Paraphernalia

Paraphernalia


Summary: When Uzumaki Naruto is forced to transfer to Konoha High his life gets turned upside down by sex, drugs, and one smug bastard. Sasu/Naru and other pairings

Warnings: Abuse, Sexual Tension, etc.

A/N: Yeah I know I totally suck at summaries, sorry! Hope you like the fic regardless. Please give me feedback, this is my first time… *blush*

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Chapter 1 — Just His Luck

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'You have got to be fucking kidding me…’

What barely stood in front of him was a building so broken that it looked like it could give way at any minute. He cautiously looked down at his feet, questioning the stability of the ground. It appeared as if it might cave in underneath him. Now there’s a thought. Maybe if the fall and massive pounds of earth didn’t kill him he would never have to go to school again.

Stretching his long tan arms, Naruto peered into the gray sky damning his luck. He had to be the unluckiest person in the world.

His thoughts were quickly interrupted as he felt something sharp slip into his eye. He tried not to panic, as his smooth hand lifted ever so slightly and plucked the foreign object from his eye socket. He looked down at the rather small object and stared at it with complete amazement. It was glass. How the hell did glass manage to get in his eye?

‘Evidently, you have the luck of a dead rabbit.’ That boisterous voice inside his head chuckled.

Most kids would be put into some kind of mental institution if they started hearing voices like he did. But not Naruto, he was too poor for any such help to be sought. So he lived with the loud and rather obnoxious voice inside his head, humorously naming it Kyuubi, the bewitching fox demon. The name came from too many hours spent watching Saturday morning cartoons.

Forgetting Kyuubi for the moment, he searched the area trying to locate the cause of the falling glass. To his knowledge, there were only six visible windows, two of which came complete with cracks and broken glass. He sighed. The school screamed safety hazard.

He continued scanning the perimeter, noticing the unusual cars in the parking lot, and by unusual he meant cars that shouldn’t be found on school premises. The closest parking spots to the school were occupied by seven police cruisers, and one K-9 unit. He didn’t want to know why a school needed so many cops, but something told him if he lived long enough he would find out.

Police officers scared the fuck out of him for some odd reason.

Embarrassing but True Fact # 1: He almost pissed himself when he saw an officer walk right past him with a 9 mm. hanging from his hand like it was some kind of toy.

Maybe that was the reason. Cops could shot you with no motive at all and get padded on the back for it, and knowing his luck he would be that kid on the News committing a crime that never happened and being shot down in the spur of the moment, resulting in instant stardom for whatever cop shot him.

The pleasant imagery that suddenly popped in his head was almost too much to bear. This had to be some kind of joke.

He starred at the building for a moment, and then tried to look past it to see if the actual high school was hiding behind it. The letters posted on the front of the brick institution read Konoha High, which told him simply, ‘suck it up kid, welcome to hell 2.0’.

He scorned his mother’s trickery. If he remembered correctly, his dear ol’ mom told him that he would be going to a high school, not the local precinct. Though he was positive juvenile detention centers looked better than Konoha High.

Inhaling a deep, long breath, he slung his orange book bag over his right shoulder. A journey of a thousand miles started with one step right? So he took one step towards the school and felt accomplished enough to call it a day and go home.

Just when he was about to run as fast as his legs would allow him to, a strong hand gripped his shoulder. “If it isn’t our new transfer, Uzumaki Naruto. I see someone’s excited to get to school, but seems like your running in the wrong direction.”

He didn’t even have to turn around to know whose voice that belonged to. “Obaa-san, I was just… umm,”

“Getting ready to go to school right Naru-chan?” Tsunade hovered over him like a vulture hovered over its prey.

“Of course,” Naruto smiled, awkwardly.

“You’ve got five minutes until the first bell punk, don’t be late or else—”

Naruto nodded his head quickly and went running off towards the school. He didn’t really want to find out the later part of that sentence. It was just his luck that his godmother was the principal of the new school he was being forced to go too. The woman never let him do anything fun. Though his definition of fun could be considered as illegal in several different states, she still didn't have to be such a hard ass about it. Unfortunately for him, she smothered him more than his own mother did.

Why him? Seriously, what did he ever do to deserve this kind of punishment? He thought long and hard before a thought struck him.


‘God, if your punishing me for putting that snake in my stepfather’s car I’m truly sorry, even though the bitch did deserve it, but don’t you think all this s just a little harsh?’


He stopped dead in his tracks when his foots wouldn’t rise from the ground. “What the—?”

Seems like God had answered him in the form of chewing gum, which was now stuck to the bottom of his brand new shoes.

Kyuubi jolted his inner head with another hearty laugh. ‘How does it feel to know that even the Almighty God thinks you deserve this?'

