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Naruto looked up as his godfather slammed the newspaper down on the kitchen table. "Idiots in the government," he complained. "Always messing things up. Might as well have an anarchy!" He kept complaining, but Naruto paid no attention to his godfather. He didn't care about politics. Not now, not ever, and it had nothing to do with the early morning confusion state he was in. Jiraiya was always complaining about something, whether it was the lack of strip clubs around or the the tardiness of the newspaper boy. Jiraiya really didn't have the right to complain about the latter though, seeing as how he woke up at unreasonable times wanting his daily newspaper and no human being could possibly get his paper to him at that time.
"Are you listening, Naruto?"
"No. It's so boring, all those politics and stuff. Why would I bother with that stuff?" Naruto asked, his loud voice as irritating as it could get in the morning. "I'm saving all the room in my brain for important stuff!" "Like different types of Ramen, right?" Jiraiya asked dryly. "Yeah! Believe it!" Jiraiya sighed. "Shouldn't you know something about the outside world besides Ramen?" "Why? I can just ask you!" The blonde began to laugh hysterically as if he'd just said the wittiest thing ever before running and sailing out the door. "Such energy," Jiraiya sighed. "I'm too old for this kid stuff."
Naruto ran as fast as possible, just for the sheer joy of the rush of the wind and pure, raw energy flowing through him. He hammered on the door of his friend's house. "Come on, it's the first day of highschool, let's go go go!" He waited, cheerfully hammering on the door until there was a chink and it swung open half an inch. "Give me a minute," Sasuke growled. "Geez, why are you so fucking loud?" Naruto ignored his bad language, as always. "It's the first day of highschool, aren't you excited?"
"Sure. About as excited as I would be walking into an active minefield," Sasuke said sarcastically, slamming the door in his face. "Who was that?" he heard Itachi, Sasuke's older brother, say, slightly muffled through the door. "Who else is annoying, blond, rambunctious, stupid-" "Naruto?" Itachi guessed. "Spot on." "Why is he so happy? It's the first day of highschool, not a trip in the park," Itachi said exasperatedly. "Beats me. Hey, can I borrow your toothbrush?" Sasuke teased, knowing what the answer was. Itachi was a notorious neat freak, germophobic to the point of obsession. He was OCD, in Sasuke's eyes anyway.
Sasuke joined his friend a few minutes later.
"Are you ready?"
"Shut up."
They walked to school, unaware of seafoam green eyes watching them from a safe distance away.
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