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Bounce me Back	By : TsukinoKitsune Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 866 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Bounce me Back
- 1
B O U N C E�� M E��
B A C K

Disclaimer: Naruto is property of Kishimoto-sama.
I�m making no profit in writing this.

Pairing: SasuNaruSasu and
possible others.

Warning: AU. Language, for now.
Basketball- yes, I warn you of my poor knowledge of it! ^^ I will try my best.

Summary: They meet, and instantly regret it. It�s the
beginning of a confusing year for the both of them; overflowing with
confrontations, feelings and trials. A life of basketball and
questions. Who will bounce the other back on track first?

Chapter 1. O n l y� l a z y� p e o p l e

�You�re
scared, aren�t you?� Her teasing voice cut through him like a knife. He sure
hadn�t expected that one.

During the
time he considered the possibility, while chewing on something not all that
delicious, she could only imagine what the boy�s answer would have been had he
not, in fact, been busy chewing on said non-delicious item. It seemed, quite
obvious, that he had some difficulties swallowing. The boy�s face had
completely turned red at the blunt assumption by his busty breakfast-
companion.

By the time
he had swallowed and emptied an entire glass of refreshing, at least that was
what she called it, milk down his sore throat, the woman was already showing
herself out the door, laughing scornfully. Before he�d had the time to realize
it though, the door also closed with a loud bang. He could do nothing but sigh.

She always
had a tendency to embark on a genuine and deep conversation only to finish it
off dramatically by getting the last word in and preferably with some mocking
words and condescending laughter. She could go from being really overbearingly
sugary and caring one minute to promise him painful death in the other. Of course spitting on his corpse, in a most wicked way, the next.
It never surprised him when watching her change and switch in mere seconds.
Let�s just say that he had grown accustomed to it.��

All of a
sudden, he snorted and glared at the closed door. Remembering her question made
him crazy. The suggestion itself was ludicrous! Of course he wasn�t scared.
There was no way that he would not be
ready for this. After all, this was something he had wanted for a long time and
made happen all by himself, even though many people did neither encourage him
nor believe in him. It was almost dishonourable of her to even ask, over
breakfast even! He�d never been so prepared, like he was right this moment, for
anything in his life. He had never looked forward to anything this much before
and he had, certainly, not ever doubted his decision�

Uzumaki Naruto, 17 years-old, bashed his head on the wooden-table.
Who was he kidding? At the moment he was scared out of his pants. Pants which
he still actually lacked, since Tsunade his busty
breakfast-companion, had dropped in before he�d had the time to dress. Luckily
he�d remembered, in his nervous state, yesterday to not go to sleep naked. That
probably would have scarred both him and his breakfast-guest.

Sure, he
wasn�t so bad-looking that she would want to clean her eyes with something
stingy. A bit too short, for his liking though.
However, Tsunade made it perfectly clear that she�d
rather see him short for the rest of his life than having to listen to him
bragging over finally growing past her. What she hadn�t yet come to realize,
though, was that he�d already done that. (Only with a
centimetre or two.) Naruto was merciful in
that sense, although he kept the knowledge for later purposes in case of an
immediate rescue, and so that he could rub it in her face when he needed it the
most. He considered it vital to always have some kind of backup-plan. He
feared, though, that she was only living in denial and was going to snap out of
it soon.��

With a
disgruntled roar he finished his daily routines in record time. He ignored the
last of his dishes, Tsunade said she would take care
of anything that was left behind and with a childish snicker he dirtied some
more. Who ever said Naruto wasn�t witty had
apparently never met this Naruto.

After just
a couple of minutes he was ready to leave. With newly washed, unruly blond
hair, body dressed in his new (still clean) black school uniform, shoes way too
uncomfortable to be considered walking-material and oddly shaped backpack
hanging from his shoulder, he turned around. With distressed sky-blue eyes he considered
his apartment that wasn�t actually his anymore, for the last time. It was too
sentimental to tolerate. Living in the same humble abode almost all his life
made him feel self-conscious to leave it behind. It was a small place, but it
fitted him like a glove.

After a
barely audible �good-bye� he left, dropping the keys on the floor for Tsunade to recover later, and shut the door slowly behind
him.

As soon as
he was out of the apartment-building, though, his mood lifted. Naruto wasn�t someone to be upset for long. He had no time
to waste on such trivial matters. With weather like this he�d hate to spoil it
with gloomy feelings. Contentedly walking, in the late summer heat, down the
street towards the train-station, he couldn�t help think of this as a new
beginning for him. A new start on his new life.

