Good Boy Meets Bad Boy

Good Boy Meets Bad Boy


Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

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Chapter 3

School from Hell

[Sasuke’s POV]

“Well, I’m sure he’ll be back soon,” was the embarrassed, but slightly irate excuse coming from the school’s secretary, who introduced herself as Shizune back in the office.

I already felt a horrid distaste for this school. I have been standing here, for like, ten minutes with students piling in the classroom door and seating themselves and the teacher STILL had not shown.

Honestly, what kind of teacher doesn’t show up on time for his own class?

No wonder this school is so messed up.

“I-it’s okay,” I pardon the flustered woman with a raise of my hands. "I’ll be all right, I’ll just go ahead and seat myself and wait for the teacher to arrive. I’ll give him my schedule then – Hatake-sensei, right?”

“Y-yes,” Shizune responds quietly, fumbling with her hands. Yes, how mortified she must be to have the son of the wealthy Uchiha Fukagu, CEO of Uchiha Corporation attending this shitty school and remains unable to do anything about the faculty’s carelessness.

Maybe I should have a brief word with the principal.

I feel something hit my feet and I stare down at a wadded piece of notebook paper. Slowly I raise tapered eyes at the culprit for tossing this at me to find a cluster of kids huddled together at their desks, snickering and whispering.

I scowl tightly.

“In any case,” Shizune pulls my attention away from the group and back to her, “feel free to contact me in the office if there’s anything you need, alright, Uchiha-san?”

“Aa, thanks.” And Shizune dismissed herself with a gentle slide of the classroom door. Now I was left alone with these hooligans without supervised authority. Great.

I clear my throat uneasily and slide into an available desk in the second row, not wanting to look like a goody-good for sitting in the front row. And at the same time, I didn’t want to harbor a seat in the back and start trouble. You know how kids feel about sitting in the “back of the class.” Kind of like “sitting in the back of the bus” too. I personally thought it was ridiculous, but…

Already uncomfortable with the arrangements of this new high school, I figured it was in my best interest not to start trouble with anyone. At least at my former school I didn’t have to worry about someone pulling a knife or gun on me for bumping into them.

There’s a sharp sound of chair legs scraping the tile floor, making me wince at the shrill noise. Looking up, I hear a giggle next to me and my eyes come locked on to a jade-colored gaze. Bright green eyes are batted at me sweetly, long lashes fluttering against the soft contours of a bubblegum pink-haired girl’s cheeks.

“Eh?” I noise quietly and am answered with another girly giggle.

Her uniform skirt looked like it may have been hemmed, and not in a way where it would have fit her better, or more comfortably. No, it was hemmed so it came to mid thigh, and that was standing, so naturally when she sat, it barely covered her ass. At least her top was okay.

My brow furrows a bit. There were a few girls like that back at my previous academy, but they were dealt with quickly.

She brushes an annoying strand of bright pink hair behind her ear quickly and smiles cutely, “Hey there, cutie. You’re new?”

“Yea,” I stress a little. Great, another fangirl? Just what I need.

She does a great job at displaying her immediate curiosity by wiggling in the chair excitedly, “I’m Haruno Sakura. And your name is…?”

“Uchiha Sasuke.”

“Aa~ no way! You mean, as in Uchiha, like, the big company?”

I nod my head once and she lets out a high-pitched squeal and throws fisted hands in the air.

“That is sooooo cool!” She exclaims loudly and suddenly leans in close – a bit too close for comfort – and gives me this sort of coy smile, “So, Sasuke-kun~”

Ugh, she called me by my first name.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

I was waiting for that question. “No.”

With an ecstatic clap of her hands she amiably says, “Sweet! So would you like to go out some time?”

I raise a thin eyebrow at her, “Go out?”

“Yea, like on a date or something?”

Before I can answer the boy-crazy girl, there’s a sudden yell and there’s a hand on Sakura’s cheek and another girl trying to shove herself in between us, “No way, forehead girl! I saw him first, you whore!”

Sakura growls and thrusts her arm forward and tries to push her rival away, who, from what I can see, is actually a buxom blonde with clear blue eyes. “Augh!” Infuriated, she yells, “Shutup, Ino-pig! Get away from me and Sasuke-kun, stupid blonde-bitch!”

Huffed and insulted, Ino finally pulls away and tosses a long pigtail of almost white-blonde hair over her shoulder. “Hmph!”

She turns to me briskly, giving Sakura no room to intervene and immediately introduces herself. “I’m Yamanaka Ino. Heir to the Yamanaka floral shop – best in Konoha!” She boldly proclaims and proudly presses a hand to her awkwardly busty chest. “Anytime you’re free, Sasuke-kun, I am,” and she offers me her cutest wink.

