Konoha High (Animeluver17)

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The pencil moved over molars, suffering from jagged marks which mottled its tender brown surface, sounding hollow 'pops' throughout the modest classroom as Uzumaki Naruto, academy underachiever and all around teachers' bane and attention-seeker chewed grudgingly upon it. Lolling back and forth on his chair, and giving a long, languid stretch, the fox-whiskered blond soon slammed his chair back to the floor with a solid crack, thumping his outstretched palms upon the wooden desk before him, "DAMN IT! I can't TAKE this anymore! We've been waiting for a whole HOUR, already! Man, how long does he wanna make us wait, huh?!" folding his arms, and plumping out his lower lip into a heavy pout, Naruto tossed his head to the side, towards the faint marmalade beams of light which flooded in through the row of windows, looking longingly out into the playing field below, where a number of his classmates were kicking around a makeshift soccer ball... or rather, wrestling and pounding each other for it. Rules were made to be broken, after all, right? RIGHT! Made it more fun, anyways...

Smiling, the fox-whiskered youth forgot where he was, a detention awaiting punishment for disrupting several lower classes, skipping lessons, and causing a colossal fight between classmates in the process, and contented himself to watching his friends play around without him. It didn’t take long for him to grow envious, though, his powerful back arching as he clamped onto the window ledge, defining his lean body beneath his orange and black jumpsuit as he fought his frustration.

Then he relaxed, gaze intent as an indignant growl bellowed from the playing field below, followed by a chorus of laughter and scuffling, and the fox-whiskered rebel followed suit.

"Haha! HAHAHA! Hey! Hey, Sasuke, guess what! Kiba got a wedgie! Na, na! Over there!" Naruto looked over at his detention partner, sapphire eyes shining blissfully into the shadow that enveloped the room's corner like a poisoned haze; where a raven-haired youth, with eyes as black as rural night, sat in the blanket of his own baleful world. Uzumaki's cheery smile descended into a glower of exasperation. That guy... Uchiha Sasuke.

All the girls loved him. Even Sakura-chan! It really sucked... what did they even see when they looked at him? Naruto pondered over that thought, cerulean eyes glimmering like gems bathed in a clear pool, bare arms rising up and folding behind his head. Uchiha Sasuke. Bastard got the highest grades and ability in his year; chased by guys and girls alike... his family were big players in the academic field, had a big stake in the academy's future, or something. Not that Naruto cared. Shikamaru was talking about it once, out at the Ichiraku, but there was a two for one special that day, and he was focusing on wolfing it down fast before tutor started so... The bratty blond grinned at the recollection of his favourite foodstuff, and plugged his thumbs into his trouser pockets. He stared unashamedly at the other youth, whose features were so much more piercing, and intense... more unfathomable than his own. So utterly impossible and distant. Like an island forever beyond reach. Waves dragging you down. Naruto's eyes softened, touched by something he didn't quite understand. It was... kinda sad... something in Sasuke's aura. His eyes. Naruto stayed that way for a moment, before he huffed and turned his gaze to the floor, watching his foot bob on its rubber heel. 'No way am I ever gonna be friends with this guy...'

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The Uchiha rolled his eyes. This was like a living hell. Why was HE, Sasuke Uchiha, in detention you ask? It was all that dumb blonde's fault. In fourth perioud, he took it upon himself to cheat off of Sasuke. Kakashi thought that Sasuke had a part in it too, so he was sent here. Detention. "Will you shut up?" the Uchiha glared. "It's punishment, yeah, I don't like it either. It's not supposed to be funny, dobe." he spat. "I shouldn't even be here." he grumbled. "This is all YOUR fault." he accused as he propped his feet up on a nearby desk. "Tch, you're lucky that you just got dentention. Usually, Iruka, or Kakashi would beat your dumb ass until you wailed like a baby."

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Sorry for the wait, I was busy too. ^^; Great start, btw. <3

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Recollections that he would rather forget, and rather others forget, flooded into the rebel's mind at that moment, and grudgingly, he couldn't help but lower a hand to grip one of his firm ass-cheeks, thumbing the round curve, appreciating how, well... 'secure' it felt... rather than being spanked red and sizzling hot, like it ended up more often than not.

