Hola to everyone out there! No lemon today. Now the real story begins. Our favorite angst couple is back on the school scene. What will become of them?

'Sound the Bugle' by Gavin Greenaway (Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron)

Naruto POV

We pulled into the parking lot and sighed, me slurping on his drink, resigned. During the past ten minutes or so...we'd realized something very important.

Kakashi would still be living with us. Of course, this was due to said man admitting he'd agreed to from the back seat. Apparently, seeing as Itachi still hadn't been heard from again, instead of relaxing, Tsunade and the rest had decided it was too risky to let us live alone. So they were moving Kakashi into Sasuke's dorm...fuck them.

Fuck them, dammit! Now, with Mr. Pervy McHorny of the frikin' year living with us, we can't even make out anymore! WHAT THE HELL?

Then it clicked.

"THEY DID IT ON PURPOSE!" I screamed, startling both Sasuke and Kakashi. They watched as a string of curses, some even mixed with others, came from my mouth, muttered and screamed. I was raving and lecturing them privately.

But...not..privately...at all.

"THOSE BASTARDS! THOSE FUCKING-mmf!" I froze, blinking furiously at the raven who'd attached himself to my lips, watching me with coal dark eyes. Kakashi swooned in the back, and those eyes rolled, unimpressed, before refocusing on me. I gave in, but as he drew me closer into the long kiss, my mind whirled slowly in questions.

He...isn't...embarrassed? By kissing me openly?

-Idiot kit. He loves you. He's your mate. What reason is there to be embarrassed? What about?-

But...everyone calls me a monster...

-Who calls you that? Everyone else? Has he, YOUR MATE, ever called you something like that?-

I felt tears gather, and kissed him back finally. No.

No. Never. He never would. He would never, never call me something like that. Because...because he's Sasuke.

"Mm...Sasuke..." I whispered, pulling away for moment to breath, face flushed. I panted, a string of spit connecting our mouths. He pants too, and watched me, half worried, half absorbed in the heat coiling in his chest. He wrapped his arms around me, and I smiled, kissing him again.

"Hnnn..Your too...noisy..." he murmured into my mouth, and I flushed again, clinging to him.

Kakashi was eagerly watching over the backseat, and we kept kissing, several teachers walking by and looking over at us. Our parking space was in the teacher's lot, after all. Anko came by, only to grin and whistle as she walked away. I must've turned thirty shades of red, pink, and crimson by the time he let me go.

"Baka," he muttered, and watched me recover, quickly pouting.

"Am not!" I growled, but smiled privately, worries somehow depleted.

He smirked.

"Hey! Just because you're jealous of how amazingly spectabolific I am-don't call me stupid! I happen to be astoundingly awsome, you know!" I thumped my chest once, and was pushed back into the seat, by my lover.

He kissed me again, long and deep and firmly. His tongue rubbed against mine, and he suckled, exploring my mouth and mapping out my gums and teeth, drawing a slick moan from me. I let him press me back, submissive in shock and pleasure. He delved deeper, his-other- slick muscle wriggling inside me to touch the back-of my throat. Pervs. The losts of you. PERVS!

Once done, he pulled back, smiled, and hopped out of the car, calling his his soft monotone back to me-snarkliy, I might add, "Sure you are, dobe. Sure you are." I gasped onto my breath and growled, pouting again.

"Teme..." I muttered, before reaching back and gasping again. Kakashi was lying, blood everywhere, twitching on the floorboard. His eyes were shut, but there was this creeper smile on his face, and I drew back, stunned. Sasuke stepped over and knocked on my window.

I looked up, startled out of my horror and worry. He shook his head and mouthed, 'Just leave 'em.' Then, glancing disgustedly at the unconcious silver on the floor and muttering something I couldn't read right, he stalked off, motioning for me to follow. He had his bag. Mine was beside the car. I took one last look at Kakashi, before exiting and catching up, grabbing my bright orange bag in the process.

"Hey! Give that back, you wedge-headed whore!" A familiar voice yelled from around the next corner.

I raised a brow, and Sasuke just snorted in surprise. We rounded it but I hesitated, stepping back into the deep shadows cast by the building. Sasuke growled slightly, and stood stock still.

Ino was glaring furiously at Sakura, and our favorite rosette was thoroughly telling her off, grasping a pair of black boxers. I could hear the inaudible question my boyfriend asked, but didn't have an answer.

"Go find yout own pair of Sasuke's boxers! Those are mine! You slut, always hanging around Sasuke like that, treating him like you could actually be his EQUAL!" Ino screamed, panting and blushing at the end.

Sakura growled and yelled back, shaking the fist with my raven's boxers clenched in it. We watched the pants wave back and forth, "First! I don't have a damn crush on that idiot! Secondly! Even if I did-I don't-I wouldNOT steal a pair of his boxers and enSHRINE them in a closet! You two-faced, wanna-be-stalker, club footed, split-end mess of a whore!"

Both Sasuke and I sweatdropped, and Sakura finished her shpeal, noticing us for the first time. She laughed and walked over, ignoring the now fuming ice-blonde.

"Hey Naruto. Sasuke. Sorry bout this, but you might've heard why I'm holding you underwear. Either way." she tossed em, and I snatched em up, tucking them away into a random pocket of my bag.

