Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Sand In A Cage ❯ Chapter II - The First Day Of The Rest Of Their Lives ( Chapter 3 )
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By: The Caged Bird 
Gaara, Kankuro, and Temari's first day of school!...*gasp* wonder how things'll turn out for them XD and OMG this school is like TOTALLY screwed over XD i mean...look at the teachers the work there! yikes...hope they survive it...XD
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.19.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.9K | Visits: 453 | Status: Completed
Gaara, Kankuro, and Temari's first day of school!...*gasp* wonder how things'll turn out for them XD and OMG this school is like TOTALLY screwed over XD i mean...look at the teachers the work there! yikes...hope they survive it...XD
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.19.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.9K | Visits: 453 | Status: Completed
Chapter II: First Day of The Rest of Their Lives
“Guuuys! Wake up or we’ll be late for our first day!”
“Urusei baka yo…” came the grumbling from the 14-year-old male when Naruto came barging in to wake him up. The foxy boy snorted and smacked Kankuro in the head with a pillow before walking out to knock on the attic door located in the ceiling to tell Gaara it was time to get up. Temari was already awake, naturally being the first of the three up since she normally made breakfast and packed lunches for the other two before they would leave.
Each was dressed according to their preference, Temari sporting a blue plaid skirt with a large diamond-spiked belt and a short-sleeve zip-up shirt with a hood and knee-high stockings with black feminine army boots and a few leather and plastic bracelets. Kankuro was wearing black jeans with a violet hue that sagged around his Byte Me boxers, also wearing a spiked belt and a long-sleeve dark blue shirt with a violet flamed button up that was open. On his feet were a pair of black Vans with black laces that had purple stars. The youngest was by far the most interesting. He wore large bondage pants that hung low on his hips despite the black chain-and-spiked belt he wore and tied off at his ankles. He wore a black midriff with the Heartless logo from Kingdom Hearts with a waist-length black fishnet shirt underneath that capped off like fingerless gloves at the end of the sleeves. He wore black and red Etnies with black and red laces. Around his wrists were plastic bands, a spiked leather bracelet on his left and a chained one on his right. Around his neck was a black leather choker that had a ruby-eyed demonic skull with spiked studs and chains adorning it as well as a steel-ball necklace and another chain and spikes necklace. In his left ear was a thick loop that had a dangling ruby fang.
She was surprised to find lunches and breakfast already made when she walked into the kitchen, the honey-eyed female having prepared it all ahead of time. It was quite simple, waffles, eggs, and bacon with orange juice and a side of milk. For their lunch they were given money (something new to them) so they could have lunch at school. Breakfast was a little slow since they regularly got up at about 9am and went to school about 10am, whereas in California they got up at 7am and were to be at school by 8am.
Once their plates were empty all four of the kids headed out, the school being within walking distance. “So…what exactly is this school called and are there people there as weird as you there?” Naruto sweat dropped at Kankuro’s question.
“The school is called Anaheim High and I guess you could say there are people like me there…though they’re more on weird side than I am. I’m sure you’ll fit right in Kankuro…” he chuckled and ducked as the other male swiped at him.
Temari rolled her eyes and shook her head. The rest of the short journey was held in discussion about the city and whether or not they were allowed to go sightseeing after school. The Uzumaki kid explained that they had to go home before they could go anywhere else and make sure someone would be home so when they were done they could call and be picked up but he was pretty sure they’d be able to hang out later.
The three stopped at the gates to the school once they reached it, never having seen a facility so large. Their old school accommodated about a 800 students max including staff. Anaheim High held over 2500 students with 100 personnel including teachers, officers, and janitorial and cafeteria workers. All in all, it was HUGE.
“Come on I’ll take you to the office to get your schedules…I got mine in the mail since I’ve lived here all my life…” Naruto called from the front office. The others followed quickly as not to lose him in the large sea of students.
“Kinaiya-saaan!!” he shouted, making the woman at the desk jump. “Oh god Naruto don’t do that…you know I hate it when you do that!” she shouted glaring at him slightly. He merely cackled then shoved the three up to the desk.
“Here…these are my new siblings…Kazekage Temari, Kankuro, and Sabaku no Gaara…help them out will ya? I have people I need to meet up with…” the female gave him a comical look as he waved and took off down the hall, leaving his new brothers and sister in the office.
“That boy…god he better not pull anything this year or so help me..” she trailed off with a sigh then smiled to the newcomers. “Alright then…Temari, Kankuro, and Gaara was it? You must be from Hiroshima…we were told about you three. You don’t have to worry most everyone here is Japan-oriented because of the incident so there won’t be a problem with communication. I will state, however, that the rules and regulations of America are vastly different from that of Japan.” she paused and requested their papers, which Kankuro handed her.
“For starters. We do not have a dress code though I do hope you will take it upon yourselves to dress accordingly. Attendance remains constant though if you have a written note from your parent and/or a doctor your absences and tardies will be excused. You will have a block schedule, meaning on certain days you will have one set of classes and on others you will have a different set. There are six classes total that you will take and we will assign what is necessary to graduate. The grade range in Japan was done by age…here in America we do it by grade…for instance. Temari you will be a Junior, Kankuro is a Sophomore, and Gaara is in 8th grade. The grades begin with elementary school which is Kindergarten to 3rd grade, then it moves to junior high or middle school and that is from 4th to 7th, and high school is 8th to 12th. The lat four grades have special names: 9th grade is Freshman, 10th is Sophomore, 11th is Junior, and 12th is senior. If you don’t fulfill the requirements for each grade you won’t graduate. So far you have all passed each grade efficiently and are now placed in the appropriate grade.” she trailed off as she typed something up in the computer then walked over to the printer where three sheets were retrieved. She handed them each their own paper then sat back down.
