Hero
�Sasu!!� a pink haired girl bounded up to the black hair boy who was sitting at a table, molding clay in the form of the blond haired girl who was standing in front of him.
�I told you not to call me that,� he said, not taking his eyes off of the blond girl, and began sculpting the apple plate of fruits the girl held in her hand. �My name is Sasuke.�
�Sorry Sasuke, but Sasu sounds so much more cooler,� she sighed. �What are you doing?�
�I�m sculpting Ino. She asked to be my model, and since I�m running low on time, I accepted.�
The pink haired girl sighed. �You know, I could�ve modeled for you.�
Sasuke shook his head, prying his eyes off of Ino for a few minutes to sculpt the nose of the statue perfectly. �Maybe next time. You don�t have the body structure that I�m looking for right now,� Sasuke said, looking back up at Ino.
Ino stuck out her tongue and blew a raspberry at Sakura.
�Ino, stay still,� Sasuke commanded.
�Sorry,� she said.
�Don�t speak.�
�Sor-�
Sasuke rolled his eyes, and began forming the statues breasts. Ino shifted her weight a little, she hadn�t moved for nearly half an hour now, but the slight change in possession tilted the plate of fruits a tad, and an apple rolled off of the plate.
Sasuke�s eyes narrowed at her, and she smiled sheepishly, then leaned down to get it, only to have the rest of her fruit topple to the ground noisily.
Sasuke stood up, sighing. �I�m going to go eat something,� he muttered under his breath, trying not to have the frustration seep from his voice.
He washed his hands, wet a paper towel, and draped it around the figure that he had been sculpting, then he wrapped it in plastic and put it on the shelf.
�Look what you did Ino!� The pink haired girl growled.
�What I did?� Ino snapped back. �I wasn�t the one breaking his concentration, now was I, Sakura?�
And they continued arguing. Sasuke sighed. They always did this. He walked out of the art room, and towards the cafeteria, hoping to not be mauled by the girls who thought they loved him, even though they never knew him, and the wanna-be-artists that stalked him now and then so they could get in the �inner art circle� as he had heard people around the school call it. He suppressed the urge to chuckle at that. There were no �inner art circles� and everyone knew that the people who thought that there were wouldn�t get in ever if there was.
There were only a select few people who were true artists in the school, and they scarcely talked to each other, most of them too absorbed in their own work to pay attention to the other people.
He walked into the cafeteria, and grabbed a lunch tray, they walked along the counter, looking for something that looked at least half edible. He finally settled on rice balls, and some fresh tomatoes.
As he was walking to his table, one of the wanna-be-artists came running up to him. �Sasu!� He started.
�Call me Sasuke. It�s my name,� Sasuke said listlessly. Why did everyone insist on calling him Sasu? Because that damn football moron cut the last two letters off of his name? It seemed pretty pointless to Sasuke, although, he was a moron. He had the lowest grade point average he could have to stay on the team.
Sasuke sighed. He never could understand how someone could take pride in low marks.
�Okay, Sasuke. I�m sorry. I just wanted to felicitate you on your victory in the city wide portrait competition,� the boy grinned.
Sasuke resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He was trying to impress him with big words that no one used?
�Thank you,� Sasuke said instead. �Now if you wouldn�t mind, I�d like to eat.�
The teen nodded, and continued breathing down his neck. Sasuke took a bite out of the tomato, trying not to notice, but found it impossible. �I mean, eat alone.�
The boy nodded in understanding, then slunk off. Sasuke sighed, and ran his hand over his tied back hair.
His ebony hair was about shoulder length, but he kept it tie back in a loose, low ponytail.
He had chosen to follow the art part in his soul, rather then use his well-formed body for sports, hoping to avoid people. He really didn�t like them that much. But, no, it seemed to be his destiny to stick out, and to have people swarming over him. Squeezing the very life out of him. He hated it, though for the most part, tended to ignore it, and use it to his advantage when it could be used that way. For instance, if he needed a model, there were always tons of people who would drop anything to do it for him. That was one of the only high points.
He froze in mid-chew when he felt someone come up behind him. He closed his eyes. He really did prefer to eat alone. It was somewhat unnerving to have people stare at him as he chewed away.
He stood up, ready to tell the person behind him to leave him alone, when he was met with clear blue eyes, just slightly lower then his own.
�You�re-� he started, but didn�t finish.
The teen, who had been behind him looked at him strangely for a moment. �Spit it out. What were you going to ask?� Naruto Uzumaki asked. Or, as he liked to be called now, just Naru.
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