Mhm, Rai is starting a new story…go me..

-Editing- So yeah, no updates, having computer/life issues.

Control was something I had over my life before my parents had to come and change it for the so called 'better'.

My name is Uchiha, Sasuke and I am the most popular playboy in school. I am 17, I lived with my older brother in Tokyo, Japan, and my parents lived in America. With an advantage like this, I could get away with just about anything. And I wanted a lot, too.

And I also received a lot.

Girls practically threw themselves at me, so I lost my purity at age 15. After first experiencing intercourse, I wanted more. I soon discovered by making myself more appealing, I get more girls into my bed. With this in mind, I made my look darker, starting wearing blacks or blues, and got body piercings. After my transformation, I had 6 piercings on each ear, a tongue and navel ring, spiked hair, dark eyes…and, to sum it up, everything a girl wanted.

Even a very generous, persuasive package.

--Control.

'Twice a week, at the most, Sasuke comes into the house with his tongue down some girl's throat,' Itachi thought bitterly, blowing a cloud of smoke to the ceiling. 'At least he hasn't gotten any girl pregnant yet, or we'd both be screwed.'

Why didn't Itachi stop his younger brother from bedding girls, letting his grades fall, and getting into fights?

Plainly, he didn't care. It was his future he was screwing up, not his.

That is, unless he gets a girl pregnant, then he'd be screwing up two futures.

--Control.

Two figures were pressed against each other in an empty hallway. "How about I take you to my house and show you a good time, hmm?" a dark, male voice purred huskily.

"S-Sure, Sasuke-kun…" the girl whispered meekly.

Uchiha Sasuke had his own fan club.

His fan club consisted of girls he had bedded. There were about 7 of them, and only a couple of them he slept with frequently. The ones that go by the name of Sakura and Ino are the presidents for obvious reasons; they were the 2 he bedded frequently.

He actually hated both the bitches--but they we're willing to do anything at anytime. Before joining the 'club' the girl had to provide some sort of evidence of being bedded by Sasuke. During the day, his little fan club followed him around like puppies, asking him if he wanted a quickie during lunch, study hall, or after school. Some guys looked up to him, while others couldn't hate him more. Most remained indifferent. Or smitten.

Or both.

--Control.

Naruto's PoV.

How did I get into this mess…? I thought as the talented lips of the playboy raven descended onto my own. He had me pushed up against the lockers in a dark hallway. I had been wandering around the hallways after my after school tutoring before this guy had trapped me between the lockers and himself. I pressed my hands weakly against his broad chest and he worked his lips against mine. I gave him the pleasure of a small moan and tried to pull away, but he caught my chin between his thumb and forefinger.

Then I felt that ball on his tongue stroke across my bottom lip and I gave a small whimper in effort not to squeak. It felt so good…but I couldn't open for him. No, I refused! I had heard the stories of what Sasuke had done with that mouth of his. He seemed to get fed up with me not cooperating so he used his other hand to pry the sides of my mouth open. I squeak in surprise, unintentionally opening my mouth wider. Then he repositioned his hands on to either side of my head, holding me so I couldn't move as he completely ravished my mouth.

After a while, I start to kiss back, giving into my temptations. His wet tongue lashed into one side of my mouth, feeling the soft skin of my cheeks. It trailed over my teeth and gums before lapping at the top of my mouth. I moaned almost pathetically. He was being rough, and I had forgotten how to breathe. I began to claw at his shoulders, trying to tell him without words that I need to breathe. He ignored me, however, and pushed me more firmly to the lockers, trusting his tongue out to mine.

Sasuke then shoved his knee between my thighs. I yelped and found other use of my hands by pushing his knee from between my thighs and from rubbing against my growing erection. Sasuke's hands finally 

left my head for my ass; which he grabbed and hoisted my up a bit so that I would sit on his knee, with my own weight pressing down on my erection. Sasuke focused back on kissing me, trying to get my tongue and his to cooperate in a dance. But I refused however; trying to pull away.

