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Not Just Another Fake Boyfriend Story	By : SoapMaster Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1761 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Sasuke paced back and forth in the hallway, much as he had those months ago when Naruto had been raped. It was so weird what had happened; Sasuke couldn’t even wrap his mind around it. Somehow, Naruto had come back to them, but he had thought Sasuke was Kyuubi. At least that’s what Sasuke had gathered from the incident.
Ino and Inoichi were sitting next to each other outside the door, and Jiraya and Tsunade were sitting further away. Sasuke hadn’t told them anything except that Naruto had been freaking out, and it sounded like he knew he was a guy. Hopefully, when Naruto woke up, he would be 100% back to normal.
So why did Sasuke feel so anxious?
When the doctor finally told them he was awake, Tsunade was the first one up and through the door, despite being the furthest from it. Jiraya quickly followed, then Inoichi, and finally Ino. Sasuke briefly wondered if he belonged here, but in the end, decided that he had to know what was going on.
Naruto’s reaction upon his entrance was immediately visible. He was scared, and everyone in the room knew it. Tsunade gave Sasuke a wary look, obviously silently questioning why Naruto reacted so strangely. Almost instantaneously, Naruto shouted out.
“What is he doing here?!” he screamed. He shuffled back on the bed, pressing himself against the back. Sasuke saw his blood pressure monitors jump, and Naruto had the strange look of prey caught in a predator’s trap. “Someone make him leave!”
Jiraya was the first to react. “Sasuke,” he said sharply, and Sasuke got the message. No matter what was going on, if Sasuke was going to invoke this sort of reaction in him, he needed to be out of sight. He left the room quickly, but decided to just wait outside for someone else to exit and explain the situation to him.
He didn’t have to wait too long. After about ten minutes or so, Jiraya exited the room to join him. Sasuke didn’t really like the man much; from what he’d seen in class, Jiraya was a first class pervert with a personality about as deep as a kiddie pool. He knew that Jiraya was Naruto’s godfather, but wondered how they knew each other. He never asked; he figured it was similar to how Kakashi was Sasuke’s guardian growing up.
“He’s worse,” was Jiraya’s first statement after he sat down next to Sasuke. He didn’t have to wait for the health teacher to continue. “He seems to think that you,” he paused for a moment, as if for emphasis, “are Kyuubi.” It was kind of sad that Sasuke wasn’t quite surprised. Jiraya seemed to pick up on it quickly. “Nothing to say?” he asked.
“At my house, Naruto accused me of cheating on him,” Sasuke admitted. He spoke softly and slowly. “He was wondering why we never had sex. Of course, I couldn’t tell him the truth, so he walked out. When I went to stop him, he started yelling at me, cursing me over and over again. He had a bit of a breakdown, and started accusing me of raping him. He made it quite clear that he thought I was his father.”
“Kyuubi was not his father,” Jiraya said in a dark tone of voice. Sasuke could understand. Kyuubi did nothing but abuse Naruto from an early age, he had learned in recent months. The rape was the most severe incident, but there were many smaller ones. Inoichi was the only one who really acted like Naruto’s father.
“Of course,” Sasuke replied. He was about as uncomfortable talking about Kyuubi as Jiraya, he saw.
“My sister thinks you’re a bad egg, Sasuke,” Jiraya said, turning to face the raven. It wasn’t like Sasuke didn’t know how his principal thought of him. “The thinks you’re the whole reason that Naruto’s in this situation.” Sasuke lowered his eyes. It was his fault, in great part. The only person who is about as blame-worthy as he is would be Kyuubi himself. “I don’t agree,” the pervert said, shocking Sasuke. He looked up.
“When Naruto needed you, you dropped everything to help him,” Jiraya observed. “He was nothing more than a classmate with whom you’d associated for a few days. Most people your age would probably have jumped ship as soon as they saw all the drama in this dysfunctional family. But not you. You stuck by Naruto, and resolved to do anything you could to help him.”
“I was partially responsible for this,” Sasuke said modestly. “It was the absolute least I could do.”
“That’s not true, and we both know it,” Jiraya said. “You really did help him throughout this tragedy. What was he to you?” He looked at Sasuke for an answer, but the Uchiha just shrugged. “Nothing. Exactly. He was nothing to you, but you helped him tremendously. You might blame yourself, but you’ve done more to help him than you’ve done to help him.”
“I don’t know if I’d go that far,” Sasuke objected.
“He was nothing to you,” Jiraya continued, ignoring Sasuke’s response. “But what is he to you now?” This time, he didn’t answer the question for Sasuke. He waited patiently for Sasuke to answer.
But what was Naruto to Sasuke. He obviously was more than just a classmate now. They weren’t really boyfriends, and they weren’t exactly friends. But, Sasuke realized, Jiraya wasn’t just asking about what he and Naruto were; he was asking about what Sasuke felt for the blond? Was it platonic? Sasuke just had to think of that first kiss with Naruto on the roof of the school, before the rape, to know that it was more than platonic.
But was it just a crush? Sasuke never really had crushes, he felt attraction. But there was a difference in the way he felt towards Naruto than the way he felt about, say, Deidara. Deidara was a gorgeous body and a sometimes-bearable personality. But Naruto was so much more. When he pictured himself with Deidara, he usually pictured them naked, fucking like rabbits all over the place. He and Deidara were always casual fucks in his fantasies. But Naruto…just the thought of having a casual sexual relationship with him was all wrong!
