I don't own Naruto and I don't make monies off this fic.

A/n: Soooooooo~ This be another RP between Skully and myself, though this one is already a bit longer, and we've had this idea for a WHILE now, so we're like 8D about it cause well.. it's awesome. -snort- We have SO MANY and it's hard to pick just which one to work on, but we've been having fun over this break working on this one, and we wanted to post and share it as soon as possible 8D

And yes, there is mention of wommenz, but they're only there to help the story progress ^_^ so please no angry linch mobs on us, kthx, girls exist IRL, and this is kinda based on some IRL things, so they're needed.

uhh... other than not knowing how many chapters this thing is gonna be, or if we'll ever make it to an actual 'end' I do hope you guys enjoy it! Also, comments would be greatly appreciated if you read this, it'll help us learn to know what things are good and what needs work on 8D


"Hey, Brat, get your ass downstairs on the double!"

A grumble escaped the blond as he rolled over in his small twin-sized bed to his other side, bringing the mostly flattened pillow over his head. He tried to ignore the firm command that had come from downstairs; it was too early for all that noise.

"If I don't hear your feet hit the floor in the next thirty seconds, I'm calling the cops to take you to school for me."

"Alright! Alright already!" the teen yelled as he sat up angrily, tossing the pillow and loose blanket off of himself before sliding off the bare mattress. "Fucking douchebag," he groused sleepily then stomped both feet heavily on the floor.

"Hear that, asshole?" he shouted and jerked up off the bed, adjusting his boxers around his waist as well as the necklace he always wore looped multiple times around his neck.

"Naruto Uzumaki, if I don't see your ungrateful face down here in ten seconds—"

"I'm coming already! Fuck!" Naruto yelled as he yanked his bedroom door open and let it slam against the wall. He stalked across the landing and stomped down the stairs, taking them two at a time. Then he leaped off the last one into the kitchen where the stairs led.

Blue eyes darkened as the teen folded his arms across his bare chest, glowering at his "Uncle" Mizuki; the man who had formerly been married to Naruto's mother's sister, but still somehow claimed the rights to watch over his nephew-in-law after the teen's real parents passed away. "I'm down here. Now what the fuck do you want?"

The silver-haired, nicely-dressed male turned from where he had been slipping a folder into his briefcase. A bagel with two, maybe three, bites taken out of it lay on a small plate nearby and a cup of coffee sat firmly in his grip. His eyes lowered in a glare before he took a sip, "Watch your mouth around me, boy, or you'll find yourself in deep shit..."

"Like you'd actually grow the balls to do anything," Naruto murmured under his breath, and then he spoke up. "Anyways, you never talk to me unless you need something, so what is it?" A wheat brow arched.

Mizuki glowered over his cup and shut his briefcase loudly, "Today's the first day of your school here and I'm going out of town this afternoon before you get back. Rules of the household still apply even in this new home so follow them," he hardened his gaze on the blond. "I don't give a fuck what you do otherwise."

Naruto rolled his eyes, knowing that meant that Mizuki was telling him to get kidnapped or killed or something. Other than that, it was the same old same old, his asshole of a guardian reminding him about the stupid rules he had to follow and all of the dumb threats that came with him not doing something the other wanted. Though sometimes, the older man kept to those threats…

His gaze darted to the side momentarily, spotting Pop Tarts—his breakfast norm—before he snatched them up and turned to head back to his room.

"Make sure you don't skip school. I can be arrested for that and I'd be sure they sent you to Juvenile Detention before that happened. Not to mention the belt lashing you'd get," the older male spoke to Naruto's retreating back, that paused for a moment before the teen offered him the middle finger.

Naruto leaped to the side right after that, dodging the kitchen knife that had been aimed at him. The blade landed heavily in the wall in front of him, missing him by only inches. "You could get arrested for half of the stuff you do to me already," he stated plainly over his shoulder with a glare before continuing up the stairs.

He pulled the foil from the pastries and shoved one into his mouth, tossing the other onto his cluttered desk, littered with a few boxes containing the things that belonged in the large piece of tattered furniture. His room was cleaner than normal only because the two of them had just moved in this past weekend. Boxes and the few things he had pulled from them were the only things on the floor, the blond not finding any real reason to fully unpack since they were probably going to move again in a year or so.

The teen didn't see the point in moving to accommodate Mizuki's job if the man was going to be out of town most of the time anyway, but he didn't mind the break from the sadistic older man. He was used to moving, having done it all of his life, never staying in one place long enough to even make any friends. His mom and dad had been military people, having to move around from base to base as missions and hierarchies changed.

He went towards the bathroom for his morning piss, pastry still between his lips. He finished it only afterwards, eating it without moving his hands up to help. He shook himself and tucked himself back in, needing his hands and face free in order to splash cold water onto it to wake him up.

Friends…Not that he needed those. All people did was push him around, call him names, look at him weird for the marks on his face.

He brought his fingers up to rub at the three parallel, curved scars that adorned each cheek. Remnants of that night…

'Think you're sly, huh? Like a fox, huh?!'

The slamming of the front door disrupted Naruto's thoughts and he gave himself one last look-over before he pushed back from the counter and moved back to his bedroom to get dressed. He shook his head lightly as he passed through the doorway, shaking away the dark memories. No need to revert back to brooding over his poor unlucky self over some damn marks on his face.

Those marks were the reason he had gotten the multiple piercings in his ears, the one in his lip, on his navel, the tattoos on his arm, on his stomach and back. He dyed one half of the scruffy locks that hung over his face orange, always spiked that part of his hair higher than the rest, wore smoky-brown shadow around his eyes. It was all to give the people a real reason to stare.

Yeah, if they were going to stare, to call him "freak," he was going to give them more of a reason to, more to take in when they were judging his appearance. He made himself almost like a work of art, abstract and every piece holding a deeper meaning. If anyone told him he had to change something, he told them to 'fuck off' and just added something more.

This new school held a stricter dress code than the others, even holding their students to uniforms, but he wasn't going to change how he presented himself even for that bullshit. He looped a studded belt through his black slacks. The button down shirt that he had been issued was sloppily tucked in, collar popped. His tie hung half-hazardly around his neck.

