Good Boy Meets Bad Boy

Good Boy Meets Bad Boy




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Chapter 7

Project Zero: Bio Hazard

[Naruto’s POV]

Great. Just fucking great.

Promptly I cross my arms over my open blazer and sink back farther – if it were possible without falling on the floor – in my chair and give a big grunt of clear disapproval. I sweep blue eyes to a certain spoiled-annoying-Uchiha and find him sitting stolidly in his seat. He looked like if he were to be touched, even the slightest prod and he’d crumple in a heap on the floor.

Okay, I know I’ve done a LOT of bad things in my life, but this deemed the worst punishment ever.

The Uchiha catches my gaze and I look away sharply, redirecting my powerful, evil glaring right at that bastard Kakashi. He’s looking right back at me and has this knowing smile creepily hidden under that stupid mask he always wears.

That bastard.

He knows EXACTLY what he’s doing. He’s doing this to get to me. I flip a not-so-nice finger at him and he waves one back [much kinder than my own] in a tsk-tsk manner.

Frustrated I go back to just pouting with my arms crossed.

Stupid, dumbfuck ova teacher.

I glance over my shoulder to look at Kiba and Gaara, who’re exchanging small talk – and really small – because Kiba’s really the only one speaking, Gaara just nodding his head every so often cos he’s a prick like that.

Gaara doesn’t speak unless he feels obligated to, because when he does nothing nice comes out.

Rolling my eyes I turn back around and look back to the Uchiha, who was being prodded by Sakura. My eyes narrow. I was going to have a little chat with Sakura in order to find out what her relationship with the Uchiha was.

Cos I’ll be fucking damned if I let those two get too close.

When Kakashi tells us to go to the library for the rest of our study period to start our new “group project,” Kiba was chatting my ear off and Gaara was asleep on my other side, pillowed in my arm while the Uchiha hid behind a wall of books and proceeded to effectively block the three of us out.

Which, to be honest I had NO problem with that, no matter how irritating and how much I hated the Uchiha.

When Kiba took note of me not paying any attention to his rambling, something or other about his new puppy he was going to bring tomorrow, he sends a very pissy glare at a certain, hiding Uchiha and promptly shoves his books clear off the desk.

Startled, Sasuke looks up from a book he had himself preoccupied in, irritably reminding me of a certain, silver-haired, numb nut teacher of ours. Fixing a death glare on Kiba, Sasuke grits out, “What did you do that for?”

Kiba slouches into his hand and responds non-chalantly, “I’m bored,” and his eyes circle briefly to the ceiling and then looks back to the Uchiha and grins cheekily, “and you’re cute.”

There’s a mixture of feelings on Sasuke’s face, like he’s not sure whether to be flattered or totally grossed out.

Kiba’s a fucking moron, I swear.

Sasuke goes back to carefully eyeing his book before looking back at the three of us, only meeting two gazes being that Gaara’s still soundly snoozing. Lazy bastard.

“So…um,” Sasuke’s not sure where to start and he chews pensively on the tip of his thumb. “We gotta do this project-thing, so…” It didn’t take a fucking genius to figure out where Sasuke was trying to go with this, but the concept of him actually thinking and/or agreeing to do this retarded-ass assignment was asinine.

Noticing that we weren’t really jumping up at the idea, Sasuke noisily sets his book down and bravely says, “Look, I’m not failing because you guys don’t want to do this! I don’t want to do it either, but I refuse to let you guys screw my future up!”

Kiba blinks minutely and I have to say I’m actually astonished the Uchiha keeps managing to stand up to me – us.

“Whoa-ho, touch-y!” Kiba retorts and eyes Sasuke closely from across the desk. Folding his arms over on the surface comfortably he leans over it and smiles lecherously at the Uchiha, “You can come over my house and learn about my history, Sa-su-ke-kun~”

I twitch involuntarily and Sasuke jumps in alarm when Kiba’s forehead connects with the desk. Lifting my hand off Kiba’s head, I harrumph loudly and angrily fold my arms across my chest, waking Gaara in my fury.

“You’re LOUD, Uzumaki,” Gaara groans tiredly, crossing his arms over the table and burying his face there.

