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A New Life	By : aliakenobi Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 816 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 4
- 5
This chapter is unbetaed, if mistakes bother you please
wait, I will update this chapter with the betaed version as soon as I get
it back from my beta. For everyone else, enjoy.

Italics = Thought (usually Naruto)

Ch 5:

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Uzumaki Naruto trailed several steps behind the smug figure of Uchiha Sasuke.
They walked down stairs, across lawns, up more stairs, into a building, and
eventually to first period English Lit. The entire trip took over ten minutes,
it was a fairly big campus, full of fairly big wide-open spaces.

Naruto paused at the door, making sure that his trademark grin was well
established. He was more nervous than he wanted to be and far more nervous
than he wanted to let on. What if they didn�t like him? What if they made
fun of him? There was just so many ways that this could all go wrong. I
could trip right as I walked into the room and make a total fool of myself.

Naruto gathered up his courage, and took a deep breath. Well this is
it. He took a step, his shoelace caught, and he dived head first into
the classroom. Laughter ripped though the room. Fingers were pointed. A
few heard of the new kid earlier and his name became whispered among the
unusually cruel laughter. Damn shoelaces. Murphy�s law. Figures.

Naruto stared at the polished composite floor beneath him and thought. There
was a series of actions that could take place after this. Each an option,
each with differing results, the question being what direction should he
go for. What type of person should he come off as, and out of all of those
possible futures, what one would have the least damaging result? He made
his decision.

Raising his hand he turned to look at Sasuke. �A little help here. Please?� just
take the hand and help me up. I even said please. Come on take the hand
teme. Damn he isn�t going to. Great, I am out on that ledge again. Thank
you Mr. Sick-Up-Your-Ass. Plan B time.

Sasuke looked down at the blonde obstruction blocking the doorway and his
means into the classroom. He smirked as the blonde raised his hand up asking
for help, but he wouldn�t, no he couldn�t help. Being nice, particularly
in public, was just one of the many things that an Uchiha did not do. Instead
he stepped over the blonde and entered the classroom murmuring �dobe� lackadaisically
under his breath. He needed to set the hierarchy and unfortunately, the dobe
needed to be in the lower half.

Naruto hoisted himself up. Once standing the laughter died away but the
eyes still remained fixated upon him. Time to make untied shoelaces my
ally. He flashed his biggest smile and took the most idiotic pose he
could think. A thumbs up followed by a peace (victory) sign.

�And now for my second trick I will pull this rabbit out of my hat.� He
paused, scratched the back of his head, and made an attempt to look thoughtful.
�But I�m not wearing a hat.�

He had hoped for laugher, or a least a few amused smiles, but none were
received. It hadn�t worked. Plan B, be funny, was a nix. Oh well. Time
to find a seat. He assessed the room; most of the desks were occupied.

There was one open in the back of the room, but the red headed kid near
that desk was glaring at him. Not a good seat. There was another in
the front row, but it was in the front row. No way in hell. The only
other open seat was off to the right, two rows back, and next to a pink haired
girl. If I had to tie my tie, how come she gets to have pink hair! Dress
code, smeshcode!

Naruto sauntered up to the pink haired female. �My lady.� He bowed, making
sure to exude as much masculinity and chivalry as he could. �May I take this
seat next to you so that I might bask in the rays of your beauty?�

It wasn�t as if he was interested in her, in fact in his whole life he had
never been attracted to any female, or rather, in truth, he never remembered
being attracted to anyone, male or female. Some time ago, he had come to
the conclusion he was completely asexual, and up until yesterday, he was
sure of his non-sexuality. But now he wasn�t so sure.

For some reason, some ungodly reason, he responded to him. His blood run
faster, his heartbeat boomed louder, and his stomach became resident to a
thousand little butterflies. Uchiha Sasuke somehow ignited his desires, a
flame he thought never to exist. He wanted Sasuke so much, too much, but
at the same time, the guy was a complete ass.

Ass. Round. Firm. Utterly touchable. Swaying as he walked. Covered perfectly
by a pair of fitted slacks. Naruto sighed as he thought. Why the hell
did the guy have to have such a horrid personality? How could he be such
an Adonis and be so cold? Worse, how could he be so attracted to someone
he was sure he hated?

Naruto shook his head from his musings as the second bell rang. The Pink
haired girl was staring at him with an annoyed expression. �Teh, bask away,
just leave me alone. I�m saving myself for the dark prince.�

Dark prince? He took the seat and stared out the window. Briefly
he wondered where the teacher was, but no one in the room seemed concerned
about the absence, so he didn�t bother worrying.

