Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Do You Really Know Me? ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Revised

 

Do You Really Know Me?

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, and Sasuke is not tied up in my basement. ::shifty eyes::

Seriously, I do not own Naruto or its characters… sadly.

 

Summary: It all started with an English project; then it became a project of their own.

SasuNaruSasu M/M

 

(A/N) Please be easy on me. This is my first fan fiction, and I hope to stick with it. XP So, um, on with it! ^^

/blah/ - thoughts
Blah - Naruto narrating or a journal entry </p>
“blah” - talking</p>

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Chapter 1:

 

“Hey! You little shit, wake up! You're going to be late for school! I don't need another fucking phone call saying you're late, you damn idiot.” A blond-haired boy sat up and yawned. His blue eyes were glazed over from sleep and twitched irritably. The loud ruckus from downstairs woke him from a pleasant dream of eating arguably the best food ever, RAMEN! Moments earlier the tasty substance had surrounded him, and he had gorged mounds of it. He could not think of a better heaven than that!

 

Finally, the screams from the woman downstairs reached the boy's sleepy mind. “Shit! I'm late,” he groaned as he saw the clock. It was 7:50, ten minutes to get to school. The bus had come and gone entailing a solid 20-minute walk. “Why the hell didn't she wake me up earlier?” he grumbled, “I guess I'll have to run.” He groaned again at the thought.

 

So you're probably wondering who I am, since we haven't been properly introduced in our first awkward meeting. My name is Uzumaki Naruto, but you can just call me Naruto. I'm 15 and in my second year of high school. I have sunshine blond hair, sky blue eyes and am slightly below the average height. My skin is evenly tanned but not overdone. Even though I may be considered good looking I'm an outcast at school, but that doesn't bother me, I guess. I mean, what can I do about it? Anyway, enough with that, I am just a loud-mouthed boy who doesn't think before he talks. Everyone tells me I am overly friendly, and that makes me just annoying. I'm actually pretty smart, but I have no common sense, so that kinda overrides my intellect, but oh well.

 

“You piece of shit!! If I have to tell you to get your lazy ass out of bed again, I'm going to drag you there by your hair!” the woman from downstairs screamed again. “And if I have to, I'll call your father!”

 

I know what you're thinking; who is that crazy woman screaming downstairs? Well, she's my mother. She means well most of the time… I think. But she's your mother, you're probably thinking. Yea, that's my mother. I'm used to the yelling and fighting, and she's certainly better than my father is. In any case, it's best to stay out of their hair. Anyway, I had better set out before she actually backs her words with actions. Believe me. She will.

 

Naruto ran all the way to school. Panting, he slammed open the door to his first class just as the late bell rang. “Yes! I made it on time. Score!” The boy mentally patted himself on the back for not grabbing something to eat before the run.

 

“Naruto, sit down. You made it on time, but it doesn't give you the right to boast about doing what should have been done anyway,” the first period teacher scolded. First period was English taught by Iruka Umino, who was not as mean as he made himself seem. In fact, he was usually calm, just and over-protective of his students.

 

Before Naruto could respond, a cool voice broke in, “That's impossible, Mr. Umino. It would be the end of the world if he didn't act like a dobe, so you should stop wasting your time telling him otherwise.” This remark came from a raven-haired teen who sat in the middle of the classroom. The other classmates were not surprised by the remark, some even agreed. Everyone knew Naruto and this boy were always at each other's necks. Their fights often resulted in bruises and cuts here and there.

 

“TEME! I'm not a dobe!” Naruto screamed at the raven-haired boy.

 

You're probably wondering who the hell I'm yelling at. His name is Uchiha Sasuke, Kohona's genius, but I prefer to call him bastard, Sasuke bastard or Ice Princess (this one really gets on his nerves). Sasuke and I don't get along if you haven't noticed; we are actually rivals always bickering or fist fighting over who is better and often try to best the other for no odd reason. Well, back to class!

 

Sasuke's cold stoicism warmed into that smug smirk that really pissed Naruto off. “Dobe,” was the response Naruto received for his outburst.

