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Chapter 1: Student-Teacher

Student: Uzumaki Naruto

"Naruto… Will you please wake up!!"

I heard a voice, waking me from my sweet slumber. I cracked my eye open; only to be welcomed by a face that were mere inches in front of me. He was fair skinned with brown hair that was pulled back by a ponytail. His demure personality gave off a calm atmosphere, despite of the huge scar he had across his face. He was already dressed in a white Oxford with a tie slung around his neck. This person is my "dad", Umino Iruka.

"Naruto… Ah, finally you're awake. It's your first day of school. Kakashi and I had already made the arrangements. You're going to meet with Tsunade-sama, the principal. Be nice, Naruto. This is the fourth school you're going to be transferred to. I don't want you to cause anymore trouble. Please Naruto…"

"Yeah, yeah… I heard you. Now, do you mind? I want to dress up and get ready for school."

"Naruto! Don't you use that kind of tone on me!"

"Hai… Wakarimashita… Oyaji-sama…" The boy said sarcastically

Iruka sighed in defeat. He exited the room and closed the door shut. You're probably wandering who I am. Well, the name's Uzumaki Naruto, son of Namikaze Minato and Uzumaki Kushina. Where are they, you asked? They're dead, buried six feet under the ground. They died in a car crash when they were driving me back from my soccer game when I was in grade school. I blame myself for their deaths. If it wasn't for that stupid game, they wouldn't have died. Since then, I shunned myself to the world, never to open up my heart to anyone else.

I stood up and faced the full length mirror. I was standing a good 5'9. My muscles are well defined and my rock hard abs is something to brag about. I took off my shirt and looked at the tattoo that was still etched on my abdomen. It was a big spiral in the middle of my torso- a sign that I am already labeled and owned by a gang.

Back then, I joined a gang in my former school named "Akatsuki." People feared the said gang. The organization was led and moderated by the alumni of the school- the most powerful bearing the pen name of "Mangekyo." I never knew him and never met him. I thought everything was going smoothly since I did every errand I was asked to. But I was gravely mistaken. One day, I was held by another gang called "ANBU" and was tortured to spill the secrets of the Akatsuki. My body gave in and eventually, I said the deepest and darkest secrets of the organization I've sworn to. I knew my life ended there. The Akatsuki found out about my slip-up and marked me with this tattoo. This means that I am to be hunted down by the Akatsuki for not keeping my blabber mouth shut. Well, at least I'm still alive now. That's what counts.

I got my uniform and wore it lazily. It consisted of a white Oxford, black slacks and a blood red blazer that bored the symbol of Konoha High on the left breast side pocket. There was supposed to be a tie, but I really hated them, so I just slipped it into my book back. I took a last look at myself. Blonde spiked hair that defies gravity and cerulean blue eyes that mirrored boredom. Yes, I was bored with my life. And I can't wait to end it.

I ran down to the kitchen where Iruka was already plating the newly cooked sunny side up eggs. On the dinning table is his lover, Hatake Kakashi. He had spiked up white hair with some of it covering his eyes. Actually, no one ever saw that side of Kakashi's face. We only know that his other eye color is black. As for the other one, that remains to be seen. He always likes to wear Oxfords and leaving the top two buttons undone, but I couldn't figure out his undergarment. I mean, who wears skin fit undies that goes up to the bridge of the nose, covering up part of his face. Come on! Can't he have a little style?

"Ohayou, blondie…" Kakashi greeted

"Shut up, echi…" I spat back

"Naruto! Watch your tongue. Remember he and I will be your teachers for the year. We'll be watching you closely… Better be careful…" Iruka spat

I forgot to tell. Iruka and Kakashi are dating each other. They met in Konoha High, both being teachers in the said academy. Iruka taught English while Kakashi Chemistry. One day, there were friends. The next thing I knew, they were already going out. I felt sick every time they snuggle and snog each other. Like now…

"Ugh! Get a room, will you? I'm heading out." Naruto grimaced

"You know how to get there?" Kakashi asked, out of pure concern. Maybe

"I'll take a cab."

