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Naruto glared at the board, ignoring the teacher completely. He plopped his chin onto his palm, trying to keep his head up, sure he'd fall asleep any moment. Aww, how he hated school.
He allowed his eyes to roam. One boy was passing notes with a white haired girl, a black haired girl who looked like she should be blind blushed and looked away when he looked at her, two boys were passing back and forth a magazine of some sort, and a cherry blossom haired girl was drawing something and glances behind her at… no other than Mr. Tall and Dark.
He let his eyes linger on the only other boy in the back row. He wondered what the boys name was; he had never gotten it as a child. The raven haired boy, as though sensing his stare, looked over. He glanced away quickly, cursing under his breath, but not before he saw the look in the other boy's eyes.
Nothing…
After everything they had gone through as children that boy had forgotten him. That boy was the only one he thought cared for him. Nope, that boy didn't even recognize him. He had thought that the boy did yesterday during their confrontation, but he had only been wishing on stars. No one cared for him; he really didn't expect that boy to either, but not even remembering him. The one person he thought was different. The one person he had dared to trust. The one person whom had stolen his heart. That one person had hurt him worse than anyone else. And all it took was a blank stare.
"Damn him…" he muttered quickly, balling his hands into fist.
The bell rang, bringing his head up. As the other kids in the class began to mingle he pulled his hood around him tighter, using it as a shield from the rest of the cruel world, he had enough hurt within to last him a lifetime.
He sighed, wishing he could ditch the rest of class. He was sorely tempted to, but no, he had to be at school a certain amount of hours and he had already ditched yesterday. He didn't want to go back to jail for something as stupid as skipping school too many times. So instead he folded his arms and brought his chin to his chest, hoping to catch some z's.
"Hey kid," a voice above him said. He looked up lazily, having gone through this cycle many times before. There were three kids, one of them scrawny and the other too looking like football players, all muscle no brains.
"What?" he asked, knowing what was coming next. They were going to rough him up, or at least try, then hang him out to dry. It was the same old thing at every school he transferred to. At least at school he could defend himself.
"I heard you were a bastard's child," the scrawny boy said.
He fixed that one with his darkest glare. "What of it?"
"Well, we don't take very kindly to bastards," the scrawny boy motioned to the two others who cracked their knuckles and began to advance.
"I wouldn't try that if I were you," he said, beating them to the punch line. "Wait, I'm better than you, so I guess that it wouldn't matter much. I'll still kick your asses."
"Why you cocky son of a bitch!" the scrawny boy said. The boy then turned to the other two. "Teach this idiot a lesson."
"But boss," one of them protested. "What if we get in trouble?"
"Kakashi-sensei won't be back until the end of lunch," the boy said. "Well just make sure he doesn't talk!"
Encouraged at their leaders words the two came at him again. He sighed; he was going to get in trouble again for something that wasn't his fault.
The braver of the two came at him, yanking him from his chair and dangling him a good two feet above the ground. He hung limp, wondering what it would be like just to let them beat the crap out of him. He wouldn't get in trouble at least.
A hard punch brought him to his senses. His head yanked to the side. A trickle of blood ran down the corner of his mouth from where he had bitten his cheek. As the guy holding him pulled back a fist for another round he grabbed the hand that was holding him. He swung himself up, yanking his shirt from the other and landing on their arm. The thug looked confused, and got even more so as he kicked him in the forehead, sending the big fellow tumbling. He used the falling body as a spring board and back flipped through the air, landing on top of his desk.
"You want to try?" he asked the partner in crime. That one looked at their boss, who nodded, before advancing.
He tutted, smirking. "Not a good idea,"
"Shut up," the big guy bellowed before swinging a fist his way. He easily dodged and relocated himself before his opponent.
"Sorry, missed," he teased. The boy lunged at him. Once again he dodged, this time sending a fist into the other boys jaw, knocking a couple of teeth loose.
"What the hell?" the other yelled. "You bastard!"
This time the guy caught ahold of his wrist. He swung around, yanking his hand free and grabbing the others. From there he maneuvered his way until he was yanking the others arm up their back.
"You still want to fight?" he asked, sending some pressure up on the others arm.
This time the other didn't say anything, but tried to kick his feet out from beneath him.
"Not so fast," he taunted. He jumped up, pulling the fellows arm up with him until a crack rang out. He brushed himself off as his opponent fell to the ground, sobbing.
"It's just a dislocated shoulder," he shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets and already walking away. "You'll live,"
As he left the two on the floor he couldn't help but glance at the raven boy. The raven boy was staring out the window, not noticing anything that had just occurred. The voice of the raven boy as a child whispered in his ear, 'as long as you're with me I'll never let anyone hurt you either. I promise!'
