Lights and Sounds

By Light Catastrophe

Chapter one: Awake and Dreaming

Rating: T (for now)

Warnings: slash, yaoi, mpreg (perhaps more to come)

Disclaimer: I own several of these characters – all of the children – but I do not own any of the adults.

Author's babblings: Okay, I know I said I was going to be working on The Light Side of Me, but I got really inspired for this story. Basically, in this fic, everyone will get tied together through the children of all the main Naruto characters. Please read this. In my opinion this one is the best in this series. All the chapters will be named after musical pieces. Oh and I got the summary of this from the movie August Rush and also got some of my inspiration from that movie although I started writing this before I saw the movie. If you haven't seen it… SEE IT! It's amazing! I made all of the characters older to make it go with the story better. So Destin is a freshman in high school. Here are the ages: Destin: 14 (nearly 15); Kira: 8; Naruto: 33; and Sasuke: 34.

Destin's point of view

Sometimes, the world tries to knock it out of you. But I believe in music the way that some people believe in fairy tales… The music is all around us. All you have to do is listen.

-August Rush

Kohona Academy: according the huge sign outside, this was to be my new home. Dad stopped the car outside the main, large, elaborately decorated building. No one could be seen outside. Perhaps they were all in class. Yes, I saw them now, up in the windows. Before we got out of the car, Dad placed his hand on my arm and said, "If anyone asks who your mother is it would be best not to tell them."

I nodded. Always, I wondered what the story was behind my birth. They never told me. I knew it wasn't normal for men to give birth. One day they would tell me – or I would find out for myself.

We walked up to the big front doors. I opened them to reveal a long hallway, completely vacant of human life. Soon though, I knew, the bell would ring and students would rush out, eager to talk to friends before their next class began. Our feet padded along the marble floor, echoing off the walls. Finally, we came across a door that read: Principal's Office. Dad peered through the long windows framing the door. A flash of recognition crossed his face. "This is where I leave you," he said, wrapping me in a hug. I inclined my head, not questioning him. With one last squeeze, he pulled away and strode down the hall without looking back.

Sighing deeply, I pushed through the door and over threshold. A secretary with wide, caring eyes greeted me. "Oh, you must be Destin."

"Yes," I mumbled, chewing on my bottom lip, a nervous habit I never knew I had before.

"The principal is waiting for you right through there," she said, motioning to her right. Nodding my thank you, I followed her instructions and found myself standing front of a short, red-haired man who appeared to be about my parents' age. He looked up from his desk, which seemed rather enormous for a man on his stature. His eyebrows raised into a fringe of bangs. "Hello, Destin," he said, holding out his hand to me. "I'm principal Gaara." There was a vibe I was getting from this man that didn't settle well in my stomach. Perhaps it was the sneer that spread across his features when he said, "So you are the first child of Sasuke Uchiha. I cannot believe that man ever settled down with a family. He was always a brooding loner."

My fists clenched and I felt anger rise in my throat. I wouldn't let this man get to me. "Can I have my schedule and my dorm number?"

Gaara laughed as he handed me some papers. As I left the room, I heard him mutter, "Like father, like son."

As soon as I was safely in the hallway again, I opened the papers to reveal a map of the school. The campus seemed to be very large and divided into two: General Education and Music Academy, with shared dormitories in between. Then I came to the sheet with my dorm assignment on it. My heart seemed to stop beating in my ribcage.

I had to share a room with another boy.

I didn't know how I could have been so naïve as to think otherwise. Of course I would have to share a room. Tears sprung to my eyes, but I quickly wiped them away. This was just another boy my age; he wouldn't hurt me; he didn't know me.

The lawn between the buildings crunched beneath my feet, frost still clinging to the blades of grass. I pulled my coat closer around me and continued to shuffle through the papers Gaara had given me. Instead of a schedule, I found a letter.

Mr. Destin Uchiha,

In order for us to find where you best fit in this prestigious academy, you are required to take a test. It will have two parts: academic and musical.

As you may already know, this school is actually two separate schools: one for general education and one for advanced music. Assuming you do well on the test, upon becoming part of the Music Academy, you will be given a different uniform.

Each school is divided up into five groups: A through E, group A students being at the top of the class, group E being at the bottom. You will be placed accordingly after your test results come in.

Please show up for your test tomorrow at 8 a.m. in the auditorium.


The Board of Trustees

By the time I finished the letter, I found myself in front of the boy's dormitory. I stuffed the papers in my coat pocket and pushed my way inside. There was no one there, but I figured I could find my way. Rubbing my hands together in an attempt to warm them, I ascended the old, squeaky staircase. The place was fairly simple to navigate and I soon found myself in front of a door with two names on it: Kei and Destin – no last names.

Using the key I had been given I opened the door to reveal a fairly fancy room with two canopied beds, two closets, two desks, a large window, and an attached bathroom. One side was already occupied: neatly-made bed, tidy desk, clothes folded and in a stack on the bed. At least I wouldn't be rooming with a slob. My bags were already on my bed. Without bothering to move them, I crawled on top of the downy comforter and fell into an exhausted sleep.

The next thing I knew I was being shaken awake by someone with strong hands and nice-smelling hair. I could tell he was handsome before I even opened my eyes to look at his face. His voice was a soft, gentle melody drifting into my ears: "Wake up."