Only a
couple of months ago had he made it his top priority to start anew. With the
support from his guardian Tsunade, he�d made it
possible for himself to attend a great school on a new location. It was pricy
and made both his and Tsunade�s pockets feel too
empty. However, doing this was something he needed to do in order to be happy. Tsunade, even though she didn�t always show it, cared for
him almost too much and promised to make this happen for him. Naruto only accepted a little help, he hated that he had to
burden anyone else and Tsunade was considerate enough
to make it seem that she wasn�t. Still, he knew all too well.��

Effortlessly
he snagged himself a seat on the train when he�d paid his ticket. Tuning
everyone else out, of course with the help of portable music in the form of his
best friend Mr. Mp3, he prepared himself for a long train-ride. Leaned back in
his seat he observed the moving view as the train left the platform. He beamed
happily, knowing he�d have his luggage already brought to his room and a
roommate to boot, all waiting for him at the dorm. He hadn�t especially
requested a roommate, however, since he was enrolling
in the middle of a term they had no single-rooms left. Naruto
didn�t lose sleep over the arrangement though. Since when had being alone been
something positive anyway? He just immensely hoped that he wasn�t going to be
forced to share a room with some annoying bloke.
# # # # # #

Hours
later, in a completely new location, Naruto found
himself completely and utterly lost.
He hated this. Almost staring the map asunder and glaring intently at whoever
gave him odd looks- without offering him help, he walked the street downhill
with his back hitting and stabbing his back as he went. His feet hit the
asphalt hard with each step. He had an inkling of a feeling that this way might
prove itself later on to be wrong, but he didn�t bother to ponder over it.

Eventually,
when his feet started to ache in that kind of way where you almost think that
they are on fire and that if you don�t stop right know you�ll probably end up
chopping them off, he forced himself to admit his bad sense of direction. He�d
never expected the city to be this� well huge and impossible to navigate. However,
Naruto wasn�t Naruto for
nothing. He would solve the mystery in his own
way.

Boldly and
confidently he stormed up to a young girl, well she was shorter than him and
most people weren�t so he presumed she was younger, and pushed the map in her
face, pointing at the centre. With a strong voice he bellowed out his distress.

�Tell me
how to get to this location!� And added as an afterthought; �� please?�

The girl
glared at him from top to bottom, her green orbs made frosty chills travel down
his back. She backed away from him with this contemplating look, as if she
actually considered snubbing him off. Eventually the girl pointed to the
opposite direction Naruto had been walking for hours,
uphill. He heaved a sad sigh, pulling the map from the girl�s grasp and taking
it down with him, as he sank down on his throbbing heels. The girl, of course,
snorted and left the dejected young boy to his fate.

Naruto
rubbed his unruly hair and collected himself before he rose and turned around,
facing his new direction. In a second he noticed the young, green eyed, girl
again. She was walking uphill as well� and, he suddenly became aware of, not
until now, that she was wearing the same kind of uniform as him, except for
girls. He violently squatted down again with a distraught cry of helplessness.

�How
stupid��, he mumbled to himself and hung his head low.
�What if she�s my classmate� so, darn embarrassing�� He miserably gazed after
her form, not rising just yet and rubbing his scalp, sighing loudly. �Too bad I
messed up� she�s got a nice ass.�
# # # # #

As stated
earlier, Uzumaki Naruto
wasn�t one to let bad things conquer for too long. He pulled himself together
and climbed the street leading uphill. Once atop he realized, to his great
humiliation, that he actually stood right in front of the school-gate. He had
passed the building on numerous occasions and never noticed. Nonetheless, as
the greatest of optimists; he balled his fist and hit himself on the chest
while laughing loudly at the big sign saying �Welcome to KONOHA
GAKUEN�.

�I got some
good exercise, so at least I got something out of it!� Whilst walking past the
gates he fumbled with his backpack, stuffed with instant ramen and bulky
objects such as picture-frames and books that didn�t fit in the moving-boxes.
He retrieved a wrinkled note from the bottom and stopped in his steps to recite
what he�d read at least twenty times before. He liked to be certain. �Dormitory
C, room 111, and floor 4� that�s neat. Hope they have an elevator.�

With
regained enthusiasm and energy he set out to find the dormitory. Not bothering
to enter the school just yet, he walked round the handsome building and swiftly
came face to face with the sport-facilities. A great resort, for the most part
devoted to sport-activities. Grinning widely he surveyed the pretty sight,
bouncing on the spot and practically fidgeting with the hem of his
school-jacket. Not being able to involve yourself in in
any sports activities can make this to a person, make fingers itch and feet all
too ready to leap into action. At least that was what it did to Naruto. He needed to move, to feel alive. That Tsunade called him too small did spur him on as well- even
though he was perfectly aware that he had grown quite well.�

�Tennis-court,
swimming, tracks��, he spoke softly and dreamily, to
no one particular, as he neared the different facilities. �Oh great lord� I
must be going blind, �cause it can�t be basketball-courts, can it? Oh gosh� honestly!� He leaned dramatically against the high
fence surrounding the playground, and peeking in between gaps with fingers
clutching the wire. �I am so happy� Can�t wait to� huh�?�

Across the
courts, a few of hoops further away, there was someone playing- and quite
aggressively might I add. Always the curious one, Naruto
assessed the time he had left until he was to meet up with the dorm-supervisor,
and walked leisurely along the fence. He stopped in his tracks as he arrived
right behind the one playing. The blond could do nothing besides standing glued
to the spot, feet absolutely fixed to the asphalt and mouth agape as if
searching for the perfect words to describe the view that was presenting itself
before his very own, sky-blue, eyes. His grip on the fence hardened
unintentionally. He�d seen nothing of the like ever before. It was like all
other sounds and smells disappeared from around him. All focus was on that boy.
Naruto swallowed hard.

