Yo it's dreamwithinadream262 and I need to fix my sleep schedule.
You should read Corporal Short-Stack's Sassy Secretary It's pretty damn good so far
"No Quiero Ser Normal" is my jam right now
Thank God for Holiday Break because now I can read manga again
I dreamwithinadream262 do not own Naruto, however Masashi Kishimoto should be given an award for creating one of the arguably best stories of our time.
~oOo~
Truthfully, the first few minutes of class experience officially at Madarama for Aiko, were nothing exciting. It had turned out, she had nothing to be anxious about. Madarama was simply just another High school. Of course she half wished the new environment would be a completely new scenario but, it was all normal..which wasn't bad either.
Thankfully the directionally challenged, not just in height, Uchiha found her way towards her next class in a stroke of good luck, which happened to be quite rare nowadays. No, she didn't run into yet another odd acquaintance, or end up in some sort of outrageously embarrassing situation. For once, the girl had actually been early for something, and had the advantage of choosing her seat first. Naturally, the back of the classroom was the ideal option. The reason Asuma's class was easy to find was that it happened to be directly across from the guidance office.
How convenient...
"You know...you look very familiar dattebayo..." The perplexed, idiotic voice of Naruto pondered out loud as Aiko debated slamming her head into her desk. A charming idiot he was...a charming idiot he was.
"For a guy who knows everybody, you're not very good with names." Aiko replied in a laughing tone, amused. It had just been a coincidence that her first class was with the infamous Uzumaki. Whether that was a good or bad thing, nobody knew.
Sitting in back of them, a certain lazy Nara cracked a smile as he half listened in on their conversation, and the other half attempting to take a nap.
The blonde haired boy blinked rapidly, tilting his head to the side curiously.
"About a month ago...mall, bookstore, Ichiraku. Ring any bells?"
It took a few seconds of record breaking thought as Naruto's brain sifted through the countless files of people he had met in his lifetime before he remembered. Face brightening up like a fork in a light socket he slapped his forehead as he blushed.
"Oh...Aiko right?" Naruto sputtered out laughing embarrassed. "Ehe...sorry, for accidentally tackling you that time..."
"Smooth move, Naruto. Do you use that move on all the ladies?" A voice interjected from in front of Aiko and Naruto as a brown haired teenage boy smiled a wolfish grin, flashing his canines. Sitting back in his seat casually. He wore an entertained, sly expression; his chocolate brown eyes twinkling with mischief.
Or Hinata...He thought.
Aiko shifted her gaze to the newest, self-inserted member of their conversation with mild interest. He seemed normal enough, or at least she hoped. She was so wrong. Silly Aiko.
"I do not!" Naruto pouted, yelling indignantly. "It's not like that dattebayo. I'm a gentleman."
Completely disregarding Naruto as he rambled on, the attentive, social brunette focused his attention on Aiko as he held his hand out for her to shake. Aiko stared at his extended arm dubiously, and then back at his face with a brow raised. Shrugging, he dropped his hand to his side and continued speaking undeterred by her blatant social rejection.
"Ignore that uncivilized brute over there." He spoke, signaling over to Naruto who had now realized nobody was listening to him. Putting up a hand near his mouth, the boy spotted closer to Aiko whispering "He wasn't raised properly."
"What?! I WASN'T RAISED AT ALL" Naruto sputtered, narrowing his eyes at his friend.
He continued on, grabbing onto the ramen-lovers shoulder protectively, feigning a look of pity.
"This poor fellow is the product of a degenerate society whose expectations of his capabilities have led him to a life of inferiority. His untapped potential has gone to waste because of his complacency with the box his society had put him in. So forgive this underprivileged guy, he doesn't know better." He finished, a pleased smile gracing his features. Naruto blinked slowly, processing the insult he had just received.
Wow, that's a mouthful...Aiko thought. Thinking about it, the guy kind of resembled a puppy to her. He just went on to the next subject without even faltering, his attention span not even lasting more than three seconds.
"I don't know half the words that were in that sentence..but I think you just insulted me." Naruto said looking up, folding his arms over his chest.
"I can neither verify or deny that statement...but it sounded intellectual right?" The guy pondered aloud, smiling, clearly thinking he's outclassed Naruto's intelligence.