“Awesome…”

He forced his shoe from it's held place, slowly continuing on his excursion. Soon enough he landed right on the front steps of the school. He tried to tell himself that he wasn't scared but his legs wouldn't stop shaking. His shoulders hunched slightly as he reconsidered his options.

Did he really want to do this?

'Fuck no.’

Did he have a choice?

‘Fuck no.’

After that insightful deduction he sighed and pulled open the doors to what would surely be his final resting place.

'Of course.'

The inside was just as perfect as the outside. One out of every ten lockers was closed, and he didn’t think it was because no one cared to close them, and the lighting was so dim he could hardly see two inches in front of him.

What he did see though, were students casually smoking at their open lockers like it was just another day at Shit Hole High. And because of the various cigarettes floating around the hallways were filled with smoke. ‘Since when did schools allow you to smoke on campus anyway?’ Ah yes, he forget. This wasn’t school, it was hell. So why wouldn’t underage teens be able to smoke indoors? Hell, why smoke a cigarette when you could just blow up the place?

He stopped walking for a second, thinking about the possibility of planting a small bomb in the school, when someone behind him crashed right into his back.

“Watch where you’re going freshmen!” The pink haired girl fumed.

Naruto didn’t even recognize the maliciousness in her tone though because he was too busy drooling. In his opinion, this girl, no, that didn’t justify her at all; this perfect sculpture of temptation was too good for words. She had long, flowing pink hair that danced down her back mystically, and her green emerald eyes captured his heart as soon as they made eye contact.

She was wearing a short black skirt, with a white button up shirt, showing off just the right amount of cleavage to give Naruto the hard on of a lifetime. He wanted her like no other and by god he was going to get her.

“You are so…hott,” Naruto drooled, causing the girl to take a step back.

She flicked her pink hair to the side and smiled, “I know aren’t I? But sorry I don’t date freshman, and besides I’m taken.”

“I’m not a freshman actually I’m a senior,”

The girl looked him up and down before popping the lollipop she had been saving into her mouth, “Whatever freshmen,”

Naruto almost lost it, but decided it wouldn’t be worth all his efforts to get pissed and scare her away. “You can call me whatever you want babe.”

“How ‘bout I call you ‘hopeless’? How’s that sound?”

He felt Kyuubi pounding in his head at that moment. 'Magic is gone kid, cut this bitch loose.'

Naruto was at his breaking point. The girl was hott and all but she wasn’t that hott. He leaned on one of the broken lockers, and smiled at her slyly. “As long as I can call you ‘major forehead’ baby than we’ve got a deal.”

The girl’s face got red in the matter of seconds. He could have sworn her head was going to explode. She wound her fist back like a Pro, getting ready to knock him out no doubt. She released her fists sending it full throttle towards his face. Luckily, his good reflexes wouldn’t let her swing make contact with his body. Her fist flew into the locker he was leaning on, making it look like it had been hit by a boulder.

“Damn girl you on steroids or something? That would explain the forehead I suppose,” Naruto chuckled, dodging yet another blow from the now infuriated pink haired girl.

“You are such an idiot! I hope you know what you’ve just gotten yourself into. My boyfriend is going to kill you when he hears about this!” She screamed.

Naruto simply continued laughing. “I’m shaking in my boots now. Tell your boyfriend he can kiss my tan ass!”

The girl charged down the hallway like a bull. Naruto figured that it would be in his best interest not to walk in that direction. He pivoted and bobbed down the hallway feeling relieved that nothing too bad had happened yet.

A loud ringing sound roared through the whole school, causing Naruto to jump in a surprised manner.

Another student caught a glimpse of his response from a distance and came over to calm him.“Woooh new kid, calm down will ‘ya? it’s just the bell telling us to get our asses to class. Believe me, you don’t want to be caught in these halls after class has started.”

Naruto looked up ready to thank the guy for helping him out, when he saw tattoos stained right into his facial skin. What kind of crazy kid tattoos there face?

‘The kind that eat guys like you for breakfast.’ Though Kyuubi’s remarks were annoying as hell Naruto couldn’t help but to agree this time.

”I don’t have any money, so you might as well leave me alone,” Naruto replied, guardedly.

The other guy gave him a weird look. “I don’t want your money dude. I was just trying to help for real. Did my hair put you off or something? I’m totally chills, just your average good Samaritan.”

Was this guy serious? Out of all the things that could be considered as scary about a person, he thought that his hair made him look creepy? Try the jagged teeth, overwhelming height, and warrior marks on his fucking face, now that was frightening.

“Oh well sorry, I didn’t mean to think of you that way… it’s just that I’m new here and don’t know what or where my first class is, and nobody seems to care so—”

“They gave you a schedule right?”