�He looks so perfect today.� said the pink haired girl to the bottle blonde
female next to her.

�I know. I made him a bento today.� Replied the bottle blonde.

�My, how Japanese of you Ino, but you know he is mine.�

�I am just showing my worldliness. I am sure he wants a girl who is intelligent
and knowledgeable about different cultures. But you wouldn�t know much about
that would you Sakura?�

There was venom in the two girls voices. Naruto listened in on them like
a fly on the wall. The two girls seemed to be obsessed with the same guy,
and this amused Naruto to no end. The girls argued. They called each other
sour names, all for the sake of some guy who probably thought little to nothing
of them.

�Pig!�

�Forehead�

They were in mid argument and Naruto couldn�t hide the small-bemused smile
from his face. The two girls were ridiculous. He imagined a staged comedy
act. All that was left was for one of them to stand up and dump the packaged
lunch over the other�s head. Or, better yet for one of them to walk up to
their crush, loudly declare their undying love and have him dump the bento
over her head.

�He doesn�t want you!�

�Bitch!�

�Whore�

�I can�t believe you just called me that.�

�I call them as I see them.�

One of the boys started to laugh. Naruto soon joined. The girls were too
much. Whoever the guy was, probably hated the two girls. They were fan girls
in the worst, most annoying, way. They were a pair of hopeless wannabes,
desperately grasping for the unobtainable, the most popular boy in school.

The two girls stopped their arguing only to glare. It was not a laughing
matter, and Kiba and the new kid�s laughter was infuriating. Sasuke-kun just
couldn�t decide. He was too kind to hurt their feelings by denying one of
them. They were sure of it. That had to be the reason. His cold demeanor
was just a facade for the boys; he was really a kind caring individual who
only thought only of them. Even if that wasn�t true, be was the most popular
boy in the school, well worth perusing. Sasuke-kun equals perfection incarnate.
There was no room for doubt in either girls mind regarding that tidbit.

Naruto drummed his fingers on his desk. Everyone else it seemed brought
entertainment for the long wait for the teacher�s arrival. Several had books.
Others were playing cards. A couple boys in the back were playing Chess.
Many were talking to their friends. Even Sasuke had brought some entertainment.
Naruto was the only one left out, the only one left to drum their fingers
in boredom. It was over 15 minutes into class and the teacher had yet to
show. What kind of teacher is late to his own class? Worse. What kind
of teacher is late so often that their students prepare for the tardiness.

He thrummed his fingers a few more times before a tall man walked though
the door carrying a stack of identical books a briefcase and a backpack.
He neatly piled the books upon the desk as the students took the queue and
put away their various forms of entertainment. Class would begin now, right
after the traditional �why I was late today� excuse.

Sakura looked at their teacher and stood. She pointed an accusatory finger
at the man. �You are LATE!�

�I am sorry, but I was walking along the beach when I noticed a forlorn
looking dolphin. Naturally my heart prevented me from abandoning the poor
beast�� he trailed off for a moment. �Alas the beautiful creature swam away
from me.� He looked wistfully though the window, his oversized turtleneck
sufficiently hiding the bottom portion of his face.

�You are such a liar Kakashi-sensei.� Sakura stated as she took her seat
once more.

Kakashi locked an eye with Naruto. He examined the new student. The real
reason he was late had little to do with his dolphin, though they had been
engaged in a session of tongue dueling earlier that day. He would have been
on time today if Tsunade-sama hadn�t called him to her office. She certainly
said a lot about her cute little blonde grand nephew, and the boy certainly
did look a lot like his father.

Narutos�s father, the memories of the man were still raw. He was his mentor
though many of his most turbulent years. He was there for him at his worst.
Helped him into rehab for his constant drug abuse. Gave him a job, a place
in life, a purpose for living. He even introduced him to his dolphin. And
then he died. He was killed, and Kakashi could do nothing.

Kakashi saw the explosion, the men holding the guns, storming into the building.
The sounds of screams, the smell of death. Many died, Naruto�s father being
only one. The assassins even took one of Kakashi�s eyes as a trophy. He should
be dead too.

When days later he awoke in the hospital, he was told the entire count.
Twenty-four people were killed. Those Twenty-four had provided the body parts
to heal the injured. He was given a new eye, the eye of one of his few friends.
A bullet pierced his lung, his friend had provided that too. His life was
changed after that. Drastically changed.

