Disclaimer: I don't own nor have I contributed to Naruto in any way! Nope! None!

2nd Disclaimer: The songs and lyrics mentioned in this fic do not belong to me! Nu-uh!

Sky-eyed Kitsune: Yes, another fanfic of mine! Feel free to groan.

Gomi-kun: --groans—

Sky-eyed Kitsune: Oh shut it. -- Anyways, this is TOTAL SASUNARU! There may be some one-sidedness, but it's total SASUNARU LUUUVVVV!

Fic Summary: 18 year-old senior Sasuke Uchiha never needed anything. His parents were loaded, he went to a genius high school, and he was the most popular guy there. He even had his own fanclub, though he despised it. But he finds now that he needs many things. A bodyguard, a math tutor, an escape…but what does falling in love have to do with it?

18 year-old senior Naruto Uzumaki never asked for anything. True, he needed a lot of things like money, a car, a better apartment, and some parents, though he never asked for squat. But now for once in his life Naruto is asking for something. Just someone to see past him, past his mask and ruse, to the real him.

When two teens from a genius high school are finally forced to get to know each other, one boy will discover many secrets, and in turn that the teen he met was from a completely different side of the tracks.

Angst. Friendship. Trust. Betrayal. Love.

In short, taking out of the fuzzy stuff, CHAOS WILL ENSUE.

Pairings: SASUNARU, one-sided nejinaru, one-sided narusaku

This fic is inspired a lot by the songs that I will post here. :D

Who I am Hates Who I've Been by Relient K

I watched the proverbial sunrise
Coming up over the Pacific and
You might think I'm losing my mind,
But I will shy away from the specifics...

'cause I don't want you to know where I am
'cause then you'll see my heart
In the saddest state it's ever been.

This is no place to try and live my life.

Stop right there. That's exactly where I lost it.
See that line. Well I never should have crossed it.
Stop right there. Well I never should have said
That it's the very moment that
I wish that I could take back.

I'm sorry for the person I became.
I'm sorry that it took so long for me to change.
I'm ready to be sure I never become that way again
'cause who I am hates who I've been.
Who I am hates who I've been.

I talk to absolutely no one.
Couldn't keep to myself enough.
And the things bottled inside have finally begun
To create so much pressure that I'll soon blow up.

I heard the reverberating footsteps
Synching up to the beating of my heart,
And I was positive that unless I got myself together,
I would watch me fall apart.

And I can't let that happen again
'cause then you'll see my heart
In the saddest state it's ever been.

This is no place to try and live my life.

Who I am hates who I've been
And who I am will take the second chance you gave me.
Who I am hates who I've been
'cause who I've been only ever made me...

So sorry for the person I became.
So sorry that it took so long for me to change.
I'm ready to be sure I never become that way again
'cause who I am hates who I've been.
Who I am hates who I've been.

Chapter One: What You and I Need


The rattle of a loose metal locker coupled with a painful groan echoed down the navy painted hallway.

"Cough it up rich boy!" a burly brown-haired senior growled to the teen he held up by the collar of his soccer jersey.

Sasuke sighed. It was the same thing almost everyday. Soccer practices were always held between Konoha High and Otogakure High. The Konoha team would troop in, get changed in the locker room, come out, and then someone would get shaken down for money by an after school thug.

By someone Sasuke meant himself, his friends Rock Lee and Shikamaru, or his cousin Neji.

Sasuke could have beaten the shit out of the boy honestly. Sasuke had a lithe figure, but he was tall and had a black belt in martial arts.

"Well Uchiha!?" the bully yelled, slamming Sasuke to the locker again.

Sasuke curled his fists in anger. Oh how he wanted to beat this teen into the next dimension, but if he was caught being violent on Otogakure grounds, his soccer coaches Gai and Kakashi would ban him from the next play off. And the team needed Sasuke to win.

Sasuke reached into his pocket and fished around in it until he pulled out two rolled up fives.

"Here," he said, shoving them to the rough teen. "Happy?"

The young man snatched the scrap of cash, released Sasuke, and was gone within the second.

