A/N: Writing fever&cabin fever. AKA: boredom sickness. ;D whoo. The quotes below are a usual scrap with me & my older sister. Stupid brooms. &its written in authoress POV.
'Ugh, why don't you just shut up?!'
'Don't tell me to shut up, & I'm not a robot either!'
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Forgotten inspiration
by: kirei na yukki
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"GO RED! GO RED!"
"Hn. Can't even summon right."
"SHANNARO! THAT SHOULD'VE BEEN CAKE!"
The shinobi olympics were always held once every four years. Why these three were so caught up with this one isn't at all a mystery to me.
"GO KAKA-SENSEI!" Naruto screamed throwing his dry ramen up in the air. Sakura glared at the screen, waving her arms around hectically shrieking curses at the television.
Sasuke, on the other hand, would glare as well - his eyes would fade from onyx to red whenever something major happened. "Why isn't he moving?" Sasuke murmured.
"Maybe he chickened out?" Naruto suggested. "Or maybe he lost his mojo!"
"RAHHHHH!" Sakura back handed the wall behind them, forming a fairly large hole right behind Naruto's head. "He's doing it on purpose! He knows I bet with shishou!"
And here comes Hatake Kakashi for the third attempt on the kunai-throw. He's aiming...and...oh!
"WHAT THE HELL?!"
That's gonna cost the Konoha team their gold medal!
"Noooooo!" Naruto screeched. Sakura picked up a flower vase and threw it out of her open window. "Oh he is in for a major ass-whooping when he comes back."
"Mmph." Sasuke snorted amusedly at Sakura's flaring temper and sat back against the sofa, wondering what was up with his teacher.
The Kakashi on the screen looked slightly depressed, unfocused. Sasuke stared at the screen again and opened his mouth. "Sakura."
"What?" Said kunoichi plopped down on the cushion next to her long time lover and he stared at the screen more. "He's distracted."
Sakura's pink hair flew in the direction of her television screen. "What?"
"Look at him - he looks depressed or something."
Naruto joined them in staring at the large screen, all of their heads tilted in deep thought. Same vest, pants, kunai holster, headband...
"No way."
"WHAT THE HELL DID HE DO?!" Naruto demanded, stomping his foot onto the ground. Sakura and Sasuke sighed and sat back once more.
"We're going to lose the Olympics...again." Sasuke murmured. Sakura shook her head, and leaned on Sasuke's shoulder. "Ugh - I owe Shishou 25 bottles of sake."
Naruto - still confused - spun around to observe the television once more, his teacher's face wet with tears. "I forgot my inspiration!" Kakashi blubbered into the camera.
Grimacing slightly, Naruto looked out of Sakura's apartment window at the Ichiraku ramen stand. There, alone on the counter, was Kakashi's copy of the last Icha Icha installment.
"Oh yeah - we lost."
Done :)
Reviews are lovely. Just like nocturnal insomniacs who are sexy. Like vampires. Or tacos...or something.