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Chapter 1 - The Fight that Started it All

"Sometimes it's the smallest of decisions that can change your life forever."

Keri Russell

At the ripe old age of sixteen, my life so far has been nothing but a sequence of bad day after bad day after bad day. This Tuesday, however, topped the charts. You see, I'm not a very popular kid at my high school. As a matter of fact, I'm pretty much the least popular kid the school has ever seen. I mean, I have two friends. Two. And one of them isn't even really my friend, just my friend's friend who happens to be civil to me. I am what some people would call... well, annoying. I admit it. I embrace it. All my life I've been that loud, rambunctious kid that everyone just wanted to shut the hell up. Somewhere along the way I made friends with a guy named Kiba: another loud, rambunctious kid that everyone wanted to shut the hell up. The difference between me and Kiba is that Kiba's a star football player and wrestler. Therefore, he's one of the most popular guys in the school. Now when he's loud and rambunctious, people think it's funny. Kiba and I could tell the same joke, or make the same sarcastic comment, to the exact same crowd, and get two completely different reactions. Everyone would laugh when Kiba said it, and they'd tell all their friends about it and how funny it was. When I said it, people would roll their eyes and mutter under their breath that I should give up on life. Eventually I got used to it.

One thing to know about Kiba, however, is that he's a sucky fighter. He could tackle an elephant on the football field, and he could wrestle an ape to the ground, but when it comes to fist-on-fist all-out fighting, even a scrawny little dude like me could take Kiba down. And Tuesday at lunch, Kiba unknowingly got himself into his first fist fight. Some meathead that had just transferred to our school from another in the county snuck up behind Kiba at lunch and pulled him off of his bench. A crowd quickly formed as Kiba yelled out and threw a fist back at the guy on his way to the ground. The punch missed, but he did manage to kick the guy in the stomach somewhere in his wild flailing, causing the aggressor to double over with his arms cradling his stomach. Kiba stood quickly and got in a punch to the guy's shoulder while he was still doubled over. The other kid stumbled backward and righted himself and somewhere in the crowd a girl's voice called out, "Get him, Kiba!"

Stupid, stupid Kiba. At the sound of the feminine voice he instantly looked up, trying to find his admirer among the mob of students. The other jock took advantage of the opening and dove forward. Kiba didn't even notice. "Kiba, move!" I yelled, and instead of dodging his opponent, Kiba just stared at me with a confused look on his face. Not wanting to see my best (and pretty much only) friend get mauled into the ground, I ran forward and shoved him out of the way. I hadn't really considered the fact that doing so would cause the other guy's punch to connect with the side of my skull. And damn did it connect. I fell forward, cupping my hands over the right side of my face and cursing myself for not packing my lunch and bringing an ice pack today like I had planned on.

"Oh look, the Jell-O theif's henchman," the other guy spat at me. I couldn't help but lower my hands and stare at him, dumbfounded. Was that really what this fight was about? "You wanna fight too?" the guy asked.

No. No I do not, I thought, but the guy didn't give me time to answer. He backed up a few steps and ran at me. I didn't have time to dodge out of the way so I ducked instead, falling to the ground and wrapping my arms around my knees. The jock grabbed at the air above me, just missing me as I went down, and ended up tripping over me. I rolled a few feet away from him as he stumbled, but managed to stay on his feet. I stood when I was far enough out of his arm span, and the guy glared at me. "What the fuck kind of pussy-ass move was that?" he yelled. That was when things really went south.

One thing to know about me, is that I have a very short fuse. It doesn't take very much to piss me off. And this guy had pissed me off, bad. "Why do you stupid jocks always have to fight about every little thing?" I asked in return. "I mean really, you're going to sneak up on a kid and start a big ol' fight with him just because he took the last cup of lime-flavored Jell-O in the lunch line?"

