This was originally part of the third chapter, but seeing as the content was long enough, I broke it up into two parts. Which worked out fine, actually.

Disclaimer: Ko-sensei is most definitely not Masashi Kishimoto. If you have any thoughts, concerns, or worries about any of that, please feel free to come forward with them to Mental Break-Down 101.

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Break My Mind, Restart The Time

Written by Ko-Sensei.

part four entails of an attractive shark named Suigetsu and the first meeting

Digging out what pocket change he could find from his pocket, he walked around in circles for a few minutes before locating the payphones and heading towards them.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Iruka-sensei," Naruto chirped. "I'm here now, waiting at the station."

There were loud crashing noises in the background. "Stop that, Konohamaru-Sorry, Naruto," Iruka sighed, the phone crackling. "I'm just a bit distracted here. I have one thing to tell you, though. No matter how much you want to," Iruka warned, "You absolutely must not behave inappropriately to Sasuke. I know how you feel, but it's only for one year until you turn eighteen. You know you can come back here. I swear, Naruto, the trouble this is worth-if I get a single whiff about you not behaving, then not only will you end up in jail, but you're going to be banned from ramen for one year."

At first, Naruto had been grinning about hearing Konohamaru upstart things, but towards the end, he turned pale. Iruka had just touched up on a major, important part of his life and he was not pleased. "Wait, wait, wait, Iruka-sensei! That's too cruel, do you want me to die?!"

"Nope," Came the steady voice. "You're famous in our neighborhood for doing your eat-and-runs. All I have to do is give out a notice, and there won't be any shopkeepers that'll let you in for anything. If you step a toe out of line, then I'm making those phone calls, Uzumaki. Konohamaru, quit doing-Sorry, Naruto, call me later!"

-Bleep.

And the line went dead.

…...Oh. Crap.

First and of all foremost, Iruka's call had been way too short and curt-he wondered if Konohamaru was acting up that much at the orphanage in his absence. He hadn't even been able to ask if he could visit over the holidays or something, 'cause he already wanted to see Gaara.

Secondly, it was kind of true that Naruto did have a notorious reputation back in Saitama-so it was totally plausible that Iruka would bust out and do something like that.

Thirdly, he could not survive without ramen. It was crazy! It was like breathing air. What was he going to do?

And last of all, this meant he actually needed to suck up to Sasuke and not piss him off.

Shit.

And he was moving to a new city. This new city. Where he didn't know anyone.

Sucked to suck.

Thinking of which-Gaara.

Punching in the memorized digits into the receiver, Naruto waited as the payphone dialed.

"Who the hell is this?" A loud, irritated voice answered, and the blond winced.

"Ah. Uh. Could I talk to Gaara?" Naruto tried in his nicest voice ever, because apparently, the receiver to his call had been hitting the happy juice for some time.

Which was just his luck.

"Dunno why the fuck you want to talk to that emo kid. He hardly does much but glare at everyone, the little shit. He's probably brooding or cutting himself," The voice slurred, and Naruto tried very hard not to overreact to what the man was saying.

Stupid alcoholics. This was half the reason why he had refused to go into foster care.

The other half had been, naturally, he would be separated from Gaara and he loved Iruka anyways.

And pffft-as if Gaara would do something like that. Slitting wrists was totally a teenage girl thing, and as far as he knew, the redhead was one of the toughest people he'd ever known. (Though it had been a different story growing up, when the two of them had been kids. The redhead had been such an adorable and sweet toddler-now he was a heartless demon.)

"I wanna talk to him… 'cause I wanna talk to him?" Naruto offered, but immediately regretted it when the receiver snapped at his back talk.

Fortunately, though, the exchange was cut short as the phone changed hands.

"Naruto?"

"Gaara!" The blond exclaimed, grinning brightly. "How are you, Mr. Emo-Boy?"

"Shut it," Gaara's voice spoke softly, though it sounded amused. Naruto could discern and pick up every single trace of emotion that filtered through the redhead's soft words-from years and years of being together with experience. It was skill.

"Got there in one piece, or did you get mugged?"

"No way, man. Gaara, I am the most ghetto blond in the entirety of Japan, and as an independent, single hot-blooded Japanese teenager, I'm going to have to proudly say that I'd kick any black man's ass. And steal his hot booty chicks, too."

There was a snort. "I don't see how you being single has anything to do with being ghetto."

Naruto blinked. "And, like always, I am at a loss to see how you pick out all the weird things in my statements, you. Anyways, I already miss you, jerk," Pausing, the blond started making whining noises. "I'd love it if you could visit me over holidays and breaks, since Ikebukuro is a huge city, but I doubt it'd work out with the Sasuke thing. I'm going to have to come see you soon, like, seriously."

