Infinitives

Flibber T. Gibbet

Rating: T

Disclaimer: Well, my birthday is coming up... Is the ownership of Naruto too much to ask?

Warnings: eventual SasuNaru, AU, "bad words", uhm... and crappy writing

Notes: I have finally gathered the courage to write another multichap fic. My other multichap fic, The Companion, will be updated... sometime... But I promise I haven't abandoned it yet! It's the least I can do for Inu'sEars. However, if she deletes her fics, The Companion will be deleted too.

But this is all beside the point. Except for the fact that this first chapter is dedicated to InuyashasEars. -hugs-

You get yet another badly written, OOC high school fic from me! I totally blame my school for this idea. I'm sick of learning about infinitives in Spanish class. I mean forget learning about them in something like... say, English? Spanish?! With my psycho, sadistic teacher!

It's still not my birthday (I'm still only 13! Wah!) and I still haven't replied to reviews. I'm an awful, terrible, horrible, evil person who doesn't deserve to live.

I will really try to reply to some this weekend, but all this homework is killing me. -dies-

Will shut up now and ramble more at the end.

Read and hopefully enjoy?

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To Hate

It was a typical summer morning, birds were chirping, the sun was shining, and all was well.

Yeah right.

It was a typical summer morning, cars were honking and polluting the air, the sun was frying Konoha in a pan for breakfast, and two boys were yelling at each other for no apparent in front of their high school.

Now all was well.

"I'll stop calling you a dobe when you stop acting like one, dobe," said a tall boy who was mostly hidden under the shade of a broad tree.

His shorter companion growled, his tanned face contorting into a scowl. His fierce expression was slightly marred by the sweat dripping down his face. Instead of standing in the shade of the tree with the taller boy, he had opted to stand under the sun, a decision he now regretted, feeling the hot rays beating down against the back of his neck. "You're such a bastard!"

Only those new to the Konoha school system bothered to even spare the two boys a second glance on their way inside and once they found out what had happened, they rolled their eyes and hurried to class so as not to be late for their class on the first day of school.

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Inside the building, many pairs of devoted eyes carefully scrutinized the two boys through a newly cleaned window. These devoted eyes belonged to an equally devoted fan club for one of the two boys.

"Naruto is so stupid," complained a blonde girl. "Sasuke-kun shouldn't have to be bothered by him every day."

Murmurs of assent responded behind her. Next to the blonde stood a pink haired girl. She was in the precarious position of being the best friend of one boy and in love with the other. She just stared intently through the glass, hoping neither of them started a fight before the school year actually started. She hated having to clean up Naruto's wounds, though the vertically challenged, tanned teen tended to heal with surprising speed.

The five minute warning bell rang noisily throughout the school and students hurried to their class. The pink haired girl glanced out the window one last time at the boys who showed no sign of stopping their argument for school or anything or anyone else.

Sighing, she tugged on the sleeve of the blonde girl next to her, "C'mon, Ino, we better get to class before we're late."

"Yeah, let's go, Sakura." The two girls walked through the locker lined hallway to their first period class.

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"Dobe," Sasuke called out, but Naruto continued his forceful rant about accidents, bastards, and the injustice of it all. The warning bell echoed as a backdrop. "Dobe!"

"What?!" asked Naruto testily, furious at the interruption.

"You're going to be late."

"You are too!" exclaimed Naruto, comforted by the fact that if he was going to be late, that Sasuke would be going down with him.

Sasuke smirked and sprinted towards the double doors of Konoha High School's main entrance.

"Teme!" yelled the blonde boy, racing to beat Sasuke to class.

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According to Naruto, apparently the gods favored bastards. And Sasuke would do nothing to deny those accusations.

Because, as Naruto would point out, except for divine intervention, there was no way that the final bell would ring just as Sasuke entered the classroom on time, making Naruto, who was mere inches behind him, late.

But that was exactly what happened. The two boys ran up three flights of stairs and sprinted down the hallway to their first class of the day. Sasuke had just entered the classroom, his face flushed from the exercise, when the bell rang. Naruto came rushing in behind him and ran into Sasuke, both boys falling to the ground. Another scuffle would have started if it had not been for their teacher pulling them apart.

"Sasuke-kun, good timing." Sasuke smirked victoriously and Naruto growled. Their teacher continued blithely, "Naruto-kun, you're late."