Sasuke dropped to the floor and unintentionally slammed his head against the locker in back of him. He groaned a bit and rubbed the sore spot.

"Not again."

Sasuke looked up at the new non-threatening voice to see Neji, Lee, and Shikamaru standing over him. Lee offered a hand and Sasuke took it gratefully, brushing his green and white uniform off.

"I swear, these guys need a new hobby," Neji said, and Lee nodded enthusiastically in agreement. "Either that or we all quit soccer."

"No way," Sasuke said. "My dad would kill me."

"As would mine," Shikamaru sighed, tipping his head to the side lazily.

They were all matched perfectly in sorrow.

Shikamaru snored loudly at his desk the next morning, drool slipping from the corner of his mouth as he listened to his literature teacher Mr. Iruka Umino explain the intricate web of deceit and power struggle that coupled with Shakespeare's "Macbeth".

"Now with this scene…" Iruka said, writing on the chalkboard and holding a copy of Macbeth with his other hand.

"We have Macbeth alerting his wife Lady Macbeth that he has killed King Duncan, but is very rattled by the experience. Macbeth seems to almost be going insane as he hears voices and sees a dagger before him…"

Sasuke sat by the window, as usual, his face pensive as he leaned it on his hand and looked out the pane to the campus covered by an overflowing green field.

"Lady Macbeth is very angry with Macbeth for bringing back the daggers with which he murdered the king. She orders him to go back and place them with the guards, and then smear them with blood to frame them…"

Neji looked at the board, pretending to listen as he stared out into space. What else were mornings good for?

"But Macbeth states his discomfort of going back to see Duncan dead and look at the crime he has performed. He says, 'I'll go no more. I am afraid to think what I have done. Look on it again I dare not.'"

Lee scribbled notes madly on his notebook as he strived to copy Iruka's lecture word for word, not wanting to miss a thing, even if he had already read over and analyzed the play.

"This shows that Macbeth still retains some loyalty to Duncan, even though he has ultimately committed the prime act of betrayal towards him. If we scroll down to the end of the scene, Macbeth-"

Iruka was cut off as a sudden knocking came at the door. Lee's head shot up, Neji flicked his gaze towards the source of intrusion, Sasuke continued to stare out the window, and Shikamaru let out an extra loud snort in his sleep.

"Yes, come in!" Iruka said, turning from the chalkboard and placing a marker in his script. The door opened, but no one stepped inside. Nonetheless, Iruka's face lit up, indicating someone outside the door.

"You came!" he said, smiling brightly. "I was getting worried for a second there that you wouldn't show up!"

Iruka paused, then said,

"Hontouni anshin shita!"

The class did a double-take. Was that Japanese?! This peaked Shikamaru's interest, but Sasuke couldn't have cared less if his teacher was speaking gibberish.

"Shinpai shinaide Iruka-sensei," another voice said, and the class perked up with the exception of a brooding raven.

"Gomen," Iruka said, and then turned to the class. "Students, today we will be getting a new transfer student. He's late, since we're about two months into the school year, due to moving issues with his guardian. He grew up in Japan but has been living here for about four years and is one-hundred percent fluent in English. Please be kind and give him a nice welcome!"

Iruka smiled as he took a long pause and placed his hands behind his back.

The room was silent for a moment until Iruka whipped his head back in the direction of the door.

"Naruto! Ohairinasai!" he said. The class heard a groan from the door, then gasped as the new student stepped in.

He was 18 like the rest of the seniors, wearing the typical black uniform, but it made him stand out all the more. His hair was a gold-dipped blonde that sprouted from his head in tamed spikes, falling around his face and brushing against his shoulders. Against the black his blue eyes dazzled, churning the sky a stormy grey with envy. He was shorter than average by an inch, his figure lithe and slender, his arms slightly muscular. His sun-kissed skin stretched over him as if he was dipped in liquid gold, shining in the light spilling in through the window.

The class of boys whistled and looked at Naruto hungrily, sizing him up with their eyes.

Naruto fought down a blush as Iruka said,

"Naruto, would you like to say anything to the class?"

