AN: I love writing. Seriously. I'm in the midst of writing some one-shots and a Vocaloid story (which may be posted far into the future), as well as planning all sorts of things, fanfic and original. But for now, I should get back to my most well-loved fanfic (although that may be because I never update the others...)
So, enjoy. (I'll go to the NaruHina now)
Chapter 7
Naruto tapped his pen on his desk, half asleep. Looking up at the clock, it revealed that fourth lesson, Biology, was only halfway through. Naruto yawned, covering his mouth, pretending that Shiho-sensei's words made sense to him. Something about ventricles and aortas and the flow of blood-stuff that wouldn't be relevant in Naruto's future! He wanted to go into politics, maybe become Prime Minister, something that could change the world.
But of course, he was a GCSE student, and so, needed to learn this stuff. He heard Shikamaru answer another question, his answer being correct. Shiho-sensei's voice sounded a little girlier as she congratulated him. Seriously, why did a teacher have some kind of crush on a student? Even a young teacher was still a little weird.
Naruto looked to his side, and began copying Sakura's well-written notes. That was one of the good things about being friends with a genius, they'd let you copy their notes and would only beat you up a little for being so ignorant. Or maybe only Sakura did that...
Three figures sat in the Sixth Form locker room, which currently had its floor decorated with various mechanics, pieces of wood, glue, cloth and paint. This chaos was created by the only female in the group, the grassy-haired fan fetishist that was Hanako Tsukino. The two males with her were Takumi Motou and Daisuke 'Suki-chan' Hayashi, the latter given his nickname by Hanako, much to his chagrin. The trio were conversing about random things at the current time.
"What do you guys think of Bleach lately?" Takumi asked, leaning back against a locker. Hanako looked away from her work, a fan that, when activated, could summon a good few shuriken, and at him.
"Urgh, it's such a roller coaster. It's like good to bad to okay to bad, to excellent to sub-par... I'm getting dizzy thinking of it..." She commented, rotating her upper body on the spot as though she were incredibly dizzy. Daisuke smirked, then replied.
"That's what Aizen was planning. Now he will pop out of a random space-time portal and we'll be screwed." The trio all laughed a little at this.
"Hey, d'you guys hear about that deal Gai and Kakashi have got going on?" Hanako asked, grinning. Takumi groaned as though it were a bad joke, whilst Daisuke smirked.
"Pure gold," The latter said, a laugh present in his voice. "Although I'm not keen on the idea of any team Sasuke-teme is on winning." All three nodded at this. If there was one thing every member of the team agreed on, it was mutual annoyance at one Sasuke Uchiha. This wasn't discouraged by their mentor, but rather fuelled, Kairi-sensei being of the Uchiha clan's rivals, the Hyugas.
"Then I propose that we support Team Underdog-by which I mean Gai and Lee, obviously-and laugh at Kakashi-sensei when he's wearing a bra at prom!" Takumi stood up at this, holding a fist up almost triumphantly. The other two gave cheers, gleeful as they thought of sabotage plans.
"Well, now we've sorted this out... I need to work on this Art coursework. Kurenai-sensei is scary when she's angry."
And with that, the trio went back to their usual routine.
Naruto looked back up at the clock, and held in a sigh of relief. Five minutes left until the lesson ended, and he could go to precious break. He'd managed to focus on the lesson a little more, and now had sufficient study notes, should he ever need to revise this topic. (Because life was cruel to GCSE students, this would surely be the case in a few months)
Naruto grinned at the realisation of how much had happened today, despite it only being the first day. If every day is this hectic, he thought, this year's gonna be really tiring.
Turning back to the lesson, he scrawled some more notes down messily. Then, another strange thought struck him.
Why exactly did I choose Art again?
The final minute of the lesson seemed to drag, even to the teachers. One in particular was counting down the seconds in her head, which was currently filled with concern. During the lesson, she'd received an e-mail which had been sent to all members of staff via Office Outlook. News of Kakashi and Gai's challenge was juicy gossip for some, and something to laugh at for others, but this teacher was just plain worried by the news. Gai often threw himself headfirst into impossible (for him at least) tasks against Kakashi, who was admittedly better at him than all of them, but this was just insane!
Kairi Hyuga pulled her eyes away from the clock to look at her first year class, who were equally expectant of the bell. With a heavy sigh, she thought, You idiot. I'll make you give up this challenge! And if I can't, then damn, do I have a task ahead of me...
AN: This story is just like the Naruto manga-slowly descending into utter fail. I enjoyed doing some lampshade hanging, though. Seriously, I was just writing when Fridge Logic struck me. Why the heck would Naruto pick Art? I was just being lazy there, and needed Sasori in the story, to be fair.
Also, I do believe I have beat you, Woolfy-chan! ...basically, we made a deal involving this, and her story Sekkus Skato. If you haven't read it (and like yaoi (SasoDei)), then I recommend it. Lots of breaking the fourth wall, though.
Nothing more to say so Raven...OUT!
