"You Changed Me Into My Worst Fear"

I have to keep editing the story because I can never be happy about it. I'll put a notice up if the editing is major so you won't miss out. I've only changed the outlines and how many chapters there are.
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Title: P.D.A of Uzumaki Naruto
Date: Saturday 2nd October 2006 (I’m sure…)
Subject: Is this really necessary? Me finding a job…and stuff.

I’m sure you want to know where I am as well. Kiba’s place – I never knew he had so many dogs! Well, they’re not all his. Most of them are his sister’s and mom’s but damn…they’re all over the place. After I’m done here I’m getting a new pair of pants (had a little accident with one of the mutts) and a bath! He’s helping me move in my new place. Yes, that’s right! I found a place and a new job. I, Uzumaki Naruto, am no longer a freeloader. I was never one! No, really! Shut up! Okay fine…but can you blame me? You sent me away with no notice – nothing! Put me in a stupid college with stupid stuck-up kids and the only reason you gave me was, “I need the extra space.” That was totally uncalled for y’know? If you are still mad about the tattoo I got, there were other ways to punish me instead of sending me away with no support. What? Were you hoping that I’d starve on the streets and die? Next time send me to a place where I have no accomplices. Nyah! I’m not being childish, you old hag…and stop frowning, your face might break apart if you strain the botox too much Baa-Chan, not to forget, give you wrinkles as well (not that you already don’t have any). You do a pretty darn good job of hiding them.
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I’m not paying for anything you broke. I’m laughing right now, by the way. Oops! That’s your nice china-set gone. But you shouldn’t be the one mad at me; it should be the other way round. They don’t have any ramen stands here! Can you believe that? No ramen! What kinda stupid-ass town is this? And did you know the school you sent me to wears uniform? Yeah, I just read their stupid form letter. What the…is it a butler school? Is that it? Your big payback? I never knew you had it in you Baa-Chan. I couldn’t have done it a better way (are you sure we’re not related? Seems like something I would do). Oh by the way, what am I supposed to do about my karate lessons? Ebisu-sensei will not be pleased.

Ps: This is the crappiest birthday present I’ve ever gotten from you. What’s up? I mean, c’mon who would wanna read me bitching about my life and what’s happening to me…hey-wait! That didn’t come out right…
Pps: Can you send the rest of my stuff to this address (and careful with my kyuubi):

18 Chidongan Rd.
Konoha
17XNIN

Yeah, that’s my new house – not apartment – house. I…don’t live alone though. He’s not a very social person, but I can change that. I bet he doesn’t even know there’s an angry mob of girls outside his house. That’s one reason why I high-tailed it. Good thing Kiba lives near by and goes to my school!
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To: Kyuubi_incarnate@knh.net
From: Tsunade-Godaime@ht.hospice.med
Subject: --- (Reply to P.D.A)

Baka!! Check your bank account! And I’m not punishing you for anything. I’ll remember that wrinkle comment you made though, it cost me two china-sets and Shizune an eye!
We’ve already gone through this. You know damn well why I sent you away. The school is not a butler school, gaki! It’s for your own discipline. Be nice when you get there – and get rid of those things in your ear before you set foot in the school! Don’t think I won’t know if you don’t. I know the principal. Don’t get too close to him, he’s a pervert. And another thing, don’t spend all the money on ramen or so help me…
Your “kyuubi” is fine! One of the strings pulled though and we can’t find the little tweaking thing, whatever you youths call it now a days. You can always buy a new guitar, don’t whine. It doesn’t suit you.

And I don’t plan on visiting you anytime soon.
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Naruto frowned and pulled off his tie. This was so not cool!

‘What kinda college wears uniform? Really!’

He put on the blazer and grimaced.

‘Damn, is it hot or what?’

He cursed, threw the tie across the bathroom and opened the first few buttons of the button-up shirt. He heaved a heavy sigh and run his long tan fingers through his shoulder-length hair.

“It’s now or never…curse this all!”

He tried, keyword: tried, to smooth out his hair, went back to his room and got his book bag.

‘No ramen for breakfast, hmm…wonder what this dude has in his kitchen.’

“Ohayou, Sas’ke!” he greeted when he saw Sasuke leaning over the sink and washing utensils.

“Hn.”

“Not much of a talker, are ya?”

His response was a glare and a once over. Naruto’s shirt and blazer were at least two sizes bigger than him and made him look quite tiny.

‘Must have got the sizes mixed up.’

