Okay, so this is a tryout. If people like this beginning, and review, or something of the sort (notice your only other choices are to favorite or add to alert list) than I will probably continue posting this story. Because really, it's fun to write.
Otherwise, I don't know. So read and enjoy. According to a friend, who did me the kindness of reading it, it is at least funny. Can't hurt to be entertained!
Sasuke stepped out of the building slowly, shading his eyes drom the glare of the sun. The road looked different from the last time he had seen it. From his room, when he looked out of the tiny window, and indeed the only window that he had, he could see a few flower beds, and a single tree. The only décorations of the garden, he should add.
This was quite a change of view. He struggle, realising that the candy shop on the corned had been replaced by some High-tech store and started walking down the street. He figured the sooner he got started, the sooner he'd get to destination.
Naruto threw himself onto the couch and decided he wouldn't be getting back up for quite a while. This made him immensely happy, since be'd been up and fighting all day. Because that what he did with his life, fighting. He fought with his students, he fought with his fellow teachers, his car his cooker, his stupid shower which changed from scorching to freezing in a matter of seconds, for no apparent reason…
He even faught with the stupid guy on the phone who kept trying to sell him stupid stuff like the latest generation of jedi Swords, instead of something useful, like a shower that worked.
But now, life was goooooood. He was comfy and he was relaxing, and nothing was going to bother him anymore.
Except that stupid remote control that was just. Out. Of. Reach.
Shikamaru went down the isle, pushing the trolley which was, as per usual, stacked up with files. He hated files. They were an abomination. Sure, they could be useful, but they were a vicious, vicious thing. He should know…
Everything you said or did (well, not everything, but a vast majority) could and was recorded somehow. Then they were put in files and stored away. And they could be pulled out any time. Again, he should know. He stored them, he filed them, he took tjem out to be pored over by inquisitive men, and more often than not, he looked at them himself.
Sometimes, it was just a glance. Sometimes more. Sometimes, he rad them. And remembered every word.
Today, as he got to the area of the underground where he was instructed to store any files (or packages) Begining with a U, his eyes fell on a word which caught his interest. One he hadn't seen in a long time.
Uchiha.
Kakashi was sitting at his desk, reading a newspaper. Or at least, anyone who went past the window which looked into his office from the corridor might have thought he was reading a newspaper. Might have because if the person in question had been around more than a week, they would have know that he was actually reading the little orange book hidden behind the newspaper.
He was indeed doing just that when his phone rang. After deciding that it was in his best interest to at least try to find the phone, and after finding under a roll or loo paper which someone had unrolled (God know why) it stopped. He smiled contentedly, glad to be able to get back to his book.
Unfortunately, before he could do this, the phone rang again, and since he hadn't had time to loose it again, he was forced to answer.
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