So he had feelings for him, Sasuke had settled that much for himself. How far did those feelings go? Sasuke didn’t know. If Naruto walked out of that hospital room without any mental problems, not see Kyuubi when he looked at Sasuke or anything, would Sasuke take the initiative to pursue a romantic relationship? He was already under the belief that Naruto was gay, even before he thought he was a girl. Would Sasuke pursue him?
Yeah, Sasuke thought, as he began to picture himself with Naruto. Not fucking, necessarily, although that would definitely be a part of any relationship they pursued. But there was more. There was gentle kissing, swapping Christmas presents, having dinner on St. Valentine’s Day. Sasuke almost shuddered. He had never had any romantic thoughts about anyone before. What was happening to him?
“He’s…” Sasuke trailed off, looking for the word. “Precious,” he settled on. “Special,” he added after a moment’s consideration. Sasuke wondered what he was to Naruto. Was he the guy who blackmailed him? Was he the guy who allowed Naruto to go down on him repeatedly when he was not in his right mind? Somehow, Sasuke didn’t think it was possible that Naruto could have a very favorable opinion about him.
“I figured,” Jiraya said with a reassuring smile. “I have a feeling that no matter what happens today, you’ll keep doing whatever you can to help Naruto. I just hope when he’s all better, he realizes how much you sacrificed for him.” Sasuke decided not to respond with another “it’s the least I could do” line.
Tsunade was the first person out of the hospital room, followed quickly by Ino. Inoichi and Naruto’s doctor remained inside the room for another few minutes, while the four people outside were silent. Sasuke could feel Tsunade’s intense gaze on him, and he was somewhat grateful. He was glad someone was deciding to place the blame on Sasuke. He didn’t deserve to be treated like a martyr, as Jiraya described him. At least one person would hold him responsible for his actions.
When Inoichi finally left, he was followed quickly by the doctor, who shut the door behind him. Sasuke sat up straighter before asking the doctor “how is he?”
“Physically, he’s fine,” the doctor said. “He has a bruise on his shoulder from something, but it’s not too bad.” Sasuke remembered pushing Naruto off the bed mid-blow job, and was grateful he wouldn’t have to explain how Naruto got the bruise. “Mentally, however, is another story.”
“What’s wrong?” Sasuke asked. Ino avoided his gaze, and Tsunade’s eyes left him. Jiraya was the only person there who didn’t know the full story, apparently. “Jiraya said something about him thinking I’m Kyuubi.”
The doctor looked to Inoichi, as if for confirmation that it was okay to talk about it. Inoichi nodded, and the doctor began his explanation. “Naruto suffers from Dissociative Reality Disorder,” he began. “It’s kind of like an umbrella disorder that includes various conditions, including what we call Dissociative Gender Disorder.”
“Naruto had Dissociative Gender Disorder before,” Inoichi explained. “That was why he believed he was a girl, and it was a response to a traumatic situation – the rape, in his case.” He paused. “While it seems that that specific condition has been remedied – permanently, hopefully – the overall Dissociative Reality Disorder has changed. The doctor can explain it better than me.” Jiraya and Sasuke turned to the doctor expectantly.
“Well, Inoichi is right, in a sense,” he admitted. “Naruto no longer believes he’s a girl, and I don’t see any indication that that may come back. However, he is not in the clear. He now associates Sasuke with his rape, for some reason.”
“He had a breakdown at my house,” Sasuke admitted. “He started crying after I wouldn’t explain why we couldn’t sleep together; when he came to, he freaked out at me like I was Kyuubi.”
“Why didn’t you tell us?” Tsunade asked from the other side of the hall. Nobody answered her. Instead, the doctor explained further.
“You were probably just there at the wrong time,” the doctor admitted. “We can’t be completely sure what caused Naruto to rediscover his gender, but it seems that you being there at that moment made him associate you with his rape. He has a complete recollection of the rape and all subsequent events, including the fact that he thought he was a girl, but he doesn’t know you, Sasuke.”
“What do you mean?” Jiraya asked, giving voice to Sasuke’s own thoughts. “Naruto remembers thinking he’s a girl, but he doesn’t remember all the time he spent with Sasuke during that time?”
“Not exactly,” the doctor explained. “He remembers Sasuke, and even asked about him during our conversation. But when he saw you, Sasuke, in the flesh, his mind replaced you with the image of Kyuubi, a byproduct of your presence when he recalled the rape.”
When he finished his explanation, no one offered any more questions. They all sat in silence, one unasked question between them all: What happened now? The doctor excused himself to deal with another patient, after telling Inoichi he would return for more tests later.
Inoichi took a seat next to Ino, across from Sasuke and Jiraya. They faced each other, the hallway seeming to become alive with noise as the five were all quiet. Ino looked at Sasuke with what he could only describe as pity. Tsunade wasn’t as obviously spiteful towards Sasuke as she had been before, but she wasn’t comforting either. That suited Sasuke just fine. It was Inoichi who disturbed him; Inoichi was looking through Sasuke, as if he didn’t even exist.