With the
grace of an elegant dancer the black haired youth moved about on the court. The
basketball, fast and dodgy, shifted between his delicate hands in sophisticated
and sporadically dribbles. Now and then he�d made a high jump, forcing the ball
through the hoop, taking the ball again on the rebound. Scoring.
Naruto bit his lip, eyes following the other� almost
wishing himself the courage to ask the possibility of joining,
however, doing that would ruin it all. Then he
would stop to answer.

His
knee-long, loose-fitting shorts flowed in the air as he ran. Drops of sweat
prickled his skin, and now and then he wiped his forearm against the hot
forehead. Short puffs of breath reached Naruto�s
ears, as if there was no other sound than that particular jingle and that of
the bouncing ball. Not to mention the echoing sound of the net as it was hit by
the ball on it�s way through the hoop and the dull
sound of shoes hitting ground. Naruto was equally as
engrossed in watching him play as the black haired was in playing his solitary
game of ball.

His eyes
travelled over the black haired boy, assessing his features involuntarily. He
was tall, taller than Naruto anyway, with legs firmly
trained from, probably, hard training but his fair complexion spoke otherwise. Perhaps he usually plays indoors, Naruto thought as he pressed his forehead innocently
against the fence, gauging him over once again.

His
jet-black hair was cut in the most artistic way Naruto
ever seen; perhaps even a work of art. Bangs framed his face and unruly hair
from the back made it look wild, almost unattended in its pure perfect. He
imagined suddenly how it would feel against his caressing fingers. Rough or
smooth? He didn�t know, and the thought of him actually wanting to try it made
his cheeks heat up.

His eyes
travelled further down, once again. The boy never stood still, playing his game
with rough jerks and high jumps. The black shirt, which Naruto�s
eyes transfixed themselves upon, clutched to the
other�s body due to excessive body-heat. It fit him snugly. Naruto
squirmed uncomfortable when watching how his taut and lean upper-body twisted
and turned as he shot, ran and dribbled on- apparently unaware of being ogled,
totally lost in his own game. He looked� awesome.

�Gaargh!� Naruto
suddenly screeched, voice effectively killing the tight atmosphere, with eyes
dilated and face burning hot. He was absolutely traumatized by what he actually
was considering. Pushing himself roughly from the
fence, preparing to dash away, only lead to him tripping gracelessly over his
own feet and falling down, face first. Of course, during his awkward plunge, he
brought with him a neat-looking bicycle that apparently been standing next to
him, leaning against the fence just as he had. A loud crash, a few scratched
and a bend wheel later, Naruto heaved himself up from
lying on top of the unsuspected victim.�

�Oi!� someone shouted very close by.

He
scratched his head and looked the bicycle over, not daring to turn around just
yet. He had the worst of luck. �I�m okay, I just tripped�, he laughed at
himself and slowly glanced over his shoulder.

Like
walking straight into a wall, he met the jet-black eyes of the, still panting
and sweating, black haired. It was the first time Naruto
noticed how absolutely piercing and intense his eyes were. The stranger�s eyes
made Naruto, more or less, choke. They were
absolutely� bottomless, never-ending. Mesmerizing.
�I�m a bit clumsy� heh.�

The other
narrowed his perfect brows, and with fierce eyes snapped angrily at him. �I
don�t care. Do you have any idea what you�ve done?�

�Huh?� Naruto gaped stupidly, after paying way too much attention
to his handsome face with its pointy nose and strong jaw-line, and swiftly
glanced back at the bike. �Oh�� Realization struck him, and it struck him
hard.�

�Yeah,
moron� it�s my bike�, he said with a baritone voice, which masculinity caused
terrible chills to travel down Naruto�s spine.
Sighing irritably he opened a squeaking fence-door and approached Naruto, still seated on his knees facing the bike, and
stopped in front of the blond.

When Naruto saw the gloomy eyes the other gave his, now totally
ruined, bicycle, Naruto shot up from his place and
took a nervous step forward. �I-I can fix it for you!� he tried saying
confidently.

�No�, he
answered coolly and bowed down to assess the damage.

Naruto
cursed his own, blatant, staring at the other�s firm back and taut arms as they
flexed and moved under his clothes. �Hey! Give me the benefit of the doubt
here, I know this guy who-�

�I said,
no.� Black eyes, under equally as black bangs, glared at up at him through long
lashes.

Naruto
gulped, wondering unsurely if the other had caught his gaze. He squatted down
to his eyelevel. �Come on, I feel responsible.�

�You
should, moron�, he just muttered and was probably unaware of Naruto�s behaviour, other than that he apparently disliked
him in general.

Naruto
gritted his teeth. He was becoming irritated, regardless of the other�s
positively stunning looks. That wasn�t something anybody could overlook, not
easily anyway. �Then let me fix it!� His voice broke in embarrassing places.