"You have no idea what you just said, do you Kiba?" Shikamaru cut in monotonously, his head resting on his arm haphazardly.
The sack of male teenage hormones, now identified as Kiba, turned around, mock hurt crossing over his face as he stared at Shikamaru. "Have you no faith in me?"
Ten seconds passed by with an intense staring contest showdown between an indignant Kiba, and an apathetic Shikamaru before an audible "no" was heard.
"Well...," Kiba started, turning around, folding his arms over his chest defiantly. "Now I know who's not going to be invited to my Konoha School Musical themed birthday party."
Giggles erupted from the small group of guys, even Aiko chuckling slightly at the joke aimed at Shikamaru. Naruto ended up choking on his spit and had a coughing fit to which Kiba pounded on his back rather harshly, which didn't help the situation in the slightest. This caused Naruto to laugh even harder, and after a good 40 seconds him and Kiba were gasping for air, tears pricking at their eyes from insane laughter. Aiko snorted. So far her first day at Madarama Academy had been extremely interesting. She wondered how the rest of the day would commence.
When their laughing subsided, Aiko stared up at the two self-entertaining boys smiling. "Has anyone ever told you guys that you're an enigma?"
Naruto and Kiba stared at each other and shrugged. "No...is that a good thing?"
"In this case, yes."
...
After two minutes of students slowing filing into the classroom, a tall man with thick black hair entered the classroom, a thick history textbook in hand just as the bell rang. The man wore a wary, but content smile on his face as he addressed the group of adolescents in front of him. The first day of school was always either a hit or miss. Hopefully, this day would be a hit, because the first day always meant no homework, which was never a bad thing.
"My name is Sarutobi-Sensei, Asuma Sarutobi, or just Asuma if you like." Asuma greeted, introducing himself to the class.
Nobody smiled back. Instead, the rightfully anxious young teacher was greeted with twenty-three dull stares, with the exception of a handle of dazed day dreamers. They all had the same "I really don't want to be here right now" aura. Except for the fangirls, who tried to appear casual as they silently ogled their teacher from afar. All they succeeded in was looking somewhat uncomfortable in their seats, and making Asuma feel uncomfortable as he tried to ignore their obvious gazes. Aiko could see as they all stared in turns, every five minutes a group looked away, and another five looked dback. Fan girls were scary, and oddly strategic.
"So," He said clapping his hands together, "History...the foundation of all other subjects. History is the story of everything that happened, why it happened...and the affect of what happened. It's tied to everything, math, science, English..."
A few students perked up, starting to listen to Asuma.
"This class is as important to you as breathing." Asuma continued. "If there are two things you are to learn in this class, and no it isn't that the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell," scattered bouts of laughter were heard throughout the classroom, "It's that the first thing you'll learn is whoever benefits the most is probably the culprit...and the second; how to rule the world."
From the back of the class, Shikamaru quirked up in a lopsided smirk.
"We're all apart of history...will you make history with me?"
Suffice to say, Asuma effectively captured the attention of most of his class in a couple of sentences. Aiko thought the last line sounded like it was pulled straight out of a cliche love song, but it was still cool. Sarutobi-sensei was really...awesome so far.
"So...any questions?" The now eager history otaku teacher asked.
A lone girl confidently raised her hand in the air immediately.
"Are you married?"
...
Judging by the look on Asuma's face, he was very caught off guard. Blushing a deep vermillion crimson, a certain person wandered into his mind... cough, Kurenai, cough.
"No...I am not..." He rushed out rather quickly, swallowing his embarrassment. Little did he know that his cheeks would be tinged a pale pink throughout the whole day because of that question. "...unfortunately..." He added under his breath later as an afterthought.
Aiko almost laughed. Seemed even grown adults had innocent fantasies or their own...or not so innocent, but Aiko didn't want to think about that.
Half the class inwardly groaned. He should just propose already, they all thought. It was a well known fact in Madarama about Asuma's infatuation with the biology teacher, Kurenai. Of course, there was no direct evidence that the two teachers were involved in a romantic relationship, but there was reasonable suspicion. Currently, the staff members were casting bets on whether Asuma would propose this year or not. The staff shipped it, the students shipped it...it was right to assume Kurenai and Asuma shipped themselves. The only obstacle in this perfect OTP was Asuma's own anxious hesitation...and fear of rejection.
