Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Façade ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Title: Facade
Author: Illuma
Fandom: Naruto
Feedback: Feedback is always welcome!

Dream: So anyways... the plot bunnies have taken this story farther ahead then what I've currently written. Huzzah right? Of course.
Sasuke: What are you babbling about now?
Dream: Your death.
Sasuke: Oh ok- wait what?!
Dream: -Laughs-
Itachi: Foolish ototo.
Sasuke: Shut up Itachi.
Itachi: -Smirks-
Dream: Right.... I'll be over there. -Sidles away-
Naruto: You know, I like this Sasuke.
Itachi: You actually read it?
Naruto: Uh huh. Not bad either. This'll be more fun than the normal emo teme. More closed off and he pushes harder.
Sasuke: -Blinks-
Dream: That sounded dirty. Naruto you pervert.
Naruto: Huh? What'd I say?
Dream: -Sniggers- Ok. Warnings and disclaimer. Enjoy.

Warnings: Uh... there's not much to really be warned about. o-o;
Disclaimer: You should be glad I don't own it. o.o Seriously. I could think of some really stupid shit to do with the characters.

Chapter 2
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“Class. I'd like you all to say hello to your new classmate, Uchiha Sasuke. Haruno-san. Yamanaka-san. Sit down. I do not want to tell you again. Sasuke, would you like to say anything?”

Sasuke lifted his head and stared at the scarred man, looking back down at his sketchbook, flipping to a blank page and sketching out the word no in capital letters. He lifted it and showed the man. Iruka nodded and didn't say anything.

“Alright then. Girls! Sit down and leave Uchiha-san alone! I am sure he does not want either of you bothering him.”

The girls sulked and went back to their seats, both looking back several times to stare at the now drawing Sasuke. He had gone back to what he was doing.

Iruka sighed. “That goes for the rest of you. If he doesn't want to talk to you, please leave him alone.”

“Yes, sensei,” the class said, all of them turning to look at the man.

Sasuke had flipped back to the next page, erased the no and wrote out a thank you, showing the man before going back to what he was doing before anyone could notice. He already knew what his brother had told the man. He really did appreciate it.

Iruka smiled and went on with what he was supposed to be doing. Several minutes later the bell rang, signaling the end of the homeroom period.

“Ah, Uchiha-san may I have a quick word with you?” Iruka said as the other students grabbed their belongings and began heading out to their first class.

Sasuke approached him, sketchbook in hand, backpack on his back. Iruka looked around to make sure no one would hear them.

“You're brother explained a few things to me about you, and I understand what he meant. Your guardian, myself and most of your teachers were all good friends back in high school. I want you to know that you can trust us. Well, most of us anyways. I don't recommend ever going to Hatake-sensei unless absolutely necessary. He's not exactly helpful.

“I won't completely ask you to trust us, but I want you to know that you can come to us if any time if you ever need something. Understand?”

“Yeah,” Sasuke said. “Aniki said the same thing”

Iruka smiled.

“Did aniki ask you to tell them about me as well?”

“I offered to do it for him since he had to get to school. I hope it's alright with you that I do it.”

Sasuke shook his head. “It's fine. It's not something I can do myself.”

Iruka nodded. “Let me see your schedule so I know who to talk to.”

Sasuke nodded and pulled the sheet of paper of his sketchbook, handing it over to the man. Iruka looked it over and nodded at all of the names. Sakaye had arranged this. He was sure of it. Every single person listed was a friend of hers, and she obviously trusted all of them enough to do this for he.

Iruka smiled. “I figured as much she would do this.”

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

“All of your teachers, including myself, are good friends with Sakaye. We all teach the subjects you were taking at your last school. I had feeling she would make sure you had us as your teachers. She planned this all out.”

Sasuke shrugged.

“Ah well. That just makes this easier right?”

Sasuke shrugged again and nodded. “I suppose so. She wouldn't let me have just anyone as a teacher. Back at my last school she personally spoke to every single teacher I could have possibly had. She knows how I am.”

Iruka nodded. “Well, let's go then. I'd like to speak with your next teacher before class starts.”

Sasuke nodded and followed the man out, taking the schedule back from him and tucking it into his sketchbook. They walked in silence, passing students making their way to their classes. Some would stop and stare for a moment at the new student before going on.

Iruka stopped at a door and slid it open. “Asuma,” he said, stepping into the half filled room.

“Good morning, Iruka,” the man said, turning to look at them, an unlit cigarette hanging from his mouth.

Iruka sighed at the sight of the cancer stick but said nothing about it. “Asuma, this is Uchiha Sasuke. The new student.”

“Oh? Well nice to meet you then. Sarutobi Asuma.”

Sasuke nodded, but didn't say anything.

“So what's up, Iruka? Any particular reason you came with him?”

“Yes actually. I met his brother this morning, and he told me a few things his teachers should know.”