The other
didn�t seem to care though as he rose to his feet again, the blonde followed
suit. �No.�

�Why not?�

His eyes
pierced Naruto�s blue ones powerfully and said boy
had to fight himself not to twitch. �I trust neither you nor your supposed
acquaintance.�

�At least
let me pay for it�, Naruto said crossly and praised himself on sounding as manly as he actually did. His voice
either had a tendency to rise or drop when he raised his voice. It was a
curse.��

�I am
giving you the benefit of the doubt by
not demanding payment�, he growled and stared Naruto
down. �Wasn�t that what you wanted?�

Naruto�s
eyes widened. Even though he was relieved that he didn�t have to pay for the
damages, he still felt like a free-loader and thus not accepting it. �Sure, but it was my fault that� well, I fell on top of your bike�
and, uhm� broke it. So, I think I should help
pay for repairs. Don�t you?�

�I have
money to cover this by myself�, he said and grabbed hold of the crooked
handlebar. He didn�t give Naruto a chance. �Unlike
others��

�What�s
that supposed to mean?� Naruto yelled furiously and
crossed his arms over his chest, standing unwavering. The looks of this bloke
was not enough to make up for his manners, of that the blond was sure.

�That you
don�t.� He rolled his dark and captivating eyes at him. �Are you
retarded?��

Naruto
puffed, almost choking on his own saliva and not knowing how to respond with
equal ferocity and hostility. This bloke
is such an ass. �I�m not, you bastard!� He frowned angrily and faced him
right on. His relatively well-built shoulders were tense with agitation as he
met the other eyes. �If you�re so rich, why don�t you drive a car?

The other
one looked right through him with cold eyes, a hand leisurely positioned on his
slim hipbone and wrinkling the fabric between slender fingers. Naruto saw some skin, and bit his tongue. �Only lazy people
drive.�

Naruto
looked away. That sure was true and he knew from experience. Tsunade drove her car everywhere; it was due to her bad heart she said. However, she was
the healthiest 50 year-old he�d ever encountered. What it was though; she was
as lethargic as one can get without openly proclaiming it. He directed his,
temporarily lost, attention to the other teen once again. He found the other
still in his presence and still as eye-catching as out on the court. Although, his face conveyed nothing but extreme annoyance. Naruto sighed.

�If you
don�t drive a car, then I suppose this bike was something precious�, he looked
away, not bearing the dark look he was given any longer. It literally freaked
him out. He�d never met anyone this intense in character before. However, his
own character was equally as strong- at least that was what he himself liked to
believe- and he wouldn�t back down, ever. �I would feel bad if-�

�I don�t
care�, he snapped and began turning around. �I don�t have time dealing with
this. You are a waste of my time.�

That stung
and Naruto had to grit his teeth in order to not let
his anger drown the other youth. He, at least, tried to be a little polite.
Keyword; tried. Naruto
hung his head, took a couple of deep breaths while trying to collect himself. However, when he looked up once again, he found
himself all alone.

�Hey! Where
are you going?� he bellowed after the guy�s form as he trotted away in a
laid-back manner. �We weren�t finished! Bastard!�

All Naruto got as a reply was an annoyed �shut up, you idiot!�
and the blond puffed his cheeks childishly. He couldn�t believe the nerve of
that bloke. Sure, it was only natural for him to be cross� Naruto
did, after all, ruin his bike.
Nevertheless he�d offered to repay him. Gargh! So rude!��
# # # # #

This time
the bad mood refused to be shaken off as effortlessly as it usually did. He was
still tremendously mad when he picked up his bag, brushed himself off and looked
at his watch. Realizing that he was running late, and blaming it all on that
bloke, he sprinted off. On easy and quick steps he dashed over the tracks and
rounded the gymnasium. There, a bit up ahead, stood the dormitory. He was
panting when he reached the C-house and opened the double-doors.

A hallway
stretched itself ahead, all in dark wood with handsome carved details and a few
dimly lit lamps, which cast a mellow and seemingly calming glow. Cautiously he
pulled off his shoes and placed them on a sturdy shoe-rack, next to other
similar shoes. It was tidy, except for a pair that was spread over the floor as
if kicked of in a rage. He quirked a brow at the uncommon
mess. Everything else seemed to be so organized. Good I saw them� wouldn�t want to trip over them and make a fool of me
this early!

He didn�t
know what to do exactly, wait to be found or venture deeper inside? All was
quiet and still. Listening intently he took a step inside. Nothing could be
heard and it was almost as if he was all alone in the great building. Venturing
further he, eventually, recalled the very familiar sound of a TV somewhere
close by. Snickering to himself, automatically forgetting about the quarrel he
recently had, he tiptoed ahead. Turning right, just prior to the sharp left
turn, which the hallway took, he sneaked a peek inside the large common-room.

He suddenly
gawked, gasped and whooped with joy at the sight, completely disturbing the
other residents since two heads whipped around, over a big and luxurious sofa.