“Those are your schedules…take the time to locate and memorize your classes and you should be good to go…” with that she shooed them off to discover the whereabouts of these new classes.
“What do you have Temari?” the middle child asked as they escaped to a more secluded are under a tree to figure out where they were going.
“Well…on A days…I’m guessing that’s even numbered classes, I have English (the language), American Literature, and Technical Theatre II…on B days, odd numbered classes, I have Geometry, U.S. History, and French…” she tilted her head. “…and I have 1st lunch everyday…what about you?”
“I have Biology, Auto Tech, and Algebra B and then I have World History, English II, and French with you…but I have 2nd lunch…” he replied. “what about you Gaara?”
The turquoise-eyed one handed them the schedule. “let’s see…Gaara has Social Studies, Pre-Algebra, and Art Honors…then he has Graphic Design II, English I, and Integrated Science…but he has 1st lunch on A days and 2nd lunch on B days…so we’ll see him every other day aside from the 20 minute nutrition breaks before 2nd hour…” the eldest pointed out as she handed Gaara back his paper.
“Oi guys!” the three turned their gazes to Naruto, who was surrounded by a bunch of people and was waving a hand, motioning for them to come over. They were uneasy but they obliged. “Everyone these are the brothers and sister I was talking about! I told you I had new siblings…” he stated with a firm nod.
“So these are the people from Japan?” one asked her head bobbing back and forth, pink hair bouncing to the beat of the iPod she was listening to. “They seem a little odd…”
“Like you are one to talk big-forehead?” a platinum blonde stated, her hands going to her hips.
“Shut up Ino nobody asked you!” the other replied as lightning bolts formed between them.
“Oh knock it off already. Sakura, Ino take a chill pill…” came the opinion of a long-haired boy, a brow lofted as his arms crossed.
“Ok…guys…this is Temari, Kankuro, and Gaara…” Naruto started introductions before a fight broke out. He then turned to his adopted family members and pointed to each of his friends. “…ok going in order from left to right is Sakura, Ino, Shikamaru, Shino, Lee, Sasuke, and Tenten…we’re not much, but hell we’re better than a lot of people at this school…”
Each gave their own salutation whether polite or not and the three sand children did the same.
The group all stopped and stared however when a long 20-pack black limo pulled up in front of the gates, people stepping out of the way while at the same time aiming to get as close as they could. A woman dressed in a black business dress and black shades stepped out before holding the door open for two others. One was a small girl about the age range of 12 with eerie white eyes and short semi-bowl cute hair and long sideburns. She was dressed in expensive suede khakis and a leather button-up tank top with white leather loafers. Slung over her shoulder was a genuine leather and gem encrusted satchel. The next person to step out was what people thought was another young girl, until they did a double take to realize it was in fact a young boy. He was 14 years old, a few months off before he turned 15. His hair was long, going down to his upper thigh and was dark brunette, often mistaken for black depending on the lighting. His eyes were also that endless ivory color and he wore a headband. His skin was as pale as the girl’s as well. He wore a long white leather funnel skirt that had high slits on both sides, a pair of black spandex pants on underneath that. On his feet were black slipper-like shoes. His top consisted of a sleeveless polyester turtleneck and a very larger long-sleeve nylon shirt that stopped at the elbow and folded over while hanging off the shoulders. Around his neck was a white velvet choker with a set of angel’s wings sprouting from a royal-cut diamond that hung upside-down. His eyes were lined with black eyeliner and his lips were painted black on top crimson on the bottom. All in all he looked like a serious cross dresser.
“Who are they?” the brunette asked as the two students past by.
“Oh them…that’s Hyuga Hinata and her cousin….not sure what his name is. Nobody knows for sure…all we know is that the name he goes by is his American middle name which is Angel.” the boy called Shikamaru clarified with a snort.
“They’re the richest people in the USA…Hinata’s father is the head of Japan’s leading manufacturing companies so they’re very wealthy. Angel was born here instead of Japan like Hinata was, hence the reason for him having a middle name unlike the rest of the Japanese-oriented people. Both his parents died though so he now lives with his uncle and his two cousins…Hanabi is Hinata’s little sister, but she’s only in 6th grade.”
“Why do they go to school then if they are so rich? Why don’t they just do private schooling?” Temari turned to Shikamaru, but Sasuke was quick to answer that for her.
“They go to a public school because Hiasahi, Hinata’s and Hanabi’s father, want them all to enjoy being normal kids as much as possible. Hinata is a shy and quiet girl…she stammers a lot when she talks especially around boys…Angel…well…he’s kind of stuck up and selfish. I’ve never heard of his having any friends. Not Even Hanabi likes him. Hinata does though so I guess that counts for something.” just then the bell rang and everyone groaned.
“Off to 1st…today we visit all of our classes to see where we are and who we have…”
“Well…I’m off to Biology…geh..I think I have Ibisu-sensei..” Naruto muttered and slumped.