After getting fully dressed, Naruto pulled his messenger bag from one of the boxes still lying packed around his room and tugged it over his shoulder. He then pulled out some of his favorite wristbands from that same box and snapped them around his wrists. Heading out the door to his cramped bedroom, he pocketed his wallet and pulled up his keys from the desk as well as grabbing up his second pop tart.

Taking the steps just as fast as he had when he'd been summoned, the teen turned and exited the front door, locking it behind him. He didn't really care if someone broke in, but if Mizuki was getting home before him, he'd rather not deal with having to break in his own house again from his own keys being taken away from him.

He pulled on his helmet that he had grabbed from by the front door and mounted his Suzuki Katana motorcycle. Starting it up, Naruto let out a gruff sigh before beginning to make his way towards his new high school—Mizuki having made it painfully clear that Naruto should memorize the route to school the day they moved to a new place, the man would not except "not knowing where it was" as an excuse for missing school and Naruto liked his bike too much to lose it over something like that.

Morning traffic was a bitch like always. People fought over lanes and big orange buses made the going slow with their squeaky, constant braking. Luckily, Naruto and his motorcycle could maneuver easily through most of them, the teen going off the shoulder most of the time and avoiding cops as he did. Thanks to bending a few traffic laws, the trip to Konoha High didn't take as long as it should have.

After 'fighting' with the portion of weekday morning traffic that was trickling through the school's front gate, he finally pulled up to the building, all-in-all not that impressed with the expansive two-story structure—he'd been in bigger. He turned off his bike after parking it by another—a nice-looking Kawasaki Ninja—by what seemed to be the rear of the cafeteria, judging by the random crates that were stacked along the walls. He latched his helmet to the side of the bike after he got off, starting towards some doors he saw a couple of giggling girls enter.

The inside was nicer than the out, with pristine walls and cases and portraits by the assload showing off the school's achievements. Still the blond wasn't that impressed. He couldn't give a rat's ass really about all of the things their 'precious students' pulled off in past years. He was more focused on finding out from the schedule he had pulled from his bag where the hell he was going.

Where the hell is room 112? he thought, scowling at the numbers on the doors that he was passing. Some of them jumped in number and he idly wondered what the hell school architects—or whoever-the-fuck numbered these halls—was thinking when they made some numbers skip randomly.

He walked up to the office when he finally spotted it, deciding to ask where he was sure to get an answer. Shoving roughly past the students who were exiting, earning cries and grunts of distaste for his rude gesture—though he didn't even blink in reply—, the blond entered the room, eyes firmly set on the people lounging behind the desk.

"Hey," he spoke up, gaining their attention, "Which one of you can tell me where the hell my classes are?"

"Lemme see your schedule." A voice sounded from the blond's left side before a mop of scruffy brown hair appeared, a tanned hand extended out waiting for the other to hand over the piece of paper he was holding onto.

As soon as Naruto offered over the paper, it was snatched from his grip. "Name's Kiba." The brunette gave a nod as he looked over the folded paper. "You have a few classes with me this semester." He looked up at the blond before him, a grin spreading over his face. "You'll have a bit of catching up to do, Naruto." He stated, before walking farther into the office, rounding the large counter that separated the visitors and the workers.

"Morning Deloris." Kiba grinned at the older woman who was staring intently at her computer screen through very thick lenses, squinting slightly until she heard her name. She smiled sweetly at the teen before going back to work. "I have work study last period.." He trailed off half in thought while he still held onto the paper. "But I can take you to your other classes until then. We have all the same ones." Kiba looked up at the blond again before walking back around the counter after having set down a few books.

"Joy. I can't wait," Naruto clipped off in reply, sticking his hands casually into his pant pockets. So far this Kiba fellow seemed like one of those typical teacher's pets. What else could an office-worker be? The blond preferred to keep his distance from those types, since he wasn't any sort of "ideal" student himself.

"We're going now right? And before you ask, no, I don't want to tour the rest of this dumbass building. I just want to get to my classes, thanks," Naruto groused, turning towards the door and waiting for his temporary companion to lead the way.

"Hey, I can help, Zabuza is easy, and it's Kakashi that gives out the shit assignments." Kiba walked past the blond, opening the door and holding it open so that the other could follow after him. The brunet laughed, pulling his own messenger bag over his head. "I'm not walking your ass around campus." He slowed down a step, catching up to Naruto's languid pace.

"Now, if you want to know where the hole is that gives you a peek into the girls' locker room, I'm your man." He flashed the new guy a grin, showing off his slightly elongated canines. He turned back to where they were walking, giving a few people a quick nod in greeting, waving a few others before letting out a sharp whistle. "Damn, I'd give anything to get some of that ass." He gave a nod towards a body that they passed too quickly for the other male to get a chance to see exactly what he was talking about.

Okay maybe this guy wasn't so bad.

Naruto thought seriously about taking up on the offer for the locker room thing. That was one of the only good parts about school anyways, was all of the easy pieces of ass you could get from the mass of teenagers with their giant range of overblown social issues. Naruto knew he was pretty good looking and that females could easily gain recognition by saying they'd spent a night with him. He didn't mind the using for status; he was mostly using them for sex in return.

Not that any girl would do, of course. He had his standards and wouldn't use a girl—or guy for that matter, he wasn't really picky at all—that could seriously fall for him. He may be rebellious, but he wasn't a total douche bag. However, any of the school "sluts" were free range.

A low chuckle rumbled in his throat as he turned to try to follow the brunet's train of thought. Missing out as whoever it was turned a corner, he grinned and eyed Kiba, "Well now you're talking my language. Maybe we'll get along without me having to kick your ass, after all."

Grinning over his should again at the blond, Kiba shook his head. "I can hold my own, Goldie locks, so don't even think about it." He headed towards the back rows in the class room, Naruto following behind him. "If you stick with me, I can show you all of the extra curricular activities that might suit you the best." He dropped his bag next to the desk by the window in the last row, kicking the one that was at the desk beside him to the next seat, making room for Naruto.

It seemed that this guy wasn't one for making friends, but it also seemed that he was a lot like Kiba himself, with added color and piercings obviously, but none-the-less, they at least had one thing in common so far other than their classes.

