class know his academic record, they also found it hilarious how the teacher fawned over him. He was now the 'teacher's pet' and he just knew he was going to get hell for the stupid teacher's mistake. He fucking hated her.
It was in this class that he met him. The one person he would happily murder and admit his crime to a jury. He met Fugaku Uchiha.
True to the rumors, Fugaku was more than good looking with his long glossy black hair that reached to his passed his shoulder blades, a few strands of hair sticking up, kinda looking like a duck's butt in his opinion. But it worked for Fugaku and it brought out his deep black almond shaped eyes and strong jaw. But unlike the principal, he couldn't be categorized as 'pretty' or 'beautiful', instead Fugaku was handsomely gorgeous.
He sat transfixed, content to just gaze at the handsome teen. He didn't care or notice when the Teacher left to go gossip with the secretaries in the main office. That was when everything went wrong.
He was awoken from his trance when a hand slammed on top of his desk. Startled he looked up only to see an ugly girl looking down at him. Her eyes were small and beady, with an ugly hazel color that reminded him of vomit. Her hair was short and looked like she had a bad perm, light brown strands looking like a birds nest around her head. Her skin was white with big red angry looking pimples around her mouth, cheeks and between her eyebrows.
"So, a regular boy genius we have here huh?" she got up close and sneered the words into his face, her breath making him want to gag. The sight of her face not doing anything to settle his stomach.
"Don't think your anything special, you're nothing. You can't compare to Uchiha-hidenka." Hidenka? Pretty high praise for a admittingly handsome, but other wise normal, fourteen year old boy. Calling him a prince…this girl must have some issues. And this was coming from a real prince. (His mother is the runaway princess of Spain. Don't ask, it's a long and confusing story, trust him, he knew.)
Some other girls yelling out in agreement with the one who was breathing on his face. "Yeah! You're scum compared to Hidenka-sama!" "Go back to kindergarten you little freak!" were only a few of the comments that were thrown at him.
"So, see little blue eyed freak? We don't need you. You're not wanted and Uchiha-hidenka will always be above you." Some of the boys were getting into it with the encouragement of the fangirls.
"Yeah! You're not needed, you're to small to play any sports, to stupid to talk to, and you're basically still in diapers! Go back home to mommy!" yelled some random boy. "You look like a girl with those blue eyes and long hair." Another boy yelled. "Yeah he does! Hey, lets give him a hair cut!" This idea was received with many loud cheers. The others who weren't cheering looked away guilty and ashamed at not being able to help him. All who were not advancing on him seemed guilty and ashamed, their backs hunched, some sent him a sympathetic and sorrowful look. All but one. Fugaku was looking on at the scene, watching what was happening as if it was normal and boring as if this kind of violence happened everyday.
And that is where he snapped.
"What the he-" he was about to tell them off when he was cut off.
"Kioke. Stop Now." And just like that the advancing teens stopped. Some still glaring at him, but most were apologizing to Fugaku for annoying him. The loyal sheep followed the herder.
That was when he realized he loathed Fugaku Uchiha. He could deal with self-preservation but he could not deal with cowardice. Hiding behind others and expecting them to do his dirty work, Fugaku was nothing more than a coward.
Hidenka. Fugaku was their prince and they were his loyal servants. He didn't know which realization made him want to barf more.
this is kind of a filler, more going on later. so review please! and hopefully i added some good description. if you think i need to add more let me know.