The shipping wars were real. The struggle.
Currently Kakashi and Jiraiya voted that Asukure was the best ship name for the couple. Anko and Tsunade debated whether the potential couples' child would be a boy or a girl.
"Any...other questions?" The now bashful history teacher recovered.
Naruto raised his hand, in question.
"Why is History called History?" The Uzumaki blurted.
"Well Naruto...his...story..." Asuma informed slowly.
Naruto promptly fell out of his seat, dumbfounded.
"Pssssst Aiko..." The faint hissing of a voice to Aiko's right sounded.
"Hn?" She glanced over, expecting to meeting the eyes of Naruto, but was met with empty space. Aiko shifted her gaze to the ground where the blonde was lying, now recovered from his epiphany.
"Did you know...that it's..His...story..." He whispered seriously, earning an odd look from Aiko.
"Okay...?" She muttered, not really understanding on the importance.
Laughing, Naruto spoke again. "This is your first day right?" He asked.
"Yeah? So?"
"What periods do you have next?"
Suddenly wracking her brain for the vital information she'd stored away for the day, Aiko thought momentarily.
"...Um, Biology and then Math I think." She replied.
Naruto wore a dissatisfied expression. "Damn...how about lunch?"
"Fifth period."
Nodding in acknowledgement, he quickly turned to Kiba asking the same question. When the answer he received was yes, he fist-pumped triumphantly.
"Sweet! See you there!" He declared enthusiastically, bouncing back to his seat.
Looks like that problem had been resolved. Aiko smiled...maybe this would be her best first day ever!
~oOo~
...This was not her best first day ever.
SUREEEE, Biology was okay she guessed. The class did not disappoint her, nor particularly excite her on this first day. It was simply normal...but math...that was a completely different realm; figuratively, and literally. Figuratively in the sense that math was a hard concept for Aiko to grasp, and literally as in the class was located in a desolate part of the school.
She supposed whoever decided the layout of the school had a sense of humor placing that class of hell where it was located. The algebra two classroom was placed at the end of a series of hallways, dead last in the row or bright, normal rooms where students souls didn't shrivel up and die. As you got closer to the room, the overhead lights flickered, and there was a distinct dripping sound from where pipes leaked through the soggy, damaged ceiling tiles. It felt as if one was descending into a dungeon where they'd never surface to see daylight again.
The inside of the classroom was no better.
Aiko did give credit that the entire room was spotless. Translucent overhead lights shone brightly against the pristine, bare, off-white walls. Tables and chairs were arranged in perfect, symmetrical rows, and the room faintly smelled of bleach...or some other type of cleaning agent. Aiko couldn't help but get the eerie feeling that something bad must've happened in this room once upon a time. Perfection was unsettling to Aiko...it was so refined, restricted. It wasn't like those cliche classrooms where there were crappy motivational posters hung up on the walls that students looked at during tests.
These words could've been accurately used to describe the self proclaimed tyrant of this "humble" classroom.
Ibiki Morino...Aiko could say with full certainty that he was the scariest, most intimidating, sadistic person she'd ever met. He could make Fugaku run away crying like a school girl getting rejected by her crush with one glance.
He looked like a drill instructor...intimidating, pissed off, and generally looking like he wanted to murder someone...most likely Naruto. How the former commandant was allowed to be around teenagers, much less be a teacher was a mystery. All anybody knew was Ibiki had been touched by the math deities and expected everybody else to be capable of his level of understanding in the art of math.
Within the short period of time Aiko spent in that class, she'd already heard multiple horror stories about how Ibiki set up impossible tests that not even gods could complete which. He expected people to cheat, saying "Because… in times, information is more important than life… and on missions and on the battlefield, people risk their lives to get their hands on it."
Apparently, he was attempting to teach his class life skills and math at the same time...
Utter bullshit.
He really just loved messing with people, that sadistic bastard. Or perhaps he was just Satan.