Leisurely swinging his messenger bag from his shoulder, Naruto propped it next to his desk, smirking a bit at the rough treatment the other had given the unknown person's things. "Heh, well that definitely sounds tempting," the blond said as he sat down, sinking in his seat and already getting comfortable since he'd be in that seat for a while. He'd had guys like this at other schools as well, his closest thing to a "friend;" though he just referred to them as "acquaintances" since they usually gave out their information to more than just him, not making them anything personal or special to Naruto.

"So this is the Spanish class," he started as he looked around the room, noting the students that had taken their seats and the others that sporadically appeared in the doorway. "There doesn't seem to be much to this room. I'd expect some charts on the wall or something," he mused, somewhat to himself, not really caring on if Kiba was listening since he was used to being ignored by people when they didn't need him for something. "Or maybe a recipe for 'el taco,'" he snorted at his own joke.

"All you need is your book in this class, which I'm sure he'll bring in for you, so he'll more than likely call you up to the front." Kiba said as he half tossed his own book into his desk while he dug out a pencil and a notebook. "And you'll want to at least look like you're taking notes." He gave a nod towards the other's bare desk before getting distracted.

"Tempting just walked through the door." Kiba paused his digging for his pencil as both Ino Yamanaka and Sakura Haruno walked into the room, gaining the attention of a few other boys as well. Kiba had had a small crush on Sakura since freshman year, and Ino… well, there had already been a few occasions she had sought him out at a party. "The blonde is the easy one." He stated, already knowing what Naruto had been wondering just by the look on the teen's face.

Hearing information that automatically piqued his interest, Naruto turned towards the door, giving both girls a once over, maybe a twice over was needed as well. Both were hot in their own way, but he already knew which one was spending the night with him when the time came about, after that Ino chick of course.

Sakura was..amazing, for lack of other, more eloquent words. The way she carried herself and her curiously pink hair, the way it complimented the bright green eyes that he could see already from across the room sent a grin sprawling across Naruto's face before he could stop it. Her uniform was put together perfectly, just as the dress code wanted. She also carried some books in her arms; her bag was probably already full up, meaning this chick was smart as well as pretty.

He closed his mouth with a click and turned away before she looked over, knowing that with her type, now was not the time to be caught staring. He'd made that mistake with similar girls before and had lost all hope of that one night. Girls with half a brain won't forgive you just because you have a pretty face. Plus, the teacher had just pleasantly entered the classroom, attracting his attention.

"Good morning, Mr. Momochi," a few of the students said in greeting.

"Nrgh," the man grunted in return, not sparing any of his feelings about it being eight in the morning and him having to spend the majority of his day with a bunch of whining teenagers. He dropped his suitcase on top of his desk, the object making a heavy noise.

He sat in his chair, which squawked with his weight and scooted it towards the large piece of furniture in front of him. Grumbling low in his throat and making some mumblings that not even the kids in the front row could hear, he pulled up a sheet of paper and peered at it.

"So it seems we have a new student with us today," the Spanish teacher said in a loud, gruff tone. "Mr…Uzumaki is it? Come up and get your book."

Naruto smirked to himself and pushed himself up, taking his time in making it up to the front of the class, hands falling to their default position in his pockets. Making it to the desk, his eyes fell to where—the schedule said "Zabuza Momochi"—was writing his name down on the card to turn possession of the textbook over to the youth. He cocked his head as he watched the hand that quickly scrawled his name down, the man only having to double check his last name once.

Turning, Mr. Momochi handed the book over to Naruto; mostly hairless brow arching slightly as he finally got a good look at their newest addition. Sighing, he rolled his eyes to the side as he turned towards the front. "Great, another Uchiha-wannabe. Well I hope you aren't the type to cause trouble even if you look it," the man said with a sigh. He didn't need two periods with these types.

Taking the book with a rough flourish, Naruto grinned slyly down at his teacher, "Only as much trouble as you cause me to be." Another sigh came from behind him as he turned around to head back to his seat, catching the sounds of a few of the students' low whispers and winking at the girls that were looking over him appreciatively.

Better entrance than the last, he told himself, grin widening as he sat back in his seat and folded his arms across his chest.

Kiba grinned over at Naruto before Zabuza stood from his desk, grumbling the entire time, flipping though book to the chapter they had left off from. "You're lucky he's in a good mood today." He nodded towards the front of the room. "And we're on chapter six if you're interested." He grinned at Ino when the blonde turned around to inspect their newest student, her blue eyes moving over Naruto's form before glancing over at Kiba and giving him a snobbish grin even though he knew it was more than just an act. He didn't doubt it if she slept with a few of the teachers here as well.

It seemed as though Naruto wasn't going to have much of a problem fitting here at all, since, while the students mostly seemed normal while in school, at night it was a different story. One that he was going to enjoy showing the other teen.

"Why the hell not," Naruto said, tossing the top of his book to the side and flipping lazily to the chapter Kiba had mentioned. He could pretend like he gave a damn at least, if not to give him something to do in between glancing over at the pink-haired girl that continued to catch his eye. He scoped out the general atmosphere of the room, finding it to be easy as hell to pull off the paper footballs, spitballs, and other in-class pranks he loved to indulge in, another plus.

He decided he liked this school already, even if it did have retarded dress code rules and confusing random-ass numbered rooms.

Though Zabuza tended to grumble under his breath whenever a question was asked, he was generally pretty good at teaching. Naruto found himself caring enough to pick up a few things, it helped that Spanish was a class he'd picked because it had somewhat interested him, that and it was simpler language of course. He wasn't going to actually do work just because of a few dumb graduation requirements.

He jerked his head up from where he'd been zoned out and staring at his book as the bell rang, and then sat up quickly, pulling his lone book into his bag. Naruto quickly made it out the door of the class, pace going quickly from rushed to a complete halt once he was outside the door to lean against it casually, pretending like he hadn't just jetted from his seat.. "Hey there," he drawled in a low voice, greeting Sakura as she passed the doorway, the girl turning from where she had been having a conversation with her blonde friend to eye him.

"Hello…," Sakura said, tilting her head in a slight question.

"Naruto," he returned, saucy grin turning sideways. Her voice was as sweet sounding as he thought it'd be.

