"You Changed Me Into My Worst Fear"

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“Uchiha…” he replied calmly, though you could see in his eyes that he was not pleased.

“Naruto, get up. I’ll take you to your next class.” He said, not once breaking eye…a-hem, I mean glare-contact, with Gaara.

“Err…okay?” he packed his stuff and placed them in his book bag. As he stood up, Gaara reached out and caught his arm, “Eh?”
The students that lingered round, they would later claim to have been packing their stuff, stood still, watching intently and waiting for the fight to start. Some even pulled out their camera-phones, getting ready to film it and others gathered round a table to place bets.
(-Lol-, this actually happened at my school. When people find out there’s going to be a fight, they line up in front of the most popular boy in the class or the class clown, to place bets. It’s real funny).
Yes, it would make them plenty dough if they chose to sell it to the students on campus. They were disappointed and very shocked, however, when Gaara only reached out, with his other hand and opened his palm whiles looking at Naruto expectantly.

“Oh…the sweets!” Naruto exclaimed. He dove back into his bag for the ones he’d offered earlier and placed them in Gaara’s outstretched hand, “They actually taste better if you eat them with something sour. Like watermelon flavoured chewits!”

“See you around, Gadara!” he waved cheerfully and bounced off to the door. Gaara didn’t even bother correcting him. He was too busy looking down at the sweets as if they’d jump up and stab him with their sharp wrapper-edges and sticks. He never received anything nice unless they were self-destructing, booby-trapped or faulty. Sasuke glared harder and felt himself wanting to kill Gaara even more. For what reason, he knew not…actually, he did, he just didn’t want to admit it and wound his Uchiha pride.

‘I am not jealous…not jealous at all. They were merely sweets, I don’t even like sweets… yet still, he tried hard – with all his might – not to reach out and grab them back whiles screaming: “They belong to me! He meant to give them to me, not you!”
He shook his head.
‘This is ridiculous! Absolutely preposterous! Why do I care? Why should I care?’

“Oi, Sas’ke, you bastard! Quit staring at Gadara and show me to my class! Don’ wants to make a bad impression on my first day y’know!” people around him sweat dropped. Gaara switched at the littlest things that annoyed him, even smiling at him was considered a crime. Surely mentioning his name wrong was suicidal. It should be against the law! And, “Sas’ke-bastard”? Since when did he get off calling Sasuke, the prince of the school, that? But again, they looked on, shocked, when Sasuke only nodded and walked towards him whiles Gaara clutched at the sweets when they didn’t blow up or attack him, to his chest.

‘Naruto…Uzumaki, eh? I’ll…remember. ’
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Music was the only lesson Naruto looked forward to. He missed ‘kyuubi’ dearly and was disturbed by the fact that it was a guitar that had earned his concern. Now he was sitting in English, sucking on a lolly-pop and looking at the door, waiting for the teacher. Sakura sat on one side of Naruto and Sasuke sat on the other, glancing at his lips and the sweet every now and then and glaring butcher knives at anyone who’d try to approach Naruto in hopes of introducing themselves to the “new kid” and befriend him. After all, if Sasuke sat next to him willingly – actually he forced Naruto to sit next to him; he didn’t want a repeat of what happened in homeroom, I.e. Naruto handing random people sweets and not him, Even though he didn’t like sweets, it was the thought that counted! – They knew it was Sasuke’s way of approving. If Sasuke says he’s cool… (Err…what? He didn’t say it but they understand Sasuke-nese) – then he’s cool.
Naruto flicked the hair out of his eyes causing a number of girls in the class to fan themselves and squeal, and tapped his well kept finger nails – excluding the thumb which looked a bit rugged because he’d been biting them – on the table.

“What’s up with this teacher? Does he…or she even know it’s been thirty-five minutes since the bell friggin’ went?!”

“He’s always late then he comes up with the stupidest reason why he wasn’t on time!” Sakura said. As if on cue, the door opened and a grey-haired man walked in.
“You’re LATE!” Sakura shouted whiles pointing at the man.
Naruto raised a delicate blond eye brow.