"Who are you calling stupid, you puny little shit?!" he shouted. That's when I lunged at him, not really knowing what I was going to do if I got a hold of him but wanting to do some damage. He dodged me easily, stepping to the side and grabbing my left arm as I passed him. He pulled me back by my arm, guiding my face straight into his fist. He let go of my arm and I stumbled backward, feeling blood dripping down my face from my nose. I made a small noise of pain, bringing my hands up to cup my bleeding face, and the guy laughed. He turned around, high-fiving one of his friends. That pushed me over the edge. I brought my hands down, clenching them into fists in front of me.

"Hey, dumbass," I called, and as soon as he turned around I sent a punch flying into his face, the full weight of my body behind it. His head snapped back when I hit him and he stumbled backward, falling into the friend he had high-fived a moment ago. He looks up at me with fire in his eyes, but it's gone in a second. Before I know what's happening he's cupping his face and moaning in agony and there's a teacher on either side of me, holding my arms back. I don't fight against them, I have no reason to. But all of a sudden I find myself wondering why they're restraining me, and not the other guy.

The teacher on my right yells, "Come on, delinquent! You're in trouble!"

"Wait, what?!" I try to ask what's going on but they ignore my questions, only telling me to shut up if I don't want my punishment to get even worse.

Apparently one of the guy's friend's had gone to the teachers, telling them that some kid had started beating on their friend for no reason. They had expected to get Kiba in trouble, but they were just as pleased with me getting detained. When the teachers asked the jock what had happened to my nose, he told them that he only punched me in self-defense, because he couldn't think of another way to get me off of him. I tried to tell the teachers that it was a complete lie, but none of them listened to me. So of course, I got stuck in the living hell known as In School Suspension for the rest of the week and the guy who started the fight got off with no consequences. I spent the rest of the day being bounced back and forth between the discipline office and the clinic. Would you believe me if I told you that they actually sent me to get punished before they let me get a damn ice pack or some gauze for my bleeding nose? Well believe it, 'cause it happened.

The last three days of the week I spent in In School Suspension, also known as ISS. For those of you who don't know what ISS consists of, I'll let you in on the secret. Essentially, you sit in a room all day. One room, all day. You get one pass to leave per day so if you have an overactive bladder you're shit out of luck. Other than your one pass, the only time you can leave is to get your lunch, but you don't even get to enjoy the lunchtime experience. You have to go to the cafeteria in one big, misbehaved group twenty minutes before the actual lunch period starts, get your lunch, and take it back to the ISS room to eat. And what do you do when you're in the ISS room, you ask? Well that's very simple. You do nothing. You can't talk, you can't read, you can't draw, you can't do homework, you can't do anything. The only thing you're allowed to do is classwork provided by your teachers, and 99% of the time your teachers don't provide you with your classwork. So the vast majority of the time, you end up just sitting silent and still in one desk in one room all day long, which is really hard for someone like me. As I've already told you, I'm loud and rambunctious. I get stir crazy. I'm the type of person that can't stand silence.

So, to put it shortly, it was hell.

But I'm getting ahead of myself, so let's go back to Tuesday for a moment. After the twenty minute walk home with gauze stuck up my nostrils and a quickly melting ice pack pressed against the right side of my face, I entered my apartment to find my answering machine beeping quietly. Wondering who'd bother to call me - and leave a message, no less - in the middle of the school day, I quickly dropped my backpack and hurried to the beeping machine. To my dismay, the message was from my aunt, my so-called guardian. Apparently when I got hauled into the discipline office at school, the principal took the liberty of calling my aunt and informing her of my "Unsavory Behavior," which prompted my aunt to withdraw me from my current public high school and enroll me in a prissy boarding school hundreds of miles away. At the time I was outraged. Sure, I wasn't popular at my current school, but I was happy enough there. I'd rather be here than anywhere else in the world, I'd thought. Especially some stupid prep school where all of my classmates are going to be snobby and condescending.