"Liar," he muttered under his breath. Anger surged through him and he was tempted to go inflict more pain on the ones he had just left behind. Instead he made his way to the door, hands balled tightly into fist.
When he reached the door their sensei walked in. "Sorry," the sensei said. "But lunch is over."
So overwhelmed with such negative emotions and so infuriated by someone trying to tell him what to do he set common sense on fire and threw a punch at the sensei. Sensei caught in easily in one hand. He looked up in shock, finding himself face to face with the eyes of a killer. This was no ordinary teacher.
"Naruto," the sensei warned. He set his jaw, wrenching his fist from the sensei. From there he kicked low at the sensei's feet before striking high, this time managing to cuff the sensei on the side, before legging it.
Once outside of school grounds he slowed to walk, letting his breath even out and his emotions boil down.
"Shit," he sighed. Now he was going to get into even more trouble, maybe even expelled. Well, fine by him, then he wouldn't have to be around that raven haired jerk!
Right then, if someone had offered him something to erase his memory, even if for a few moments, he would have said yes, not caring what the hell it was. It was times that these that he regretted turning down the heroine dealership that was offered to him a couple years ago. Would have made a lot of green, would have been able to get heroine at a discount too. That made your memory go away, or at least trashed you so much you couldn't remember. That would be perfect right now. Too bad he didn't know where to find any; too new to this place, hadn't had enough times to make any connections.
He decided to head for home; there was no one there to question him anyways. The foster care agency had deemed his old enough to live on his own, granted that someone checked in on him every so often, it also helped that no one would adopt him with his record.
Once 'home' he went straight to his room, grabbing a ciggy and lighting it up. The first inhale was always the worse yet best. The re-entrance of nicotine into the system, nothing beat that.
Leaving the ciggy to hang on his lips he peeled off his hoodie, throwing it on the ground, then flopped backwards onto his bed, breathing out another huff of smoke. As he watched the lethargic curls of smoke disappear skywards he ran a hand through his hair, running over the ears hid in his golden locks.
He inhaled deeply again, the feel of his ears upsetting him, especially the torn one. They always reminded him of that raven haired boy.
Raven haired boy, that was a long name to think out every time, even if it was in his head. Raven, that was what he would call the boy. He really had no intentions of learning the boy's name. The boy didn't even remember him, why should he give a fuck about him? Raven, yeah, that would work.
He took one last drag, burning the ciggy down to the filter, before getting back up. He was on his last pair of clean clothes; he had to do laundry, besides it was something to keep him occupied. He threw the butt of his ciggy into an overflowing ashtray and walked down to the laundry room.
An old washer stood inside. There was no dryer, instead everything was just hung up and left out to dry. He threw an armful of clothes in, too bored to sort them out. Hmm, shouldn't it be the other way around, he thought, never mind, I don't care.
Once done with that he wandered over to the kitchen hoping to find something to eat. This, as most things in his life, was a faint wish that went unheard. He rolled his eyes in annoyance and headed back to his room.
Since he was now living alone and not old enough to get a full time job the big wigs from foster services paid mortgage and gave him money for food and clothes. Since all the guys were cheapskates and only gave him minimal he had to spend all the money on school supplies, skipping out on most meals.
His stomach growled angrily, reminding him that he hadn't eaten since yesterday.
"Shut up," he growled back. Oh what he wouldn't give for a bowl of ramen right now!
Having no food he grabbed another ciggy, substituting it for food. Thank the Gods, or whatever God might actually be paying attention, that next week he got more money. Finally, food! The first thing he was going to buy was ramen, which was thankfully cheap. Too bad he couldn't get any dressings though…
A loud knocking at the door interrupted his musings. He walked to the front door, taking a long drag, wondering who it could be. A quick glance at the clock told him it was after school hours. Without his conscious permission he hoped that it was Raven, coming to see if he was okay. He knew it was impossible, but the subconscious is a bitch!
He blew out a spiral of smoke as he opened the door and saw who was there. A gasp whistled down his throat as nerves tried his mouth. He took half a step back, trembling. The ciggy, which had been trapped between point and middle finger, fell from limp fingers, stumbling on the ground, leaving a dark burn mark before snuffing out.
"No…" he managed to get out. The trembling turned into shudders, forcing him to lean against the wall. "You aren't supposed to come until next week…"
"What can I say? I missed you," a dark smile. A foot crossing into the entryway. The door swinging close. A lock being slid shut. A hand stroking his face. All of these events happened as if they were a puzzle that pieced together to show the big picture.