Naruto shook his head.

They did give him a schedule, but somewhere between leaving the house and arriving at school, the small sheet of paper escaped him.

“Well what grade are you in?”

“Twelfth.”

The boy chuckled and slapped Naruto on the back. “You’re in my grade new kid!”

“I’ve got a name you know. It’s Naruto Uzumaki.”

“Well Uzumaki, my name’s Kiba, and if you have the same schedule as me, we are officially late for English.”

Kiba didn’t allow Naruto to protest, before yanking him down the hall into the English room. Naruto simply smiled. One friend. That’s all he would need to get through this hell, and he got it.

“Hey Teach,” Kiba proclaimed not only to the teacher but the whole class, “Sorry I’m late but I was caught up by the new k—I mean Naruto.”

Naruto’s face lit up as everyone eye’s focused down on him. There were a lot of people in the room. His last school was a public one also but he lived in a smaller town so there were less people. Konoha was in the city, which often had more people in it than suburban areas.

He couldn’t help the anxious feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. Sweat slowly dripped down his forehead as he loosened the dark orange button up shirt his mom made him wear. He never had to experience the awkwardness of being a new kid; that was until now, and honestly, he wasn’t too fond of the feeling.

“Naruto, you say? I don’t think he's in this class Mr. Inuzuka.” The teacher began to rummage through some files before returning his attention back to his student, “Here we are. It says here that Mr. Uzumaki is supposed to be in room 402, for History class.”

“Damn Naruto, guess we don’t have first period together. Oh well, history’s pretty fun considering that the teacher is almost never there!”

Naruto suffered one more smack on the back from Kiba, before watching him take his place in the classroom. ‘There goes my only friend.’

Naruto was never one to worry about making friends. For some reason people seemed to love him. But here it was different. He was just another face in the crowd. No one felt the need to talk him and just when he thought he had met someone to fill the void of old days; he was snatched right from his grasp.

“Mr. Uzumaki,” the teacher looked up at him wondering what the boy was still doing in his classroom, “do you need anything else?”

Naruto snapped out of his daze, blushing feverishly. “No, sorry.”

Exiting the room quickly, he went to find room 402.

It would have been an easy feat if the previous instructor had mentioned that the classroom was on the third floor. After reaching his destination, Naruto peaked inside the classroom and saw that everyone had already been seated. The teacher was seated at his desk also.

‘Here goes nothing.’

Naruto pulled the classroom door open gently, trying not to make a huge entrance. It was a failed attempt, to say the very least. As soon as the door opened the proctor immediately stopped teaching and stared at him like he was some kind of alien. Naruto stared back, noticing the man’s covered lower face, and eye.

‘Is he supposed to be a pirate? Someone takes his history lessons a little too seriously.’

“Umm…hi, my name is Naruto Uzumaki and—”

“You’re late.” The teacher said flatly.

A couple kids laughed in the background, which made Naruto’s face burn bright red. “Yeah I’m sorry about that, I lost my schedule, and I didn’t know where to go—”

“Mr. Uzumaki, that sounds very interesting and all but to be quite frank, I don’t care. You are late and because of it, I will have to repeat the lesson, which I don’t feel like doing. That being said, you all may have a free period, while I go to the nearest book store to pick up…something."

The entire class, including Naruto, stared at the instructor as an awkward silence filled the room. One question, the same question, was looming around in everyone's head. 'Is he serious?'

As if reading their minds, the teacher stood up and put on his coat, saying, “Well, what are you all still doing here? Class dismissed.”

The class cheered and rose from their seats with childlike amusement. Several people patted “the new kid” on the way out thanking him for his late arrival. Naruto put his right hand behind his head and smiled nervously not really knowing what else to do. The classroom emptied out quickly and Naruto was left seemingly alone.

He walked over to the blank chalkboard and dully leaned his body on the stable structure. He didn’t know how he would survive the vigorous lifestyle of Konoha High. From his recent experiences you needed either a very short skirt or some facial tattoos just to get through the door without being thought of as a “freshman” or “new kid”. He wanted to fit in but he didn’t know if he was ready to be pricked and prodded by needles in order to become a part of the truthfully fucked up society.

This was his last option though. He had nowhere else to turn. If he wanted to learn anything his best bet would be to stay and stick it out. But could he do it? He smiled haughtily at himself. Of course he could. He was Naruto Uzumaki for Christ’s sake and he’d be damned if he let his stupid fears get the best of him.

“You hear that Konoha High, I’m not going to be your bitch!”

“How about you be my bitch instead?”

Naruto’s breath stopped. He could have sworn he was alone. His eyes focused in on every unoccupied seat in the classroom until he reached the back row and found the source of the voice. The other male sat comfortably in his seat with his chin placed on his laced fingers.

