OKAY! This is my first fan fic ever so bear with me, I do have a beta but she's somewhat busy right now and I can't wait anymore to post this baby up. I hope you guys enjoy and please leave any comments I'm ALL ears :D

Chapter 1:

Looking through my light blond hair there was a blank black screen staring straight at me. It wasn't one of those expensive DELL computers, but some brand 'Acer'. Wasn't there a Spanish verb like that? What if it was just some cheap rip off computer? Probably was, my school can't afford a DELL.

My hand lay gently on my cheekbones and my light blue eyes found there way to an empty seat that haunted me for at least 20 minutes. No one else seemed to stare at it with remorse but me, and it only saddened me more. Scribbling and some jewelry wiggled in the corner of my eye. Sakura was trying to draw some graph out for Geometry or some other subject. She was working hard at it, her perfectionist self furrowing her eyebrows. It's odd but her hair color is naturally pink, yet her eyebrows are black.

"Naruto!" A familiar voice called and I grunted. I could already see the green tights, and I'll tell you, not pretty.

"Yes Guy-Sensei." I responded. Who the hell would name their kid Guy?

He was glaring at me with odd suspicions; his coconut shaped head and strong jaw line was tense. He waltzed over and leaned on my desk, looking at my marvelous work.

"Your computer isn't even on, Naruto." He said my name again, attempting to get me scared. I would have shitted in my pants if I hadn't thought up an excuse right then. I could see Sakura waiting to see if Guy would kick my ass out of the window, but I didn't feel like being today's entertainment.

My hands began to tremble and thank Kama I had bandages over them. I gotten them just yesterday from a fight. Damn that douchebag Sa-!

No time for thinking about him.

Putting on my best innocent face, I looked at Guy with the biggest eyes. "Sensei, I can't even move my fingers…" My throat cracked and I could hear Kiba laughing in the back of the room. Kiba was a brunette, spiked hair and if I didn't know better myself- he'd fuck a dog if he could. Though he was sick, the guy was my first friend in this shit-hole. Looking back at Guy, his killing face turned into remorse. I hooked him. "I would type this paper…but my hands…they keep trembling…-." I was cut off.

"It's okay Naruto! I understand!" Guy leaped over and hugged me. OK, I was not expecting that. The green spandex felt sticky and ok this was not cool, people were laughing now. Kiba is so going to annoy about this till I die. "Here! Go to the nurse! Quick!" Guy dramatically pulled me by my sleeve.

"Aaaah!" I yelled from the sudden motion.

"Someone go with him." Guy called and everyone suddenly seemed to be deaf, all except Kiba.

"W-w-wait! I'm fine really! It's not that ba-!" Kiba threw his arm around me, and took my left arm, hooking it around his neck. The back of my hairs stood when the touch of his overly heated skin had met mine.

"Don't worry, Sensei! I'll bring him back alive." Guy saluted us out as Kiba dragged me along and out the door.

"My legs aren't the problem you dumbass!" I yelled in the hall and it echoed like a siren.

"Shh…the 'Fated' might hear you." Kiba whispered quickly covering my mouth. I muffled sounds until he let go and chuckled lightly.

'Fated' referred to the hall monitor, Neji, who took his job WAY too seriously. I got caught by him once, he started talking about destiny and crap. He's like an old man with the whole "In my day" shenanigan as he let me off on a warning. HAH! Naruto Uzumaki needs no warning! Oh! I forgot to introduce myself. I tend to do that.

My name is Naruto Uzumaki, I'm 5"5, I love ramen and I'm from America. I go to a famous high school, you may know it as LaGuardia and it's in the middle of New fucking York! I want to be an animator reallllllyyy bad and why would I go to a normal high school if I can go to one that can help me become one! I'm new to the whole big city and I'm dorming in a single room. Scratch that, I was dorming in a single room. They said I'd have a new roommate, a foreign exchange student from Japan! Of course I being American was freaking out at this newfound information. I wanted to know everything he did in Japan, maybe we could help each other with our language and I would try not to laugh at how funny he sounded speaking English with such a thick accent. Turns out this guy is a dousche-bag who I had fought with the day he had arrived. I don't even think 10 minutes passed until I decided that I hated the guy. He didn't even tell me his name; I had to find out in the student directory office. Even though I hated him with all the fiber of my being, I had to admit his name was pretty cool. . .

