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Naruto was a strange boy. Sakura and Ino, and quite frankly everyone in class all agreed. One minute he was so loud and boisterous you just wanted to punch his mouth closed, but the moment one of the girls in class threatened to do just that, he promptly did as they asked. So noticeable was this, and often, that most of the class teased him mercilessly about it. Domesticated male was about the nicest of the nicknames, while and others, well. They didn't want to remember those. It was no wonder despite the paranoia of Naruto brought upon by the elder members of the village, most younger females had a soft spot for the little blonde mystery. One fact, however, far surpassed the rest. No matter how nice Naruto acted to women, he always, ALWAYS, flinched away from contact with them. Once he had been thrown out in to the hall because he had jerked away so hard he had disrupted class, the sheer panic in his face brought both worry and hurt the poor Hyuuga girl. The teacher had announced then, when the whiskered blond was out of hearing, his reasons for reacting so.

'Naruto suffers from a bloodline that is negatively affected by contact from the other sex. I myself have no idea what happens but I have been told under no circumstances can a female touch him. These were told to me specifically by the Sandaime, so treat that as a warning.' Iruka had intoned before letting Naruto return inside. The blonde frowned at the looks following him, mostly the pity from the women and the odd looks other guys had watched him. In the days and months that followed Naruto remained oddly aloof, only talking as he normally did to Sakura and Ino, occasionally the others, while ignoring the comments from the boys about him being useless.

'What kind of ninja can you be if all that needs screw you over is the touch of a girl, dobe?' Sasuke, the highest and most desirable male in the class had commented on after he and a few other bloodline wielding boys (AN: No, not all of them) had scuffled with him. 'You'll be nothing more than dead weight, you should stop now and let us with superior blood fight. Just go back to being those 'oh so scary' girl's bitch.' Even Kiba who had struggled against joining in such rabble had allowed Akamaru to pee upon the beaten figure in his disgust. Hinata, the only girl to witness it had struggled both with dealing with watching him suffer like that and the fact she could do nothing to help him. She regaled them in tears how afterward, he rose, wiped his face free of the excrement, and shuffled home. Hinata had gained a crush at his determination when the next day he had returned to school, as if nothing had happened in spite of the bloodliner's beatings.

The girls in the class had learned of this through Hinata and even diehards in his fan club like Ino and Sakura, their feelings for the Uchiha waned. Sure, Sasuke was dark, pretty, and mysterious; but if he was ultra violent like that, the image of him unfettered by human frailties was shattered. It was like this, that the changes that come of one person could irrevocably alter the mind set and life of so many in the world around them. Had Naruto not been afflicted by his condition, summarily Ino and Sakura might have been forever tainted by Sasuke's allure and missed seeing the short blond who offered a relaxed relationship providing nothing more than a sympathetic ear or a comforting word to them. It was highly likely the boy would have grown up completely alone, and probably shunned by the two girls and the others. As it was, Naruto was forever unapproachable, yet infinitely interesting, both in his mysterious 'cursed' bloodline, and the warning their parent's and family friends issued about him. So as the school years went by he remained that boy who was out of their reach, like the 'prized' brass ring at an old fashioned merry-go-round. You wanted it, but you knew no matter how hard you reached for the ring, it would always be out of your reach.

Meaning to almost any teen girl, he was really cute. Despite being a dork in almost every other sense.

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