His trousers were really baggy and long and only the tip of his loafers showed. All in all, in any sane person’s (who is not blind) opinion, he looked cute. What caught Sasuke’s attention though was the snickett of golden-brown skin of Naruto’s chest and the jewellery that lay against it. One was a cylinder-like shape in a teal colour that made that of his eyes stand out. The other was two silver rings on a silver chain, ingrained on one ring were angel wings; the other had an imprint of a lion’s head.

‘So I’m not the only one who thinks I look well weird in this uniform. Stupid-ass people messing up my size. Okay, he’s gonna stop staring anytime now…any minute now…any second now…and…and-now! No…now...how about-’

When Sasuke realized he was staring he cleared his throat and went back to his task at the sink.

“You go to Konoha College…” he said calmly over his shoulder. It was not a question but Naruto answered anyway.

“Yep! Oi, you got any ramen?” he’d already begun rummaging through the cupboards on the far left of the kitchen – away from Sasuke.

“No. Those things are unsanitary.” Naruto froze and turned, robotically, to face Sasuke with a scowl. Though on him, it meant to pout but frown all the same – only he could pull that facial expression off and still manage to look edible. Sasuke couldn’t help but smirk.

“Ramen…is…what?!”
‘Ugh! One thing I hate, big words! Who needs ‘em?’

“Unsanitary, usuratonkachi, un-san-i-tary.” He said, as if speaking to a child. He didn’t fail to notice the faint hint of rose on Naruto’s cheeks before he asked,

“Uhmm…what’s insatitiary?” whiles fiddling with his fingers and looking down at what was left of his feet.
Sasuke sweat dropped then massaged his temples.

‘I don’t care how cute this boy is – he is impossible!’

“UN-sa-NI-tary! It means something unhealthy…” he managed to look calm and composed, save for the little tweak in his eyebrow (what’s that doing there?), throughout all of this.

“Hey! Don’t badmouth ramen it’s the best food in the world – ITAI!” In the flash of a second, all disagreements were forgotten as he nursed the bump that had, no doubt, formed on his head due to an item falling from the cabinet.
Sasuke frowned at the item.

‘What is that doing here? That can’t be mine. I don’t eat sweet things let alone buy them.’

“Strawberry flavoured tea! Yatta!” he watched as Naruto joy-jumped and danced his way to the kettle.

“What…are…you…doing?!”

“Making strawberry tea? Gosh, have you gone blind as well as sour, Sasuke?”
Sasuke glared mighty hard.

“You’re supposed to pour the powder and water in a cup – not the container itself! Moron! Give me that!”
He strode over to Naruto and took everything away from him.

“H-hey! That’s my breakfast!”

“There’s too much of that stuff in here,” he took a sip, grimaced and spat it out in the sink, “Baka! This is too sugary!” he was just about to pour it out into the sink and drop the container in the bin when Naruto snatched it back.

“Then don’t drink it!” he downed it all, not stopping once to take a breath. When done, he swiped at the stray drop that had travelled down his chin with his abnormally long and pierced tongue. Sasuke’s eyes widened.

‘…In-human! What’s with his tongue?’

His pouty lips that were usually a rosy-pink were now a deep cherry-red making it look more feminine and for some reason, because the tea was not that strong, he now strongly smelt of strawberries. Sasuke leaned on the counter and crossed his legs to will down the unwanted hard-on.

“Oh-hey! You have the same uniform as me!” Naruto announced as if he’d just noticed. Knowing him, he probably did just notice, “That means you can show me the way to school!”

“And why would I want to do that?”

Sasuke was annoyed, very-very annoyed. He had already breeched three Uchiha codes:
• Never blush, look flustered, stutter or show any sign of uncomforts.
• Never apologise!
• Never say more than three words – unless it’s absolutely necessary.
All because of this dumb blond. And now he couldn’t even step into the bathroom to have a quick cold shower or tend to his problem because like it or not, this boy was now sort of his responsibility and he’d have to take him to school.

“Be-because I’m paying rent? And…and I’m a nice person!” he pouted and tried his trump card: Initiate puppy dog eyes, level one.
Sasuke’s heart clenched, yet still, he managed to look calm on the outside.

‘Don’t dare fall for this trick! Just…just look away. Look away-now!’
But he didn’t. He couldn’t.

‘Strange…he’s not falling for it. Let’s turn it up! See how ya like me now, Sas’ke!’
Initiate puppy dog eyes, level three.
He drew in his bottom lip, sucked on it some, stuck it back out again, widened his now teary eyes and sniffed.