I grabbed a slice of toasted bread before I headed out of the enormous house. There was one thing about me that attracted the attention of everybody. The name "Uzumaki" is always equivalent to "filthy rich". My biological father is the head of a huge chain of restaurants, hotels, telecommunication networks, and a whole lot more. 40 of Japan's income is being circulated by our family. Since he died, my grandfather, Jiraiya, is keeping everything intact as to not mess up the whole company. He said he'll manage the company until I finished college. Che… As if I'd really finish it…

I called a cab over and it stopped right in front of me. I almost yelled at the driver for nearly running over my foot before I told him to drive to Konoha High. As I stepped out of the cab, I wandered around the huge building. It was indeed a prestigious private school. First thing in my agenda is to find that damned principal, Tsunade. I pulled a random kid by his tie and looked at him straight in the eye.

"Kid, where's the principal's office?" My piercing blue eyes seemed to have scared the shit out of him

"Second floor, third door on the right. You'll never miss it… Please don't hurt me…" The kid said, shielding his face from me.

I scoffed and dropped the kid to the floor, which quickly stood up and ran away from me. I slowly made my way to the second floor, only to be blocked by a group of male students. One had unruly brown hair with two red tattoos that went down to each check, one had a black, coconut shell-shaped hair that seemed to have been polished, one had a short hair pulled back in a tight ponytail with a piercing on each ear, one had an extremely long hair with white eyes, one had a hoodie that kept his face blocked and his eyes shielded by a pair of dark glasses and the last one was a tubby that had two stupid marks on each cheek. Great, just what I need. A bunch of clowns.

"Move, you're in my way." I spat. All of them had their eyes fixated on me.

"Watch your mouth, punk!" The guy with the two red tattoo marks said

I just shoved them aside, walking right in the middle. They seemed to be surprised at my rash behavior and I felt their eyes pierce through me. It won't bother me that much. I knew I could take them on. I then walked to the principal's office, opening the door without knocking. There, seated a busty, blonde woman with two eyes that threw daggers at me.

"Who the fuck are you and don't you know how to knock?" She bellowed

"Uzumaki Naruto. I'm new…"

"Ah… Umino Iruka's son… Welcome… Welcome to Konoha High…"

Teacher: Uchiha Sasuke

I walked into my condominium unit my family provided for me. This week is really rough on me. Three sleepless nights just because of my job that drove me crazy. I never really wanted to do this anyway. It's a drag. But hey, the pay is good and it could sustain my every want and every need. Let's not indulge in the "need" part just yet. My phone suddenly rang and I answered it with a grumpy voice.

"What?!"

"Sharingan… We have received word that you have finished your mission. We congratulate you and please stand by for your next mission. The money will be transferred to your bank account. With this, have a nice day."

Nice day my ass, stupid Itachi. Thanks to this mission my chokutō(1) was stained, with worthless blood. I groaned loudly in frustration as I stripped out of my bloodstained clothes and entered the shower. A quick warm bath really does wonders to my sore muscles. Yeah, I've been feeling sore all week and my body is crying for sweet slumber.

I am, by the way, Uchiha Sasuke. I work as a teacher in Konoho High school as an Algebra professor. Don't get me wrong. I'm not old. I'm 23, for Pete's sake. I just happened to skip a few years and got my diploma faster. But that's my daytime job. At night, I work for the organization "Akatsuki." People think that it's only a gang in a high school called Root Academy (in which I am a graduate) and recruited high school student. But this organization is manned by underground kings, doing missions from assassination to robbery or body guarding. I specialize on assassination. There is only one reason why. My niisan, Itachi, is one of the kings on the organization and he specializes on spy works. Naturally, I don't want to be his shadow.