"Nice to see you again, Naruto Uzumaki,"

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Naruto glared at the board, ignoring the teacher completely. He plopped his chin onto his palm, trying to keep his head up, sure he'd fall asleep any moment. Aww, how he hated school.
He allowed his eyes to roam. One boy was passing notes with a white haired girl, a black haired girl who looked like she should be blind blushed and looked away when he looked at her, two boys were passing back and forth a magazine of some sort, and a cherry blossom haired girl was drawing something and glances behind her at… no other than Mr. Tall and Dark.
He let his eyes linger on the only other boy in the back row. He wondered what the boys name was; he had never gotten it as a child. The raven haired boy, as though sensing his stare, looked over. He glanced away quickly, cursing under his breath, but not before he saw the look in the other boy's eyes.
Nothing…
After everything they had gone through as children that boy had forgotten him. That boy was the only one he thought cared for him. Nope, that boy didn't even recognize him. He had thought that the boy did yesterday during their confrontation, but he had only been wishing on stars. No one cared for him; he really didn't expect that boy to either, but not even remembering him. The one person he thought was different. The one person he had dared to trust. The one person whom had stolen his heart. That one person had hurt him worse than anyone else. And all it took was a blank stare.
"Damn him…" he muttered quickly, balling his hands into fist.
The bell rang, bringing his head up. As the other kids in the class began to mingle he pulled his hood around him tighter, using it as a shield from the rest of the cruel world, he had enough hurt within to last him a lifetime.
He sighed, wishing he could ditch the rest of class. He was sorely tempted to, but no, he had to be at school a certain amount of hours and he had already ditched yesterday. He didn't want to go back to jail for something as stupid as skipping school too many times. So instead he folded his arms and brought his chin to his chest, hoping to catch some z's.
"Hey kid," a voice above him said. He looked up lazily, having gone through this cycle many times before. There were three kids, one of them scrawny and the other too looking like football players, all muscle no brains.
"What?" he asked, knowing what was coming next. They were going to rough him up, or at least try, then hang him out to dry. It was the same old thing at every school he transferred to. At least at school he could defend himself.
"I heard you were a bastard's child," the scrawny boy said.
He fixed that one with his darkest glare. "What of it?"
"Well, we don't take very kindly to bastards," the scrawny boy motioned to the two others who cracked their knuckles and began to advance.
"I wouldn't try that if I were you," he said, beating them to the punch line. "Wait, I'm better than you, so I guess that it wouldn't matter much. I'll still kick your asses."
"Why you cocky son of a bitch!" the scrawny boy said. The boy then turned to the other two. "Teach this idiot a lesson."
"But boss," one of them protested. "What if we get in trouble?"
"Kakashi-sensei won't be back until the end of lunch," the boy said. "Well just make sure he doesn't talk!"
Encouraged at their leaders words the two came at him again. He sighed; he was going to get in trouble again for something that wasn't his fault.
The braver of the two came at him, yanking him from his chair and dangling him a good two feet above the ground. He hung limp, wondering what it would be like just to let them beat the crap out of him. He wouldn't get in trouble at least.
A hard punch brought him to his senses. His head yanked to the side. A trickle of blood ran down the corner of his mouth from where he had bitten his cheek. As the guy holding him pulled back a fist for another round he grabbed the hand that was holding him. He swung himself up, yanking his shirt from the other and landing on their arm. The thug looked confused, and got even more so as he kicked him in the forehead, sending the big fellow tumbling. He used the falling body as a spring board and back flipped through the air, landing on top of his desk.
"You want to try?" he asked the partner in crime. That one looked at their boss, who nodded, before advancing.
He tutted, smirking. "Not a good idea,"
"Shut up," the big guy bellowed before swinging a fist his way. He easily dodged and relocated himself before his opponent.
"Sorry, missed," he teased. The boy lunged at him. Once again he dodged, this time sending a fist into the other boys jaw, knocking a couple of teeth loose.
"What the hell?" the other yelled. "You bastard!"
This time the guy caught ahold of his wrist. He swung around, yanking his hand free and grabbing the others. From there he maneuvered his way until he was yanking the others arm up their back.
"You still want to fight?" he asked, sending some pressure up on the others arm.
This time the other didn't say anything, but tried to kick his feet out from beneath him.
"Not so fast," he taunted. He jumped up, pulling the fellows arm up with him until a crack rang out. He brushed himself off as his opponent fell to the ground, sobbing.
"It's just a dislocated shoulder," he shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets and already walking away. "You'll live,"
As he left the two on the floor he couldn't help but glance at the raven boy. The raven boy was staring out the window, not noticing anything that had just occurred. The voice of the raven boy as a child whispered in his ear, 'as long as you're with me I'll never let anyone hurt you either. I promise!'