“Fine!” was what Sasuke blurted out before he could stop himself.

“Yosh!” ‘Get’s ‘em every time!’

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“Help! It won’t budge! Oh Gawd, it’s stuck!” he wailed.

“Will you…Stop being so…juvenile! Ungh! Stay still, I’m trying to pull it out!”

“No-ah! It hurts, careful!”

“Quit…moving around. You’ll hurt us both!”

“Then do it slowly! Look, it’s all sore now!”

Of course, students and teachers alike who recognised and passed by the car tried to look past the tinted windows to try and see what was going on without making themselves known. Sasuke’s grunts and Naruto’s heavy breathing weren’t helping quench their curiosity. It only fuelled it more.

“Wait; use your free hand to open the glove compartment. There’s a hand gel there, we can use it as a lubricant…and for f-ck’s sake-stay still!”

Uchiha Code 4: Never swear or make an outburst. It’s impolite and…let’s just face it, it kills the whole “I’m-cool-and-I-don’t-give-a-damn-what-happens-in-the-world-you-can’t-faze-me” look that we Uchihas have going on.

Just as Naruto was about to reach over, there was a knock on the window then seconds later a face was plastered on the screen cupped by two hands.

“Ino, you pig! Stop invading Sasuke-kun’s privacy!” a voice shouted. Then there was another face cupped by hands looking into the car.

“What are you doing now then Sakura?!” the window became fogged then receded as she stopped talking.

“Who’s that?! Sasuke-kuuuunn!”

“Ungh! Ignore them, get the gel.”

How they’d come to be in this predicament, neither of them knew. But according to Sasuke, it was Naruto’s fault. He, however, blames it on the, quote: evil stretchy thingies: unquote a.k.a, the seatbelt and Sasuke for making him wear it.

“Sasuke-kuuuun! What are you doing to that girl?!” The second face demanded.

“Girl? What girl?” Naruto strained his neck, trying to look around then glanced at the back seat as if expecting a girl to pop out of no where.

It was now obvious to Naruto that both were girls – insane fan-girls. He’d encountered them in his lifetime. But he had yet to see them as forceful as these were. He squinted, trying to make their faces out. The one opposite of him, the one by Sasuke’s window, seemed to have…

‘Pink hair? Aww come-on! That is sooo last year punk-chic!’

The other had blonde hair. It was so obvious it was dyed with peroxide because her eyebrows looked to be a different colour.

“Hey you! Get your hands off my Sasuke-kun!” the girl with the blond hair yelled.

“What are they talking abo – ARGH! Son of a –” Sasuke’s foot accidentally hit the horn in the steering wheel causing it to beep and mask out Naruto’s voice. Just as well, because he’d have been hearing an earful from Naruto.

Confused? (I know I would be…somewhat) Let’s rewind…


After Naruto had begged Sasuke to show him the way to school, they’d gotten into his car after several proclamations of…
“Duuude! You have a car?!”
“That is totally awesome!”
“Leather seats and tinted windows! Kakooii!”

…And drove off with no hassle, except of course, Sasuke scolding Naruto for not putting his seatbelt on.
It was when they arrived at the school parking grounds – that’s where the trouble started.
After several attempts of trying to get the seatbelt off, Naruto had somehow managed to get the chord wound around himself in an entanglement and his finger stuck in the slot next to the release button. Sasuke had tried to help and had gotten himself in the entanglement as well.

His head was now smeared across Naruto’s chest with his necklaces trying to embed themselves in his cheek. One of his arms had found its way behind Naruto and the other was caught in his own seatbelt ([1] you know the saying: “Pull the stick out of your eye before you try to pull out someone else’s’”).
His right foot was up against the window and the other was somewhere near the gas pedal.
He was in a rather uncomfortable position and the gear was poking him in places he’d rather not say.

Naruto, though, was in a better situation, if you count out the fact that he was being strangled by his own seatbelt and his index finger, which was now red and swollen, being forced out by one – “troubled-but-not-showing-it” – Uchiha. A generous amount of his “longer-than-necessary” hair was caught in the window when Sasuke’s wandering leg had brushed against the “close” button. It was now being tugged by this Ino girl – and hard – which was the cause of his ear-splitting scream.

Now you got the [2]sprinkles, let’s continue.

