Just another day.
Another day of the same old repetitive tune his life danced to. Every note, every step, every crescendo. Wake up. Live. Sleep. Repeat.
Until those policemen sorted him into a school.
Kuoh High lived up to its expectations. Past or present, Naruto Uzumaki still did not appreciate academics despite some of his changes. Over the last two years, the blond learned a great deal about teenagers of this world. They were amusing to watch and observe.
Every day was about getting better grades, who was more popular, how one could climb the social ladder and be that 'someone' that stood out from the others.
Naruto chuckled a few times at their antics. It reminded him of the Academy and the hordes of fan girls that pined, praised, and worshipped a certain brooding Uchiha. It was almost uncanny, especially with that one boy called Yuuto Kiba. The other blond had a rabid fanbase that was sometimes disturbing in his eyes. Naruto pitied him, a bit. He saw a group of girls chasing after three boys. It was interesting.
The roof always gave him a hawk's eye over the area. While there wasn't any bizarre activity to his knowledge, he still liked being up here. Here they didn't whisper about him in a hush-hush manner. His appearance with the police gave birth to rumors that were just outlandish.
Him, the son of a Yakuza gangster who turned against his father to form his own faction? Naruto had to shake his head at that one. Their opinions reminded him of his past, specifically after his fight with Pain.
Hypocrisy was humanity's natural reflex. Every single person reeked of it.
Konoha's residents' hushed curses, glares and, of course, ignoring his very existence when he was an innocent child was proof of that. The things he did for recognition. He wanted it from all of them; he wanted people to look at him, smile at his childishness, scold him to teach some manners, treat him like they would any other person. Hatred and prejudice instilled a fear in them.
When he defeated Pain, he became exalted. The very same people who ignored him, silently cursed him, and wished him ill will sang their songs regarding him.
Hypocrisy at its best. Naruto himself was one. He was sure that had he been popular, they would sing about him like one of those flawless 'role models' as the students labelled them. He didn't want that.
Besides, lunches tasted better here. A soothing breeze would caress him, and he got a bit of peace and quiet up here. People his age were quite boisterous and noisy. He was that way too once. Seeing how the sun was moving, the blond idly checked his watch.
There wasn't much time until classes started again. Sighing, he jumped down from the tank and landed softly. He turned around and headed for the door. The sudden creaking of the roof's metal gate was something he didn't expect. Neither was the person who came through.
The first thing he noted about this person was, undoubtedly, her eyes. Violet, soft and twinkling with mirth –there was something ethereal about them. Then her face, beautiful and perfect. Her curtain of black, luscious hair tied up in a high ponytail, reached all the way to her knees. Naruto felt a bit proud; she did justice to the color orange with that ribbon of hers. Finally, he noted her figure, and he could easily say that this woman undoubtedly was one of the most well endowed females he had ever seen.
Regardless, it wasn't her face, her eyes, her hair or her figure that gripped his attention. It was her smile. An honest and charming smile that his blue eyes couldn't tear away from. He knew who she was, if only by reputation. Everyone in Kuoh Academy did.
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A Demon Misplaced
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