“Hey don’t feel too bad Naruto. At least you have Biology with Sasuke-kun… “Sakura pointed out jealously. That only made the Kitsune snort. “…joy…” was his sarcastic reply.
Said boy was walking away after shooting the blonde a glare. Naruto merely stuck out his tongue and flipped him off before following after, not wishing to be late on his first day.
Temari explained that she had to go to English so she left her two brothers to head up the stairs to her designated room. Kankuro looked to Gaara who was as stoic as ever before looking over his schedule again. “ I have Biology too so…I guess you’re on your own for now pipsqueak…”
“….”
“You ’re in Social Studies right now so you have to go out to room 302...Temari and I will meet you in the same spot we were this morning for nutrition break.” with a wave the elder headed off into one of the nearby buildings, having gone in the direction of Sasuke and Naruto.
“hn..” the sand demon turned and walked away, out to the 300 building to go to his first class. Inside was a rowdy group of students, the teacher obviously not having arrived yet, that was until a loud “SILENCE” was heard ringing though the air.
The students quickly took a random seat as the teacher approached his desk, Gaara having moved to the far back corner where no one else was. The man looked in his early 20s, with a long black ponytail and an outfit plain and simple. A scar was across the bridge of his nose, which was about all that made him look unique.
“Alright then…I’m sure most of you know that you are in Social Studies…however we will cover more than just the regular basics in my class…” he paused and wrote his name in both English and Kanji on the board. “My name is Iruka Umino. You can call me Mr. Iruka, Mr. Umino, Umino-san, or Umino-sensei…I don’t particularly care…”
An Asian girl rose her hand. “can we call you dolphin?” he sweat dropped. “…ah…no. you cannot call me dolphin. Any of the optional names are allowed though. Ok then! Time for a seating chart!” the class groaned.
The entire period was spent finding and assigning seats, handing out papers, and getting to know each other (say for Gaara whom remained in his corner away from the social groups).
Nutrition break was a small release from the first period, most everyone having escaped as soon as possible, knowing they still had either one class, lunch, and two classes or two classes, lunch and one class to cover.
As planned, the three siblings met up under the tree they had been standing under before school started, they each having ten dollars from Tsunade to spend on either a snack or lunch. Naruto and his gang were all sitting in their personally designated area that had been proclaimed their own since Shikamaru was in the 8th grade. He had asked if Temari, Kankuro, and Gaara would like to join them, but they kindly declined and said they would sit with them tomorrow.
“Gaara here’s three bucks each from me and Kankuro…would you go get us a Dr. Pepper, a Pepsi, and two bags of Doritos?”
“…fine” was all he said as he took the cash and walked up to one of the venders. It was then he took notice of the one they called Angel.
The boy, clearly being a very popular person, was surrounded by girls (often more than Sasuke was). He didn’t look all that enthusiastic over being hounded by females, the scowl on his face proving that point. He excused himself then and walked over to the same vender that Gaara was. Unlike everyone else in the school, the redhead did not move aside for Angel. Even if he was the richest family in Japan and the U.S. he was still a regular person like everyone else. At least that’s what Gaara believed.
“Move it”
Gaara didn’t budge.
“Hey are you listening to me?”
“….”
“I said move…”
“…..”
A larger male, he having been pointed out as Chouji, glared and grasped the smaller one by the shoulder. When he spun Gaara around they had locked gazes. “I said move and I meant it…”
“…Why don’t you wait your turn like the rest of the American population…” came the sudden and shocking reply of Sasuke, who was standing behind them, along with Angel who was in front of Sasuke.
“Why don’t you mind your own business Uchiha? This little punk is in Angel-sama’s way…”
The ebony-haired snorted. “…please…the only reason why you’re being so bitchy about it is because Angel-sama gives you money for food you kiss ass…”
The plump 10th grader glared and was going to go off on Sasuke when a hand rose. “…knock it off Chouji…he is right. Why don’t you go find another vender to blow off, I am pretty capable of handling myself on my own…” Angel ordered with a stern look.
Chouji looked from Sasuke to Gaara then to Angel, slumped and trudged off. Angel eyed him then sighed heavily. “fucking little brat….” he muttered.
Gaara stared at Angel incredulously. If the kid was such a rich snob why was he telling someone off for trying to get him to the front of the line?
Angel blinked. “….what are you staring at?” he asked. Gaara didn’t say a word and just continued staring. It was beginning to unnerve the dark brunette. “would you stop that?”
“….”
“Are you going to pay for your food? Other people are hungry kid” Sasuke called from behind Angel. That was when Gaara snapped out of it, looked to Sasuke, then ordered his food and went back to his brother and sister.
“Took you long enough, what kept you” Kankuro chided as he snatched the Dr. Pepper and a bag of Doritos.
Temari shook her head before pausing. “…what are you staring at Gaara?” she wondered then followed his line of sight to Angel who was now back in the horde of girls looking utterly miserable as he tried to drink his cola. “…hm…I don’t know what is so fascinating about some rich bastard that looks like a woman…” she commented and snapped open her Pepsi.
Her little brother didn’t move or reply, his light sea green gaze not leaving the older boy’s form until the bell rang for their next class.
