SasuNaru yaoi- don't like it don't read it, plus Orochimaru is trying to claim Naruto as his own (against the blonde's wishes of course), along with a little Gaara x Naruto, though Naruto doesn't have much say in the matter- because if he did he'd pick Sasu-chan. xD...Or will he? Read and find out for yourself...

Non-Object of Affection

Chapter 1- Orochimaru

The small blonde boy raced through the long deserted hallways in Konoha's local high school, desperate to make it to his homeroom class before the bell rang. If he was late one more time, his sensei would undoubtedly kill him, and well… he was just too young to die!

He gradually drew closer to the room, however was so deep in thought about what his teacher would do to him if he was late (again) that he failed to pay attention to where he was going, resulting in him smacking head-on into something very solid. He flew backwards, yelping in pain when his backside made contact with the hard tiled floor that was laid out throughout the entire school. After pausing for a moment to catch his breath, the blonde tilted his head up to glare at what ever it was that he ran into. He groaned loudly when he realized what, or should he say who, was blocking his path to class.

He growled softly as he proceeded to stand up in front of the raven-haired boy looking down upon him.

"Freaking teme…" he mumbled under his breath, however not soft enough. The other boy had heard him, and narrowed his eyes at the harsh name that the blonde had called him.

"What did you just call me dobe?" the raven questioned rudely.

The blonde was not in the mood to deal with the ice-princess this morning, and he didn't have time for this either. He needed to make it to class on time. He didn't want to have to stay after, and have a repeat of yesterday. He nearly shuddered at the mere thought of it. His sensei was acting very strange around him lately and he was uncomfortable with the thought of being alone with the other man, let alone actually doing so. He couldn't be late again.

With that last thought, the blonde ignored the raven's comment, and moved to walk away from him and towards his first hour. He was stopped abruptly when a long pale hand grabbed his tanned arm and roughly jerked him back.

"Where the heck do you think you're going?" he snapped.

"Let me go" he growled out, "I need to get to class."

"Well, you should have thought about that before insulting me" the pale teen stated matter-of-factly.

"Geez- I don't have time for your crap Uchiha! Now get your hands OFF!" the blonde yelled, struggling to free himself from the other boy's grasp, yet failing at the attempt.

"Well you better make time dobe, because I'm not through with you yet."

The blonde jerked his head up at that- what the other boy had said had sounded all too familiar to what his sensei had told him yesterday (minus the 'dobe' part of course).

"I am not a 'dead last' teme, now LET ME GO!" The blonde's struggles became more insistent as he tried to free himself from the Uchiha, but the teme just wouldn't let him GO!

The blonde opened his mouth to scream at the raven once again, but was cut off by the sound of a distant bell ringing loudly. He cursed loudly once the halls were silent once again. Now we wouldn't be able to escape his sensei, and it was his entirefault. He was doing this on purpose! The sick teme-he just enjoyed watching him suffer didn't he!?

"Crap! Thanks a freaking lot teme, now I'm stuck with him!" he screamed at the pale boy.

The Uchiha was slightly taken aback. What the heck was he talking about? Not that he cared…but why was the guy so worried? The dobe was never worried about anything- not that he actually paid any attention to him. Who was he so afraid of, and why was he- THE Uchiha- being blamed for his problems. So he made him late. So what!? What was the big deal- the dobe was always late?

"What are you going on about now dobe" he asked, slightly curious about the rambunctious blonde.

"Ptch- what the heck do you care anyways?" he snapped. Before the 'ice-princess' could respond, the other boy yanked his arm away from him and took off to go to his class…late…again.

"Hn." The Uchiha shrugged, deciding that he would corner the boy after homeroom to finish their little conversation, and turned to walk to his own class.

The small blonde took a deep breath to steady himself, preparing for the worst, before pulling open the door and hastily stepping inside. He glanced up at his sensei apologetically, only to see the older man smirking down on him. He resisted the urge run like hell and hide himself, and settled with scratching the back of his head to shake off the feeling that his teacher could see through his some-what tight, darkly shaded blue jeans and black t-shirt with the logo "EaT mY sHoRtS" written across it in bright orange. The guy just had that look, the look that says "you touch yourself at night and I watch from inside your closet" and it scared the crap out of him.

