1We had a big storm later that night, resulting in classes getting canceled, due to the now constant threat of twisters.
Most of us were down in the living room, the few others scattered about the house.
Naruto still hadn't left the couch, and was taking up the whole thing so that no one else could sit there. Though, he had offered me a spot. I flipped him the bird, my 'no thank you.'
And he smirked.
Loser.
Tenten and Sakura, who hadn't done their assignments after school, were working on them now. Something about trajectory theories and crap.
I never did my homework. Or my class work. Why try when they didn't even matter to pass the class? Nah, sleeping was more worthwhile. Shikamaru seemed to agree, also unconcerned about the work. Sasuke, Neji, Kiba, Sasuki, and Hinata had already finished it. Naruto probably forgot.
So I was reading, about past wars. History's awesome. A lot fucking better back then than it is now, despite all the killing crap there was.
'Course, they had an older, outdated form of fighting back then. A cooler kind. They didn't do all the ninja stuff, the spell casting and chakras. The annoying crud I was forced into. I wish I could be a historian. But, oh well. I'm in this now. I'll probably end up as some ANBU captain. I guess, it doesn't really matter...
"Hey, Aleu, watcha readin'?"
Damn, Naruto sounded tired. He'd been sleeping all day, though, on that stupid couch. I told him he'd get sick.
"Go back to sleep, you sound dead,"
He stifled a yawn and rolled over, burying his face into the couch. Sakura had brought him down a blanket that he was now tangled in so badly it looked like he'd fused with it.
With a frown, I went back to my book.
Around 9:30 PM
We had several tornadoes today. Good thing classes closed. They tore through Konoha, but luckily didn't do much damage. A lot of the others went down to the basement, except me, Sasuki, Sasuke, Shikamaru, and Naruto.
Naruto probably would have been down there if he wasn't sleeping. I swear, soon as that jerk-off starts sneezing or coughing or chucking, I'm tying a bag around his head. I'm not catching whatever he has.
But after the threat, everybody re-grouped in the living room to do what they always did; zone out in front of the television set.
Damn, it was getting boring around here, and it was only the fourth day.
I had another book out, this one about a foot thick, all small type.
Naruto, now awake, was watching me read.
It's so weird, over night he's become like a stalker. Always watching me. I don't get it.
"It's going to take you forever to get to the end of that," Naruto said, sounding as tired as ever.
"It's going to take you forever to get to the ninth grade, bitch,"
Tsunade was the reason we were back in school.
She set up this stupid system where Genins were back in school. So were some Chunins, but most of them took all the tests at once and got out of it right away.
She said it was because kids had too little education when they became Genins, and some Chunins were in that level by luck. So until they've passed all thirty-two tests, they weren't allowed to go on missions. Though, Genins were. But until they pass all thirty-two tests, they weren't allowed to try out for Chunin.
Yeah, we've got these tests. That's the part that's stopping Naruto, because as I said before, the paperwork doesn't do jack-shit.
There are thirty-two grades. You can order a test early if you think you can skip ahead. Chunins all at once, Genins once a week. The tests are easy sons-of-bitches to me. I'm due for my test around next week, I think, to skip ahead to the twenty-fifth level. Me, Sasuke, Sasuki, Neji, Shikamaru, Sakura, Tenten, and all the other smartasses are buzzing through the grades, me and Shikamaru and kinda-sorta Sasuke getting by on tests alone.
And yeah, Narutos back in the eighth grade.
"Jerk,"
"Fucktard,"
He grinned and let loose another one of his odd, quiet giggles, snuggling into the couch again like he was ready to hibernate.
Sakura had brought down even more blankets. Don't know why in frozen hell she cares.
"Hm, school's canceled tomorrow, too," Sasuke informed everyone. He was the only person really listening to the news.
"Storms?" Sakura asked, looking up.
They've gotten pretty fierce. Konoha doesn't usually have storms like this. A couple of the others are getting freaked, stations starting shit about attacks and whatnot.
It was just effing rain and wind.
There's too many Tornado threats happening to try and conduct classes, I guess. Which is cool, four day weekend.
And if a tornado does hit this place, it'll be even better. Mission over.
(My place has that special-built structure that's pretty strong, and is in a kind of sunken area. No problem with storms there, not even flooding. Drains damn well. Twisters can spin all they like.)
Sasuke didn't bother to give her an answer. She shouldn't need one.
1:05 AM
Everyone went to bed at ten, except Sasuke, me, Shikamaru, and Naruto.
I was playing Go with Shikamaru, Sasuke was reading, and Naruto was sleeping on the couch, waking up every now and then to blow his nose.
He was already looking better. The kid gets over things pretty quickly.
Sasuke stood up and announced how hot it was and turned on the ceiling fan.
I shivered, not having my sweatshirt on.
However, when I reached for it, Naruto, who at this moment was awake, snagged it.
I fired up at once.
"Dammit, Uzamaki, give!" I barked, holding out my hand.
"No," He answered simply.
Shikamaru made his move, and looked up with an annoyed expression, realizing that he'd have to wait until this was over to continue.
And that'd be a while. The fox was stubborn as fucking hell.
(Yeah, I know Naruto's 'secret'. Alkotas told me.)
"Naruto," I grinded my teeth, not exactly up to getting physical with him, and hoping he'd just give in.
He pulled a pout, but didn't make any move to give me back my sweater.
"Just give it to her," Shikamaru sighed, leaning back.
Sasuke glanced over at us and snorted his disapproval.
I shot him a glare. "Then turn off that fucking fan!"
"Stop cussing,"
I stood and stomped over to him, reaching up to turn off the fan. He also stood, but didn't do anything else. Until I pulled the chain to turn it off. He reached up and gave it another tug, turning it back on. I scowled, and turned it off. Then he turned it on. And I turned it off. He turned it on.
Naruto whimpered, displeased with having lost my attention.
"Dammit, Uchiha!"
"I said stop cussing,"
"And who the hell are you?"
"Stop,"
"Fuck you, I fucking can do fucking what I fucking please, fucking without your fucking input, fucker," My teeth were clenched again. I turned on the fan.
"Aleu," He growled, grabbing the chain and turning the fan off, "Stop. Cussing," Why did he care, anyways? I wasn't his responsibility.
Shikamaru threw back his head, exasperated.
"I'm going to bed," he muttered, standing and pushing his chair in.
We weren't listening to him.
"Hell, fuck, ass, bitch, dick, bastard–,"
Before I was fucking finished, that damn bastard slapped his hand over my mouth and grabbed my shoulder, damn hard.
I barely heard Naruto's gasp/growl through my own furious cry.
I tore Sasuke's hand off my mouth and shoved him onto the floor, throwing myself onto him and doing everything I could to hurt him.
But before I knew it, that dick had me pinned.
"Don't swear, Aleu," He growled, pressing my arms hard into the floor.
"Get off," I hissed, glaring at him as though trying to kill him with looks alone. Really, I was.
He didn't say anything. I could see the wheels turning, but hadn't a clue what he was thinking.
"Gettorf!" Naruto cried through a mouthful of my sweatshirt and tackled Sasuke, who was caught by surprise.
Released, I scooted away and sat up, fuming.
Sasuke slammed his head against Naruto's to get the blonde off.
Naruto sat back, dazed.
That ass. He had the whole sleeve his mouth. What the hell was he?
Sasuke turned and glared at me.
Hell, I had the strongest urge to continue my string of curses, but bit my tongue.
"What?"
He didn't answer.
"Night," I stood up and stomped up the steps, leaving behind the two, and my sweatshirt.