The blonde sand child sighed heavily and sweat dropped. She hated Geometry. Absolutely despised it. What she despised most about it was the annoying Shikamaru, whom she’d discovered was not only a Junior like herself but had three classes with her as well. She made an indefinable noise when he motioned for her to join him in a seat and reluctantly accepted.
“So…what do you think of the U.S.A. so far?” he asked as they all got situated.
She shrugged and focused on her work. “…it’s alright I suppose…I miss Hiroshima…but I guess pickers can’t be choosers…I’ll get used to it…I’m more worried about how my brothers are taking it”
“Yeah about your brothers…what’s with Kankuro and that face paint? Was it the latest fashion in Japan or something?” he trailed off a moment to copy down the notes (can’t believe it homework on the first day).
Temari thought this over and chuckle a bit. “…I have no idea. I’m guessing it’s a phase he’s going through, but I’m not quite sure. I don’t care what people think of it and neither does he”
“ah I see…and what about the little brother, Gaara was it? What’s up with him and his mute and stoic attitude?”
That was a more difficult question to answer. “..Hmm…I really couldn’t tell you. He’s always been that way. Me and Kankuro are the only ones he ever speaks to…we’ve never heard of him talking to anyone else, not even his teachers. They didn’t mind though because he was a top student in everything he did…”
After that they had to be silent while their Geometry teacher, Miss King, began the lesson.
Kankuro was having about as much fun as his sister was. He had come to find he was TAing for Gaara’s second period class, which was Graphic Design II.
As everyone filed in, he and his brother straggled behind. “Come on now if any of you are not in a seat when the bell rings I will give you detention…”
“Yes Kakashi-sensei” they all said in unison as they took their seats. It took them maybe five minutes to be seated and quiet so the teacher could begin.
“Alright…well…first off are the seating arrangements…” with that everyone stood up and collected their things.
Since Kankuro was the TA he sat at the teacher’s desk, watching his brother patiently. As Kakashi sorted the students the way he wanted he took note of once that were lacking in skill while he kept a mental list of those who were top in the class and paired them together.
“Ok…this is going to work in pairs…no arguments. If you’re not happy with your partner come and talk to me and we will see what we can do. For now stick with who I give you….”
About 20 minutes later everyone was in their seat with their partner. Angel sweat dropped when he found he would be paired with one of the new kids, obviously being of low skill since he was the top in the class. He sat down in front of Gaara and rested an elbow on the table, his face in the palm of his hand.
He shifted uneasily at the eyes that seemed to be burning a hole in the back of his head. He turned and looked at Gaara who was staring like a hawk. “…Er…would you mind not doing that? It’s a little unnerving” he asked as politely as he could.
“….”
“Don’t you talk? Do you understand English?” he wondered lofting a brow.
“….”
“Sheesh if you’re going to be rude the least you could to is vocalize it” the long-haired senior retorted and turned back around, determined to ignore the burning turquoise gaze of his partner.
It was like that the entire class. He couldn’t shake off Gaara’s constant watch. Even Kankuro was beginning to wonder what was wrong.
Finally lunch rolled around, all of them lucky enough to have it together at least every other day. It went pretty slow and yet it went by too quickly for anyone to really enjoy it. It almost seemed like it had only been ten minutes when the bell was ringing for the end of lunch.
Angel was quite disturbed to find out he was TAing two of the Kazekage child’s classes as well as having Art Honors with him. why me…what did I do to deserve this… he though to himself as he took his seat at the teacher’s desk, pulling out his laptop to begin some Graphic Design work Kakashi had requested. Pre-Algebra…I don’t even remember taking this class…oh well, nothing better to brighten my day than to teach snot-nosed little 8th graders. he sighed heavily, blinking when he felt those eyes on him once more and tweaked. god doesn’t he have anything better to do? I mean I know it’s weird when girls gawk at me but this is ridiculous…
He was thankful for his laptop that way he didn’t have to look up for any reason since everything they were doing was a review of junior high curriculum. That one kid however. It was getting to be too much to the point he dreaded the other two classes he had to share with the 12-year-old.
Thankfully for Angel, Gaara was kept busy the other two classes and didn’t have much time to sit and gape at him like he had been doing all day long. It gave him a sense of peace at last. By the end of school he was ready to go home.
DING DING DING DING
That was the sign for everyone to escape to the freedoms of after school. And as soon as it rang the white-eyed one was out the door, though only to be pursued by Gaara. does this guy ever give up… he made a B-line for the door but was stopped when he realized he had to go back to his locker to get his things. With that in mind he spun around and quickly ran back to his locker, opening it. He paused. Gaara’s locker was a mere two feet away from his and said person was clearing his own out. He watched the petite figure trying to reach up and grab his things since it was the upper locker, which he wasn’t quite tall enough to reach.
“etto…” he rolled over two options in his mind. Help Gaara out or stand there like an asshole and watch him struggle with it a few minutes before walking away. Something compelled him to go up and search in the 8th grader’s locker for his things, handing them to the smaller male. “here…”
“….” Gaara looked up at him blankly as he took his binders and stuffed them in his backpack.
Angel scowled a bit and huffed. not even a-
“thank you”
He blinked. Did he just say what I think he just said?
“y-you’re welcome” he found himself stammering. Just those two words voiced out the domineering and cold determination in the young man’s voice that sent chills up his spine.
“Neji-nii-san!” he tweaked and spun around to see Hanabi and Hinata.