"Teme..." Naruto positively snarled, stalking towards the lounging Uchiha. He planted firm palms on the other guy's desk, leaning forward and glaring vividly, "Don't treat me like trash just because you're high class! So what if you're getting punished! You deserve it for being such a know-it-all prick anyways! Che! Don't blame me for justice getting served!" Uzumaki Naruto felt his cheeks redden as his nose almost touched the flawless and pristine one of his rival, but reasoned that it was just his getting hot, fiery, and truly pissed, “Besides, coach says that it isn't your class that makes you what you are, and I don't think you're any better than me... So just watch it!" Huffing, the blond pushed back on the wooden desk, sending it backwards, wedging it snugly to Sasuke's hip. Turning around with another huff, the fox-whiskered young man soon grinned from ear to ear, satisfied by his cool-guy monologue.

After a long moment, soon turned a slanted glower at the floor, "Besides, YOU should try'n see how tough you are when Iruka-sensei really gets going on your butt..."

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(Same to you. ;3 I sort of suck right now, but I'm sure I'll get better with practice! ;3)

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Sasuke grimaced for a moment, remebering once when he was thirteen when Kakashi taught him a 'lesson'. And man, was it one that he didn't forget. It hurt thinking about it, but Sasuke shrugged it off. "Heh, you can talk the talk, but can you walk the walk, Uzumaki?" the Uchiha smirked a trademark grin. "You're embarressed that I even brought up the subject, aren't you? You'd probably wail like a baby anyways..."

Sasuke glared for a moment when Naruto shoved him. "Tch, don't make up excuses, Naruto." was his reply to Naruto's lecture.

"That'd be a sight to see." the Uchiha laughed. "I can see it now...you twisting and turning all over Iruka or Kakashi's lap, begging, wait, PLEADING for them to stop. "Oooohh!! Iruka-sensei!!! It hurts 'tebayo!!!" he mocked. "Or maybe even...."Ah! K-Kakashi sensei!! Ohhhh, stop it 'dattebayo!!! I'm sorry!! I really am, sensei!" he grinned, knowing his words would make the blonde tick.

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;D We'll both get better with practice.

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Naruto's eyes narrowed, and he turned on his rival once more, blushing fiercely, "Shut UP! No way do I sound like that!" he flared, denying all that was true and witnessed by many, "No way do I beg! I bet you cry like a girl!" He was glad Sakura-chan wasn't hear to witness his dissing her favourite guy, but now that he could, he would! Sasuke was HIS pain in the ass. This was HIS time! "Haha, yeah, I bet your, uh..." in a moment of complete embarrassment, the boy had to stop and think about what would really piss the other guy off... brother? Yeah! The guy harped on about his brother nonstop, but... "I can take it better than you any day! Just try me!" At the last moment, without his knowing it, Naruto had the raven-haired boy by the collar once again, staring him down with stern determination, "Any time, dattebayo..."

Those blue eyes never left Sasuke's dark ones, even when the sliding door of the classroom opened, and a silver-haired mask, with a black headband tugged down over his left eye, paced languidly into the airy space.

"Mmm? I'm interrupting something..." Kakashi-sensei stated casually, staring into his bodice-ripper. A blunt thumb held the well-fingered paperback open as the training-suit clad teacher murmured lazily from beneath a thin scarf, an item of clothing which never seemed to displace itself from his lower face, even in the most stifling heat. Some said he was hiding something; many of the young girls who were fortunate enough not to have him for classes believed him to be the epitome of handsomeness, whilst guys like Naruto believed him to be hiding a gross cold sore, or syphilis, or maybe he was an un-dead of some sort... One thing about Kakashi-sensei was for sure, though. He was a genius. A lazy, far-away, and weird genius who could have as much as the universe or as little as a bodice-buster on his mind at once.

Naruto released Sasuke, and sat by him easily, their trim hips drawn close, and comfortably together, "Hey! You're LATE, AGAIN! We've been waiting FOREVER, dattebayo!!"

"Anou... sorry about that. There was a problem at the gym, and an old lady needed my help..." the tutor offered for the third time that week, before narrowing an eye, "You shouldn't talk back to your elders so much, Naruto-kun ..."