Naruto opened his mouth and Iruka said quickly,

"Something that isn't a cuss word or insult in Japanese?"

Naruto's mouth shut as a small ripple of laughter spread throughout the students. Naruto did blush this time and turned his gaze away.

"Hazukashigaranaide, Naruto," Iruka said, and Naruto flashed him a short glare.

Naruto looked down to the floor.

"Stay away from me and I'll stay away from you," he said quietly.

This finally got Sasuke's attention, and he lifted his head and almost gasped at the blonde god before him.

"That was…alright," Iruka said, sweat-dropping. "How about you go sit next to Sasuke. He's in the back with the black hair."

Sasuke blinked as Naruto lifted his gaze and locked his intense azure eyes with Sasuke's.

"Un," Naruto said to Iruka, and headed to the back.

Sasuke's heart rate rose to a mile a minute as the blonde beauty approached him. He seemed to be the only thing in the room; nothing else mattered, and it almost seems as if they never had.

Naruto sat down beside Sasuke, who couldn't help but stare at the magnificent young man.

Naruto crossed his arms on his desk and nestled his head in them, watching the board dully. He suddenly felt Sasuke's gaze on him and turned his head to look at the Uchiha. His breath caught a bit at the 18 year-old's handsomeness, but he shook it off quickly.

"What are you looking at?" Naruto said scornfully.

Sasuke ripped his eyes away and snorted.

"Hn," he said, his famous conversation breaker, and Naruto sighed and closed his eyes.

Sasuke settled his gaze on the boy once more, unable to keep his attention on the board, window, or anything else during that period whatsoever.

"Perhaps we are in need of some protection during soccer practice?" Lee voiced his thought as the four seniors walked down the street together, their hands all stuffed in their coat pockets as the chilly autumn air licked at their skin.

"That's not a bad idea," Neji said.

"If I ask my parents for a body guard, they'll ask for a long explain of why that I really don't want to give," Sasuke said, and the group shared neutral agreement.

"Why don't we just pay someone ourselves?" Neji said. "We still get allowances, even if we don't do chores anymore. And it's a hell of a lot more than most people get."

"This is true!" Lee cried with enthusiasm.

"If you guys haven't noticed, no one we know is particularly of the body guard type," Shikamaru sighed.

It was so true. The only people at the all boys Konoha High academy were nerds with nothing better to do than study. What good could they do against a bunch of thugs? Pocket-pen-protector them to death?

"I wasn't thinking of someone from our school," Neji said, unusually thoughtful, and the group stopped.

He had an idea, most definitely.

"You guys know about those gangs that hang around Sungakure High?" Neji said, grinning.

The group nodded.

"Who wouldn't?" Shikamaru said. "Gang fights happen there practically everyday."

"Well, I heard from someone that that's where Kyuubi likes to hang out."

The group went deathly silent.

Everyone knew Kyuubi. Everyone.

He was the leader of the gang Kurochi otherwise known as "Black Blood". The gang was small, and though finding the members was easy, finding Kyuubi himself was not.

He seemed to disappear on most occasions, and anyone who sought him out would fail or get beaten up by Kurochi. Many people said that his gang leader position was only a side job, and that he was a loner.

Whether or not this was true was a mystery, but everyone knew Kyuubi. He had never killed anyone, but he was infamous for supporting Kurochi during gang wars, always being the one to deliver the last blow.

"Who'd you hear this from?" Sasuke asked slowly.

"Uzumaki," Neji replied. "He was talking about it on his cell phone after school."

"Uzumaki? Uzumaki Naruto?" Sasuke repeated, his face nothing short of baffled.

"The new student?" Lee asked.

"Yea. The hot guy," Shikamaru said, and the group did a double-take. Shikamaru sighed and rolled his eyes.

"He's hot, but relationships are too troublesome."

It was known that Shikamaru was bi as well as Sasuke, Lee was as straight as a pole, and Neji was gay.

"How about keeping your comments to yourself?" Neji growled.