Gaara’s eyes narrowed at them. Neji… he noted that for reference before turning to the brunette. “See you in class..” he then turned and walked away.
Ok make that six words I’ve heard from him…
“Neji-nii-san! Come on before we’re late getting home! Papa doesn’t like to be kept waiting!” Hanabi called as she and Hinata got back into the limousine.
With a heavy sigh and a slump he followed suit. He hated limos.
“Guuuys! Wake up or we’ll be late for our first day!”
“Urusei baka yo…” came the grumbling from the 14-year-old male when Naruto came barging in to wake him up. The foxy boy snorted and smacked Kankuro in the head with a pillow before walking out to knock on the attic door located in the ceiling to tell Gaara it was time to get up. Temari was already awake, naturally being the first of the three up since she normally made breakfast and packed lunches for the other two before they would leave.
Each was dressed according to their preference, Temari sporting a blue plaid skirt with a large diamond-spiked belt and a short-sleeve zip-up shirt with a hood and knee-high stockings with black feminine army boots and a few leather and plastic bracelets. Kankuro was wearing black jeans with a violet hue that sagged around his Byte Me boxers, also wearing a spiked belt and a long-sleeve dark blue shirt with a violet flamed button up that was open. On his feet were a pair of black Vans with black laces that had purple stars. The youngest was by far the most interesting. He wore large bondage pants that hung low on his hips despite the black chain-and-spiked belt he wore and tied off at his ankles. He wore a black midriff with the Heartless logo from Kingdom Hearts with a waist-length black fishnet shirt underneath that capped off like fingerless gloves at the end of the sleeves. He wore black and red Etnies with black and red laces. Around his wrists were plastic bands, a spiked leather bracelet on his left and a chained one on his right. Around his neck was a black leather choker that had a ruby-eyed demonic skull with spiked studs and chains adorning it as well as a steel-ball necklace and another chain and spikes necklace. In his left ear was a thick loop that had a dangling ruby fang.
She was surprised to find lunches and breakfast already made when she walked into the kitchen, the honey-eyed female having prepared it all ahead of time. It was quite simple, waffles, eggs, and bacon with orange juice and a side of milk. For their lunch they were given money (something new to them) so they could have lunch at school. Breakfast was a little slow since they regularly got up at about 9am and went to school about 10am, whereas in California they got up at 7am and were to be at school by 8am.
Once their plates were empty all four of the kids headed out, the school being within walking distance. “So…what exactly is this school called and are there people there as weird as you there?” Naruto sweat dropped at Kankuro’s question.
“The school is called Anaheim High and I guess you could say there are people like me there…though they’re more on weird side than I am. I’m sure you’ll fit right in Kankuro…” he chuckled and ducked as the other male swiped at him.
Temari rolled her eyes and shook her head. The rest of the short journey was held in discussion about the city and whether or not they were allowed to go sightseeing after school. The Uzumaki kid explained that they had to go home before they could go anywhere else and make sure someone would be home so when they were done they could call and be picked up but he was pretty sure they’d be able to hang out later.
The three stopped at the gates to the school once they reached it, never having seen a facility so large. Their old school accommodated about a 800 students max including staff. Anaheim High held over 2500 students with 100 personnel including teachers, officers, and janitorial and cafeteria workers. All in all, it was HUGE.
“Come on I’ll take you to the office to get your schedules…I got mine in the mail since I’ve lived here all my life…” Naruto called from the front office. The others followed quickly as not to lose him in the large sea of students.
“Kinaiya-saaan!!” he shouted, making the woman at the desk jump. “Oh god Naruto don’t do that…you know I hate it when you do that!” she shouted glaring at him slightly. He merely cackled then shoved the three up to the desk.
“Here…these are my new siblings…Kazekage Temari, Kankuro, and Sabaku no Gaara…help them out will ya? I have people I need to meet up with…” the female gave him a comical look as he waved and took off down the hall, leaving his new brothers and sister in the office.
“That boy…god he better not pull anything this year or so help me..” she trailed off with a sigh then smiled to the newcomers. “Alright then…Temari, Kankuro, and Gaara was it? You must be from Hiroshima…we were told about you three. You don’t have to worry most everyone here is Japan-oriented because of the incident so there won’t be a problem with communication. I will state, however, that the rules and regulations of America are vastly different from that of Japan.” she paused and requested their papers, which Kankuro handed her.
“For starters. We do not have a dress code though I do hope you will take it upon yourselves to dress accordingly. Attendance remains constant though if you have a written note from your parent and/or a doctor your absences and tardies will be excused. You will have a block schedule, meaning on certain days you will have one set of classes and on others you will have a different set. There are six classes total that you will take and we will assign what is necessary to graduate. The grade range in Japan was done by age…here in America we do it by grade…for instance. Temari you will be a Junior, Kankuro is a Sophomore, and Gaara is in 8th grade. The grades begin with elementary school which is Kindergarten to 3rd grade, then it moves to junior high or middle school and that is from 4th to 7th, and high school is 8th to 12th. The lat four grades have special names: 9th grade is Freshman, 10th is Sophomore, 11th is Junior, and 12th is senior. If you don’t fulfill the requirements for each grade you won’t graduate. So far you have all passed each grade efficiently and are now placed in the appropriate grade.” she trailed off as she typed something up in the computer then walked over to the printer where three sheets were retrieved. She handed them each their own paper then sat back down.
