Disclaimer: Only going to say this once: No, I don't own Naruto. Or else I wouldn't be writing fanfiction

A/N: Hi! I hope you enjoy this fanfic of mine- I really hope you do. Yes, I know that I have a lot of others… but this one wouldn't leave my head, so I had to write it.

This is something Cinderellaish- meaning it is based on it, but not entirely the same (well… duh, since it also includes Naruto characters -smacks herself- ).

I don't know much about American/Japanese high schools, so I'm just going to base this on how my own high school worked (Dutch) and try to keep it as Japanese as possible (I've read several high school fics, but that doesn't mean I know everything about it, so please go easy on me xD)

WARNING: Contains slash, that means BoyxBoy romance. If you don't like it, don't read it.

Title: Something Cindarellaish

Rating: R for later chapters

Couples: Mostly SasuNaru, might throw in some others too… don't know yet!

Summary: Naruto lives with his two stepsisters and his stepmother. His boring, bullied and sucky life changes when he meets the popular Sasuke…

Chapter 1

"Naruto, get up and make us breakfast!"

The young blonde, with eyes as blue as the ocean and strange whisker marks on his cheeks, woke up to an annoying pounding on his door. He grumbled and tried to shut the sound out, but it didn't work. It only made it worse, actually, as a young pink-haired girl entered the room and started to shake him roughly in order to wake him up.

"Oi! Make breakfast, idiot!" The voice of her made his head hurt, but opened his eyes nonetheless and decided it was just best to respond to her.

"Alright, I'm up," he said, making sure he shot her a glare behind her back. For a moment, he was afraid she saw it, but as she made her way through the messy room and exited it, he wasn't afraid of her anymore and also stuck his tongue out.

He quickly put on a pair of pants and a clean, orange (his favourite colour) shirt to wear that day. After he had dressed himself (and brushed his teeth of course!), he quickly took his cellphone and stuffed it in his pocket.

Not that he got called every day- actually, the only person who ever called him was his stepmother who was so 'nice' to take him in, even after his real father had died a couple of years ago, one year after he had married her. Naruto was starting to think he had simply killed himself.

But, aside from his stepmother, he also got text messages from a certain… someone.

He didn't know anything about him. Yes, him. He was gay- which he had known for some time now. Not that it didn't scare him at first, but he figured that love is love, whether it's being in love with someone from the same gender or not- it didn't matter anymore to him. But he hadn't told anyone yet, since he didn't want them to have another reason to hate and bully him. He wanted to keep it a secret- especially for his stepsisters- not that he was ashamed of it or anything, but he figured his life was complicated enough as it is.

Besides, he didn't have anything to be embarrassed about, since his stepsisters were scary enough to turn any man gay. He could just blame them when they would find out.

Besides his stepmother, he also had two stepsisters who were just as mean, cruel, evil, sc- well, you get the picture. One of them we've already met- Sakura, the pink-haired monster, with a big forehead and amazing green eyes. When they first came to live with Naruto and his dad, Naruto thought he might have a crush on her. But gradually it disappeared and he found out he preferred men.

The other one was Ino. She had long, blond hair and was just as bossy and annoying as Sakura was. They thought that he was their servant (or slave), as they always made sure that he did everything around the house so that they could stuff themselves with food he made for them, go swimming in the pool he cleaned for them (but wasn't allowed to swim in it himself), clip their toenails, brush their- well, again, you get the idea.

Anyway, as I was saying- he got text messages from a certain someone who called himself 'Sharingan'. He didn't know anything else, except that they went to the same school together, that they were both males, that they were both gay and that he was only a year older.

The only things they talked about it were their feelings, emotions, all that crap.

Sharingan didn't know his real name either, naturally. He knew him by the name of 'Kyuubi', and who could blame him for not telling him? I mean, it was rather logical- Naruto was one of the least popular people there. He only had a few friends and he was certain that they didn't like men the way he liked them. Not that they ever talked about stuff like that, but still. And what if the guy he liked hated him- Uzumaki Naruto, the person who gets bullied around by two girls and works his ass off for them? No, he couldn't bare that.

Not that he was focused on creating an image or something, but it was nice to not be hated entirely.

