Chapter four is mostly meant to be a humorous filler. So, enjoy the slight randomness. I'm sorry this chapter is shorter than the others. It's just here for amusement and doesn't really have any other special purpose.
Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, I would drive a super sweet Mustang, instead of my crap-tacular Hyundai.
Team N…Sanity
Chapter 4: Psycho Sensei
It was at ten o'clock the next morning when they met for training. They were a little confused that Anko had told them to come so late. It all made sense though, when Chihiro told them that her brothers had seen Anko at the bar getting drunk off her ass last night. They didn't have to wait very long before a disheveled Anko arrived.
"Ok Maggots, go ahead and start training. I'll just stay here and try to get rid of my headache." 'Damn! Why the hell did I have soooo much to drink!?' Anko was not a happy camper.
Training was going pretty good for the first hour. Unfortunately, it was then that Chihiro started to act bitchier than usual. She was going all psycho out on Kenji's ass.
"What the hell crawled up your ass and died today?" a pissed Kenji asked. After yesterday's event of being the screwed over minority, he didn't want to have his ass handed to him today.
Upon hearing this, Chihiro stomped over to where Anko was resting beneath a tree. She quickly whispered something into Anko's ear.
The hung-over woman opened her eyes and gave a slight nod. "Alright, you can go on home." Chihiro quickly did just that.
Anko's declaration was swiftly met with a barrage of insults from none other than Kenji.
"WTF?! Anko-sensei! Why does Chihiro get to go home, and I have to stay here? She was doing just fine, kicking my ass! If anyone should get to go home, it's ME! Why do you have to be such a sexist bitch, Anko-sensei?!" Kenji's face was tomato red with anger.
Anko just stared at him. For once, her face showed no emotion. Her eyes soon narrowed though. "Thirty laps around the training grounds," was all she said.
"Whaaaaaaat!? That's fucking insane!"
"Care to make it forty?" was her only reply.
"Fine, I'll take your stupid forty laps, you sexist dictator!" He said this with a smug look on his face.
"Fifty laps, with the sword on your back," Anko finished giving out Kenji's punishment with a gleefull look on her face.
Kenji's mouth just about hit the ground when he heard this.
"You better get started, if you want to finish before dark," Anko was so enjoying this. "Go on, get going Maggot!"
With that, Kenji started his laps around the training grounds with his sword securely strapped to his back. He wasn't at all happy, and everyone could tell. As he ran, he shouted curses to his loathsome sensei.
"Goddamn you psychotic bitch! I hope you fucking die! I hate you so much! Why don't you go to hell and never come back! I hope you eat shit and die, you sexist motherfucker!"
"Wow, he sure does know a lot of words for a twelve-year-old," Shinju said rather embarrassed. The two kunoichi just sat back and watched the show. They ate popcorn as they did this. Although, neither of them knew how they had got it.
Only a half hour later, Chihiro came back in a much better mood. As she came closer, she couldn't help but notice a string of curses being yelled. When she got to the spot where Anko and Shinju were sitting, she saw the source of the noise. It was a rather amusing sight. As Kenji circled the grounds, his voice would get louder as he was near them. When he was farther away, his voice was only a murmur in the distance.
"What's going on, Anko-sensei? Why is Kenji running laps?"
"After hearing that you got to go home, he smarted off. So, I decided to bring his ego down a notch and punish him," was her sensei's reply.
"Didn't you tell him that I'd be back in thirty minutes?" Chihiro knew how Kenji usually reacted to girls getting special treatment.
"Now, what would've been the fun in that? Popcorn?" asked Anko as she handed the bag to Chihiro. She quickly took the offered snack from her sensei at sat down beside them to watch the show. Meanwhile, the curses just continued.
"Fuck you and your popcorn, Bitches!"
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