"As I thought. Can you only operate at the level of a five-year old?"

"Hey, now!" The blond defended himself, ignoring the stares he was getting from the people around him. "I'm not sulking. Just, uh.. yeah. Sulking."

Naruto pouted and made a face.

"I bet you're making a face right now, and that people are staring at you since you're an idiot. "

"You're too smart for your own good," The blond chided. "How did you ever figure it out. There are people staring at me right now, because for the first time in their lives, the people of Ikebukuro have seen radiant, blond-Japanese beauty. You know. I am perfection, Gaara. Tsk tsk tsk."

"Perfection as in you get failing grades. I think you've gotten high, your vocabulary has been reversed, moron."

"It's really mean to call your best friend an idiot after every sentence," Naruto complained, "And academics aren't everything in life, y'know. I find it personally ridiculous that some numerical grades you get in high school dictates the rest of your life. Like, what the hell is with that. My life," The blond started, trying to imitate the tone of a dramatic actor, "Depends on these numbers. It's now or never, Asuna! Don't let the international Japanese government trick you!"

There was a sigh. "I think you mixed up your manga series with your grades."

"Hey, Sword Art Online is a really good series! Did you know they made a game on it?"

"You told me. And I'm displeased by the fact that automatically, you make me Asuna and yourself Kirito."

"I think I'd make a pretty badass protagonist of any series, and besides, I'm stronger than you are."

"So that means if you were to get into trouble, I'd have to come save you?"

"Aww, damnit. Now that I do think about it, they did do a gender role reversal in Sword Art Online-the girl came to save the guy that one time Kirito was about to be impaled under that creep's sword. Kirito's way too girly. Changed my mind, I don't wanna be that character anymore. Didn't his little sister beat him up in real life, too?"

"Suits you really well."

Awww, Gaara was so sweet.

Best friends were really heartless, they were.

Naruto glanced at the payphone again. His minutes were almost up.

"I hate to say this, but I don't have any more spare change on me and the payphone time is about to run out. I'll try and call you again, okay? Don't get into any fights while I'm not there, and don't get beat up too much by the bullies."

"Don't act like my mother," The redhead chided, but his voice wavered.

Naruto caught on to it. "Oi, wait-are you okay?!"

"Just ended up running into them before coming home. Nothing big."

Nothing big-as if, since now there was only Gaara, they'd beat him up twice as much.

The redhead was probably just trying not to make him worry too much.

As if on cue, in the background, there was the sound of glass shattering and drunken yelling. Naruto froze.

"Gaara…."

There was a soft laugh. "You worry too much, I'm out of the house. Sleeping somewhere else tonight."

"Wait, Gaara,-"

"Night, blond."

The line was cut off abruptly.

The redhead would be fine. He'd survived all these years, so hopefully, he wouldn't get into too much trouble, Naruto hoped. It would be honestly terrifying if he went back to Saitama-only to find his best friend's corpse lying around somewhere. Not to mention that he'd have some serious ass to kick, but.

But. But. But Gaara.

Frowning, the blond picked up his suitcases and headed out of the station. He hadn't even been able to ask Iruka who or what (he had no idea, honestly) was going to pick him up. So he would basically have to settle for waiting at the entrance with all his bulky baggage like an awkward dork.

Which he did. Naruto didn't care much, though, (as long as people didn't come up to him and start trying to give him money over something about looking like a homeless person) and settled for leaning against the wall.

"Hey," A low tenor purred, and there was a hand on his shoulder.

Amazing, he was making quite a few acquaintances today.

"Ninety-nine point nine percent of rape starts with a hand on shoulder," Naruto rehearsed, then turned around, beaming positively (though it was ninety-nine point nine sarcastic) at the stranger who had their hand on his shoulder. "And who might you be, dear-Oh."

The blond blinked, thoughts going incoherent as his mouth hung wide open for a few moments. Uh. There was a really hot male standing in front of him. Realizing that he probably looked like a moron, he closed his jaw and shook his head.

Though the person was freaking weird. What was with all the fashion people had in Ikebukuro? First, there was okama Neji. And this person.. had white hair, purple eyes, black eyeliner, and really tight clothes.

"I'm just doing a hit and run here," The purple-eyed male said, shrugging. "But you stand out, and I'm guessing that a teenager with this much baggage having left from a payphone-the person I'm supposed to pick up is you. Your name Uzumaki Naruto?"

Naruto swallowed. Seriously. What was with this population of Ikebukuro? First, he'd stared at Neji-who he had mistaken for a girl, and why was he flustered over this mysterious person?