"Um, hi..Naruto," she said with a small smile of her own. Ino giggled behind her and she shot the other girl a harsh look.

A hand rose to rub at the back of his head in a nervous gesture—way suave there—, "So…you doing anything tonight?"

Sakura made a small noise before arching an amused brow, "We just finished our first class together and you're already making a move on me, very bold I must say, but Ino and I here were going over to her house to study, actually. So, if you'll excuse us, we're going before we're late for our next class. You should do the same," her smile grew slightly as she paused, "Naruto."

His grin twitched slightly as she brushed past him. Way to go there, buddy. A loud sigh passed through his lips as he turned to lay his fist against the wall, biting his lower lip.

Kiba strolled out of the class room next to another brunet, though this one had a puff of a ponytail on the top of his head and looked like he wanted to be there even less that the blond did. "..thanks, Shika." Kiba grinned and patted the slightly shorter man on the back as he stopped beside his new companion. "So, art is next." He stated, then lifted his hand to pat Naruto on the shoulder. "She's like that with everyone, don't worry." He grinned. "Though, from what I could see, Ino seems to be interested." He shifted his bag on his shoulder so that it was more behind him as other students passed by them quickly.

"Let's go, we only have about four minutes before the tardy bell rings." He gave a nod in the direction that they needed to go before stepping into the flow of people, making sure that he greeted those he knew and smirking slyly at a few of the girls who waved at him with a slight blush to their cheeks as well. "Hey, if you're up for it, I'll take you out tonight, show you some of the things that go on here, as well as what we call 'fun.'" He gave what looked to be a sophomore a high-five as they passed by. "Don't get caught tonight, Konohamaru!" He called after, stopping when they reached the door for their next class.

"Here we are, Advanced Art 4."

Naruto followed Kiba into one of the only classes he was going to be taking a full, honest interest in. Since he didn't have friends taking away free time, he spent it on art—his being in Advanced Art 4 of course meant that he'd taken at least four classes beforehand so obviously he had some skill as well as interest. It was something he did to ease stress and to busy his mind with when he got bored, something which happened often.

He continued after the brunet to the back, deciding to stick with the other since he was actually being pretty accommodating. Though, as Naruto had guessed, Kiba seemed to be the type that was that way with most everyone. That was alright though, it's not like he expected things to go differently. He didn't need to get attached anyways since they were all graduating this year and he planned to get as far away from Mizuki as possible when it came to going to college.

Setting his things down by his chosen easel, he bent down to open his bag, in case he'd be using any of the things he usually brought with him. He talked to Kiba over his shoulder as he straightened back up, "How does this work, huh? Do we like get the stuff that we're working with handed to us or what?" He arched a brow as he looked around at the random objects that were lying about, probably used for still-lifes.

"It depends really." Kiba answered as he pulled out a small bag that held his own personal charcoal. "If you'd rather use your own things you can, otherwise you can borrow whatever you need from the cabinet behind us. He gave a quick nod behind them to the open doors where a few students were gathered, arguing over who was going to the longest piece. "If you're like the stuck up Hyuuga over there, you'll not let anyone else touch your things, but I can share if you need it." Kiba offered over his bag of supplies after taking out what he needed. "We're working on stills with charcoal, just so you're on the same page here."

Kiba snorted to himself when the long haired male on Naruto's left side promptly told someone to 'fuck off' when they bumped into him. Leaning closer to Naruto, Kiba grinned as he whispered. "He's got a small dick, if you ever happen to run into him at a party. He tends to be a little drama queen."

"What's that Inuzuka?" The smooth voice belonging to one Neji Hyuuga interrupted Kiba before he could say anything more.

"Oh, nothing~" He grinned as the tardy bell rang and the last of the students poured into the room, silencing the class to dull murmurs as they waited for their somewhat lazy teacher to get there as well.

Naruto snorted to himself before accepting the bag of supplies that Kiba handed over. He personally preferred conté crayons so he didn't normally carry charcoal with him, even though he owned it. "Nice to know, but it's not like I'd need his dick if we ever did meet," the blond said with a glance to the side and a grin, snickering a little about how flustered the long-haired man got from the statement before tossing his head to the side.

He pulled out the little box that held the dark sticks and pulled a decently new one out, giving it a look over before rubbing it against his hand. It was a little hard, stale perhaps from not being used. He guessed that Kiba had been using this since he started his art classes.

Handing the box back, Naruto then ducked down to grab his sketch book, since it was hopefully large enough for the assignments in this class, and set it up on his easel.

"The duchess wouldn't have it any other way, if you know what I mean." Kiba grinned as a tall, grey haired man strolled in the open doorway, his face stuck intently into the book that he was reading. A hush fell over the class room when his eyes lifted from over the top of it as he leaned against his desk. "I trust you are all prepared to begin?" He arched a brow at seeing a new face looking at him from the back row, but instead of doing as Zabuza did and call the blonde to the front, he closed his book, revealing a mask that covered the lower half of his face, a scar running down over his left eye.

"Kakashi is always late, and if you ask him, he has a different excuse every time." Kiba whispered, leaning over so that Naruto could hear him better. "No one knows what he looks like under that mask either…" He arched a brow when the classroom door opened suddenly, footsteps sounding on the tiled floor.

"So glad that you could join us, Uchiha." Kakashi stated, following the raven locks as they made their way over to one of the easels in the front row. "What was it this time?"

"Hn."

The older man smirked visibly under his mask before turning his eyes back up to the class. "I want you to pick something outside the window's here to sketch, and no you cannot use the clouds, before any of you ask." He gave a nod towards one of the students in the front who laughed slightly as he shrugged.

"God, what I wouldn't give for a piece of that fiiine Uchiha ass." Kiba practically fell to his knees as he grinned widely, a snort sounding from the other side of Naruto. "Jealous, Hyuuga?" he turned to look at the other male, grinning even more at the glare he received.

Looking up at the older man, Naruto wondered what kind of teacher he would be. Just by walking in and saying a few words he had already proved he was way different from any of the art teachers Naruto'd had before.

