Official Disclaimer: I don't Own Naruto, Masashi Kishimoto does.
The sky seemed to have no limit whatsoever. Its depth seemed to reach out to infinity and beyond, and the clouds seemed to just floar on its flipped surface slowly as I watched in mild interest. Sometimes when I watch the sky, I think of myself as its equal; with eternal depth, and a mysterious meaning behind nearly every breath I take because there's always something deeper... And my curiosity is continually piqued.
I didn't always think like this. I used to move on through my life without bothering trying to understand the meanings behind everything or even established a motive; but, coincidentally, I have a friend like Shikamaru. The laze-about-genius. And when I say laze-about, I mean it. The guy doesn't do anything, and he's so chilled and laid back... which, now that I think about it, that might be why he's such a genius. I mean, he hardly ever seems to get stressed over homework or anything... It's irony to say the least. The way I became hooked on watching the clouds and sky, I mean.,
Because, while Shika is laid back and genius, I'm the complete opposite. I, Naruto Namikaze, am a loud, brash person by nature, yet a little average when it comes to anything else. The brash persona was a gift from my mother... as was my inherited waist-length hair-growth, the shape of my eyes, and my optimistic attitude.
Come to think of it, I'm not much like my father... Well, besides the fact that both he and I have blonde hair, though since my mother's hair was a deep red, my blonde locks are edging towards a strawberry blonde, and does that every winter. Both my dad's and my own eyes are a cerulean blue... I've once been told that our eyes were like windows to our souls, and passages to our minds from my father. And, that was when my mother had offhandedly pointed out that our minds worked in the same way; we supposedly think alike. So I guess I received the best of both worlds. I smiled.
My mother and father are good-looking people, and I'm glad to say that I wasn't skipped for those genes. I'm not conceited, but I'm far from being self-conscious with some aspects of my looks. I know that I'm somewhat attractive, even though I've only ever had one boyfriend that only lasted a few days. But, I know this because my mother told me when I was young that everyone has their right to give themselves a helping boost if they ever feel neglected from being complimented. So, I pick out what all I like about myself, repeating my appreciation for the characteristics like a mantra in my head. And that's what I do everyday, especially in a cruel environment such as Inferno Academy High School where there's a random assortment of students that are treated differently by the Superiors because of who they hang out with or how they look.
Well, mostly girls are subject to these kinds of treatments, mostly. We're usually classified by our styles; if we aren't pretty enough, we're deliberately ignored, or picked on indiscreetly. If we're too attractive, we get treated like harlots, even if we're still virgins... and see, most girls my age, 17, have already lost their virginity anyhow, easily earning them the labels "slut" or "bust downs"...
But me? I'm still a virgin, and I steer clear of the cliques that home the "players" of IAHS, even though my ex-boyfriend is one. Lucky me, that I have an agenda of being the class clown occasionally, or the one captain of the pranks that happen at the school, otherwise I'd probably would have been along with the other girls that have been ruthlessly treated wrong. But, most boys wouldn't dare of treating me that way, because to them I was one of the guys.
I stared up at the sky, lying on my back, still watching the sky though I was left to watch it by myself today because Shika had walked Temari, his girlfriend, to her locker for her things. So I lie there without a care in the world until the third hour bell rang clearly through the campus, jolting me out of my thoughts as I hastily grabbed for my bags, and carried myself to my next hour class which just so happens to be English with the wretched Danzo-sensei.
I sighed as I walked into the building and down the hall to where I knew his room was. I can't stand that old man, I grumbled to myself, just like I did every other day. He always seemed to find some senseless excuse for punishing me, even though half the time, I wouldn't have even done anything, let alone do the things that I wouldn't have even thought to do-the dumb shit that the first years decided to do... newbies. And, when I legitimately do nothing for an entire day, I get blamed for the stupid shit that the newbies do, and it would be nearly weeks after the crime was acknowledged. Only Danzo would bring up issues from the past, and I believe it's because he has a vendetta against my family, or something. It's unfair, and I fucking hate the old man with a passion.
