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By : Sessakag
Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Naruto/Hinata
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Chapter One
What Happiness Means To Me

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March 12, 2000

"Naruto Uzumaki!"
Girlish giggles and boyish snickers followed the outraged shout of his name, both sounds yanking him from what had been a really satisfying nap. Annoyed, and more than a little cranky, the teen in question raised his head from the cradle of his folded arms. Wild blonde locks mussed and spiked in all directions, right cheek shiny with drool and marked with the imprint of his arm pillow, the fifteen-year old's irritated scowl drew another round of mirth from his peers that sat turned around in their seats to watch yet another hostile showdown. Ignoring the onlookers, Naruto swiped drool from his mouth, then straightened from his slouch with an unconcerned sluggishness he knew would piss off the man standing over his desk.
Pissing off annoying adults was one of his favorite pass times, but he was way too grumpy to feel even a drop of amusement.
Drowsy, angry blue eyes snapped a silent question at the sleep blockin' asshole.
Dark eyes hard, jaw tight, Iruka Umino bent at the waist then snapped, "If you cannot stay awake in my class then you don't need to attend it! Grab your bag and excuse yourself. Principal Shimura is already waiting for you in his office."
Fuckin Iruka, waking him up over something so fuckin stupid.
If he wasn't so goddamn tired he'd tell him how stupid he sounded, but at the moment, Naruto was more interested in finding a place to get some uninterrupted sleep.
Wiping the last bit of drool from his cheek, Naruto stood with a stretch and yawn that set off another round of laughter.
Grabbing his bag off the floor, he tossed his unopened textbook inside, slung it over his shoulder then weaved through desks towards the door, Iruka hot on his heels.
"Straight to Principal Shimura's office this time!" Iruka bitched as he neared the door, "I mean it Naruto, no detours!"
More mirth followed him as the door slammed shut behind him.
A frown touched his lips, his mild irritation abruptly flaring to burning anger over that last little bit of bitching from his pain in the ass teacher. Standing in the school corridor, fists bunching at his sides, Naruto contemplated storming back in and knocking the man's teeth down his throat...
...and finding his ass right back in juvie for another few mind numbing months.
His fists unfurled with an agitated click of his teeth.
Wasn't worth it.
He'd just gotten into this fucking school, he needed to stay a little while longer this time around.
Exhaling fury, Naruto forced his tense muscles to unlock, though his volatile temper remained just shy of a boil.
No detours.
Right.
Technically, cutting school all together wasn't a detour, and even if it was, who gave a shit?
Sparring not a glance behind him, the teenage degenerate headed in the opposite direction of his scheduled lecture with Principal Asshole.
His new school was old and looked it.
Stained walls that would never have that clean, tidy look unless they added a fresh coat of paint of whatever weird shade of gray that was, tiled floors that were cracked, chipped and always seemed to need the pass of a broom. Beat up blue lockers, shitty fluorescents—-that barely lit the shadowy corridors—-lining water stained ceiling panels and crappy old windows so blurry light struggled to leak through.
He trudged through long empty hallways, passing class after class before reaching the first set of stairs. Stuffing his hands in his pocket, Naruto jogged sedately down two flights, cut through the library and lunchroom then headed outside to the track field. He crossed through the wide loop, passed the bleachers until he reached part of the ornate wrought iron fences that caged in his rundown detention-like school. He gripped a bar in one hand and a nearby brick pillar in the other then heaved himself up, hooking his foot in several notches of the bricks, and climbed over the fence. He touched down outside school grounds and started walking, pulling what was left of this morning's wake n' bake from his pocket as he wandered into the dense woodland ahead. He lit up and inhaled, puffing clouds below tall shady trees as he took a familiar path back to civilization.
Calm washed over him, extinguishing most of his aggravation, more than enough for him to think a little clearer.
School was really starting to piss him off despite it only just starting a month ago, a new record. It usually took two months before his already rickety self control snapped like a toothpick, but lucky him, this new 'educational' correctional facility wannabe was really pushing for the top spot in his long list of specialized behavior institutes.
One man in particular seemed determined to push his goddamn buttons.
Danzo Shimura was Konoha Leadership Academy's warden, an irritating, ex-military meathead.