Before I can say anything Kiba screams, “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!”

“Cos you’re fucking retarded! And cos I can!” I yell just as loudly, standing briskly out of my chair and thrust my face into Kiba’s while indignantly flipping him the bird.

Sasuke juts his arms between us suddenly and pries us away from each other while we duke it out in a battle of who can glare the hardest. “Cut it out you two,” he hisses quietly, “we’re in the library!”

I glance at the Uchiha and fix another hateful glare at Kiba before shrugging Sasuke off. Kiba inches himself behind Sasuke and sticks his tongue out at me childishly.

How fucking mature.

I stick mine out right back at him.

Sasuke quietly sits back down in his seat and straightens the books Kiba had earlier knocked over while dog-breath takes a very comfy and close seat next to him.

Fucking prick.

Obviously unnerved, Sasuke politely clears his throat when Kiba drapes an affectionate arm around his shoulders. Peeling his arm off, Sasuke begins, “Well, as Kiba suggested, we should get together at someone’s house to do this. Because we’re not going to be given free time during school every day.”

“Well no shit Sherlock. And even if they did,” I say while slumping into my hand boredly, “I don’t even come to school half the time anyway. I only come when I’ve got nothing else better to do.”

The Uchiha just kinda gives me this “well no duh” look and shrugs Kiba’s arm off again that just seems to keep reappearing there.

I don’t get this kid really. I mean, we roughed him up yesterday, let Kiba molest him, threatened and TRIED to take him for ransom and he’s talking to us like nothing happened – well, sorta.

Sasuke hisses at Kiba to stop and only gets a mischievous chuckle in return. Turning to me in tired desperation, he asks, “Look, we NEED to get together at SOMEONE’S place. What about Gaara’s?”

“Hell fucking no,” comes a muffled voice and we’re all met with a very pissy redhead. I knew Gaara would object. Out of Neji and Kiba, I’m the only one who’s ever been to Gaara’s estate.

Yes, estate.

He’s filthy, fucking rich just like Neji and Sasuke.

Damn wealthy bastards.

Sasuke purses his lips thoughtfully and idiotically asks, “Why not? What’s wrong with going to your house?”

Gaara sluggishly lifts his head from his arms and bores a hole through Sasuke’s forehead. Sasuke inches back in his seat a bit as if trying to escape the radiation of Gaara’s burning gaze. “Because I fucking said no. You got a problem with that, Uchiha?”

Sasuke sighs and replies with a soft no, letting the demon rest once more. “So Gaara’s house is a no.” Gaara grunts and Sasuke takes a chance at looking at Kiba who is giving him the puppy-dog look and averts his gaze to me, “What about your house?”

I freeze.

My house? If you can even call it that. My place was our regular hang-out if we weren’t outside. There’s nothing special to it, it’s just a one-bedroom, one-bath apartment in a rundown building; third floor.

I stare hard at the Uchiha. So hard I thought I might die of an aneurysm.

“Why my place?”

Sasuke gives me this look suggesting I was a total moron. I twitch inwardly and give him a firm glare. “Because you were going to ROB me yesterday?”

Oh, right.

I grunt and cross my arms across my chest indignantly, all the while glowering at the Uchiha.

“Sasuke~” Kiba pathetically whines, “My house?”

“No,” Sasuke flatly says and gets a jaw-dropped look from dog-breath. Haha, whatta loser.

I jump a tad when I notice how intently the Uchiha is peering at me, squinting his eyes in a calculating manner. His onyx stare gives me goose bumps. “What the hell’re you looking at?” I splutter.

“Gaara said no. I don’t want to go to Kiba’s in fear of my sexuality,” there’s a loud “HEY,” shouted from Kiba. “And we can’t go to my house for OBVIOUS reasons.” And with that declared he swiftly folds his arms over his torso and seems to give himself a good pat on the back.

My eyes attenuate angrily and I throw my hands up in the air in aggravation, “FINE!”

