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By : Sessakag
Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Naruto/Hinata
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Chapter Four
Not Your Average Teen

༒༻𝕹𝖆𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖔༺༒

July 2, 2000

Naruto’s temper was best described as an active volcano poised to erupt at any given moment, his rage slow churning lava awaiting a catalyst, his irritation an aura of heat fumes scorching nearby inhabitants. It was never a question of if he’d detonate, rather, when.
The answer to that question was right fucking now.
Right in the middle of Iruka Umino’s homeroom announcements and lecture.
He'd been going on and on for the last five minutes, though Naruto had only caught stray bits and pieces.
Some shit about 'deplorable' grades and their class being one of the 'worse' in the entire school, and how ‘only a handful of his students had a future with grades like these’ and blah, blah, fuckin blah. Naruto listened for less than fifteen seconds, folded his sore arms, laid his throbbing head down and dozed off in a concerted effort to sleep off a combination of a long shitty night spent on a fruitless hunt that had nearly gotten his head blasted from his shoulders and early morning withdrawals courtesy of his drug free probation mandate.
He woke up today drenched in a cold sweat, skin feeling like a bunch of spiders were making a home beneath his tanned flesh. Too nausea to eat breakfast, he skipped his group home meal and walked like a zombie to school with Sasuke. The two teens had passed a pocket sized bottle of vodka Sasuke brought back and forth along the way, Naruto hoping a little buzz would stop the shakes.
He barely felt human after but it did help his trembling.
Far from education ready, Sasuke had one more trick up his sleeve to help the blonde addict through the day.
They ducked behind bleachers bracketing the football field and puffed a cigarette until second bell rang. When it was time to head in, Sasuke slung his slightly less beat-up bag over his shoulder and warned the other teen to ‘chill’ and ‘try not fuck anybody up’. Naruto had turned hostile baby blues to the older boy, silently warning that he was aggravated enough to swing indiscriminately. Sasuke got the message loud and clear, rolling his eyes but clearly not in the mood to throw down just because Naruto was grumpy and didn’t want anyone nagging him.
Sasuke knew how he was.
He knew Naruto was…different.
They were blood brothers. A bond not forged from the same womb, but one conceived through shared trauma and mutual respect.
A bond now strengthened by the tag team murder of Itachi.
It may have been unspoken, but Sasuke knew he cared about him more than anyone he had ever cared about in his life, however, he also knew from experience that affection didn't grant him total immunity from the blonde sociopath’s violence. The two still fought, nowhere near as much as they did when they were younger, when they were more broken and damaged. When pummeling each other into the ground was the only way to numb the wretched agony of the world they were born into.
When they dealt with their inside pain by hurting each other.
Their fights were few and far between now. Rather than beating on each other, they pacified their internal conflicts with copious amounts of alcohol and narcotics, leaving them too damn high to fight, but clashes did happen.
Naruto would admit without shame he was usually the instigator; escalating disagreements to full blown arguments, throwing the first punch when Sasuke said something he didn’t like. Sometimes Sasuke took the bait, most of the time he’d curb the teen’s attempt of inciting bloodshed. Other times, like today, Naruto had the courtesy to warn the brunette that he was itching for a fight, and whether he was angry at Sasuke or something else entirely, it was Sasuke’s choice if he wanted to be on the receiving end of his ‘tantrum’.
There was a understanding between them.
Naruto would throw hands with his bestie if pissed him off enough, but it usually wasn’t personal. When the dust cleared and Naruto returned from that dark place inside his fucked up head, they were still brothers.
They’d beat each other to a pulp then hit the blunt with their busted lips.
That’s how they worked.
That’s how they functioned.
Maybe that made them crazy, certainly made them toxic, but who the fuck cared what other people thought?
"Let's go, we're already late," Sasuke sighed.
Fight avoided, they walked leisurely to their starting classes, Naruto a mass of misery and annoyance, Sasuke exasperated and resigned to another epic Uzumaki outburst, if not today then sometime soon.
His bestfriend wasn’t wrong.
Sasuke knew him better than anyone else after all.
So it wasn’t a surprise to either of them what happened not thirty minutes later; Naruto had been stewing for months after all, a pressure cooker waiting to blow, a ticking time bomb with an unstoppable counter stemming from a single incident. A bump in the road, not that big of a goddamn deal in the grand scheme of shit he’d done, though Jiraiya had no way of knowing that. He'd nearly been finished with his negotiated probation when they got him. One fuckin random drug test came back dirty and his two-and-a-half months was extended into a full on year. For twelve months, they expected him to stay clean, stay sober and stay in school or they’d provide him a one-way trip to lockdown.