Naruto
strode inside, gazing at the interior. There were similar sofas placed on more
than a few places for everyone to use, whenever. Walls were loaded with
study-materials, a large TV that probably was accompanied by whatever movie
player people requested, and not to forget, a pool-table decorated the room
together with other similar and luxurious items.

�Where am
I?� Naruto asked as he stumbled over to the
pool-table, caressing it fondly as he reached it. �Am I in heaven?�

A loud
laugh echoed suddenly, startling him and he swung around swiftly. �Are ya the new kid?�

A
dishevelled young bloke strode up to him, almost forcing him upon the table in
his haste to greet the blond. Naruto glanced down as
a hand grabbed hold of his and shook it enthusiastically. The enthusiastic
hand-shaker had his black uniform open, showing his wrinkled white shirt
underneath, not tucked neatly down his pants- and not at all following the
school-regulations. He looked so relaxed, in his way of wearing his uniform,
that Naruto envied him. The boy had chocolate-brown
hair, which cascaded over his ears, and brown eyes complemented with this
amazingly feral grin spread over his face that even rivalled Naruto�s witty one.

�Uzumaki Naruto, was it?� The boy
released his hand and stepped back, making a cool nod with his lean neck and
giving Naruto his personal space back- probably not
aware that Naruto had considered it stolen for a
short second.

�Yeah, call
me Naruto though�, Naruto
admitted with a smile of his own, unable to keep it from appearing. Somehow, he
felt relieved. Naruto thrust his hands leisurely in
his pockets and leaned against the pool-table. He regarded the other with as
much interest as the other regarded him.�

�Inuzuka Kiba, at your service!�
he said loudly and cheerfully while he rubbed the bridge of his nose. Suddenly,
at an unexpected realization, Naruto�s eyes widened.

�What� sumthin� wrong?� Kiba titled his
head, much like a dog does when confused.

Naruto
laughed merrily, and considered his bold honesty twice- it had caused him
trouble in the past. �Nah, nothing. Just happy there�s
actually a guy around my age that�s shorter than me.�

Kiba
snorted through his nose. �Harsh, newbie! That�s low.�
Kiba pouted, but still smiled with his eyes. �Right,
let�s not dwell here forever�, he continued with a snicker and Naruto couldn�t help but be astonished at how easily this Kiba made new acquaintances, and how fast you took a liking
to him. It was like he was impossible to ignore, not that Naruto
had actually tried yet. He was still a bit shaken because of the close up he�d
had of Kiba at one time- while he�d struggled to not
fall, back first, onto the pool-table. He wasn�t used to that sort of closeness
with someone he�d just met. However, Kiba was
friendly and hospitable and Naruto saw nothing wrong
with that. Suddenly the brunette grabbed hold of the blond�s
wrist and pulled him towards the cuddly-looking sofa he�d sprung from, and
pushed Naruto in front of himself. An unfamiliar hand
shot out to greet him from behind the armrest.

Before the
other had a chance to greet Naruto, though, Kiba intervened. �This is Neji, Hyuuga Neji. He�s our
dorm-supervisor� but don�t be frightened by his looks, he just appear pissed.
On the inside though�, he nudged Naruto with his
elbow, �he�s just a softy.�

�Kiba��, the other boy warned and
rose, stretching his lean body and presenting himself before Naruto.

�He likes
taking long, dreamy, walks, watching the stars during chilly nights and read
books� preferably romance and-�

Naruto
tuned Kiba out as he shook the hand that was offered
to him again. Somehow he felt the need to make a good impression to this
person. Hyuuga Neji was
august with his tall built, (taller than Naruto by
lots) and he had long, really feminine, dark brown hair that was tied in a low
ponytail. His shoulders were sharp and Naruto noted
quickly that he looked slim, almost thin.

�Hi, nice
to meet you�, Naruto said confidently with a babbling
Kiba in his ear. �I was told to look for you.�

�Yes�, Neji said and gracefully retrieved a key from his pocket,
preparing to hand it over to Kiba. �I�ll let Kiba accompany you to your room if that�s alright. I have
some urgent things to attend to. Kiba?� In an instant the teen got quiet and nodded
enthusiastically. Neji merely rolled his
vanilla-looking eyes. �The room is on the fourth floor, room-number-�

�Number
111�, Naruto filled in and grinned. �I know.�

Finally Neji cracked a smile on his otherwise serious face. �Good
to hear you are prepared, someone should learn from you�, this he said to Kiba who frowned back, stole Naruto�s
attention by grabbing hold of his wrist again and pulled him out of the
common-room with him. Naruto shouted a surprised
�later!� over his shoulder to Neji, who simply waved
his hand dispassionately, and followed suit after the shorter Kiba.

While
walking through the hallway once again and turning left this time, his wrist
safely returned to him, Naruto tried to regain his
sense of awareness. Everything was happening fast, almost too fast for him to
keep up. Suddenly, in mere ten minutes, Naruto had
become acquainted with three very different individuals, whose traits and
appearance both took Naruto by storm. He looked
forward seeing at least two of them again and establishing some kind of friendship,
hopefully making at least one of his wishes come true.