“Is that so? Alright then. Sasuke why don't you take a seat? I think the back one by the window is still vacant.”

Sasuke shrugged and moved away towards it, avoiding contact with the other students in the room.

“So what should I know?”

“Ah, I'll tell you what his brother told me. I'm sure he would have told us the same thing if he had the time. But apparently the incident eight years ago changed him quite a bit. He pushes people away, and I guess he's been known to cause problems when other students bother him and don't stop. I don't know what happens, but his brother said if anything does happen to contact him immediately. Ah. Also, he said not to call on Sasuke or force him to speak. And if he starts drawing, his brother said to let him do it. I guess it's his way of communicating when he can't say something.”

Asuma nodded. “Interesting kid.”

“Oh, and did you know Sakaye is apparently his guardian?”

“Eh? Really? Then how come she couldn't come talk to us today?”

“Apparently she's in Russia. No idea what for though. But I was looking at Sasuke's schedule and I found it rather interesting that every single teacher he has, knows Sakaye as well.”

“Woah, really?”

“Yeah. It's a weird coincidence that almost all of us became teachers at the same high school we went to. I'm guessing she did this for a reason. Possibly because he has some trust issues. I'm assuming so anyways.”

“You're probably right. She wouldn't get all of us as his teachers unless she had a reason to do so.”

Iruka nodded. “Well I need to get going. I offered to tell the others.”

Asuma grinned. “See ya then,” he said, waving slightly as the scarred brunet left his classroom.

Iruka nodded and left, heading back to his own classroom to give his students a study period while he spoke to the others that would be Sasuke's teachers.

Asuma watched with slight amusement at the twitching he could see in the young Uchiha's eyebrow. Sakura and Ino were bothering him again.

“Ladies,” he said over the noise of the students. “Leave the new student alone. I'm sure he doesn't appreciate the two of you trying to flirt with him. Besides, he's probably gay,” he joked, grinning at Sasuke. He'd find out later it was night wise to joke about Uchiha Sasuke's sexuality.

At the end of the class, Sasuke approached his desk and handed him a rather remarkable sketch. If it hadn't been for the fact that he was the main subject, he would have commented on it. All he did was stare at a picture of his gruesome death as Sasuke walked out of the class, smirking triumphantly.

“Not to self,”Asuma muttered, shoving the sketch into a drawer.. “Don't joke around about Uchiha's.”

Sasuke found that he had obtained pretty much the same seat in every class. He was always in the back row. Most of his classes he was by the window, and one of them he was a few desks away, seated between a guy who for the most part was sleeping the entire time and a kid who was snacking all through class. Neither bothered him and he vaguely paid attention to the lesson as he drew. He could multi task quite easily. He'd done it at his last school, and he was doing it now. He usually remembered everything the teachers said and wrote it all down once he got home. No one ever said anything about it so it didn't really matter.

By the time lunch had rolled around, Sasuke had successfully distanced himself from almost everyone his age. Older students didn't really care enough to come up to him. Well, not with the way he would glare at them.

He had asked Umino-sensei if it was allowed to sit on the roof during lunch. The man had said yes and shown him the way, also telling him a few other students were usually up there as well. Sasuke nodded and said it would be fine so long as they didn't bother him.

Iruka left him at the door leading outside to the roof. Sasuke pushed it open, glancing around the immediate area finding a group on the other side directly in front of the door. He stepped out, closed the door behind him and went to the side of the roof, moving to a corner behind the door. He hoped they wouldn't bother him.

He pulled off his backpack and sat down and leaned against the concrete ledge. He pulled out his sketchbook and a pencil, about to continue his drawing when he felt his cell phone vibrating in his pocket. Without bothering to look at the caller I.D. he answered in.

“Hello?”

“How are you doing?”

“Okasan!” Sasuke exclaimed, sketchbook falling forgotten to the ground from his hands.

“Hey there kiddo,” Sakaye said. “How are you holding up?”

“I'm okay,” he said quietly. “The teachers are nice and no one is bothering me.”

Sakaye laughed. “That's good. When do you have Kakashi?”

“So he was right. You did plan this out.”

“Who was right? Wait. Let me guess. Iruka?”

“Yeah.”

“I thought so. But yes I did plan this out. When I found out most of my old friends were teachers that high school we all went together with, I found it rather convenient. I'm comfortable leaving you to them because I know I can trust them. Besides. Kurenai and Anko can do what I can't since I'm not there.” There was a pause before Sasuke heard her swearing. “Shit. Hon I gotta go. Tell Kakashi he still owes me three thousand USD. He'll know why. And tell him if I don't get it when I get back, I'm adding all the interest I was nice enough to not add over the years. I'll talk to you soon. Love ya Sasuke.”

“Okay. Bye okasan.”

Sasuke pulled the phone away and pushed end, smirking as he pocketed it. He wondered how the man would react.