His tongue slid in just the perfect way on mine, with the metallic-tasting ball rolling under my tongue. The tip of his tongue had left my own to simulate the area where my teeth and gums met, and I almost released a loud moan. It felt so good…even if I did know what else that tongue had been on. And his taste was far from what I thought it would be; I thought he'd taste gross…like a mix of mold and whores he had bedded. I mean women…Nah, whores.

So much saliva has been pushed inside my mouth that it had started dribbling down my chin and collarbone. I tried gulping it down, but it just kept coming. I started to scratch at his chest but he seemed unfazed; he must be used to it. I had also heard that Sasuke was a bit rough, and apparently got accustomed to scratching, biting, and hitting if he wanted to do it hard.

He finally-finally-released my mouth and I took a very, much needed gasp of air and coughed as air was sucked into my lungs all too quick. A thick string of our mixed spit connected to out lips until Sasuke dipped back in, and licked it away. He removed his knee from between my thighs and he stared into my eyes with a smirk as I panted harshly. Bastard.

"How about I take you home with me? Hmmm, Naruto-kun…?" he purred stroking my sides sensually. I looked down as his hand drifted farther down and cupped my ass. I shook my head trying to pull away once more.

"Aw, come on…I promise you'll like it." He kissed my cheek as if sealing the promise.

"No. I don't want to, you fucking bastard!"I spat harshly. Sasuke obviously didn't understand rejection and persuaded me more.

"Don't be like that. Just come with me. You'll like it…"his voice rose a little bit, obviously getting annoyed. I finally had enough. I pushed him hard with an unexpected amount of strength and ran away as fast as my legs would let me.

--Control.

Sasuke's PoV.

I watched the blonde boy's back become fainter and fainter as he ran. Did he just reject me? No…No one rejects me. I wasn't going to use force, but his resentfulness only made me want him more. I straightened up my clothes before heading to the school's entrance.

As I walked about pre-storm breezes past by me, slightly ruffling my hair, I found a pink-haired girl with dazzling green eyes sitting on a bench, waiting for me. She had a button-down shirt on, with the first three buttons undone, showing her cleavage, a short mini shirt that would show her panties if she bent 

down, and black socks that went to her knees. She apparently thinks I have a 'thing' for socks.

"Ready to go?" she asked cheekily. I nodded; she skipped along side me as we walked to my car. I sat down in the driver's seat and she sat next to me, and saw the slight bulge in my pants after my little make-out session with Naruto. She smiled at me, most likely thinking that it was because of her…

"Want me to help with that now?" she asked pointing between my legs.

"No, it can wait until we get to my house," I said hurriedly as I shoved the keys into the ignition and drove away quickly. About five minutes from home, my cell phone rang. I looked at the caller ID to see it was my brother, Itachi, probably calling me about nonsense. I pressed the ignore button. As we arrived home, I quickly got out of the car and shoved my keys into the lock and pushed the door open. Not even a step into the house I grabbed Sakura's head and smashed our lips together. I grabbed her from behind and pulled her inside.

Sakura moaned delightfully as she was roughly pulled along. I shoved my hands under her skirt and gave her decidedly flat ass a couple of rubs. I wish she had an ass like Naruto's; nice and plump, the right size for groping. I moved her near the living room, deciding on couch sex, and shoved my tongue down her throat. She moaned again pressing her squishy breasts to my chest.

"Sasuke!" someone shouted. I opened my eyes; I was just able to see over Sakura's shoulder to see…

…My PARENTS!?

I immediately let go of Sakura, causing her to drop to the floor with a cry of surprise. Amazingly, there were my parents, sitting there, looking utterly surprised. I took in the politely astounded look of my stern father, and the completely dumbfounded look of my soft faced mother.

I'm pretty sure I looked really stupid, standing there gapping like a fish out of water. My mother and father knew nothing of my reputation, school conduct, or even how I changed myself. They have come to visit before; but I always took out all my piercings, and restrained myself from having sex in the house until they were overseas again.