“Naruto…Naruto! Are you ok?” Sasuke’s voice was muffled by Naruto’s chest but it was still interpretable.

“Noooo!” he sniffed.

Sasuke craned his neck to the limit so he could look up when he felt something wet and warm drop and slide down his forehead.

“Good, get the gel.”
‘What a wuss! Guess those aren’t contacts, they would have fallen out by now along with his tears…’

“You…” sniff “inconsiderate…” sniff-hiccup “bastard!”

“Whatever, just…get the gel already!” he shifted a little so it looked, now, like he was being cuddled by Naruto. (Which was, like, sooo not the case! Totally!)

“NANIII?!” everyone in that area winced at the high-pitched scream that tore itself from the pink-haired girl’s mouth. In the next three seconds she’d removed herself from that window, walked around the car to Naruto’s side and tried, to no avail, open the door and pound his face in for daring touch what was hers, and right before her very eyes!
‘The nerve of this…this cheap…whore!’ she mentally screamed. Frustrated that she couldn’t get the door open, she settled, instead, on pulling Naruto’s hair forcefully along with Ino. Naruto screamed, and cursed…then screamed some more.

“What’s going on here?” a deep silky baritone asked.

“Neji!” the two girls both shouted.

Sasuke groaned. He didn’t need this.
‘Hyuuga would be sure to use this against me!’

“Some cheap whore,” a strong pull of the hair, “is doing things to my Sasuke-kun!”
“This girl here,” a tug of the hair, is doing something to my Sasuke-kun!”
They both declared at the same time, and then glared daggers at each other.

“No Ino-pig, he’s mine!” Sakura argued.

“No one wants a girl with a forehead as big as yours! Give it up already!” Ino argued back.
And so on and so forth…
‘Girl?’ Neji mused. He was well aware of Sasuke’s preferences even though he himself seemed to be in denial. And he was also aware that whom ever this girl may be, she was the first person, apart from Sasuke himself, who had rode in his car. Now he was intrigued.

“Sasuke, you bastard!” pull, “Tell your stupid girlfriends to stop,” tug, “pulling…at…” yank, “MY HAAAIR!!”
Everyone stopped what they were doing to cover their ears…well except for Sasuke, he really couldn’t even if he’d tried, which was unfortunate because he was right next to Naruto.

“You don’t have to yell, moron, I’m right here!”

“Yeah? Well ask for their help! I can’t breathe properly and my arms have gone numb!”
Sakura was about to reach out and yank the clump of hair that still hung from the window when she was gently pushed aside.

“Uchiha…” a new face appeared at the window. Pale gray eyes widened slightly as they met cerulean blue and at the scene beyond the tinted screen.

“Hyuuga…” Sasuke’s attempt at trying to come of calm and collected failed…miserably!

“Uchiha, what are you –” he begun, but was cut off by Naruto’s desperate plea.

“Help! Help us stranger! My – OW!”

“Shut up! We don’t need anyone’s help!” Sasuke hissed whiles releasing Naruto’s backside from the pinch.

“So you wanna stay here, like this?!” Sasuke found that he actually didn’t mind staying here like this. He breathed in deeply and inhaled Naruto’s fruity scent. But let’s be reasonable. The gear was really irking him and the arm caught in his seatbelt was sure to have lacerations, “if I have to spend another minute in here, I’ll die from lack of oxygen. So pull that stick out of your ass and ask for help, got-damn you!” he struggled a bit trying to find a comfortable position.

“Look, I can handle this myself – if you’d just stay…still!”
Just as he said he would, he handled it himself. Miraculously, he’d managed to disentangle his left arm from his seatbelt to get the gel. He then proceeded to grease up Naruto’s fingers, which he made a mess of because he could not see what he was doing, so he could pull them out and press the release button, “Try it now.”

Naruto’s fingers slid out with the aid of the lubrication. He winced when he clenched and unclenched his fists to get the blood flowing through properly. He pressed the button again, making sure to keep clear of the slot next to it, re-wound it round himself, which took time because his head was inclined to the window, and helped Sasuke off him. They were both slightly winded and took the time to re-collect themselves until Naruto realized something.
“Open the window before those savages go at it again, my hair is still stuck outside.”

“Hn.”
They failed to notice the set of pale gray eyes that watched the scene, particularly, the blue-eyed blond, from the outside. He stepped back when the window was opened and trained his eyes for a better look at this newcomer.

‘Beautiful…but, this is not a she.’