Principal Shimura was constantly on his ass, had been from the beginning. Ambushed him right at the door on his first day of school. The stuck up prick was hell bent on 'taking him under his wing', or so he said. If there was one thing Naruto trusted, it was his gut instincts and that primal guidance was telling him there something wrong about that man. Danzo had a weird fucking vibe, a heavy energy that rubbed him the wrong way, and that alone was enough for Naruto to kept his distance.
It took him three days to figure out how to handle the creep.
Shimura was responsible for overseeing thousands of degenerate teens just like him, and when he wasn't caroling other students, Naruto made sure he was nowhere near the man. Hanging out in the gym or smoking on the roof until second bell rang in the morning, hauling ass from class to class in the hall using the crush of his fellow students for cover, getting ghost at lunch and mowing over classmates when school ended. It was easy side stepping Danzo, at least, it had been in the beginning.
Before his homeroom teacher got so fuckin 'invested' in his 'well-being and future'.
Naruto had clearly hurt Iruka feelings during their last 'heart to heart's' because the man sent him to Danzo every chance he could, giving that one eyed cripple ample opportunity to bump gums in his ear. Iruka Umino was one of those busybody teachers that 'cared' about their students. The man loved sticking his nose where it didn't belong, asking questions that were none of his fucking business, digging around in his fucked up background searching for a shred of goodness in him. Determined to save the sad, scared little boy he was so convinced lay at the center of Naruto's hard outer shell.
Naruto snorted.
He hadn't dealt with an 'Iruka' in years, not since primary school.
By the time he transition into junior high, Naruto Uzumaki was a name every educator knew and dreaded.
His ugly temper and smart mouth well known. His impulsive behavior and violent outbursts well documented. He was a problem child so well known it got him kicked out of class prematurely, much to his amusement. Showing up to class only to be told he couldn't go in because some pussy assed teacher refused to deal with him for the school year was the funniest shit in the world. For all his unpredictability, Naruto really wasn't that hard to tolerate. The unlucky bastards that didn't have a choice but to keep him in their class figured out pretty quick, the best way to deal with the blonde demon was to leave him the fuck alone.
If his test answers looked identical to the student closest to him, grade em' both and move on to the next.
If he stumbled in smelling like weed and vodka, ignore it and get on with the lesson.
If he was late to class or didn't show up at all, nobody had to know. Mark him present and on time, and keep the truth between them.
And, if he fell asleep during class, snoring and drooling, let him fuckin sleep.
Clearly Iruka hadn't gotten the memo.
Naruto didn't want his fuckin pity, he didn't need a shoulder to cry on, he wanted to be left the fuck alone. Iruka's compassion was nauseating, his sympathetic whining and earnest eyes annoying. He half suspected Iruka had some sick savior complex because he took every rejection to heart like somebody's lonely girlfriend begging for attention every time Naruto told him to fuck off. Lately, the man had taken 'a tough love' approach, dolling out punishments, dismissing him from class, handing out detentions like they were going out of style.
Naruto didn't care about the detentions Iruka handed out, wasn't like he showed up anyway, but to interrupt the only few minutes of rest he'd had in two fuckin days...
Iruka was asking for a demonstration of why his previous sensei's let him be. Naruto was more than happy to oblige, wouldn't be his first time; another expulsion and a stint in juvenile detention didn't bother him, been there done that and didn't mind doing it again if he felt like it was worth the hassle.
He knew the routine.
When he got out of juvie, his case worker would find him a new educational institution for bad ass kids, sign him up for anger management and therapy on top of what his group home required, wag his skinny little finger a few times then bounce.
Rinse, wash and repeat.
Or maybe not.
The last judge he'd stood in front of had been beyond fed up with him, told him he would find himself celebrating his eighteenth birthday behind bars; tragic history be damned.
Whatever.
He was turning sixteen this year.
October 10th he was dropping the fuck out.
Sasuke wasn't gonna be happy about it but shit, they both knew it was coming. Naruto was no dummy. He could be a little absent minded if what he was learning was boring, a little too restless and in a rush to learn shit quick that it was hard to take things in. He hated book learning and would rather do something, mess up and figure out how to do it right on the fly. He learned in a way that was different that most but he wasn't a fuckin idiot. It was his nastily short temper that was the issue, his ability to quickly and easily slide into boredom, and overall disdain for structure, that made it hard to focus. Frustration and irritation were his default and it really didn't take much to set him off. A fuckin fraction that didn't wanna fraction right, remembering how to spell words some asshole decided didn't need to look the way it sounded, staring at a blank paper trying to pull sentences out of his butt for a two page essay that didn't need to be two fuckin pages long in the first place.
