Disclaimer: I do not own anything Naruto but if I did, oh what fun I would have with SasuNaru.

Warnings: Language, sexual situations

Pairings: SasuNaru

Author's Note: First story on this site, enjoy and feedback is appreciated

Chapter 1

Running out of options was something the blonde rarely encountered. But damn it all, if he wasn't making this difficult! Giving one last ditch effort, he kneeled in front of the desk and whimpered.

Shikamaru let out a heavy sigh, looking boredly up into his friend's eyes. The boy was making the puppy-dog look, clearly desperate for the other's help.

"No."

Help the jackass was refusing to provide.

"Ah, come on man!" Naruto hoisted himself up onto the desk, grabbing the boy's shoulders and shaking him vigorously. "Please, Shikamaru, please! I don't wanna go! I don't wanna do it!!"

"Do what?" a voice interjected.

The two looked over and peered at the interruption. Kiba stood a foot or so away, arms crossed, observing them with a hint of curiosity. Usually Naruto would be happy for his besty's appearance, but there was a reason he went to Shikamaru instead this time. Kiba was notorious for degrading people; any chance he got, he'd laugh right in your face.

"Naruto's mad because he's going into a reform program," Shikamaru announced.

"WHAT? Dude, are you serious?" Kiba gave his friend an incredulous look.

Naruto released Shikamaru and promptly focused his energy on the new brunette, "NO! It's some kind of retarded delinquent program. Fucking Kakashi is making me do it!"

"Sure, sure," Kiba waved him off, failing to hide his delight. "So what's the deal? You gotta go to some kind of institution now?"

"NO!" Naruto twitched at the obvious teasing. He hated being teased.

"Who's going to an institution?" Chouji had sauntered up, munching on a bag of chips and eager to join in.

"No one!"

"But I thought you said-,"

"Naruto is," Kiba grinned. "It's for retarded delinquents."

"IT IS NOT!"

"Eh, how'd you get into that?"

"I'M NOT!"

"But-,"

"LOOK!" Naruto folded his arms, shooting the others an indignant glare. "All I know is that Kakashi said because of my grades and trips to the dean's, that he had no choice but to put me into the program. Key words: no choice. It's like extended community service is all."

"Then what are you asking for help from Shika for?"

"Becauuuuuuuuse, he's, like, super smart! He could make up some excuse for me to skip today!"

This earned him a snort. "Nice, dumbass, wait until the day of to try and do something."

"Oh SHUT UP!"

It was at that moment the bell rang and the teacher entered. As they retreated to their assigned seats, Chouji seemed satisfied with the explanation, but Kiba continued to snicker. He'd take care of that later.

Right now he had other things to worry about.

Like Time for Teens.

It was basically some kind of juvenile detention. Kakashi, the school councilor, had called him into his office last week and informed him that due to his academic and personal fallbacks he was being placed in a "reach-out" program to help knock that habit out of him.

Good fucking luck.

They hadn't put him in anything like this and now, during his last year of high school, they gathered together and said to themselves, "Oh, hey, that Uzumaki kid is about ready to graduate. He should have problems deep-rooted in him by now; let's celebrate by taking 3 hours a week and making him study harder at a different location! Whoopee!!!"

For God's sake, what help did he need? He had it made in high school! He was popular, well-liked (because God knows those don't coincide), and drop-dead gorgeous. With thick, spiked blonde hair and a tanned muscular body combined with his blessed face, he was easily one of, if not the, most desired males in Konoha.

Sure, he wasn't dating, but why worry about that? Just the knowledge anyone would date him was a good enough excuse to avoid that headache. Besides, most of his time was spent on his athleticism; he was an asset in both football and basketball, though not a captain in either.

But that didn't bother him.

Because he knew he could accomplish anything he really wanted.

He was Uzumaki Naruto after all.

So when the teacher called on him and reprimanded him for being unprepared, that's what he told himself. Because the teacher was an ass. And he didn't listen to assholes.

The first four classes passed rather quickly, ending with PE and leading into Naruto's favorite hour, lunch. He quickly found his friends taking up one of the round tables and plopped down next to Chouji, already half way through his own meal. He glanced around the hall, spotting Shikamaru and Kiba getting their lunches but realized one of his friends was still missing.

He turned to Chouji, "Ne, where's Gaara at?"