Naruto growled viciously at the two girls when he retrieved his hair and massaged that part of his scalp that had been terrorized. They flinched involuntarily.

“Th-That is so un-lady like!” Ino said, “Sasuke-kun, who is this girl?”
Sasuke, Naruto and Neji sweat dropped. Were they really that blind?

“I’m not a girl you bi –”

“Naruto…” Sasuke warned.

“What?!” he whipped his head round to face Sasuke causing his hair to fan out briefly before they fell back down to his shoulders to frame his lil’ pretty face.

“The office…now!”

“Don’t tell me what to do, bastard!”
The audiences’ jaws dropped. Who was this girl and how dare “she” talk to Sasuke that way?!

“Mind your tongue, slut! I don’t know what Sasuke-kun sees in you. You’re loud, obnoxious, rude and-eh? Why are you wearing boy’s uniform?” Sakura asked. Ino was too busy trying to glomp Sasuke to bother insulting the new comer.

“Because, you slow-incompetent-insane-driven-over-protective-rabid-insecure-little-bopper of a fan girl,” he paused, took in a long, deep breath and shouted, “I’M A BOY! Geddit? A B-O-Y! Boy!”
That was when Ino stopped trying to hug Sasuke and turned to Naruto and Sakura. Their eyes dropped to Naruto’s chest which was still opened, exposing a wide expanse of well-toned muscled, tanned chest. For the first time in history, Ino forgot about Sasuke and drooled at the heavenly sight. Sakura glared but deep inside that twisted little mind of hers, she found herself admitting that yes, Naruto was quite attractive. Too bad he didn’t know it.

“You’re not a girl?” Ino asked whiles still in la-la land.

“Oh-for crying out loud, what did I just say?” he took deep breaths to calm himself down, “Sasuke, infirmary please. I need to get these bandaged up, then we can get my schedule.” Sasuke nodded, glad for the distraction. He locked the car, grabbed Naruto’s arm and pulled him into the building, well aware of all the sets of eyes that stopped to stare. Ino, Sakura and Neji refused to leave until they found out more about Naruto. They found themselves listening to Naruto’s life story whiles he got his fingers bandaged up. They didn’t pay the nurse no mind even though she was blatantly eavesdropping and blushing every time Naruto would glance at her with a smile. Naruto told them Why he moved here, his only family – Tsunade Baa-Chan – he’d called her, and his favourite meal, Miso pork ramen; any kind of ramen actually. Ino and Sakura couldn’t help but laugh at some of his stories – the pranks he pulled on this gran of his. Sasuke thought they were juvenile and stupid but he smirked all the same, Neji thought it was very amusing but you wouldn’t catch him laughing (he did chuckle though but if you asked him he’d say he was coughing!). Though he’d blush unknowingly whenever Naruto directed one of his billion-dollar smiles his way and he noticed for the first time in the short lapse he’d known Naruto– he had dimples!

Ino had offered to show Naruto to his first class when they had gotten his schedule but backed down when Sasuke glared kitchen knives at her.

“You have the first class with me, usuratonkachi.”

“Don’t…call me that!” Naruto growled under his breath.

They parted ways. Sakura and Ino went one way, Neji went…reluctantly, the other, whiles throwing Naruto one last (longing) look. Students passing them in the hall spared them a glance…No, I lie, they stared at them like there was no tomorrow.

“Take a picture, it will last longer – Mofos!” Naruto had yelled at them. Sasuke mentally agreed. He’d often felt like saying that, but thought twice about it. It would be too un-cool. For once, he was glad Naruto was loud and spoke his mind.

The late bell rang when they reached homeroom. Sasuke threw open the door and walked, calmly, to his seat. The class, which had been busy chattering, grew silent as they assessed the blond boy that stood, unsure, at the door, playing with the hoops in his left ear.

“Ah! You must be the new student. Come in, come in. Don’t be shy,”
Naruto’s cheeks turned a rosy colour as he walked in, slowly, to the teacher’s desk, “I’m Iruka Umino. You may call me Iruka-sensei or Umino-san. What may we call you?” Naruto turned to face the class so they could get a good look at his face…and his chest. Already the boy-crazy girls in the class were chattering excitedly, grinning widely as if it was thanksgiving and they’d just found the perfect turkey.