There’s this smirk on Sasuke’s face that I’d never seen before. It wasn’t demeaning or haughty; it was… a smile of some sorts. I could feel my cheeks get hot and I quickly throw my arms around Gaara and bury my face into red locks to hide my just as red face. Gaara groans something incoherent and I ignore it, mind racing at my stupid actions.

What the hell, man?!

Stupid, fucking Uchiha!

The bell suddenly chimes and that was my ultimate savior. I could get the hell out of here and AWAY from Sasuke! I scoop my bag up and sling it rather violently over my shoulder and hurry out of there, leaving everyone behind.

Or, so I thought.

Sasuke is yelling down the pool of students, “Naruto, wait!”

My feet just scuffle down the hall faster, but apparently not fast enough. I jump, startled when my wrist is suddenly and tightly clasped in the Uchiha’s hand and I turn to meet his dark, almost empty gaze. “What time? After school? Tomorrow?”

Barraged with tons of questions and the fact the Uchiha was once again touching me, my mind just couldn’t keep up with the swarm. My heart races, “What the fuck are you talking about?!”

“Going to your house to do this stupid project, dobe(1)!” Sasuke blinks after that last word slips.

I twitch.

What the fuck did he just call me?!

“Don’t call me that, you fucking bastard!” And I wrench my arm out of Sasuke’s grasp.

“Just tell me when, and I’ll leave you alone!” Sasuke irritably insists, pinning me down with a forceful gaze.

I growl at him lowly, by far agitated and bellow, “AUGH! You are so fucking annoying! After school! Meet me at the fucking entrance, got it?! OKAY?!” Sasuke stands straight and firmly nods. I turn on my heel and vehemently explode, “JESUS! Now leave me alone!”

And surprisingly he does, because I turn around and he had disappeared into the crowds.

Fast.

Damnit. I run a shaky hand through shaggy blonde hair and tsk disapprovingly. Great. Now I was going to have to find Kiba and Gaara at lunch to tell them to meet me after school too. Otherwise I would be stuck with a whiny, bitchy Uchiha and I might have to off him.

Hm, that doesn’t seem so bad.

[Sasuke’s POV]

“GOOD MORING, MY YOUTHFUL CLASS!”

Wow. Well first period had certainly been interesting enough for me. So much in fact I was thinking about ditching the rest of school and returning when it was over. But that wouldn’t be very Uchiha-like. And knowing my luck, the faculty would find out about my skipping and report it with a nice phone call to my parents and THAT wouldn’t end well at all for me. Not to mention if I wanted to please my father I couldn’t afford any poor marks on my record.

And I couldn’t believe I had called Naruto a dobe. I didn’t even MEAN to, it just slipped! Honest. I’m sure he’s going to end up killing me one of these days… but the reaction I got sure was funny as hell.

Groaning I hit my desk head first, which was most likely going to leave an angry read mark on my forehead.

I hear Lee whisper at me, “Sasuke? Are you all right?”

“Fine,” I tiredly mutter and decide to take a nap.

But before I can doze off there’s an extremely loud exclamation at my ear, “SASUKE! How could you possibly sleep at a time like this! The mind is wasted on the youth, I always say!” And he fervently jerks me upright and braces a very strong arm around my shoulders, pointing towards the ceiling as if overlooking a setting horizon, “Come! Let us work together! I shall teach and you shall learn so your flame always remains bright in your youthful soul!”

I’m sure I died somewhere in the middle of all that, along with hearing Lee sobbing hysterically and cheering Gai-sensei’s name with vigor.

If I had to deal with this everyday, I think I’m going to ask Naruto to go ahead and kill me.

As Gai goes on rambling about fiery passion and youth, nothing at all physics related, Ino decides now was the perfect time to strike up a chatty conversation with me.

“It sucks that I got paired with Sakura and not you,” she eyes her nails carefully and returns to meticulously filing them. “We would get a perfect A!”

“I’m sure,” I mutter disinterestedly and begin doodling on the corner of my notebook.

“Sasuke-kun,” she quietly, but seriously calls to me. Her sudden, calm tone happened to get my attention and I turn to her curiously. “How do you know Naruto?”

I rub the back of my neck pensively. I figured our little scene this morning would raise some questions among the class, being that everyone probably knows Naruto much better than I do.