Then his attention was stolen by the late-arriving student. He craned his head around the other teenagers and their easels, trying to catch a glimpse of more than just the spiked, black locks on the back of the newcomer's head. "Uchiha, huh? So that's who that Zabuza-dude was talking about," he said aloud in a low voice, looking over the small view he got of the other. "Makes sense I guess," he continued as he got a look at the state of dress this Uchiha guy was in, similar to his own.

Though if the front matched what he could see of the back, then Naruto would have to agree with Kiba's pinings.

He turned his easel towards a window, ready to delve into one of his favorite pastimes. Blue eyes locked onto a particular tree/flower arrangement by one of the smaller buildings outside and inspiration automatically hit him, driving the curious thoughts that surrounded their late-coming classmate to the side of his brain.

Grinning at his new-found friend, Kiba laughed quietly to himself, making note that he possibly had competition in both arenas of their classmates, but he'd been here longer, and if he made sure to show Naruto the ropes of what happened in this town, then it'd be easy to split between whatever they could get, which, by the looks the other was getting, wouldn't be hard.

Class prattled on with Kakashi walking around with his nose stuck in his book as per usual, only glancing up to look over the students sketches, making sure they were on task. Then once the bell sounded Kiba lead Naruto to their third class, which, went about as boring as usual. After thirds came lunch, which, once they were in the cafeteria, Kiba quickly yanked the other male behind him in line. "It's rather vicious around here if you don't get into line as soon as possible, and don't turn your nose up at the food, it's actually fucking delicious." Kiba grinned, grabbing himself and Naruto a tray out of courtesy.

Naruto took the tray from Kiba, eyeing the object funny since it wasn't normal for somebody to just hand him something without him having to threaten their life. "Uh, thanks," he said a little awkwardly, already starting to eye the food. He'd definitely have to take Kiba's word for it since this food didn't look any better than when Mizuki tried to cook.

As per what the brunet said, the line behind them was quickly long enough to need to curve around the lunch tables, not any different from any of the other schools, but at least the other schools had more appetizing-looking food which explained the kids' enthusiasm.

He pointed out the few things he actually thought he'd be able to stomach, avoiding the vegetables as a whole though. A low 'thanks' was offered every time another spoonful was added to his plate as was a grin. The ladies thanked him for being so polite and he grinned in reply, making one of them giggle. It was fun playing around with the food staff, even if they had no chance in hell. They deserved his manners more than any other fucker in this building at least since they did provide him with one of his favorite necessities.

"So where are we sitting?" Naruto asked as he looked around, taking notes on faces that he would probably want to avoid and the like.

"Over there" Kiba shifted his bag on his shoulder as he gave a nod towards where one of the most plump kids in the school sat, waving at him. "That's Chouji, he's a good guy, just never take his chips." Kiba warned the blond, knowing fully well what happens if anyone ever stole his food. "Sup guys?" Kiba set his tray down at the round table next to the guy who was wearing a pair of round sunglasses. "This is Shino, and you saw Shikamaru earlier." Kiba introduced his friends as Naruto stepped up to the table, noting how red Hinata got as soon as she laid her pearl eyes on the other man.

"And that's Hinata, she's Duchess's cousin, minus the horrid attitude." Kiba grinned, knowing how the girl who was now sitting next to Naruto didn't care for his insults of one of her family members.

"Kiba-kun!" She blushed hotly when blue eyes were upon her, and she hid her face behind her long sleeves.

"She's a bit shy around hot guys." He grinned mischievously, which simply made the long haired girl turn even redder.

"Well hey there," Naruto said with a grin to the table, mainly Hinata, finding her constant blushing quite the non-oral compliment. He already preferred her to Neji, if not because of her attitude, but because she made looking like chick actually work by being a chick.

He set his tray down alongside Kiba's and made himself comfortable while Kiba settled in as well. Lifting up his fork, he started to eat the questionable-looking food, but quickly changed his mind about it once the taste actually hit him.

"This is good!" he exclaimed around a mouthful, the sound coming out more muffled than anything, but hopefully still understandable when coupled with his expression. He started shoveling more in, small grunts of gratitude rumbling in his throat around each bite.

Kiba snickered as he ate, his own mouth working on chewing down a few bites himself. "I told you!" He grunted softly when Shikamaru kicked him in the shin.

"Wow, I never thought there was someone else as messy and un-mannered as you." The bored brunet stated dryly while picking at his home-brought sandwich, brown eyes moving over the two males on the other side of the table from himself, before casting a glace over to Shino, the other quiet for the moment.

"You should have more manners, Kiba-kun." Hinata said in a small voice, eyes diverting away from Naruto since he was using the same table manners as the scruffy brunette, but she didn't want to correct him as well.

"Hey, I use them around ma, I'm not going to use them here when I don't have to, or have to worry about being smacked with a phonebook." Kiba replied shoving in more food, though not at the fast, almost hurried pace the blond was. "Yo, it's not going anywhere." He nodded at his plate.

"You don't know that," Naruto said, his mouth cocked at a half-smirk. His eyes flitted over to the male that was staying quiet most of the time, eyeing him with a raised brow even as he continued to eat. "You don't have anything to add to the convo, big guy?" he asked with a nudge to the glasses-wearing boy's leg.

"And if I did, would that even concern you? Being as you never properly introduced yourself, you don't make it easy to want to get to know you," Shino stated in return, adjusting his glasses before bringing his drink up to his lips.

If Naruto were an animal, he would have bristled at the other's plain, matter-of-fact reply. "Well you don't seem too much like the type to warm easily to either with your smart-guy remarks and how little you talk and your douche bag attitude," he groused, narrowing his eyes at the other.

"Uh…guys," Chouji offered hesitantly, pausing in enjoying his own meal.

"Excuse me for being smart, didn't know it was a crime. As for not saying much, there's not much to say and my attitude is how you take it," the other boy replied in an equally dull voice as before, crossing his fingers over his drink.

A loud growl rumbled in Naruto's chest and he debated throwing the table over to get at the infuriating guy, but was stopped by Hinata's soft voice.

"Naruto-kun!" she exclaimed before he turned his gaze over to her, making her blush and hide once again.

"Hey hey!" Kiba growled, setting his fork down. "It's my fault, guys, this is Naruto." Kiba nodded at the blond before picking up his fork and starting to eat again. Shikamaru's arched brow made Kiba pause for a second, even as Naruto and Shino were staring at one another intently.

