WELCOME TO YAOI HIGH: WARNING
For those of you who don't know: YAOI means GAY MAN SEX. Ok? So if you're not mature enough, don't read it. Although there's no explicit content as of yet (up to ch 11 is the latest update), then still, don't bother reading. Don't bother clicking the title. Don't bother leaving me a review saying "eeww yaoi" because that just shows your immaturity.
Plus I will laugh at you.
Have a nice day.
Honestly. I can't believe I didn't think to do this SOONER…
-rakes knuckles on head-
…and ya ya, I know I'm digging myself an even bigger hole by starting another fic when Lord knows I already have enough unfinished ones… but… when temptation arises… an author cannot resist writing a ficcie that makes her giggle and giddy and squirmish with excitement! –cackles- Nyahahahaha…
Disclaimer: Naruto does not belong to me…
Welcome to… Yaoi High!
Konoha High School was a very prestigious, private school split into two "sub-schools": Konoha's All Boy's School, and Konoha's All Girl's School. They were located on two completely opposite sides of Konoha, the all boy's school located on the eastern side of the city, and the all girl's school located on the western side of Konoha. They were the only schools located in the boisterous city because the whole city itself was a city (metaphorically speaking) paved in gold. People who could afford living in riches lived there and sent their children to be educated in Konoha's schools.
Rich people, according to the blonde, cerulean-eyed boy who halted in front of the all boy's school, are normally smart and well-educated people.
Which was why, as Uzumaki Naruto stood uncertainly in front of the rather intimidating building, wondered what he was doing there.
But then an image of his caretaker – brown skin and scar across the bridge of his nose and all – popped in to his face and he remembered exactly why he was standing there in front of this rich and prestigious school. His Guardian, Umino Iruka, told him he would be attending Konoha's All Boy's High School that year – Naruto's junior year. He was, personally, very furious about it; very angry about everything: that they had to move to Konoha, and that Naruto had to go to a new school when he was in his second-to- last year of high school. But… as Iruka pointed out, he was being offered a very good, high-paying job, and in order to be able to take care of himself and the blonde, he would take whatever high-paying job he could get.
…Which, in the end, made Naruto calm down about the whole thing.
Before he came to Konoha, he attended a public school somewhere a few hours away. So it was only natural that he would be terribly upset about the fact that he had to wear a uniform now. He didn't like it that his whole wardrobe was practically planned and set for him for the rest of his junior and senior years. Naruto sighed irritably as he adjusted his navy tie. At least the uniform wasn't hideously grotesque and itchy or else all Hell would have broken lose. On the contrary, his uniform wasn't that bad: a simple navy vest with a matching tie, navy lose pants, shiny black shoes, a white buttoned up t-shirt… It was a bit formal for Naruto's taste, but he assumed it would have to do.
School started a week ago, but Naruto, too depressed about the moving and being forced into another school, rebelled against Iruka for a week and avoided school. But Iruka made a point to say that he was the one with the money, the one who bought the GROCERIES and the FOOD… a.k.a. supplied Naruto with his RAMEN… and if he DID NOT ATTEND SCHOOL then…
Naruto shuddered, kicked moodily at a small pebble and made his way into the open doors of Konoha's All Boy's School.
He did not know the moment he stepped through those doors, that his first and certainly not last, year at the school would change his life… forever.
Naruto had never seen so many boys before in his short, sixteen years of existence. There were usually girls to balance out the number of guys in a school, but without girls it just seemed like… He didn't know what it seemed like, but it was strange and different.
Everywhere he turned he saw a guy.
Straight on: guys.
To his left: guys.
To his right: more guys.
Around a corner: even more guys…
Not a single girl in sight.
Inner Naruto clutched his heart painfully, spun around, and dropped dead in a dramatic fashion. Outer Naruto nodded sympathetically to his inner self before he continued walking with a heavy sigh. Thinking of 'Inner Naruto' reminded him of his pink-haired friend from his old school, Haruno Sakura. She was Naruto's best friend, a girl he had a crush on when he was younger, but a crush he had eventually grown out of when accepting the fact that all they would ever be was really good friends. He told her everything and vice versa, and she even told him about her "Inner Sakura," something he couldn't help musing over that moment as he wondered what his pink-haired friend was doing.