"Yeah...that was kinda..." he surpressed a shudder, and walked over to me, jerking his head in our room's direction. I nodded, still cautious, but walked out of the shadows anyways. And into the light.

"Oh great," apparently, Ino had been watching and had recovered from her embarrassment. "It's the frikin' monster again. God! Why can't it just die already?" Sasuke stiffened, and looked at me, a plea in his face.

I shook my head slightly, and turned away, as Sakura clenched and unclenched her fists, growling under her breath.

"Come on, that isn't polite," an oily slick voice spoke, and silnced the teen. I was only too thankful, but glanced just in time to see a slick smirk appear on Mizuki's sharp features. I froze, eyes wide.

He was watching me, dark eyes piercing me. I flinched several times internally, and stayed rooted to the spot, unable to move.

Ino was looking up at him in curiosity, seeming to sense that-contrary to his words-he wasn't actually disagreeing with her. He stepped up, and I watched as his eyes darkened again.

"No. Something like that thing shouldn't be wasted," the dirty silver soothed, eyes locked onto mine.

Oh no...

"What do you mean? Of course it should die!" Ino growled, getting ready to argue with him. But the male simply shook his head slowly, a wider smirk taking over. Beside me, Sasuke was shaking, and I "accidentally" brushed my arm against his, moving slightly to look fully at the other teen behind us.

"No. It should suffer." the word hissed out like grease over water, "It should be tied up the demon it is, and made to service us. It should be beaten. It should be rap-"

"Mizuki. What a vivid imagination you have for someone with such a tiny brain," came a soft monotone from a window above us. My eyes were released, and I looked up with everyone else. Shikamaru, in a ruffled and very laz-about version of the first day of school uniform(yeah, it is for only one day), peering down through half mast eyes at us all.

"Yeah. But doesn't it hurt your head when you nod? Must make a bunch of pinging, what with all the empty space? Wouldn't you think, Shika?" Kiba slid against the wall behind Ino, keeping his back pressed against it. He appeared from around the corner, and I blinked.

Where...had they come from? Had me and Sasuke subconciously sent out some sort of batman distress signal?

I blinked again, and my eyes widened as I caught a suspicious flicker of long, tied up, chocolate hair, silky and straight. A shock of bloodred spikes dissappeared around the curve further up, and a brush of silver vanished on the roof.

Well hell. How long had they been listening, exactly?

I shook my head, and noticed a much more relaxed Sasuke beside me, apparently noticing a few of the same details.

"Yeah, guess so Kiba. I suppose he must have a healthy supply of asprin. I know I wouldn't be able to live if there was that much room for movement in my head. I wouldn't know what to do with it."

Mizuki-by this point-was growling, his cool lost, and stepping closer.

Ino, by comparison, was calm, having recovered. She stepped up further, and I turned back around, a sign she wasn't worth my time. But she giggled, and spoke in a soft, slimey voice, "Yeah, you're right, Mizuki honey. He does deserve to suffer. And I know the perfect guys. First they have a little fun," she whispered, her voice getting closer, "And then they would make him bleed. Beaten, wounded, stabbed, "her voice was too close now.

Beside me, Sasuke was shaking, and I knew this wouldn't last long.

"And raped," she finished. I flinched and froze up, speechless. Did she know, or something?

-Kit, calm down. She's just trying to get under your skin.-

Well i'll be damned if that plan didn't just work!

-Just stay calm, okay? Don't lose yourself.- he whispered as I started to.

The lines blurred around me, and I swallowed. They world was swaying. I knew my eyes were dangerously close to betraying me.

-Kit? Kit? KIT!-

His voice echoed all around the empty space, and suddenly, the world around me dissolved. I was back in that place. I was scared, and backed up into the nearest alleyway, hoping it led to a sort of saftey. But as I went down the gradual slope, I saw the looming doom of a dead end. Trying to turn back, I heard their oily laughter, sliding cruely against my thumping heart, urging it to new speeds.

-Kit!- the voice was washed away by the sudden torrents of rain that began to crash down everywhere. The street was dark and foggy, and the voices got even closer. My painfully racing heart was smashing into beat after beat, hot in my chest. It felt like I was going to be sick. The foul bubble in the pit of my stomach grew larger, and burst. I could feel a scream build up inside me, but forced it back down, rooted to the spot in a primal sort of fear.

It clamped down on my body, this fear, until it was all I could hear past the roar of blood pulsing past my ears, and I could practically taste it's horrible acidic flavor. But just as my tears began to silently spill over, a gentle pressure on my forehead made me pause, somehow drowning out the sound as another, deep and comforting voice spoke.

"Come back to me."

I blinked, realizing I was crying. Kiba had Ino pressed, face first, against the brick wall of the building, hiding us from her, and Neji and Gaara had driven Mizuki away. I shivered, and looked at Sasuke, who had on his usual mask, right in front of me.

But his soft yet calloused hand held mine, warm and firm, and a trickle of worry wormed it's way into his eyes, letting me know of his concern.

I smiled, trying to reassure him, and quickly brushed my hand across the drying tears to wipe them away. He just watched me, quiet and stoic as usual.

But he cared. And that was all that mattered.