"Sasuke Uchiha. ." I whispered as me and Kiba walked down the deserted hall. I had interrupted his ranting on how they should free all the chickens from KFC.

"Eh?" Kiba looked at me curious. "Hey, were you even listening to me?"

"O-of course I was! It was something about chickens!" I retaliated.

"Well . . . yea, actually it was. So what do you think they do with the remains? I heard they shred the bones and put that in the hot dogs. . ." Kiba looked like he was about to throw up, and his usual tan skin suddenly seemed a light pale green. I would have maybe been a bit disturbed from that marvelous information, but I ate ramen more than I got those expensive New Yorkian hot dogs. Get this; I could get THREE ramen noodles for the price of one hot dog . . . just saying.

"Wait I thought they used dog to make hot dogs . . .?" Well hell if they used chicken than it should be called hot chicken shouldn't it?

Kiba snorted,"Are you sure they got the right Naruto to skip a grade? You're as dumb as the next freshman." He roared in laughter forgetting his earlier warning to be quiet in the halls.

It may be a bit confusing but I'm supposed to be a sophomore but I skipped a grade and became a junior. Apparently, I discovered a smartass in my idiocracy. Who would have guessed?

Kiba continued along with his usual save the animals rant and we made it to the nurse's office without an encounter with the "Fated". Kiba went along to knock on the expensive mahogany wooden door and I waited trying to look through the hazy window.

Kiba sighed ,"This old hag takes forever to answer her door, but she doesn't bother to get a hearing aid!" He yelled toward the door mostly.

"I heard that they got a new nurse this year, at least that's the rumor in the halls." I said as a matter of factually.

"Pfft sure, don't get my hopes up Naruto." Kiba snorted. He got injuries as much as the average human but he healed like a dog. He went through hell with the nurse; she wasn't the nicest lady you could meet.

We waited at least three minutes until someone bothered to open the door. It was like an orchestra started to play or maybe it was angels from heaven but the woman that opened the door looked like a porn star. Her boobs were making the buttons almost pop out and the white clothing stretched way more than it was meant to be. Her hair was long and dirty blonde and looking at her eyes they were a teal blue color. I must have been standing there like an idiot because the face she made at me was disgusted. Clearing my throat I forgot that Kiba was next to me and he seemed to be in a trance as well. I nudged him in the rib cage and he almost fell over before he could catch his balance once again. Looking back at the woman it was then that I realized she was wearing a nurse's outfit . . .I blinked trying to make sure what I was seeing was real. Holy shit.

"What do you want?" She said in a snippy tone, sounding much older then the age she appeared as.

I waited to see if Kiba would respond like he usually did, but he was still trying to process the beautiful image in front of him. I cleared my throat meekly and looked at my feet, "G-guy-sensei told me to come here." I lifted my bandaged hands up to show her the 'injury' and sniffed her nose at Kiba , "And him?"

Kiba finally spoke in his normal smooth voice, but with some stuttering here and there. "Oh I'm just an e-escort. You see, Naruto here is a real klutz." I glared at him but then smiled when the nurse looked back at me with boredom.

"You. Back to class." She said curtly and Kiba blinked.

"You. Inside." She said and made way for me to enter.

I could feel Kiba's jealousy crawl around my neck, and oddly enough I did not want to go inside alone. Alone with her. You see, a beautiful woman in a nurse outfit that barely fits her and a drastically inexperienced teenager does not go well together.

Almost tripping over my feet I entered the cold room that smelled of medicine and other bandaged goods. I heard the soft *click* that meant the door was closed. "Naruto?" her voice resonated and I shot my head around to see her leaning against the door . . . quite seducing, and I had to loosen my tie a little to breathe properly, "Y-yes?" The clock above her ticked and it was like it was in unison with my heart beat as she walked near me. "Please sit." She motioned her hand to the chestnut sofa, and she took a seat in the dark blue swivel chair that sat in front of an old computer. I nodded hesitantly and took a seat. I must have been sweating because I could feel cold sweat running down my back. She was clicking away to find information on me, how often I've been in the nurses office and the latter. The silence began to stretch and the ticking and clicking was beginning to get me paranoid.