"Yea, I should keep my mouth shut just because you have a crush on him," Shikamaru retorted, and Neji's face flushed red.

"S-shut up!" he snapped as Lee sniggered.

"Getting back to our protection problem…" Lee said. "I think we need to ask some more about Kyuubi's location to confirm!" He slammed his fist down on his open palm. The group nodded.

"Sasuke, you'll do it," Shikamaru said,

"What? Why me?" Sasuke griped.

Shikamaru didn't answer as the grouped walked forward, the Uchiha fuming next to them.

He hated when Shikamaru did that.

The bell reverberated through the academy, and everyone fled, glad to be let out on a Friday.

Sasuke, instead of joining the maniacs as they stampeded out of the school as quickly as possible, took his merry old time, waiting for a certain someone to arrive.

Finally a blond walked through the door and up to the literature teacher, Iruka Umino, and Sasuke inwardly cheered.

Sasuke walked up to the duo, the blonde's back facing him, and calmed himself. Why was he so nervous? Ok, the blonde was hot…but he had faced plenty of good looking people and he just brushed them off like anyone else! Why was Naruto making him feel so differently?

"Mr. Umino," Sasuke said as he stopped right behind Naruto, who didn't move or turn around. "I'm sorry to interrupt…"

"Not at all Sasuke!" Iruka said cheerfully, and Sasuke smiled a bit. Iruka was the kindest teacher in the school.

"I was wondering if I could borrow Naruto for a few minutes."

Iruka looked a bit taken aback, and Naruto visibly tensed.

Iruka flicked his warm chocolate brown gaze to Naruto, and then he smiled.

"Go on Naruto," he said.

"Iie Iruka-sensei," Naruto said quietly, but Sasuke still heard it.

What language was that again? Japanese?

Sasuke's mind suddenly flipped over to the sound of Naruto's voice. It was so soft, and not just because he was speaking quietly. It was a bit higher than most male's of their age, but it wasn't earsplitting either. It was a nice settlement between the two. And as soft as it was, Sasuke could sense a small chip in it like a bit of throaty roughness, but just barely noticeable. Sasuke decided he liked that voice a lot…

Sasuke mentally smacked himself. Ok, he was bi, so what? He had a mission to compete! No flirting on the job! Actually he had never flirted before because no one interested him…but still! Focus!

"Naruto," Iruka said, a hint of concern in his voice. "Douka shimashita ka?"

Wait, now Iruka spoke Japanese!? Sasuke wished he hadn't tuned out the classroom conversation now.

"Wakarimasen," Naruto said quietly again.

"Doushita no?"

Naruto paused, flicking his eyes to the corner to look at Sasuke without the Uchiha knowing.

"Sumimasen," he sighed. "Betsuni."

Naruto turned without facing Sasuke and walked to the door.

"Dewa mata Iruka-sensei," he said.

"Naruto, doko-"

"Waaku," Naruto cut off his teacher, before he left the classroom.

"Naruto, matte!" Iruka said, but upon receiving no answer he sighed and gave up.

"Does Naruto only speak Japanese?" Sasuke asked without thinking.

"No, he's fluent in English. Talking in Japanese makes him more comfortable though."

"So…mind translating?"

"It's nothing. I don't think he wants to talk to you. Is it important?"


"Well you could try running him down. He walks to work so you should be able to catch him."

"Where does he work?"

"At the Falling Leaf Café."

Sasuke nodded thanks as he ran out the door. That was he favorite café and now a blonde god would be working there?

Sasuke repressed a fanboy daze.

Sasuke rushed out of the school and made a left on the sidewalk, running over a crosswalk and almost getting hit by a car in his hurry.

Then he saw it- the mat of ripe golden hair swaying gently against a black uniform.

Sasuke was glad they were entering a deserted sidewalk as he ran up to the young man.

"Naruto!" he called, but Naruto didn't turn. What had Iruka said to him before he left?

"Matte!" Sasuke tried, and amazingly, Naruto stopped.

But then at the sight of Sasuke out of his peripheral vision Naruto started walking again.

"Matte!" Sasuke said again, and he sped up until he was walking beside the boy.