How they met wasn't a very big deal. Naruto was hardly ever allowed to use Sakura's laptop (only when they had to make a report), but one day Ino and Sakura and his stepmother would be away for the whole day and he thought that he could finally take a look in one of the chatrooms that she was always talking in. He created a username and went in- there, he met Sharingan. They started talking to each other and decided to give their numbers to each other so they could continue their chat.

Well, one thing led to another and Naruto could swear that he was feeling something for someone he didn't even know. Every time he received a message, his heart skipped a beat and Sharingan said the same went for him. Which made Naruto blush heavily. When he talked to the other boy, he felt happy. Something he hadn't felt for a long time- at least, not after his father's death.

His death hadn't been a real surprise. He died from a disease and left his only son alone with his second wife and stepdaughters. Naruto at first didn't complain- his stepmother had been nice to him before, so he was sure that she would show a lot of compassion towards the boy. Unfortunately, that wasn't true- she treated him like he was some sort of rodent.

In his house, he felt like an unwelcome guest. A dog, a parasite, or even lower than that. He didn't feel at home at all. He lived there, but it wasn't his home.

Actually, the only place where he felt really at home, was the house they previously had lived in. It kept a lot of memories of him and his father- him and his father playing in the backyard together, building a tree-house together (even though it never worked out) and other memories he was fond of, even though it hurt quite a bit remembering them. But still, it was better than the new house they were living in, which was cold and silent and didn't feel like home.

Of course, it couldn't be helped. His father had left them all of his assets, including the tons of money he had, which his stepmother was rather eager to get her hands on of course. She didn't really seem to care about his father's death. She had cried briefly, but that was it- she didn't keep any photographs of him and her together and she treated Naruto as if he was a stray dog- as if he wasn't the son of her late husband at all.

Anyway, so they moved to Konoha, which also meant a new start. Which meant that he had to meet new people. Which meant that he had to make a good impression.

However, it didn't turn out the way he had planned it.

His stepsisters had both mentioned how he was a complete and utter moron and actually said that he cleaned their toilets with his own toothbrush- of course, that ruined his chances of becoming the cool, silent guy completely. It wasn't that people so much believed them immediately, but the thought still lingered at the back of their minds and they slowly began to torture him, the way his stepsisters tortured him.

So he decided to become the next best thing- the loud, obnoxious prankster. And it worked- everybody found him annoying and acknowledged his existence and gave him attention. It was exactly what he wanted. It was negative attention, but attention nonetheless.

Of course, it wasn't who he really was. He remembered saying to Sharingan something about it and Sharingan understood him completely.

'It feels as if my real self is slowly drowning inside the person I play, as if the real me is slowly disappearing and nobody notices it. I hate being this way, but what else am I supposed to do? I know my true self isn't enough.'

Sharingan had replied rather surprisingly, something that had made the blonde blush (not that it was uncommon for him to blush whenever Sharingan said something).

'I know what you mean, I feel like that too. But if it is any consolation- I think the real you is perfect.'

It had surprised him slightly- the other boy never really said things like that to him. Usually his replies were quite cool and cold, as if he never really wanted to show any emotions. Naruto had once asked him about this and Sharingan merely told him that he was right about that, but that he was trying to be a bit more warmer when 'talking' to him.

Anyway, back to the story.

Naruto walked slowly down the stairs, eyes looking to the grounds and thinking about him. He smiled to himself as he started to prepare breakfast, not really paying attention to his two quarrelling sisters. Oh, how he wanted them to shut up- they were disturbing his thoughts. Ino had thrown a plate against the wall, as if it were nothing and Naruto knew that it was his duty to clean it up. However, he listened to their conversation briefly, before cleaning up the pieces.

"-Sasuke-kun is mine, forehead!" Ino yelled at the top of her longs.

"Sasuke-kun doesn't even know you exist, Ino-pig!" Sakura yelled back. Okay, Naruto knew the topic was about Sasuke-bastard- well, not really a bastard, but he was the most popular guy in school, though Naruto sometimes thought he didn't really want it. Okay, so he was a bastard.

Anyway, he wasn't really important right now.

His stepsisters had finally noticed how Naruto had entered the kitchen and glared at him, temporarily forgetting their argument. It was like this practically every morning- actually, the thing they spent most their money on, were new plates. They blinked once. Twice. Before a sly smirk came and Naruto simply knew he was their new target.