“What’s with the mask?” he whispered.

“Have no idea, no one has ever seen his face…well that’s not true. Iruka-sensei has. They’ve been an item for a month now.”

“Eh? But…they’re…they’re both men. That’s a man, right?”
Sakura placed a hand on her lips to stifle the giggle.

“Yes. I think it’s cute.”
Naruto turned to look at Sakura as if she was sitting there eating eye balls on a silver platter whiles drinking bile.

“Ugh! Sakura-Chan, that’s disgusting!” Sasuke went rigid, “They’re both men, that’s not right. Besides, how would they…you know…?” Sakura laughed out loud at how innocent Naruto seemed whiles Sasuke felt his cheeks burning up. He turned left to look out the window in hopes of hiding it.

“Sorry I’m late class. The president called me just when I was about to – Well, well, what do we have here?” the voice came from in front of Naruto’s desk. He looked up to see the grey-haired, masked teacher looking down at him with a glint in his eye, “Aren’t we cute?” he reached out to stroke Naruto’s hair. Not a wise decision. Sasuke glared machine-gun bullets and Sakura blushed whiles trying to disguise her giggles as coughing. Naruto, however, was freaking out. It’s not everyday that you find out your English literature teacher was gay and he was coming onto you.

“Eh-eh! Hands off, you hentai! I’m not that kind of guy!!” he slapped the teacher’s hand away and scooted his chair backwards.

“Playing hard to get, are you? No matter, all the more interesting for me, sweetness.” He winked at Naruto with his one eye and waggled his brow suggestively. Naruto was horrified.

“S-stop kidding around wi-with me! I c-can get you ss-sued!” Naruto cried out. The teacher, unfortunately, was not fazed. He grinned under his mask and leaned over the table, reaching out. Just as he was about to stroke Naruto’s cheek, Sasuke’s hand shot out to grab his wrist. Frowning, he grinded out through gritted teeth,

“Kakashi-sensei, I think you’ve held the class up long enough. Shouldn’t we be getting on with the lesson?” that was not a question. It was a statement. And the glare implied that he get to it!

“Yare-yare, Sasuke-kun, aren’t we possessive. It’s nice to share once in a while, you know?” he teased, slightly aware of the bruising grip Sasuke had on his arm. He smirked triumphantly when Sasuke’s cheeks turned pink and he instantly dropped his arm and turned to look out the window.

“That’s not it!” he spat defensively, “We’re falling behind the other English literature class and I do not encourage failure!” he clenched his now shaking hands, though not from anger but from embarrassment, and internally hoped – no, wished, that none of the others had noticed his blush. Sakura, being the observant one of the group, noticed though and raised an eyebrow.

‘What’s going on? Sasuke-kun never get’s riled up. No one can get a reaction out of Sasuke-kun! Does Kakashi-sensei have something on him?’
“I agree with Sasuke-kun, we are falling behind and if we don’t catch up before the Christmas break, we will fail. There are still four term-papers that we have yet to complete and we haven’t even started the spring term-paper. It is long over-due!” Sakura gave herself a mental pat on the back.
‘Way to get on Sasuke-kun’s good side whiles still maintaining the whole clever-look thing! Yosh! Sasuke-kun will be so impressed! Take that, Ino-pig!’

Boy, how wrong she was, Sasuke only “hn-ed”.

Naruto was still getting over his panic attack.

The rest of the class were drinking in the scene. They were not really bothered. Kakashi occasionally made passes at the students but gave up when they refused him or run away to report to the head-teacher, who only gave them a wink and a, “Get in there Kakashi!”

“Whatever…tell me, cutie, what’s your name?” Sasuke’s jaw clenched.

‘This teacher! Ugh! Get away from him – I saw him first! Stupid pedo!’

“It’s Naruto Uzumaki – and I’m not cute! Boys aren’t cute! They’re handsome!”