"Uchiha Sasuke. What in hell's name do you think you are doing!?" my father roared. I flinched and he motioned me to stand before him. He eyed me up and down before holding out his hand. I knew father disapproved greatly of body art, such as tattoos and piercings. With further thinking, I began to remove my ear piercings. I had about five on each ear, with a couple of them still healing, so it took a while. After I finished, he stared at me a bit longer.

"The one in your mouth too." He commanded. I didn't hesitate before removing it carefully and putting it in his hand, along with the rest of random metal trinkets.

"Anymore?" this time I did hesitate. With a sigh I pulled up my shirt just enough to show my navel, and remove the crescent moon shaped ring that had a small ball on one of the ends. I also put it in his hand too. He put the little pieces of metal into his pocket and told me to sit down, which I did. I made a mental note to put one of my spare rings into my tongue, and the holes in my ears that were still healing before I went to bed. They close pretty quickly, and I don't want to go though another piercing again.

What? Being absolutely hot and sexy is painful.

I took my seat next to Itachi, across from my parents. I glared at the older version me and he mouthed the words 'I tried to call you.' I blinked in confusion before remembering that he, indeed, did call me. By the way…where did Sakura go? Itachi must of noticed that I was looking around and he mouthed the he snuck her out. I nodded in appreciation, and he smirked.

"Sasuke!" my father's voiced boomed. "I'm disappointed in you. What's with you? All these piercings? Bringing girls home is such a manner! And your clothes!" he pointed to me, but I found nothing wrong with my clothes. I had on a navy blue wife beater that bunched up slightly at my waist; just over my navel, slightly tight jeans, eyeliner, and black nail polish…the usual. I wisely kept my mouth shut, but sighed anyway and he continued to patronize me.

"Why are you dressing like this way? ….Sasuke Uchiha, you better answer me!" Itachi, who seemed to get annoyed, finally spoke up.

"He's a teenager, Father. He's going to want to be rebellious." Father glared at the smoky haired raven.

"This doesn't concern your opinion, Itachi! Keep your mouth wisely shut!" he barked. Itachi nodded, not wanting to anger Father anymore. Then, I was ordered to my room until dinner, and then I'd return to isolation.

In my room, I put a small, unnoticeable stud ring in the holes in my ear that were still healing, and the same for my tongue. Bored, I grabbed the remote off the pillow on my bed and plunked down on the navy blue silk sheets. I flipped through the channels aimlessly, too annoyed and sexually frustrated to focus on something as stupid as television. My cell phone started to ring again, and a picked it up, briefly scanning the caller ID. It was Sakura.

From: Sakura

Wat happend? –Rose petal

Feeling as if Sakura and her bad spelling weren't worth an explanation, I deleted the message and tossed it aside, waiting for dinner to come.

Dinner came around seven thirty. When father called me, his voice was neutral, and I was unable to tell if he was still angry with me or not. I had to act like a good little boy when daddy was around, or they might make me move back to America. And that was something I really, really, didn't want. Well…I had heard American girls are hot, too. I walked down the stairs solemnly, keeping my eyes on the floor. I took the empty seat next to Itachi.

I ate my dinner slowly, I wasn't very hungry. Today was one hell of a day. I got my first rejection, and my parents had front row seats of me making out with a whore. I really wanted a cigarette. Very, badly. I had tried smoking once after school with some friends and I got hooked quickly. I stole Itachi's smokes, since I obviously couldn't buy any without getting arrested. There was a soft clank of silverware on china before I heard my mother's soft voice call my name.

"Sasuke."

"Yes, mother?" her eyes seemed to sadden a bit.

