The producer

Disclaimer: I have to do this bullshit because I want to fit in.

Jeremy was the only American at shinobi high. He was 14, had brown hair, blue eyes, and six feet of skinny-ass-white-boy. Jeremy's parents sent him to Japan because of his "special gift". He could control the chakra flow in his body unlike any other American.

"Hello my name is Shikamaru I will be your guide today. You must be Jeremy. I hope you enjoy it here at shinobi high. (this was slowed down so that normal humans could understand it. it sounded more like this)hlmnmsshkmrwlbyrgdtd ymbjrmyhpyunjytrtshnbii.

"Um... What?" Jeremy cocked his head to the side.

"Sorry" said shikamaru, "every year they make the sophomore's show the freshmen around the school."

"Ok" Said Jeremy, "but I already know where all my classes are. I think I can catch on pretty quickly."

"Ok, but there is one thing you need to know." He leaned in close as if it was a matter of national security, "you know how in America, you usually greet someone with a handshake?"

"Yeah."

"Well it's a little different here. When friends meet they... well, they sort of..." his sentence was cut off by a blond chick with a ponytail grabbing him by the shoulder and mashing lips with him.

"nice" said Jeremy after they had unlocked their mouths.

"See you in class." said the blonde while walking away.

"Dude!" cried Jeremy, "how does a guy like you get a girl like her?"

"We're not together" said shikamaru timidly.

"Wait. So that's how you..."

"yep"

"Awesome! That's just like a guy-girl thing, right?

Shikamaru inhaled to say something but once again was cut off this time by a BOY who was wearing a fucking coat in August. This was a little more serious than the blond because they were fondling each others hair, rubbing their hands up and down each others backs, and even grabbing each others faces.

"Hm" thought Jeremy, "I can live with that."