Story is rated M for trauma. Keep in mind that flames will be used to bake cookies that will be given to polite people.
Naruto does not belong to me
I feel the board give a small twitch as I fly of the concrete edge. I tuck my arms to my shoulders and put my weight into a turn, spinning around and around. I love this rare feeling of being in perfect control. For a finishing touch, I kick my board into a extra rotation. Here are the most important few seconds to get right. I know I can't miss the landing. A small touch stops my board's spin, and I extend my arms to stabilize myself. My feet jolt as my board slams down onto the concrete.
"Way to go Itachi!" Nagato shouts, "Can't believe you actually landed that!"
Kakashi just gives me a thumbs up. He's a couple of years older and doesn't see the need, or have the energy, to shout for no reason. Obito bounces up and down like a little kid. I wonder if he realizes how immature he looks. Probably not, though Kakashi has reminded him many times.
I see a familiar redhead slouching over to us. "Sasori!" I shout, "What are doing here? You said you didn't skate!"
"I don't!" He shouts back. While carrying a board and wearing a helmet. Wow Sasori. He can just admit he likes to do something. Wonder if he knows that?
Written on a whim. I know it sucks. If you want me to keep writing please say so in a review.'offers a cookie'