"Mataku…"

I stepped out of the shower, with a towel around my waist. It was already 6 o'clock in the morning and I have to be ready in an hour. One hour is a lot of time. Maybe I could relax for a bit. I went into the bedroom and dressed into a pair of black slacks and white button up shirt with a red necktie. I face the mirror and brushed my hair, grabbing a ton of gel and slabbing in onto the back of my locks, spiking it up. After I was satisfied with my looks, I headed out to where my blade laid. I took it in my hands and unsheathed it. The blade was covered in blood as my reflection stared back at me.

"Throw your emotions, Sasuke."

My niisan's voice echoed in my mind. He brutally trained me until I lost every bit of emotion I had. No hate, no anger, no sadness, no happiness, no love. I was like a machine that the organization used to do their dirty job. The truth is, I wanted my niisan dead. He murdered our parents to get their insurance money to use for his own greediness. Despite the fact that he's the favorite son, he brutally butchered them and the only word they cried was "Itatchi."

"I'm going to kill you soon, niisan… Just you wait…"

After I finished wiping off the blood off the blade of my beloved sword, I went to the kitchen and decided to prepare some breakfast. The easiest, of course, was bacon and eggs. I got the pan and poured some oil, cracking two eggs on it while placing four slices of bacon on top of the egg. It didn't take long before my breakfast cooked. I plated it and ate on the counter, getting myself some orange juice on the way. I took the folder that was lazily placed beside my plate.

"Great. Paperwork… Hmm? Hello… Why is Umino's papers here?"

Future Goals. Essay on what I would be ten years from now.

"What a childish theme!"

But my curiosity thirsted to look into the folder. I wondered how these idiotic kids looked at life. I scanned on the work. Some had superb penmanship, many were only scribbles and a few were unreadable. I then picked at random three papers that caught my eye. First was Haruno Sakura's work. Next was Inuzuka Kiba's and lastly was Yamanaka Ino.

Haruno Saukura:

Ten years from now, I would be a successful doctor who is able to treat the sick and cure impossible diseases. I might be relocated to Europe or America, but I know I'll come back to my home town to help the people here. Also, I imagine myself married to Uchiha Sasuke (sensei) and we will have four beautiful children that will take up their father's steps and will grow up to be bright and outstanding men in the future…

"That was a piece of shit." I mused

Inuzuka Kiba:

I would be a dog breeder ten year from now. I'll open up a business selling cross breed dogs, vitamins, medicines and even a school for dogs. I really love dogs and I wanted to be with them when I grow up… And to beat out the living hell out of our algebra teacher, Uchiha Sasuke-sensei…

"Why won't you marry a dog instead, dog breath?"

Yamanaka Ino:

I will be a successful florist and surpass my family and that forehead girl, Haruno Sakura. Obviously, I would be married to Uchiha Sasuke-sensei and have lots and lots of children. I am sure this is what I would be ten years from now. I can't wait to grow up…

"Why am I in all the essays? Reading these is a waste of time! I'll just return these when we meet in the teacher's lounge."

I got up and went to the sink to throw my now empty plate. It was already 6:45- ample time to drive to school. I got my car and house keys and locked the door as I made my way out. Walking through the parking, I spotted my perfect black Porsche. I took a moment to study its sleek figure before I got in and drove to Konoha High. I was welcomed by a barrage of female students, who only got a cold shoulder from me. The heck, I had no time for it.

"Uchiha-sensei!! Uchiha-sensei!!" A voice called from afar

"What is it?" I asked, quite sternly

"Tsunade-sama is looking for you…"

"Did she say why?"

"Iie…"

"Ah… Arigatou…"

After sending the student off, I walked to the second floor to the principal's office. I almost lost my head and clothes during the long walk there. I knew I could avoid them, but it would gather too much attention and I might overdo it. If Itachi found out I'm using my extra-ordinary skills in normal settings, he'd surely flip. Not that I care about his opinion, but my back account would freeze and would only mean no money. I just have to bear with his hell… For now.

I wondered what Tsunade-sama wants…

Author's Note:

1. According to Wiki, that's the sword Sasuke wielded.

So... First chappie done... First person POV is only used for this one... Well, that's what I have decided... The remaining chapters will be in the third person...

Review everyone!! I hope you liked the first chapter.

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