“The name’s Uzumaki Naruto, best remember it! Or you’ll have to answer to me, believe it!” some boys in the class snorted at his bravery whiles others found it amusing, if not naive. One, in particular, raised his head to look at him.
‘Interesting…’

Naruto flicked the hair from his eyes and smiled the dimpled-cheek, billion-dollar smile. The girls that had repented from Sasuke and Neji’s fan club swooned. One random girl in the back fainted whiles another shouted,
“The Lord has sent us an angel!” In a pastor-like manner.
“Yezzir!” the others had chorused.
Naruto winked and gave them the thumbs-up. Which was really not a good idea because the girl that had previously fainted, fell into a fit and had to be carried off to the infirmary.

“What makes you so big, girly-boy? It’s bad enough we have the Uchiha and the Hyuuga, now you want to steal our women? Who the hell do you think you are?” a boy in the middle demanded. Naruto shook his head slowly, his hair swishing left and right.

“What is wrong with people in this school, do you have a hearing problem?” some students snickered at this, “I’m Uzumaki Naruto – That’s who I am. And if you don’t let it stick to ya head, I’ll kick your ass!”

“Oh yeah? What can a little guy like you do?” the boy taunted. Naruto grinned at the question. He’ll show them. He’ll show them good. He looked around for a piece of wood and grabbed the guider-stick that leaned on the teacher’s desk.
‘Sorry Iruka-sensei, but I can’t let this chance get away!’
With a grunt, he brought down his palm and broke the wooden stick in two.

‘Very…interesting…’

“That…” he paused and chucked the two pieces behind him. They, in return, fell obediently in the waste-basket that was conveniently placed there, “…will be your arm if you mess with me, believe it!”
The majority of the class sweat dropped and swallowed hard. The girls squealed and shouted phrases like:
“Kakooii! He’s so strong; he’ll protect me when we’re together!”
And,
“I’ll be your damsel-in-distress any day, Naruto-kun!”

“A-hem, errm…yes, impressive display of…yes, p-please, take a seat and allow me to do the register...” He nervously placed a hand on Naruto’s back, for fear of bringing his wood-breaking, kung-fu-ing wrath upon himself, and ushered him to a seat in the back next to the watching red-head. It was the only seat available. Yet still the cheering girls grew hush-hush, fearing for their “angel”. Sasuke tensed and glared at said red-head. He’d put his head down again, arms crossed upon his chest, he appeared to be sleeping – that was not so. He observed. He was always watching.
Naruto narrowed his eyes. He didn’t like the intense aura he felt around this guy and the way the atmosphere in the class had grew deadly silent and soundless, looking on with baited breaths as if expecting something really horrible to happen. He sat heavily in his seat and looked forward, glancing to his right every now and then at the red-head.
‘What’s with the eye-liner? Not cool…’

Three minutes passed in total silence with the occasional “here, sensei!” and “present, sir!” as Iruka took the register, wearily looking up to check if all was well. Indeed it was. It was as though, the red-head had not even noticed Naruto. When the class realised this, they relaxed and went about doing whatever it was that they were doing before – but that didn’t stop them from looking at that corner of the class every five seconds to see if Naruto was still intact. There was a reason why no one sat there, next to him. He was rumoured to have been in the Juvy-hall and back and he once hospitalized a student for looking at him the wrong way and sent another packing because he’d called him a “homo freak”. As far as people were concerned, he was a no-no. Even teachers steered clear away and didn’t once question why he played with sand in class or why he felt the need to set fire to people’s lockers if they had pictures of friends or family in them.

“Hey, what’s your name?” Naruto asked, trying to make conversation.

Silence.

He didn’t like the silence, it unnerved him because he was used to it being loud. He tried again, “Yo, you want some?” he’d taken out some sweets that he’d bought yesterday and offered them to the red-head.

Silence.

He frowned and nudged the red-head, waving the sweets under his nose. People who noticed this gasped. Sasuke made to stand up when the red-head raised his head slowly to look at Naruto.

He’d already examined him but up close he looked…he looked…he was…breath-taking and those eyes.
‘Rare…beauty…’
He found himself reaching out, slowly, to take the offered sweets when the bell went and most of the students rushed out, besides they would know if something happened, (the nosey ones stayed behind to see if a brawl would break out), Sasuke made his way to where they sat and glared at the red-head’s out-reached hand.
‘What is he up to? He hates sweets just as much, if not more, than I do. ’

“Sabaku-no-Gaara…” he hissed, venom lacing his words. (Yay, now we know his name so I don’t have to keep using “red-head”!)
Gaara dropped his hand and turned to face Sasuke with a glare of his own.
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