Hum. Hello. I just read this really horrible Tenji one shot fiction with really bad grammar, no plot at all and really creepy OOC Neji. Right, I could never see Neji acting like a skater or saying stuff like 'babe'. Ever. Not even if he was drunk and on drugs at the same time. He just wouldn't.
Anyways, enough raving about creepy annoying one shots.
I must say, Lee is an incredible combination of sweet and stupid. (laughs) Beware Lee. He'll get you with his drunken fist. I'm sorry, this is all random.
Hum. Lee, Tenten and Neji are the same grade and age as the other nine because I was too lazy to writ them into separate classes. Temari is a year older (grade 11) and Kankuro (if he ever appears) is in grade 12. Just thought you ought to know.
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Thank you once again to all of you who reviewed! You make me feel so special! (hugs) Hm, do you think I should try and make these chapters longer…? I might update less then though. What do you think? Anywho, I really I have nothing to say except supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. Would you believe that word is in spell check? Well it is. Not that it matters.
("Trophies are shiny pieces of junk you stick on your wall and polish ever four months.")
Moi, Kugi-chan, in a fit of insulting insanity.
(Pandakun)
"Hey, hey, Panda-kun!" I called, breaking away from my mother and running up to the boy waiting in the sand box. My second visit to Konoha while my father continued to finalize the transfer forms. My mother called for me to be careful as she went over to visit with Panda-kun's mother.
"Hello, Panda-san, nice to see you again." The little boy stood up in the sand and bowed. I hit him over the head and pouted in my little four-year old way.
"I thought you agreed to call me Panda-chan!" I scolded, shaking my fist at the startled boy sitting where he had fallen from being whacked by me, "Do it or I'll hit you again!" I threatened before offering my chubby hand to him.
"I bet I could beat you." He grumbled, but nevertheless accepted my help up. I shook my head at him.
"No you wouldn't be able to, boys can't hit girls." He scowled and responded with some form of childish logic. I stuck my tongue out at him. A regular occurrence when we met. After our traditional argument upon meeting, I plopped into the sand beside him, getting the back of my summer dress covered entirely in grit, and asked what we were going to build that day.
"I dunno, I was going to build a castle, or a city. What do you want to build?"
"Castle! Castle!" I chanted, smiling ear to ear with childish glee. He responded with okay and we began to pile the sand in the center of the wooden box.
"Ne, Panda-kun, where do you live?"
"Here."
"In the sandbox?" I cried, straightening up quickly, "But where do you sleep and where does your mom cook?" I was simply aghast at thinking that my strange friend lived in a sandbox.
"No, I meant here, this city. I live that way." Panda-kun pointed in a sort of north-easterly direction, though it might have been south-east, or south-west? North-south? I squinted in the direction he pointed and saw a group of houses.
"I'm going to live here too! When my Daddy finalizes the travel papers!" I grinned, stumbling over the long words as they left my mouth. Panda-kun looked at me oddly. I tilted my head in confusion. "What?"
"Do you even know what that means?"
"Not really!" I smiled and gestured with my stubby arms back to the growing sand mound. Panda-kun shook his head. Way to grown up for a four year old.
(Pandakun)
"Tenten-sssan. Please pay attention. Sssnakes are a wondrousss mystery of the known biological world." The voice of my science teacher totally killed my moment of remembrance. The only mystery of the biological world here is how he gets his voice to constantly sound like there's a gas leak in his classroom. I slumped in my first period seat. My incredibly mad science teacher continued rambling on about something to do with snakes. Beside me, my equally mad science partner is frantically scribbling nots on a piece of loose leaf paper.
"You know, whatever, Orochimaru-sensei is rambling on about has nothing to do with what we are supposed to be studying and what the test will be one, for your information." I pointed out. My partner turned to me, an almost comically stupid surprised look plastered to his features.
"It… it doesn't?"
"No, it doesn't, Lee. Go take notes from the textbook if you must." I sighed, thumping the open textbook in front of us. Lee looked at it as if it had just popped up out of thin air.