At this rate, his Uzumaki charm would be zapped out of him. That wasn't good.

"The one and only, at your service. You my chauffeur?" Naruto said, swinging his backpack over his shoulder.

The mysterious person's eyes narrowed. The black eyeliner was really distracting. "You could say that, I guess. Uchiha being a little shit, bullying me to go pick up his kid brother. Not that I have anything against you, blondie." The purple-eyed male flashed a shark grin (with the pointy teeth and everything). "I'm Suigetsu, nice to meet you. Sasuke's otouto, huh?"

The person named Suigetsu reached for one of his suitcases and started dragging it behind him, no questions asked. Needless to say, the blond followed him curiously (with no choice). Just around the corner, he was led to a car.

"My gorgeous, stunning, made of Italian-heritage Ferrari," Suigetsu purred, patting the car delicately. "It's my baby. Think yourself lucky to get a ride in it."

Naruto tossed the backpack and the other suitcase in the back seats. "Nah, I think you should think yourself lucky to get such a gorgeous passenger riding in a car like this. I mean," The blond rose a hand, seeming to think about something. "This almost meets my standards. Almost. It's just not quite there."

The purple-eyed male just looked at him with renewed interest, lips pulling back to reveal more pointy teeth. (Was he a shark?). "Shut up, you little shit, and just get in."

Normally, Naruto would have reacted about being called a little shit by someone he hardly knew-but Suigetsu hardly seemed to be insulting him and it sounded kinda fond, even. Seemed like it was just a part of him-the cursing.

And surprisingly, minus the really-distracting black eyeliner and cursing, Suigetsu didn't seem like a bad person. Kind of cool, actually.

The engine came to life as the older male turned on the ignition, turning off the radio. Craning his head behind to back the vehicle up, he swerved onto the streets into the lanes, ignoring some other cars which had honked at him. Most people would have been freaked out, but Naruto just grinned.

"Nice driving skills."

"They aren't the only skills I have, kid." The low, tenor voice responded.

Then once again, the blond found himself staring intently at the purple eyes. Was he wearing contacts, or something? Thinking back to Neji and Hinata, Naruto supposed that maybe the people in Ikebukuro were just weird like that. Maybe everyone had weird eye colors here.

Reality came back to him. He'd gotten distracted by Suigetsu, but Naruto quickly realized that in a matter of minutes, he'd be arriving at the apartment.

"So, uh," Naruto started, swallowing when Suigetsu glanced over at him briefly. "You know my brother?"

"Know him?" The car stopped at a red light. "More than that. I'm his best friend."

Somehow, the idea of a scary Sasuke Uchiha parading around with this (eyeliner wearing) Suigetsu as BFFs amused him more than it should have.

"Find something funny?" Suigetsu asked wryly, and reached over Naruto to grab a water bottle, dropping it in his lap. There was a really nice scent coming from him.. maybe he was wearing some kind of really expensive cologne? His driver was really classy, and it- was really distracting him. The nice car, the nice clothes, and the distracting black eyeliner made him think that Suigetsu could have really been a celebrity or a supermodel.

The blond shivered as their arms touched.

Why...why was he acting like such a girl? it was so uncool and unfair.

"Just thinking to myself. Uh, do you know if he hates me?" Naruto asked, trying to shrug it off.

"Hmm.." The purple-eyed male trailed off a few minutes to think. "I don't think so."

It sounded too good to be true. "Seriously?"

"Hard to explain if you don't know him, but, Sasuke Uchiha doesn't hate anyone. Or rather, he doesn't like anyone either. He's a cold, aloof, and indifferent shit to everyone," Suigetsu elaborated. "Uchiha is also, by the way, a huge pain in the ass, sending me out to pick up some little brother. But it's not like I had anything else to do anyways, so there's that."

Not that the blond wanted to be judging anyone from what others said-since that would be stooping low, but he couldn't help but notice that Sasuke didn't seem like an ultra-friendly social butterfly. Maybe his life was going to suck a lot for this one year.

Should he write a will, maybe?

Though then again, he had practically nothing to pass on.

Large percentages of people died from cancer, diseases, and incurable jack every year. Most teenagers died from car accidents.

Him? He'd probably be taken by the negativity.

Being negative. It wasn't like he was depressed or shit, but... could negativity actually be a cause of death?

"Hey. Hey, kid." Naruto woke up out of his daze as he realized that he'd been blanking out.

"Sorry, Suigetsu. What were you saying?"

"It's this apartment here." The sleek, elegant purple car turned into an almost-empty parking lot. "Probably not the kind of rich-mansion you were expecting. Sasuke doesn't like fancy things, though he could probably get a mansion if he wanted. Not a bad apartment, though."