“I assume that this means that Sasuke and Naruto can have no contact for the near future,” Jiraya said, breaking the tense silence. Sasuke hadn’t even thought of that, but now that he did, it hurt. How could he go from near-constant contact with him to not even seeing him? How would that even work? They had friends in common, now. They went to the same school! They had most of their classes together. Wouldn’t Naruto find it weird that his friends ate lunch with his rapist father? That he shared classes with him?
No, that wouldn’t happen. The hospital wouldn’t be allowed to release Naruto in such a state. If the brief visit in the hospital room and the incident in his driveway was anything to go by, Naruto would be mentally unable to participate in society if Sasuke was around. As long as Naruto was in the same school as Sasuke and shared friends with him, Naruto wouldn’t be allowed out.
“He’ll have to be institutionalized, won’t he?” he realized out loud, as if in response to Jiraya’s question. Ino looked to her father, who himself looked down, pondering the question. It was Tsunade who reacted most, slamming her hand down on the small coffee table in front of her before standing up and storming away silently. As she walked down the hallway, Jiraya stood up.
“I’ll handle her,” Jiraya said quietly, following after his sister.
“Even if you two could arrange to stay away from each other socially, there’s no way to separate you two academically,” Inoichi admitted. He sighed, and leaned back, placing his head on the wall behind him. “I honestly don’t know,” he said quietly. “I don’t know what to do.”
When the doctor returned later, he came with a psychologist by the name of Dr. Kishimoto. The two entered Naruto’s hospital room, and didn’t leave for another hour or so. The waiting was the worst part, for Sasuke. He didn’t belong here; he knew that. But he needed to know how this ended up. Inoichi didn’t ask him to leave, and Ino wasn’t uncomfortable with his presence either, so he stayed. If Jiraya had returned with Tsunade, he probably would have left just to avoid her, but it seemed that they went home.
Finally, Naruto’s doctor and the psychiatrist exited the room, closing the door gently behind them. Dr. Kishimoto had a clipboard with a few pages of notes on it, and he made his way to Inoichi. He and Ino both stood up to talk to the doctor, and Sasuke stood up to leave. “Where are you going?” Inoichi asked.
“Home,” Sasuke said. “I’m sure you don’t need me intruding on whatever discussion you’re going to have.” Why did he stay anyway? He could just text Ino later and ask her what was going on. He should have left long ago. He began to walk away, but Inoichi’s voice stopped him.
“Sasuke, I think you should be a part of this,” he called out. Sasuke stopped walking away, but didn’t turn around. “This affects you just as much as it does Naruto.” That was true, Sasuke had to admit. But he would still feel awkward. He turned around to look at Ino and Inoichi, and saw that they expected him to be there, to help them discuss Naruto’s treatment. They were going to include him in this, if Sasuke wanted to be included.
“Let’s go to my office,” Naruto’s regular doctor said, and everyone agreed. His office was in the same direction in which Sasuke was heading, so he waited for them to catch up and then walked alongside Ino, behind Inoichi and the two doctors. He was looking down at the floor as he walked, pondering what sort of treatment Naruto was going to get.
He wasn’t crazy, if his doctor was to be believed. He wouldn’t fit in an asylum with actual nutjobs. But at the same time, if the mere sight of Sasuke provoked such reactions, he probably wasn’t going to be released soon. He bit his bottom lip in concern. Ino seemed to have noticed, so she took his hand in hers as a comforting gesture. Sasuke appreciated it, even if it didn’t make him feel much better.
Naruto’s general doctor sat down behind his desk, the psychiatrist pulling up a chair next to him. Inoichi took the only other chair in the room, but Ino was able to produce two chairs from the waiting area outside for herself and Sasuke. They pulled their chairs up beside Inoichi.
“What do you suggest?” Inoichi asked the two professionals.
“I would normally suggest institution in a case of Dissociative Reality Disorder,” Dr. Kishimoto admitted. “But this is a unique case. While most cases involve reactions to common stimuli, this case responds to one specific stimuli. If we took his reactor – Sasuke, in this case – out of the equation, he would be a fully-functional member of society, unlike someone who, say, has a breakdown any time they see an animal, or any time they hear a specific word.
“Because of this, Naruto can’t really benefit much from an institutional setting,” he continued. “Not only is Naruto rational in all aspects unrelated to Sasuke, but as a reactor, Sasuke is relatively easily avoidable. In an institutional setting, Naruto would be out of place, and it would likely harm him more than help him to remove him from a supportive environment.
“Furthermore, the only known treatment is time,” he admitted. “Not unlike other mental disorders such as amnesia, therapy and a controlled environment won’t help him at all. He would basically just be babysat should he be institutionalized. On the other hand, unless there is a way to remove Sasuke from his life, it isn’t recommended that he should be released to the general public.” He looked at Sasuke. “You two attend the same school, correct?” Sasuke nodded, and the doctor turned to Inoichi. “Is there any way to enroll him in a private school for the time being? Social interaction would be eliminated if you try, but the academic interaction can only be stopped if one person drops out or changes schools.”
“I can’t afford private school tuition, especially not Hebi Academy’s tuition,” Inoichi admitted. Hebi Academy was the only private school in the area, and it was as expensive as it was exclusive. Unless someone was stinking rich, like Sasuke or the Hyugas, they wouldn’t be able to get in. “Besides, no school is going to want to accept someone who needed to transfer due to mental issues.”