"Naruto! Wait a second dobe!" Sasuke said, using one of the few Japanese words he knew.

"Teme," Naruto growled back, and Sasuke raised an eyebrow.

As stupid as he was with Japanese, even he knew that word!

"Naruto, stop," Sasuke said. When Naruto didn't respond and continued to keep his head down and walking, Sasuke stepped in front of him.

"Leave me alone," Naruto said as he stopped without looking up.

"Dobe, just give me a minute here!" Sasuke said. "I just need to ask you-"

Sasuke was cut off as he was suddenly shoved forward into Naruto as a person rushed by.

"Sorry!" the boy yelled. "I'm late!" With that he kept running.

Sasuke's eyes widened as he fell forward, toppling Naruto over, and their lips crashed together.

A sweet sensation exploded in Sasuke's mouth like dynamite, and he was sure he saw sparks fly.

Sasuke stared into the utterly gorgeous blue eyes before him, and he was swept into a crystal sky.

Suddenly Sasuke remembered his mission, and he reluctantly pulled away from the unintentional kiss. That was the first VERY close look he got of Naruto.

There was a flawless tan stretching over unblemished (A/N: explained later!) cheeks and down his neck. His form was lithe but firm, slender but strong. His eyes were the most indescribable shade of blue he had ever laid eyes on. His hair splayed out on the pavement in tamed spikes of sunshine, brushing again his black uniform like the stars against the backdrop of the night.

Sasuke felt a nosebleed coming on for the first time in his life when Naruto said,

"Can you get off me?"

Sasuke blinked a few times, then scrambled off of Naruto, hiding a blush.

He watched Naruto as he too got up, and when he saw the pink blush over the tanned face, he thought he would melt from a cuteness overload.

"Fine, what is it?" Naruto asked, jamming his hands into the pockets of his black school uniform pants.

Sasuke regained his composure and he held out his hand.

"Sasuke Uchiha," he introduced himself.

Naruto stared Sasuke's hand and searched his eyes briefly before he attentively extended his hand to meet the other boy's.

"Naruto Uzumaki," Naruto said.

Unknowingly to each other they both experienced erupting warmth as their skin met and their hearts started to beat a little faster.

They both let go slowly.

They didn't speak and just stood there until Sasuke broke the silence.

"So…I uh, wanted to ask you something," he said.

"I'm not going out with you," Naruto said as he straightened his shirt.

"Wha- no! T-that was an accident! I wanted to ask you a real question!"

"Nani?" Naruto said.

"English please dobe."

"Tch. Teme. What is it?"

"I've heard that you know where Kyuubi is?"

Naruto took in a sharp intake of air and the atmosphere tensed at the sound of the name.

"Why do you want to know where Kyuubi is?" Naruto asked, his face suddenly serious.

"My friends and I need to ask him something," Sasuke replied firmly. Naruto looked Sasuke hard in the eyes, and Sasuke felt himself become lost in the sky once more.

"Sungakure," Naruto murmured.


"Sungakure High. He'll be at Sungakure High School this Saturday at 3-4pm."

"3-4 eh? Ok. Thanks. Wait…how do you know where he'll be? Are you two related or something?"

"Something like that…" Naruto said quietly as he turned back around.

"Wait!" Sasuke said, and he grabbed Naruto's hand. Another spark shot up his back as sunshine skin clashed with snow.

"Could you take me to him?" Sasuke asked.

"No," Naruto said firmly, removing his hand from Sasuke's and giving him a glare.

"Listen, I'm late for work."

With that Naruto sped off.

Sasuke blinked after him.

Why was he so quiet and antisocial? Sasuke scoffed. He was turning into a hypocrite. After all, he was the most antisocial bastard in the whole school. But still, Sasuke wanted to know more for some reason. Naruto Uzumaki, transfer student of Konoha High and related to the famous gang leader Kyuubi…

Sasuke really wanted to know him now.

Muhahaha! Who is Kyuubi!? Me no tellie :b

Sky-eyed Kitsune and Gomi-kun