"S-so. . .how do you like the job so far?" I started the small talk.

She glanced at me and stopped to type. Her hands lay on the key board gently as she stated "It's boring as hell." She said in a monotone voice which only made my smile quaver.

"That's how my first week was too." I said attempting to sound friendly. "But then I made some friends."

"Hm." She indifferently began looking at my record again. Something made her eyes widen and then blink simultaneously. She clicked the computer off and looked back at me with a warm smile . . . a very suspicious warm smile.

"Okay Naruto. Let me see those hands of yours." She sat next to me, her boobs bounced when she did and they made me stare at them even more. I finally noticed the name tag buried under the folds of her clothes and it read "Tsunade". She slid her hands onto mine and though it hurt like hell, I couldn't but find the bitter sweetness in all of it. My face began to burn at her touch "You have strong hands. . ." She smiled and I swear she got an inch closer to me.

"I-I work out. . ." I choked out and she made a small laugh.

"I bet you do." Tsunade smiled approvingly and she led my hands over her perfectly figured knees.

"U. .uhm. . ." I choked out. I could feel my heart beat stop for a second and the cold room suddenly felt as if it was eighty degrees.

She found a cotton swab and opened a bottle of this weird red liquid. She wiggled the swab in the bottle and held my hand firmly.

"This may sting a bit. . ." She whispered and placed the swab onto my cuts. I clenched my teeth and grunted at each time she passed it over my burning skin. Her grip was strong yet at the same time gentle. In the corner of my eye I saw her nibbling her lip just a bit. Her blue eyes danced with excitement and my heart leaped in ecstasy. After a few minutes she was done and she began to wrap my hands with new snow white bandages.

"Your hands won't be infected now. . ." She said her back turned to me as she put away her med kit.

"T-thank you s-sensei." I mostly whispered hoarsely. She shifted back to me, her hair draping over broad shoulders with elaborate blonde curves. She was mesmerizing in every way.

"You're welcome. Call me Tsunade." She replied in simplicity and once she did the bell rang initiating the start of the next class.

I hesitantly stood up and bowed my head an inch before turning around and walking towards the door.

"Come back soon." Tsunade's voice rang with more of a seductive tone rather than a welcoming one. Laughing nervously I opened the door and finally exited.

"Oh dear Kama!" I exhaled sliding down against the door. What was that sudden change? At first she didn't give a shit if I was alive, next thing I knew she was looking at me as if I was the hottest new celebrity. Did I grow attractive in less than two minutes? Highly doubt-able.

The halls began to shake with the sounds students walking through them. I struggled to my feet when my book bag was shoved into me. I looked up to see a rather interested and annoyed Kiba, "Okay. Details, now!" I rolled my eyes at his immaturity and told him nothing had happened. . .which would be somewhat of a half lie. The day went on with him bugging me to no end and what he would have done if he was the one injured and yada yada yada. In last period, thank-god I didn't have class with him, I raced to my safe-haven. It was a small closet that was never used inside my room. I think it was like a bomb-shelter back in the Cold-War, but it became another part of me in some way. I would just listen to music or draw, do whatever I wanted and no one else knew about it, not even Kiba. Opening the room to my dorm, I had forgotten I left it in a drastic mess after my fight with the douche bag.

Cursing under my breathe I frowned disapprovingly at everything I had put in a perfect place, to now be tattered and ruined. I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration and struggled passed all the crap on the floor. My safe-haven was in the midst, secretly hidden under non-see through curtains and the perfectly lined wallpaper that made it seem like there was no small rectangular door way there.

Once I opened the curtains I felt something wrong . . . someone was inside it . . . someone was in MY safe-haven. I opened the door slowly and crawled inside with such stealth it was like I was a ninja. I could hear someone shuffling through my art work and that pissed me off to no end. I stood up from crawling and could see a dark figure; I only had to see the hairstyle to know who it was.

"Sasuke!"