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Chapter one: Impulse
The strum of a guitar sounded, muffled behind a closed classroom door. Fingers twisting the tuners in frustration, an aggrieved click escaped pale lips. Sasuke was sitting on top of one of the many empty desks a foot propped up on the chair, an electric blue and black guitar slung over his shoulder. If he could help it he wouldn’t even be tuning the instrument, he didn’t even want to play it in the first place. But it was expected of him, his older brother was a genius when it came to playing the guitar. And when a tragic accident hit causing Itachi to lose his life it seemed to fall on him to keep up the prodigy name.
When he was younger he did look up to him as a role model and at one point did want to play like him when he grew up. However when everything happened he had grown to despise the guitar, his father forced him into taking lesson after lesson. Sasuke should have put it away at this point but he already finished tuning it so might as well get in a song in before lunch ends. Despite all his complaining if he wasn’t forced to keep up playing the guitar he did enjoy it to some capacity. It was more or less a love-hate relationship with the inanimate object, but he mostly stubbornly denied the liking part.
Taking in a sharp breath he effortlessly moved the guitar pick gracefully, he was making up a tune as he went picking up the pace when he deemed it to be good. After a few seconds of strumming, he started to hum until lyrics flooded his mind he was only partway through the song when the door to the classroom slid open quite harshly. Sasuke nearly broke a string as he jumped at the loud noise his shocked eyes meeting with excited azure eyes.
Before Sasuke could say much of anything the blond rushes over to him, taking a firm hold of his slim shoulders eyes still sparkling.
“Join my band!”
“Eh?” The sound pushed up from Sasuke’s throat, it didn’t really click into his mind what this strange idiot was asking him.
There was a minute or two of silence as they continued to stare at each other. That was until Sasuke’s mind finally snapped out of its daze.
“What? No way. Why should I?” Annoyance pulled at Sasuke’s features.
“Because you’re amazing!” The blond nearly yelled, his grip and his shoulder tighter. This probably meant he wasn’t going to let go until he agreed.
Sasuke could feel his chest tighten, he would be lying if he said that those words meant nothing to him that’s all he ever wanted to hear from his father. But it’s not like he was going to let that show especially to an idiot he didn’t even know that well. Roughly grabbing tan wrists Sasuke attempted to pry the hands of the other off his shoulders, he could feel fingernails digging into his skin. His lips upturned into a scowl but melted as soon as it arrived upon gazing back into the others' eyes, they seemed as deep as pools. It didn’t help the blond seemed to be pouting, it reminded him of some lost puppy.
A sigh pushed through his nose, he didn’t really personality know the blond but he knew him from word of mouth. Uzumaki Naruto the number one knucklehead, or at least that’s what he was famous for. Fighting the urge to roll his eyes his shoulders slumped in defeat, how the hell did those eyes win him over?
“Fine,” Sasuke finally said, breaking the silence that had enveloped them. “But don’t expect anything serious.”
Naruto didn’t seem like he cared too much as he celebrated fists pumping in the air, confidently striking out the door when he let Sasuke go. Pausing in the doorway it looked like he was contemplating something.
“Oh!” He turned on his heels and headed back to Sasuke and threw out a hand expectantly.
Quirking an eyebrow Sasuke strained a glare at him, he wasn’t a mind reader, what was he even asking for? Naruto huffed and shook his hand to try and prove a point.
“Your phone, I need to text you where we’re meeting.” A bright grin spread across his face, it was nearly blinding.
“You can’t tell me now because…?” Sasuke deadpanned.
“And what fun would that be?” Naruto questioned that grin still plastered on his face.
Sasuke’s eye twitched slightly, somehow he had already forked over his cell so Naruto could swap numbers. He wasn’t given much room to back out, Sasuke had a bad feeling in his gut that this guy wouldn't leave him alone any time soon. And now that he had his number anything was possible he was told this idiot could be super unpredictable and he didn’t like the feeling of losing control. Sasuke glanced down at the contact info as he was finally handed back his phone.
“Hn.” Sasuke responded, shoving his phone back into his pocket.
A thought pushed to the four front of his mind, however. How is his Father going to take this?