“Indeed, you are…” Kakashi mused whiles stroking his chin thoughtfully.

“Your opinion doesn’t count – you’re a perverted man!”

“So sorry you feel that way, Naruto-kun. But maybe…I can change your mind? How about dinner Saturday night?”
Naruto was about to decline when Sasuke beat him to it.

“Shouldn’t that question be directed at a man by the name of Umino Iruka? Yes, your boyfriend?”

“Sasuke, you player hater, leave me to have my fun. Just because I approached him first!” Sasuke was fighting a very strong urge to gut this man right here and right now, “You can’t answer for him. So, Naruto-kun, what do you say?”

“HELL NO! Never! Heeeeen-TAI! I’m transferring from this class!”
Kakashi giggled behind his mask, (giggled? Wow, how OOC can he get? Nnn…he does giggle, when he’s reading them perverted books of his!), and turned around to walk to the front of the class.

“I don’t think you want to do that, Naruto-kun. That will make someone very depressed.” He sneaked a glance at Sasuke who only glared…(Yo, is there anything more lethal than machine guns? I’ll improvise)…who only glared…sharks…(no, I have to use weapons!)…He sneaked a glance at Sasuke who only glared swords whiles turning a nice shade of scarlet. (Hmm…yes, swords will do)

“Riiiight…” Naruto looked at Kakashi like, “what the f-ck?!”, and went back to devouring the forgotten lolly-pop. For some unknown reason, the class, thinking Kakashi was referring to himself, found this funny, so they laughed, which only confused Naruto more. He shrugged it off and turned to Sakura.
“Sakura-Chan, what do you think about me?” Sakura paused and tapped her chin. Sasuke’s hand ached from clenching his fists so hard.

‘Hmm…what do I think of him? He’s ok, I guess…no, he’s very attractive. But I only have eyes for Sasuke-kun!’
“Well…I think you’re very funny and…sweet.” Naruto gave her his billion-dollar smile.

“And my looks?” he asked and winked at her. Sakura blushed faintly.

“You’re very attractive, Naruto.” Sasuke couldn’t be more traumatized. Why couldn’t he be allowed to say that and have it be okay or normal? Life was so unfair!

“Yes…yes, I know this.” Naruto said smugly unaware of the daggers Sasuke was sending him and Sakura with his eyes. (Powerful things they are, his eyes. Wouldn’t want them on you, that’s fo’sho!)

“Pay attention people! As Sasuke and Sakura kindly pointed out,” he paused here and glanced at their table, “we’re falling behind, yes. But we can do something about it. I want you to group yourselves in three and work on the spring term paper. Not only will it be done faster, but it will be easier if you have other people’s opinions. Turn it into a survey and ask as many people as you can, inside and outside of school.”

“Sasuke-kun do you want to –”

“No…” he cut her off; he’d been hoping Naruto had asked him instead. Naruto frowned.

‘That was quite rude.’
“I’ll be in your group Sakura-Chan!” he smiled sweetly at her.

‘Damnit! How clueless can this moron get?’ Sasuke mentally cursed.

“Errm…I guess that’s okay. It’s a three-man group so…we need one more person though.” Sakura looked at Sasuke hopefully, trying to get her message across.

“What about that girl over there! She keeps looking over here and she seems pretty nice.” Naruto pointed at a girl with bluish-black hair and familiar pale gray eyes. She looked up when she felt the prickle on the back of her neck and turned around to see who was looking at her. Her face turned beet-red and she immediately looked down at her hands, fiddling with her fingers.

“Hinata-Chan?” Sakura asked.

“Hinata? That’s a very pretty name. She seems very shy. I’ll go get her.” He stood up and was about to walk towards her when Sasuke pulled him back down.

“That’s not necessary; I’ll be in your group.”

“Eh? But you said –”

“I know what I said, and now I’m saying yes, besides you need someone really clever in your team to balance things out. You’re weighing it down with your incompetence.”

“Naniii?!” Naruto shook with rage.