Pressing his face up against the window, Naruto stared. It seemed like a normal place.

Though it would have kind of been comical if drug lords started coming out.

"Thanks for the ride," Naruto said, getting out of the car. He swung a backpack strap on his left shoulder and attempted to get both suitcases out-which wasn't working very well.

An almost pretty, manicured hand with purple nail polish reached out and helped him with one.

What was it with all of these feminine males in this new city, Naruto wondered.

"Hey, Uzumaki," Suigetsu started, and locked the car with a click, turning around to start leading the way to the apartments. There were a few flights of stairs on the side of each building, and it really did look like a moderate place to live at. "I know Sasuke can be a pain in the ass. I'm his best friend, so I kind of feel responsible for you. If you ever need anything or are having issues, you can tell me. We good?"

For some reason, Naruto felt reassured.

Half-reassured and half-freaked out because this gorgeous supermodel, BFF of yours truly (Sasuke Uchiha) was willing to play nice to him.

Even if said supermodel somehow managed to make purple eyes, black eyeliner, painted nails and dyed white hair look amazing, somehow. Then wore this amazing cologne. And was wearing really tight clothes.

Was Suigetsu's favorite color purple? Because his car was also purple, and it kind of made him look like some accessory fashion show.

"I'll take you up on that. Thanks again, Suigetsu." Their eyes met, and the purple-eyed male flashed him another shark grin, shrugging.

"You can call me Sui, all my close friends do. Voilà, here's the door." Setting the suitcase against the wall, he reached into his back pockets for keys and picked one out. Unlocking the door, he dragged in the suitcase and intruded, not really bothered.

Hesitantly, Naruto followed in after him, feeling kind of out of place there.

It was clean.

Extremely clean. The apartment wasn't cluttered with messes or excess furniture, it was tidy and and simple. There was a small shoe stand by the door, though most of the shoes were lined up in a straight line at the entranceway. By the side of the walls, there was also an aquarium and a clear pet box thing where two lizards were laying around.

"Oh, shit." The supermodel cursed, and not bothering to take off his shoes[1], he strode into the apartment.

1.-It is normally tradition for people to take their shoes off inside houses. Kind of rude not to, especially inside someone else's house.

Laying down his baggage at the entrance, Naruto curiously kicked off his shoes and walked down the halls, following after Suigetsu. Not bothering to try and look around the apartment right now, he turned a corner, coming to stand in front of a room-before freezing, realizing two things.

Two things that were really important.

That one, the creaking of a bed and loud panting of two people should have alerted him to something.

And two, he was now shamelessly standing in front of a room next to Suigetsu, blinking as he stared at two rather engaged, noisy, and intertwined people sitting against the headboard of the bed that were kind of missing their clothes.

It took him a few moments to also realize that Suigetsu's hands had covered his eyes, and before he could get flustered about how the male behind him was standing a few inches away from him or that he could feel Suigetsu's cool breath on the back of his throat or he smelled really good, Naruto realized that he hadn't exactly given his to-be guardian for the next year the best first impression he could have done.

Suigetsu was the first to speak up, but apparently, he wasn't bothered in the slightest, because he only sounded amused. "Looks like you two ruined his eyes, Sasuke, Aoba. Pfft, you two need to break it up now, unfortunately. The little brother has arrived."

Although he couldn't see them technically because Suigetsu's hands were covering over his eyes, Naruto felt two other stares in the room drill into him. Two irritated, annoyed stares.

Uh… there was no way he had arrived just before they could, uh, come-or, uh, finish their activity, right.

No. Absolute. Way.

But by the irritated sighs that echoed in the room from the two naked people, it wasn't so, apparently.

Of all the hoping he had done, this was the worst possible first meeting that could have happened, Naruto thought, and he wanted to sink down into the floor.

Oh, shit.

Aoba is one of the Jounin that went with Naruto to his apparently (fake) super secret S-ranked mission. His full name is Aoba Yamashiro.

Looks like Naruto lost his virgin eyes! He's become mentally scarred, probably.

As for best friends being heartless-I can totally attest to that. I mean, I'm told that on a regular basis-which should be fair, since I also tell my best friends that they are heartless human beings. Gaara and Naruto's dynamic here is based off of mine and Ace's. (We would probably have the exact same conversations. Not even kidding. Though Ace has a dirtier mouth. Probably the worst nineteen-year old male I've ever met in my entire life-whenever he's not fawning over Asuna from SAO. Really, Ace, you have an obsession with her-and complain that her clothes are too modest. Way. Too. Much.)

(And I'm still manlier than you. And kick ass.)

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