So I opened my eyes and found myself staring at a tall, blonde boy with eyes so deep and green it was as though you could be sucked right into them and never need nor want to return to the harshness of reality. "You slept through dinner," he said, pointing to a plate of food. "I thought since it is your first night here I'd bring you some, but don't expect it to happen again." I thought I would be afraid of him, but there was just something… something about him that was comforting… familiar – as though he hadn't had the most amazing life either. He stood there for a moment before plopping down on his bed and taking off his shoes. He had rather large feet, I noticed – well, at least compared to mine. "You sure you're a boy?" he asked suddenly.

"Yes," I said automatically, blushing a bit.

"Oh, so you do talk. I was wondering if maybe they had paired me up with a mute." I shook my head and reached for the plate of food still sitting on my desk, my stomach growling after so many hours without food. The boy laughed. "Well, you certainly don't eat like a girl. My name is Kei by the way."

"Destin," I said after swallowing a mouthful of food. He rolled his eyes and opened his backpack, pulling out a book and lounging back on his pillows. "What group are you in?" I asked, curiously.

Sighing, he sat up and looked me in the eyes. "I'm in Group A from the Music Academy. I'm number one in our class." My eyes must have widened because he chuckled and then asked, "What are you?"

"I-I don't know yet," I said, shoving another bit of food in my mouth. "What instrument do you play?"

He groaned. "I sing and play the violin. Now, do you mind? I'm trying to finish my book."

"Sorry," I muttered, eating the last of my dinner and then settling onto my bed. What an unusual guy. My senses were reeling because of him. Usually people were so easy for me to read, but Kei… he was different – like he had trained himself to be reserved around people. I noticed his uniform was white, unlike my black ones, and had a large letter 'A' embroidered on the chest pocket. His sleeves were rolled up, the shirt not completely buttoned up, revealing a cross necklace and a smooth chest.

After my stomach settled a bit, I went about unpacking. Despite the fact Dad had a lot of money, I had never been spoiled as a child, so I didn't have much to unpack and it only took me about half an hour.

"I would have though the son of Sasuke Uchiha might have a few more possessions than you do," Kei said from behind me.

I replied by saying, "So long as I have music I don't need anything else. If you listen, all around, there is constant music. All you have to do is open your ears."

He seemed a bit surprised at my response, but mumbled softly, "Well said."

That night, I had trouble sleeping. There were so many new noises to get used to: the constant drone of city traffic; the sounds of students in the hallways; the buzz of the lamp outside my window; Kei's breathing. All my life, I listened to the same noises and now I was bombarded with such a variety of new ones I thought I might just lose my mind. Also, and though I didn't want to admit it, I was scared – scared Kei might do something if I allowed myself to drift off.

Somehow, apparently, I managed to fall asleep because I woke up to the annoying screeching sound of the alarm clock going off in my ear. On the other side of the room, Kei remained soundly sleeping. Inhaling deeply, I dragged myself out of bed and into our bathroom. I found myself thankful this school had so much money so each room had its own bathroom or else I think I would have gone an entire year without showering.

The hot water felt like heaven running over my skin, washing away any stress from the previous day. I then noticed, not for the first time, how feminine my body really was: shoulder-length hair; button nose; thin limbs; slender fingers. Sometimes life just wasn't fair. I shuddered as my worst memories came rushing back to me, cursing whatever higher power had given me a photographic memory. Six years later and I was still plagued with clear pictures of that night: the night when my innocence had been cruelly taken and I could do nothing to stop it.

A loud knocking on the door wrenched me away from those thoughts. "Destin, hurry up!" I quickly shut off the water and hopped out, drying my hair while brushing my teeth. After pulling on my uniform, I opened the door and rushed past Kei. He just laughed before walking into the bathroom. A few seconds later, the shower was running again.

It was 7:15, meaning I had just enough time to grab something to eat before my test. In a way, it was rather cruel of them to throw this on me without any prior warning, but there wasn't much way I could have studied for it anyway. I pulled on my jacket and set out of the room. As soon as I stepped foot into the hallway I felt eyes upon me, though most were trying to be inconspicuous. I walked past many people before I got to the lawn and the brisk winter air accompanying it. I breathed a sigh of relief.

Although it was still rather early for breakfast, there were several people in the cafeteria. Self-consciously, I picked up a tray and made my way through the line, then sat in the corner of the cafeteria, picking at my food. A few minutes later, I felt a presence coming toward me before I looked up to meet eyes with a bouncy, bright-eyed girl. She set her tray down before holding out her hand. "Hello. I'm Rika."

For some time we just stared at each other, taking the other in. She wore a Music Academy uniform with a letter 'B' on the pocket. "Destin," I said, finally, taking her hand.

"Yeah," she said, sitting down. "You haven't even been here a day and you're already the talk of the school." By this time, more students appeared, eager to get breakfast before morning classes began. "So do you play piano like your father," she questioned.


She smiled as the first bell rang. "Good luck on your test," she said, sincerely, and running off.

"Thank you," I mumbled. Maybe I could get used to this place.

Babblings: Well, what do you think? I have a lot of really neat ideas for this story. You will find out more about Kei and his parents later. Trust me when I say that will be interesting.