They could all kiss his ass.
His original plan to ditch school in October would be his final fuck you.
Three more months.
All he had to do was keep his shit together for three months and he would have been free.
No more rolling out of bed at an ungodly hour, no more mind numbing schooldays and obnoxious teachers, no more random drug tests and shake downs.
October 10, sixteen years old, he would have been able to drop out, peacefully.
He wasn’t gonna make it.
Iruka wasn’t gonna let him.
None of his venom today had anything to do with Bitch Iruka, but Captain Save-an-Orphan was gonna be the lucky winner of a full on Uzumaki meltdown.
Naruto knew it the moment he felt a tap on his shoulder, rousing him from his fitful slumber.
“Up. Now.”
He didn’t move, didn’t raise his throbbing head. Outside a tight flexing of his jaw, he didn’t outwardly stir.
“You are not going to sleep in my class today, Naruto! I’ve had enough of your antics and disruptions this year! This class is already behind and yet every morning you come in here and I have to stop teaching to supervise you personally! Well no more! Enough is enough! Jiraiya mentioned your struggle with substances and I can sympathize with you to a certain extent, it’s a tough battle, especially for someone your age, but no one can help you if you’re unwilling to help yourself!” a heavy sigh left his lips and his next doomed sentence sounded regretful, to Naruto, it sounded like an open invitation for his rage, “I hate to have to do this, but I think we need to contact your case manager and get you into rehab,” solidifying his downfall, Iruka committed his final mistake, he put a big, male, hand on the blonde teen’s back, it was gentle and soothing and burned like hellfire, “grab your bag and go to Principal Shim-”
Naruto shot from his desk, fingers clenched in a ball of hate, already swinging by the time he gained his feet. A fierce punch sent his homeroom teacher reeling, knocking him to the ground, his flaying body overturning two desks in the process. Books, chairs and student alike scatter. He hit the ground and Naruto followed him down. He didn’t feel the painful impact of fist meeting bone, but he felt the satisfaction singing through his veins, each vicious punch feeding his need to expel the rot that lived inside of him.
He couldn’t hear the shrill screams of frightened school girls or the ‘what the fuck!’s of shocked school boys, he was deaf to the world, caught in a frenzy compiled and composed of a rage so deep, a hate so palatable it felt like a living breathing entity, a bright red beast roaring in his stomach.
A demon driving his cement weighted fists forward.
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※⊷Sasuke⊶※

The moment he heard screaming from the classroom down the hall, he knew.
Letting out a sigh, Sasuke shot from his chair, sprinted from his desk, and made a be-line for Naruto’s homeroom, his sensei’s shout for him to return slipping in one ear and out the other.
‘Idiot, idiot, idiot,’ his mind chanted as he tore through the empty halls of their school.
The door to Naruto’s homeroom was wide open, a crowd surrounding the entrance. Students in a range of emotional states were standing around. Some were screaming, most laughing and talking excitedly. There were a few high-fiving each other, whooping and hollering, others sobbing their trauma on the shoulder of their fellow upset classmate.
“Oh shit, your buddy’s going to jail, Sasuke!” one kid hyped as he shoved his way through the crowd.
Sasuke couldn’t disagree as he finally squeezed through.
‘Bitch Iruka’ was leaking and laid out cold, strewn across the classroom like a ragdoll, Naruto’s bruised and bloody fist wound back for another round of punishment.
Sasuke was on him in an instant, grabbing his fist and ducking instinctively. Sure enough, his rabid bestie swung on him too, face twisted in a snarl, looking like a goddamn demon from a movie. His dark pupils were dilated, eating away that vivid blue. Jaw clenched tight enough to crush diamonds, nostrils flared, messy blonde locks wilder than a lions mane, he looked feral and monstrous. This was the side of Naruto that disturbed him the most, this…creature that was all malice and mindless bloodlust.
Terrifying as it was to behold, Sasuke knew this monster.
He knew it so well because it lived inside him too.
Grabbing the blonde’s arm, he drove him backwards, steering him to the nearest wall, and using its surface to subdue him.
“Call down, Naruto!” he barked, straining to keep him place, “you need to calm the fuck down before the cops get here!”
They strained against each other, wrestling and tussling, Naruto shoving at him, Sasuke shoving back.