His friend only shrugged, not once looking up from stuffing his face. Naruto figured that was all he'd be getting from the muncher and unwrapped his own food. He hadn't even sunk his teeth into his sandwich before a cruel hand whapped him up side his head. The senior lurched forward, gracefully plastering his face into his meal. He could hear Chouji laughing and slowly lifted his head, his sandwich sticking to his face until he was almost fully erect, then choosing to fall into his lap, spilling everywhere.

Someone was going to die.

"Yo, Naruto!" said boy slowly turned, radiating murder, and locked eyes with none other than Hatake Kakashi. The man's eye gleamed. That's right, eye. He had some kind of bandage on his face to cover what he claims was an injury caused by a 15 foot anaconda. Whatever.

"Kakashi," growled Naruto. "What the hell was that for?"

"Silly boy, I told you last week: you need to spend lunch in my office today so we can get started. ASAP. It's lunch time. Now go grab your books and meet me in my office," before the blonde could pummel the man, he was gone like a puff of smoke.

"God….DAMN IT! I'll kick his ass!" Naruto didn't even bother picking up the remnants of his food as he stormed past his friends and out of the cafeteria. Plotting murder the whole way down, he quickly made his way into the locker room where'd he'd left his back pack, for the sooner he reached the councilor, the sooner he could relieve his lust for murder.

He had just found his locker and pulled out his stuff when he heard a low moan coming from the shower area. It was at that moment he realized the water running. He was about to pass it off as someone just relaxing when he heard the moan again, this time accompanied by a low growl.

Now he was curious.

Ever so slowly, the boy crept around into the public showers and immediately caught sight of two sets of pale legs sticking out from behind one of the separation walls, hot steam rising all around. Always the inquisitive one, the whiskered teen couldn't help but inch over just a bit to see who the two were.

Needless to say, he wasn't the least surprised by what he saw.

There he lay, in all his naked glory, red hair drenched and toned back arched as he thrusted into the body beneath him. Gaara had obviously made a new friend, which would explain why Naruto hadn't seen him at all today. Gaara, the most masculine gay he'd ever met, was weirdly loyal for his type. He'd switch off a guy 3 times a month yet always waited until the relationship was officially ended to move on. He used to fish from the upperclassmen but now that they were seniors and he'd already been through their class, he started hunting outside school grounds. The boy below was no exception. It was definitely someone Naruto was sure he'd never seen.

Kids in the school usually had dark skin, tattoos or odd colored hair (or all three!) This guy had pale skin, even more so than Gaara's, with dark black hair and eyes. Naruto couldn't tell much beyond that due to the water. And Gaara.

He couldn't help himself as he let out a soft snort and leaned against the wall. "Enjoying yourself, Gaara?" he snickered. This was probably the ninth time he'd caught the red-head doing this; as he recalled, the previous encounter had been under the bleachers during a game.

The movement slowed but didn't stop as Gaara slowly turned to regard Naruto. But instead of him saying anything, his new boy toy glanced at the blonde, a smirk creasing his face.

"Yes, he is," he all but groaned. "Now leave."

That seemed to be good enough for Gaara, whose face remained impassive, as he turned his back on Naruto and increased his speed, the noises resuming at a higher volume. The Uzumaki scowled at the jerk but left nonetheless, not wanting to be around for the climactic finish.

-

Kakashi was patiently leaning in the back of his chair, nose buried in a bright orange book when Naruto entered. The student tossed his backpack on the floor and slumped into a chair, fixing the councilor with an angry glare. The silver haired man responded by lifting a large manila envelope from his desk and tossing it at the boy. Naruto caught it and opened the large packet, glowering at the numerous sheets inside.

"What's this supposed to be?"

"That is all the information for the program."

"EHH?!" the boy gaped, "But there's, like, a gazillion pages in here!"

"Yes, well, that's mainly just background information on the program, success stories, helpful hints, requirements and a copy of the contract I had you sign last time."

"Huh? Contract?" Naruto blinked. "I didn't sign any contract for this!"

"Yes, you did. I just made you think it was your athletic contract for the year. Which reminds me," Kakashi reached into his drawer and pulled out a sheet of paper. "Here's your athletic contract. Sign here, please."

"What?! You bastard, you tricked me!"

"Well of course, I did. How else would I get you to comply? Now, do you have any complaints or shall I let you know what you'll be doing?"