“What about home schooling or dropping out?” Naruto’s regular doctor asked. Inoichi just shook his head.
“I have a job, I can’t stay home to homeschool Naruto,” he said. “And he can’t just drop out. He needs his education. Besides, it would raise too many questions.” Both doctors looked at each other, and Inoichi looked down at his lap. If Naruto and Sasuke couldn’t be separated by transferring schools, then it looked like there was only one other option.
“Then I’m afraid we have no choice but to institutionalize him,” Dr. Kishimoto said solemnly. Inoichi nodded in acceptance. Ino looked nearly on the verge of tears. ‘This isn’t right,’ Sasuke told himself. ‘There has to be something else that can be done.’
He spoke without thinking. “I can transfer to Hebi Academy,” he said. Later, he’d attribute the outburst to temporary insanity – maybe he needed the nuthouse more than Naruto – but for now, he just went with it. Everyone with him turned to look at him with varying mixtures of shock, relief, and gratitude. Everyone except Inoichi, that is.
“No,” he said with an air of finality. “Absolutely not. You’ve shouldered enough of the blame to this, and made up for any wrongdoing that you might have done. You won’t punish yourself further by uprooting your life and paying those insane fees to attend. I won’t let you. There isn’t even a guarantee you’d be able to get in.”
“Neji’s family’s company is a big donor to Hebi,” Sasuke said adamantly. “And Gaara’s grandmother is a teacher there. I could probably get Neji’s uncle to twist the Headmaster’s arms, and have Gaara’s grandmother put a good word in. As for the money, it’s not a problem. I have more money than I know what to do with.” Inoichi was still adamant. “It’s a lot easier for me to do this than for you to put Naruto is the loony bin!” he argued. “This way, nobody’s life gets ruined because Naruto’s asshole father decided to inflict endless emotional trauma on him.”
“Inoichi is right, Sasuke,” Dr. Kishimoto said. “This isn’t your problem to fix. You don’t have to do this.” But he did. He was still at least partially responsible for this disaster. And it wasn’t like transferring schools would be a bad thing, necessarily. Besides, no one told Uchiha Sasuke ‘no.’
“I’m going to transfer whether you like it or not,” he said stubbornly. He wouldn’t let Inoichi’s pride get in the way of Naruto’s recovery. “Give me until the end of spring break to get myself into Hebi, and then Naruto will have no problem attending school. You’ll just have to keep him home for the next week until vacation starts.” Inoichi looked like he was about to argue, so Sasuke continued.
“I’m transferring to Hebi,” he said, putting his foot down. “That isn’t your choice. So you now have the option to send Naruto to Konoha High School – the place he’s been going to for years with the friends he’s had for just as long – or an institution full of crazy people who might do God-knows-what to him.” Inoichi closed his mouth, and Sasuke knew he’d won. Inoichi would accept now; there was no way to rationally reject the offer/command. Before Inoichi could think up a reason to reject it, Sasuke stood up and pushed his chair back. “If you’ll excuse me, I have some favors to ask a few friends.”
No one could say that Uchiha Sasuke didn’t have a flair for dramatics, he thought to himself, as he walked out. Of course, the reality of what he’d just done hadn’t quite hit him yet, but he was sure it would later, when he had time to think. He’d no longer be attending Konoha High School. He’d no longer be in school with Gaara and Sakura, or with Neji, Tenten, and Hinata. He’d no longer attend school with Naruto.
Before he was too far away, he heard hurried footsteps following him, and turned around to see Ino, just as she leapt and gave him a bone-crushing hug. She pressed her face to his collar, and Sasuke could feel some tears. “Thank you so much,” she cried, almost shaking. “You have no idea what you’ve done for Naruto and our family.”
It was later, when he was speaking to Gaara, that he realized something incredible: he’d just given up Gaara, Sakura, and Neji – his three best friends in the world – for Naruto. And while he was nervous and anxious about what the future held, he was surprised to realize that he didn’t regret his decision at all.
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That was two weeks ago. Now, Sasuke stood in front of the grand building that belonged to HEbi Academy, much of which was probably paid for by the Hyugas. The building was four floors high, and had grand windows, floor to ceiling. They were tinted so that Sasuke couldn’t see in from where he was standing, but he knew from his meeting with the Headmaster of the school three days prior that they were normal windows when viewed from the inside.
The lobby – yes, the school had a lobby, complete with receptionist that directed visitors to the main office, the health center, or the executive offices – was busy, with students all talking with their individual cliques. They wore the same uniform that Sasuke wore – navy blue sweater vests over white blue button-down shirts, matching blue skirts for girls and blue pants for the guys – and all had the same clean, rich, powerful look that Sasuke rarely found at Konoha High.
As soon as he entered the hallway, many eyes turned to him, and he ignored them. Having a fan club helped him get used to ignoring stares. The lobby hushed down, and then small whispering began. It was annoying, mostly because Sasuke knew that he was the subject of the whispering. He wondered what rumors would be started about the new kid, and was briefly angry at himself for going through with this.
He recalled the moment when he told people he was transferring. Sasuke was surprised by how many people were upset he was leaving. Outside of his group of friends, Ino, Lee, Choji, and Sai seemed to be sad to see him leave. Even Kiba, after Ino told him the circumstances surrounding Sasuke’s transfer, seemed to have a begrudging respect instead of the usual hostility.