“I… sorta ran into him yesterday after school,” I quietly admit.

“Please,” she whispers very lowly, dragging very distant blue eyes to me, “stay away from him.”

I blink twice. “What?”

“I know… you got paired with him and all for the class history project, but… please.”

“Why?” I wasn't going to just go around taking orders from people without some form of plausible explanation.

Ino opens her mouth to say something and stops when Shikamaru prods her hard in the back with the back of his knuckles. Ino stares forward to see Gai firmly staring at her, patiently waiting for her to finish her conversation with me. She mumbles a meek apology to the man and he continues his cheery lecture.

Looking back at me she whispers, “I’ll tell you after class.”

I nod and return my gaze to the insensible scrawls on the corner of my paper, missing the scrutinizing look from Shikamaru.

By the end of class my entire sheet of paper had more doodles than notes. I had proceeded to draw cute, angry faces of Gaara and Naruto, then randomly some of Kiba yelling and being crazy looking. Then there were faces of Neji doing his, “I’m-too-cool,” pouty-look and Naruto mimicking it for the fun of it. Going down the left margin of the paper there were figures of Gai and Lee striking questionable poses with stars over their teeth to indicate their blinding shininess. Under those doodles there were comical drawings of Ino and Sakura bickering with giant, angry eyes and over exaggerated mouths and flailing arms. Lastly there were doodles of Chouji stuffing his face, Shino playing with a fly and Shikamaru sleeping on something that was supposed to have been a desk with a little bubble coming out of his nose.

I smirk at my own idiocy and blame it all on how much I lack attention today.

Then I realized that I didn’t draw Kakashi.

The world I live in…

I gather my things when the bell sounds loudly and motion for Ino to follow me with a wave of my hand and exit the classroom with her. Pulling to a stop by the large windows on the opposite side of the hall from the door we just stepped out of, we manage to escape the mobs of flooding students.

“Okay, spill it.”

Ino fidgets in her spot and subconsciously twirls a lock of white blonde hair around her finger. She must feel the glare boring through her head because she expels a dramatic sigh and looks up at me, releasing the strand loosely woven around her finger. “I hate him, Sasuke-kun.”

“Hate who?” There were a lot of people involved than just Naruto, so she was going to have to elaborate a little more than that.

“Naruto.” Well, I guess that made sense. I could see why. He was an asshole, loud and obnoxious and then some.

“Is that it?” I ask in confusion. “You want me to stay away from Naruto, because you hate him?”

“Yes,” she answers honestly.

I glare at her firmly and she squirms uncomfortably. “You’re lying to me,” I murmur frustratedly.

“It’s none of your business!” she snaps and gasps, shocked at her own tone of voice and takes a wary step back as if been bitten. “I’m sorry,” she quickly apologizes though I wasn’t sure why. She was right, it wasn’t any of my business, but I couldn’t help but feel curious.

“Ino,” I begin, getting her to look back up at me where I could see that her face was fiercely flushed, almost feverish-looking, “it’s my turn now. I want to ask you a question.” She nods, giving me consent. “Why do you and Sakura hate each other so much?”

I guess I hit a really bad topic for her because she visibly flinches at the Sakura’s name.

“If you don’t want to tell me,” I begin, “then you don’t have to. I want to apologize for the other day,” she looks at me then quizzically, “for what I said about you deserving that punch. I don’t know what happened between you two and I know it’s none of my business, but I’m sorry for saying that. It was wrong of me to say you deserved it.”

“Sasuke-kun – I,” she begins a quick string of stammers and hiccups, hiding her face by looking sharply to the floor and that’s when I figured out she was trying to keep herself from crying.

Damn. I screwed this one over, didn’t I?

She very weakly chuckles, sounding almost dry, “I hate her. I hate her so much.” I was about to ask why, but got the message that Ino was going to continue herself, albeit slowly. I noticed that the hallway was getting emptier and emptier, signaling that third period was going to start soon.

But judging by Ino’s actions, this was important for her, so class was going to have to wait.