Naruto clenched a caramel-colored jaw. "You bet I have some complaints! Like why the hell am I being forced to do this?! And why did you wait till my SENIOR year?!"

"Because, Naruto!"Kakashi sighed and moved to the front of the desk. "You've shown no improvement in the last three years of counseling and quite frankly, you're an odd case."

Naruto huffed.

"You have wonderful people skills, but you're constantly fighting. You're very honest and open, but always playing pranks on everyone dumb enough to fall for one."

"Like you?"

"Anyway, you've just made no progress and seeing as it's your last year and I don't want you to repeat it or head out into the world with a less than reputable academic background, I decided to throw in a last ditch effort. Now, Naruto, you trust me, don't you?"

Said boy gaped. "Seriously?"

Kakashi was a bit surprised. "Of course, why?"

"Dude, are you even aware of how much you lie?"

"Oh, come now."

"You told me last week that you were late for our meeting because a four-legged piranha invaded your fruit basket."

"Five-legged. One leg was deformed, remember?"

"You're retarded."

"But seriously, Naruto," he stood. "When it comes down to it, do you or do you not trust my judgment?"

Naruto heaved a frustrated sigh. This guy could be so annoying. But when it came right down, he didn't know. He guessed… "Yeah. Kind of."

"Well, Naruto, I believe this program can help you as you prepare to face the world on your own. After this year, the state won't be held accountable for you. And this program has already made a difference around the world. Honestly. I read up on it and I would never suggest it to you if I thought it'd be a waste of time. OK?"

Naruto clicked his tongue, a sign Kakashi took as a 'fine'.

"Excellent! Now, head on up to the front desk and ask the receptionist for an address I handed her. It's for a private school not far from here. You'll be assigned a student from the honors program to help tutor you, so they'll explain the grounds for that over there. All you have to do is find the school and then find the councilor! Now off you go!" and with that, Kakashi was back behind the desk, doing what he does best.

"Enjoy your porn," Naruto growled as he closed the door behind him.

"Will do!"

The senior would be lying if he said he wasn't happy that being in the program let him skip out on his last 2 classes, even if it was to go to the private school for his next meeting.

All good things promptly stopped after that.

Apparently no students were allowed inside the school in street clothes unless during sanctioned events. The bitch at the reception desk nearly chomped his head off for it. So during the hour he had to sit and wait for whoever the hell was supposed to come get him, come get him, he had been snapped at to change into a proper uniform, been given one that didn't fit, been yelled at because it didn't fit, been given one that did, and then screeched at for not properly tying the tie.

Oh. My. God.

About 15 minutes after the stupid wench left, a man finally came up to verify if he was Uzumaki Naruto. The guy had silver hair pulled back in a pony tail, wore glasses, and had on a rather bright looking outfit complete with a pale blue dress shirt and neon pink tie. He introduced himself as Kabuto, the afternoon receptionist.

"So, you're here for the Time for Teens program?" he inquired.

"Uh, yeah… do you know where I go?"

The man gave an unusually pleasant smile, oddly contradicting the place he was standing in, chipper in his response, "Why certainly. You just follow that hall all the way to the end and take a left and keep going till you get to the third door on the right. Just walk right in!" he pointed to the designated hall and even wrote down the room number for the boy.

Uneasy from the shocking display of kindness, Naruto was only able to give an absent-minded nod before tottering off.

Well, that was weird.

But as it happens, all good things come to an end. Fate just wanted to disarm him for a moment, so he could be taken aback once again when the ugliness resumed. Not even a second after he stepped into the hall, the bell rang signaling the end of class. He, being a cursed soul in this hell hole, was passing a doorway during the shrill reminder and was immediately set upon by a mob of pressed suits and 40 pound backpacks.

He was pushed to and fro, smashed with boulders on straps and was ultimately squashed under the stampede. And as pleasant as it was to be crushed and bruised, Naruto wasn't entirely pissed at the freaks (who were trying to get to class on time). No. What pissed him off was that every single person thatran into him, every single one – glared accusingly at him as if he was the one stomping over their feet and pushing them into the walls.

"Mother – OW! Fu- OW!! Watch where the hell you're –GAHHH! going! OOMF! YOU JACKASS!!" the blonde wailed his fists and shoved through, yelling at anyone who was in hearing range.