He couldn't stand being watched and monitored, people telling him what to do, when to do it and how to do it, why to do it.
Fuck school.
He would make his own way, build his own world and live life the way he wanted.
He knew how to survive; the way he grew up, he hadn't had a choice. He knew how to navigate the slums, he knew how to hit a lick, he knew where it was safe to sleep, he knew what neighborhoods he could wear whatever he wanted and which ones he needed to watch his back in, he had plenty of 'friends' in low places and a handful of bitches happy to spread their legs and throw him a couple bucks when he needed it.
He really wasn't hard up at all.
Speaking of bitches, Yukina was probably off by now.
She annoyed the fuck out him sometimes, her and her fuckin cats, but she gave good head and let him crash on her couch when he needed somewhere to clock out for a few hours.
Hopefully she had some fuckin groceries this time, he was starving.
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Nope.
Not a single fuckin crumb.
Naruto snatched his hoodie from the floor and tugged it back on with an annoyed click of his teeth; it was two o'clock in the morning and he was on his way to grab food for the second time today. Pulling his tangerine hood over his messy locks, Naruto stomped through the one bedroom apartment, kicking a cat from his path and slamming the door on his way out.
Fuckin woman was useless.
Yukina was a twenty-seven year old waitress, part-time stripper with a big ass pill problem. She didn't give a damn if her cabinets were empty, as long as her goddamn cats were fed and her drugged out mind stayed zoned out, she was happy as a fuckin tick at a blood bank.
Naruto would never be too fucked up for food, no matter how bad his addiction.
Food was life.
Tugging his switchblade from his jean pocket to his hoodie pouch, he stuffed both hands inside and began his search for sustenance. Skirting potholes and crunching dead grass beneath his dirty sneakers when his crooked sidewalk ended prematurely, he mulled over his meager choices.
Old man Teuchi had closed shop for the night hours ago, so no ramen for him, and the rest of this shit neighborhood was mostly liquor stores and churches.
Any restaurant not looking to get robbed were long since closed, the only burger joint that didn't give a fuck was Yushiro's. Not his first choice, or his fiftieth, but it was the closest place and he'd eaten far worse than their vomit inducing imitation beef patties and cardboard buns.
Decision made, he marched his way to the nasty eatery at a clipped pace, keeping his head low, but his blue eyes sharp.
He was going through another growth spurt.
His shoulders were filling out, his height shooting up seemingly overnight, and now that he was back at the group home, their regular meals were packing weight on his ungainly bones. Naruto knew better than to rely on his new form, however, he'd rather haul ass than try and fend off a group of assholes trying shake him down for the few wrinkled yen he stole from Yukina's purse. He could hold his own in a one on one with most average weight adults, but his true strength lay in his ability to sprint full throttle out of a fucked up situation before it popped off.
Learned that before he was even nine years old.
Under the bright lights of an old gas station, his strict vigil lit on a man coming out of the late night fuel station entrance, bag in hand.
Naruto stopped to watch, his narrowing gaze taking in the chiseled features of the guy, that arresting long red hair collected at his nape.
The man hadn't seen him, too focused on his boisterous conversation with the store clerk.
Sensation, like shards of glass raking down his skin, buzzed from the top of his head to the tip of his toes. He watched the man, tracking his movements with arctic baby blues as he walked away from the gas station and found the sidewalk in long strides. There was a low but slowly rising roaring in his brain, a tension coiled inside him that made the world around him feel surreal.
Naruto crossed the street and followed at a distance, eyes fused to the towering redhead, a silent predator stalking its prey.
They walked passed alleys and wandered by houses.
They meandered passed an unfortunate soul changing a flat beneath one of the few streetlights that worked, and as they passed, Naruto scooped up a tire iron resting beside the disabled car.
He palmed it as he moved, a million thoughts racing through his mind, one in particular blazing to the forefront.
Do it...
He didn't need to question what that meant. He knew what it was coaxing him to do.
He knew what he wanted to do.
He knew what he was going to do.
Anticipation propelled him forward, his wild cerulean eyes scanning for witnesses...for opportunity.
He spotted the latter a few minutes later.
Another alley up ahead.
His pulse quickened when his redhead turned and disappeared down its isolated stretch. It was a quiet nook, bracketed by rundown crack dens packed with down bad addicts that wouldn't dial the police even if their mother caught on fire if it brought the law to their drug paradise.