Naruto launched into a furious protest but was shushed by their teacher. "Since today is the first day, I'll cut you some slack. But, please don't make a habit of being tardy to my class, Naruto-kun."

A voice piped up in the background. "It's not like you're always on time, Kakashi-sensei. In fact, this is the first time you've been on time!"

Their teacher, known for his prematurely silver hair and his mask that covered his entire face excepting for his right eye, smiled, his visible eye forming a curve. "Do what I say, not as I do, or something like that. Isn't that right, Kiba-kun?"

Kiba grumbled something that could have been taken as an agreement as Sasuke and Naruto chose their seats.

Out of the six empty seats that were spread across the room, the two boys chose the two that were both right next to each and the farthest from Kakashi-sensei.

It had always been like that for the past eight years. When Sasuke was in third grade, Naruto had moved to Konoha, and the two had formed a rivalry that was closer than most friendships. Through the years, their classmates had had to deal with the both of them and now, with their junior year of high school just starting, their dysfunctional relationship was one of the constants in everyone's life.

Kiba, who sat in front of Naruto, turned around and grinned. "Good to see you're still alive, man."

"You saw me this past weekend! It's just…" Naruto paused, which day of the week it was completely leaving his brain.

"Tuesday, dobe," supplied Sasuke, who was sitting to the left of Naruto. To his right were the windows.

"Don't interrupt, teme! Don't you know it's rude?" This exchange had occurred with Sasuke staring out the windows and Naruto still facing Kiba. Naruto continued, "It's Tuesday! Why would I be dead?"

Kiba tilted his head to Sasuke. "You're usually pretty beat up after he kicks your ass." Only the spiky hair of Sasuke's bluish black hair was visible, so no one caught the smug smirk on his face.

"He... You... My ass is never kicked!" Naruto's voice grew from a heated whisper to an angry cry.

"That's comforting to know, Naruto-kun, even though I'm sure Sasuke-kun would beg to differ," replied Kakashi.

"I was just trying to get to class and he ran into me-" Naruto exclaimed.

"He ran into me," corrected Sasuke, still facing the window.

"Stop lying, teme! And then he called me a dobe and-"

"The only out-of-school assignment that will be required in this class will be a journal in which you will write one infinitive describing your school day and a small entry elaborating. There are no other restrictions about topic or language used." Kakashi had tuned out the blonde, as had most of the class, and started explaining the year-long project. "Please show some form of creativity; don't use the same infinitive every day. Some repetition is allowed, though. And please keep it up to date, as I will be taking it up periodically to check your work."

"More like, whenever you remember to," retorted Sakura. Kakashi smiled again. His students knew that behind the laziness, he was one of the best teachers out there, making sure his students learned about the English language and retained that knowledge.

He added one last thing before returning to his infamous orange book, "Nothing too personal has to be divulged as I will be reading them. However, if you want to tell me what you did last summer... make sure you choose an appropriate infinitive!"

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To Hate

I hate that bastard.

Uzumaki Naruto, 1/8/07

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Still a horribly short chapter. The chapters might get longer, but I'm not going to promise anything.

To clear up any confusion, I have no idea where this takes place. You have the Japanese suffixes and the "teme" and "dobe" and such, but all the school stuff is taken from my experience of American high schools. So, I'll just leave it up to you.

The chapters will probably be in third person POV, but at the end of the chapter, the jounal entry will alternate between Naruto and Sasuke. I'll put whose entry it will be in the chapter title.

And the date is in the day/month/year format. Why, I don't know.

Uhm... what else... I'm still 13... I have my laptop... Oh yeah!

It's soooo HOT here... I mean, it's passed a hundred for the past two weeks. I like the winter so much better...

I have a two inch or so burn on my left elbow-ish area where the hot iron fell on me. It blistered and then it popped and now it's all crusty and yellow and oozy. Pretty gross... I'm such a dork...

And anyone care to tell me some notable European (but they can't be Greek) mathematicians? We have this project in geometry and I have no idea where to start...

Sigh.

I really tend to talk too much, don't I?

I'm so sorry! Must put forth more effort into writing better stories and replying to reviews instead of extending my notes to preposterous lengths!

-grin-

Oh, and please review if this deserves a review!

her uke

ftg.