Here is the CHAPTER 2
"W-WHAT!" Naruto exclaimed rudely.
"Uzumaki-kun," a man with cloudy hair, couldn't have been more than thirty spoke from across a black super-glossed lavish desk.
The boy looked up, "Yes, Mr.-"
"Please," he spoke coolly, yet affectionately, "Just Kakashi."
"If I may intrude, Mr-, Kakashi, I mean, my wife and I actually have to leave…" Minato glanced at his wife and spoke clearly, but apologetically.
The man, Kakashi, appeared to be grinning, but in the dim yellow light, the red of his chair reflected making it impossible to get a clear image. "Go right ahead. I will take care of Uzumaki-kun and you can call anytime you want. I understand."
Naruto was a little shocked. His parents hadn't told him they'd be leaving so soon….well, since they were he'd might as well say a friendly goodbye.
"Otou-san!" Naruto hopped out of his chair, smiling foxily and saluting, "Until later, then." Minato grinned, matching his son, and repeated the actions. Naruto kneeled in front of his mother. "Kaa-chan, have a safe trip, I'll miss you," he mumbled as he kissed her hand. After some blushing and embraces involving the Uzumakis, Naruto was left alone in the ominous office of Kakashi.
"My, my, Naru-chan," in two seconds the whole atmosphere in the room changed. "It seems that it's getting late and you won't have time for the tour. Uchiha-san, you remember him, right? The one that so kindly greeted you at the door will show you to your lodgings and introduce you to your roommate. And, I suggest you be careful around him and don't overstep boundaries. You don't know who you may 'meet'."
For some reason Naruto felt like there was not only ulterior motives but also hidden meanings behind some of the words Kakashi had just said. He was about to open his mouth and shout at the director about being odd and mysterious when the door creaked open. The light that came in barley made a difference in the dark of the extensive room. "Uchiha-chan, here so early? It seems you cannot hide your curiosity entirely from me. Very well, then. Make sure Naruto is comfortable and doesn't have a problem."
Naruto glanced at the man at the door and scowled. It was him. But…in all truth, Naruto wasn't entirely upset. Uchiha…he knew that part. But what was his first name. And how come he existed in this world? To torture him?
Kami-sama, I hate your antics…I love you and all, but how can I bear…
"Oi, bode," a hand lightly whacked his head. "I said, let's go."
Naruto was smiling a thousand watts bright inside. He's the same. "Teme!" This time…
Naruto followed Sasuke out the door and into a hallway lined with wood and paper screens. "I don't see why I should follow a guy like you!" This time…
"I don't see why you have to be such a dobe and yell at me as soon as you see me," Sasuke's voice raised a little at then end, he was loosing his cool. This time, I wont let you run away. I'll save you and we'll finally live peacefully in Konoha. Or wherever we are. I promised you…I promised I would bring you back, even if I had to break every bone in your body. You are…you are my most important person and my best friend. I will keep my promises, that is my way of the ninja!
As they bickered all the way down the hallway, Naruto imagined his best friend being here, back when they were genin on another mission. Suddenly, they stopped in front of a door and Sasuke fumbled through a huge key chain, looking for the right one. That's when Naruto decided he would take a long look at Uchiha-san. First thing he noticed was the serious expression he wore. Eyebrows delicately pinched, corners of his lips pulled taught. Creases in his forehead showed clearly, which added a few years to Naruto's age calculation. The only thing about his features that wasn't obviously stressed was the thin, pale nose, which sat delicately and oddly in the middle of his face as if saying, 'Hey! Lookit me! I'm cute!'
Wait. Rewind. Uchiha-san's nose did not just say that to Naruto. However, there was no doubt his eyes were saying, "What the ****?" Wait, no, he'd said that out loud.
"Huh?" Naruto said dumbly.
"Why were you just…never mind," his alluring voice sounded unsure and oddly vulnerable... "Hey! Are you deaf!"
"N-no! What did you say, though?"
The veins were popping out of his forehead, "I said, what is your name?"
Naruto grinned so wide his mouth hurt, "Uzumaki Naruto, the world's best martial artist!"
"Oh really," Sasuke scoffed, "We'll see about that later, but for now, you should meet your roommate, Gaara." With that, he swung the aluminum door open to reveal a little boy, sitting on the floor…and what was that smell?
"He's only eleven, so be nice to him. And…Gaara, what is that?" Sasuke spoke coolly out to the boy.
"Nail polish. My brother told me to try some," the red haired boy spoke without looking up at the duo.
Sasuke looked indifferent about it, almost as if he hadn't heard Gaara. "Naruto, was it? Would you like to tell me of anything you need? I don't know anything about you yet, so if there's something you know you need to 'control' yourself, please, tell."
Naruto frowned, "I'm not a dog. I don't need a treat and a pat on the head to keep me happy, teme!"
Suddenly, a face popped around the corner. Red make-up and sharp canines spoke, "Did someone say dog? Where is it? Give it to me! It's mine, let go!" Sasuke had grabbed the boy and brought him back to the room on the left then locked the door. Naruto just stared. Sasuke looked annoyed.
"Right. Um…where's my bags?"
On your bed."
"Oh."