"Why have you suddenly started acting this way, Sasuke? You've always been such a sweet boy. Please Sasuke; don't start throwing your life away. You have your entire future ahead of you." I sighed. Mother was always the soft pleading type while father was the hard imposing one. I didn't know what to say, I couldn't bear to displease my mother with what was really on my mind. Father, on the other hand…

"I agree." Father cut in. "Why exactly are you doing this? I do hope it's just a phase." He crossed his arms over his broad chest and looked at me expectantly.

"I…" I really didn't know what to say…Should I tell them that I lost my virginity at 15, do drugs, get into fights, and have bad grades?

Hell no.

My parents believed in sex after marriage, purity of the body and mind. Purity of anything, I don't have.

"Well Sasuke?" I sighed and looked away. Saying nothing was better than saying something and getting them mad.

Father nodded.

"Alright then. If that is the way you want it, so be it Sasuke. You are excused." I nodded and left without another word.

--Control.

I woke up the next morning feeling more drained than usual. I climbed out of my bed groggily, stalking to my bathroom for a shower. I lingered in the shower longer than I do every other day, but I knew I had to go to school. I wrapped a white towel around my waist and starred at myself in the mirror. I sighed and opened the medicine cabinet, searching around for my eyeliner.

What the hell…

Where is it!?

I also noticed that my pain killers, sleeping pills, and other medications, were also gone.

After looking for the 5th time, I gave up. It wasn't there. I trudged into my room, heading for the closet. Pulling open the door, I lazily looked through my clothes. Then I noticed something odd. Flipping hangers frantically, I realized my eyes weren't playing tricks on me. A majority of my clothes were gone! All my wife beaters, leather, gothic, or and all the rest of my even slightly suggestive clothes were gone! All of them!

Rushing back into my room, I looked and my little box where I kept my body rings, and it was also empty too. This obviously wasn't a coincidence, but only one last way to check. Throwing open my top nightstand drawer, that kept my cigarettes, condoms, lube, and a few other dirty things, was empty.

Totally bare.

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

Where the hell did all my stuff go!? Itachi knew better to go in my room!...

Oh no…

My parents…they couldn't have…

They did.

I sat there, on my bed, for a couple of moments, in total shock. I sighed and let my head droop. They probably tore apart my room while I was asleep. But what about Itachi? Maybe they forced him to do it. But then he probably wouldn't have touched my drawer, but it was vacant. I heaved another long breath before going back to my closet, putting on the clothes I forgot that I even had.

I stalked downstairs, where my family was having breakfast. I refused to look at anyone as a plunked down in a chair. I was in a bad mood, and they knew that they were responsible.

"Good morning, Sasuke." Mother greeted cheerfully. I glared at her resentfully.

"Sasuke…" Father warned. I only grunted in response, and poked at my eggs boredly with my chopsticks.

Growing tired of my breakfast, I announced I was leaving for school. "Not so fast, Sasuke." I sat back down.

Damn. So close.

"After finding such disturbing objects in your room last night," Did he just admit it!? That's an invasion of privacy! "I'm starting to wonder about your school performance since you have time for such…Time consuming activities."

"Father—"

"Speaking of which, I want to talk to you about—"

"Fugaku. Let's do one thing at a time." Mother spoke up. Father paused, and then nodded.

"We are having a conference with your principal today, and you will attend. Understand?" I sighed and 

looked away before grumbling an answer.

After breakfast, my parents drove me to school. How embarrassing. What 17 year olds still get driven to school by their parents? It was past first bell, thankfully, and the halls were vacant. I followed behind them to the principal's office, a place I have become a regular at.

Respectfully knocking at the door before entering, Father and Mother took a seat in front of Tsunade's large desk. Tsunade was a skinny woman with a chest as large as hibernating bear cubs. She had honey-colored eyes, and blonde hair. She looked like a softie, but she was far from it. She could be pure evil sometimes. I took the seat in the corner, not wanting to be near my parents.

"Ahh, Uchiha-san, it's so nice to finally meet you!" she smiled politely. "I understand that you are here concerning you son's school performance." They both nodded. I sighed irritably; Tsunade was only going to tell them the worst, to make me look bad.

