The Boy Next Door
Prologue: Collide
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newbie at Naruto
Door”, starring Elisha
Oh, and the chapter titles that I will use in
this fic are actually song titles. So, each
chappie
by a song whose title I will use. It’ll be better if you listen to the
song while reading it. Hehe
Warning: This
it, I suggest you click the back button. It’s
Disclaimer: I
Door”. I don’t own Naruto
the manga
Itachi’s
been pink.
PROLOGUE: Collide
“…even the best fall down sometimes,
rhyme,
your mind,
collide…”
-Collide,
Day
tonight at Kiba’s place!”
A voice rang in the classroom and was instantly
followed by excited chatters of everyone in it.
A certain dark-haired boy tuned out the noise
and instead, concentrated on the couple of index cards scattered on his desk.
Sasuke.”
He heard his name and turned to the direction it
came from.
boy looked slightly annoyed for being disturbed.
“
goin’
desk asked as he tried to open the pack of potato chips in his hand. The
dark-haired boy grabbed the chips from the slightly heavier boy named
“You already had 4 of these,” he muttered and
placed the chips on his desk. “And, no, I’m not going. You, of all
people, should know that.”
“
fifth! They’re fat-free!” he argued as he tried to pry the chips, all in
vain. “And for god’s sake, we have a month before we
graduate. We should at least go to one party!”
The dark-haired boy placed the chips in his bag
and shuffled the index cards in his hand. He glared at
“Right, the speech… I got it…”
months already! I’m sure you’ll be so good in delivering it, as always,
and you’ll get the friggin
scholarship!”
The dark-haired boy sighed.
clean up the things on his desk. “The point is, this
important and I can’t risk any party or event to deter my concentration from
this speech.”
“Ah, yes! It is such a wonderful sight to
behold whenever young people put their energies to things that are of more
worth!” The dark-haired boy didn’t even take the time to glance up from
his index cards to know who said that.
again. “Thanks a lot, Lee! Now you blew any chance of going to the
party!”
And as his two friends continued to argue the
pros and cons of teenage socialization,
- o -
He went home that day, a little tired and
annoyed that everyone seemed to make a big fuss out of every party thrown lately.
Sure, they were high school seniors, but
to go to every damn party thrown before they graduate? He had better
things to do than that.
Like the scholarship he wanted to get.
university and their school is giving one lucky student a chance to study
there. All expense paid. Four were chosen and that included
him. Before graduation, a dinner/seminar will be held and the four
candidates will each give a speech in front of the faculty, the Admissions
Committee, and all the other important people from the university. Then,
the Admissions Committee will choose who among them is most suitable for
scholarship.
Of course, he knew it was going to be him.
In a couple of weeks, he’s going to be a proud
scholar of Konoha
his other classmates would have nothing but a memory of that
How pathetic.
- o -
hi, Sasuke.
“Good, Mom,” he answered.
“Well, how’s the speech you’re working on?”
“It’s perfect, Dad. Don’t worry about it.”
“Oh, you know we won’t,
He gave a small smile. “I’m
As he went up to his room, he found himself
face-to-face with the most annoying person ever born.
loser.”
“Don’t you have something to destroy? Like
the new car, perhaps?”
“
brother’s growing his sense of humor…”
“Get lost,
slammed the door.
Later, that night, he found out that he was the
one who will take out the trash, which was surprisingly,
screwed up his brother is, the fact still remains that he is the
favorite. Which basically
entails that his brother could get away with almost anything.
taking out the trash.
As he walked towards the bin, he saw a bright
orange Volkswagen parked in front of the unoccupied house beside them.
New neighbors, he thought disinterestedly.
The passenger got out of the car, a bag slung on
his shoulders, holding a couple of boxes. It was a guy, slightly taller
than him, with striking blonde hair and blue eyes.
And he was gorgeous.
The guy noticed him, stared,
to the bin, bags of trash falling ungracefully to the sidewalk.
bags and dumped them unceremoniously to the bin. He turned his head, side
to side, checking if anyone saw his little blunder. So far, he was safe.
Well, except for that cocky-looking, smug-faced
blonde neighbor who knew that this was going to
He felt his blood boil. How dare he
embarrass me in my own turf? He felt his face redden from anger or
embarrassment, he wasn’t quite sure.
briskwalked towards his house, not even risking a
second look at the used-to-be unoccupied house beside theirs.
He quickly went up to his room and was still
clearly in shock at what happened.