"…"
"What do I call you?"
"Uchiha-sensei would do."
Naruto suddenly became angry, "Don't just stand there silent, like a bastard!" Silence. "Bastard! Why do you even work here? You look not older than twenty, why aren't you in college!"
Sasuke couldn't lie and say that didn't hit a nerve.
"For your info, loser, I didn't have a choice! And I'm twenty-one! And don't talk about what you know nothing about! Get in your room, I will come get you for dinner, ungrateful loser!"
The door slammed in both their faces. Sasuke, on one side sighed silently into the door and on the other, Naruto tried not to tremble.
Gaara looked up from his nail polish fest. He spoke extremely slowly and quietly, "He likes you."
"W-what!" Naruto managed to send out.
"Uchiha-sensei…he never yells…or shows emotion….and above all, never talks about his past or why he works here," Gaara rambled on as though it was a description of the weather. Naruto looked dumbfounded, but on the inside, a tiny flame was burning. "Uchiha-sensei must not be able to control himself when you speak to him. He must've felt something…besides hate."
"Gaara, did you say your name was?" Naruto asked, in puzzlement.
A nod. A thump. Naruto fainted. But in all truth, that's not all that happened. The world of the Konoha ninjas was once again progressing. Naruto, the force that drove it, was back. It was the morning that he and the new cell seven would infiltrate the Sound compound and finally see Sasuke after three years. (1) Not only that, but they would fight him and Kabuto and once again fail. Fail. Inside Naruto felt weak. There was no doubt that he was a strong ninja, but seeing what his friend had become…and how it was him who let it be that way. It tore his heart to shreds. That's another reason why Gaara was standing above him, screaming.
As soon as Naruto had fainted, Gaara jumped up from where he'd been sitting, knocking the silver nail polish into the white carpet. The blond on the floor twitched. Gaara stood, tense and eyes wide. He only started screaming when Naruto started scratching at his throat. The long finger nails left gashes and red globs were absorbed by the carpet. People were running in frenzy. Other started screaming. Gaara sat on his bed, rocking back and forth, mumbling and holding his head. Naruto was murdering himself…in the world of Konoha ninjas, his heart and spirit was being crushed. In the world of reality, his body was trying to kill himself. To rid of the pain. The emotions. But, no. It was not his time to die. And he would wake up the next day in a isolated ward. Sure, he would return to his room with Gaara, but before that, his counselor would have to talk to him. And as he sat upright in bed, throat covered in bandaged, yellow hair wild, the door was eased open and non other than a raven-haired young man stepped through the door.
"Hello, bode, care to tell me about this 'incident?'
"W-WHAT!" Naruto exclaimed rudely.
"Uzumaki-kun," a man with cloudy hair, couldn't have been more than thirty spoke from across a black super-glossed lavish desk.
The boy looked up, "Yes, Mr.-"
"Please," he spoke coolly, yet affectionately, "Just Kakashi."
"If I may intrude, Mr-, Kakashi, I mean, my wife and I actually have to leave…" Minato glanced at his wife and spoke clearly, but apologetically.
The man, Kakashi, appeared to be grinning, but in the dim yellow light, the red of his chair reflected making it impossible to get a clear image. "Go right ahead. I will take care of Uzumaki-kun and you can call anytime you want. I understand."
Naruto was a little shocked. His parents hadn't told him they'd be leaving so soon….well, since they were he'd might as well say a friendly goodbye.
"Otou-san!" Naruto hopped out of his chair, smiling foxily and saluting, "Until later, then." Minato grinned, matching his son, and repeated the actions. Naruto kneeled in front of his mother. "Kaa-chan, have a safe trip, I'll miss you," he mumbled as he kissed her hand. After some blushing and embraces involving the Uzumakis, Naruto was left alone in the ominous office of Kakashi.
"My, my, Naru-chan," in two seconds the whole atmosphere in the room changed. "It seems that it's getting late and you won't have time for the tour. Uchiha-san, you remember him, right? The one that so kindly greeted you at the door will show you to your lodgings and introduce you to your roommate. And, I suggest you be careful around him and don't overstep boundaries. You don't know who you may 'meet'."
For some reason Naruto felt like there was not only ulterior motives but also hidden meanings behind some of the words Kakashi had just said. He was about to open his mouth and shout at the director about being odd and mysterious when the door creaked open. The light that came in barley made a difference in the dark of the extensive room. "Uchiha-chan, here so early? It seems you cannot hide your curiosity entirely from me. Very well, then. Make sure Naruto is comfortable and doesn't have a problem."
Naruto glanced at the man at the door and scowled. It was him. But…in all truth, Naruto wasn't entirely upset. Uchiha…he knew that part. But what was his first name. And how come he existed in this world? To torture him?
Kami-sama, I hate your antics…I love you and all, but how can I bear…
"Oi, bode," a hand lightly whacked his head. "I said, let's go."
