The class had yet to begin, the students basking in each others presence, uncaring of anything that was outside themselves. A boy with red fangs on his cheeks, cut into the room, interrupting all from their previous conversations and pleasantries. A silence stood, for a moment, the boy having seemingly broken their previous euphoria. A boy of no distinguishing features, was the first to break such silence, speaking for nearly all in the room.
"Jeez, Kiba. Sensei is going to be here soon, you were nearly late." But the hidden undertone was all to known. "Why did you have to interrupt?" It went unspoken.
The boy, now named Kiba, suddenly puffed out his chest, to make himself seem larger. His actions subtle, yet still noticed by few.
"No I'm not, I got here way before sensei!" He cried, shoving his hands into his jacket, and walking to take a seat. Tho boy from not to long past was sitting on his desk, speaking to another nameless student. When Kiba walked up the steps, to find a seat near the top, he shoved the boy so that he fell into his seat. Kiba smirked and the boy glared, not daring to fight in face of the consequences. Kiba found his seat not a moment later, and rested his head on his desk, allowing sleep to overtake him.
As the rest of the students filed in, along with the shouts of many, and not long after, a man walked in. He had tan skin and brown hair, pulled up into a short ponytail, brown eyes and was at decent height. He coughed as he stood behind the desk, to gain the attention of the students in his class. This man was Iruka Umino, the teacher of all students present. Without a second to be wasted, he began.
"Today class, we will be practicing..." And the moans of many filled the room, as time passed, the mere moments turning into hours.
Four hours had passed, signifying the end of any portions of the class's duties, lunch begging to begin. The students sat in anticipation, awaiting their teacher to address them, and allow them to leave. Before they were to leave, a boy walked in, catching the bored attention of all present. Suddenly, in a rage Iruka shouted.
"Naruto, why are you always late!?" He cried, unable to comprehend the boy's inability to show up timely to his own class. The boy named Naruto looked slyly at his teacher, and coughed, bringing his hand up to cover his near bark.
"Sorry I'm late sensei, a black cat crossed my path, so I has to go the long way." The man stayed silent for a moment, a show of disbelief etched onto his face, and just as it appeared, it disappeared, replaced by rage. He raised his shaking finger to the boy.
"You idiot! What kind of excuse is that!?"
"Sensei, you asked why I was late, and I can't lie to you, you know." His gaze was already lifted to Iruka's, and he couldn't possibly be able to look any more deceiving. The teacher sighed, it had been like this for months, he was unable to figure out why the boy had started showing up later then usual, and began using random excuses to cover up his being late. The boy hadn't seemed like he was lying, and he had a knack for knowing when another was lying, he was, after all, a ninja. He sighed once again, before speaking.
"Well, you already missed the theories and studying, so we're going outside for lunch. Don't think that this takes you off the hook!" To this, Naruto seemed completely content, after all, he got out of his punishment for being late. After a moment, Naruto simply smiled dryly and left, his fellow students going out after him. Iruka sighed and placed his head in his hands, sitting down. "What a pain..." He thought.
Outside, under a flowing tree.
Naruto sat, his back to the tree, the shade allowing him to slowly feel at rest. The rest of the children were playing ninja, using wooden kunai. Naruto chuckled, and took his gaze to the leaves, the petals of green dancing under the cool summer breeze. The clouds drifted slowly, of what he could see of them. After a moment, a person approached him, sitting down to a slump next to him. The boy had black hair up in a short ponytail, similar to Iruka's. Pale skin met with a slender body, and his facial expression resembled serenity. The boy, too, was looking towards the leaves and clouds. The two boys sat, until sleep overtook them, neither acknowledging each others presence.
Previously mentioned tree, sunset.
The boy awoke without alarm, a leaf having drifted onto his face. The sun formed rays of hot pink, dull orange, and deep purple. The clouds blocking their rays, allowing the colors to drift over and over, seemingly overlapping endlessly, completely encompassing the sky. He felt no presence other then that of his earlier companion, the academy having ended earlier. He stood slowly, brushing away any of the dust that may have accumulated on his person. The boy from before was too, sleeping, they having been forgotten by the others. He shoved the boy many times, his eyes never breaking their spell. The boy sighed, and put his, seeming companion, onto his back, still no reaction. He sighed and breathed deeply, walking to a far away place, known by heart.