“Incompetence means stupidity, in case you did not know.”

“I know what it means, you ass! How very dare you?!” he smacked the table with his fist. Sasuke smirked, Naruto looked appealing when [3]flushtrated, especially when he was causing it.

“You see what I mean? Even your grammar is lacking.” Sasuke leaned back on his chair, enjoying the little scene our blond angel made.

“I hate you! You’re so mean!” Sasuke could not understand why that one phrase, I hate you!, made him feel so bad and unwanted. (But we know, don’t we?) He frowned a little before turning back around to look out the window.

“Yes well, I never liked you either!” was the only reply he could come up with. He grimaced at how childish it’d sounded.
Naruto turned the opposite away – that is, away from Sasuke – thrust his chin up, crossed his arms and “harrumphed”.

‘How childish, the both of them. Sasuke-kun was never this way! But no matter, Sasuke-kun is Sasuke-kun and I’ll still love him even if he was as childish as Ino-pig! ’

Naruto looked to the front of the class to see Kakashi reading an orange book and people already getting into their groups of three.
‘Icha Icha Paradisu? Why does that sound familiar?’ Kakashi looked up to see Naruto staring and winked. Naruto shuddered and shook his head slowly.

“Okay class. I want you to begin your draft of the term-paper now. Quickly, we only have ten minutes of the lesson left.” He then went on to explain what they had to do.
There were shuffling about as every one got situated and begun their work.

“Sasuke-kun, are you ok?” Sakura was worried. I mean, she knew Sasuke did not talk that much but now, as he sat there quietly, he looked troubled.
Sasuke glanced at her to show that he’d heard her, and then turned back to the window.
“Ok…shall we get started, Naruto?”
Naruto nodded and drew out his pencil, pen, ruler and a sheet of paper.
Seven minutes passed as they worked in silence. Sasuke’s work, being the perfectionist he was, was neat and well lined; he’d done a whole page and was on his second. Sakura, who was always trying to be creative to impress, had little designs on her paper – (little hearts of: “S.H + S.U 4eva”) – but she’d managed to do nearly a whole page of work.
Naruto, on the other hand, was baffled. He’d only written three lines and he was stuck. He sneaked a peek at Sasuke’s neat work and kissed his teeth.
‘Always gotta be the “Do-gooder”! What a Suck-ass! What the hell am I supposed to write? ’

“Get ready to pack away your things. Hinata will come around to collect your papers.”

“N-ne…Ka-Kakashi-s-sensei…? I…c-can’t do…” but poor Hinata-Chan, no one heard her. (She has to start speaking up a little, you know?)

Naruto cursed and threw his pencil down hard.
“Stupid term-paper trynna make a fool out of me!”

“No, Naruto. You’re just stupid. Three lines won’t get you far. I bet you’re the only one who’s done that little, dobe.” Sasuke teased. After he’d gotten quiet, Naruto had not said a word to him and he didn’t like it. He wanted them to be on speaking terms again even if it was just to insult each other; it still meant that he had Naruto’s full attention.

“Bastard!” he hissed at him, huffing and causing the hair in his eyes to shift upwards, “You’re a horrible person and you’re always so mean.” He finished and pouted. Sasuke opened his mouth to say something – anything, but nothing came out. (Sasuke, you fish, why are you so mean to Naru-chan?) Thankfully Hinata showed up to collect their papers.

“Sa-Sakura-Chan, N-N…Nar-Na-Naru-Naruto-k-kun, Sas-Sas-Sasuke-kun.” Only Sasuke noticed how she’d faltered on Naruto’s name (only because he was paying so much attention to detail) and how she looked down and fiddled with her fingers after she’d looked into his eyes. Sakura always thought Hinata was like this, she didn’t pay it no mind. Naruto, of course, was oblivious.

“Hinata-Chaaaan!” Naruto cried cheerfully. Hinata’s eyes widened. How did he know her name? Naruto flashed her one of his smiles and she felt her legs weaken. Oh dear Lord, not now. Legs, don’t fail her now!

