au: enjoy. I don't own Naruto.
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first position Inquiries
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It would be considered narcissistic to say that the sun only shines for him but he decides believes it anyway. He practically glistens in the light, blonde hair becoming lighter, tan getting darker, and eyes sparkling brighter. Yes, the sun adores him and craves for his attention as he craves for it. The sun is his life source.
Naruto yawns and stretches long limbs out on the lawn chair seated atop his apartment building. His adopted father, jiraiya, owns the place and basically lets Naruto do whatever he wants with the extra space. So he tried to make a sort of 'chill space,' in the end, he just got lazy and ended up only dragging a lawn chair up to the rood. Eventually someone left a peeling leather couch and coffee table up there, so its not too bad. Besides, if you're just there to get high, all you need is a comfy chair and the pot.
He flicks the sunglasses off his face and stares across the roof and at his city. His home. The buildings stand tall, sometimes they block the sun, but today; it's perfect.
Jiraiya's building isn't too shabby, but it's nowhere near perfect. The best thing about it is it's location; central Konoha. The city hidden in the leaves.
Naruto thinks the name for the city is ironic as hell because one, Konoha is one of the biggest cities in the country-it'd be kinda hard to hide, and two, there aren't really that many trees around to hide it with.
Naruto walks over to the ledge and sits with his legs hanging over it. No matter how stupid the name is, it's still his city and he loves it. He loves the noise, he loves the people, he loves the buildings, and he loves it's energy. He could never imagine living in the country; where nothing happens and the people are old.
"Naruto, get your lazy ass up and head to Tsunade's. You're still on punishment, you know." The pervy writer yells from two floors down, looking up from an open window.
"Calm down ya old perv," Naruto grumbles, he gets up from the ledge and slowly makes his way to the roof's door, "Don't have an aneurysm,"
"You don't know what that means do you?"
Naruto spins around to see his good friend Iruka coming up the stairs to the roof with wet laundry to hang dry from a line. The apartment does have dryers, but the guy didn't seem to want to surrender his quarters to it. The blonde makes a face at him before shrugging, "Nah..."
Iruka just shakes his head, setting the blue basket down, he takes out a cigarette. "I heard Jiraiya yelling earlier. Whacha do this time?" He rolls the cigarette between two fingers, "You got a light on you, son?"
Naruto flips the lighter out of his back pocket and lights the older man's cancer stick-not that he's against them, he always has a pack on him-but the things can be pretty disgusting if you think about it. "Ran into Granny's car while trying to park. I damaged the tail light pretty bad." Naruto grins and scratches the back of his neck, "Whoops."
Iruka flinches. It's not unknown that Naruto is terrible at driving, and it is definitely known that Tsunade has a helluva temper. That even couldn't have ended well at all.
"She was pissed so she demanded Jiraiya pay for it. Instead the old man decided to make me pay off the expenses by working at Tsunade's dance studio or something."
Iruka pats the Uzumaki on the back, "Don't worry kid, I hear that there's plenty of cute girls up there."
Naruto grins widely, "Oh yeah? I bet you heard that from Pervy Sage!"
"You never lied," Iruka laughs good naturedly and continues up the stairs.
Uzumaki Naruto is a fine kid. A fine kid indeed.
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au: So...this is my second drabble series right now (Third mulitchapter fic in the process). If anyone is currently reading One and Only you'll know that I don't write plot-outlines or plan anything for drabbles...I tend to go where the story takes me, or take you guy's suggestions.
Updates should be frequent.
And, chapter lengths will vary. They can be anywhere between 200 and 1,000 words depending what point I want to get across.
Lastly, please tell me what you think.