“Hey!” he shouted, dipping to catch the blonde’s scorching glare, “wherever you’re at right now, it’s not real, dobe!” Sasuke growled, pressing his forearm into the angry throat to anchor him in place, “we’re done with that shit, remember? Done! Don’t make me lay your ass, Naruto! Snap the fuck out of it!”
Chest rising and falling like a galloping horse, Sasuke watched the whisper of madness slowly fade from the boy’s burning gaze. Naruto sucked in several breaths, jaw flexing twice before he growled a low, “I’m good.”
No the fuck he wasn’t.
That was the last thing he was.
“Fuckin idiot, I told you not to lose your shit in class,” he snapped, his words turning hushed and urgent, “you got anything on you? Anything in your locker, because you know your ass is going to juvie.”
“I’m clean,” he panted, voice rough as gravel.
Clean.
How ironic that that was what led to this meltdown in the first place.
“Do me a goddamn favor, when the pigs show up, don’t flip the fuck out again. You know how they are, they’re gonna act stupid, just let em cuff you, and focus,” he pointed to his own dark eyes, “right here, you got me? Don’t go there, stay here. And shut the fuck up when you get downtown, don’t antagonize them. They’re not gonna be happy to see your ass again, don’t give em’ a reason to put you in solitary,” Naruto had a smart mouth and no fucks to give, Sasuke almost always had to coach him into at least pretending to give a fuck, “and don’t-”
A commotion behind him cut him off, he turned, saw the school campus cops headed their way and stepped aside, holding his breath as they bore down on the agitated blonde. They snatched up the teen troublemaker and slammed him into the wall, gripping his hands behind his back, fumbling for handcuffs and pressing their weight into his spine to keep him still.
And he hated it.
Sasuke could see the revulsion, the wrath burning in his friend’s eye, eyes that snapped to him, eyes that used him as an anchor to reality.
Sasuke didn’t dare look away.
His own teeth clenched hard enough to give him a headache, his own gut churning with sick, his disgust bubbling to the surface of his mind’s eye, reminding him what it felt like to have a grown man pressing on his back.
To be helpless and at the mercy as someone bigger, stronger.
Sasuke knew what how Naruto felt at the moment, he knew exactly and wished he didn’t.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

༒༻𝕹𝖆𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖔༺༒

“You’ve quite the impressive temper, Naruto Uzumaki,” Principal Shimura tisked as he shuffled through the door.
Slouching lazily in his chair sat straight across from Principal Shimura's desk, hands cuffed tight at his lower back, Naruto scuffed, lips curling upward.
He had no fucking clue how impressive.
Eleven minutes following Iruka’s unfortunate confrontation, Principal Cripple finally showed his face, but to Naruto’s surprise, he wasn’t accompanied by police and his case worker, instead, he came alone and shut the door being him.
Naruto straightened in his seat, watching with bored interest as he pulled files from a filing cabinet. His head was fucking aching like his brain was too big for his skull, nausea teased his stomach, hovering in his belly just enough for him to know there was a possibility that he was going to puke on Principal Cripple’s stupidly expensive rug from whatever bum-fuck country he’d imported it from.
“And a long rap sheet,” Shimura continued, opening a file with his name printed on the label, “assault, theft, truancy, breaking and entering, possession of a controlled substance-.”
Amused, Naruto snorted, “some of those charges didn’t stick, you can’t count ‘em against me.”
“Yes,” the man agreed, “leniency in deference to your tragic past, and mental state. A consequence, or rather, a benefit of your diagnoses that you’ve exploited to avoid trouble.”
Knew about that did he?
Naruto wasn’t surprised, when you had a teenager as violent and unpredictable as he was, you kinda needed to warn those directly in the line of fire.
Naruto grinned, “I guess you could say that. You been up my asshole since day one, not surprised you know all about my shit,” he flexed his hands, painful echoes of Iruka’s thick skull bringing a throb to his busted knuckles, “is it gonna get me outta trouble today? I really didn’t mean to pop off on Iruka-sensei, ya know,” he lied shamelessly, “kinda just lost my cool, nothing another round of anger management can’t fix, call my case worker, he can set it all up and everything. No need to call the cops, dattebayo.”