"Liar," he muttered under his breath. Anger surged through him and he was tempted to go inflict more pain on the ones he had just left behind. Instead he made his way to the door, hands balled tightly into fist.
When he reached the door their sensei walked in. "Sorry," the sensei said. "But lunch is over."
So overwhelmed with such negative emotions and so infuriated by someone trying to tell him what to do he set common sense on fire and threw a punch at the sensei. Sensei caught in easily in one hand. He looked up in shock, finding himself face to face with the eyes of a killer. This was no ordinary teacher.
"Naruto," the sensei warned. He set his jaw, wrenching his fist from the sensei. From there he kicked low at the sensei's feet before striking high, this time managing to cuff the sensei on the side, before legging it.
Once outside of school grounds he slowed to walk, letting his breath even out and his emotions boil down.
"Shit," he sighed. Now he was going to get into even more trouble, maybe even expelled. Well, fine by him, then he wouldn't have to be around that raven haired jerk!
Right then, if someone had offered him something to erase his memory, even if for a few moments, he would have said yes, not caring what the hell it was. It was times that these that he regretted turning down the heroine dealership that was offered to him a couple years ago. Would have made a lot of green, would have been able to get heroine at a discount too. That made your memory go away, or at least trashed you so much you couldn't remember. That would be perfect right now. Too bad he didn't know where to find any; too new to this place, hadn't had enough times to make any connections.
He decided to head for home; there was no one there to question him anyways. The foster care agency had deemed his old enough to live on his own, granted that someone checked in on him every so often, it also helped that no one would adopt him with his record.
Once 'home' he went straight to his room, grabbing a ciggy and lighting it up. The first inhale was always the worse yet best. The re-entrance of nicotine into the system, nothing beat that.
Leaving the ciggy to hang on his lips he peeled off his hoodie, throwing it on the ground, then flopped backwards onto his bed, breathing out another huff of smoke. As he watched the lethargic curls of smoke disappear skywards he ran a hand through his hair, running over the ears hid in his golden locks.
He inhaled deeply again, the feel of his ears upsetting him, especially the torn one. They always reminded him of that raven haired boy.
Raven haired boy, that was a long name to think out every time, even if it was in his head. Raven, that was what he would call the boy. He really had no intentions of learning the boy's name. The boy didn't even remember him, why should he give a fuck about him? Raven, yeah, that would work.
He took one last drag, burning the ciggy down to the filter, before getting back up. He was on his last pair of clean clothes; he had to do laundry, besides it was something to keep him occupied. He threw the butt of his ciggy into an overflowing ashtray and walked down to the laundry room.
An old washer stood inside. There was no dryer, instead everything was just hung up and left out to dry. He threw an armful of clothes in, too bored to sort them out. Hmm, shouldn't it be the other way around, he thought, never mind, I don't care.
Once done with that he wandered over to the kitchen hoping to find something to eat. This, as most things in his life, was a faint wish that went unheard. He rolled his eyes in annoyance and headed back to his room.
Since he was now living alone and not old enough to get a full time job the big wigs from foster services paid mortgage and gave him money for food and clothes. Since all the guys were cheapskates and only gave him minimal he had to spend all the money on school supplies, skipping out on most meals.
His stomach growled angrily, reminding him that he hadn't eaten since yesterday.
"Shut up," he growled back. Oh what he wouldn't give for a bowl of ramen right now!
Having no food he grabbed another ciggy, substituting it for food. Thank the Gods, or whatever God might actually be paying attention, that next week he got more money. Finally, food! The first thing he was going to buy was ramen, which was thankfully cheap. Too bad he couldn't get any dressings though…
A loud knocking at the door interrupted his musings. He walked to the front door, taking a long drag, wondering who it could be. A quick glance at the clock told him it was after school hours. Without his conscious permission he hoped that it was Raven, coming to see if he was okay. He knew it was impossible, but the subconscious is a bitch!
He blew out a spiral of smoke as he opened the door and saw who was there. A gasp whistled down his throat as nerves tried his mouth. He took half a step back, trembling. The ciggy, which had been trapped between point and middle finger, fell from limp fingers, stumbling on the ground, leaving a dark burn mark before snuffing out.
"No…" he managed to get out. The trembling turned into shudders, forcing him to lean against the wall. "You aren't supposed to come until next week…"
"What can I say? I missed you," a dark smile. A foot crossing into the entryway. The door swinging close. A lock being slid shut. A hand stroking his face. All of these events happened as if they were a puzzle that pieced together to show the big picture.
"Nice to see you again, Naruto Uzumaki,"