 

Naruto huffed as he walked over to his designated seat next to the window. His mood lightened as he sat. He just loved the window seat. It gave him a sense of freedom… well, almost since he could not really be outside during class. Rather than listen to Mr. Umino carry on about stuff he did not want to hear, Naruto would gaze out the window, and his mind would drift into other worlds, mostly those consisting of that heavenly ambrosia, ramen.

 

“Naruto, what do you think?” Naruto fell back to reality when he heard his name, but his best answer was an intelligent, “Huh?” Mr. Umino sighed then coolly replied, “Naruto, you are making me repeat myself when it is wholly uncalled for; hence you should consider paying attention for once. I asked, `How did you interpret the overall meaning of Robert Frost's The Road Not Taken? If you did your homework, your response would have most likely been more intelligent than, `Huh?' So, let us hear what you think.”

 

“Um, well, I think the poem is about a road…that wasn't taken,” Naruto stammered. He obviously did not do his homework.

 

“Naruto,” the teacher replied sharply, “did you do your homework?”

 

Naruto racked his brain for an excuse. “No, um, I didn't because… um… there was this…”

“NARUTO! That is enough! I do not want to hear any more excuses from you! I am positively sick of them. You will fail this class if you continue this way!” An evil smirk suddenly crept across his face. Naruto knew this was a bad sign. Mr. Umino stopped dead in his rant and calmly stated, “Well, class, I have come to the decision that we are going to have a project.” Everyone gave a disappointed moan. “It will be done in partners and will account for one half of the grade.” The students perked up at hearing the word partner, and eyes darted across the room as the students mentally chose who would be partners. Alas, Mr. Umino finished, “I will choose partners.” There was an icy glint in his eye for a brief moment accompanied by more moans of disappointment and deathly glares affixed on Naruto. “Everyone, this is not the fault of Naruto. It was my plan to give this project next week, but I would rather do this now. We will finish poetry another time.” He handed a piece of paper with the instructions to the students. “I will go over the instructions after I assign partners.”

 

Naruto moaned in agony and thoughts raced through his mind, /I hate projects! I especially hate projects with partners `cuz no one wants to partner with me. I'm just a burden. At this point, I don't care who it is, but please, please, please don't let it be Sasuke. Not Sasuke! Anyone but Sasuke!/ But Naruto's luck was usually bad, so of course… “Uchiha Sasuke and… Uzumaki Naruto.” /NO! This can't be happening! It just can't happen! Why me?!/

 

“I object! I can't work with him!” Naruto yelled as he tried to formulate the best argument he could even though he knew it was futile. “If you want us to come out of this project alive, you will switch us.”

 

“Dobe, the only one who would die is you. I won't die at your hands. You're too weak,” Sasuke stated. He did not bother to hide his smirk because he knew it REALLY pissed off the blond.

 

“Why you...” Naruto started before he was cut off by the teacher.

“I'm sorry Naruto but the list will not be changed. Now, I will explain the directions! Exploring the lives of those around you and learning to see the world through another's eyes allows one to reflect on their own lives. You may just learn something new about yourself by learning about your partner (A/N yeah, I know, how original). Become well acquainted with your partner, make a question and answer sheet, write in a journal about your day, write a five-page report on your partner and write a one page report on what you learned about them that you did not know. It is also required that you visit each other's house to see how it is different from your own home. There will be no excuses, and I will know if you have not been to your partner's house. How? Oh, believe you me, I have my connections.” The students noticed the slight smirk on his face appear again for a brief moment. “Ahem, now maybe you can understand why you are partnered with whom I chose. From what I noticed, each person knows little about his or her partner. You have not associated with this person, and you may not even like this person. Yet some of you may actually find that you have something in common with your partner. In addition, if you do something creative with your project or add anything approved by me, I will distribute extra credit. This can save some of you from failing this year.” When Mr. Umino mentioned people failing, his eyes seemed to glance at Naruto, which he noted.