It was now or never.
His moment of truth.
He sped up, heart pounding louder than a drum, not with fear or nerves, but a rushing anticipation he'd never experienced.
An ugly beast stirred in his gut, clawing beneath his flesh as he neared his victim, his prey.
His grip tightened, unyielding iron bit into his callous palms, the sensation stirring him more than an inanimate object should, and in that moment, the first strings of infatuation bloomed. He loved this feeling, he loved this adrenaline fueled intoxicant, this vicious energy that compelled him forward. Nearly on the tail of the redhead, Naruto lifted the crowbar high, tightening his grip, his pulse thundering in his veins.
He whistled cheekily, grinning wide, feral, as his cheery little tune lured the man a full one-eighty.
Time slowed, their eyes met, recognition lit a beat on the man's face before Naruto brought the tire iron down with as much might as his adolescent arms could muster. A hard 'ding' herald metal kissing skull,
A pained groan rent the quiet night as reverberating vibrations shook a path from the iron to the blonde teen's hands, to his arms, to shoulders and back again.
The redhead dropped, hitting pavement face first.
Drawing back a dirty sneakered foot, Naruto kicked the writhing man to his back, drawing a sharp, pitiful scream in the process.
Bubbling laughter left the deranged teen's lips.
The wounded redhead peered up at him, a trembling hand raised for mercy as the blonde hunter lifted the crowbar high over his blonde head once more.
"No, no, no-"
A resounding crack filled his ears, warm fluid sprayed his face, frenzied by the sensation, he struck again.
And again.
And again.
And again and again and again until his arms tired, his chest heaved, and his blood sang an unfamiliar song he didn't know but loved right away.
He dropped the crowbar, grinning as it clattered noisily.
There was something hot, something burning erupting from his gut. Scalding and uniquely intense, it pumped through his wildly rushing pulse, blazed across his chaotic mind, culminating in an elation that made his hands shake like a desperate tweaker in need of a fix.
He had never felt so fucking alive in his life.
This was a high he had never reached, a euphoria he had never known, the blood, the crush of bone, the screams, the dead eyes staring up at the moon. Grinning like the madman he was, painted in the crimson life essence of a dead man, revealing in his new found power over life and death, Naruto turned his face to the pitch black sky, enthralled by the pale glow, so eerie and serene as it watched him, so beautiful as it's brilliant shine illuminated his dark deed.
He felt whole, he felt cleansed, he felt...happy?
Was this happiness?
Was this that sensation that made people giddy?
He didn't know and didn't fuckin care. This was his happy. This was his exuberance.
This night.
This kill.
He would remember it always.
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March 13, 2000
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"You're being really fuckin' creepy, dobe, more than usual."
Droopy cerulean found equally glaze onyx, said creepy smile widening as he drawled, "the fuck are you talking about, asshole?"
It was a regular old Saturday, twelve hours after Naruto's great epiphany. Yukina was at work, and after Sasuke spent thirty minutes of bitching and complaining about Naruto cutting school again yesterday, the two boys settled down to do what they usually did on a weekend; smoke and channel surf until something interesting ran across the TV.
"You never fuckin smile but you've been doing it all day, a real one. It's weird and fuckin creepy," Naruto's pain in the ass bestfriend clarified, passing him the blunt.
Naruto didn't deny the charge. He did fake smiles all the time.
Smiles were normal, smiles were disarming, smiles hide him in plain sight and kept outsiders from peering too deep into the depraved void that lived inside him, but Sasuke knew those lip curls were bullshit, that he only really smiled when he really shouldn't be. That he was doing so now when no one was hurt, when the devious Uzumaki hadn't just pulled off a smooth talking heist and walked away with some woman's valuables, was highly unusual and—-according to Sasuke—-creepy.
Maybe it was creepy.
Sasuke knew him best after all. Sasuke knew everything about him.
"You remember that night we snuck outta that shitty ass group home on fifth avenue?" he asked, taking the blunt from his friend, continuing on an exhale of smoke, "Shit, I think we were like twelve, we stole that homeless guys gin and ran off, got fucked up on the overpass."
Sasuke stilled, his baked-out brain igniting in an instant.
"I told you some shit and you told me some shit and we made a pack, a fuckin man to man promise, dattebayo," his lips jerked up, blood pumping, "I was serious at the time, sounded like you were too, so lemme ask ya again, you still want my help getting rid of that bastard?"
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