Good Boy Meets Bad Boy

Good Boy Meets Bad Boy


Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. If I did there would be yaoi and yuri in it.

Authors Note: Thanks for the reviews, guys! Much appreciated! Now, as for this chapter... Some of the Uchiha's behavior may seem a bit peculiar. Since [so far, if you've kept up-to-date with the manga] the manga/anime hasn't really delved into the Uchiha's, we can't really say what their actual personalities are like except for Sasuke and Itachi. We know Mikoto [Sasuke's mother] to be kind and gentle and Fukagu [Sasuke's father] to be a hardass. Other than that, there's not much we know about their day-to-day lifestyle, so I re-did it myself :D Now, most fics display Sasuke and/or the Uchiha's [mainly Sasuke] to be somewhat prudish. Despite the Uchiha's being unbelievably wealthy, I wanted to make them... well, kinda sorta your average family. The language you'll see from Mikoto - well, that's just plain funny. Anyway, please enjoy!

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Chapter 2

This Express Line Goes to Shit-hole [Part two]

[Sasuke's POV]

After four, long agonizing hours, we finally arrived at Konoha [barely in one piece]. My brothers began unloading the car first and I stood quizzically in front of the substantial apartment building - no, "condo" as my mother ecstatically put it - and just stared.

Four stories doesn't seem that big until you're standing directly in front of it, or from my point of vision, under it. The antiquish stucco was a light beige color with a dark green trim around the wide glass doors to the lobby. Up the set of five stairs, from what I could tell, it was softly lit with a gold, sponge-painted interior.

Being that it was a city, there wasn't a lot of greenery that wasn't manmade. Other than the few trees aligning the sidewalks and littering the inside of the condo, there wasn't much else to nature. Just cement and asphalt.

At least the apartment was nice.

The three of us were all sporting good-sized bruises of all colors from our brawl that ensued ALL four hours of our trip. I think I even had a flip-flop print somewhere on my head, courtesy of my mother who at many random times got in the middle of our fighting or even STARTED it herself!

"Hey Sasuke, you want to come over here and help us?"

I frown angrily at the building and hunch my shoulders a bit at the sound of my father's voice. "Yea, coming." As I make my way over to the crew, Itachi turns to me with an unwieldy-looking box and unceremoniously drops it into my arms. Off-centered, I hobble backwards to regain balance, but just end up tripping over a stray box and topple backwards and emit what could be interpreted as a girly squeak.

Konohamaru juts his head over a mountainous pile of boxes and asks, "Yo, you okay?"

I am by far MORE than irritated. That stupid, sunnova bitch did that on purpose! "Itachi, you dick!"

Itachi cants his head slightly over his shoulder, just enough to see me and gives me this simper, "My bad, Sasuke."

I'm about to open my mouth to further express my rage on behalf of my brother's stupidity, but I'm stopped by a hard slap of a flip-flop on the top of my head. I yell out in pain and clap both hands on the now imprinted mark and seethe at my mother, who returns the glare scornfully and then gives Itachi the same punishment. When Konohamaru laughs at our punishment, he receives the same treatment as Itachi and I did.

Once again, the three of us suffer equally.

"Sasuke-chan, watch your goddamn language. [Yes, she actually said that.] Itachi, stop fucking around and get those boxes in the house. And you, bratass," she turns briskly to Konohamaru, who quickly stopped his grinning despite being struck over the head with a shoe, "stop being a bratass."

"What'd I do?" Konohamaru squeaks, baffled that he was being lectured for acts he apparently didn't realize he committed. Mikoto just gave him another infamous glare and he scuttled off to gather up his belongings.

As I gather my own bearings and casually dust myself off, I look up to face Mikoto, who was staring me down. I honestly didn't want to know whatever it was she was going to tell or ask of me.

"Sasuke-chan, dear, why don't you just take your own things, set them up and head to bed."

I would have thought she was giving me special treatment had she not said the same things to Itachi and Konohamaru after I agreed.

I sighed and scooped the box up into my arms. This was going to be one hellova long night.


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I woke early, like usual, to eat breakfast where my mother had already unloaded all of her cooking and dishware [most likely during last night; I heard a lot of commotion] and was happily making something that smelled marvelous.