"I'd be right in assuming he has the first three classes with you then, since Hinata knew his name." He stated, leaning more on his hand, elbow on the table, still poking at his sandwich, though a few bites had been taken out of it now.

"Yeah, Zabuza, Kakashi, and Anko." Kiba nodded before taking a drink, his slitted pupils turning over to Shino. "Would you stop it already?" He kicked the other in the shin, not caring of the consequences if only for the simple fact it was ease a bit of the tension at the table.

"Stop what? I merely was regarding Naruto-kun here since he seems to have something to say," Shino replied simply.

Naruto chewed on the inside of his cheek, glaring hatefully at the guy he'd only just met, "If you're talking about my fist having something to say to your face." He brandished the appendage in warning. "But," he started, leaning back slightly and relaxing his demeanor, "for the young lady's sake. I'll forget you exist." He stated, folding his arms across his chest and finding something to distract himself with.

Like looking for that Sakura-chick. Her pretty face would definitely brighten his mood.

Twisting his head around, he quickly scanned over the tables again, noting the people that had sat down since then. He caught site of pink hair and focused his gaze, also catching blonde and…jet black. Which meant that that mystery Uchiha was also sitting with them and they both seemed quite taken with the guy since they were practically on top of him, again blocking Naruto's view.

He gave a rough sigh and started pushing a remaining sliver of meat around in his gravy.

"Way to go buggy." Kiba commented, shaking his head as he quickly finished off the rest of his meal. "Hey, Naruto, if you want any snacks for last class, I'd get them now, or even desert, they have a mean strawberry shortcake." He grinned, slowly pushing his chair back and standing. "I'll show ya." He gave a nod towards where he would be heading just in case the other actually wanted some.

Hinata was still blushing when he glanced over at her, as she gave a nod, knowing that Kiba usually brought her her desert as well. She tended to be picked on by the more brash girls in the school, and Kiba didn't care for having to get them off her every time she went anywhere.

"Sounds cool, I'll join ya to get mine," Naruto said, doing the same and pushing his chair back as he stood up. He'd be lying if he said he didn't have a slight sweet tooth.

He followed the brunet towards the deserts after passing Shino a glare, looking around to try to get a better look at the Uchiha's face, though now he was nowhere to be found. Naruto was starting to get annoyed at never getting to see this guy. He had a curiosity worse than a cat's, especially when it came to proclaimed hot pieces of flesh, but it seemed that no matter what he did, he was stuck with the same view he'd had in art class.

Well, he still had the rest of the year, there's no way fate could keep up this little charade for that long.

"Hey man, don't take Shino too seriously. He tends to come off like that with everyone, just take it as him being sarcastic all the time, he's very…. Dry." Kiba arched a brow at his own wording as they worked their way up towards the counter where the sweets were. He turned to glance back at Naruto when the blond didn't make even so much as a noise indicating that he had heard him, catching him looking around the cafeteria almost a little too intently.

"Someone you're looking for in particular?" Kiba grinned, picking up two slices of the shortcake, waiting for the other to get his own.

"Huh? Oh," Naruto said with a jerk, quickly turning back to the guy at his side. "Just looking," he said with a furrowed brow, still slightly frustrated with not finding what he was looking for.

"These the cakes?" he asked as he picked up one of the already prepared pieces sitting on one of the small plates. "They look kinda…messy," he scrunched one side of his nose up, "but I guess that's just this cafeteria's style, eh?' He turned to give Kiba a grin as he held up his cake as example.

"Heh, yeah, they'd rather the food taste good instead of look good." Kiba grinned as they began the short walk back to their table, the brunette gently setting one of the plates down in front of Hinata who quietly thanked him as she picked up her fork.

"So what's on the agenda tonight guys? I know there's a party that starts at 10 30, course there's always Island Park." Kiba grinned as he quickly sat down and began to scarf down his own shortcake, grinning up at Shikamaru the entire time. "Though, I do need you to tweak my intake, it doesn't last long for some reason." He arched a brow then winced slightly when he bit down into one of the more sour strawberries.

Mouth already full from the moist desert—that tasted amazing by the way—Naruto turned to regard Kiba. "What's this Island Park place? If it's what I think it is, then I am highly interested," he smiled wide before sticking another piece of cake into his mouth.

He was hoping it was a racing location like it sounded. What didn't this place have so far? Hot chicks, sexy dudes, awesome teachers—from what he'd seen—, and now even street racing locations? Maybe he'd actually miss this place when he graduated.

Kiba grinned. "You'll like it alright; it's pretty much where anyone who's important is." He pointed at Shikamaru. "He's a certified genius, and he has his way with anything with a motor." He nearly bounced in his seat with the thought of getting to show someone his pride and joy, "My baby is out in the parking lot, I can show you once we're out of class." He bit into another sour strawberry and winced.

"Oh hey! I didn't ask you where you wanted your locker at. It's kinda pick and choose for new students once the assignments are out." Kiba turned to Naruto. "There's one available close to mine, though, I'm not sure if anyone has puked in it lately or not." He wrinkled his nose at the memory of the horrid smell that invaded the hall for a week before it was cleaned out. "There's one on the other side of the hall a bit of the way down if you'd prefer. Though, it's right next to Sasuke's so…" Kiba shrugged his shoulders while reaching for his drink. "If you don't mind risking your life daily, that'd be the best choice." He added as an after thought.

The bell rang just then and Kiba quickly pushed himself away from the table. "Anyway, I'll come find you, just don't stray too far; I'll give you directions to my house and show you my ride so you'll know what to look for." Kiba grinned, waiting for Naruto to get up and follow him, indicating that he would walk him to his next class before going to his own.

Pushing himself up, Naruto grabbed up his tray, raising a questioning brow as he looked at what the others were doing with theirs while he also thought about all Kiba had just said and cursing the fact he couldn't just have a free period like the other seniors. It wasn't his fault he kept failing classes; they should work on making them more interesting.

Seeing the students tossing their trays on an assembly-line styled belt, he followed their example before turning back towards the brunet.