One would think that walking from one end of a hall to the next would only take a few seconds, but with the globs of students forming a wall against him, it was taking him a few minutes that felt like a few hours that would scar him for a few years. He finally squeezed through the last of them, so far without incident, when fate decided to ruin him…again.

He got caught between two exceptionally large guys and their even bigger backpacks, right before the corner he needed to turn at. As he felt himself being pulled back with the two fatties, a wave of adrenaline and desperation welled up inside and he thrust out of the spot with all his might, rounding the corner with a jolt.

"HAHAHAWAHHHH!!!"

A jolt that collided with another jolt.

Naruto scrambled to his feet, rubbing his forehead in pain."OW! God damn it! Sor-," he was cut off by a folder 'thwapping' his face.

A very pissed jolt.

Sprawled disgracefully on the ground before him, surrounded by books and notebooks with papers falling out and jacket hanging off the shoulders, was a fuming brunette. He had pitch black hair, pale skin and black eyes. At least he thought they were black; the boy must've been seeing red, 'cause he could've sworn he saw it there too. He was practically seething. The glare he was sending him radiated such an intense heat of anger, Naruto needed to double-check to make sure he hadn't spontaneously combusted.

And suddenly he stopped and twitched as a though occurred to him. He finally had good reason to get into a fight with a snob and the reason was entirely his fault! Bloody HELL! Figures he'd run over the only fucking guy in the school who didn't carry all his shit in a 10 gallon bag! Damn damn damn!

"Oi, idiot!"

Idiot returned his attention to the boy he'd slammed into, who was in the process of dusting himself off. He paused in his movement to send a glare the teen's way. "You knocked my books down. So pick them back up."

Idiot gaped. "Wha- NO! You pick them up!" Naruto only realized after the fact that it was his fault and out of courtesy he usually did pick up what he spilled. Still, his pride at stake and an opportunity for a brawl before him, he stubbornly held his ground and the two engaged in an intense staring contest.

The man he stood his ground against was not at all pleased about his decision and demonstrated it by mumbling a "Fine", bending over to pick up a thick paperback book, and introducing the cover to the side of Naruto's head with a loud THUNK.

The poor boy didn't even have time to react and fell to the ground, unable even to catch himself.

"There," declared the brunette. "I picked up my share, dobe. Now pick up the rest."

Naruto felt any guilt for knocking the boy down vanish as he met the other's condescending stare with one of indignation. He leapt to his feet, "Why you son of a bitch! THAT HURT!"

"No shit, Sherlock. Now imagine a 200 pound dumbass smashing into you at full speed because he can't navigate around a backpack."

"OK, first of all," Naruto hissed, "I am not 200 pounds! And second of all," he grabbed the other's collar for more emphasis, "It was two backpacks!"

The raven-haired boy smirked, "Well, for you, I can see how that might seem quite a feat."

"WHY YOU-,"

"Hey!" both stopped and turned to find a teacher glowering at them from across the hall. "No fighting in school! Now get to class, both of you! The bell rang 2 minutes ago!"

He waited for the boys to step back from each other before retreating back into his classroom. The two glared for a minute more before the pale teen broke contact. He let out a low growl before reaching down and picking up his belongings. Figuring it was the least he could do, Naruto sighed and joined him. He was able to grab one item before the rest were quickly jerked away into the preppie's arms. The blonde moved to snap at the boy when something incredible happened.

He was hit with a feeling of déjà vu. The other was fixing him with a familiar look of smugness, yes, but more than that; Naruto suddenly had a feeling that he could've sworn he'd seen his face somewhere. But that was impossible – this school and his school were two totally different leagues. This one was clean, filled with privileged kids and had a faint aroma of freesia (yes, he knew they smelled like!). His school was moldy, stuffed with degenerates and had so many strange smells that it would take a lifetime to separate this from that. Still, though…

The onyx-eyed man stood then, Naruto following suit, offering the notebook to him, still scrutinizing why he looked so familiar. As the other snatched the folder, he seemed to have noticed the odd look and hissed.

"What?" he snapped.

Naruto blinked, responding before he could stop himself, "Um, sorry, but…have we met somewhere before?"

Two eyes narrowed, as if to say 'WTF?' when suddenly a knowing look encompassed his face. He fixed the dobe with a smirk, lids half-lowered. "No," he made to turn, "But I've heard that line somewhere before."

