Well, since my GX story seemed so unpopular, seeing how I got 2 reviews a chapter, I'm gonna try writing for Naruto. Hopefully this one will be better.
Disclaimer: I really don't know the point of this. No one can sue me; I'm flat broke. But anyways, I don't own Naruto or any of its characters. I own the plotline. That's it.
In a city filled with ninja, crime rules all. But one man dares to stand above the rest, instead of minding his own business. He stands against the biggest crime syndicate in the region, in order to gain the honor and recognition he deserves.
They just couldn't seem to leave her alone. Every guy in the tavern had been harassing her to show a little more leg, to bend down a bit further, whatever. It happened every night, but she had somehow gotten used to it. For each drink she served, someone decided to pinch her ass in place of a tip.
She walked over to a table filled with laughing slobs, who were clearly drunk enough. Her pink hair bounced, making her an easy target in the haze of the bar. Her white nametag easily blended in with the light colors of her uniform, but the name 'Sakura Haruno' stood out in black letters. She stopped, ignoring the lustful stares of the men sitting there.
"What can I get you?" Sakura asked, anxious for the last call.
The guy at the far end looked her up and down, grinning toothily. "How 'bout your phone number? Maybe a stop by your place later, if ya know what I mean." He raised his eyebrows as if the meaning behind his words seemed rather obscure.
She sighed. "Look, sir, I've had a long night. I'm just looking to get home."
The grin was quickly replaced by a frown. "Yeah? Well I'm looking to go home with you and give you an even longer night! Now gimme your number!" He stood and grabbed her arm. She slapped him in the face. Everyone in the bar payed no mind. Except for one man.
He'd been sitting in the corner, with cup of tea and a bowl with just a hint of broth left. He began to tense up, sensing a confrontation.
The man snapped his head back towards the waitress. A red mark was clear on his face. "BITCH!" He yelled and reared back his fist.
Whoosh! A shuriken cut through the air, caught in the attackers sleeve, and sticking it deep in to the wall. It took the man a moment to register this. He continued to try and throw his fist at the poor girl. When he couldn't he looked back at his arm, and saw the shuriken there.
"WHO THREW THAT?!" He bellowed. The Sakura backed up against the wall, staring at the shuriken and looked around the bar, trying to find the direction it came from. At this time, the bar was dead quiet. The sound of a chair being pushed was heard, and everyone turned towards the source.
The man who'd ordered ramen stood. His features could be seen more clearly now. He wore a black trench coat, with blood red flames lining the bottom edge. An orange swirl was distinguishable on the back. Dark blue combat boots were barely visible beneath the coat line. Blond hair stuck out boldly on a head held defiantly. He calmly walked over to the man, whose eyes were glaring, yet fearful of this newcomer. He plucked the metal star out of the wall. Just as the man started to fall, back to a normal position, this new man grabbed by the collar shoved him back into the wall. He raised the shuriken so the sharp points were inches away from the, now victims neck. Finally, the blond savior raised his eyes to meet those of the man he had at his mercy. Piercing eyes the color of the ocean deep stared into the eyes of a coward.
"She said, no. Do we have a problem with that?" Blue eyes asked. His victim quickly shook his head. "No," he croaked out.
"Good. Will we ever have this problem again, or would you like a little lesson in manners?" He asked, raising his shuriken hand for emphasis.
The man shook his head faster, fearing the points of the star that now stood millimeters from his neck. The blond haired man gave a slight, slow nod and dropped the thug in his grip to the ground. He hit the ground with a thud, but made no attempt to get up, just continued to stare at this man who'd chosen to stand up to him.
The bartender had watched this with great interest, but now snapped out of it, and announced the last call.
The blond man finally turned towards the pink haired waitress he'd just saved. "Are you alright?" He asked, a cool layer surrounding his voice.
The Sakura tried to speak, but having a sudden loss for words she simply nodded.
He looked her up and down, without lust on his face. "Maybe you should try finding a different profession. Wouldn't want something like this to happen every night."
He turned around and walked toward the exit. She found her voice again, with the need for an answer to something. "Wait!"
The blond rescuer stopped, his hand on the door handle. He turned his head so she could see one of his dark blue eyes.
"Who are you?" Sakura asked, her arms held limply at her sides, having lost feeling at the sight of even part of his face.
A corner of the man's mouth lifted upward. "The next Hokage." With that he exited the bar.
She stood there for a moment more before letting out a sigh. She went around collecting dishes from the tables as customers stampeded towards the exit. As she finally came to his table, she noticed a small rectangular piece of paper held down by his cup, beside a large tip. She slid the cup off, and picked up the card. On the back was a picture of the orange emblem he'd worn on his back. She flipped it over. It said 'Naruto Uzumaki. Future Hokage and Ninja Legend. Call me if you need me.' And then below that in small letters it listed a phone number.
She looked around as if to make sure no one was watching, and tucked the card into her shirt, smiling as the tip went with it.
Well that's it so far. I REALLY hope you guys are gonna like this one more. Please send me some love and click the go button over there. It would make me very happy if I got some reviews.