"Wait…who's Sasuke?" he quirked a brow up, not having heard that name yet. He adjusted the messenger bag strap on his shoulder from where he'd picked it up from his table. With all of the books he seemed to keep attaining from each class, a locker would definitely help, and he was interested in what Kiba meant by 'risking his life daily.' Sounds like this guy was a lot of fun in Naruto's opinion, plus the fact he didn't really want to stick all of his things in a smelly vomit-coated locker every day.

Kiba snorted as he gave the younger brunet from earlier another high five when they passed by him. "Uchiha." Kiba stated, turning to glance at the blond as he quickly caught up with him. "Most people simply refer to him as 'the Uchiha' since they're too chicken-shit to call him by his first name." He grinned. "Though most people want to, usually girls." He gave a few nods to people as they walked with the flow of bodies in the hall.

Kiba lowered his voice, not wanting to accidentally walk by the person in question while talking about him. "He was apparently part of the Yakuza or something back in his hometown. His brother… "Kiba shook his head. "I'll tell ya later, alright?" Kiba glanced up at the doorway he had stopped by. "Just hang around here and I'll take you to your locker, yeah?"

"Mkay," Naruto replied, leaning against a wall outside the room Kiba had lead him to rather than going straight in. He would probably be late for his own class, but it wasn't like he really cared, he'd been being a better student then normal today anyways.

This gave him time to think more about this Uchiha that now had a first name. Heh… He couldn't help the grin that spread across his lips at the thought of this mystery guy being part of some questionable organization. Not only that, but that meant he was foreign too. Naruto was only a quarter Japanese, getting that from his dad's side so he still had enough American in him to naturally appreciate something imported. Like good cars and fine wine… he added.

I wonder if he has an accent, Naruto thought to himself, imagining some sort of self-created Asian beauty speaking partial Japanese to him in a sultry low voice. Yeah, that'd be nice.. he said as he almost sighed, relaxing more against the wall.

"Naruto-kun?" Hinata's voice was soft as she paused in the doorway to the classroom, brows lifted in slight surprised that she found her lunch table companion outside of her advanced History class.

Jerking his head to the side slightly for the second time today, blue eyes widened slightly since he didn't expect to be caught in his slight daydreaming. He pushed himself off the wall, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Uh, yeah? Hi, Hinata, what's up?" Naruto asked, eyes lowering before fixing into hers.

"This i-is-is your last class?" She stuttered, stepped to the side to get out of the other students way as they were entering the class room as well. It seemed that it was a surprise to have someone so much like Kiba be in an advanced class.

A smirk tugged his lips up, "Is that so hard to believe? I'm actually good at classes when I like them." He adjusted the strap on his arm and headed through the doorway. Well, seems like he'd not have time to think about the Uchiha outside of class, maybe the teacher would drone enough that he could once he was in class since he probably wouldn't be doing anything else.

He heard the girl follow him in but didn't look back at her. While not bad looking, she didn't seem like the type he'd want to lead on too much. Plus he'd already found two more prey that he wanted to try first. Didn't mean he wouldn't be nice to her if she talked to him though, she seemed like a good enough friend.

"My name's Ibiki Morino, but you will call me Mr. Ibiki like everyone else does," came a loud, gruff voice from right in front of Naruto, startling him before he raised his gaze. "Your seat will be right here, since it's one of the two we have open and this is the book you'll be using," the tall man said as he shoved a book that seemed like it was fifty years old and heavier than his bike in his hands.

"Uh..sure," Naruto said, not sure what else to say at the moment. He took the book with a short grunt and sat in the seat that was gestured to him.

"You look like a troublemaker and let me just go ahead and make it clear that I do not tolerate trouble being started in my class. You guys are advanced students—for whatever reason—and you will act as such," he finished his tirade and turned to walk back to the front of the class. He was a very large man—and not in the fat way. He probably coached some sports team if Naruto had any guess, though coaches didn't usually teach advanced classes.

He looked tough too with multiple scars running down from the cap he wore on his head. Naruto wasn't sure if he wanted to get on this guy's bad side or not. He looked like he'd taken down a bear or something in his day.

Though a tough guy, his lectures were pretty boring as he droned on and on about stuff that Naruto knew most of—he watched the History channel in his free time, interested mostly in the heroes of the past and cool shit like that. So the teen got his daydreaming time in, full of sexy Yakuza guys and pink haired smart girls.

The bell ringing caught him off guard and he could almost not get out of his seat fast enough, not wanting to be stuff alone with this Ibiki fellow.

He turned out the doorway of the class and weaved past a few people to get to a wall to lean against to wait for Kiba, continuing to avoid any possible contact with the monster of a man.

Not that he was scared of course, not much scared Naruto, just.. he got a weird feeling around that guy. Like he didn't want to see what was in his basement.

Kiba pressed against the flow on that particular side of the hall when he spotted the blond locks spiked over the younger students whose lockers were down this particular hallway. "Hey, how'd it go?" He gave the other a nod in greeting as he stepped up to him. "Our lockers are down the senior hallway." Kiba instantly stated before jumping into the flow of people, hoping that Naruto was behind him.

Quirking his lips to the side as the other practically leaped away before he could answer, he followed after him nonetheless, weaving in and out of people to keep up with the brunet. "Well in case you're still interested," he called out over the other students' heads, "That man is a beast. Is the board sure he hasn't like been in jail for killing a person…or twenty?" He grinned and nodded at the people who gave him weird looks for his statement.

It didn't take them much time to reach their destination as the number of students, rushing to get home, trickled to a small stream of the kids who didn't have a bus to catch, or just didn't feel like rushing around, were the ones passing now at their own leisurely pace.

"Naw, he's okay once he knows whether you're a good student or not." Kiba answered as Naruto walked up beside him while he put in the combination to open his own locker. "Though I think he used to be a cop or something super secretive, I don't know how he managed to get a degree in teaching since he lacks some basic people skills." Kiba laughed at the though of Ibiki trying to be an actual person.

"Alright so," Kiba started as he threw in a few of his own books, then shut his locker, double checking to make sure that it was locked. "I'll assume you brought a lock, otherwise we'll have to wait for tomorrow, but your locker will be this way." Kiba took a bit more languid pace this time, making it about four doors down the hall before moving over to the other side to the wall of blue lockers.