He sighed. She was probably socializing with their friends before first period started, hanging out beneath the tree they normally hung out at before school, during brunch and lunch, and after school.
A longing to be with Sakura and his friends overcame him as Naruto's walking slowed to a gradual and zombie-like pace.
It hurt when he thought about them because they were people Naruto had gone to school with his whole life. There was Sakura, his best friend and confidant who was always by his side, and he by hers, always supporting each other, always holding on to each other's hands as they would smile at each other and walk into school as their days began.
Naruto glanced forlornly at his left side, as if expecting a girl with pink hair to suddenly sprout up next to him and take his hand.
Now… he just felt so alone.
He decided not to brood much over this newfound sense of loneliness and opted to fishing out his schedule and locating his first period class.
Homeroom, R43, Hatake Kakashi.
Great! Homeroom! That wasn't so bad!
…Now if only he could find where his class was located… then it would be even greater.
He sighed and wandered helplessly down the halls, looking at the labels above every door. R12… R14… R16…
How big was this school anyway?
He scratched his head with frustration before he started gnawing on his bottom lip, a nervous habit he had for as long as he could remember. Naruto didn't know what to do as he felt so helplessly lost and confused in this foreign building. Everything there was new to him: the people, the setting… everything. He wanted to whine and hide away in a corner, but he knew he wouldn't be allowed to do such a thing. So… he remembered how he got himself and Sakura lost in a city one time and she suggested he ask someone for directions, but he declined and insisted he knew where they were and where they were going and she had made a huffy comment about how "boys are too stubborn to ask for directions," or something along those lines. Naruto decided, for once, to put aside his stubbornness to ask a nearby person for directions.
The person had stopped in front of a classroom, searching through his pockets for something, Naruto did not know what. He was much taller than Naruto himself, maybe a good head or so taller with pale skin and dark hair and eyes. Naruto didn't pay much attention to the guy's appearance as he figured he was an upperclassman. "Ano sa, ano sa, sempai…" Naruto hastily wandered over to him with his schedule held out. "Can you tell me where R43 is?"
Onyx eyes flittered and rested on him as a perfectly arched eyebrow was raised and a look of what appeared amusement settled on the guy's blank face. He didn't answer right away, so Naruto fidgeted and demanded, "Well, do you?"
He blinked slowly before nodding. "Hn." He pointed to a nearby staircase. "Make a right when you get up there. It should be on your left side."
"Arigatou, sempai!" Naruto hastily darted up the indicated stairs.
The onyx-eyed young man watched him run off with some amusement, wondering if he should call out and tell him no running in the halls, but shrugged it off and fished out his keys, unlocking the door to his classroom and stepping inside. Next to his door was a plate with Uchiha Sasuke inscribed into the plate.
Much thanks to that guy's directions, Naruto made it on time for Homeroom. He figured it wouldn't have mattered if he was late anyway because it appeared that the teacher wasn't even there yet. He sighed and slumped into a seat at the back by the window, staring out blankly as other students started to file into the classroom, chattering about one thing or another. He paid no mind to them because he didn't know any of them, which was why he didn't pay any attention to a body that had stopped by his desk.
…Which was why he wasn't aware that someone was addressing him.
Naruto blinked, turned his head, and lifted his gaze in innocent bewilderment.
A pair of blank, yet accusing jaded eyes stared at him, the owner of the eyes owning a head of messy red hair that looked rather haggard and unkempt. Black rings surrounded the pale boy's eyes and though he seemed to have no eyebrows, he didn't need any to crease to put emphasis on his steady glare because his eyes and glare alone were bad enough.
If someone had warned Naruto who this guy was, he might have been afraid of the red-head.
But the blonde merely tilted his head in confusion at the boy who looked no older than himself. "…Nani?"
"You are in my seat."
Naruto blinked again before realization dawned on him and he quickly grabbed his bag and schedule and leaped out of the red-head's desk before plopping down on the one in front of him. Jade eyes watched him disinterestedly, but a hint of mild surprise tinged his features. Didn't this boy know who he was?
But, no, he didn't expect the blonde to know who he was. He never saw his face before. It was obvious he was new.
Growing disinterested once more, he sat down at his desk, figuring as soon as the boy learned who he was, he wouldn't be sitting in front of him for long
The bell had rung, and still there was no sign of this Hatake Kakashi.