His public defender and Jiraiya were absolutely shameless in using his mental instability as a ‘get out of jail free’ card, neither was Naruto for that matter. Didn’t hurt that he was still a teenager, adults were a lot less eager to lock a young boy up and throw away the key, especially one as baby faced and charming as he was, though, he was pretty sure his innocent angelic features weren’t gonna get him by for much longer. He was growing up quickly, his chubby cheeks were barely hanging on, puberty was not fuckin around.
Instead of answering, Shimura stood, rounded his painfully neat, obnoxiously organized desk, looking as pathetic as ever as he shuffled over with the help of his old wooden cane. He stopped in front of the blonde, his dark eye sharp and assessing.
“Guileless, manipulative and remorseless, lying shamelessly with a smile. You are different, Naruto Uzumaki; special,” he announced reaching out to touch his shoulder.
A blonde brow rose, quiet fire lighting his eyes, “touch me and I’ll show you how special I am.”
He didn’t need his hands to make a motherfucker bleed, he was creative like that.
“There,” Shimura emphasized, his overly touchy gesture melding into a level finger point at his dead baby blues, “that hollow glint, that predatory hunger. You’re like a wild animal, lashing out at any and every creature with a pulse when riled. You need counsel, direction, a guiding hand and an outlet for your unique proclivities. I can help you channel this…passion of yours.”
Naruto stared.
Passion?
Proclivities?
Fuck was he talking about?
“You some kinda fuckin pervert or something?” he asked bluntly, because that’s what it fuckin sounded like, “cuz I don’t do the sugar daddy shit. I know a couple guys though, so how about this, you let me outta these cuffs, keep Iruka quiet about today’s little misunderstanding and I’ll introduce you to ‘em.”
Nasty asshole like Principal Cripple wouldn’t turn down an offer like that. He hadn’t pegged Shimura as one of those sick pedos, he could usually spot one no problem, but he wasn't surprised. Pedophiles were everywhere, he knew that better than anyone. That made this easier. Naruto knew his type unfortunately, guys like him were eager to get their hands on young boys. All he had to do was take the bait; Naruto would be free, and Principal Cyclops would find himself on the wrong side of a pissed off prostitute and a happy trigger finger.
He knew plenty of guys alright.
“I am not of that perversion,” Danzo refuted, “I am merely a man with an eye for talent, a shrewd man that understands that shadows are just as important as the sun that casts them. I am a man-”
“Can you get to the point, old man?” Naruto growled, knee bouncing, agitation stoking his temper. He was still fuckin tired, nauseous, hungry and starting to feel the bite of withdrawal. This guy needed to either shut the hell up and take him to jail or spit out whatever the hell he was trying to say, “because I don’t know what the hell you’re talkin’ about!”
A pregnant pause filled the room.
Impatience lashed his spine.
He glared daggers as the man turned and shuffled back to his desk, his sluggish gate and rhythmic cane tapping fanning his temper.
Seemingly unaware of the teen’s plight, Danzo reached casually for a folder below his arrest record and medical history. He opened it and began dispensing its contents. Six sheets of paper, dealt neatly like a deck of cards, were spread calmly, damningly, atop Principal Shimura’s desk. Naruto didn’t have to read through those words to know what it was, or look at the faces in the pictures.
He knew what they were.
Nails in his coffin.
A single sheet was more than enough to get him arrested and charged as an adult.
He stilled.
Naruto could never, in his entire young life, remember a time where he had ever been shocked, assuming that’s what this off-kilter sensation was.
Nothing had ever truly fazed him.
Walking by desolate, dead eyed prostitute getting smashed in an alley on a dirty mattress in broad daylight during a repeat episode of truancy was just another day in the life of a street orphan. Stepping around a lifeless body abandoned in a bush as he headed to his favorite smoke spot after climbing out the window of his group home was hardly cause for alarm in his book. Sudden gunshots ringing across a silent night didn’t even tap his pulse.
Before today, he would have said it was downright impossible, just another experience on the human emotion spectrum he was barred from ever gaining first hand knowledge of.
Today, that notion was put to bed.
“You are far more than you appear, far more than the average teen, Naruto Uzumaki,” Danzo told him, “and with my guidance, you could be so much more than above average.”
Well shit.
Principal Crippled had done the impossible; fifteen year old Naruto Uzumaki was shocked…
…and vastly entertained.
“Just who the fuck are you really?” he laughed, cerulean depths gleaming.
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Shout out to Desiree14 for helping me through the writing process with this chapter. Thank you <3!
Hope you all enjoyed. Next chapter, you know who will be making an appearance! A midnight encounter that will change everything …
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