"I'm Ibiki. Welcome to prison." Were the first words spoken by the oddly jovial, not in a good way, thirty year old. This brought up the question, how could such a young man have been a commandant, much less retired...
The story was that a student had asked this question once...the next week he transferred schools because one hundred poisonous spiders found their way into his locker. There were no casualties
Great.
If it weren't bad enough, it had also become clear that Aiko shared this class with three of Itachi's weird friends...including the silver haired freak who'd accused them of incest. The other two included an odd guy who wore an orange mask everywhere, and another guy who was counting money as he sat in his chair rigidly. What was he, a drug dealer or something? Perhaps a potential mobster?
She could feel their gazes on her back throughout the entire class. It was not a pleasant experience. She very much wanted to turn around and hit him in the face.
Aiko's stroke of good luck came in the form of a pink-haired girl sitting next to her that offered to show her to the cafeteria. She thought the girl to be quiet, and reserved...but that was until they left the classroom.
"HEY BILLBROAD BROW, CATCH!" a loud, high-pitched feminine voice called from down the hall, as an envelope was expertly aimed at Sakura, who caught it effortlessly without even turning around. She sighed, turning around to stare down the hallway expectantly, waiting for a certain blonde Yamanaka to appear.
Damn...Aiko thought. That could've been disastrous.
Within less than ten seconds, a boisterous, bubbly blonde, what Aiko thought was a stripper (not really) had appeared, breathing deeply as she tried to catch her breath. It was obvious that the two girls were friends. The offensive pet name was verification of that. Perhaps her name was Candy with a K.
"What have I said about calling me that?" The pinkette growled under her breath in mild irritation. Ino laughed, one hand on her curvaceous hip as she grinned at her somewhat pissed off friend. "What is this by the way?" Sakura asked, holding up the...pink, heart decorated envelop. It even glittered in the light. Almost like a Barbie movie had thrown up all over it.
Fabulous.
"It's funny that you actually think I'm going to stop calling you that." The sassy blonde replied, staring down at her perfectly manicured, purple nails with mild interest. "And it's a letter. Lee told me to give it to you."
"Oh joy..." Sakura sarcastically mused. She was SO curious as to what was in this letter. It wasn't like it was fucking obvious or something.
"I suggest you open it this time." Ino voiced. "He said something about working very hard on an especially youthful poem for you."
Turning the envelop around in her hands in disdain, she blanched. "I can't wait..."
"Ah..who's Lee? Is he your boyfriend?" Aiko questioned, shifting her gaze between Ino and Sakura. It wasn't that she was very interested in the subject, but she liked knowing what a conversation was about. Sakura almost choked, putting away the letter as Ino explained.
"Rock Lee. The guy has had a MAJOR crush on this pinkette since the seventh grade."
"Sounds like a real charmer," Aiko commented, giggling at the thought of Sakura's unrelenting not-so-secret admirer.
"Well," The green-eyed Haruno started, "It isn't that he's a bad guy...in fact he's really nice. It's just...," She paused trying to think of words that wouldn't hurt his feelings, "He's not very subtle, and I don't like him that way. He's more like a brother to me. Plus he wears spandex and legwarmers in his free time."
Oo, brotherzoned...harsh, Aiko thought. That was worse than the friend zone. It was possible to get out of the friendzone...but the brotherzone? It'd only feel like incest to be romantically involved with the person. The brotherzone was inescapable. She sort of felt bad for the guy...but she was also curious as to who the eccentric fellow was to wear spandex, or legwarmers. It explained the "not subtle" part.
"You'd think he'd have better taste..." Ino trailed off. "In the fields of fashion AND in women"
Sakura crossed her arms defensively."Love you too Ino-pig."
Aiko watched as Ino laughed aimlessly, continuing her statement. "Sorry Sakura, but you are a bit lacking in the chest area...a lot." She added, gesturing towards Sakura's flat as a board chest.
"Remind me why we're friends again?"
"You know, I'm not quite sure of that myself... Who's this by the way?"
All gazes were directed at Aiko. "Oh, this is Aiko. We share forty minutes of hell- I mean math together."
"Ibiki?"
"Bingo..."