Naruto fumed at the retreating back. "YOU-,"

"Hey! I told you to get to class!" GAAAHHH! WHY THE FUCK IS EVERYONE INTERRUPTING ME!!! The boy could feel his blood vessels popping as he stalked down the hall. Third fucking door on the mother fucking right. He grasped the handle and turned back to the teacher who proceeded to upturn his nose and stalk back into the class.

"I fuckin' hate this place," he mumbled under his breath, yanking open the door to find himself standing… in a library? He glanced around at the shelves of books and tables scattered about the room.

To his left he spotted a small counter with an elderly women sitting behind a computer. He suppressed the stomp in his step as he made his way over, smiling as genuinely as possible. "Excuse me, my name is Uzumaki Naruto. I was told to come here for a meeting?"

The lady's face seemed to brighten at his announcement and he immediately extended her hand. "Oh, yes, Naruto, pleasure to meet you. Unfortunately you're a bit late (even though he was there for an hour and a half) so the principal had to leave to attend to other business. However, you were assigned a tutor and he's here if you'd like to go ahead and meet him?" Naruto was uplifted and nodded eagerly, elated that this old lady was here. The woman walked around the counter and motioned for him to follow her.

"Now, he'll be able to fill you in on any questions you may have," she whispered, leading him around the tables. "And you two'll be able to set up meeting times and what not. Principal Sarutobi OK'ed it, so you'll be able to make final decisions now and submit them when you're done. Does that sound good?"

"Sure does!" Naruto grinned.

The woman returned it with a smile. "Good. Oh, here he is." She stopped at a corner table with a single occupant bent over an open textbook, spiky black hair sticking out an odd shape.

The teen snickered. It looked like a duck's butt!

"Sasuke Uchiha?" The one identified as Uchiha looked up and all humor fled the blonde's tanned face. "This is your mentee, Naruto Uzumaki. Naruto, Sasuke."

Dark eyes seemed to flare up as they connected with cerulean blue. You could practically feel the sparks as each attempted to strike a small bolt of lightning through the other's head by sheer will power.

All of this was unnoticed by the librarian. "All right! Now that you two have met, I'll get my helper to bring you some copies of the mentee/mentor guidelines. Gab away, I'll leave you be!"

Neither acknowledged her departure, they just continued to imagine outside forces ripping the other to shreds. It was Sasuke who finally broke the silence.

"I cannot believe you're my mentee. Figures I'd get stuck with a retard."

"Teme!" Naruto fell into a seat opposite the Uchiha, flopping his limbs everywhere. "I don't know why I thought my tutor wasn't gonna be a bastard. After all, everyone in this place is a self-absorbed ass. Figured you'd be the same."

This seemed to kick him where it counts because the smug expression instantly flicked to one of utter disgust. "Don't ever compare me with the rest of them. They might actually befriend you. I, on the other hand, know better."

"…Bastard."

"Dumbass."

"Bitch."

"Fucker."

"Cock-,"

"Easy now. I'm not sure I wanna hear the end of that one," both looked up, startled, as a third party entered. It was another student with long black hair pulled into a loose braid, and freaky lookin' eyes even paler than his skin.

What the hell? Is everyone a freakin' cracker here?

"Neji," Sasuke nodded in acknowledgement.

"Hello, Sasuke. I was told you might need these," he tossed a small packet on the table and turned his focus to Naruto. "So this is your new mentee? Pity."

"What the fuck does that mean? I,"

"Let me finish," Why won't anyone let ME finish?! "I simply meant it was a pity that Sasuke managed to alienate you so soon. Personally, I'm pleased to meet you. Neji Hyuuga," he extended his hand.

This time it was Naruto's turn to smirk in satisfaction, grateful for the immediate contradiction to the other's words. Know better, do ya bastard? He did a small victory dance in his head as he clasped the outstretched hand. "Naruto," he grinned.

"Naruto, eh? I see you've already earned the pet name of 'dumbass' from Sasuke."

"Figures it'd be a 'pet' name."

"Well you're not really one, are you?"

Sasuke sneered. "Yes, he is. Now go away."

CLICK

One simple phrase was all it took to have the wheels turning. He remembered where he'd seen that face! Naruto gasped, releasing the handshake and pointing an accusing finger at Sasuke.

"YOU'RE THE ONE THAT GAARA WAS PLOWING!!!"

The room stilled.

TBC

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