“Those are your schedules…take the time to locate and memorize your classes and you should be good to go…” with that she shooed them off to discover the whereabouts of these new classes.
“What do you have Temari?” the middle child asked as they escaped to a more secluded are under a tree to figure out where they were going.
“Well…on A days…I’m guessing that’s even numbered classes, I have English (the language), American Literature, and Technical Theatre II…on B days, odd numbered classes, I have Geometry, U.S. History, and French…” she tilted her head. “…and I have 1st lunch everyday…what about you?”
“I have Biology, Auto Tech, and Algebra B and then I have World History, English II, and French with you…but I have 2nd lunch…” he replied. “what about you Gaara?”
The turquoise-eyed one handed them the schedule. “let’s see…Gaara has Social Studies, Pre-Algebra, and Art Honors…then he has Graphic Design II, English I, and Integrated Science…but he has 1st lunch on A days and 2nd lunch on B days…so we’ll see him every other day aside from the 20 minute nutrition breaks before 2nd hour…” the eldest pointed out as she handed Gaara back his paper.
“Oi guys!” the three turned their gazes to Naruto, who was surrounded by a bunch of people and was waving a hand, motioning for them to come over. They were uneasy but they obliged. “Everyone these are the brothers and sister I was talking about! I told you I had new siblings…” he stated with a firm nod.
“So these are the people from Japan?” one asked her head bobbing back and forth, pink hair bouncing to the beat of the iPod she was listening to. “They seem a little odd…”
“Like you are one to talk big-forehead?” a platinum blonde stated, her hands going to her hips.
“Shut up Ino nobody asked you!” the other replied as lightning bolts formed between them.
“Oh knock it off already. Sakura, Ino take a chill pill…” came the opinion of a long-haired boy, a brow lofted as his arms crossed.
“Ok…guys…this is Temari, Kankuro, and Gaara…” Naruto started introductions before a fight broke out. He then turned to his adopted family members and pointed to each of his friends. “…ok going in order from left to right is Sakura, Ino, Shikamaru, Shino, Lee, Sasuke, and Tenten…we’re not much, but hell we’re better than a lot of people at this school…”
Each gave their own salutation whether polite or not and the three sand children did the same.
The group all stopped and stared however when a long 20-pack black limo pulled up in front of the gates, people stepping out of the way while at the same time aiming to get as close as they could. A woman dressed in a black business dress and black shades stepped out before holding the door open for two others. One was a small girl about the age range of 12 with eerie white eyes and short semi-bowl cute hair and long sideburns. She was dressed in expensive suede khakis and a leather button-up tank top with white leather loafers. Slung over her shoulder was a genuine leather and gem encrusted satchel. The next person to step out was what people thought was another young girl, until they did a double take to realize it was in fact a young boy. He was 14 years old, a few months off before he turned 15. His hair was long, going down to his upper thigh and was dark brunette, often mistaken for black depending on the lighting. His eyes were also that endless ivory color and he wore a headband. His skin was as pale as the girl’s as well. He wore a long white leather funnel skirt that had high slits on both sides, a pair of black spandex pants on underneath that. On his feet were black slipper-like shoes. His top consisted of a sleeveless polyester turtleneck and a very larger long-sleeve nylon shirt that stopped at the elbow and folded over while hanging off the shoulders. Around his neck was a white velvet choker with a set of angel’s wings sprouting from a royal-cut diamond that hung upside-down. His eyes were lined with black eyeliner and his lips were painted black on top crimson on the bottom. All in all he looked like a serious cross dresser.
“Who are they?” the brunette asked as the two students past by.
“Oh them…that’s Hyuga Hinata and her cousin….not sure what his name is. Nobody knows for sure…all we know is that the name he goes by is his American middle name which is Angel.” the boy called Shikamaru clarified with a snort.
“They’re the richest people in the USA…Hinata’s father is the head of Japan’s leading manufacturing companies so they’re very wealthy. Angel was born here instead of Japan like Hinata was, hence the reason for him having a middle name unlike the rest of the Japanese-oriented people. Both his parents died though so he now lives with his uncle and his two cousins…Hanabi is Hinata’s little sister, but she’s only in 6th grade.”
“Why do they go to school then if they are so rich? Why don’t they just do private schooling?” Temari turned to Shikamaru, but Sasuke was quick to answer that for her.
“They go to a public school because Hiasahi, Hinata’s and Hanabi’s father, want them all to enjoy being normal kids as much as possible. Hinata is a shy and quiet girl…she stammers a lot when she talks especially around boys…Angel…well…he’s kind of stuck up and selfish. I’ve never heard of his having any friends. Not Even Hanabi likes him. Hinata does though so I guess that counts for something.” just then the bell rang and everyone groaned.
“Off to 1st…today we visit all of our classes to see where we are and who we have…”
“Well…I’m off to Biology…geh..I think I have Ibisu-sensei..” Naruto muttered and slumped.
“Hey don’t feel too bad Naruto. At least you have Biology with Sasuke-kun… “Sakura pointed out jealously. That only made the Kitsune snort. “…joy…” was his sarcastic reply.
Said boy was walking away after shooting the blonde a glare. Naruto merely stuck out his tongue and flipped him off before following after, not wishing to be late on his first day.