He became different. The world did not change much, but for the ten survivors
of the massacre their very existence had. Kakashi was no longer the rule-abiding
drone he was before the event. His years spent under the direction of Naruto�s
father could not go to waste. He made it his goal in life to no longer disappoint
the ones he cared for, to remember and honor those that were lost.

Tsunade knew all of this. She was one of the people there on that ominous
day. It was why she called him to her office. Told him of Naruto, asked him
to watch over the boy.

He didn�t know there was a son. If he had, things might have been, different.

The boy was supposed to be dead like his mother and father, but he lived.
Somehow he was born, lived and existed, the spitting image of his father.
Kakashi could see the future that awaited the boy. He would do everything
in his power to help Naruto achieve it. It was his duty, his obligation to
the lost unsung hero.

Kakashi hoisted up the backpack and made eye contact with his new student.
�I believe this is yours?�

Naruto looked at him quizzically, and pointed to his chest in a gesture
that could best be translated as �who? Me?.�

Kakashi nodded. �Yes you. New kid.� His tone and body language showed calm
indifference, as if it didn�t matter to him that there was a new student,
as if he was just one of many snot nosed brats that had passed though his
classroom. It was better that way, to pretend that he was not, something,
someone, special.

�I don�t think that is mine sir.�

Kakashi sighed visibly, annoyance fluttering along the edges of his conscience.
This kid seemed dense. �If I had to trek all the way to Tsunade-sama�s office
just to bring this to you, you better appreciate it, and take this ungodly
heavy thing off my hands.� A couple of the students chucked. �Next time,
make sure you don�t leave your property behind. The staff of this intuition
is not here to cater to your every whim.�

Naruto nodded. �Yes I guess I, uh, left that somewhere.� He scratched the
back of his head before getting up from his set and fetching the bag.

Taking his seat once more he opened the bag. Inside there were several textbooks,
a handful of blank spiral notebooks, and an over sized binder filled with
notebook paper and dividers. Basically the brownish-red backpack was filled
with all the usual school supplies needed for his classes.

Upon examination he discovered a small white envelope. Inside was a letter,
and in the tradition of Tsunade�s previous note, it basically told him that
everything in there was his. He smiled to himself. It was pretty cool, having
everything provided for him. And, despite what Kakashi said, so far, it seemed
that everyone really was catering to him.

Kakashi straitened the pile of books one more time and pulled out a stack
of Xeroxed papers. �Alright class, I want your attention.� He waited for
a moment to make sure that all eyes were on him. He always loved this part
of teaching. Undivided attention from a class full of students always seemed
to bolster his ego.

�Today we are going to begin a new text.� The students all groaned. �Oh
don�t give me that. You all are going to love this book. It is about ninjas!�

The class did not seem particularly thrilled about the new novel. The book
itself was orange, with its title set in an overly 90s trend style of font.
On the front was an illustration of a man chasing after a woman. The back
consisted of a summery and a red �no� symbol.

Kakashi proceeded to pass the book out to the class. Each student took their
book; most began to flip though the pages of the tome. Kakashi also passed
out the Xeroxed copies containing all of the assignment information revolving
around the assigned text. Students also began to flip though that.

It seemed this book was going to be the main text for the rest of the semester.
There where 15 assignments total, three essays, and one diorama. All of which
would revolve around this book. Even their vocabulary words came from it.

�Ok are there any questions regarding this assignment?� Asked Kakashi.

One of the students raised his hand.

�Yes Kiba?�

�Um, Kakashi-sensei. I think I got a bad copy. Parts of my book seem to
be covered in white-out and I can�t read them.�

�No no, your copy is fine. The school board felt that those sections of
the book were inappropriate for your age group, so they sadly had to be censored.�

�But sensei, that is over half the book.�

�I know, such a pity. I am very against censorship and all that.�

Naruto looked at his copy. Icha Icha Paradise eh? Looks dull. He
flipped though the book, reading a sentence here and there, finding nothing
of particular interest. About 20 pages in he came upon the first section
covered in the unusual quick drying opaque substance. He began to scratch
at the paint in an attempt to uncover the text below. The paint began to
lift in little chalky white flakes. A sentence started to form. He began
to read the text. The text exposed read. ��He took the engorged member
into his mouth and began to�� Naruto stopped reading. My god, we�re
reading porn. No wonder.

Across the room another student looked over at his friend and asked. �How
long do you think it took him to white-out this much of the book?�

�I would be more worried about the affect of the fumes.� The friend replied.