"So, Naru-chan," Sakura said, saying the last word a bit louder to simply provoke him. He wasn't going to let her. "How are you going to school today? I know that mom didn't want you to take that car of yours anymore, so…" Naruto gave her a small glare, doing his best to ignore her. "And it's pretty far away…" she looked at him, waiting for a response. It wasn't too hard to get a response out of Naruto, but it still was rather funny. And if he did explode on them and their mother would hear- oh, that would be even better. He wouldn't be allowed to watch television for a month or so- or perhaps had to go on a 'soup only'-diet. Sakura and Ino apparently were thinking the same thing (Naruto just figured it was because they each lacked the capacity to think for themselves) as their eyes starting to shine weirdly.

"If you're a nice boy, we could give you a ride to school…" Ino said, smirking. "How about you clean our rooms for two months and do our homework?" Naruto merely shot daggers at them, before replying. He tried to hold himself back, as it would only cause more trouble, but it was hard.

"No, I'll walk," he said, ignoring their glares, and threw some pancakes on Sakura's and Ino's (new) plates.

"Are you an idiot?" Sakura asked him and looked rather annoyed that he didn't respond. "Oh wait, I already know that answer," she quickly continued, grinning at Ino who snickered. Naruto, however, didn't even give them a look at all. He already tuned out everything they said and, while quickly drinking a glass of milk, grabbed his bag and walked to school. Sakura and Ino just shrugged- they would get him later.

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It was just another ordinary day at Konoha High. The sun was burning brightly, though there was a chilly wind, the classroom was filled with cheerful people waiting patiently for Kakashi-sensei to show up (though, as usual, he was late), and once again they glanced at the boy who suddenly stormed into class. He looked around to see if Kakashi had already arrived and was relieved to find out that he wasn't around. He allowed himself to relax and walked to the back of the class, ignoring the whispers he got, and sat next to one of the few friends he had.

"Good morning!" He said, the usual grin on his face. Kiba certainly was an odd person, but a very nice one and a loyal friend. Naruto always thought that the boy looked a bit like a dog.

"Good morning to you too," Naruto grumbled, taking out his math books. Kiba, of course, noticed the unusual sad face of his friend.

"Something happened to you? Did those bit-"

"Good morning class!" Kiba was interrupted (which was a good thing as well) by the cheerful greeting of Kakashi, who raised two fingers as a greeting. He looked happily at his class who mumbled a small 'good morning' back, before settling himself behind his desk and grabbing his own math book, which surprised the class slightly. The man almost never took out the math book.

Math always went rather slowly- especially since Naruto never quite knew what to do. Sure, Kakashi gave them assignments, but he never explained anything to them and when you went to his desk to ask him, the only thing he'd say was 'It's all in the book'. He'd continue reading his perverted book after that (Naruto thought it was called 'Come, Come Paradise', written by his neighbour, but he couldn't be sure).

When the bell rang, Naruto slowly got up and packed his bags. Kiba literally was skipping to the next (PE, it was his favourite) and looked like a little puppy when he did so. Right when he passed his perverted teacher's desk, Kakashi stopped him and gestured that he should stand by his desk.

"Math is not your strongest subject, is it?" He said, grinning slightly. At least, he thought he was grinning as the turtleneck sweater he was wearing covered half of his face. Naruto just glared at him.

"Well, if you would explain things and not always be late then I might be a little bit better at it, yes," Naruto replied. Kakashi merely chuckled at the insult.

"Well, isn't that perfect?" He said, clasping his hands together. "Because you're going to be tutored from now on! Every Tuesday, Thursday and Friday you'll spent time on math right after class with your new tutor. He's one class higher than you are. Be at classroom 104 at three P.M. for your first hour with him, you can get to know each other too!"

"What!" Naruto said, throwing his hands in the air. "But Kakashi-sensei, I don't want to! What's the meaning of this? My grades are good enough to pass! At least my first three grades were!" Kakashi nodded, shuffling some papers around, until he had a list with all of Naruto's grades and showed it to him.

