The Game of Demons (Naruto fanfiction)

Chapter one.

The rain was cold, the kind of rain that made you a little scared to go outside, in fear of hypothermia and other things you can't quite put your finger on. As you step outside, a knot grows in your stomach, slowly kneading uneasiness into your system. That's the feeling I felt as I walked to school.

My umbrella had a single hole in it, and a steady stream of water was working it's way to the ground, running down my arm as it went. My shoes were old, all traction lost. I saw the school. A mixture of relief an regret flashed through me.

A couple of the steps to the door of the school were frozen over. I was careful as I walked up to the door, my shoes slipping a few times. I stepped inside, exhaled and walked to my first class. People already bustled about and talked. The girls wore nice clothing and the guys had expensive shoes. I had a string bag, a hoodie and some torn jeans. No phone, no iPod.

I saw my only friends talking near my locker. I couldn't help but smile as I walked towards them. Ryan and Rosalyn. Not dating, just friends. Rosalyn saw me out of the corner of her eye. A wide smile found it's way to her face, she hugged me.

"Sup Syl?" She asked, smiling.

"Oh you know the usual," I paused, "freezing to death and hungry." Rosalyn gave a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. Her eyes bore the pain of caring for a hurting friend.

"Think fast," Ryan called. A silver package flew at me. My hand barely grasped it. "They call them poptarts," he said with a mischievous grin. I glared for a few seconds before bursting out laughing. Rosalyn had a blush on her face as she tried not to laugh.

"BRAAAAAAH" Rang the two minute bell.

"Shit, I gotta run." Ryan sprinted to the other side of school. Rosalyn and I had the same first period class, Physics. It sucked.

The teacher was a bitch and I honestly didn't care about my grade there. Next class was pre-calculus, and I had no friends there. Then came Art, my blowoff class, and finally English III, the last period. I had Ryan with me in that class. There was simply one problem. Ricky.

Ricky was a jock. Popular, played football, absolute dick. Also an idiot. And Ricky hated Ryan and I. Mostly Ryan cause girls thought he was hot. So anyways, Ricky was being himself in this class. As we left the class, we heard him start talking.

"So she's been leading me on all night right guys? Anyways, that whore was sitting in the backseat of my car and I ask her if she wants to have sex. She flat out says no. The bitch said no! I knew she was just leading me on more so I got in the back with her after I locked her in. I told her to give me a blowjob. She gets this really sexy look on her face and goes for it really slowly. Damn that girl can act, at the end she was fucking crying. It was great."

I couldn't stand it anymore. I turned around. "That's fucking rape Ricky." he looked around for a second, and his eyes met mine.

"Wanna say that again faggot?" He said in a dangerous voice. I gulped and my hands got sweaty.

"That's called rape. That wasn't part of some act."

"He's just asking for it isn't he," Ricky said to Ryan. Ryan just stared. Ricky turned back to me and slammed his fist into my gut. All the air was knocked from my lungs. I bent over in pain. He grabbed my hair and picked me up. I started squirming. He turned me around and threw a punch right to my face. I fell down. He picked me up again, and smacked my face yet again. My nose was gushing blood. He lifted me by my hair and threw me out the door.

The rain was cold, the kind of rain that made you a little scared to go outside, in fear of hypothermia and other things you can't quite put your finger on. As you pull yourself up, the rain washed the blood off of your face and provides a numb to the pain. The rain was cold, but the world was colder. Where did I belong. Certainly not in high school.