Sasuke wasn’t really good at making friends, and he wondered when the others started to consider him as a friend. Was it when Naruto first began thinking he was a girl, or was it later? Did it only happen when they realized how far he went to help Naruto? All of their close friends knew the truth about Sasuke’s transfer, and they all had enough respect for his decision to not spread the gossip around.
They decided to throw Sasuke a party, which he naturally refused to attend. Well, he refused to attend until Gaara threatened to pour some leftover lube from that brown bag Itachi had used to embarrass Sasuke months ago all over his new school uniform. And Sasuke couldn’t exactly show up the next day smelling of KY His & Her Pleasure, so he acquiesced to his demands.
And then he did it anyway, after the party. His exact words were “this is for leaving Konoha.” Gotta love Gaara, right? Sasuke was up half the night scrubbing the smell and stain out of the shirt, and it wasn’t noticeable at all underneath the sweater vest.
He approached the receptionist, ignoring all the stares and whispers. “Where is room B-102?” he asked him. He was about to answer when two girls who were nearby interrupted.
“We’ll show you where it is,” said the taller of the two. She was about as tall as Sasuke, which was somewhat unnerving. She had shoulder-length blond hair, much like Naruto’s, and had striking purple eyes. She would have been attractive had Sasuke enjoyed girls, as he knew they hoped he would. Her companion was shorter, with black hair and blue eyes. She was definitely prettier, even though the other one would be considered hotter. It reminded Sasuke of the way that Sakura and Hinata looked when they hung out together.
“I’m good, thanks,” he wanted to say. But of course, it would be more than rude, it would be weird. Why would he ignore their offer and ask the receptionist anyway? So he sighed and nodded, following them to the classroom. As they walked through the hallway, Sasuke observed how much more expensive everything was here compared to Konoha High. The floors were clean tile, and the doors were carved oak. The janitorial staff was also obviously top-notch.
As they walked, the two girls explained how the academy worked; it was different from a normal school. Instead of students traveling around the building to different teachers, students were kept in the same room, and the teachers moved around every period in the morning. Everyone had one lunch hour that could be spent on or off campus. At the end of the day, they would travel to special rooms, like science labs or the gymnasium, for classes that couldn’t be held in a lecture hall. Some of the other classes had the special classes in science labs or gymnasiums in the morning and spent the afternoon in regular classes, but Sasuke was fine having those classes earlier in the day.
There were twenty students each class, although the class Sasuke was in had twenty-two after the addition of himself and another transfer student from Konoha High. The two girls, Kazuki and Hachini, were in one of the other classes, and Sasuke was grateful. Less chance that they would bother him. He’d barely spoken a word to them since they introduced themselves, yet there hadn’t been one moment of silence during his impromptu tour.
The first floor held the two gymnasiums, the auditorium, the cafeterias, and the science labs. The second two floors held multiple lecture hall-style classrooms. The top floor of the building held “Student Services” – the infirmary, guidance office, main office, attendance office, and executive offices, where the Headmaster and board members met.
Sasuke was finally brought to room B-102, and after rejecting the girl’s offer of “hanging out sometime,” he entered the room. There were some students there talking, and again, the chatter died upon his entrance. He rolled his eyes and walked towards the back to get a seat. As he neared the back, however, a kid with grayish-blue hair and sharp teeth that somewhat reminded Sasuke of Itachi’s friend Kisame, stopped him.
“You’re Uchiha, right?” the kid asked. Sasuke rolled his eyes and made to move past him, but he put his foot out to block the way to the back. “I wouldn’t sit there, newbie,” he said. “That’s Jugo’s seat. You don’t want to mess with Jugo.”
“Jugo can go fuck himself for all I care,” Sasuke said. Who the hell did he think he was, subtly threatening him? He sat down where he sat down, and if this Jugo character didn’t like it, it wasn’t Sasuke’s problem.
“Fine,” the kid said with a shrug of his shoulders. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Sasuke was about to assert that he didn’t need to be warned when a high-pitched squeal sounded in the front of the room. When Sasuke saw who it was, he shuddered.
“SASUKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” yelled the redhead with similarly-colored eyes, purple eyeglasses, and a very sick obsession. He heard himself growl at the sight of the girl, and he instinctively looked around for a closet, a trash bin, ANYWHERE to hide. He couldn’t find anyplace though, before she made her way up to the back of the lecture hall, where he was sitting. Everyone’s attention was on this girl, who was obviously the other new transfer from Konoha High.
“What are you doing here, Kiera?” Sasuke asked, somewhat amazed that even before he’d introduced himself here, he had a fan girl stalker.
“You’re so funny Sasuke!” she said, pushing her big, thick glasses on her nose. “How many times do I have to tell you that my name’s Karin?” Like Sasuke really cared what her name was. Couldn’t she take a hint? If he hadn’t even bothered to know her name, she obviously wasn’t significant enough. “I prayed and prayed so much, Sasuke, you don’t even know. My parents didn’t want us to be together. They said that I was too ‘obsessed’ with you,” she said, using air quotes. “They made me transfer schools, but I told them – I totally told them – that they couldn’t separate true love. So I prayed and prayed, and when I got here, I found out that you were coming here too? Don’t you see, Sasu? It’s a sign!”