It's now Saturday night and I'm packing up the last of the things that I'll be needing in my dormitory. I've started to look at my transfer as less of a curse and more of a blessing in disguise. The more I think about it, the more I think this is a sign from god telling me that I can reinvent myself now. Now I can finally be who I want to be instead of who everyone assumes I am. I can finally make some real friends. Smiling at the prospect, I close up my suitcase and drag it out into the living room, where I sit on the couch and wait for the driver my aunt is sending to take me to the airport.

***

A pale, naked body lay spread out on a navy blue couch. It was around eight forty five Wednesday night, and the lights in the small living room of the dormitory were dimmed, the majority of the lighting in the room coming from the muted television. Displayed on said television was a pair of men; young, probably in their early twenties, and also naked. But they were outside, laying on a picnic blanket in broad daylight. The most attention-grabbing thing about the video, however, was the way the taller of two men was visciously slamming his cock into the smaller one's ass.

The pale skin of the boy on the couch seemed to glow in the bluish light from the television. This boy was none other than Uchiha Sasuke, the heart throb of his prep school. All of his "fan girls" loved to pretend that they knew everything about him, such as his birthday, various favorites, and other traits that only close friends or complete stalkers would know, but what was taking place on this night was something that nobody except Sasuke himself knew.

Sasuke panted quietly as his right hand rapidly stroked his throbbing erection and his left hand harshly shoved a slicked-up metal vibrator into his ass. This was the seventeen-year-old's nightly ritual: masturbate in the most animalistic way he could manage, so that his emotions would be bottled up and in check the next day during classes. The prestigious Uchiha family had always been known for having stoic and emotionless personalities - if you could even call them personalities - but in his younger years Sasuke, the youngest Uchiha child, had had great trouble keeping his emotions under wraps.

One night, when Sasuke was twelve and the rest of his family was out, he had snuck into his older brother's bedroom, determined to find that DVD that his aniki had never let him watch. That was the night that had changed Sasuke's life. It turned out that Itachi, his brother, had never let him watch that specific movie because it was a hard core pornographic movie. Not only that, but it featured two males. By this time, Sasuke already knew the facts of life, how to make a baby, and all those myths that society made up that told him men and women were supposed to be together, but a man and a man or a woman and a woman was strictly forbidden. Watching this supposedly taboo video that his brother seemed so fond of, Sasuke realized why he had never been attracted to any of the females who had thrown themselves at him: he was attracted to men.

In one of Sasuke's more awkward Facts of Life lectures, his brother had taught him (through educational diagrams and photos) about masturbation, and what it meant when you got an erection. Sasuke, being as sharp as he was, had picked up on the fact that this 'masturbation' deal was perfectly normal, but private, and mostly looked down upon. Knowing these things, Sasuke had never touched himself... until he saw the video that his brother had been hiding from him, that is. He sat on the floor of his brother's bedroom, watching the pornographic video, and had stroked himself to his very first orgasm. After using the contents of a Kleenex box to dispose of the evidence and replacing the DVD in its case, Sasuke had fled the bedroom and waited for his family to return home.

The whole time he waited he wondered how he would be able to face them. Would he be able to look his brother in the eye? Would Itachi be able to tell from Sasuke's body language? What if he just up and blurted it out that he had snuck into Itachi's room, watched his gay porn, and masturbated to it? He couldn't stand even thinking about it. But, to his extreme surprise, when Sasuke's family returned home he was able to face them without flaw, and none of them ever found out. Actually, it was as if he were calmer, more collected than he usually was. Sasuke began to experiment, touching himself in the shower, when the entire family left, early in the morning or late at night while everyone was asleep, any time he could get to himself. He soon found that he was always amazingly calm after orgasming, and had better control over his out of control emotions.

And now here the Uchiha prodigy was, five years later, still jerking off nightly to other men having sex.

He felt his latest orgasm coming, and rammed the vibrator into his prostate. So close! he thought, moaning in the overwhelming pleasure. So...