Naruto
kept his eyes wandering from one place to another, between the back of Kiba�s skull and the shining number-plates of the rooms,
which they passed in an alarming speed. A wide staircase led up on the second
floor and Kiba, with much energy, climbed them
proudly. He was probably excited to be the one showing him to his
living-quarters. Naruto chuckled behind his hand.

While
continuing on walking, never stopping on a floor for more than a minute or so,
(Kiba said each time that the fourth floor was either
better or more fun to be on and that they shouldn�t bother staying for long on
others) a question suddenly embarked on Naruto�s
mind.

�Kiba�, he said and bit his lip, trying not to sound
suspicious and wavering. �Aren�t there any elevators?�

Kiba
stopped dead in his tracks and spun around, his calloused hand gently gripping
the railing and the other one securely tucked away in his pocket. He gave him a
puzzled look. �No, why do ya ask?�

Naruto
just shook his head and began climbing again, coming up side by side with Kiba and grinning. �No reason.�

Kiba
frowned slightly when the blond passed him. �Ne, I
forgot� there is one�, he said and pointed with his thumb downstairs. �It�s for
the cleaners though. I could ask if-�

Naruto
just chuckled and waved his hand nonchalantly. �That�s unnecessary. Come on! I
want to see my room.� He trudged on, never noticing Kiba�s
bewildered look.

It didn�t
take long before he was outrun by Kiba, who leaped up
the stairs. He probably wanted to be the one first one up, and Naruto was certainly not going to let him. He darted after
him. Once they, finally and exhausted, reached the fourth floor an exactly
parallel hallway was the first Naruto saw. Plenty of
rooms were lined next to and opposite each other, and as the hallway turned a
new set of rooms appeared. The fourth floor�s room were accompanied by a common
shower-room and a few scattered bathrooms, as well as a small lounge-area fit
for not more than ten people with its worn out couches.

�What�s the
difference, huh?� Naruto breathed with difficulty.

�The people! The people!� Kiba
roared with laughter. �None of the other floors have Inuzuka
Kiba!�

Naruto
couldn�t help grin as he stretched his drained body and took a deep breath to
calm his raging heart. �That�s true, they sure don�t.� Suddenly he felt a
friendly hand on his right shoulder.

�You okay, Naruto? You look beat.� Kiba
searched his blue eyes for answers, but Naruto just
smiled.

�Out of practise�,
he countered. �So, my room?�

Kiba
blinked. �Yeah, follow me!� Kiba thrust his hands in
his pockets and lead the way. Eventually they reached room 111 and Kiba positioned himself in front of it. ��Kay, first thing
first, Neji made me promise to tell you a few things.
No smoking in the room, no smoking in the dormitory, no smoking on the
school-ground and no smoking in front of Neji. Got
it?� Naruto nodded while chuckling behind his hand.
�And then, same thing goes for alcohol, drugs and making-outs. Neji is easily offended.� Kiba
roared with laughter again.

�I get the
picture.�

�But as
long as you don�t really bother anyone then you can pretty much get away with
everything.� He rolled his eyes. �Neji is like a hawk
though, and he likes to bust you in the act. So, watch out.� He picked up the
key from his pocket and handed it to Naruto. �It�s
all yours� to share of course. My roommate is boring as hell, so believe me
when I say that you can�t get it worse.� Kiba sighed
unhappily. �He can�t stay in a conversation for more than five minutes without
snubbing me off. He doesn�t say much� and he�d rather stare into a wall than
anything else. I�ll get sleepy by just watching him.�

Naruto
welcomed the key in his hand. �Do you have any idea who my roommate is?�

�Of course,
he�s probably inside though. He doesn�t really leave his room if not someone
forces him, which we don�t. �Cause he has this weird
aura.� Kiba snorted and turned around to pull the
handle. With a toothy grin he pushed the door open and walked in, Naruto of course followed close.

�What?� a
grumpy and seemingly sleepy voice slurred as soon as they stepped in. Naruto�s eyes darted to one of the beds lined to the left
of the door.

Kiba
coughed to clear his throat, apparently he�d choked on
his own saliva. �Shikamaru, you
lazy bum! I told you the newcomer were arriving today.�

A grouchy
looking boy, with dark brown hair pulled back in a high and thick ponytail, sat
up in his bed, looking down on his terribly blond roommate and meeting his blue
eyes. He almost got blinded by the sight. �Hey, shut your eyes� they sting.�
With that said, he laid down again, joints being cracked echoed in the room as
he stretched his body. Naruto couldn�t help gaping
stupidly.

Kiba
roared angrily and attacked the bed, shaking it hard so that even the lazy teen
couldn�t ignore it. �Hey! You inconsiderate sleepyhead.
At least greet him!�

A sigh was
heard before Kiba was ruthlessly kicked in the head
by a sock-clad foot and pummelled to the floor. Naruto
jumped successfully out of the way and stared at the lean boy as he slowly
climbed out of bed and offered Naruto his hand. Is he crazy? He looked tousled at Naruto, as he had certainly nuzzled into his beddings all
day long.