"Ah yes, but your last two weren't which means that if you keep this up, you'll fail. And you don't want to go to summer school, now do you?" Naruto glared at him. Kakashi stared, waiting for a response. Naruto kept glaring. "Well, ehm, yes," Kakashi said, feeling the uncomfortable silence. "I think you should be going to your next class, right? Go on, scoot! And be on time for your lesson this afternoon!" The blonde muttered something incomprehensible, before walking out of the room and slamming the door. Hard.

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The day went by in a blur. Naruto honestly didn't know what he preferred- school, where practically everybody hated or ignored him, or his house where he had to do everything his stepsisters and stepmother told him to.

Actually, his life sucked, now that he thought about it.

At lunchtime, he bumped into one of the 'cool' kids, Hyuuga Neji. Rich, powerful and handsome- the girls practically swooned at his feet. He was in the same grade as Naruto was and had several classes together with him.

Naruto was about to apologise, but before he could, Neji had already walked away and sat with his other friends, including Uchiha Sasuke. He recognised several others who were present there- all rich and handsome. They were all smart and good at sports- it seemed as though they were too perfect to be true. There were several girls sitting at their table as well, including his stepsisters who were glaring at him and saw that he had the nerve to even touch one of their… species.

They'd make sure to tell some sort of lie to their mother in order to get him into trouble.

Surprisingly enough, someone addressed him soon after. He was busy in the classroom where they had art lessons and was about to leave until he was stopped by a familiar black-haired, grey-eyed boy. I'm going to die, the blonde thought.

"Naruto, right?" He merely said.

"Uh, yeah, and you're Neji?" He asked hesitantly. He knew his name of course, but he asked it to- wait, why did he ask it? Probably to keep the conversation going. Neji nodded slowly. Okay, so he was a man of few words- that was alright. After all, Naruto didn't want a long speech right before his dea-

"I'm sorry I bumped into you during lunchtime." What? The blonde was stunned for a moment, before regaining his speech.

"Oh, right," he said. "Ah, it's ok." Neji nodded and walked away, leaving a confused Naruto behind. Why was he being so nice?

Not that Neji ever treated him badly or anything, no- he was actually one of the people who simply ignored him (actually, he ignored everyone if they didn't interest him). But now he actually came up to him by himself and apologised. The great Hyuuga Neji, apologising! Naruto wasn't sure how to react.

A small beep could be heard, which came from Naruto's pocket. As he quickly took it out, he hoped with all his heart that it was Sharingan and not his stepmother.

'School is boring today, isn't? I wish I could see you, that would make my day a bit more interesting.'

Naruto grinned widely at it, before replying with:

'A bit more? Certainly it would make it a whole lot more interesting!'

It didn't take long before Sharingan replied, the familiar beeping sound could be heard loudly as Naruto was taking a book out of his locker. He glanced around to see if anyone had a phone in his hands, but he saw no one. Needless to say, he was rather curious about who exactly was sending him these messages, these things that made him blush so furiously when he read them. The messages that he could read over and over again, with a heart that would beat annoyingly fast in his throat.

'Well, it depends on what we would do… but yes, I agree that it would be a lot more interesting! Well, I'll speak to you this afternoon.'

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It was three P.M. and he was standing in front of classroom 104, just like Kakashi had told him to. He turned the doorknob hesitantly and stepped in. He quickly scanned the classroom, before noticing the black-haired boy. He had pale skin and black, cold eyes, his hands folded on one of the desks waiting patiently for his student. He was a total God of Sex.

Uchiha Sasuke.

Naruto blinked once. He was seriously considering if he should run away fast- but he didn't really know if that would solve anything. He thought about the options- summer school, or getting tutored by Sasuke. He honestly didn't know and-

"Are you going to stand there all day, idiot?" Sasuke said, interrupting Naruto's train of thoughts.

"Hey bastard! Don't call me an idiot!" Naruto yelled, pointing his finger at the older boy accusingly before sitting down. Sasuke simply shrugged, before he smirked at the blonde.

"Well, aren't you in need of getting tutored? I'd say you're an idiot," he said and watched amusedly as the other boy glared at him, trying to control his temper.

"Let's just get this over with, bastard," Naruto said, and opened his book. Sasuke agreed with him and both were thinking the exact same thing.

This is going to be a long tutoring session.

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A/N: Well, tell me what you think! xD