BANG BANG BANG

Sasuke could've screamed. He was three seconds from coming and someone was knocking on his door. Good thing it was locked. "Who is it?" he called, absolutely loving how much control he had over his voice, even though both his hands were still moving, albeit at a much slower pace than previously.

"Me," a curt voice replied.

Oh great. "State your business, Hyuuga."

"A letter from the Headmistress," the boy said.

"Neji, I'm a bit busy at the moment, do you think you could just slip it under the door?" There was no reply, but when Sasuke turned his head in the direction of the door he saw a small white envelope sitting on the floor just inside the room. Alright, time to finish up, the Uchiha thought, and he did just that.

Regaining his momentum, it wasn't long until Sasuke turned his head to the side, shoving his face into the back of the couch as ecstatic moans and cries overtook him in his orgasm; his thick, white seed spraying onto his torso. While spiraling down from his high, Sasuke examined the white globs of sperm on his chest and abdomen; he hadn't cum as much as usual. That was understandable, though. It wasn't every night that his greatest academic rival knocked on his door while he was getting off. Actually, that had never happened before.

When his head had stopped spinning and he could no longer hear his pulse right in his ears, Sasuke reached for the tissue box on the coffee table and proceeded to wipe himself clean. He stood up, depositing the used tissues in the small waste basket specifically for this use to the left of the couch, picked up the remote from where he had dropped it onto the floor, and powered off the television and DVD player. Immediately it was nearly pitch black, and Sasuke had to wait a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the change in lighting. Spotting his disregarded boxers on the floor just on the other side of the coffee table, Sasuke picked up the underwear and pulled them on.

Sasuke looked to the envelope laying on the floor, then to the clock. I can't believe it's aleady past nine, he thought. Walking over to the door, Sasuke picked up the envelope and opened it. Let's see how long this letter is, and determine whether it can wait until tomorrow or if I can read it before I go to sleep. Pulling out the single sheet of paper, Sasuke decided that he would read the letter then. The Uchiha leaned against the wall to the right of the door, spinning the light-dimming wheel clockwise and turning the lights up just enough to read the letter.

Uchiha Sasuke,

Our school has accepted a new student in the eleventh grade, and due to your position as the Junior Class President, added to the fact that you're one of the only three students in the school who does not have a roommate, you are automatically first on the list of candidates who are to be called on for this student's living arrangements. As you've probably already figured out, this new student is to be your roommate for the rest of the school year. There will be no negotiating of these arrangements, and the paperwork has been finalized. Your new roommate will start school here with us next Monday, and the movers should be bringing his things in on either Saturday afternoon or Sunday morning.

-Tsunade

Headmistress

Sasuke stared at the letter. He reread it, and reread it again, and then read it once more just to make sure he hadn't screwed up the first three times. He could not believe this. He was going to have a roommate?! They hadn't even consulted him! It really wasn't fair, how boarding schools could strip students of all their rights, and the students couldn't even do anything about it because their parents had signed contracts and release forms. Turning off the light and heading for his bedroom, Sasuke sighed. "Well, damn," he said out loud, without even realizing it. "I guess I'm going to have to start taking showers at night again."

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A/N: Aaaaand here's chapter one! I hope you guys like the rewritten Naruto POV! tell me what you think in your reviews!

For those of you who don't read my new story, The Over-Under, I'll give you guys the rundown on how I'm going to handle this story from now on to make sure I don't go back to updating once a year. I currently have chapters one through eleven written. When I finish writing chapter twelve, I'll post chapter two here on the site. Then I'll post chapter three when I finish chapter thirteen, and etc and etc. If I ever feel like I'm taking too long to finish the next chapter and I don't want to make you guys wait, I have a ten chapter grace period for stuff I can feed you in times of writers block, and a lot of it is rewritten so you guys who read the story when it was originally posted will have some new stuff to gnaw on too. (: Hopefully I'll finish the story before I run out of grace chapters xD

Again, I hope you guys liked it and I can't wait to see your reviews! See you next time!
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