“I’ve known her since elementary school,” she nearly whispers making it slightly difficult to understand, but I manage to make it out. “We grew up together. We promised we’d be best friends forever.”

“What the hell happened to our friendship back then?!” I remembered hearing Sakura scream yesterday after she had punched Ino in the face.

Chuckling dryly again, she continues, “Everything… was going fine up until high school. That’s when I realized… Sakura meant more to me than just a best friend.”

Whoa. My eyes widened at that statement. That was NOT something I expected.

I could see the fine line of tears pooling in the lower lashes of Ino’s now sapphire-colored eyes, darkened by her swelling emotions.

“I was so scared to tell her how I felt, fearing that I would lose her as my friend. But I knew, no matter the outcome, she had to know. And so I told her. She never once… objected to my feelings.”

So Sakura liked her back, huh?

“But, then he found out.”

He?

“Naruto,” she very coldly answers my inner thoughts, giving me this gut-wrenching feeling inside my stomach. “Naruto didn’t stand for that and threatened Sakura and I, telling her to stay away from me. She told me over and over the horrible things he said, but she said that she would still be with me forever.” Ino’s tightly clasping the bow on her uniform with a death grip that turned her knuckles white, “But she lied to me.” Now here came the tears, streaming one by one swiftly down her flushed cheeks, “She lied and never talked to me again, she listened to him when she told me she wouldn’t. That bastard took her away from me and that stupid pink-haired, wide-forehead bitch let him!” Ino was yelling and sobbing uncontrollably, so much that she threw herself at me and cried all over my blazer, leaving me with no other reaction than to soothe her by cradling her.

Geez, what a story. I feel like I'm living some high school drama you only read in shojo manga(2). “Ino,” I whisper quietly, unsure of what else to say really. I felt like I had no place to say anything else.

“I hate Naruto for taking Sakura away from me! And I hate Sakura for letting him do it! I’m so mean and cruel to her everyday despite bad things have happened to her, but I’m so angry with her for betraying me! It’s not fair!”

Finally, most of the pieces to this over-dramatic puzzle were put together. I understood why those two fought all the time and why there was so much hatred between them. I wonder how Sakura feels about all this? However, Ino went and spilled her guts willingly to me. Though I wanted to, I wasn’t going to pry into her personal life, so I can’t just up and do it to Sakura. I would have to let her tell me her side of the story, like Ino.

But one thing still didn’t make sense. And that was Naruto and Sakura’s relationship. Ino obviously knew, so maybe she’d tell me.

“Ino,” I ask her softly quaking form, hoping that I had given her enough time to settle her tears. I assumed that I did because she gives me a muffled, “hm?” from in my uniform. “What is the relationship between Sakura and Naruto?”

Ino sniffs and steps away from me and very precariously wipes her eyes to make sure she didn’t smudge her makeup. Seeming to have gathered herself, she looks up at me with still very teary eyes and says in a droned voice, “Sakura is Naruto’s step-sister.”

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(1)dobe – the playful nickname Sasuke calls Naruto in episode three, chapter five in the manga that means “dead-last”

(2)shojo manga – a graphic novel generally directed towards girls, usually romance

Dun dun DUNNNNNNN~! *bricked*
*GASP* And secrets begin to unravel! And an inside look in Naruto’s head! Yey! A different POV~! Poor little Naruto… he’s getting questionable feelings inside him about our little Uchiha :3
Naruto and Sasuke: Don’t call me little.
^_^llll
Oooooh, some angstyness in this chapter, nee? Don’t worry there will be much more of that to come! :D
And now you see where some of the yuri may come into play, mmm? Seeeeee, Ino's not so bad XD
Updated a little later than I wanted, but I made sure to work on it between requests and stuffz~
Kiba’s so cute and horny~ gotta love ‘im.
I realize that Naruto’s character seems to be more of the type to draw, but I thought it’d be cute to have Sasuke do the doodling – lol XD

Hope you enjoyed, I’ll try to have chapter eight up soon~! Please R & R! Tell me what you think and I’m always open for ideas or suggestions! ;D

Oh yea, haha, does anyone know what those two parts of the chapter’s title are? :3