Temari explained that she had to go to English so she left her two brothers to head up the stairs to her designated room. Kankuro looked to Gaara who was as stoic as ever before looking over his schedule again. “ I have Biology too so…I guess you’re on your own for now pipsqueak…”
“….”
“You ’re in Social Studies right now so you have to go out to room 302...Temari and I will meet you in the same spot we were this morning for nutrition break.” with a wave the elder headed off into one of the nearby buildings, having gone in the direction of Sasuke and Naruto.
“hn..” the sand demon turned and walked away, out to the 300 building to go to his first class. Inside was a rowdy group of students, the teacher obviously not having arrived yet, that was until a loud “SILENCE” was heard ringing though the air.
The students quickly took a random seat as the teacher approached his desk, Gaara having moved to the far back corner where no one else was. The man looked in his early 20s, with a long black ponytail and an outfit plain and simple. A scar was across the bridge of his nose, which was about all that made him look unique.
“Alright then…I’m sure most of you know that you are in Social Studies…however we will cover more than just the regular basics in my class…” he paused and wrote his name in both English and Kanji on the board. “My name is Iruka Umino. You can call me Mr. Iruka, Mr. Umino, Umino-san, or Umino-sensei…I don’t particularly care…”
An Asian girl rose her hand. “can we call you dolphin?” he sweat dropped. “…ah…no. you cannot call me dolphin. Any of the optional names are allowed though. Ok then! Time for a seating chart!” the class groaned.
The entire period was spent finding and assigning seats, handing out papers, and getting to know each other (say for Gaara whom remained in his corner away from the social groups).
Nutrition break was a small release from the first period, most everyone having escaped as soon as possible, knowing they still had either one class, lunch, and two classes or two classes, lunch and one class to cover.
As planned, the three siblings met up under the tree they had been standing under before school started, they each having ten dollars from Tsunade to spend on either a snack or lunch. Naruto and his gang were all sitting in their personally designated area that had been proclaimed their own since Shikamaru was in the 8th grade. He had asked if Temari, Kankuro, and Gaara would like to join them, but they kindly declined and said they would sit with them tomorrow.
“Gaara here’s three bucks each from me and Kankuro…would you go get us a Dr. Pepper, a Pepsi, and two bags of Doritos?”
“…fine” was all he said as he took the cash and walked up to one of the venders. It was then he took notice of the one they called Angel.
The boy, clearly being a very popular person, was surrounded by girls (often more than Sasuke was). He didn’t look all that enthusiastic over being hounded by females, the scowl on his face proving that point. He excused himself then and walked over to the same vender that Gaara was. Unlike everyone else in the school, the redhead did not move aside for Angel. Even if he was the richest family in Japan and the U.S. he was still a regular person like everyone else. At least that’s what Gaara believed.
“Move it”
Gaara didn’t budge.
“Hey are you listening to me?”
“….”
“I said move…”
“…..”
A larger male, he having been pointed out as Chouji, glared and grasped the smaller one by the shoulder. When he spun Gaara around they had locked gazes. “I said move and I meant it…”
“…Why don’t you wait your turn like the rest of the American population…” came the sudden and shocking reply of Sasuke, who was standing behind them, along with Angel who was in front of Sasuke.
“Why don’t you mind your own business Uchiha? This little punk is in Angel-sama’s way…”
The ebony-haired snorted. “…please…the only reason why you’re being so bitchy about it is because Angel-sama gives you money for food you kiss ass…”
The plump 10th grader glared and was going to go off on Sasuke when a hand rose. “…knock it off Chouji…he is right. Why don’t you go find another vender to blow off, I am pretty capable of handling myself on my own…” Angel ordered with a stern look.
Chouji looked from Sasuke to Gaara then to Angel, slumped and trudged off. Angel eyed him then sighed heavily. “fucking little brat….” he muttered.
Gaara stared at Angel incredulously. If the kid was such a rich snob why was he telling someone off for trying to get him to the front of the line?
Angel blinked. “….what are you staring at?” he asked. Gaara didn’t say a word and just continued staring. It was beginning to unnerve the dark brunette. “would you stop that?”
“….”
“Are you going to pay for your food? Other people are hungry kid” Sasuke called from behind Angel. That was when Gaara snapped out of it, looked to Sasuke, then ordered his food and went back to his brother and sister.
“Took you long enough, what kept you” Kankuro chided as he snatched the Dr. Pepper and a bag of Doritos.
Temari shook her head before pausing. “…what are you staring at Gaara?” she wondered then followed his line of sight to Angel who was now back in the horde of girls looking utterly miserable as he tried to drink his cola. “…hm…I don’t know what is so fascinating about some rich bastard that looks like a woman…” she commented and snapped open her Pepsi.
Her little brother didn’t move or reply, his light sea green gaze not leaving the older boy’s form until the bell rang for their next class.
The blonde sand child sighed heavily and sweat dropped. She hated Geometry. Absolutely despised it. What she despised most about it was the annoying Shikamaru, whom she’d discovered was not only a Junior like herself but had three classes with her as well. She made an indefinable noise when he motioned for her to join him in a seat and reluctantly accepted.
“So…what do you think of the U.S.A. so far?” he asked as they all got situated.