“Ino, you bitch! I asked him out first!” A very pissy Sakura yells, arched and hissing like an angry alley cat.

She turns bright, sky blue eyes to Sakura and sneers, “Like anyone would want to date a prissy little princess-bitch like you, Sakura. Everyone knows what a stupid slut you are, with what, that little gang-bang incident two months back?”

On normal circumstances, I’d get up and leave, all-together ignoring the situation, but surprisingly enough I’m about to stand and intercede their on-going battle when a shaky Sakura brashly stands and throws her right fist hard into Ino’s cheek.

There’s an eruption of gasps, squeals, and ooh’s all accompanied by wide eyes.

Holy…

That was uncommon for most girls I knew. I was completely aware of typical cat fights that involved screaming, swearing, pulling of hair, scratching and possibly slapping if it came down to it, followed by vengeful pranks, but not this.

I start to stand, “Hey, hold on now—”

“You fucking bitch, I swear to god I will kill you!” Sakura rages and is swiftly held fastened in the arms of an older-looking boy, who wore shades along with his uniform.

Dark eyes peered over the tops of the small, rounded frames, “Sakura, calm yourself before the teacher comes in.”

“Let me go, Shino. Let go! She deserves every bit she gets!” Yells Sakura, swearing up and down about how evil and cruel Ino was and something to the said blonde about how they used to be best friends and “what the hell happened to our friendship back then?” Among many other things I couldn’t quite interpret over the wracking sobs of a pain-stricken Ino.

Shino manages to calm the enraged Sakura and looks up to a tubby student, who had been sitting on his ass during the entire fight, watching in awe and eating a bag of potato chips hungrily. Or maybe boredly. “Chouji, take Ino to the infirmary.”

Said, chubby kid nods and whispers something to the struck girl and gets a weak titling of her head that looked like it may have been a nod. She wipes her tears on her uniform sleeve as Chouji helps her to a quavering stand and then escorts her from the classroom.


All is pretty quiet after Ino left and Sakura composed herself, save for the hushed murmurs throughout the classroom, which left me to assume that this wasn’t something that usually happens.

A little sigh leaves me and I find myself seated back in at my temporary desk.

“Sakura, are you all right?” Shino quietly asks her and gets a curt nod from the pink-haired girl.

Said girl quickly faces me and her eyes have a different mist about them. There’s a pleading look to them. “Um, about all those things Ino said – Sasuke,” she stammers, “please forget about them! Please? Okay?” She’s practically begging me and I can see the tears already forming back in the lower lashes of her eyes.

Startled, I nod to her and reassure her, “Yea – sure, okay.”

Sakura smiles brightly under her heated face and wipes the newborn tears onto her clothed arm and mutters a quiet, “Thanks.”

I guess I had been so utterly distracted with the mess that just happened that I failed to hear the classroom door quietly open and slide shut.

There’s a sharp kick to the back of my chair and I jerk forward from the sudden pressure. “Hey. You’re in my seat.”

Alarmed, I whirl my head around to look over at my aggressor to meet a very irritated set of mint-green colored eyes. They looked like Sakura’s, but paler and surrounded by a thick line of what was thought to be eyeliner. My assailant was another student standing behind me with his arms promptly crossed over his chest and a soft face surrounded in a thick mess of spiky red hair. But the feature that stood out the most was the intricate red tattoo etched on the left side of his forehead [his left, my right] that symbolized “love” in kanji.

The question of how bad did that hurt passed through my head as I found myself locked in his emotionless stare. I didn’t like the challenging glare he was giving me.

Once again, before I can properly defend myself a fired up Sakura interjects, “Hey, watch it Sabaku! You don’t know who you’re messin’ with over here!”

Said redhead finally breaks his fighting stare down with me and looks over to Sakura. Though the expression doesn’t differ much and no words come from his mouth, Sakura easily interpreted it to be a question as she answers him.

“That’s Uchiha Sasuke-kun!” She jabs a finger at me in her indication. Why she needed to point at me, I wasn’t so sure. This Sabaku-kid already knew what person she was talking about.

“Uchiha?” A very faint brow rose on the redhead’s forehead in question.

Sakura replies with haste, “That’s right! Uchiha as in Uchiha Corp.! So you better watch yourself,” she says with warning.

The redhead’s eyes are on me again and I feel myself inwardly shudder at the iciness of his gaze. “Uchiha, huh?” he asks, to more of himself as he pins me down with his stare. “That doesn’t change the fact you’re in my seat,” he states matter-of-factly. My eyes narrow defensively.

