Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Taking Your Life Back ❯ First Day of Hell ( Chapter 1 )

Okay! I'm baaaack, my friendly stalkers~! I'm guessing you all liked my last continuation, with so many hits D: So far, it's over 35,000 views and over 150 reviews~! I love reviews :3 So I hope you weren't all dying of anticipation for this? XD Nah, kidding. This one is going to be... Let's go with overdone? I've seen A LOT of High School Sasuke X Naruto fics, and each one is different... Mine? If I'm not careful, I could unconsciously copy someone else's, and that will not only make ME look and feel bad, but the original authors ;___; So yeah...I'm TRYING to be original, but it's just so hard D:

 

Enjoy anyway XD

 

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“Naruto,” the voice called out to me. It was soft like feathers.

 

“...Naruto,” such a breathy tone.

 

“GET UP, YOU LITTLE ASSHOLE!”

 

The voice was slowly and painfully retreating from my head, changing into a low annoying voice I recognized immediately, but failed to act upon it.

 

“Mmph,” I replied through my arms. Shikamaru kicked my shin...HARD. My head immediately shot up from the desk to hiss in pain. He pressed his palm to the desk and leaned over me. My eyes glared.

 

“...You've slept through almost every period now...What's wrong with you?” the concern made me loosen considerably, well, atleast enough to bash my head against the cement desk set before me.

 

“...I didn't know today was the first day of school, man...I stayed up all night, and my alarm clock fell on the floor and broke. Haven't slept a wink before I got here...” I slid my eyelids closed and let out a defeated sigh. “...Atleast nothing ever happens on the first day-”

 

“Except for meeting new people, you fool. This is a public high school, and you've got...What? Ten friends out of a possible 200? How troublesome...”

 

“...People mean nothing to me unless they can be trusted...
And so far, Shika, I trust not...”

 

My voice sounded harsh to even me. He looked down at me with furrowed eye brows.

 

“...And what about me?”

 

“...You're the only true friend I've got.”

 

The awkward silence wasn't tensing me up; it was making me sleepier than I already was. He shifted, and my eyes shot open. He was leaving, along with everyone else, as the bell rang. My big blue eyes followed his movement, but he stopped suddenly in the middle of all the people to look up at me and smile.

 

“...Thank you, Naruto...”

 

My eyes became calm and kind, a warm smile on my lips.

 

“...Anytime, lazy ass...”

 

He didn't take it as an insult this time, just let loose a small chuckle, and disappeared into the crowd of classmates. I soon followed.

 

***

 

Lunch was a horrible experience. I knew, because I was a sophomore. For two long years, I was to rush into the cafeteria, buy my lunch, and run as fast as my legs could take me before I was beaten or a food fight was initiated.

 

My lunches were eaten outside, where I could sit alone and relax like the outcast I am. I usually sat in a tree so no one could bother me, because this was MY hour of reflection; my only time to truly think.

 

When I was younger, these times brought me to madness, tears, or both. But when people saw me like I was, I was usually beat up. I was just a little kid, for God's sake. An ORPHAN, any better. I didn't want to be like this; I didn't have a choice!

 

“No,” I told myself, “I had a choice.”

 

I ate the cupped Ramen I got from the cafeteria's vending machine quickly, wanting time to think more without being disturbed by internal needs.

 

I threw the cup down from the top of the tree I was lounging in to the ground, hearing a hollow thunk.

 

“Ow.”

 

I lifted my chin barely up to see below me, and I cringed.

 

I know you...

 

He probably used 3 pounds of hair gel to keep his hair like that, that high maintenance bastard...

 

His cold eyes could freeze a fire.

 

His stiff choice in clothing made him look superior to me, and I hated that the most.

 

No...

 

The thing I hated the most...

 

...Was the fact that I actually think he's pretty.

 

That pretty little face of his...

 

No wonder he had an ocean of girls to swim in.

 

...Pretty boy...

 

...Sasuke Uchiha...

 

He looked up at me, and I narrowed my eyes.

 

I really do hate you, you know...

 

“...Sorry...” I muttered out. He glared at me softly, and I thought that was the end of it,

 

But at the last second, he threw the cup back up at me:

 

Full of rocks.

 

It bashed me in the head, and I toppled out of the tree with a scream, hitting my head once again. I lay on the ground with my cheek in the grass, staring at his perfectly perfect shoes as he walked away.

