Naruto-Sensei Chapter 1
The physics major stepped into the teachers' lounge, sleeking his black hair into a small ponytail. "Another troublesome day with retarded students," he sighed. A friend of the teacher, who also went under the title 'sensei', was already there ahead of him, but that was terribly rare. Hearing his friend's moans of annoyance, his face brightened.
"Shika! I was starting to get anxious, as if I'm not under enough stress already," he instantly said, disregarding his friend's earlier complaints. He was the only one who dared to call him such a simple name as 'Shika', abbreviation of the name 'Shikamaru.' "You see, there's this new class coming in fall, and it has this smart person in it. I'm a bit nervous they'll show me up... What d'you think?"
"An intelligent student?" Shikamaru asked, secretly wishing he had one. Smiling at his comrade, he replied longingly, "Naruto, just be yourself. You did the work to get your diploma. You have the final say, but make sure to be open to others' opinions."
Naruto pondered on his friend's answer, rubbing his head to make his bed head-looking hair look even more out of order. "Yeah... I'll try... I just hope they're not all smart with me. That's the main reason why I don't like snotty little kids..," he muttered, sitting up and placing his hands on his knees, "Wait! What if this person's snotty too? Auugh!" He grabbed his head and fell to the side, letting his head rest on the arm of the couch, "Worst. Year. Ever." In an attempt to comfort the mutual teacher, Shikamaru reached out and patted the straw yellow hair.
"Awww, poor Naruto-sensei can't stand the preps at Konoha University," he remarked. "Well, you know what this means." Naruto looked up in curiosity, tilting his head to the side.
"What does it mean?" he asked cluelessly. His friend chuckled darkly in reply.
"Lots of pop quizzes. We must keep our students sharp, in any case," Shikamaru declared.
"Aww man, I hate giving pop quizzes...," Mostly because I remember how much I hated 'em, and I told myself I wouldn't be so harsh... But if Shika advises it, then..., Naruto thought, sighing. "But if you think I should, then maybe... But, auugh! I hate it when students hate me!" he moaned, grabbing his head. Shikamaru stepped back, stroking his pointy chin.
"Is there someone in particular you have a problem with?" he teased.
"Well, that's the problem... I dunno who I'll have problem with yet... But once I do, no doubt you'll hear about 'em from me," Naruto answered, sitting up with sudden energy, "And that'll probably be today... The Fall semester begins in one hour! The suspense is killing me, man!"
Trying to make Naruto relax, Shikamaru squeezed a pressure point on his collarbone. "There's no one who doesn't like you," he admitted. "Yet I wonder how Itachi feels about his class. He's generally calm, being a mental expert."
The pinch sent Naruto flying out of his seat, gripping his neck. "D-don't do that~," he groaned, rubbing his neck. Things like that always sent shivers down his spine.
"As always," came a voice from behind Shikamaru. A man stepped past the Physics and English teacher, towards the coffee machine. His figure was slim and his hair sleek, and midnight black. His eyes were plain black as well, but he didn't give a scary or unnerving appearance. Actually, he tended to make all around him calm and relaxed. Of course, he wouldn't be a good Psychology teacher if he lost his cool easily. "Students don't usually give me trouble. Ones who do never do again," he coolly said as he poured his coffee into a plain white cup.
Grinning, Shikamaru posed a question: "So, Itachi-san, what kind of retribution do you perform on your disobedient alumni?" He turned to Naruto, urging him to listen.
"Simple mental punishments," Itachi answered simply, taking a silent swig of the coffee, "Punishments like this are easier to carry out, and don't waste valuable paper." He gave the two a casual look, noticing Shikamaru's turn to Naruto. "Of course, if you're wanting basic discipline that's simple and effective, I'd suggest peer pressure."
"Eh?" Naruto questioned, being as dense as always. He needed a better explanation.
"Threatening punishments against the whole class usually discourages
disobedience. Of course, if it continues, you need to stick to the threat you first proposed for it to become more effective in the future," Itachi clarified.
"That is brilliant! Nothing less expected from our school's psyche!" While pounding his fist against his hand, Shikamaru nodded in approval. "One acts up, and the whole are punished. But- what happens if the mischief maker really does act up?"
"Like I said, you must stick to your guns for this to work. If you falter in your threat, disobedience only increases instead of decreases. Understand?" Itachi asked them both, doubting that Naruto understood all the way. He took another gulp of his coffee to get rid of the slight dryness in his throat, then waited for their responses.
"Right, right." Shikamaru rolled his eyes at his superior's comment. He leaned back on the Formica counter. The man knew who to call if he had any trouble, and it wasn't this martinet. The janitor's number was on his speed dial, so there would be no doubt where to punish anyone out of line.
"I... think so..," Naruto responded, but didn't like what he understood it to be. Wouldn't that make his class hate him more if he punished them all? Ohh, what a terrible problem... Well, only the future would tell what his new class would turn out to be...
The bells' chimes vibrated in the workroom.
Naruto looked up as the bell let out it's harsh ring, sighing with anxiety built up inside. He gave his co-workers a simple wave 'bye' and quickly left the room, half walking, half running.
"The universal call to get to work," Itachi sighed aloud, rubbing the back of his neck as if it ached. He sat his porcelain white cup down on the counter and finished with a formal 'goodbye', before leaving shortly after the English teacher.
Although Itachi was a rival in his eyes, Shikamaru could not help but be charmed by that chivalrous voice. He thought, "Damn his mind control!"
"B-bye, men," he muttered, keeping the hostility out of his words. Grabbing his planner, the teacher idly slugged to his homeroom, where a group of eager students awaited their lackadaisical instructor.
There you have it; chapter 1. Not sure if they'll all be this fancy, so don't get your hopes up.
Written by me & a friend.