"Damn...that's rough." The Yamanaka responded, grimacing. Turning to face the quiet Uchiha, she started by introducing herself; something that should have been done a long time ago. "I'm Ino by the way. Visionary, trendsetter, optimist, professional fangirl. Unexpectedly the friend of this egghead over here." She jabbed a thumb towards Sakura, setting a hand on her hip. "I've never seen you around here before. You new?"
"Yeah, this is my first day...is Madarama always so..?"
"Loud? Eventful? Yeah. You'll get use to it eventually. I hope we can become good friends."
"Me too."
Sakura quickly chimed in on the girls conversation before more words could be exchanged. "I don't know about you two, but I'm starving, and I intend on eating."
Ino, and Aiko unanimously shared a serious look. "Agreed."
~oOo~
"Your friends are very...interesting." Aiko remarked, sitting by her stoic cousin who ate his lunch unenthusiastically. He was use to their boisterous banter, so nothing was surprising as they all carried on with their normal routine of randomness.
"KEKKEI GENKAI, MAGNET RELEASE!" The table shook violently as a holographic game card was thrown down on the table by Naruto, ramen dripping from the chopsticks in his other hand.
Kiba visibly frowned, throwing down his cards disappointingly. Shino and Chouji appeared moderately disappointed with the card played, eyes knitting in thought of a new strategy.
"Looks like I've won this time, haven't I, dattebayo?" Naruto commented, a smug smile adorning face.
Shikamaru let the blonde have his moment of glory, before sliding two cards onto the table for the three males to see. With a small grin he announced in a confident voice:
"Earth release nature transformation...Shadow imitation technique."
Naruto choked on his ramen.
"Should've seen this coming. Shikamaru always wins..." Chouji remarked, throwing a bag of chips over to Shikamaru scornfully. He knew he shouldn't have bet them. He didn't know why he thought he would've won in the first place, especially since Shikamaru was playing. His friend was notorious for winning strategy games. They were already at a disadvantage from the first card played.
"I will win next time..." Naruto declared, pointing a chopstick at his spiky-haired opponent.
"I'm looking forward to it."
...
Turning back around to face Aiko with a serious look, Sasuke gestured towards his group of friends."...You don't even know half of it."
"So Sasuke," Kiba took a long swig on the juice box he was holding protectively. "When were you planning on introducing us to your awesome cousin?"
Sasuke rolled his eyes, staring off into some random corner. "Never."
Little known to Aiko, Sasuke had many more friends than she realized, which was saying a lot. How they all dealt with his emo, antisocial mood-swings, she dhadn't the slightest idea. However it was apparent the reserved Uchiha had chosen his friends well, even if they were a tad odd. All of them were sincere and generally nice to one another, besides the whole friendly competition they had going on. They all welcomed Aiko to their table with open arms, acting as if they'd known her their entire life...well except Neji. He'd always be an ass.
Even Hinata seemed to know the group of friends fairly well, and by fairly well, very well. She wondered how different her life would've been if she'd gone to school with Sasuke instead of her own.
"Kiba, be grateful, knowing this cretin will only cause you misfortune and heartache." Inserted Neji, momentarily glancing up from a stack of papers he and Sakura were currently sorting through. Apparently, the pretentious Hyuuga was the student council president. Aiko almost split her sides in laughter when she found out. It was a befitting title for the detached, matter-of-fact individual.
"I'm sorry Neji, I didn't mean to threaten your sense of stability in your friendships, but I assure you, your friends be loyal to you even if a misfortune-bearing cretin like me associates with them. " Responded Aiko, aiming a feigned heartfelt gaze at Neji, who deadpanned considerably. "At least I don't have the social skills of a baked potato..." She added with a smirk.
"Dude...it's in her genes, it's not her fault." Kiba rationalized, thinking about the nature of the Uchiha species.
"Well I think Aiko is pretty dang awesome, dattebayo!" Defended Naruto, recovering from his horrible defeat.
"I second that!" Kiba yelled, despite the unintentional insult he'd hurled at her.
"Agreed." Hinata whispered meekly, a hint of blush dusting her pale cheeks.
She knew she liked them for a reason.
Neji scoffed scornfully. Flipping through his papers quickly had earned him a series of paper cuts. "Do as you wish," He advised, inspecting his hand skeptically. "Just don't leave this one alone near anything flammable. You might just find your living room ablaze."