“Since when do you care where you sit, Gaara?” Sakura miffs, leaning close to me protectively. “When sensei’s not here you don’t even show up half the time, so just lay off!”

Gaara steps between us with lightening speed, catching both me and the pink-haired girl off guard. He grabs her upper arm and gives it a tight squeeze and cants his head in close towards her face, “Watch it, Sakura. You seem to keep forgetting your place. Remember who you belong to,” he grits out.

“I don’t belong to anybody,” Sakura just as lowly spits back and looks about ready to take a bite out of his dollish face.

Gaara’s dark-ringed eyes taper dangerously and he pulls her close to him and warns, “I’ll tell Uzumaki.”

For the first time since meeting Sakura, despite her fight with Ino and brave ramblings to Gaara did fear spike up in her eyes. She tenses visibly and then relaxes in his grip. Taking note of the girl’s submission, Gaara releases her with a grunt, “Hn.”

“All right everyone, I’m here, so take your seats,” a voice lazily rings out from the front of the classroom.

Once again, I had been so spaced out from the random events that I didn’t hear the teacher come in. Finally! About goddamn time this guy showed up! Who the hell does he seriously think he is, leaving me alone with these clinically insane people! Especially this Gaara-kid.

Gaara smirks very faintly at me and tips his head away in a scoff, “See ya ‘round, Uchiha.” He wanders away from our desks and moves towards the back to occupy his own desk until the teacher took notice of the misarranged seating.

I grimace, my teeth strained against each other as I slowly crane my neck to the front of the class where the teacher notices me for the first time.

He sets down his things and pulls his nose out of a bright orange-colored book and blinks once, “Oh? And you are?”

I stand at my cue for introduction and gather my schedule in hand. “Uchiha Sasuke,” I tell him, approaching his desk confidently and offer the piece of paper given to me by the office.

He takes it with a nod and looks it over curiously, “Aa, so you’re the new student we were expecting.”

“You’re late, baka-sensei!” Sakura yells loudly, slapping her hands on the desk to display her great displeasure at the teacher’s tardiness.

The silver-haired man just chuckled and rubbed the back of his head nervously, “Well, you see, a water pipe broke in my bathroom and flooded the whole house to the point of me near drowning and—”

“LIES!” She loudly proclaims with an angry point of her finger. The class just either rolls their eyes or laughs at the predicament, telling me they were obviously used to this sort of thing.

“Maa, maa, I’m here now, so chill out.” He turns to me and gives me a friendly grin, though it’s hidden behind a medical breathing mask – you know the kind people often wear if they’re sick with cold or flu? “It’s nice to have you in our class, Sasuke-san. I apologize for my tardiness, I hope everything was all right for you during my absence?” He gives a suspicious look to the class, noticing the close proximity that both Sakura and Gaara had to me when he entered.

“Everything was…” I pass a brief look to Gaara, who just gave me a glare of caution, “…fine.”

“Good.” He says and claps his novel shut, “I’m Hatake Kakashi, you can call me Hatake-sensei.” I nod and he looks over the seating arrangement, noticing the large number of absences for the day, “Well, Sasuke, you can just pick a seat, I suppose,” he scratches his head quizzically. “Gaara, you’re not in your correct seat, as usual,” said redhead just gave him an “I-don’t-give-a-shit” look.

“Uh, that’s because I was sitting in it, sensei,” I meekly state, glancing behind me minutely, but not getting a look in return from the mentioned.

Kakashi shakes his head, “No, that wasn’t his previously assigned seat either, Sasuke. Maa, it doesn’t matter. It seems as usual there’s a great number of people missing again.”

So half these kids just don’t even bother showing up, like Sakura said about Gaara. I give a sigh of defeat and give the teacher my thanks before resuming my seat next to Sakura.

I glance to the pink-haired girl as Kakashi began roll call and look her over. She appeared to be calmed down now; less rattled from when Gaara entered.

That look in her eyes portrayed immense fear. He mentioned the name, “Uzumaki.” I wonder who that was?

“Let’s see now, Aburame?

There’s a quiet, “Here” from Shino sitting towards the back by the windows.

“Akimichi?”

“He took Ino to the infirmary, sensei,” Shino stonily stated and earned a nod from the teacher.

“Aa, so I’ll mark both present, thanks Shino.” Shino only gives him a tilt of his head for an answer. “Guh… absent, absent, absent,” Kakashi mutters to himself uncertainly. “Uh, Haruno?”

“Here, sensei,” Sakura chirps, her usual cheeriness back from when I first met her. Well, I suppose that’s good.

“Inuzuka?”

Silence replies back to him and he clucks his tongue. “Absent, again,” and he looks sharply up at Gaara, “You know where he is, Gaara?”