�Well?�

Naruto
hurriedly shook his hand. �I�m Uzumaki Naruto.�

�Nara Shikamaru.
I apologise-�

�It�s okay,
really!� The blank eyes that were directed at him made him nervous.

�-for Kiba.�

�Huh��, Naruto wrinkled his forehead.

Kiba
suddenly shot up from the floor and tackled the bored-looking teen, trapping
him in a fierce headlock. �You think you�re so funny, don�t ya?
Well you�re not, you�re never funny� you don�t even know fun! I know fun and I say that you�re no fun.�

Naruto�s
eyes widened momentarily before he chuckled. �Kiba,
you�re so crude. Let the poor man breathe�, he said when he saw Shikamaru yawn and scratch his ear.

Kiba
released Shikamaru reluctantly and shot Naruto a deadly glare, puffed and crossed his arms over his
chest. The blonde, though, didn�t figure the glare to be too serious and walked
further inside the room to assess its space. Two large, single, buck-beds lined
the left wall with some, generously big, space between the two. On the opposite
side of the room were a set of desks present, with school-material and a
reasonable competent chair. Below each bed was an empty space, which Shikamaru apparently decorated with stray pillows and
blankets. Probably functioning as a spare bed if he, by
chance, wouldn�t reach the other in time.

Naruto
couldn�t be happier and a strange comforting feeling made its way into his
heart when he watched the two, totally different, teens forgetting their former
quarrel as if it happened on a regular basis and was nothing more than their
way of greeting each other. They were currently discussing something Naruto had yet to become involved in, him being the �new
kid� and all.

With a
content sigh, Naruto walked towards his bed. He
reached up and touched the mattress and pressed down on it a couple of times,
just to see if it had an agreeable bounce (which it had), and realized that the
bed-sheets had already been taken cared of. Tsuande
always told him that he was lousy at that sort of things and would probably be
better off without them, since his attempts to even out the wrinkles would,
almost certainly, cause damage to others.

His whole
face reddened when remembering one particular incident, which occurred a few
years back when he�d temporarily been staying at a hospital. Accidentally, and
so he had claimed for years, he�d knocked one of the nurses over when insisting
on making his neighbour�s bed, who was leaving. The nurse later on became his
new roommate, after getting a serious concussion due to hitting her head
against the table and then the floor. She had not been an excessively happy
camper, especially not when she learned that Naruto
was only one bed away and that he
liked singing.

If he
remembered it correctly, said nurse actually filed a report to her employer. A report in which she, not very kindly and nurse-like, criticized
the hospital�s methods when putting the victim and the delinquent in the same
room. She expressed her opinions very clearly by stating that the crime shouldn�t have been overlooked, as
it apparently had been according to her, and should be considered once more.
When her suggestions were turned down a couple of times she got more and more
ferocious. Eventually she was fired, and Naruto got
his room back when she was rehabilitated.

�So, Naruto, where are you from?� a voice suddenly startled him
from his recollection. �I mean, you moved here so suddenly, right?�

�And,
starting in the middle of term�, Shikamaru filled in
from his seat under his bed, between some very fluffy cushions.

Naruto
leaned his back against one of the bed�s poles. He rubbed his neck. �I�m from a
town a few hours from here.�

�Great, you
have to show me there sometime!� Kiba hollered and
flung himself in one of the desk-chairs, spinning. Shikamaru
rolled his eyes and didn�t bother to inform Kiba that
his voice was too loud and boisterous.

�I won�t be
going back for a while, so don�t expect anything.�

�Bummer.�

��Are you going to miss your home?� Shikamaru questioned, suddenly paying a bit more attention.
He watched Naruto hesitate.

�Naw, not really�, he said. �I kind of like this place
already, so it won�t be a problem.�

�Brilliant!�
Kiba said and dodged the flying pillow, he flipped Shikamaru the finger. �Anyway, I�ve lived in the city all
my life. Mum sent me here so I would take school seriously. She thinks I�ll
work harder if I know that she spends a lot of cash on me.�

�It
worked?� Naruto asked and thrust his hands in his
pockets leisurely.

Kiba�s
face became stern temporarily. �I try my best.�

Naruto
nodded reassuringly in return and tossed Shikamaru a
glance. The brown-haired was currently busy getting himself comfy amongst his
sea of cushions.
�How about you, Shikamaru?� Naruto
asked, and the boy glanced back and sighed.

�They
labelled me smart and sent me here�, he simply answered and Kiba
snorted. �It was too much of a hassle to argue.�

For a few
minutes, and during a completely comfortable silence, Naruto
couldn�t possible imagine being in a better place. And, he couldn�t believe his
luck. He�d never gotten friends this fast before, nothing ever turned out to be
this easy. Not for him it didn�t. Even though they hadn�t announced their
newly-made contact to actually be friendship yet, his honest opinion was that
it was sure to turn out that way if he just let it grow and if they let him. He
was also sure that Tsunade would be happy to hear
from him, and his unbelievable progress. She�d been worried that he wouldn�t
fit in or get to know anyone. Well, actually she worried that he would scare everyone away with his,
sometimes, overbearing personality. That was what she said anyway.