He was about to start his drawing when the phone started vibrating again. He checked the id this time and laugh.

“Yeah?”

“Tell him it has to be cash. One hundred dollar bills.”

Sasuke laughed and nodded. “I'll be sure to tell him,” he said. “Goodbye, okasan.”

“Bye Sasuke. Tell Itachi I said hi for me kay?”

“You got it,” Sasuke said with a grin, hanging up and pocketing the phone once more. He picked up his sketchbook and grabbed a pencil, resuming his newest sketch.

“Hey isn't that the new kid?” the blond haired, blue eyed girl asked, eying the dark haired boy on the other side of the roof.

“Yeah,” the pink haired girl said. “Should we go talk to him?”

“I wouldn't,” said the dozing brunet sitting on the floor.

“And why not, Shikamaru?” the blond asked.

“Because Umino-sensei said not to bother him. There's obviously a reason for it. All of the other teachers said the same thing.”

“Well, there's no teachers here now. It's fine. Come one forehead girl.”

“Shut up, Ino-pig,” the other girl replied, getting up to follow Ino.

The rest of the group watched Sakura and Ino walk towards the dark haired boy.

“Hi. I'm Haruno Sakura.”

Sasuke ignored her.

“And I'm Yamanaka Ino.”

Sasuke ignored her as well.

“So where are you from?”

Apparently they didn't know about what had happened eight years ago, so they probably didn't know who he was. He supposed not many kids would know, but that was for the best.

“Yuki,” he muttered, not looking up as he continued drawing.

“Really? That's awesome,” Sakura said. “I've always wanted to go.”

“So why don't you, and leave me lone while you're at it. You're annoying and I don't like you.”

“We're just trying to be nice.”

“I don't care. Go away.”

Sakura and Ino sighed. “Fine,” they both muttered, turning and storming back to the group.

“He's a jerk,” Ino said.

“He's probably just scared of you, Ino-pig,” Sakura said, looking at her friend.

“I told you not to bother him,” Shikamaru muttered, slowly pushing himself to his feet.

“And where are you going?” Ino growled.

“To prove a point.”

The brunet lazily walked over to where Sasuke was sitting, not saying a word as he sat down on the concrete ledge, staring up at the sky.

“What now?” Sasuke said.

“Nothing,” Shikamaru said. “Just proving a point.”

“Oh? And what would that be?” he asked, mildly curious.

“Those two girls, Sakura and Ino, are rather troublesome,” Shikamaru replied, avoiding the question entirely.

“Hn.”

Neither said anything as Sasuke continued drawing, and Shikamaru continued staring at the sky, slowly sliding down to sit on the floor next to Sasuke, still looking up.

“Proved your point yet?”

Shikamaru looked over at the girls out of the corner of his eye. “Yeah, but it's to troublesome to go back over there. Mind if I stay?”

“No. Go ahead,” Sasuke said, grabbing his eraser to remove something.

They sat in silence for the remainder of the lunch period, neither saying a word to the other. Sasuke didn't mind the fact that this boy had come over. He knew what he was trying to do, and the Uchiha found it amusing. He liked this quiet kid. Better than the two ugly hags trying to get into his pants, that was for sure.

“See ya,” Shikamaru said as the bell rang signaling the end of lunch, getting up and going back to his friends to grab his backpack.

Sasuke didn't move as he continued his drawing. He didn't want to go to his next class. Apparently he had pretty much the same schedule as everyone else in his homeroom, aside from his art class. The two hags would be there and they would probably bother him again.

He set down his pencil and pulled out his phone, hitting the speed dial for Itachi's phone.

“Sasuke? Is something wrong?”

“Aniki,” he replied quietly. “Please come take me home.”

“Sasuke what's wrong?”

Sasuke lowered his head, drawing his knees up to his chest. “These two girls are making me uncomfortable. They're in almost every class and they ignore the teachers and keep bothering me. I don't want something to happen.”

“Alright. I'll come get you. Just go to your next class and I'll be there as soon as I can okay?”

“Okay,” Sasuke muttered, ending the call and tucking it back into his pocket.

He watched out of the corner of his as the other students left, the two girls giving him looks that made him shudder. Shikamaru just shrugged and followed his friends back inside. He waited until they were all gone before packing his things away and following them back down to the first floor to go to his next class. He knew Itachi would be there soon. All he had to do was wait.

-

Itachi sighed as he excused himself from class, apologizing to the professor as he grabbed his things and left. He'd had a feeling something like this would happen. Sasuke was scared. It wasn't unusual. The younger Uchiha didn't like being around people he didn't know, especially two girls trying to shamelessly flirt with him. He had major trust issues and those girls were only making it worse by doing that.