“Don’t,” Sasuke growled distinctly, “call me Sasu.” Karin didn’t seem to hear him.
“And now that you don’t have your boytoy here, we can finally be together,” she said with a smile. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell our kids about that gay phase you had.” Sasuke rolled his eyes, not even acknowledging her delusions, and continued towards the back, sitting down in Jugo’s seat. Ever the oblivious one, Karin decided to sit right next to him. “I can’t believe we’re in the same class, Sasu,” she gushed. “It’s like destiny or something!”
Sasuke was about to burst out in an angry explosion when he noticed the kid from before with the bluish hair had stood up and walked over to Sasuke and Karin. He gave Sasuke a toothy grin before looking to Karin.
“Excuse me, but all students have to sign their name in the attendance sheet on the desk,” he said, nodding his head towards the teacher’s desk at the front of the room. Sasuke was about to get up and thank the guy for giving him an excuse to leave her, when he continued. “Sasuke already signed in when he first came in,” he told Karin. Sasuke gave him a confused look, but the kid just ignored it.
“Fine,” she huffed, standing up and walking over towards the front of the desk. She was quick to run up there so she could reclaim her seat, presumptively. Sasuke reflected that picking the back corner where she could…well…corner him…was a pretty bad idea.
Before she could get back, though, the boy hopped into her seat, throwing her backpack down to the aisle below them. He leaned over to Sasuke and flashed him a smile. “My name’s Suigetsu, by the way,” he said, offering a hand for the Uchiha to shake. Hozuki Suigetsu.”
“Uchiha Sasuke,” Sasuke replied, shaking his hand with a smirk. He suddenly had a newfound appreciation for the guy. “But you already know that.”
“Another ego,” Suigetsu muttered. “This school has enough of those already.”
“Hey!” Karin yelled from the ground when she realized that Suigetsu had taken her seat. She ran back up the stairs to them, an angry expression on her face. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Helping out a friend,” Suigetsu said with his cocky smirk still in place. “He had a pest that needed exterminating.” Karin’s face was priceless, but Sasuke was stuck on a different part of that statement. ‘A friend,’ he wondered. ‘How did I make a friend already?’ He usually wasn’t too good at it.
“That’s so funny, you little asswipe,” Karin said sarcastically. “Joke’s over; get out of my seat!”
“Jeez, calm down,” he said, his smirk fading as he came to the realization that Karin was a different sort of nutjob than the usual ones.
“I will not calm down until you get away from my boyfriend!” she insisted.
“I’m no one’s boyfriend,” Sasuke cut in. “I don’t do relationships, especially not with crazy bitches.”
“That’s funny,” she said, obviously enraged by Sasuke’s comment. “I seem to remember one crazy bitch who got in your pants. What was her name again? Naruto?” Sasuke wasn’t sure whether it was the subtle dig at Naruto’s mental state or at the fact that Naruto spent the last few months dressing like a girl, but something in her sentence made him see red. How dare she speak about Naruto like that!
“Leave him out of this,” Sasuke growled dangerously. Suigetsu had taken the cue to shut the fuck up. There was shit going on that he obviously didn’t understand, and he wouldn’t be able to just jump in the middle of this.
“He tried to take you from me, but fate stepped in,” she said. “Don’t you see, Sasuke? We’re meant to be together! Now tell this asshole to stop hogging you,” she said, stomping her foot while looking towards Suigetsu impatiently.
“I’ll stop hogging Sasuke when you stop hogging all the ugly!” Suigetsu retorted. It wasn’t exactly a witty comeback, but the reaction Karin gave was too awesome to ignore. So Sasuke joined it.
“And the bitchy,” he added.
“You might not know how you feel about me yet, Sasuke, but I know how you feel deep down inside,” Karin said, flipping her hair. “When you’re ready to approach a relationship with me in a mature, adult manner, I will be waiting for you.” With a dramatic turn on her heels, she walked away from them.
“Thanks for that,” Sasuke told Suigetsu after she was gone. He was genuinely grateful to have someone to watch his back against the fangirls. At least there was only one here. For now.
“It’s no problem,” Suigetsu said, his smirk returning. “A pretty boy like you needs a bodyguard.” Sasuke saw a twinkle in his eye that he wasn’t quite sure what to make of. Was he…teasing Sasuke? Spending most of his time with Gaara or Neji, Sasuke wasn’t too used to teasing.
“Are you offering?” he decided to ask back, a teasing tone in his own voice.
“Well, I did say we were friends,” Suigetsu pointed out. He turned to the front of the classroom, where a tall, muscular guy had just walked in. “Uh oh,” he said, eyeing the front of the room.
“What?” Sasuke asked, following Suigetsu’s gaze. “Who’s that?”
“Jugo,” Suigetsu said, his voice barely above a whisper, as Jugo entered the room. He was large, and quite obviously intimidating. He lumbered up the stair, trepidation rising with every step within Sasuke. He walked up to Sasuke’s desk, and Sasuke belatedly remembered Suigetsu’s first warning to him.
“You’re sitting in my seat,” Jugo said, in a calm manner that seemed incongruent with what Suigetsu had made him sound like before. “Can you please move?”