"Oh, where to start," she said wistfully.

"His behavior." Mother proposed. Tsunade snapped her fingers. "Ah, yes. His behavior."

"Sasuke has only shown his peers and teachers with the utmost disrespect. He feels that he controls everything, and no one can tell him what to do. He had gotten into several fights on school grounds, three of which he was suspended for. He uses vile language to teachers, his peers and even to me. We here at Konoha Hall feel that he should take anger management classes or get some type of help."

Father sent me a glare. Like I told you, she only says the bad things.

"His grades could be a little better. He does his school work when he wants to, and actually does pretty well. Another interesting thing is that he is often found engaging in sexual activities during school hours. Places such as hallways, empty classrooms, bathrooms, just about anywhere. This, of course, is taken very seriously. Such things distort a healthy learning environment. And his clothing is also quiet suggestive, and young men with piercings are prohibited, but he refuses to take them out." She took a big sigh. During all this mother and father just nodded, and continually sent me disappointing glances and glares.

"Is there something the school can do or do we have to find outside help?" Father asked. Tsunade looked thoughtfully at her hands.

"Konoha Hall does support a student recreation plan for students like Sasuke. It's usually successful, and results show almost immediately. It's called the 'LifeSaver' program." She looked in her desk and handed my father a pamphlet.

"In this program, students who took a summer course to be LifeSavers, influence students to be the best they can. The LifeSavers act as their friends, positively influencing them to make life choices. It's been shown that our LifeSaver program works more efficiently than counseling." Father looked over the brochure, obviously impressed, and handed it to mother. She looked at it, and nodded, also impressed.

"If the LifeSaver program fails is there another choice?" she asked. Tsunade nodded.

"There is, but we try to avoid this." She said turning to look at me. "It's a non-school sponsored program that simulates being placed in that position at the end of the wrong road." She stared at me hard.

"Jail." That word seemed to hit me like a ton of bricks. If this stupid LifeSaver thing didn't work, they'd put me in jail?

"It's actually a juvenile center. He would be treated as if he committed a crime and sent there. This program is more forceful than we'd like, but this often snaps them out of it." Father nodded.

"If the LifeSaver program fails, that's what we'll have to resort to."

"Ah, so you would like to enroll Sasuke into our LifeSaver program, I see." She walked over to a tall file cabinet, pulling out a form. "Please fill this out." She handed it to father. While he was doing that, she looked in a folder that was marked "LS Mentors" on the tab.

"Hmm…Ah yes, perfect." She pulled out a piece of paper.

"We're lucky; one of our best mentors is open." She handed mother a different folder.

"His name is Uzumaki Naruto." I looked up, surprised. Naruto was going to be my LifeSaver?

"He likes to get personal with his patients, so he's the most effective." Personal? I almost smirked. Mother and Father were both pleased.

She sat back behind her desk, and clicked on her microphone.

"Uzumaki Naruto please report to the principal's office immediately. Uzumaki Naruto please report to the principal's office immediately." Only a few minutes later, the door was suddenly opened.

Naruto's POV.

"Yo, Tsunade, you called for me…?" I looked around to room to see Sasuke, and two other people. They looked like him…Where these his parents!?

No one had ever seen Sasuke's parents and he never talked about them, so most assumed they were deceased.

But, they weren't, obviously. His parent's had bits and pieces of him blended into one.

"Yes, Naruto-kun, I did." I looked in Sasuke's father's hands to see to LifeSaver program brochure between his fingers.

Oh no…

PLEASE don't assign me as Sasuke's LifeSaver…

Please…

"Uzumaki Naruto, your new assignment is to be Uchiha Sasuke's LifeSaver."

The bastard smirked at me, and I felt everything fall.

--Control.

I'm gonna be tweaking this for a while, like changing Naruto's personality. Someone told me he shouldn't be super girl, and for some reason, that hit me deep, when I usually brush things off. So I hope you don't mind!