Naruto Pov.

It was raining again. He hated when it rained. It looked so gloomy out, and so depressing…just like him. He twisted his lean body around so that he was facing the mirror propped up between a large dresser and a mound of books. Large dull blue eyes bore into his own, under a mass of dirty blonde hair, sticking out at odd angles so it appeared he had permanent bed-head. His gaze fell to his reflections thin torso, could count the number of ribs showing through his stretched skin. It just wasn't fair. Naruto scanned the rest of his body in dissatisfaction, sighed and made to stand, staggering slightly for his feet had fallen asleep.

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Sasuke's Pov.

"Well," he told himself as he struggled into a blue button down shirt, two sizes to big for him, "time to go to work."

Ugh. It was time for another day of expectations and work. The raven haired boy slowly rose from his bed, eyeing his alarm clock with an intense glare. Sniffing under one arm, he made his way to the bathroom adjacent to his own. Shower time. Turning on the water, he quickly stripped out of his pajamas, and stepped into the shower, allowing himself a brief moment of enjoyment, simply letting the water cascade over his toned, slender body before he set to work on his hair. He thought to himself, 'Shampoo, conditioner, then repeat one more for beautiful shin…….boy what a vain bastard you have let yourself become Uchiha…'

He turned off the shower faucet and began to dry off. He stepped nimbly over the edge of the bathtub and glanced briefly at his reflection. Deep dark eyes gazed out from under long wet locks, the colour of obsidian, the light hardly reflecting from them. Already his hair was beginning to flip up at the back of his head. He smirked and lowered his gaze. Well toned muscles met that gaze, trim waist leading to slender hips hidden beneath his fuzzy towel. Mmmm…so fuzzy….Ahem.

Sasuke smirked once more before turning away to get dressed.

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Normal Pov.

Sasuke stared blankly out of the window, chin resting lightly on one hand, counting down the seconds till the bell rang signifying the class change. 5….4….3….2….1….RING! He sighed with relief as he shoved his binder into his bag, and headed off to his next class; Art. When he got there, he plunked himself down beside Neji who was frantically finger combing his hair.

"Oh my gawd, Sasuke. Look at this. Look! My colours fading and this morning I found a gray hair. I'm growing old too fast, already I see my life pass before my eyes….." Neji glanced quickly at before closing his eyes and saying, "You haven't heard a word I've said, have you?"

"Nope," he stated calmly to his exasperated friend.

"Alright, everyone shut up and pay attention!" Iruka commanded, gaining the class' undivided attention.

"Ok, as you all know, for the next two weeks we will be practicing our sketches of the human body. We have hired a professional to pose for us. We will start sketching tomorrow but first, let's meet him," Iruka strode to the door, calling, "You can come in now," and in he came…

…Through the doorway and abruptly stopped, meeting 11 pairs of expecting eyes. Naruto immediately lowered his gaze, which fell to rest on his dirty sneakers. He thought miserably to himself, "Kay, I knew this was a private school, but I never imagined that all of the students would look like this! Tailored uniforms, the colour of cream, matching pants, shy blue button-down shirts…everything is so crisp and clean looking. Not like me. I'm hideous and dirty. I don't even have the privilege of kissing the very ground these students walk upon. I might as well leave…" He was working up the courage to go back the way he had come in, when Iruka happily clapped a hand on Naruto's shoulder, causing his to stumble forward a bit. He told the class, "Everyone, this is Uzumaki Naruto, he will be here to pose for us these next couple of weeks. Make him feel welcome," he glared at Kiba, who sank slightly in his chair.

Naruto raised his head slightly to glance around quickly at the class again before lowering his head once more. His ears pricked slightly when he heard the whispering begin.

"This is our professional poser?"

"He looks sodirty"

"Looks more like some hobo picked of the streets"

"Crawl back to where you came from"

"Doesn't belong"

"Loser"

"Dweeb"

Sasuke's fists involuntarily clenched when his classmates began whispering about the new guy. How dare they! What right do they have to judge him? This guy has as much status as their teacher Iruka….ok maybe he deserved more respect than Iruka gets… If I hear one more word abou-

Sasuke's thoughts were interrupted when Neji nudged him with his elbow, "Hey, I can't believe this guy is even allowed into our school, look at him! His clothes musts be at least 12 years old and far too big for him. And so dirty, does he not wash or something?"

SLAM!

"What right do you have to criticize him? You don't even know him!" Sasuke yelled a Neji, pale cheeks colouring slightly as a result of screaming so loud. He grabbed his bag and stormed towards the door.

"S-sorry, Sasuke. Geeze, I didn't know you cared so mu….oh," Neji quieted down immediately.

"Sasuke you can't leave anyways, the bell hasn't rung yet!" called Shikamaru, half awake.

Sasuke, still walking away, jabbed a finger into the air and at that moment, the bell sounded.