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Kakashi: Oh look I am in this chapter. Wait, that is wrong.

Alia: What is?

Kakashi: I would never deface a book like that, let alone the great illumination
that is Icha Icha Paradise. You need to rewrite that.

Alia: err�.

Iruka: (upon learning of Kakashi�s lesson plans) YOU ARE TEACHING WHAT!!!!

Kakashi: Alia, are you trying to ruin my life? (Runs away trying to escape
the manic clutches of Iruka)

Alia: at least you know that they are both in the story. (Watches as Iruka
tackles Kakashi and they start to make out.) ohh..*drools*

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Author Notes and drabble time!!!

Woot another chap and it didn�t take me a month! No smut yet tho, sorry.
I promise smut, in fact soon I hope (within three chaps) I have some stuff
that is going to get Sasuke a little jealous and he is going to have to stake
his clam. But I don�t want to give too much away. Anyway I hope you have
enjoyed this chap.

I have also decided on a second fic, one that will have lots of smut to
make up for the lack of smut in this one. It will be called Sasuke in
Toyland and I am thinking that each chap may be illustrated. It is loosely
based on Alice in Wonderland (not babes in toyland, tho there are
a few�) and the tag line for which will be Dildos, vibrators and butt
plugs oh my. Yes it will be a crack fic. So, readers/ writers. I invite
you to suggest ideas for Sasuke in Toyland. Why? Because sometimes smut is
more fun if you share it with�. Anyone who will let you. In fact, if you
want to help collaborate on this story, IM me (ALIAKENOBI on AIM) or �.whatever

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REVIEW RESPONSE TIME

Chrina: thank you. I will.

Xfairygirlx: thanks for loving my story and for giving me suggestions
on who should teach and who should be in what group. Gai is so teaching Gym
(but that is obvious ne.) *smiles*

Sisely: Ok so I totally love the idea of Ibiki teaching Psychology.
I had toyed with the idea but thought it would be too, well too. But now
I am going with it! You had some great suggests, TY.

Reno�s_Lover: Yeah I know. He is a possessive teme isn�t he?

Epi: I am sorry, I didn�t mean to offend you with my orange comment.
It is just such a bright color that it drives me nuts! Forgive. And thank
you for your suggestions on the teachers. I think a lot of us think on the
same lines.

Hakai: Sorry. Some people can do orange I am just not one of them.
I don�t even like to draw orange. Strangely tho I really like to put yellow
and red together�.I know, Naruto�s had a hard life. This writer feels it
necessary to abuse.

Tsuki The Moon: I firmly believe that Icha Icha counts as shinobi
studies! (looks at above chapter.) About Orochimaru, I am sorry, I need him
to be evil for this story, I also need him not to be a teacher, for reasons
that will be found out eventually, although I will tell you they have already
been hinted at. Thanks for your suggests, they were much useful.

Hello: Yay! I am glad my last update made you so happy, and that
it was worth the wait, I was worried I had lost everyone with that kind of
gap. I hope you have enjoyed Naru�s first class of the day, in the next chap
a few more of his classes will be attended. Thankyou for your review, me
so glad you like.

Kurai Kisu: well I think I have answered your question about Iruka.
Yes he will be in the story more. He is too great a character to restrict
to a single good memory. Sorry about making you almost forget my story,
I didn�t mean to take so long to update, just for some reason I ended up
with a small bout of writers block. Oh and thanks for liking my writing style,
it is a bit, er different, and I wasn�t sure how it was going to go over.

Black-Diamond: *Crawls out from under the glomp and hides under a
rock* I am sorry, Sasuke is just a little misguided and er�. Sorry. He will
get nicer, even if I have to beat him with a fish.

Zee_kay: *raises hand* I want to see some action. I do really, mmm
working on it.. IT will happen. Ty. Btw I *heart* Mr. Right.

Hisoka kurosaki: Exactly, It annoys the hell out of people. Ok, some
people can do orange and make it work, like Naruto (despite being fictional)
makes it work. I just cant. Loud colors scare me, really my wardrobe (up
until this year) was mostly black, some blue, and a little olive green. That
is it. I only just recently opened myself to color, I actually bought color
recently, im just not ready for orange� baby steps.

Crimson2006: Ty for reviewing, most don�t. so reviewing a couple
days after I put up the chapter is � well it makes me just as happy as the
first person who reviewed!

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Remember girls and boys, we writers are review whores,
if you don�t review we don�t put out! So REVIEW DAMNIT!
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