"Yosh! I shall copy the youthful notes on snakes and then the youthful textbook notes!" The ninny beside me proclaimed proudly. Erlack, I can almost see the Anime tears and stars and hearts gushing from him. Might as well give myself a sweat drop if I'm going to be a loser and 'anime-fy' my world. She how desperate this class has made me? Not good I tell you, not good.
"Oh youthful flower," What the hell?! "My bestest pally in the whole wide world and the seven seas has been complaining about this girl who apparently youthfully refers to herself by the youthful name of Bob. Do you happen to know her?" I stared at him. Joy, joy, happy, joy. Even when the Wedgie twit isn't near me he still manages to ruin my living moments. Why God, why? What horrible thing have I done to deserve this?!
"No." I state bluntly before commencing banging my head against the extremely hard polished surface of the desk.
"Really?"
Bang.
"Yes, Lee. I'm a little busy killing my brain cells here, do not disturb please."
Bang.
"You're sure?"
Bang.
"About what, killing brain cells or knowing this Bob person? To both I am positively sure."
Bang.
"Tenten-sssan, what in my pet sssnakesss ssscaly ssskin are you doing?"
Bang.
Shoot. It's Pedomaru.
"Well, Orochimaru-sensei, I'm banging my head against a desk." I said calmly. Truth is a virtue, obey it. Wait, that's paradoxical, isn't it? Like, I just didn't tell Lee the truth just now, technically. I don't know myself, do I? Maybe I'm not myself at all. Maybe I'm actually Lee and Lee is actually me. Right, I'm not making any sense at all. Please hit me. (Not really. I don't want to die.)
"I sssee…" Orochimaru hissed in slight disbelief. He opened his mouth to say something else, but whatever pointless thing he was about to say was killed viciously by the bell. Looking a little miffed, he dismissed the class and stalked away from me to the front of the class. I sighed and slung my messenger bag over my shoulder, as I had not even bothered to take out any supplies at the beginning of this stupid class. With a false cheery wave to Lee and took my leave.
(Pandakun)
I hurried through the annoyingly crowed, glaring at the twity twits who blocked my way. Urgh, this is too much. Detour time. I pushed out of the slowly moving current of students and out a blue painting door. I walked calmly past a group of teachers smoking at the corner of the school building, waving to my math teacher as I passed them. He just stared at my socks. Yes, they are beautiful, aren't they?
One, two, three, ah ha! Forty-two windows along the side of the school. It's open slightly, as always. I pulled the window open to its farthest point and dropped my messenger bag through. Then I vaulted up onto the window sill and dropped into the almost empty classroom. Kakashi-sensei glanced up at me, but I guess he's used to me coming through the window now, because he just waved lazily and went back to his manga. Don't even ask what's in that book. I stole it once and was very nearly scarred for life. Nevermore.
"That's an interesting way of getting into the classroom." I know that voice. Let's see, it's cold, annoying, twity, I have it! It's Neji. I guess he has the class before me. He must be waiting for the stampede of marching children in the hallway to calm down.
"Whatever you think in your pathetic little excuse for a mind matters not." I shot back, closing the window and dropping my bag in one of the seats in the back corner of the room. Then I walked down the aisle formed by desks and sat on the desk Neji was sitting behind.
"Tch." He grunted. I guess he has no vocabulary. That would explain his lacking social skills and the fact that he cannot have a conversation with more than six words in it for longer than thirty seconds. I rolled my eyes.
"Nice socks." He smirked sarcastically. Is it even possible to smirk with sarcasm? I have no idea, but it was his tone that was sarcastic, not his smirk… I guess.
"Why thank you! They are pretty aren't they?" I responded in my annoying voice with sugar dumped over it. Perfected through long practice until it can right royally tick off anyone whom it is used against.
"I was using a thing known as sarcasm." He muttered under his breath.
"I realize that, I just prefer to ignore that tiny fact and believe that you were actually complimenting me." I said, still using my infuriatingly sweet voice.
