Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Anti Social ❯ A Long Ride ( Prologue )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

A.N: This chapter was revised and made better I think. Sorry for the forever wait on this but I'm ready to write it now so check back for updates, it'll be worth it I think.- Linkin

Summary: Undisciplined, unruly, and anti social teens have finally made their last mistake, getting caught. Landing them on a bus to what could be a place worse than prison.

Warnings: For now just mild language and mild violence

ANTI-SOCIAL

Prologue:

The large gray bus crushed unsuspecting stones beneath the weight of its wheels creating more gravel on the slightly moist, from morning drizzle, concrete road. However, it was nothing compared to the weight inside the bus that was laid heavily upon the passengers it carried. The bus driver, a tall thin man with glasses wearing a gray suit, resembling a prison guard uniform, and a gray bandana covering his black hair, glanced in the rearview mirror at said passengers. Each a young boy in their teen years. Though you couldn't tell due to the lack of behavior teenagers were known for making. They all sat so quietly that you could hear the hum of the bus engine and the splatter of rain water hitting the windows. Usually the guys he picked up were loud and rowdy, protesting their rights and how they didn't deserve to be on that bus. These boys were different. Everyone was sitting alone scattered about in seats separated by one or two rows and completely still. All except one child. The driver noticed a little fidgety movement from a blond boy sitting in the middle row a few seats behind him. The kid would be hard not to notice with his bright orange attire that overpowered the little bit of black his clothing had and his wild spiked hair, equally bright in color. This boy looked more uncomfortable than the others riding. Turning his eyes back to the road he briefly wondered what the kids story was. Drugs maybe, he was awful twitchy in movement, or maybe just a case of A.D.D.

Trying to calm his nerves and anxiousness, the blonde turned his head toward the window beside him. He used the cuff of his sleeve to wipe away the fog on the glass that came from the warmth inside mixing with the cold air and rain outside. Outside where he was wishing now more than anything that he could be. Once the window was clear he caught a glimpse of another boys reflection that was sitting across from him on the other side of the bus. The driver wasn't the only person wondering what the stories were of each individual there that morning. Trying to get a better look at the kid he turned his eyes and head in that direction as best he could without being too obvious.

This boy looked his age, most of them did give or take a year. The boy was dressed in black almost leather looking attire but just cotton. Too light for the weather they'd been experiencing this fall. He had a mess of brown hair kind of spiky like his own but less so. His cheeks were each covered with a curving red triangle. Maybe tattoos but the most noticeable thing about him, to the blond anyway, was that he didn't look friendly. His decision was confirmed when the boy caught him staring and snarled at him. Not being deterred the blond returned the action and began glancing around the bus again. From front to back the teen noticed that none of the boys looked all that friendly really. With the exception of two that he had recognized from around the village but didn't know very well. One, a scrawny tan skinned kid dozing off with his head against the window and a chubby kid that sat one seat in front of the sleeper. This kid looked like he was ready to pass out from what the blond could only guess was hunger since the big boy kept rubbing his stomach. The blond bet the boys stomach would be growling as well if it wasn't for the over powering silence inside the large vehicle.

Looking straight ahead he could see another boy, tall and slender sitting perfectly upright by the isle in his seat, arms crossed and eyes staring straight forward. He couldn't see the boys eyes but the concentration made it seem as if he were staring through the seat instead of at it. Coffee colored hair cascaded down the boys back past his shoulders. Even though the kid seemed harmless and eerily calm there was something off about him. The blond wondered who in their right mind would sit in the front of a bus that was taking them to, basically, a prison.

Shifting a bit in his own seat the orange clad boy saw another slightly familiar face. He couldn't really remember the kids name at the moment but they went to school together for awhile. That was until they eventually both stopped showing up. The boy wore his standard scowl, arms crossed, eyes closed and head down. Sitting on the other side from the pale boy was a bigger kid dressed in the strangest getup he'd ever seen. All black with some kind of animal eared hood over his head. His face was painted in an odd way leaving only pieces of skin to show. It reminded him of the dog faced boy he first looked at from the clothes to the face paint. This kid had obviously come from another city then the rest of them. The blond recalled this boy saying how "fucked up" the whole thing was as he entered the bus heading to the back. At the time no one responded but he knew they were all thinking the same thing and agreeing.