None of the other students seemed bothered or surprised though as they continued to chat about this and that, one boy making a paper plane and sending it flying through the classroom. Naruto looked around curiously before sighing to himself for seemingly the hundredth time that day. If he was going to make new friends here, he might as well try talking to people… He turned around to face the stoic red-head behind him who had been staring blankly and quietly out the window throughout the whole time. Naruto offered him a hand to shake and a wide, toothy grin.
"I didn't really introduce myself before, but I'm Uzumaki Naruto and I'm new here!"
Pale jade eyes stared at him, and then at his hand, and then at him. He made no move to return the gesture as he merely stared at Naruto.
"Er…" Naruto started to squirm uneasily and awkwardly in his seat as what felt like an eternity of heavy awkwardness pass between them before Naruto pulled his hand away. The way the boy was looking at him made him feel like he was boring holes through his head. He didn't know or understand what was up with this red-head, but something about him told Naruto that he wasn't one to be socialized with, but Naruto didn't care. He didn't like judging a person simply by their appearance or their first impressions. So the blonde remained persistent. "Ano… what's your name?"
Even though the boy remained silent for some time, Naruto continued to study him curiously. He wore a passive and emotionless expression, his emotions and whatever else he was thinking unreadable and guarded. His lips were seemingly etched into a perfect, thin line, and his eyes were a misty cloud of jade. Naruto was once told that a person's eyes was a gateway into a person's soul, a window into their very being. But as Naruto stared into this boy's eyes, he saw nothing, and that thought alone disturbed him somewhat as he smiled timidly, still waiting for a response. If he wasn't afraid to criticize and make fun of this guy, Naruto would call him Raccoon Boy for the black rings that rimmed his eyes and put heavy emphasis on his pale emerald eyes.
It's funny because as Naruto stared at him, he was slightly reminded of his best friend, Sakura. While Sakura had bright, bold emerald eyes, this guy had pale, light jade eyes. While Sakura had pink hair that stood out just as boldly as her eyes, this guy had sandy red hair, a hue not as bold as a bright pink or a brighter red. And as Naruto studied him, he was reminded of all the times he would turn around in his seat to meet the smiling face of his pink-haired friend. He felt a pang of longing in his chest.
"Well…?" Naruto continued to probe insistently, not noticing the slight twitch in the red-head's temple in a sign of irritation at being badgered by this new student.
He thought his silence and his glare would have made the blonde get up and find a new seat, or at least turn away from him, but no. He remained annoyingly persistent. He was debating on whether telling this… Naruto… who exactly he was, or at least telling him not to talk to him because no one ever dared bother him… but he concluded someone would tell the blonde sooner or later in a haste to save his life.
…But it seemed no one was paying attention to them, because no one had yet to try and save the cerulean-eyed boy…
He breathed out heavily through his nostrils before crossing his arms and eyeing Naruto in a bored manner as he muttered: "…Gaara." He figured if he just quenched the boy's curiosity for his name, he would then leave him alone, and he saw no harm in telling him his name anyway. The blonde was a small, skinny-looking thing with tousled sun-kissed hair that seemed to spike in all directions, bangs falling over his eyes and side bangs framing his golden-tanned face. Bright, cerulean eyes widened at first when he heard the name, but then they brightened and closed in a cat-like manner as he beamed pearly white teeth at Gaara.
"It's nice to meet you, Gaara!"
Gaara blinked blandly. He didn't understand why the boy seemed to happy to learn his name, nor did he understand why Naruto hadn't turned away yet, hadn't show his back to him yet, why he… wouldn't stop talking.
He was rambling about how he was new and how he didn't know anyone (here he gave a rather sulky and teary-eyed look to emphasize his dismay and what a wretched situation he was in), and how he missed his friend Sakura and some of his other friends from his old school… other than that Gaara stopped paying attention and tuned him out completely.
And then an irate comment made Gaara lift his gaze to him as Naruto looked to the teacher's desk and asked loudly: "Where's the teacher anyway? It's already fifteen minutes into class and he's not here yet…"
Hm. Yes. Gaara wondered the same thing.
But he didn't care.
If they were lucky, their teacher could have gotten hit by a car and died.