“Nar…Narut-to-kun!” she blushed prettily. Naruto felt his cheeks colour too.

‘She’s so shy, it’s adorable.’
“Hinata-Chan, that’s your name, right?” he said, trying to be polite and get the girl to loosen up around him a bit more.

“H-h…hai!” she nodded a little and allowed a small smile to grace her lips.

‘Oh for the love of –’ Sasuke clenched his teeth and shoved his paper in Hinata’s arms. Hinata, who was not expecting this, squeaked in surprise and dropped the rest of the papers. Naruto glared at Sasuke.

‘He did that on purpose! The bastard!’
“What’s your problem?!”
Sasuke’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second before they returned to normal size. He looked at Naruto through lazy eyes, pretending to be un-preturbed.

“Nothing is my problem. I’d just wanted to remind Hinata…Chan…that other students will like to have their papers collected as well – not just you.” (Uuu-waaaah! I’m making Sasuke soooo mean!)

“Asshole –” he turned back to Hinata who was kneeled over, picking up the mess, “here let me help you with that, Hinata-Chan.” He got out of his seat and went round to help Hinata collect the papers from the floor.

“Ari-arigatou…Na-Naruto-kun!”

“Would…would you…errm…” Naruto paused, looked down and around, then back at Hinata.

“N…Naruto-kun?”

“Would…you-like-to-have-lunch-with-me?” Hinata could have sworn she was in heaven – or at least, having a dream…A very nice dream. Naruto had only been here one day and already he was becoming a sex-symbol to most of the girls – the ones who weren’t in Sasuke’s or Neji’s fan clubs – and a standing topic of all the students in the college because of the little incident with Iruka’s stick (get ya head out the gutters! Damn…) and Gaara. And…he was asking her to lunch! Sasuke who had over-heard their conversation, (You want the truth? he’d been eavesdropping, Shame on you Sasuke!) turned green with envy. Sakura thought it was sweet (not Sasuke getting jealous, no, she had no clue about that – but at Naruto trying to ask Hinata out and they both seemed quite shy of each other).
When Hinata failed to answer, because she had gone shock-still, Naruto looked back down, disappointed.
“It’s ok if you don’t want to go, I understand…” Sasuke mentally cheered, it was, of course, un-noticeable on his face. Hinata dropped back down from cloud-nine.

“N-n-no! Na-Narut-to-kun…I-I…w-would…li-like t-to have lunch…w-with you!” she said hurriedly. It was Naruto’s time to cheer mentally. Sasuke rolled his eyes.

“Yosh! What lesson do you have next? I’ll come pick you up before lunch?”

“A-art!” Hinata felt light-headed. This couldn’t be happening; it was too good to be true. The moment Hinata had seen Naruto in the infirmary this morning whiles helping the nurse there re-stock on plaster-aids, she’d fallen for him. Of course, they didn’t know she was there. She made herself scarce when she’d notice her cousin, Neji, walk in with him. They weren’t exactly on good terms. But she had listened to what he had said whiles hiding behind a curtain and couldn’t believe her ears when Neji had actually showed a good sign of emotion! She knew it was something more than fancy because she hadn’t exactly seen his face so she didn’t know if he was ugly or handsome, all she had to recognise him by, were the locks of golden-blond hair – No one else in this school had hair that colour and Ino’s was dyed – and his loud but cheerful voice. And now he was here, in front of her, talking to her and asking her to lunch!
Naruto finished tidying up the pile of papers and placed it on a random desk. Someone else could collect the rest later.

“Cool, I have art too! Walk with me.” He grabbed his book bag, pencil and Hinata’s arm; he had already packed his other things, and walked to her desk so she could get her things as well, oblivious to the dark eyes that bore holes into his and her back.

“Sasuke-kun, would you like to walk me to class?” Sakura asked sweetly.

“Whatever.” He walked away from her and towards the door, casting Naruto and Hinata one more dirty-look before he walked out.

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