 

/I must have Uchiha, over my house. What the hell am I going to do? I have to think of a plan. He cannot come over!/ “Mr. Umino, I can't have my partner over my house. I'm not allowed to have people over.” Naruto wished in his mind that the teacher would accept his excuse. Apparently, his wishes never come true either.

 

“Uzumaki, What I said is final. Uchiha has to visit your house. There are no ifs, ands or buts, so I will talk to your parents if you like.”

 

Naruto responded a little too quickly, “NO… um, no, that won't be necessary.” Then the bell rang; English was over. He zoomed out of the classroom as if it were plagued.

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Later that day
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The rest of Naruto's morning classes passed without incident. No teachers seemed like they wanted to bother with him today, and he had not gotten a detention yet, much to his surprise. Soon, before Naruto knew it, lunch was in session. Naruto sat at a secluded table with two other people. The one sat with his head on his arms, sleeping and oblivious to the world around him, and the other sat next to Naruto yapping about his day and the stupid project in English.

 

Well, I guess those two are my friends. They associate with me, which is more than I can say about the rest of the school. The one with his head down is Shikamaru, a lazy bastard who enjoys watching and discussing the clouds. One year, for Halloween, he even dressed as a cloud. I don't think there's an end to his laziness. He thinks everything is troublesome, and sometimes I just want to hit him for saying EVERYTHING, and I mean EVERYTHING, is troublesome. Also, he complains about his mom A LOT! From what I saw, she's a very nice lady, a little strict yet nice, but I don't feel like getting into it right now, maybe another time.

 

The other one is Kiba, my first friend and the person almost as loud as I am. He's sometimes rude and looks like a dog. Well, his two sharp teeth look like a dog's canines to me. He loves dogs, especially his little puppy Akamaru. There's never a bad time to talk about his little puppy, which I do agree is very adorable but just as annoying. He smells like his dog all the time and is always covered in dog hair. Kiba also enjoys making fun of me. I wonder if that is what it's like to have a brother, but never mind that, let's get back to the lunch session.

 

“I can't believe I got paired with Shino! He's such a creepy guy, and he doesn't talk to anyone. I think he is hiding something because of the way he always wears those glasses… Maybe his eyes are screwed up!” Kiba carried on like this for a full ten minutes.

 

Finally, Naruto snapped, “You think you have it bad. I am paired with Uchiha.” That last word was the bitter curse of a condemned man. “I mean at least you don't have a bastard as a partner. Hey, Shino could be a cool guy albeit creepy. My partner is just a cold hearted, emotionless ice princess. We cannot say a full sentence around the other without one of us brawling. /I am still pissed about being partnered with him, and he has to come to my house. Rich little ice princess has to come to my dump… GREAT! It's the icing on the cake (can't you tell the sarcasm?)./ I mean, Kiba, he may be an all right guy `cuz you don't know him yet, but I do know Sasuke. Worst of all is that I have to bring him to my house. What a treat!”

 

Just as Kiba was about to say something, Shikamaru stirred from his deep sleep, “Will you two stop complaining? You're giving me a headache,” Shikamaru whined not even opening his eyes to talk to them.

 

“Hey, Shika, who did you get paired with?” the faintest twitch of his eye could be seen as Kiba mentioned his partner.

 

“Ino,” he stated blankly, yet actually, he was annoyed with the fact that he was paired with a troublesome girl. She was one of the many girls that had their heart hopelessly set on the Uchiha bastard, which Naruto could not understand because Sasuke was not interested in any of them. He would not even give them a second glance, so Naruto always assumed no one met his standards. “It's troublesome,” Shikamaru finished then continued his light doze.

 

The rest of the day was uneventful, but Naruto's mind was turbulent with thoughts about the English project and Uchiha. Yet what could he do? Failing the project and the marking period was not an option since his parents would kill him (kill not being too far from the truth), and Uchiha would never allow it for he was too proud of success and grades. The stupid prick was a `genius' as everyone claimed.

 

Naruto was about to leave for the bus stop when a hand stopped him. “What do you want?” Naruto snapped at the intruder not even looking to see who it was.

