Authors note: Ugh...my first attempt at comedy? If you could call it that.
Disclaimer: My fanfiction. I own nothing but this, alrigh'?
title: Unlikely scenarios.
Things Itachi wished he was good at:
Shuffle, deal, play. Shuffle, deal, play. It's not a hard concept to follow, the truth being that it isn't only lead the Uchiha to become aggravated at the fact that, be it a simple concept, Lady luck never liked him anyway.
She appeared to like Blonds better.
Not to mention, Itachi had always been more then a little self-concious – so, standing solely in his underwear, repressing the urge to topple the table and run, with a hand that looked increasingly bad with every moment, opposite a smug-looking Deidara, he could only hope.
The blond's grin widened, exclaiming loudly "Full house Uchiha! Strip!"
Three things Iruka can't avoid:
Simply put, Iruka's life had become a game of hide-and-seek. It's not to say he didn't like the game, just that he wished he didn't have to live it. As of late, Iruka had found it increasingly difficult to Get away from Kakashi shoving his porn novels in his face, encouraging Iruka to "at least read volume one".
Another thing he tired to avoid was the floor when Konohamaru ran passed, intend on assassinating the Third, only progressing to watch Konohamaru trip on his own feet, get up and pretend like it never happened, but alas, meeting the floor was, in fact, still on the increase. Even if Konohamaru's rump still meets the floor.
One thing he had to admit he liked, yet found himself running for the hills at anything the sounded remotely like said thing, was this and only this; Naruto.
Why Kiba and Shino don't get along:
"Fleas?! You gave me FLEAS!?"
(A/N: So, tell me what you think? Maybe?)