The nerve of that guy!
He can still see the smirk on the blonde’s
face. He glared at the window across from his, as if the action could
instantly burn the house in flames. Instead of a fire, though, a light
appeared and the window across was suddenly occupied.
It was the cocky-looking, smug-faced blonde
neighbor. He just had to be the one who stayed in the room across
him. Oh, joy.
voodoo. In his mind, he made the blonde run towards the window and flung
himself at it. Apparently, his mental voodoo did not work as the blonde
did not fling himself at the window, but rather, started unbuttoning his shirt.
Hell, no.
up. I am so not witnessing this. But, he was glued to his
window sill, eyes refusing to look away. So, yeah, the guy was undeniably
hot. But that does not deny the fact that he’s still an obnoxious jerk
who liked to embarrass people.
that he was embarrassed by the new guy.
intentional and the second, well, he didn’t even have an idea.
His face flushed even more at the thought of
what that could have meant and shoved it instantly at the back of his
mind. Now, if only he could shove himself away from the evil window…
And just as he was gaining the strength to look
away, the button-up shirt was discarded and
full upper frontal view of the blonde, complete with abs and a
Hell, no.
I am so not enjoying this,
still glued to the window. He looked around the room to see if anyone saw
him peeping, which was unlikely, of course, since he was alone. But he
can’t help feeling that the life-size poster of Bruce Lee was glaring
condescendingly at him.
Having freed himself from the shirt, the blonde
started taking off the last articles of clothing left: his pants and whatever
that was underneath it.
anymore. He stopped functioning altogether. Everything else in that
little room of his froze. His breath caught in his throat and his mind
stopped producing coherent thoughts when the pants were thrown on the
bed. By the time the blonde was down to his boxers,
experience in human combustion. And since his mind had stopped the
production of coherent thoughts, he had no idea what that meant.
Something caught the blonde’s eye at the top of
his bed, so he made a move to look at it, which robbed
might have been fortunate (or was it unfortunate?) timing, because just then,
the blonde pulled down his boxers.
Incoherent thoughts bid their goodbyes as he was presented with the full
backside view of the blonde.
Oh, yeah. It was full.
And since his mind was left with nothing but the
impulse to gawk and ogle the boy across from his window, his reflexes were a
bit slow and he did not notice the blond turning his head towards his window, his
room, until his eyes saw nothing but blue.
The boy next door caught him.
He quickly scrambled to hide under the window,
although he knew that he was obviously caught red-handed. His heart
started to pound, his head throbbed, and he knew he wasn’t frozen
anymore. He silently contemplated hiding under the bed, like that would
help him. In the middle of his panic-stricken moment, he stopped, took a
deep breath, and realized something. It was an accident!
Like hell he would peep at an undressing
neighbor. He wasn’t like that.
doing it again, embarrassing him at his own turf. He probably did that on
purpose. Who strips in front of an open window, anyway?
A bang of a door interrupted his thoughts and he
unconsciously looked out the window. The room across his was engulfed in
darkness again, no blonde in sight. To his horror, he saw said blonde
walking through the pathway.
his house.
What the hell is he doing?
A doorbell was the answer. This time,
down here for a second.”
Being the obedient boy that he was, he went
albeit hesitantly. He stopped midway in his steps.
There at the foot of the staircase was his dad,
his mom, and that damn blonde.
“What were you doing?” his dad inquired.
A number of possible answers went through his
head, but he gave the safest (or stupidest) answer he could think of…
He thanked whatever gods present for not having
his older brother down there with them. That bastard could see through
every lie he makes.
who looked evenly at him. He officially hated the guy.
What does he think he’s doing?
“This is
thoughts. “Did you know that his aunt is away for the weekend?”
“No,”
do I look I care? How the hell could he know? He only peeped at
the guy, not conversed with him. He mentally kicked himself at the
unexpected admission.
“Well, since he’s new here,” his father smiled,
“Why don’t you show him around town?” His mother beamed at the idea.
Are you crazy? He felt like screaming. He
turned to the blonde who was grinning happily at his parents.
He’s doing this on purpose.
The blonde faced him, the grin disappearing and
was replaced with that smug-looking smirk he saw earlier by the trash bin.
It took every ounce of
Judging from the look on the blonde’s face, though, he doubted that the blonde
would believe him.
Then he felt it again.
while since he last felt that and he have to thank that annoying boy next door
for releasing those stupid
that. If he wants war, he’s
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