Take the Kid from the Fight
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Mirakuru, Rein
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A/N: Well, here's something I haven't done in a long time: humor. Someone's even told me once that my writing style was more suited for humor, but I'm afraid that a. I can only write humor when I don't try to and b. I'm just too addicted to writing depressing, heart-breaking stories. This one actually started out as a serious attempt at writing and then somehow devolved into crack, as you can probably tell – story of my life, really. xD
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Every ounce of confidence he's ever built up is destroyed the moment he walked through the door of the classroom.
Everything drops to a pin-dead silence except for the constant ticking of the clock and the beating of everyone else's hearts except his.
Then began the murmurs –
"What happened to him? He's been absent for, like, a week! I heard from my mom he's been in the hospital or something…"
"Oh, well, I heard it was about a death or two in the family. Really tragic. My parents didn't even want to talk about it."
"You're all wrong. His brother went missing-nin and he's been under interrogation all week."
"Really? His brother? Oh, how pitiful, that poor thing…"
–the horrible hum of barely audible gossip, streaming through his ears like self-induced water torture and his brain retaining every drop of it. His head felt heavier and heavier – they don't care about me, only if their grapevine stories are more dreadful than the next – until his feet couldn't move from the weight of it all – paralyzed on the spot and wishing no one ever spoke to him again –
The silence suddenly eclipsed again.
He was breathing – he could breathe! – when someone spoke and shattered everything inside him.
"Nice of you to stop skipping classes, teme."
The room went into a collective cardiac arrest – the air dissipated from the room with the sheer number of people gasping or holding their breaths – time slowed to an irresistible stop but never nearly got there (the clock barely even moved its hands this time!) – millions of souls seemed to die in that short sliver of aftershock.
Sasuke mechanically turned his head to find the face of the perpetrator.
The blond kid, always-last-dobe in the class, Naruto.
Sasuke couldn't find the vocal chords to speak.
What could he say to the boy? He hardly knew him and here he was about to chastise him for stepping on the biggest landmine that ever existed in his life! No, ridiculous, of course. He wouldn't say anything to him – he'd just punch him squarely in the nose.
(It could be said the from that moment on, a mutual hatred developed between the two.)
(However, it is also known that Sasuke later silently thanked Naruto for relieving the tension in the room.)
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The end..!
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A/N: Hope that was enjoyable to at least some people. :D