“This is my seat now,” Sasuke said assertively. If Jugo was as big a pushover as he sounded, there was no need for Suigetsu to disturb himself. “You can sit somewhere else.” Suigetsu looked at me as if I was having tea with the Queen and I just picked my nose.
“What did you say?” Jugo asked slowly, his voice more menacing, and his eye twitching. Sasuke could feel his personality change instantaneously.
Sasuke almost stuttered, but he controlled himself. “I said,” he began, trying to speak slowly and lowly to intimidate Jugo. “Sit. Somewhere. Else.” He and Jugo looked at each other tensely for a moment, and Sasuke could almost picture Suigetsu wetting himself in fear at that moment. But he didn’t break eye contact with Jugo, nor Jugo with him. In the end, Jugo leaned back, and chuckled heartily.
“Heh,” he said. “Someone willing to stand up for himself in a nest of crybabies, cowards, and money-throwers.” He looked at Sasuke like he was an anomaly. “I think I like you.” He moved over to sit next to Suigetsu, who was probably having a mini-heart attack right now, as the teacher walked in.
English was just as dull as it was in Konoha, only with one difference: no Naruto.
But there was a bright side. Suigetsu seemed to be a pretty funny guy. He made sly comments about the teacher quite often, answered some questions Sasuke had about the school, and gave Sasuke some advice. “You don’t want to fall asleep in Mr. Titekubo’s class; he’ll hit you with the yardstick, even if you sit in the back. Mr. Echiiroda is going to make your life miserable, but don’t do it personally. He does it every time we get a new kid. He’ll probably be worse on Karin. And don’t chew gum in Mrs. Chiyo’s class, under any circumstances.” Sasuke didn’t mention that he knew Granny Chiyo personally.
Jugo was an okay guy too. Suigetsu was scared shitless of him, which made him all that much funnier. Whenever Suigetsu would make a one-liner, Jugo would pipe in with his two sense, either taking Suigetsu’s sarcasm literally, or giving a fear-inducing answer. Either way, Suigetsu was unnerved, which was almost as funny as Suigetsu’s one-liners were.
After a litany of teachers showing up, teaching, and leaving, it was finally time for lunch. By then, Sasuke’s ass had pretty much fallen asleep. “You get used to it,” Suigetsu told him.
Sasuke wasn’t surprised that the lunch was much more appetizing than in Konoha High. He got his food and sat with Suigetsu and Jugo, the former being nervous to sit with the latter.
“So Jugo, what do you like to do?” Sasuke asked as he dug into his chicken parmesan. It wasn’t the shitty stuff either, it was as if the cafeteria was a four-star restaurant.
“I mostly write,” Jugo said in a voice much softer than the one he had used to threaten Sasuke hours before. “I aspire to become a fiction writer, but realistically, I’m hoping to be a journalist.”
“A writer?” Suigetsu said with almost a scoff. “You sure you don’t want to be a bar bouncer? An MMA fighter?”
“Suigetsu,” Sasuke scolded, giving him a look. He raised his hands in mock surrender.
“I’m just saying –” Suigetsu began, but was interrupted when Sasuke heard a loud, high-pitched voice. Again.
“Sasuke!”
“Hide me,” Sasuke begged the two other men at the table. But it was futile. Karin shoved Suigetsu off of the seat next to Sasuke, and sat down in the chair.
“I missed you,” she said, reaching out to stroke his face. Sasuke expertly dodged the attempt, which didn’t seem to please Karin much.
“I didn’t miss you,” Sasuke said, wondering what deity he pissed off to have this plague inflicted upon him.
“Of course you don’t,”” Karin said matter-of-factly. “We both know that I’m always in your heart wherever you go. You don’t need to miss me.” Sasuke briefly wondered if he’d need to get another fake boyfriend to get her to leave him alone.
“I was sitting there, bitch,” Suigetsu said, rubbing his head where it hit the floor. He went to pull the chair, but Karin held onto the table.
“This is payback for stealing my seat earlier, shark boy,” Karin said.
“Rihanna called,” Suigetsu replied. “She wants her hideous, unnatural hair back.”
“Rihanna called, she wants her hideous, unnatural hair back,” Karin mocked in a childish voice. “Puh-leese. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were jealous of me and Sasuke.”
“There is no ‘you and Sasuke,’” the Uchiha objected, but she didn’t seem to pay much attention.
“I’m talking honey, don’t interrupt,” she said dismissively, putting a hand up between them and refocusing on the light haired boy.
“I don’t do girlfriends,” Sasuke said. “Let me make this perfectly clear: unless you have a penis, you will never be attractive to me. We will never date. You will never be my girlfriend, and I will never be your boyfriend. If you don’t have a Y-chromosome, leave me alone.” At the very least, it seemed to catch her attention.
“Sasuke,” she cooed. “I know that that idiot Naruto corrupted you, but it’s okay. You don’t have to be gay anymore.”
“If anyone corrupted someone, then I corrupted him, not the other way around,” Sasuke asserted. “I was the one who asked him out,” Sasuke said, telling a somewhat truth.
“Sasuke, you don’t have to stand up for –” She was interrupted by Suigetsu, who, while she was talking, walked behind her and yanked her off by her hair before reclaiming his seat with a smug smirk on his face. Sasuke had a feeling it was a pretty usual fixture, from what he’d seen so far.