Gaara just sniffs at him arrogantly, “And why the hell would I know where dog-breath is?”

“It was just a question Gaara, mind your language,” Kakashi warns, giving him a stern stare. When Gaara looks away, obviously ruffled, Kakashi just mutters another absent and checks said boy off the list.

As Kakashi continues his roll call I lick my dry lips before leaning over towards Sakura’s desk and ask in a whisper, “Why are there so many people absent?”

Sakura blinks and a bright blush almost the same color of her hair tinges the gentle hue of her cheeks. She seemed taken aback I acknowledged her after the messes before class. She smiles and shakes her head to herself and says, “It’s a wonder.”

“Huh?” I’m officially confused now.

“It’s always like this,” she reassures me, “it’s usually those stupid boys that are absent.”

“Like Gaara?”

Sakura outright laughs, which halts Kakashi’s listing of names and peers over at the her. Sakura quiets and the teacher continues. Giggling more softly now, she grins at me and murmurs, “Yea, like Gaara.” She seems surprised that I had said something like that about Gaara. Then again I kinda surprised myself. I was thankful down deep the mentioned redhead didn’t hear me; otherwise I may no longer be living. “Inuzuka Kiba is another one notorious for being absent all the time – Hyuuga Neji too.”

“Do they all go here?” I ask quietly, my eyes shifting about the room in precaution.

Sakura nods, “Yea, they do. Neji’s in a higher grade though; he’s a second year.” I nod, trying to take in as much information about this place’s habits as I could.

“Sabaku – yea, I know you’re here,” Kakashi mutters and checks his name off, not giving Gaara any time to respond.

Sakura and I pause our conversation as Kakashi continues rambling names. Finally, I begin, “So why are they absent all the time?”

“They’re a part of a gang as far as I know,” Sakura darkly says, a hint of depression marring her usually cheery voice. I shamefully bite my lip, instantly recalling what Ino said earlier about a “gang-bang” when she was talking to Sakura.

Obviously there was more to it, but it wasn’t really any of my business and I knew it probably wasn’t something Sakura would be willing to share. And to be perfectly honest, I probably was better off not knowing.

“A gang? Does the school know?” Sakura nods to my questions and that makes me a little angry, “Why doesn’t the school do anything?”

She gives me an awkward sounding chuckle and asks, “And what can the school do?”

“They can expel them for one,” I declare with a cross of my arms and narrowing of my eyes. That’s just plain ridiculous. It’s no wonder this school has such a bad rep; it’s because they hold on to these students that don’t give two shits about the world.

“Hah, like that would do any good. I don’t even know why half these kids put up with this school – it’s not like half of them are forced to go. Broken families, orphans, delinquents… Only a few of us go to school because we either want to or are forced by our parents.” Sakura sounds depressed and I felt equal to her tone.

“Uchiha, you’re here…” Kakashi mumbles, pen flitting across the paper. “Since Yamanaka’s already here, last is… Uzumaki?” He looks up from the list and silence greets him and Gaara has this knowing smirk on his face. Kakashi attenuates his eyes, but disregards Gaara’s look, “And as usual, not here.”

And as usual? Uzumaki? The same Uzumaki Gaara was talking about?

“Oh, right,” Sakura giggles nervously, “and there’s another one of them; the leader.” I give her a skeptical look. She looks at me and smiles, but I can’t read the expression on her face around her false simper. “Uzumaki… Naruto.”


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FIN! :D ooooh a cliffy! *shot*
Yes, yes, I know~ We still haven’t gotten to see Naruto yet – I promise you he’ll show soon, hopefully by the next chapter >_>llll
But at least I’ve introduced other favorable characters, right???
How’d you like Sakura and Ino together? X3
And remember, they’re all wearing traditional Japanese school uniforms. I plan on doing an actual doujin of this ficlet, which of course links will be posted for your enjoyment!
So what, we have Shizune, Kakashi, Ino, Sakura, Shino, Gaara, and a little bit of Chouji that we’ve seen so far?
Please rate and review and tell me what you think!

*Meow – Yes, you are definitely right about Naruto – besides, it’s time for a little change in the Naruto world, right?

*ursweetheartless – lol, thanks!

*sonic_stage98 – Thanks, I really appreciate the comment! *o* Yes, Sasuke is going to be the one to end up falling for Naruto first, because Naruto’s not going to know what to do with his emotions, lol, poor little kitsune XD

*animehead – Oh, so many possibilities with Naruto being the bad boy, which I’m hoping I’ll get to express *drool* And yea, the interaction with Sasuke and his family will progressively get MUCH better, lol