As I promised, I made this chapter longer.
Behind This Mask
A Day In The Life: Part 3
Naruto ran into the school grounds breathing heavily. He cast an upward glance toward the gigantic clock in the front of the school building, and recognized that he had at least 15 minutes before the five-minute bell were to go off. He remembered when the school had first installed that oversized clock. He found it a non-to-discreet way of telling the students to; "High tail it to class." as the principal would put it. After installation, the number of tardiness had decreased to a minimum, and it did help out quite a bit for Naruto when he found himself in the same predicament that he was in now.
He did the approximate time calculations that would be required to sneak into the infirmary and take some medical supplies.
"I've got plenty of time." Naruto muttered to himself. He would have more then enough to do a temporary patch up.
The sounds of a car rolling over the street's gravel caught his attention and caused him to look backward at the noise in question. The car was an expensive looking onyx '08 Pontiac Solstice. Not black, but onyx, he could still remember the indignant whine of the owner of the car. As if mixing up the synonymous colors was an absolute mockery of what that person was describing.
Naruto suppressed the urge to roll his eyes, but gave in as no one other then the Sasuke Uchiha, stepped out of the car. Sasuke Uchiha was one of the most popular kids that went to the school. Most of his fame comes from his father, the chief of police, who Naruto utterly despised on a morel level. The police in this city were no better then the criminals that they occasionally managed to capture. They were a corrupt organization, who would drop on all fours at the very scent of money. Their pockets were so deep with corrupted blood money that Naruto was willing to bet that there was mold at the bottom. The worst part of it was that none of the villagers managed to catch a whiff of the malevolence within their own legal system. And the fact that Sasuke could remain so high-and-mighty, as if he were so superior to the rest of them, bothered Naruto to no end. The kid's easily inflated ego and God-complex was what the girl's seemed to swoon over, much to Naruto's confusion.
His father's undeserved status in the community wasn't the only reason the kid struck a chord with Naruto. It was the constant demeaning moments that they shared. Sasuke was condescending toward him. He would either mock him for reasons unknown to him, or bring his friends into the mix and have them join in the beating of his body and pride. Every encounter with the Uchiha always ended in either humiliation or a severe moral decrease. Either way, it never ended well for Naruto. It wasn't so much the punches that got to him, but more the pain of hearing the consistent words of disapproval of Naruto's favor that would get to him. When caught in a fight, not a single soul would cheer on his behalf. Knowing the fact that everyone hated you to such a great extent that they would prefer to see your face bashed in, and moan their unhappiness when no such thing occurred, or when a teacher broke up the skirmish seemed to leave much deeper wounds then the punches themselves.
So to avoid such conflict, Naruto did what any man with his current home life would do. He made it a point not to make eye contact and high-tailed it out of there and toward the school infirmary before anyone would notice.
He crept toward the infirmary and silently slid the door to check for the obstacle known as Nurse Tsunade. He chuckled to himself when he realized how stealth was his forte. If the school suddenly decided to play the 'Mission Impossible' theme over the intercom, it would certainly suit the situation at hand. He carefully crept into the office that was crammed with large beds and a few chairs. Throughout his years at the school he hasn't ended up in the Nurse's office once, although the old hag was rather interested in him after an accidental collision in the hallway. Which resulted in him landing on his severely bruised back rather lightly yet painfully, which caused the yelp of pain, which piqued the nosy woman's interest. From that moment on, she has been glancing at him as if he was a suspect in a murder case.
He quickly pulled open the medical supplies closet and grabbed the bandages, peroxide, and a towel. So as not to make it noticeable that there was a shortage in items, he grabbed the ones at the end of their respective rows. That way when Nurse Tsunade went through all of the items in the front rows and noticed the absence of the others, his wounds would have been long since healed and avoided suspicion all together.
He quickly made his way to the bathroom and cleaned up his wounds rather well. He glanced down at the bandages in his hand. Somehow it seemed rather ironic to use a bandage, seeing as not even the whole box could cover or heal his scars. With that thought in mind, Naruto opted not to use the bandages and just make sure that he would have no confrontations with any of the members of Sasuke's group. He jumped when the five-minute bell resonated throught the school, indicating the fast approach of first hour. He haphazardly stuffed the remaining medical supplies into his book bag, which he still held a grudge against for the little escapade earlier that day. He tossed the trash away and heaved his book bag onto his shoulders, much to the protest of his bruised ribcage. He made his way to his first class, Language Arts, and thus his day begun.