"I see."
"This is all hypothetical, of course, for what you know I could be a figment of your imagination at this could be the middle of the night and you would therefore really be snugly warm tucked up in bed and hugging your teddy bear." Oh it's fun messing with people's minds using my strange sense of logic. Ahahaha.
"But then I would be hypothetically be dreaming of you, wouldn't I?" Wedgie asked, resting his chin on interlocked fingers and glazing up at me from under raised eyebrows. I stared at him, feeling that stupid blush from this morning returning to my face. I wish it would take a trip to Australia or something.
". . ."
"What?" He asked, and I laugh mentally because his comment obviously did not have the desired affect on me. That is because I am cooler and more mighty (ish) than all his fan girls and fan boys combined! His stupid twit version of flirting does not affect me! Hahaha!
'What about the blush then?' some weird cynical voice whispers in the back of my mind. Details, shmitails. Who needs them? Let's ignore this fact for a little while, shall we?
"I was struck speechless by the stupidity of what you just said." I said with a straight face. Neji – Wedgie stared at me, dumbstruck. I like to think so anyways, so let's just say he was NOT smirking his annoying little arse off.
"Neji-san, you should get going to your next class now." Kakashi interjected, "The hallway rush seems to have died down. Neji thanked the lazy teacher and walked out of the room. At the door he turned and smirked.
"See you later, Tenten-san." Damn, he knows my name. Oh well, I was thinking of changing it to Bobette anyways. Bob was way to masculine.
"Tenten-san, I'm going to go out to buy the new Icha Icha manga volume, will you write this up on the board for me? When the rest of the class actually makes it through that hell pit we call a hallway they can pick up their copies of Alice's Adventure in Wonderland on my desk, savvy?" I nodded, taking a piece of paper from Kakashi's hand and waved him off, wishing him happy shopping. I think he smiled under that white mask he's wearing. I asked him about it once. He claims to have year-round hay fever.
(Pandakun)
I wrote up the day's homework on the board, grabbed a copy of Alice in Wonderland and waited for Hinata and the rest of the class to make it through.
"Tenten-chan!" Hinata plopped down happily next to me, cheeks flushed and a tattered school copy of Alice in Wonderland in her hands.
"I take it you got over your fainting?" I said pointedly, and she blushed even deeper, nodding. I laughed and continued reading the book. I finished ten minutes to the end of block. I excused myself and told Hinata I was going to get a head-start to lunch. She nodded vaguely, absorbed in the book.
(Pandakun)
I plugged in my ipod and sauntered down the art wing hallway. A few of the teachers waved at me from inside their classrooms. They were used to me coming in to art early and leaving late. Art is my favourite subject. I can always get away from my problems in the smell of paper, paints, and pencil. I glanced into the courtyard near the art rooms (put in for inspirational value, apparently.) and spotted my one of my only guy – friends. Guy – friend, not boyfriend. There is a difference, learn it. And he's not a friend like Lee. Lee forces himself on you, and therefore is everyone's friend. I pushed open the glass door into the courtyard with a slight creak.
The black haired by glanced up at me and put his brush down beside him on the concrete flower pot he was sitting on.
"Hey, Ten-chan." He smiled; a talent he says he learned from books. If he wants to learn something, he reads a book.
"What's up, Sai? Ever read ALice in Wonderland?"
To be continued…
Ah ha! It is longer! Wh00t. LoL, anyways, did I make it not funny enough? Mind you, I really don't think my own stuff is funny… so I am never sure if it's funny or not… (sweatdrop)
Uh, do you think I made it too obvious that the guy in the garden was Sai before Tenten spoke? Uh… dunno. XD
If you want to know, uhm, the problem in this story is (so far) that Tenten is confused about her feelings… uhm, no one cares.
Oh, I got the Good Charlotte CD, and I've been listening to it a lot. I like Good Charlotte, anyone else like it?
Anyhow, enough rambling, review please!
I used pliers to take out a sliver yesterday,
- Kugi – chan