The boy with barbed blond hair grimaced, his ass clenching on his hard seat. He could feel Sasuke's warmth now, but for some reason, it didn't peeve him as much as it usually did... maybe he was tired, or something. Forgetting his anger for the Uchiha, as he always did, the fox-whiskered youth leaned over and whispered excitedly, "Ne, ne, Sasuke! I have the greatest idea for getting Kakashi-sensei back for--!!"

A dark eye raised up to regard the two with interest, moving from one youth to the other, "So. What have we here? It sounded like you two were getting into another fight again..." That same eye fell once more to the book in his gloved palm, "Sasuke-kun was making similar sounds to those he made when he earned some punishment from me, a long while ago... although I could be wrong..." the silver-haired man murmured, not unkindly, turning a page.

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The Uchiha rolled his eyes in the blonde's annoyance, after this, he was so going to beat Uzmaki's ass. As the Uchiha's anger was bubbling inside of him, their sensei walked through the door.

"Mmm? I'm interrupting something..." Kakashi-sensei stated casually, staring into his bodice-ripper. A blunt thumb held the well-fingered paperback open as the training-suit clad teacher murmured lazily from beneath a thin scarf, an item of clothing which never seemed to displace itself from his lower face, even in the most stifling heat. Some said he was hiding something; many of the young girls who were fortunate enough not to have him for classes believed him to be the epitome of handsomeness, whilst guys like Naruto believed him to be hiding a gross cold sore, or syphilis, or maybe he was an un-dead of some sort... One thing about Kakashi-sensei was for sure, though. He was a genius. A lazy, far-away, and weird genius who could have as much as the universe or as little as a bodice-buster on his mind at once.

Naruto was right, Kakashi was always late and had an excuse for almost anything. But hey, if it delayed the punishment to come, that was alright with the Uchiha.

"Ne, ne, Sasuke! I have the greatest idea for getting Kakashi-sensei back for--!!"

"Shut up, dobe!" the Uchiha hissed, seeing Kakashi walking towards the two. Having Naruto here would make things a whole lot worse. Not to mention, whatever Kakashi was planning for them, would be even more humilating then before.

A dark eye raised up to regard the two with interest, moving from one youth to the other, "So. What have we here? It sounded like you two were getting into another fight again..." That same eye fell once more to the book in his gloved palm, "Sasuke-kun was making similar sounds to those he made when he earned some punishment from me, a long while ago... although I could be wrong..." the silver-haired man murmured, not unkindly, turning a page.

The Uchiha whipped his head away as a small blush crept up his face. "Tch." he muttered. Although, he had remembered that experience. He was twisting and turning all over his sensei's lap when he was thirteen, and after what seemed like an eternity, the dark haired nin ended up a sobbing pleading mess. But, that was three years ago. He'd gotten much stronger, and was more prepared than last time. "Sensei, I was thirteen when that happened." the Uchiha scowled a bit. "I'm sixteen now, and if memory serves me right, Naruto still wails like a baby when he was back at the Academy." he stated, matter of faculty.

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Before Uzumaki was able to tackle the Uchiha from his desk, Kakashi grasped him steadfast in a bind of potent arms, holding the struggling young man back.

"Sasuke..." Naruto glared from beneath the bind of his sensei's arms, "After this. It's you an' me. Outside, dattebayo."

"I'll let that slip my ears," The silver-haired sensei narrowed an eye irritably, his headband becoming unhinged for a moment, before he set the youth on his feet, "Calm down, Naruto... or you'll eat ramen standing for three days on the trot. Is that understood?" His gaze was firm, passionate, with a thread-like undercurrent of understanding running beneath that severity. He'd seen eyes like Naruto's many times growing up - in the eyes of the friend he lost long ago. In the eyes of that one who stayed by his side through thick and thin. He knew what the kid was feeling. Knew it because he knew just how to inflict that hurt.

Still glaring at his rival, dreaming of having that guy over his lap, twisting and gasping and yelping and pleading, Naruto nodded, sulkily, "Yeah, sensei..."