He just had to bring that one up...Aiko frowned. Too soon...too soon. A couple of curious glances were thrown in her direction.
"Aiko is no Deidara. She's just a bit slow is all." Commented her reserved cousin on her right, sparing an apathetic glance to Neji. He did not look impressed. He had fabulous hair but he was a prick.
Aiko elbowed Sasuke in in the gut, causing him to grunt in pain suddenly. "Knew I could count on you Casanova...who's Deidara?"
"Long blonde hair, blue eyes. Always caught screaming about how "art is fleeting". He's a bit of a pyromaniac. Once attempted to have a conversation with him but he kept saying "UN" after every sentence." Kiba explained. "Hair kind of looks like Ino, well a transvestite Ino"
Even Ino nodded in agreement. Sakura started to laugh which cause Ino to slap her in irritation.
That sounded kind of familiar. For some reason, Aiko felt like she'd seen this person before.
"Wait...is he one of Itachi's friends?" She asked.
Most of the table turned their heads and nodded. Sasuke had a darkened expression. "You could say that..." Naruto said.
"Hn." Sasuke grunted. He really didn't want to have a conversation about them today...tomorrow, ever. Sasuke hoped his cousin wouldn't ask any more questions like she usually had, but in a stroke of luck for Sasuke, none came his way. Aiko was more interested in a certain corner of the room at the moment.
"Hey, what is THAT?!" Aiko's voice trembled in laughter, and disbelief as she pointed to a specific group of tables. Everyone followed her pointing finger to understand what she was talking about. Some laughed as they released what Aiko was pointing to.
Across the room there were three tables pushed together, with just about thirty people, mostly girls, sitting around chatting ideally. Their attention seemed to be drawn to the person sitting at the head of the table, where presumably she was eating her lunch. Long dark hair, long eyelashes, pale skin and perfect complexion. It was easy to observe the girl's beauty from this long of a distance away...even if she was wearing a boys uniform which Aiko thought was kind of odd. Aiko has stricken with a bout of jealousy for a moment. She wondered what the girl would look like from a lesser distance.
"Oh them?" Kiba asked, staring at the group longingly."That my friend is the Haku fan club." He finished nonchalantly, his gaze lingering on the group for a few seconds more.
"Also known as Haku's harem." Sasuke added in clarification.
"Haku...fan club? Looks more like personal staff to me." Ino snorted.
"He's a senior." Naruto informed. "All of the girls are really sad he's going to be leaving this after this year. I'm surprised Zabuza-Sensei isn't in in that crowd himself, dattebayo."
There were a few snickers from everyone at the table who knew who Zabuza was. A sudden revelation came to Aiko. "Wait a second...that's a boy?!"
"Believe it! Don't worry though, we couldn't tell at first either." Naruto and the other boys at the table paled. They were all fooled by Haku's perfection freshmen year. Kiba had gone in full flirt mode, and on Valentines Day, most of the guys had given him gifts of various sorts. They ranged from small items like chocolate...to love letters.
Naruto was still reaping the outcomes of that mishap.
Aiko couldn't believe it. There was no way a boy was prettier than her! But low and behold, it was true. Kami had an interesting sense of humor. Sakura and Ino glared discreetly at the boy, snarling under their breath. They had to work for their beauty but he, it was all natural...it wasn't fair, it wasn't fair!.
Chouji glared at Haku for other reasons. He wasn't jealous of his looks, nor fooled by them. Chouji was just mad that Haku always got free snacks.
It wasn't fair... wasn't fair.
"Oh, yeah!" Kiba exclaimed, suddenly broken out of his reverie. He'd already gotten over his embarrassing memories from freshman year. "We all have gym next, how about you?"
For once in the entire day, Aiko smiled genuinely, answering the eager guy in a cheerful tone. "I'm glad you asked...same here."
"Kami help us all..." Sasuke and Neji muttered.
When the bell rang signaling the end of lunch, nobody seemed to noticed a certain silver-haired guidance counselor...nor the new graphic novel he held in his hands.