“You little shit!” she yelled at Suigetsu. “I was sitting there and talking to my boyfriend!” Her loudness had caught the attention of the entire room. Great, just what he needed – to make a scene on his first day.
“I’m not your boyfriend!” Sasuke growled out, trying to keep his voice low.
“Leave him alone, you fag!” she yelled at Suigetsu.
“Only if you do first, bitch!” he yelled back.
“You’re just a no good son of a bitch.”
“And you’re just some ditz who looks like she just walked out of a Retard’s Anonymous meeting!”
“Says the kid with fucking shark fangs. You can’t even take care of your teeth!”
“Sharks don’t have fangs, and I filed these down,” he said, giving them a look of his teeth. “Besides, I don’t need hygiene tips from someone who smells like month-old cow dung!”
“At least I have a boyfriend!”
“At least I have sanity!”
The level of the yelling continued to grow, gaining more and more attention from the other tables. Sasuke was so mortified that he’d just stuck his head down onto the table, not like either of the two fighters paid any mind. Finally, a loud noise was heard that made Sasuke look up in shock, made Karin and Suigetsu stop talking, and made the entire cafeteria fall silent. Karin looked at Jugo in horror.
“Did you just fart?!” she exclaimed in disgust. Jugo’s face slowly grew redder, and some whispering began. Then, Sasuke could hear some laughter, and finally, the cafeteria’s noise level returned to pre-Suigetsu-and-Karin conditions.
“Phew, Jugo!” Suigetsu said, waving the air in front of his face. “I can smell that burrito from all the way over here!” He had a grin on his face that made it obvious that he was just teasing.
“That’s disgusting!” she yelled, storming away.
“I never thought I’d be so thankful for flatulence,” Sasuke said with a sigh. “What happened to ‘When you’re ready to approach a relationship with me in a mature, adult manner, I will be waiting for you’?” Sasuke wondered.
“She got tired of waiting,” Jugo suggested with a shrug. It was as good an answer as any. Sasuke’s brow furrowed as he sniffed the air a few times.
“I don’t smell anything,” he said, confused.
“No, but she was holding her nose,” Suigetsu said with a shrug. “It got her away, didn’t it?” Sasuke couldn’t argue with that logic.
After lunch was finished, they had gym, which was pretty uneventful, and a physics class. Business came afterwards, and Sasuke was somewhat intrigued. Most people who attended the school had a family business, and many people were being groomed for leadership in businesses. The last class of the day was philosophy, which was held in what Sasuke would consider a normal high school classroom. It was a shorter class than the rest, and Sasuke was grateful. He was too tired to have an in-depth lecture about Kantian philosophies.
Instead of returning to Itachi at home, Sasuke indulged when Suigetsu offered to go back to his house. It wasn’t too far from the school, and, Sasuke realized, it was pretty close to the Hyuga Mansion. When they got to his house, Sasuke appreciated its size. It had nothing on the Hyuga Mansion or Sasuke’s own house, but it was still pretty huge in its own right.
Sasuke walked in after Suigetsu and was amazed at how clean it looked. And by clean, he meant spotless. Almost everything was white, light grey, light blue, or an off-white cream, and it was all shiny. The floor tiles were spotless, as if a maid had just polished them, and the carpeting on the stairs was immaculately clean. Sasuke wondered how he did it. There was much stainless steel and glass as well, completing the picture. In short, it looked like the inside of a palace.
“Welcome to my not-so-humble abode,” Suigetsu said with a sweeping gesture. “Take your shoes off and tell me what you think.”
“Not bad,” Sasuke admitted with a shrug. He looked incredibly displeased with Sasuke’s lack of enthusiasm, but Sasuke didn’t really care much. He wondered how Suigetsu would react upon seeing his house.
“Suigetsu,” came a voice that was unusually familiar to Sasuke. In fact, Sasuke would have sworn – no, there was no way he could be here.”
“Shit,” Suigetsu muttered as he turned towards the foyer’s stairwell. Sasuke’s eyes followed, and what he saw almost made him commit triple murder.
“Why hello, Sasuke,” came Itachi’s sickeningly sweet voice as he walked down the staircase with his friend Kisame. “I didn’t expect you to be here.” Why were Kisame and Itachi in the house? Suddenly, Sasuke recalled Suigetsu’s unnatural teeth, and recalled Kisame’s matching set. He almost facepalmed. Kisame was Suigetsu’s brother!?
“Come on,” Sasuke muttered to Suigetsu, pulling the light haired boy up the other staircase. The two staircases were identical and led to the same general area, and were probably put in for the aesthetic pleasure of twin staircases. Sasuke didn’t care why, though. He was grateful they were there. As long as Sasuke got away from them, he was happy.
“Be sure to use lube!” Itachi called after them with a self-satisfied smirk.
“And be gentle with my brother, will you?” Kisame asked. “It’s his first time.” Sasuke noticed Suigetsu glare at his brother with a blush on his face. This was like a trainwreck – you can’t look away.
“I can’t say I’m not a little disappointed,” Itachi called out. “I thought you and Naruto were in it for the long haul.” As if Sasuke needed more reminders of the blond he couldn’t get out of his head. He glared at Itachi, but it didn’t seem to have the desired effect.
The sound of Suigetsu closing the bedroom door was the sweetest sound Sasuke had ever heard.

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