"PINAPPLE! PINEAPPLE!" I grit my teeth and continue to sit on the bench. "PINAPPLE! PINEAPPLE!" I am Shikamaru Nara, the heir to the Nara clan and certainly not a "pineapple" standing in front of me are the incredibly fat Choji Akamichi and the dim-witted Naruto Uzamaki. Naruto is dancing and giggling while chanting his new nickname for me: pinapple. Choji is just scoffing his chips like any fat retard would do. This has gone on for weeks now, every break time the two just sit in front of me and try to get a reaction. I just lie there, pretending to be asleep. "Oh well," Naruto begins to exclaim. "I guess he doesn't care that we call him pineapple. He doesn't have a banana as well!" Both of the boys burst into laughter, Naruto's is face pink and his body flopping on the ground, and Choji possibly choking on a chip. This whole scene is very repulsive and even though I try to pretend nothing that they just said matters, it does. They have stolen hours of my time and don't even realise it. My hand that was previously empty now has a sharp kunai, and my muscles are dying to be moved. I give in to the temptation and leap from my bench slashing wildly. The first body hit is Choji's. My kunai swiftly pierces his layer of fat across his belly, blood spills from his gut with a long bit of intestine now hanging from his bloody torso. I land on my feet, metres from where you were lying a second ago. I cock my head to the side, getting a glance at the now lifeless Choji sprawled across a silent Naruto. I smile to yourself, "good, that's all I ever wanted, just plain old silence"
That is the story of how I came to be known and Shikamaru, the Justified.