"THE DUCK SCENE IS IN HERE!" His loud, excited voice rung throughout the walls of the cafeteria. Several heads turned to look at him with varied suspicious, alarmed faces. "Ehehehehe..." Kakashi laughed. He got up from his chair grinning like the deranged fanboy he was.
Some things were meant to be read in private.
~oOo~
"Come on Sakura, you've got to show us!" Kiba exclaimed, blocking the direction of the pinkette who wore an exasperated expression. Kiba had successfully been stalling her for a good two minutes. She didn't want to be late for class. Sakura attempted to sidestep the tall boy, but her path was quickly blocked again...this time by Naruto as well.
"Guys, stop it. We're all going to be late to class if you don't cut this out!" Sakura admonished, flicking both guys on the forehead. Sakura was sort of the mother of the group of friends. She was serious about school, but had her fun sometimes.
This was not one of those times.
"Show us! Show us!" Naruto continued, chanting louder as the seconds passed. The green-eyed Haruno tapped her foot impatiently as Kiba joined in on the chanting. Before long, their voices started drawing attention from other students passing by. It looked as if they were starting some sort of cult or something.
"SHOW US! SHOW US! SHOW US!"
"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT I'LL SHOW YOU!" Sakura yelled, effectively shushing her with both hands. She wondered how she had befriended these dofuses. "Just shut up." She whispered.
Taking out the bedazzled envelope from her bag, Sakura heaved an audible loud sigh. Handing it over to Kiba, she let him read it aloud.
Kiba was enthusiastic to oblige.
"Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Hey, I like you
And my leg warmers too,
And Gai-sensei,
And hair gel,
And Naruto
And food
And bowls
Your youth is overflowing
like the Sakura petals falling in the Spring
When I look down at my spandex
I am reminded of your eyes
Let the flames of youth burn brightly inside of us
youth
~Lee"
"What...the...actual fuck?" Kiba guffawed, clutching his sides as his body trembled with laughter. Wiping away tears from his eyes, Kiba continued with his infectious laughter.
"Hey, don't laugh. It's not nice to Lee!" Sakura defended, trying to stifle her laughter. Lee was a bit forward but he didn't deserve people laughing at him.
"He compared your eyes to... spandex dattebayo." Naruto tittered, also suppressing laughter of his own. Rock Lee happened to be a good friend of his own, but it was impossible not to laugh at his antics.
"Okay, so maybe it is a little funny."
LITTLE ~oOo~ BLURB
curtsey of Sandafairy. Seriously, I didn't write this...it just kind of happened.
Zabuza's dark eyes lingered on the pocketfuls of fangirls before him. They were all currently showering Haku with their homemade cookies, cakes, treats, lunches and snack foods.
Zabuza watched the spectacle with slight jealousy, actually, more the slight. A lot. His apprentice was getting all the babes, and all the food! But mostly the food. The only girl in Zabuza's life was his mommy. And she didn't give him any food, always calling him a bum who needed a life, not her precious cooking.
Zabuza crossed his arms over his chest childishly, and to add to the effect he even pouted, "I sure wish I had some cake."
But alas, the spiky haired instructor received no treats, nor much wanted attention.
"Damn it, you brat," Zabuza growled. After those words left the disheartened teacher's lips, the fabulous, pulchritudinous young male maneuvered his sassiness past the horde of fangirls and stopped to stand before Zabuza.
Haku looked to his master and smiled widely.
"Here, Zabuza," He said, handing the man treats and food the fangirls had given him, "I can't eat all of this by myself, would you care to help me?"
Zabuza's mind went blank as he mentally cried at his apprentice's cuteness, as one last thought crossed his mind, Damn it…you brat...
~oOo~
Author note of death.
SO THIS CHAPTER TOOK LIKE TWO DAYS TO WRITE AND A SHIT TON OF PROCRASTINATION
Like, comment, subscribe OH WAIT WRONG FORM OF SOCIAL MEDIA. I really need to use the sleep because school has got my brain fried. *totally not procrastinating by writing fanfiction* Whoops...
anywhoozies...love you all people.
I'm a review whore who feeds on reviews so...
Review? Or Constructive criticism? your pick...I'd hate to pressure you
~dreamwithinadream262
bye