A/N: First thing I've ever written and actually allowed people to read. Please tell me if you like it, constructive criticism is always welcomed, but if you seriously hate it, just don't read it. OH! And if you like it tell me, and I'll upload another chapter! Any ideas for pairings?

WARNINGS: THE RATING MAY EVENTUALLY GO UP WITH LATER CHAPTERS. ALSO! FOUL LANGUAGE IS A MUST!

Disclaimer: I have never owned Naruto. It belongs to a master genius, and I am only a pawn. The idea also isn't very original, but oh well!

Chapter I

He was lonely.

Yes, he managed to convince himself that it didn't matter, that he didn't care, but deep down he knew the truth. He was lonely.

He looked at his reflection in the mirror. His natural dark-tinted-blue hair that was spiked with gel in the back and the silky strands framing his pale face looked back at him. Blacker than a starless night sky eyes looked back at him. A slender pale neck looked back at him.

The teen was dressed in baggy black cargo jeans, and a long sleeve shirt underneath a T-shirt, both black, but the T-shirt was faded. It was his favourite, and it said in Greek: I'm Watching You. And his shoes; they were his brother's favourite ones, his Converse. It pained the boy to look at them, and while he was he remembered.

The entire clan was together for a wedding for a distant cousin or something. Sasuke was in a fowl mood because his father had just chewed him out for not getting all his homework done before they left that morning. Even though he was first in his class, he would never as good as Itachi. So he was happy to go to the store for some ice when his brother asked him.

Walking back to the party, he heard a loud boom, and a rumbling began form the direction of the party. When he got to the hotel, it was engulfed in flames. Windows blew out and he was in such a shock he didn't feel the glass cutting across his cheek. He didn't feel the medics checking him.

He was in a daze for days, and he only came out when a social worker came to talk to him, telling him there were no survivors. Telling him they (the lawyers) had gone over the wills and he was entitled to all of it, the millions of his entire family, when he turned eighteen. Telling him since he had applied to go to a school far away weeks ago, that instead of going next year, he would be transferred to spend the remaining of his freshman year at Konoha High. Telling him he was leaving in a week, and the family lawyer would take care of everything, his finances, where he was to live, and all the like.

And then he was back, sitting in his new room of his new home in front of the mirror. He cringed at the thought of leaving for school in a few moments. He was found an apartment close enough to the school to walk there, even when it was raining.

He sighed, cranking his iPod, grabbed his bag and headed for the door.

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"Who's the new kid?" the energetic blond asked the kid next to him, who was apparently sleeping. First period history class started twenty minutes ago and their teacher still hadn't shown up. Which wasn't unusual, he was constantly late.

Said new kid was silently reading a book, his foot noiselessly tapping the floor in a beat only he could hear. He could tell the blond boy was talking about him; he wasn't that quiet while talking.

"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!" the blond cried at his lazy friend. But before the groggy boy could answer the teacher finally decided to drop in. A mane of silver hair, kept in place by what –nobody knew- and his neck and lower face covered by a turtle neck and scarf, was what your eyes immediately went to when you looked at the history teacher.

"I'm so sorry I was late, my car broke down, then a black cat crossed my path, then…" the teacher trailed off looking curiously at the new addition to his class. "And who may you be… OH! That's right! You're the new kid! Uhm…" the teacher began shuffling papers on his desk, clearly looking for something. He almost squealed like a kid when he apparently found the paper he was looking for. "Uchiha Sasuke, I presume? Hatake Kakashi at your service. Stand up, stand up, and tell us what brings you to Konoha?"

"Guess that answers your question, huh Naruto?" the lazy boy whispered in the blond's ear. A noisy 'HMPH!" was all he got in answer as he laid his head once more on his arms to get ready for a nap.

The object of everyone's attention focused when he slowly stood up, sliding his book closed in the process. A few girls in the class swooned, and some just gasped, when they finally noticed the incredibly attractive teen in the back of the room. He was most certainly not going to tell anyone the real reason why he was here, that he had nowhere else to go. He said not loud, but not soft, and carefully, "Change of scenery," with not a hint of emotion. And then he slowly, but purposefully, sat down again.

"Alright! Now let's get on with the lesson, I assume you have a course study and a syllabus for the remaining part of the year?" He directed at the new boy. Said boy nodded, and Hatake began the lesson by shoving a book at him, then firing off questions about the reading. Questions in which the new boy could answer easily, because he had already learned this material earlier. His knowledge even surprised the teacher into assigning no homework for that evening when the bell rang.