Even though the other guy was a tad far away, Naruto couldn’t deny that he was attractive. He was wearing a dark blue shirt, with a black jacket, and there was a cigarette sticking out from his ear. Naruto wasn't positive but he may have had muscles tucked away under his jacket too. All he did was sit there, doing nothing but watch him, and yet Naruto felt captured; there was no escaping his gaze.

His dark orbs allured Naruto. They were barely open, but Naruto could see that they were slightly glazed over. His skin was perfect also. He wasn't tan, quite the opposite actually. His creamy pale skin was a commodity to Naruto. He was used to seeing darkened people because where he grew up the sun's rays never let up. His hair even lacked the touch of the sun. It was dark and spiked, making him look more like a high school student even though his mere presence made him seem so much older.

Every single part of Naruto's body screamed danger, but he couldn't run away. He had to know more about this guy, because as much as Naruto tried, he couldn’t read him.

“Are you deaf? I asked you a question.” The arrogantly, relaxed voice said.

Controlling his anger was never Naruto's strong point. “Who the fuck do you think I am? Of course I’m not going to be your bitch… fucking teme.”

“What did you call me dobe?” A sort flash of human emotion touched the other's face. The subtle stir of emotion emitted by the other party comforted Naruto more than it scared him. It let him know that the guy was at least human.

“A bastard with a chicken ass haircut...”

He moved so swiftly Naruto never saw him get out of his chair. The now pissed off spectator had a good grip on Naruto’s neck in the matter of seconds, holding him firmly in place with no effort whatsoever.

Naruto groaned as he felt the other man’s groin pressing into his. Their faces were so close that Naruto could feel the other guy’s breath on his skin. He started to feel sick all of the sudden. The butterflies that were fluttering around in his stomach earlier had now been lit on fire. He couldn’t explain what was happening to him, but all he knew is that whatever it was needed to stop.

He grabbed the other male’s arms trying to detach them from his throat, but his grip was too strong. Cerulean eyes drifted down, noticing that the stranger had an odd tattoo on his forearm. He had seen a tattoo like that somewhere before but he couldn’t think about where. He didn’t have time to think about things like that anyway. His breathing was becoming short.

“Let go of me, bastard!”

Naruto’s remark warranted him a harsh thrust into the chalkboard.

The other man had lifted him into the air by his neck, and slammed him back down into the chalkboard. He instantly became winded as he desperately tried to stay conscious. His head was spinning out of control. He thought he was going to die.

“If you know what’s best for you, you’d do what I tell you, that is, if you want your time here to be enjoyable. I run this school. The hallways, the classrooms, even the administration, they all belong to me. If I want you, I'll have you. Period. No matter what you say, no matter how much you beg me to leave you only, it won't change anything, because your my bitch. Understand dobe?”

Naruto bit his lip, causing red liquid to seep down his chin. He was losing air fast and he didn’t think he would last much longer, but he would never agree to what he was being forced to accept. He gathered some of the blood from his lip in his mouth and spit it back out at his abuser.

“Understand this, I will never be your bitch.”

The other man simply smiled, wiping the blood off of his cheek with his free hand. The notion sent chills out Naruto’s spine. Something wasn’t right in the head with this guy.

He got extremely close to Naruto’s ear to the point where his breath warmed the blonde’s skin. “I’ll see you later, count on it.”

Naruto collapsed on the floor after begin released by the unknown pale hands. He began to pant heavily, trying to regain his regular breathing pattern. By the time he looked back up, the guy was gone. His body started to shake uncontrollably. There wasn’t one moment during that encounter where he wasn’t scared shitless; he was just really, really good at not showing his fear.

Showing fear was the same as admitting that he was indeed a bitch. Surely that guy would have crushed him if he thought that he was an easy target. One thing was certain; Naruto did not want to run into him later. The chances of surviving a second encounter were slim to none.

His breathing took a turn for the worst as he began to feel extremely lightheaded. He inched himself down the chalkboard, thinking about everything that had happened to him in the past twenty-four hours.

‘Welcome to Konoha High.’ He thought bitterly; his mind going blank and darkness consuming him.


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What do you think of Konoha High? Who do you think Sakura's boyfriend is? What will Sasuke do to Naruto? Tell me your thoughts please! It will help me with the next chapter because I honestly have no clue to what will happen next. Oh and if anyone can be my beta that's be awesome! Thanks so much in advance guys! =] (CHANGED SOME THINGS SO IF YOU HAPPEN TO RE-READ YOU'LL NOTICE THE SMALL DIFFERENCES...NOTHING MAJOR THOUGH)