"Good morning, Sasuke-chan," she welcomes me with a chirp. She was unusually bright today, which for some reason didn't bode too well in my stomach.

"Mornin'," was my sleepy response as I settled myself into a chair where my father was busied in front of his laptop and Itachi silently drinking coffee. Itachi was NOT a morning person. I'm eyeing my older brother meticulously and he cracks an eye at my scrutiny.

He smiles at me, "Like what you see?"

Why does he have to be an asshole?

"Shutup," I growl out as Mikoto sets my own, special brew of coffee down in front of me. Taking a very SMALL sip I look back over at Itachi one last time. There's something on his face. I have to squint my eyes real tight, but if I do I can make out some sort of mint green residue. "Niisan, do you wear a night mask?"

Fukagu coughs none too quietly behind his laptop and I quickly look over at him. Itachi ruffles the newspaper he happened to be reading and quirks a thin, pretty eyebrow at me, "Yea? What of it?"

That wasn't quite the reaction I was hoping for from Itachi. Spitting of coffee, a blush, a yell or swear of embarrassment - something! Definitely something other than the honest truth. Hurling a ceramic mug of coffee at my head would have been better than that. I considered crossing my arms and pouting, but let it go quickly. Yes, it's my eternal job to make Itachi's life as miserable as I can, only because he does it in return -- or rather, I do it return.

"Nothing," I say and sip my coffee again, "just didn't know."

"I can recommend you a few brands if you'd like," Itachi begins and is cut off by a spray of coffee that he managed to thankfully block with his newspaper.

I clutch the handle of my coffee mug with a death grip and glare unforgivably at my brother. "Itachi~" I ground out the last syllable in his name with a warning that was signed DEATH.

"Right, you don't need it with that perfect complexion of yours," Itachi smiles innocently. "Of course," he just has to add in, "I don't either, it just gives me a more 'natural' appearance. It makes it look like I work hard to get this look rather than just being blessed with it. Ah, it pays to be beautiful."

"Itachi, SHUTUP!" I prepared to hurl my coffee mug at him when Mikoto interrupts.

"Sasuke-chan, you're going to be late for school."

I hault my next train of thought, which just so happened to involve Itachi and a sniper rifle. "What?" I'm by far confused, "You got my school transfer papers together?"

"Uh-huh, thanks to your dad."

I look to said man, who doesn't return my gaze. Not that I expected it.

"Ah, that was quick. Thanks dad," and he just nods for his response. My lips form a taut line. Not quite a frown, but more of a scowl to counter-act his silence.

Somewhere in the middle of my bickering with Itachi my mother had laid out breakfast for the three of us [Konohamaru was probably still sleeping since he didn't have school as early as I did - oh, he was just lazy too], so I begin eating it before it turns cold.

"So what school?" I ask between bites.

"Konoha High, of course," Mikoto answers matter-of-factly, indicating that I might be a little dense at times. I disregard that tone very quickly because the only thing that registered and managed to stay firm in my brain were the words "Konoha High."

Great.

That happy-go-lucky school with possible records of a shooting.

Setting the dishes in the sink and thanking her for breakfast, I turn from the hallway back towards the kitchen and ask, "My uniform?"

"I put the package in your room last night after you went to bed."

"Aa, thanks," I say and disappear.

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The blazer fit perfectly, but the white button-up and pants were a bit snug, which didn't float too well with me. I was going to have to exchange them later.

Other than that being a tad bit annoying, the interesting fact of my new school was that it had a uniform. I shrug on my school bag and give myself on last look over in the full-length mirror that was now nailed to my wall as of last night.

On my way out the door Mikoto kissed the side of my head, saying something about missing her "baby" and gives me my needed paperwork for entry.

Crazy woman.

The walk to Konoha High was a lot longer than my last school, so I was glad I left when I did. And I had to say that the walk proved to be much more amusing than that of my last one. Prior to the move, we lived in a suburban area, so there was much more greenery than there is here, but here I deal with stray cats, the homeless, crazies on bicycles and the occasional speeding taxi.

Unfortunately for me along the way of getting lost three times and nearly getting run over throughout my trip, I thought I finally made it to school and instead was bombarded and nearly molested by some homeless guy who thought I was his daughter.

If Itachi knew that happened he would never let me hear the end of it.