She shrugged and focused on her work. “…it’s alright I suppose…I miss Hiroshima…but I guess pickers can’t be choosers…I’ll get used to it…I’m more worried about how my brothers are taking it”
“Yeah about your brothers…what’s with Kankuro and that face paint? Was it the latest fashion in Japan or something?” he trailed off a moment to copy down the notes (can’t believe it homework on the first day).
Temari thought this over and chuckle a bit. “…I have no idea. I’m guessing it’s a phase he’s going through, but I’m not quite sure. I don’t care what people think of it and neither does he”
“ah I see…and what about the little brother, Gaara was it? What’s up with him and his mute and stoic attitude?”
That was a more difficult question to answer. “..Hmm…I really couldn’t tell you. He’s always been that way. Me and Kankuro are the only ones he ever speaks to…we’ve never heard of him talking to anyone else, not even his teachers. They didn’t mind though because he was a top student in everything he did…”
After that they had to be silent while their Geometry teacher, Miss King, began the lesson.
Kankuro was having about as much fun as his sister was. He had come to find he was TAing for Gaara’s second period class, which was Graphic Design II.
As everyone filed in, he and his brother straggled behind. “Come on now if any of you are not in a seat when the bell rings I will give you detention…”
“Yes Kakashi-sensei” they all said in unison as they took their seats. It took them maybe five minutes to be seated and quiet so the teacher could begin.
“Alright…well…first off are the seating arrangements…” with that everyone stood up and collected their things.
Since Kankuro was the TA he sat at the teacher’s desk, watching his brother patiently. As Kakashi sorted the students the way he wanted he took note of once that were lacking in skill while he kept a mental list of those who were top in the class and paired them together.
“Ok…this is going to work in pairs…no arguments. If you’re not happy with your partner come and talk to me and we will see what we can do. For now stick with who I give you….”
About 20 minutes later everyone was in their seat with their partner. Angel sweat dropped when he found he would be paired with one of the new kids, obviously being of low skill since he was the top in the class. He sat down in front of Gaara and rested an elbow on the table, his face in the palm of his hand.
He shifted uneasily at the eyes that seemed to be burning a hole in the back of his head. He turned and looked at Gaara who was staring like a hawk. “…Er…would you mind not doing that? It’s a little unnerving” he asked as politely as he could.
“….”
“Don’t you talk? Do you understand English?” he wondered lofting a brow.
“….”
“Sheesh if you’re going to be rude the least you could to is vocalize it” the long-haired senior retorted and turned back around, determined to ignore the burning turquoise gaze of his partner.
It was like that the entire class. He couldn’t shake off Gaara’s constant watch. Even Kankuro was beginning to wonder what was wrong.
Finally lunch rolled around, all of them lucky enough to have it together at least every other day. It went pretty slow and yet it went by too quickly for anyone to really enjoy it. It almost seemed like it had only been ten minutes when the bell was ringing for the end of lunch.
Angel was quite disturbed to find out he was TAing two of the Kazekage child’s classes as well as having Art Honors with him. why me…what did I do to deserve this… he though to himself as he took his seat at the teacher’s desk, pulling out his laptop to begin some Graphic Design work Kakashi had requested. Pre-Algebra…I don’t even remember taking this class…oh well, nothing better to brighten my day than to teach snot-nosed little 8th graders. he sighed heavily, blinking when he felt those eyes on him once more and tweaked. god doesn’t he have anything better to do? I mean I know it’s weird when girls gawk at me but this is ridiculous…
He was thankful for his laptop that way he didn’t have to look up for any reason since everything they were doing was a review of junior high curriculum. That one kid however. It was getting to be too much to the point he dreaded the other two classes he had to share with the 12-year-old.
Thankfully for Angel, Gaara was kept busy the other two classes and didn’t have much time to sit and gape at him like he had been doing all day long. It gave him a sense of peace at last. By the end of school he was ready to go home.
DING DING DING DING
That was the sign for everyone to escape to the freedoms of after school. And as soon as it rang the white-eyed one was out the door, though only to be pursued by Gaara. does this guy ever give up… he made a B-line for the door but was stopped when he realized he had to go back to his locker to get his things. With that in mind he spun around and quickly ran back to his locker, opening it. He paused. Gaara’s locker was a mere two feet away from his and said person was clearing his own out. He watched the petite figure trying to reach up and grab his things since it was the upper locker, which he wasn’t quite tall enough to reach.
“etto…” he rolled over two options in his mind. Help Gaara out or stand there like an asshole and watch him struggle with it a few minutes before walking away. Something compelled him to go up and search in the 8th grader’s locker for his things, handing them to the smaller male. “here…”
“….” Gaara looked up at him blankly as he took his binders and stuffed them in his backpack.
Angel scowled a bit and huffed. not even a-
“thank you”
He blinked. Did he just say what I think he just said?
“y-you’re welcome” he found himself stammering. Just those two words voiced out the domineering and cold determination in the young man’s voice that sent chills up his spine.
“Neji-nii-san!” he tweaked and spun around to see Hanabi and Hinata.
Gaara’s eyes narrowed at them. Neji… he noted that for reference before turning to the brunette. “See you in class..” he then turned and walked away.
Ok make that six words I’ve heard from him…
“Neji-nii-san! Come on before we’re late getting home! Papa doesn’t like to be kept waiting!” Hanabi called as she and Hinata got back into the limousine.
With a heavy sigh and a slump he followed suit. He hated limos.