Then Naruto remembered something. �By the way, where�s my
luggage?�

Both heads
turned towards him. Kiba shot up from the chair. �I
totally forgot! They�re in my room�, he rubbed his head sheepishly. �Neji didn�t give me the keys to the room before I met up
with you, but he did make me carry your things early this morning. I had
nowhere to put them since this bastard�, he turned to Shikamaru,
�was out doing something silly like sky-gazing, probably.�

�I was.�

�See?� Kiba countered and stuck out his tongue. �So I just put
them in my room. Should we go get them?�

Naruto
nodded and chuckled behind his hand, he did that a lot nowadays, humoured by
their easy-going personality. On their way out the door, at least Kiba and Naruto (Shikamaru apparently didn�t feel like rising any time
soon), Naruto had to give it to himself. He had
scored.

�Thank
you�, he said, admitting in words what he was thinking. �Thanks for helping me
out. It relieves me quite a bit knowing that you guys� I mean, we just met
and-�

Kiba
swivelled around, looking serious and catching Naruto
by surprise. �We�re friends right?�

�Y-yes�� Naruto stuttered taken aback, not sure what to say and from
inside the room he heard Shikamaru say something like
�it�s not like we are enemies�, a loud yawn following shortly after.

�Then
there�s nuthin� to worry about�, Kiba
said confidently and stroked the bridge of his nose teasingly. �Don�t get all
corny over it, yellow-head.�

�Hey! Who�s
corny?� Naruto bellowed and crossed his arms over his
chest childishly, trying not to laugh. �And don�t call me yellow-head, you
midget!�

�You have
something against midgets, Naruto?� he heard Shikamaru, almost, sniggering from within the room. Kiba barked with laughter and shot his friend a shout of approval.

�No!� Naruto yelled back from standing out in the hallway,
appalled. �Of course not! There�s nothing wrong with
midgets.�

Kiba
laughed again. �Yellow-head, you�re hilarious!�

�Bah, shut
up!�

Suddenly, a
door, leading into room 110, clicked as it was unlocked from the inside. All
commotion abruptly ceased. Naruto didn�t know why it
became deadly silent, but he had a hunch that Kiba
knew. Perhaps he knew the occupant of the room, as well. Shikamaru
hadn�t of course noticed anything other than the sudden silence, since he still
was resting inside. Heads whipped around towards the opposite door as it made
itself know that it was about be opened, by a small creaking sound. Before he
could see the person he sure could hear him.

�Shut up all of you�, the voice growled and Naruto gulped, staggering back a bit. He knew that voice.

His
premonitions came true as blue eyes once again met black ones in a lethal
reunion. The basketball-player stood arrogantly, with his arms defiantly folded
over his chest. Naruto noted quite quickly, as his
eyes ran him over, that he was still dressed in the attire he�d had on him
while playing his solitary game of ball out on the court. The clothes still
fitted him snugly on some parts of his body, clutching onto his skin, just as Naruto had noted earlier. And just the same, Naruto observed his pant�s and how they could hang on to
his hips as loosely as they actually did- and had done while playing- without
falling off. His clothes fit him as if they were sewed especially for him. They
fit his body perfectly. He�s a total bastard, despite how he looked. Naruto damned his luck. Please
don�t tell me we�re classmates!

They gave
each other dark looks, one of them being profoundly better at it. The
basketball-player sure had a talent in making people uncomfortable. Naruto was sure of that and snorted. �You
again!�

The other
one snorted back. �You were the one crying for me to come back, moron.�

�No I
wasn�t, you dickhead!�

Fire raged
between the two as the taller one loomed over the blond. �You are an eyesore.�
His voice was silky smooth, yet promised bodily-harm in one simple sentence.
�Are you some sort of stalker?�

Naruto
grabbed hold of the other�s collar, balling it in his fist and pulling his
handsome face closer. He tried to disregard his features as much as possible,
and it wasn�t so hard, with the anger pulsating through his entire body. �Who
would ever consider being one of your stalkers? Huh? Huh! You
asshole!�

The
dark-haired didn�t look fazed at all and was just about to counter when Kiba suddenly stepped into the picture, standing with his
hands on his hips teasingly. �So, you are familiar with each other. I see��

A pair of
heads whipped Kiba�s way and one of them,
unsurprisingly a blond, yelled fervently. �No!� The other one only glared
heatedly, as he always did.

�Well, let
me introduce you to each other then.� Kiba came
closer. �Uchiha Sasuke,
this is Uzumaki Naruto and Naruto� this is Sasuke, my
roommate.�

I�m interested in opinions, whether they are
positive or not.
The plot might not be visible yet, so I hope
you will take the time to read chapter two when it�s out.
I�m aware that High School-fics
are very common, but in my defence I�ll just say that I won�t be focusing on
their schooling.
Please let me know what you think!

Yours Truly

Tsuki no Kitsune�
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