Turning back to his window he wondered again why they were all there and where some of them came from. He personally didn't think his reason for being sent to this mysterious "Home for Boys" was worth the trouble. As far as he knew he never did anything wrong. Just a few stupid pranks now and then. Yet here he was, slowly reaching an inescapable fate and sent by the man he thought loved him as his own son. That thought caused him to scowl deeper instead of being upset in a sad way like he normally would. At least he wasn't going to be in this hell alone. He took one last glance around at everyone and wondered what they'd done wrong and who had doomed them to all be on the same bus going to the same place on that dreary day.

The bus ran over a large rock on the graveled road jolting the sleeping teen awake from his forehead hitting the window. With a sigh he sat up letting his back slide down in the seat until his knees hit the chair in front of him. "Mendokusei." Stretching he yawned quietly but could still be heard by the others because of the unnerving silence on the bus. His best friend Chouji turned in his own seat getting up on his knees to look back at the other.

"Oi Shikamaru you think we're almost there?" He asked. "I'm getting really hungry and they wouldn't let me bring any food."

With another sigh the lazy teen spared an uncaring glance at his large friend. "I doubt we're close, this place is like two towns over and we've only been driving for a few hours."

His friend groaned then turned around to slump back down in his seat. "I wonder if we'll get to stop for food?" He spoke to no one in particular.

"Heh!" The boy with the dog face snorted. "Don't you ever stop feeding your fat ass?" He spoke to the kid a few seats ahead of him. He'd met this boy a week ago during an unfortunate set of events which lead them to be on the miserable, long, bus ride in the first place. So it was obvious to say that Kiba disliked the fat kid.

Chouji sat up looking back to where the familiar voice had come from. Before he could retort Shikamaru spoke up for him. "Shut the hell up. It's your fault we're here in the first place."

"My fault!" Kiba sat up half out of the aisle looking around the seat in front of him to give the scrawny kid a nasty glare but the tired teen had no interest in a back and forth blame game so he ignored the other.

Chouji, however, retorted with a, "Yeah he's right." Kiba responded to this by fully standing in the aisle now giving Chouji a death glare, one that if you knew Kiba, meant he was ready to fight. The driver, feeling somewhat relieved that these kids weren't all zombies glanced in the rearview to make sure no rough housing was going to take place. If so he had orders to stop the vehicle and punish whomever was involved in any way he saw fit.

"What's wrong fat ass can't stick up for yourself?" Kiba snarled back. Not liking the particular name this dog looking boy used to address him, Chouji also stood out of his seat.

"At least I don't smell like a dirty dog." The fat boy retorted with a smug expression saying that he can stick up for himself.

"Troublesome." Shikamaru sighed out but made no attempt to stop whatever was about to go on. Fighting in any form physical or verbal just wasn't his thing and not just because he was incapable of either. Even though his looks said otherwise. Shikamaru had a sharp tongue and even sharper mind which provided him plenty of defense when needed, and growing up where he had, knowing how to at least throw a punch was mandatory.

On the opposite side of the bus the blond kid looked on giving an affirmative nod, that the dog boy was in fact unfriendly and liked to pick pointless fights. He then smiled to himself thinking it'd be fun to mess with him sometime. He hasn't had a good fight himself in ages and this kids easily riled up.

Kiba and Chouji stood in the aisle having a face off. Kiba's nostrils flared in anger and his eyes lowered. If you looked hard enough you could clearly see the nervousness on Chouji's round features but he wasn't about to back down. Especially not after the fanged boy called hid the his most despised name. One that had many other kids beaten to immobility in the past. Chouji wasn't stupid or blind he knew he was bigger than most kids his age but it was also something he'd grown to accept thanks to his best friend. So now he would use his weight against an opponent when necessary.

In the back of the bus the other boy with the painted face snickered, crossing his arms watching the scene play out. "Hilarious." He mumbled before calling up to the others. "Come on lets see some blood!"

The younger boy in the opposite seat next to him raised his head and opened his eyes just to give an annoyed scowl at the sudden noise. "Idiots." He mumbled but it was just loud enough for Kiba to have heard. He turned around and gave both boys a once over. He didn't like the creepy insane look on the bigger boys face, so he turned his attention to the smaller of the two.