Naruto was smiling a thousand watts bright inside. He's the same. "Teme!" This time…
Naruto followed Sasuke out the door and into a hallway lined with wood and paper screens. "I don't see why I should follow a guy like you!" This time…
"I don't see why you have to be such a dobe and yell at me as soon as you see me," Sasuke's voice raised a little at then end, he was loosing his cool. This time, I wont let you run away. I'll save you and we'll finally live peacefully in Konoha. Or wherever we are. I promised you…I promised I would bring you back, even if I had to break every bone in your body. You are…you are my most important person and my best friend. I will keep my promises, that is my way of the ninja!
As they bickered all the way down the hallway, Naruto imagined his best friend being here, back when they were genin on another mission. Suddenly, they stopped in front of a door and Sasuke fumbled through a huge key chain, looking for the right one. That's when Naruto decided he would take a long look at Uchiha-san. First thing he noticed was the serious expression he wore. Eyebrows delicately pinched, corners of his lips pulled taught. Creases in his forehead showed clearly, which added a few years to Naruto's age calculation. The only thing about his features that wasn't obviously stressed was the thin, pale nose, which sat delicately and oddly in the middle of his face as if saying, 'Hey! Lookit me! I'm cute!'
Wait. Rewind. Uchiha-san's nose did not just say that to Naruto. However, there was no doubt his eyes were saying, "What the ****?" Wait, no, he'd said that out loud.
"Huh?" Naruto said dumbly.
"Why were you just…never mind," his alluring voice sounded unsure and oddly vulnerable... "Hey! Are you deaf!"
"N-no! What did you say, though?"
The veins were popping out of his forehead, "I said, what is your name?"
Naruto grinned so wide his mouth hurt, "Uzumaki Naruto, the world's best martial artist!"
"Oh really," Sasuke scoffed, "We'll see about that later, but for now, you should meet your roommate, Gaara." With that, he swung the aluminum door open to reveal a little boy, sitting on the floor…and what was that smell?
"He's only eleven, so be nice to him. And…Gaara, what is that?" Sasuke spoke coolly out to the boy.
"Nail polish. My brother told me to try some," the red haired boy spoke without looking up at the duo.
Sasuke looked indifferent about it, almost as if he hadn't heard Gaara. "Naruto, was it? Would you like to tell me of anything you need? I don't know anything about you yet, so if there's something you know you need to 'control' yourself, please, tell."
Naruto frowned, "I'm not a dog. I don't need a treat and a pat on the head to keep me happy, teme!"
Suddenly, a face popped around the corner. Red make-up and sharp canines spoke, "Did someone say dog? Where is it? Give it to me! It's mine, let go!" Sasuke had grabbed the boy and brought him back to the room on the left then locked the door. Naruto just stared. Sasuke looked annoyed.
"Right. Um…where's my bags?"
On your bed."
"Oh."
"…"
"What do I call you?"
"Uchiha-sensei would do."
Naruto suddenly became angry, "Don't just stand there silent, like a bastard!" Silence. "Bastard! Why do you even work here? You look not older than twenty, why aren't you in college!"
Sasuke couldn't lie and say that didn't hit a nerve.
"For your info, loser, I didn't have a choice! And I'm twenty-one! And don't talk about what you know nothing about! Get in your room, I will come get you for dinner, ungrateful loser!"
The door slammed in both their faces. Sasuke, on one side sighed silently into the door and on the other, Naruto tried not to tremble.
Gaara looked up from his nail polish fest. He spoke extremely slowly and quietly, "He likes you."
"W-what!" Naruto managed to send out.
"Uchiha-sensei…he never yells…or shows emotion….and above all, never talks about his past or why he works here," Gaara rambled on as though it was a description of the weather. Naruto looked dumbfounded, but on the inside, a tiny flame was burning. "Uchiha-sensei must not be able to control himself when you speak to him. He must've felt something…besides hate."
"Gaara, did you say your name was?" Naruto asked, in puzzlement.
A nod. A thump. Naruto fainted. But in all truth, that's not all that happened. The world of the Konoha ninjas was once again progressing. Naruto, the force that drove it, was back. It was the morning that he and the new cell seven would infiltrate the Sound compound and finally see Sasuke after three years. (1) Not only that, but they would fight him and Kabuto and once again fail. Fail. Inside Naruto felt weak. There was no doubt that he was a strong ninja, but seeing what his friend had become…and how it was him who let it be that way. It tore his heart to shreds. That's another reason why Gaara was standing above him, screaming.
As soon as Naruto had fainted, Gaara jumped up from where he'd been sitting, knocking the silver nail polish into the white carpet. The blond on the floor twitched. Gaara stood, tense and eyes wide. He only started screaming when Naruto started scratching at his throat. The long finger nails left gashes and red globs were absorbed by the carpet. People were running in frenzy. Other started screaming. Gaara sat on his bed, rocking back and forth, mumbling and holding his head. Naruto was murdering himself…in the world of Konoha ninjas, his heart and spirit was being crushed. In the world of reality, his body was trying to kill himself. To rid of the pain. The emotions. But, no. It was not his time to die. And he would wake up the next day in a isolated ward. Sure, he would return to his room with Gaara, but before that, his counselor would have to talk to him. And as he sat upright in bed, throat covered in bandaged, yellow hair wild, the door was eased open and non other than a raven-haired young man stepped through the door.
"Hello, bode, care to tell me about this 'incident?'