He headed out to the parking lot and pulled his keys from his pocket, pushing the small unlock button on the plastic attachment. He stepped up to the black car and pulled open the driver side door, throwing his backpack into the back seat before climbing in. He sorely wished it was Sakaye doing this instead of him. She knew how to deal with his ototo a lot better than he did.

Back in Yukigakure, she'd always been the one to take care of everything. To both brothers, she had become their mother after their real one had been killed, but she was always needed more by the insecure Sasuke. She always knew how to make everything better. Itachi didn't have that ability.

He sighed as he started the car and pulled out of the space, going on to pull out into the street and drive back to the high school. He thought about calling the school to let them know he was taking Sasuke home, but he figured it would be better idea to tell Shizune and have her come with him to the classroom. It wasn't like he knew where it was anyways.

He sighed again as he pulled up to the school, opting to go to the parking lot this time. He figured he might be a bit longer than last time. He parked in the first available space, turned it off, grabbed his keys and climbed out, closing the door behind him. No students were milling about this time. They must all be in class.

He headed towards the main building, running a hand through his hair as he stepped up to the door, pulling it open and stepping inside. He turned and headed for the main office, pulling that door open and stepping inside, eyes landing on the secretary named Suzume.

“Where's Shizune-san?” he asked, approaching the dark haired woman sitting at the desk.

“Hm? Oh. She's in her office. I'll get her for you,” she said, smiling up at Itachi.

Itachi nodded and watched as she rose and went through the door behind her. She returned a few minutes later and sat back down, Shizune coming through the door after her.

“Uchiha-san?” What are you doing here?”

“Sasuke called me.”

“Eh? May I ask why?”

“He wants to go home,” he replied. “Apparently two female students won't stop bothering him and it's making him uncomfortable. He's afraid he might do something.”

“I see,” Shizune said. “I'll take you to his class then so you can get him. Who does he have now?”

Itachi pulled the schedule from his pocket and looked at it. “Shiranui Genma,” he replied, pocketing the schedule.

Shizune nodded. “This way then,” she said, walking out of the office heading down the hallway, passing several classrooms. She stopped near the end of the hallway and slid open the door. “Good afternoon Shiranui-sensei,” Shizune said, stepping into the room.

Itachi stood in the doorway, scanning the room for his ototo.

“What can I do for you?” Genma asked, looking from Shizune to Itachi.

“Uchiha Sasuke,” Shizune said.

Somewhere at the back of the room Sasuke's head shot up, staring straight at his brother. He quickly shoved his things into his backpack and rose from his seat, making his way up to the front of the class.

“Where's he going?” Genma asked, watching the dark haired student approach the taller dark haired male in the doorway.

“Home,” Shizune said. “He's not feeling well.”

Sasuke practically latched onto his brother as soon as he reached him, burying his face against his arm. Itachi patted his head and pulled him out of the room.

“Any homework assignments?” Shizune asked.

Genma nodded dumbly and pulled a folder out of his desk, grabbing one of the sheets and handing it to her. “Due Wednesday,” he said.

Shizune nodded and took it, stepping out and sliding the door shut. She handed the sheet to Itachi and followed the two brothers back to the main entrance of the building. Itachi turned his head to look at her, mouthing a thank you before opening the door and pulling Sasuke out, heading for the parking lot. Shizune smiled in return and waved as she watched them go.

-

“I didn't think Uchiha could move that fast,” a blond haired male said, leaning to his left a little.

“He was eager to get out of here,” Shikamaru said.

“Why?”

Shikamaru sighed. “Mendokusai,” he muttered. “Do you ever remember hearing about the Uchiha massacre about eight years ago?”

“Vaguely.”

“Well apparently Sasuke and his brother were the only ones left alive. They say it was a miracle Sasuke was even still alive. He was in the room when the guy killed his parents. They also said that the guy that did it was supposed to have a very very good friend of the family, and he never said why he did it. But after the brothers moved away from Konoha with some woman.

“I'm guessing that the reason the teachers are telling us not to bother him is because he has problems being around other people and feels uncomfortable. Sakura and Ino obviously don't care enough to respect his wishes and made it worse. He probably called his brother right after I left to come and get him. After what happened he probably has major trust issues, and all of the teachers know about it. I find it odd that aside from the fact that we have almost all of the same classes together, all of his teachers are good friends with each other, so whoever his 'mom' is arranged it so that he had them instead of someone she doesn't know.”

“You think so?”

“Yes, Naruto. Now shut up so I can go back to sleep.”

Naruto grinned and shifted back to sit up and resume listening to Genma's boring lecture. He was teaching basic anatomy to the freshman and the man himself found it extremely boring. He'd much rather talk about certain other parts of the human body just to embarrass his students.

“Think I should talk to him tomorrow?” Naruto asked about fifteen minutes later, poking the Nara in the ribs.

“Do what you want. Just don't piss him off.”

Naruto grinned sheepishly and nodded. He supposed he could try.

TBC...