A redhead girl turned to glance at them as she pushed a piece of paper into one of the lockers on the wall, glaring at both males before walking away, her hips swinging back and forth, obviously knowing what to do with them.

"Well, the locker to the right of that one is yours, the one she was just at it Sasuke's." Kiba pointed at the only locker on the wall that was void of a lock of any kind.

First Sakura and Ino and now this random redhead—who didn't look so bad herself even—what was with this guy? Naruto usually had to work to gain this much attention—which perhaps Sasuke did as well, but it wasn't obvious from what the blond had seen.

"It's cool, I always have one on me just in case," Naruto replied jokingly, though he was sure Kiba wouldn't catch the joke. Something Mizuki always beat into him was to be prepared so he usually brought a lock with him on his first days, though he just kept it on his messenger bag between moving schools anyways, it didn't make a bad keychain since it was orange, his favorite color.

He opened up the locker that was to be his and put the books from the day in it. He had some homework, but it was mostly for art and the other stuff he'd done in class during his boredom since it was so little. He didn't need to bring his books with him.

"So," he said as he locked up the door and turned to lean against it, "When's this get-together thing and where the hell is it?" He moved his eyes from Kiba momentarily to pull his pack of cigarettes out of his messenger bag, having been craving one for hours now.

"I usually leave around 8, get some grub and then head over, none of the really good stuff happens till after 10, though, sometimes the cops manage to break it up pretty early if the word gets out too much." Kiba followed the pack of cigarettes with his eyes before nodding towards the door. "You can smoke outside, I'll show you on the map in my car where you need to go, you can head over to my place first, we'll take my car, it'll be easier." He stated, not really leaving room for argument, and knowing that once Naruto heard his car, there wouldn't be any objection to taking it, the guy looked like he enjoyed fast things, and his car, while not some of the more expensive imports around here, was enough to get him to win a few races.

"I'm not too far out of town if you don't mind a bit of a drive; you have a motorcycle don't you?" Kiba eyed the blond as they walked down the hall, Naruto looked the type to have one, or at least one, possibly a car, but he wasn't going to push for too much personal information at the moment.

Naruto snorted, amused about how this guy just seemed to be able to guide him to do about anything so far. He'd even say they were a little more than acquaintances and it was just the first day. What was up with this school?

"Sure, sounds cool," he replied, partially leading the way to the door Kiba had nodded to, not even waiting until he was fully outside to stick a cigarette between his lips and light it. He put his lighter away and took a long drag as he opened the door out, relishing the feeling of his craving being sated; he thought about offering Kiba one, but he didn't look the type, even though he'd surprised Naruto a lot so far. "Yeah, I've got one," he began, letting the smoke slip between his lips as he spoke before blowing the rest out, "pretty much all I have though so I won't be joining your little car races," he said, somewhat bitterly, he'd own a car if they lived in one place long enough for him to hold a job to earn one. It'd been a hell of a time to just get his bike, though it was worth it in the end.

"I parked it around the caf, by whoever else parks there," Naruto continued, motioning towards where he guessed the cafeteria was. "You better be in for a fast drive, I get bored following slow-pokes," he turned to give Kiba a sly grin.

Grinning Kiba lead the way towards his car, the brightest red one in the student parking lot. It seemed that Naruto planned on following him home, which was perfectly fine with him as it was, though hopefully his mom wasn't home from work yet…

"The black bike?" Kiba arched a brow. "That's Sasuke's, and I wouldn't recommend touching it if I were you, he's got some sort of sixth sense or something, he'll know you touched it." Kiba joked but was mostly serious. The last guy who touched the Uchiha's bike ended up in the hospital for a month.

Grinning back at the blond as they reached his car, Kiba opened the door and tossed his bag into the back floor board, being as where there had been seats were now speakers, all of which looked expensive. "You don't have to worry about me going slow." He cocked his head to the side before climbing into his car. "I'll meet you at the exit." He stated.
I don't own the Naruto chara's nor do I makes monies off this fic.

A/n: Soooooooo~ This be another RP between Skully and myself, though this one is already a bit longer, and we've had this idea for a WHILE now, so we're like 8D about it cause well.. it's awesome. -snort- We have SO MANY and it's hard to pick just which one to work on, but we've been having fun over this break working on this one, and we wanted to post and share it as soon as possible 8D

And yes, there is mention of wommenz, but they're only there to help the story progress ^_^ so please no angry linch mobs on us, kthx, girls exist IRL, and this is kinda based on some IRL things, so they're needed.

uhh... other than not knowing how many chapters this thing is gonna be, or if we'll ever make it to an actual 'end' I do hope you guys enjoy it! Also, comments would be greatly appreciated if you read this, it'll help us learn to know what things are good and what needs work on 8D

"That's good to know then," Naruto said, still grinning from before. "See you at the exit," he waved as he trotted off towards the cafeteria.

Reaching his own orange bike, he looked up at the black one that remained where it had been when he had pulled up early this morning. His eyes slid over the sleek metal, the whole thing looked like the owner cleaned it every day. I wonder if he races that thing, Naruto thought, hoping so since it'd give them a chance to meet in person at a social event that the blond thoroughly enjoyed. He was almost in disbelief that after all of the things they had in common he hadn't run into the guy all day.

Well if Sasuke did race, he'd definitely be there tonight and Naruto was overly excited to meet him. Even if they didn't get along, at least he'd be a good partner for a fist-fight. The guy seemed tough and the thought of fighting someone who wasn't a buff idiot made a spark go up the blond's spine.

He tossed his spent cigarette to the side, sliding on his helmet and clipping the strap beneath his chin. Pushing the kickstand up, he started up his bike and instantly drove off the sidewalk, revving the engine to a roar as he peeled around the corner, catching up to the red car that was at the front.

Kiba caught his eye from the rear-view mirror, eyes showing his excitement at getting to show off his baby. Naruto gave him a nod which he returned and the brunet started out, Naruto close behind.

Well he was right about the fast part, Naruto thought with a snort. Kiba proved to be as much of a speed demon as he was and he seemed just as good at pulling it off without getting caught. Even with all the back roads taken to stay out of any radar, they managed to make it to the other's house in a short amount of time.