…but well Fate wasn't that nice as the door suddenly opened and a smiling man came walking in – or at least everyone assumed he was smiling because of how his eyes were closed and quirked and scrunched up in a way that would only scrunch up if one was smiling. People were staring at him in disbelief – not because of how late he was, but because of his ludicrous choice for wear. He was wearing a scarf that was wrapped around his neck and hid half of his face from view, along with a coat that looked far too thick to be wearing in such a nice weather. Glasses slid down the bridge of the man's nose before he pushed it back up as he waved to the class.
"Maa, maa… " Most of the students were still socializing when he came in. "Settle down now." They took their cue and quickly scuttled to their appropriate seats, all of them watching their teacher curiously as he shrugged his coat off, but left his scarf on. "Sorry for being late. I had to help an old woman cross the road. Charming woman, really, sweet as well. Aa…" His eyes opened in a starry-eyed manner as he clasped his hands together. "Doing good for others always brings a tear to my eye."
And then several snorts traveled throughout the class as they all stared accusingly yet amusedly at him.
Naruto assumed this was Hatake Kakashi, his homeroom teacher.
No one took their gaze from him as the silver-haired man sat down in his seat, studied the scattered paper planes on his desk with a curious gaze before ignoring them all together and pulling out his roll sheet. He went through the routine of calling out names and checking who was there and who was not.
"Here." He raised his hand.
At this, Kakashi looked up with a raised eyebrow. "Aa… So you're Uzumaki Naruto. I was wondering when you would show up. Had to mark you absent for a full week, y'know."
Naruto merely smiled sheepishly as he lowered his hand.
Kakashi continued roll call until he was done going through the list. He reached into a drawer and pulled out an orange book that made Naruto raise his eyebrow in a curious manner, wondering what the man could be reading. Kakashi made an absentminded gesture with his hand.
"Well, be good students and read now."
There were some protesting groans and shuffles before they all took out their books and read. Naruto looked around, not realizing he was supposed to bring a book, and made a mental note to ask Iruka for one so he could bring it tomorrow. He crossed his arms on the desk and tucked his chin against his arms before staring out the window. He sighed (again) and wondered how long it would take for the class to end.
His first two actual classes went by slow and uneventful – after homeroom he had English, and then Fire Country's History. They were released for a fifteen minute brunch and Naruto took that time to locate his locker. He already had some text books that he did not particularly enjoy carrying around, so as soon as he found his locker, he stuffed them into there. He closed his locker, sighed heavily, pressed his forehead against the cool door and closed his eyes. He would go visit Iruka in his classroom, but he knew he wouldn't have time to, and he saved that for lunch. And besides…
A sound currently caught his attention and curiosity.
It was something that sounded like a muffled giggle and a moan.
Curiosity getting the best of him, Naruto stood up straight and wandered cautiously down the hall and towards a turn in the corridor. He peeked around the corner, and his eyes widened and his jaw practically fell apart at what he saw. Two boys were making out, one pinning the other against some lockers as Naruto could see their hands were currently busy touching each other, and their mouths locked in a very intimate kiss.
Naruto found he couldn't look away, never having seen two boys making out before.
But when he realized he was staring longer than he should have been, he quickly pulled away and hurried in the opposite direction. He turned another corner and practically froze when seeing another pair of boys practically molesting each other openly in the hall.
And what threw Naruto off completely was that people were passing by, sending them amused and sly glances, or just not paying attention to them at all.
Now, Naruto was not a homophobic, nor did he have anything against gay guys but… he just didn't expect to stumble across such sights, especially when he never saw such things at his old school.
See, no one had warned Naruto that when he walked into Konoha's All Boy's High School that his life would change.
Nor had they warned him that Konoha's All Boy's High School had a nickname the girls from the All Girl's school gave them.
He felt someone rest a hand on his shoulder and clasp it and Naruto slowly turned to meet a pair of pale jade eyes and a rather feral and knowing smirk.
Gaara looked amused as his smirk widened.
"Welcome to Yaoi High, Naruto."
To be continued.
Mwaha. Review plz. –hearts-
(And sorry for any spelling/grammar errors. I am far too lazy to reread this and edit -dies-
Oh and... This fic isn't going to have any major plot... Soo... if you have any requests/suggestions/ideas for any pairing you would like to read about... then go ahead and recommend them! I am open to ideas. But I do know this is going to mostly be SasuNaru, and will most likely end SasuNaru. -giggles-)