Konichiwa! Its Bempi-chan here! With my very first Naruto fic! Just so you know, I am putting most of my fics on hold until ive finished this one and one other one…okay then. On we go!
Naruto: HEY! IM IN A FIC!
Sasuke: hn
Naruto: Are you happy sasuke?
Sasuke: hn
Naruto: oh shut up :stomps away:
Sasuke: …
Piano concerto
Chapter 1
A blonde-haired boy sprinted through the run-down halls of Konoha public school, his bangs swaying just above his eyes as he skid round corners in a frenzied rush. To anyone who didn't know him, they'd think his vocabulary merely consisted of one word…
"Kuso, kuso, kuso," This boy was Uzumaki Naruto, the ever-tardy-bad-ass of Konoha public high school. He grinned as he ran past a girl and threw a greeting to her, waving then disappearing into a room and missing the fan-girl squeal sent his way.
"AHH GOMEN!" Naruto dashed into the room, stopping next to the teacher, wheezing. The room was fairly large, with creamy paint peeling off of the wall, and an old carpet. There were plastic chairs set around the room to form a semi-circle.
This class was music.
"Uzumaki. You're late," Kakashi mumbled, his head stuck in one of his smut novels.
"Im sorry sir!"
"Don't be. Im happy! I got to class before one of my students!" Kakashi was known for being notoriously late to EVERYTHING. He was the weirdest teacher in school. He was also the most favoured by his students. He had a thin material, black mask covering his mouth and nose, and a bandanna of sorts covered his left eye. He shoed Naruto and stood in front of everyone. Today was time for a new project and everyone was eager to know what it was. By everyone, I mean the whole amount of about 10 people and a lazy bum that made up a class of 11, not including Kakashi. Naruto shrugged and sat down next to his friend. Kiba.
Now, Kiba was not in anyway normal. He thought that he could talk to dogs. No one believed him or even talk to him except his four best friends, Naruto, Chouji, Gaara and Shikamaru. Naruto always had this nagging thought in the back of his mind that he actually may be able to do what he said he could. Judging from the fact that he constantly had a small dog named Akamaru perched on his head, he must be able to talk to him in some way. Otherwise, the dog would have legged it already.
Behind Naruto, was Gaara. Naruto's overly protective friend. He wore more eyeliner than any other goth in the school, and hardly ever slept. He kept a pale complexion due to staying indoors constantly, saying that 'the sun gave him headaches'. He had 'love' written on his forehead in kanji as a tattoo for some reason. He had a scarily cold personality although he opened up to his blonde friend.
Next to Gaara on his left, was Shikamaru. One word to sum him up: lazy. Everything in life was 'too troublesome' for him, and he never helped out others, well, with the exception of his friends of course. He was the afore mentioned odd one out in class (AKA that lazy bum), not really caring to know about the project.
Chouji was seated next to Shikamaru on his left (Since Gaara was on his right). He was…big. Really, really, big. Heavy, as Naruto had found out at the school concert when Chouji had tried to crowd surf. He was constantly eating chips…or anything else for that matter.
Kakashi tapped the music stand with a pencil. "Okay, um…well…" Everyone leaned forwards in a threatening manner. "eheheh…so how is everyone?"
"Get to it Hatake!" Naruto called, crossing his arms and scowling.
"Okay, um, well you see…" Kakashi laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head. The kids where NOT going to like this. "This project is a pairing project…" Many mutters of 'yeah!' were heard, but Kakashi put up his hand. "By pairing, I mean that we will be pairing with another school…" He trailed off, seeing the murderous glares sent his way.
"And what school is this?" Gaara spoke from the back monotonously. The tension in the room increased ten-fold, as they waited for an answer.
" Konoha Academy," Kakashi said quickly and held up both hands in his defence. "Look, I didn't pick the assignment or the school, so don't kill me!" Naruto stood up on his seat.
"No. Fucking. WAY!" He hollered, holding a fist in the air. "I refuse to work with some pompous, rich school where they think were not good enough to walk the same side of the road as them!"
"Yeah!" One girl, with brown hair who wore mini-skirt and crop-top, yelled. "I was talking to one the other day and he said I'd be better off selling my ass on the street!"
"That's probably true though," Naruto looked to her, ignoring the glare she sent him. "Im kidding, don't worry! But see Kakashi! They treat us like dirt"
"Aren't you being a little stereotypical? They aren't ALL like that!" Kakashi tried to reason, to no avail.
"YES THEY ARE" The whole class yelled. Shikamaru sighed and took a cigarette from his pocket.
"Kakashi! You got a light?" Kakashi looked to Shikamaru, who was holding up a cigarette.
"Don't you know smoking is bad for your complexion? Gives you yellow teeth." He said whilst fishing in his pockets for a lighter. "Aha, here," He tossed it to the waiting boy, who took it and lit his smoke.
"So, what is the project and when's it for?" Naruto queried, finally sitting down, using the previously unused chair in front as a footrest.
"Okay. We're joining with the academies orchestra. You will play your normal instruments and NOT vandalise theirs!" This brung several groans of disappointment out of the class. "You'll be rooming with them for three days…" He looked round to see everyone was following, "…and they will come here for three days…" This broke out a riot, although Kakashi was not finished.
"nu-huh! No way!"
"I'd rather feed myself to damned ostriches!"
"You've got to be kidding!"
"Where's my chips gone?"
"What?" Everyone turned to stare at Chouji. He shrugged.
"Listen guys, im really sorry about this, okay?" Kakashi sighed, shaking his head. He had really hoped this would go down better.
"…then, finally, they will room here again for 2 weeks until the concert at Christmas…" mutters broke out through the room. "Silence!" the chatter stopped abruptly.
"But sir," A pink-haired girl by the name of haruno sakura raised her hand. "They'll ruin the school! What will happen to our school image?"
"I know, I know. I don't want to do this either." Gai said, glaring at the air. "But, what ever you do, do NOT disgrace us in any way when they are here or when you go to stay with them!" He threatened, and the class nodded. A hand rose. "Yes?"
"When are they coming here?" a deep voice sounded. This belonged to Uchiha Sasuke. The school heart-throb. Just looking at a girl made her pass out on the floor. Not only that, but he was a teachers dream pupil, with full marks and a quiet demeanour.
Gai sighed. "Tonight" He stood and gripped onto the stand. He scouted over his orchestra. Everyone was there. Good.
The orchestra consisted of all the most popular kids, and the most talented. Over all, there were 27 of them. He tapped the stand a few times with his conducting rod, and raised his hands in the air. The students lifted their instruments to play.
0000Lunch0000
"Can you believe it!" Ino, Sakura's friend, rampaged. "That'll mean more girls to stalk our lovely sasuke-kun around! I will NOT allow it!" The girls all agreed whole-heartedly. Except one. A girl with pale eyes and short hair. "What, Hinata? Do you think that we should sit by and let those lower-class bitches put their hands on our innocent Sasuke!"
Hinata shook her head and looked up. "B-but I th-think we should g-give them a ch-chance." She backed up slightly, when she received disbelieving looks from her friends.
"I guess we could. Who knows? They might even have gone up a level and be fit to lick our shoes!" Ino threw her hands in the air and sighed.
'But, I want to meet them' Hinata thought. She was really quite looking forward to this.
Bempi: Well, there ya have it. Yes, short, I know. But chapter two is waaay longer. So, if you review, it will go up! Muahaha! I must get a minimum of 5 reviews.
Naruto: HELL YEAH! REVIEW PEOPLE. I wanna see where this shit goes! WHEEEEEEEEEE!
Sasuke: hn.
Bempi: flame, and I will laugh at you.