"Yare, yare..." Kakashi mock-sighed, raising himself up, straightening from his slump, "Well, there it is... all that tough-guy talk. To me, both of you, are just a couple of pups." his lone eye crinkled into a smile, the scarf never shifting, the gaze warm if piercing, "And pups - they need to learn through sharp shocks in life, so that they'll grow up strong and dependable," the masked man backed up slowly, eye flickering over his paperback erotica as he blindly eased a chair out from a desk, planting it on the floorboards with a sound clatter, "Now, I won't bite your ears or nip your tails, but... I think I can wean that attitude out of you two just fine," the visible eye smiled with affection as the sensei reared into a sit, setting toned, training-pants clad legs apart. He then patted a muscled thigh meaningfully, "I don't think pups like you are ready for anything more than my hand," his dark eye regarded Sasuke doggedly, almost playfully, "Time doesn't teach restraint, my little Uchiha. But since you think you'll be fine with it, how about you go first?"

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"Yare, yare..." Kakashi mock-sighed, raising himself up, straightening from his slump, "Well, there it is... all that tough-guy talk. To me, both of you, are just a couple of pups." his lone eye crinkled into a smile, the scarf never shifting, the gaze warm if piercing, "And pups - they need to learn through sharp shocks in life, so that they'll grow up strong and dependable," the masked man backed up slowly, eye flickering over his paperback erotica as he blindly eased a chair out from a desk, planting it on the floorboards with a sound clatter, "Now, I won't bite your ears or nip your tails, but... I think I can wean that attitude out of you two just fine," the visible eye smiled with affection as the sensei reared into a sit, setting toned, training-pants clad legs apart. He then patted a muscled thigh meaningfully, "I don't think pups like you are ready for anything more than my hand," his dark eye regarded Sasuke doggedly, almost playfully, "Time doesn't teach restraint, my little Uchiha. But since you think you'll be fine with it, how about you go first?"

Sasuke scratched his head,waiting for an anwser to come to him as he watched Kakashi tap his thigh. He imagined, for a moment, what would come of him in about ten minutes over his sensei's knee. He shuddered at the thought, but shook it off. "Tch, f-fine." he mumbled. Uchiha's weren't one's to detest punishment when they deserved it. When he walked up to Kakashi, he sent a glare in the blonde's direction, as if to say: 'If you make any kinds of smart remarks during this, you won't be able to sit for a month.' Not to many people would deny that fierce glare. But you never knew what the Uzumaki would do next.

The Uchiha stood in front of the masked ninja, waiting for the humiliating orders that soon would follow.

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Naruto tried to manfully stifle his grin. His utter excitement at seeing that stuck-up bastard get what was coming to him... but somehow, that translated through the fox-whiskered youth's system as leaning forward on his seat, grinning from ear to ear, a loud whoop of encouragement bursting from his lips, "Yeah! Whup his butt GOOD, sensei, dattebayooo~!"

The lazy sensei in question felt sweat beat at his temples, and he waved blunt fingers at the blond rebel, before his attention fell upon the boy before him so like himself. His dark visible eye glimmered suggestively, and he smiled beneath his mask. Once more he patted his lap, and leaned back on his chair, making room for the Uchiha across his toned thighs. He gestured politely for Sasuke to lay down once he was comfortably settled, before he blinked, and eased off the black finger-glove of his right hand, and flexed the lengthy, blunt fingers as he did so, and gazed back at the Uchiha warmly, "Sa. Over you go, Sasuke-kun."

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Naruto tried to manfully stifle his grin. His utter excitement at seeing that stuck-up bastard get what was coming to him... but somehow, that translated through the fox-whiskered youth's system as leaning forward on his seat, grinning from ear to ear, a loud whoop of encouragement bursting from his lips, "Yeah! Whup his butt GOOD, sensei, dattebayooo~!"

The black haired shinobi rolled his eyes. "Tch..." he muttered, sending another glared at Naruto. "If he knows what's good for him, he'll shut up..." he told himself.

He gestured politely for Sasuke to lay down once he was comfortably settled, before he blinked, and eased off the black finger-glove of his right hand, and flexed the lengthy, blunt fingers as he did so, and gazed back at the Uchiha warmly, "Sa. Over you go, Sasuke-kun."

The whole situation made the Uchiha feel very uncomfortable, although, Kakashi's voice sounding oddly comforting. He looked down slightly at his feet, then back up when Kakashi commanded him to bend over. The Sharingan user looked at his lap for a moment, feeling like this was going to be thirteen all over again. He let out a small groan as he slowly bent over Kakashi's lap. He rustled a bit, not quite ready for all that was too come. "It won't be as bad as last time." he told himself. "That was back then. Now is now."