 

“See you later...Dead Last.”

 

His VOICE was even perfect.

 

It only made me hate him more.

 

...He was something I wasn't,

 

...Something I wanted,

 

...And something I couldn't be:

 

...Liked...

 

***

 

The day was quiet after being torn down by Sasuke. I didn't want to speak to anyone, do anything, or pay attention. It wasn't the Uchiha-bastard's fault. It was my own fault for thinking so much.

 

My head ached; no, throbbed. It was getting worse by the second, and I was actually afraid I was going to pass out, but I only leaned against my blue locker and took a long needed breath, hoping it would subside and I could keep going. I only had one more class! C'mon, don't fail on me now, body!

 

“...Nice seeing you again.”

 

I didn't need to open my eyes; scratch that, I COULDN'T open my eyes, to know it was Sasuke. Oh God, I don't need to deal with him right now. My head gave another prickle of pain, and I suppressed it by tightening my grip on my school bag. Man, I must have fallen pretty far from that tree. It hurt so much!

 

“...Hey, what's your problem?”

 

I furrowed my eyebrows. I would have liked to yell at him for being a jerk, tell him that this was his fault, and make him feel guilty. I didn't think it was going to be that easy anyway, so I didn't say anything and tried to regulate my breathing instead of just letting out my frustration by yelling and passing out like I wanted to. It'd make me feel so much better, but then I would be counted as weak, like I used to be.

 

“...You don't look good, Moron.” He pressed his hand to my forehead, only increasing the pressure. I clenched my teeth and slapped his hand away as hard as I could. He was taken aback for a moment. I breathed out quickly in a huff.

 

“Don't TOUCH ME, you ASSHOLE!”

 

I was making a scene, and I knew it. People stopped on their way to class to watch us...It was easy to get ideas. But most of the people just shrugged it off and walked away.

 

Unfortunately, there was the Sasuke Squad...

 

“What'd that stupid Naruto do to you, Sasuke-kun?!”

 

“Why are you even talking to that guy, Sasuke-san?!”

 

“Don't even think of touching Sasuke-sama, Naruto!”

 

All of this was getting me even more pissed; only making it harder on my head. Why did Sasuke even have to talk to me? Why couldn't he just go away and leave me alone!? He's such a stuck-up asshole! Why don't you go bang one of your fan girls or something, and stop messing with me?!

 

At that point, I wanted everything to stop: The sound, the attention, the verbal attacks, and most of all, Sasuke's presence. I wanted to be alone like I always was.

 

I got what I wanted as I finally strained my head to its limits, passing out on the cold linoleum floor of the hall after hearing a few screams from the girls and feeling a quick save from Sasuke.

 

***

 

A few days later, I was back at school. The principle had given me time off, thinking the first day was stressful, adding to the almost serious wound to my head. The woman had a thing for me, I know. She once told me I looked like her kid brother, and that, I'm guessing, got me special treatment I didn't want or deserve. She was nice, but she was just an old hag hiding her age through make up or something...Whatever it was, it was working, because she barely looked 30 in her 55 years of age. It almost scared me.

 

When I got through the front door, my friends were all over me, hugging and yelling at me for being a fool and smiles and all that junk. Were they happy to see me? When does that ever happen?

 

Hinata was the first one to see me. She trudged over to me shakily, asking if I was alright and if I should still be resting. The girl was so strange, with her stuttering voice and her twiddling fingers. She always got nervous around me, and I knew she had a crush on me. But I was sure if I dated the girl, she'd be scared out of her mind at how loud I could be.

 

She asked for a hug, and I gave it to her. Asking for a hug? Why not just do it? I never mind.

 

She released me timidly and shuffled off hotly after a quick good bye. I smiled at how cute she really was.

 

...Should I...?

 

...I mean, she's really nice, and sweet, and cute...

 

...And she already likes me...

 

I realized I was now completely alone, the halls empty. I looked down at my feet.

 

...Could I love her?

 

The bell startled me, and I immediately came to my senses.

 

As the doors opened up to the students, I threw myself into the sea of classmates and I drifted with them like a school of fish. First class:

 

...With Sasuke Uchiha...

 

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Sorry! There it goes! This first chapter is already really long, and if I kept going, I would have not only killed myself, but all of you too. XD So! Tell me what you think; I'll have the next chapter by tomorrow! Love~