"What'd you say asshole?" He approached Sasuke waiting for a response but the boy just stared back with a bored expression. "All you guys have smart mouths but are too chicken to follow through huh?" He reached out and grabbed Sasuke by the shirt standing the other teen up and pulling him from his seat, he remained unphased. Kiba growled in aggravation and reared his fist back as warning that a punch was coming Sasuke's way.

The dark haired boy remained still and lowered his voice saying, "Try it."

Everyone else had turned around in their seats to watch, with the exception of the long haired boy in the front of the bus. Kiba grit his teeth and brought his fist forward but stopped just short of Sasuke's face. The raven haired teen didn't flinch. Kiba spit down at the boys feet and pushed him back into his seat before walking away. Beside them Kankurou laughed in hysterics. His boisturous voice filling the entire bus with an echo off the metal walls.

When Kiba got back to his seat he mumbled, "What a waste." and sat down heavily crossing his arms.

Next to him Naruto made a sound between a snort and a laugh getting Kiba's attention. "What's your damage?" He asked turning to face the blond that he'd seen staring at him before. "Got a thing for me or somethin'?"

"In your dreams. Just disappointed is all. I thought you'd be tougher than that. Shoulda hit the guy or maybe you were afraid to." Naruto dared say knowing this kid was now all talk and no action.

"Maybe I should hit you!" Kiba shot back. "Not enough space in here for a good fight anyway." He defended himself then turned away towards his window. Being over the whole ordeal.

The rain had started to let up even though there was still no sign of the sun behind those thick looming gray clouds. Kankurou had eventually stopped laughing and the others went back into their own worlds. The driver put his eyes back on the road relieved that he didn't have to break up a fight. He thought to himself that the officers at the home were going to have some fun with this bunch. Smiling to himself he continued to drive at his agonizingly slow speed.

The silence was returned to the bus once again, at least on the outside that is. Because the passengers mentally chatted away with themselves. Unable to speak out loud what they'd been thinking since the morning the bus came to pick them all up.

'This is stupid.' Sasuke thought. 'I don't deserve this, I shouldn't be here with these morons.' He briefly remembered that night his father had locked him in his bedroom tossing the pamphlet at him and telling him he only had a few days before they'd ship him off. His mother was too disappointed and sad to say anything to him during that waited period of time. Sasuke had wanted so badly to tell her something anything but he never got the chance. He closed his eyes returning to his original position trying to dispel the bad images that began forming in his thoughts.

Kankurou stretched his arms above his head leaning back in the seat. 'Why'd I have to get stuck on a bus with a bunch of babies?' He glanced out the window seeing nothing but road and fields of grass for miles ahead. 'Well At least I'll get to see my little brother again, its been awhile. That is if they haven't taken him out already or the other way around.' He smirked at the memory of his brothers violent behavior and snickered just a little at the hooded boy for how pathetic his anger was compared to Gaara's.

A few seats up from them Naruto began to get fidgety again. 'I hate car rides. There's never anything to do and nowhere to move around.' He sighed loudly getting a throat clear from someone on the bus but nothing more. Ignoring it he continued to move himself around to change position in his seat until he found something more comfortable. 'How long's this trip anyway?!'

'These guys all better watch it because as soon as I get the chance if anyone pisses me off I'll give 'em a pounding to remember.' Kiba huffed and placed his feet on the back of the seat in front of him. 'Tell me I stink, that fat kids got it comin' most of all.' He glanced around his chair to the back of the bus briefly. 'Or maybe I'll start with that smartass first.'

Shikamaru was lying down completely in his seat, legs hanging out in the aisle, hands resting behind his head. He had managed to nod off again or was pretending to be asleep to avoid any further interactions with the group. Chouji groaned holding on to his stomach. 'Oooh I'm sooo hungry.' He gave the back of the driver's head a hard stare widening his eyes as he tried to use telepathy on the man. 'Please stop for food, a rest area, a restaurant anything. Pleeeease!'

At the very front of the bus the most inactive of the group opened his eyes coming out of a meditative state, having missed the little tiff that went on behind him moments ago. 'A few months here, then I can finish what I started.' His left hand rubbed his bandaged right arm, beneath his long gray sleeve, absently as if he were trying to soothe an itch that couldn't be scratched.

Each boy kept to themselves the entire drive recalling what had happened to bring them to this place, and what they'd do once they got out. Most of those thoughts focused on revenge for the people who had sent them away in the first place. Each story was different but very much the same.......