Finally, I make it to campus.

It actually didn't look all that different from most schools within the Fire Country. Just your average two-story high school with a fenced in roof and your typical gate that is locked after the first bell.

A flood of students pass me by and I feel practically every eye on me, which just made me feel like I was back at my previous school.

I had to say though, my former high school was a bit nicer than this one. Maybe it was the landscaping, or exterior of the premises. According to the clock tower, there was fifteen minutes before the first bell rings. That will give me plenty of time to get to the office, make sure everything is registered correctly, get my school schedule and start class.

As I make my way past a ring of girls, I manage to catch a few squeals and whispers that sounded like:
"Ooh, look at that cutie!"
"What a hottie, I'm so going to ask him for a date."
"Teehee, another bishounen on school grounds."

Bishounen? That's a new one.

There are several clusters of students: some male, some female, some both. I had to make my way through or around each and everyone of them, and I had to say, I felt awkward. I was wrong, it wasn't like being at my old school because there I was familiar with the hoards of students that gathered and watched me. Here, I knew no one.

I couldn't help but shudder at some of the unwelcome stares that passed me by. The breeze that sifted through the school grounds seemed colder than usual, sweeping up the brittle leaves of the newborn winter.

Maybe it was because the school wasn't located in the nicest of places. Konoha itself probably wasn't the nicest of cities within Fire Country. I was sure there was more well kept locations.

The thought of living here until I could survive on my own was baffling. I still couldn't grasp the fact my father had built a new site - here of all places.

Tattoos, body piercings, boys wearing make-up, girls holding hands with other girls and - are they doing what I think they are?

Unkempt uniforms, substantial jewelry, bandanas, kids smoking and probably doing a number of other things with the way they fanned bills and passed them back and forth. The list was endless to different styles I wasn't used to seeing among the populace of my age. Especially boys wearing make-up and visible tattoos. These kids had some on their faces for crying out loud. Had they no shame? There were quite a few intricate tattoos that looked like small teardrops under their eyes. I'm sure it had special meaning, unless it was some stupid fad that was going around.

I suppose I should be somewhat used to seeing males wearing girlish things with the way my brother acts. Like his stupid facemask, for instance.

This school was by far the biggest I've ever attended. It was airy and open, with a large staircase beyond the shoe locker area. I flip through my paperwork tediously and locate my locker number. Once I find what I'm looking for, I surf three different aisles before I stop at my small cubby. I lift the door upward with a shrill creak and I step out of my shoes and place them inside. The indoor shoes my mother ordered from the school had been tucked neatly into my schoolbag where they're withdrawn and slipped on. I close the door, after leaving it open for balance purposes, resituate my baggage and make my way to the office. Once my paperwork was settled I was escorted to my classroom just as the first bell finally rang in order to meet my homeroom teacher before class started.

I slapped on my usual, expressionless face to hide the anxiety that was mercilessly tearing through me. Uchiha's don't show fear - in fact, they hardly show emotion in the face of the public, or so that's what my dad usually goes on and on about, making sure that Itachi, Konohamaru and I don't embarrass him.

But the mask I wore to cover any possible emotion I happened to be feeling worked wonders. It kept me out of trouble - most of the time - and scared off those I didn't welcome - most of the time.

I take a swift glance behind me and my student escort, noticing that more students had piled into the shoe locker area in the welcoming parlor of the school now that the first warning bell had rung.

They say change can be good and there's no way out of this move, so I suppose I should try to think positive and make the bets of my situation. Right?

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End of chapter TWO! What'cha all think this time? :3 I know, I know, no Naruto yet – or any other favorable characters – I’m sorry, I promise I’m getting there!
Thank you readers for the reviews! They were much appreciated~ Please rate and review ;w;

*Ashlee-chii - LOL, yes, you DO have to love Itachi~ I love the sexy, dark and mysterious Itachi, but you have to think what he might be like if he let a lighter side of him out - after all, he wasn't so broody during their childhood, right?

*Nomme de Plume - Yes, Naruto is going to be labeled the "bad boy" in this story, cos you're right, Sasuke is the one that's usual the mean, stubborn broody character and Naruto is the typical bubbly, loud and sunny character. Not that Sasuke is going to be a "happy" character, but more innocent, if you will *gringrin*