 

“Dobe, I need to find out when you're available for this project, or did you already forget we're partners?” a smart-ass smirk appeared on his face, and the faint sound of a word that sounded something like `idiot' came from Sasuke. Oh, Naruto just wanted to wipe that damned smirk from his face with a swift punch…

 

“I didn't forget, you fucking bastard,” was the only thing Naruto said in response not wanting to stress the subject further.

 

“Well, then you can at least answer my question,” was the annoyed answer that came from the older, slightly taller, dark-eyed boy. Sasuke just wanted to plan this and get it over. They had two months to finish, but they had to start by Monday or the teacher would give them no credit for the journal entries and their self-reflections thus far.

“We can go to your house whenever. I am free from 6:30 P.M. until the time you throw me out. I'm also free on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays from the time school lets out until you throw me out. On the weekends I am also free, so from when I wake up, which is usually noon, until whenever you kick me out.” Naruto prayed that Sasuke did not notice that he omitted going to his house. He just really did not want Sasuke to meet his parents. Truthfully, he did not want anyone to meet them. In addition, Sasuke's family was rich and powerful, and Naruto was Naruto, not rich and only able to afford what he needed.

 

“Dobe, we have to go to your house too,” getting more annoyed, his right eye started to twitch. /Why couldn't talking to this dobe be easy?/ Sasuke wondered.

 

“Well, um, we will figure that out when we need to go to my house, okay? Okay.” With that, the blond was gone leaving behind a very pissed Sasuke.

 

“The nerve of that little Uzumaki brat running off like that! I was not done talking to him yet,” Sasuke fumed while waiting for his ride home.

 

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That night
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Naruto was sporting a very bad-looking black eye. “Damn father, I don't even know what I did this time.” Naruto squinted and hissed when he placed ice on the wound. “I hate him. No… correction, I hate them.” Naruto was lying on his bed in his small room. It definitely needed to be cleaned; clothes and trash littered the floor. “Well, I guess I'll have to clean my room before that Bastard comes over, whenever that will be.” He sighed in frustration and chewed on his pen cap. He finally finished his homework about two hours later. Now, a little black book lay open. This little book was the reason why he was still somewhat sane; it gave him an outlet for his emotions. This little book that lay in front of him obtained Uzumaki's deepest, darkest secrets.

 

Tuesday, October 1, 2005 11:00 P.M.

 

Dear Journal,

 

Today began like crap, got better, then ended up like crap. We got this gay project in English. Although I love Mr. Umino like an older brother, this project is crap. How could I let THE Uchiha into my crummy, shitty house? I am dreading it. I don't even want to learn about the Uchiha, and I don't want him to learn about me. Maybe I should make up a life or something. YEAH! That's what I'll do. Wait, I suck at lying…fuck. Anyway, nothing can be passed by the GREAT Uchiha. No, I am not jealous. Why should I? He only has everything…well, maybe I am. Do you know what pisses me off about him the most? He takes everything for granted. If I had his life, man, would I be… Wait, I'm rambling. Well anyway, school went by all right actually. Work was all right too, just the normal stuff you do at a bookstore, yes, in a bookstore. I love it there. I love to read, surprisingly. Well anyway, let me get back to the topic. I got home, and my parents were home which is unusual. They usually get home at 7:30, but it was only 6:30. I went into the kitchen to make myself something to eat because it would kill them to make me something to eat after I come home from school and work. My dad heard about my `behavior' this morning and gave me a good beating. I am used to it and everything, but why did he have to hit my face? He never does that unless he is furious. How am I going to explain this to my friends? Well, I better get going. I need a shower and sleep.

 

Ja ne for now,

Naruto ^^

 

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TBC

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(A/N) So this is my first fan fiction. I'm hoping that it will last, and I'll update. So what do you think? Should I continue? Is it good enough? I suck at grammar also, so there will probably be lots of that. I hope that it is not too bad. Um, review and tell me what you think. Flamers are welcome. Just don't review telling me how much it sucks and all. Please go easy.