"Naruto…late again are we?" he drawled out.

"Sorry Orochimaru-sensei, but it wasn't my fault this time! I swear it wasn't. I was running here and he grabbed me and wouldn't let me go, and made me late here! I was-"

He was cut off by his teacher, who waved his hands to shut the boy up. "Naruto, I don't want to hear your excuses. Stay after class so I can tell you what your punishment will be." He silently shooed the blonde to his seat and continued on with his lesson.

Naruto decided to space out today, and turned his head slightly so that he could stare out the window. He was worried about what would happen after class was over, but was able to forget his numerous problems as he watched how the oak trees danced together to the unheard melody the wind was carrying throughout the village. He unconsciously drew out a pencil and began drawing the scene that he saw outside the stuffiness of the classroom. Naruto, though he had many flaws, had an extraordinary talent for art, one that very few knew about. His art was extremely personal, and he has never shown a single soul any of his canvases, drawings…anything. He didn't want people to shun his gift because of the way they felt about him. He could stand being criticized about himself, but not about the only thing that he was truly good at.

He has always been hated by everyone around him; that was his life. He would never get used to it, no matter how often they cursed his existence or beat him, he could never get used to how he was treated. He always expected that one day they would forget that he was a vessel for kyuubi, the nine-tailed demon fox that nearly destroyed the entire village sixteen years ago, but he supposed that this was just hopeful thinking, and unfortunately for him it was not a reality.

He jumped in surprise when he heard the dismissal bell ring, completely lost in thought and not realizing the time. He looked down at the masterpiece that he had created, one that only he would see, and hurriedly stuffed it in his book bag before standing from his seat and hesitantly walking to the front of the class.

'Please don't let this be bad' he thought to himself, 'Just have him tell me he is disappointed and let me leave…please.'

He pleaded with the Gods, but knew it was useless. They were never there for him before, what would make him think they'd come to his rescue now?

"Naruto, Naruto, Naruto- what am I going to do with you?"

He watched as his sensei smirked a devilish grin, slowly moving towards the blonde, like a predator drawing closer to his prey, and that is exactly what Naruto was to the disturbing teacher. Nothing more. He tried to match his steps forward by taking a step back from the man, but his sensei continued to draw towards him.

"Sensei I-" he started.

The older man moved quickly, jumping towards the frightened blonde, slamming the boy's back into the wall directly behind him as he leaned his body in closely. The blonde shuddered, unable to hold it back, which caused the snake-man to cackle wildly as he pressed his own body into the other's.

"Wha-what are you doing!?" the blonde shrieked.

"Punishing you Naruto…you've been a very bad boy" he replied evilly.

He jerked his body forward, while at the same time latching his thin pale lips onto the boy's trembling ones. The teen froze in shock for a moment as Orochimaru's mouth moved possessively over his, before struggling like mad to get away and stop him. His sensei smirked into the kiss, but made no attempt to pull away as he continued to crush the boy's unwilling lips. That was fine with Orochimaru, he always liked a challenge.

After what felt like an eternity for the helpless kitsune, the pedophile pulled away for air. The blonde was still trying to push away from the lust-consumed man, but to no avail. The other man moved his cold lips onto Naruto's sun-kissed neck, much to the boy's fear and disgust.

"St-stop! Get off me! Plea-please…stop it…stop!"

"Shut up Naruto!" he snapped as his icy fingers moved under the boy's t-shirt to stroke his hard, lean chest, "Whether you like it or not, I will make you mine!"

"Wha-what!? No! St-stop… please stop…No!"

A knock came from the door to the classroom, causing Orochimaru to put his guard down for the little kitsune, who used this to his advantage, and shoved his teacher off of him. Without a moment's hesitation, he tore out of the classroom, grabbing his bag on his way out, and nearly knocking the student waiting outside the door over. He didn't even bother apologizing, just ran on and on, afraid that if he stopped Orochimaru would come after him and try to finish what he had started.