Though, despite my ire toward the grumpy old man, I rushed to his classroom without a second thought besides the one that urged me to run faster. I can't be late again, one more tardy and Dad's going to take away my car...
I made it to the class with thirty seconds before the tardy bell was to ring, which was pretty impressive if I do say so myself, considering I had been outside all the way on the other side of the school building, and I had a traditional history for usually arriving late. A shit-eating grin about nearly split my face in half. I get to keep the Mitsubushi, I sighed in relief.
Taking a seat in the middle row three seats away from the teacher's desk, I looked around to see where the old man was only to see that he wasn't there at all. I frowned. That's funny, he's always here. And when I say always, I mean always. He's never been late to class, and he's never missed a day. Pondering this, my frown deepened, but soon enough I was called out of my reverie by one of the very few girls that I tolerated, Ino Yamanaka.
"Naruto!" her voice came from my left, and when I turned around, she was two seats behind me. I met her pale, silvery blue eyes with my own in curiosity. "Did you get your essay done?"
I rolled my eyes. "When have you even known me to get any of my homework done?" at my question, I saw disappointment flash through her eyes, and I immediately dove in for a save. "I just paraphrased from Shikas."
"Shikamaru said he doesn't have his done," she muttered. "That damn liar."
"Well, he doesn't," I explained with a smirk. "I had to copy the rest from Sakura's."
At that confession, Ino looked shocked. I mean, it isn't like Sakura willingly let me copy her; everyone knew of her and my grave dislike for each other, and our series of becoming friends again. We have our moments where we really can't bare to get along with each other, which lasts longer than when we decide to attempt to get along, which only happens every two to three weeks. Mentally, I made myself a note to apologize to Sakura for copying her, whenever we decide to get along... later this week, I believe, that is if I'm not mistaken.
Ino shook her head in disapproval, but like I said before, everyone knows of our weird relationship, though Ino herself didn't like Sakura that much. But, her reason was a lot different from my simply just not getting a long with the . Their friendship was damaged because of a guy. Sasuke Uchiha... he's one of those players that I was talking about earlier... But, he's a different story.
I noticed that Ino's attention wasn't on me any longer, but was on the front of the class, and I slowly turned around to see what she was staring at.
Looking where everyone else was, my eyes focused on a man looking to be in his late twenties standing in the doorway with a cup of espresso coffee in his hands with the navy-blue and toad-green IAHS mascot printed on the foam, the Bullfrog.
He wore a navy blue suit with a dull green tie and black shoes. His hair shined a peculiar silver, like a platinum-platinum blonde... either that or he was really a young old person-his hair leaned to his left, and had been meticulously spiked heavenward. Only one of his charcoal gray eyes were visible, the other was covered with a black eye-patch, and the rest of his features were unattainable, having been seemlessly covered with a navy-blue cloth, acting as a mask.
Despite the bottom half of his face being covered, you could clearly see his features were chiseled through his mask. He's... for a lack of better words, handsome, in that the sense that there's an aloof air about him, which made his presence intimidating. My guesses were that he attracted many women wherever he went, especially with his I-don't-give-a-fuck attitudethat he seemed to exude.
"Good morning, morning, class," he finally spoke, realizing that he had all of our undivided attention though he spoke through a minor dissatisfaction as he loked over our attendence sheet. "My name is Hatake Kakashi, and unfortunately, Danzo won't be able to make it back since he's been taken to jail. So, I'll be your substitute for the rest of this semester until they find a replacement for him. Understood?"
A shiver made its way down my spine, leaving me with a tingling sensation as I stared, barely listening to the answers that he recieved.
And without seeming to think about what was to be filtered from my brain, and what had permission to exit my mouth, I heard myself say aloud, "Yummy," loud enough for everyone to hear.
Including my new sensei, whose lone visible eye was fixated on me.
This is fucking spectacular, my mind commented to me dryly. And I sunk down low in my seat, praying to some deity that my outburst would be ignored...