Quick summary: This is my second chapter, and I really like this story so
far. This is one of the best chapters, where our favorite silver-haired
sensei's subordinates learn their "True feelings".
Naruto finally found Iruka. Iruka was bumming around with some redheaded chick. Her hair was spiky. Almost like Sasuke's... At the thought of Sasuke, Naruto felt a strange chill; a subtle internal shake.
Just to make sure, he said Sasuke's name once more, he now felt a cozy, calming sensation, sweep over him like a warm breeze, and it put him at ease, almost like a hypnosis, because Iruka was shaking him, "Naruto... Naruto... You shouldn't stand in the middle of a street blanking out!"
At his voice, imaginary ramen filled his mouth and he snapped out of it. "Ah! Ha-ha! Instructor Iruka! I am starving and I haven't eaten for weeks!" Naruto lied. Iruka stared at him,
"You don't have to lie, just ask. You're in luck, I'm hungry. Let's go. Bye Arika. I'll see you at... 2, tomorrow, ok?" Iruka seemed uncomfortable.
The redhead nodded and waved at Iruka. Iruka seemed relieved for her to be gone. Maybe he was just tired? And for once, Iruka didn't blush! I swear the guy would blush at a pillow!
Naruto got 3 bowls of ramen, one shrimp, one Miso, and one pork- flavored. Iruka tried to laugh, but all that came out was a sigh-laugh. "I'm exhausted. That woman was tiring. She is so energetic. She said she was lonely and bored, so I sat and talked with her, and then I walked with her... Then I shopped with her." Iruka also had a bowl of ramen.
Naruto wasn't focusing on anything, but Sasuke, that's all he could think about. His ramen reminded him of Sasuke. He was starting to suspect that Sasuke hypnotized him into having really weird feelings.
Naruto ate his ramen thoughtfully and sluggishly. Iruka was already finished with his bowl, and his blonde little pal hadn't even finished half of his 1st! Iruka thought he must be very ill, or have something of great importance on his mind.
"Naruto, what's wrong?" Iruka asked tiredly.
"Uh? Oh, nothing." Naruto lied. "You must like lying. C'mon, after all we've been through, you can talk to me. What's up?" Iruka persisted.
"... I ... want to tell you... Maybe I'm not well. But I can't. You'll laugh at me, or be very scared of me..." Naruto explained, looking at his ramen. He looked up, "So I'm not going to tell you." Naruto stuck his tongue out.
Iruka is very clever. He knows his way around Naruto's thinking. "Fine, if it is that secretive, I won't ask any more." Iruka ended the subject.
"Sasuke and I have been rivals forever..." Naruto started.
"I noticed. What about h-," Iruka began. Naruto interrupted him,
"But now, I think I might... even... like... him..." Naruto finished. Poor Iruka felt like someone had struck him with a kunai in the shoulder. His eyes widened... He looked as if he was somewhere else, somewhere, floating in space...
It was as if a lightning bolt struck him. His thoughts swam in the midst of his inner monologue. "What should I say to the boy? Should I tell him my feelings of his sensei? The silver-haired angel of a man... But I can't... I can't tell him that... He'd go crazy... But I have to think of something, or he might think I am 'scared' of him. It's normal to me, but Sasuke wouldn't understand, and neither would the rest of the world..." Iruka thought, tormented.
"It's completely normal, Naruto! You probably just feel a strong bond, not a liking. There's a difference. Do you like Sasuke as you do Sakura?" Iruka asked.
"You're right! Sorry I asked! Ha-ha! You are definitely right!" Naruto had his hand behind his head and he went back to his ramen and happily gobbled it up.
When he was finished, he thanked Iruka for talking to him. So he was no longer confused, and he convinced Iruka that he needed to go practice, because Iruka seemed to want to hang out with him more. Naruto walked off.
Sakura sat on a tree branch, lazily. She swung her legs through the air and falling petals. The perfume of the sakura tree was beautiful.
She was having the same problem Naruto was having, all she could think of was someone of the same sex, she had dubbed as her rival, Ino.
She tried to think about Sasuke. She even tried to imagine Sasuke naked, but that didn't even work. If she could only imagine anyone naked, she would have snapped out of it, but she was affixed to her younger days that her imagination showed before her.
Every innocent, sweet moment she and Ino shared, would play in her thoughts. She was so deep in thought, she wondered if she was sleeping or unconscious and she faintly worried about falling out of the tree, but her hypnotizing contemplations faded them away like a seducing poison.
She could barely think, but she thought, about what her mind was doing. Was it being insightful, was it prophetic, what meaning did it have? But those answers faded into the sakura aroma and her mind.
She had no control, she felt almost limp... Was Ino possessing her as a trick? But it kept slipping away like a tide, into the vast ocean.
Sasuke was punching a tree, slowly. He wondered why he wasn't attracted to anyone, and all he cared about was Itachi. But his mind would answer and snap, 'Forget about it, your purpose is to kill him, who cares about love, when there are more important things?' Sasuke agreed with himself, and punched the tree rapidly 20 times then he kicked it.
He began slowly again. He wondered for the first time, what would he do after killing Itachi. If that were his purpose would he then have to die afterwards? According to his voices, (?!?) that was his whole point. 'No! After you kill him, you'll be free to do whatever you wish, that is the point, to be free. To close the book! Now, practice!' the voice hissed back.
Sasuke began, then to question the point of life itself. He would love to sit and ponder THAT one. But the voice wouldn't let him. 'Who cares? People drive themselves crazy wondering that. PRACTICE!'
So Sasuke shrugged and started kicking the tree.
If you don't have a problem with the way I have Sasuke's thoughts, there is no need to read the paragraph below. .
Ok, Sasuke isn't schizophrenic, (a 'skitzo') He was just viewing all the angles of the situation, but I wrote it like he was crazy for fun... Who knows? Maybe Gaara gave him a voice or two because he has too many... (No offense to Gaara. He is actually God.) .
Kakashi was aimlessly walking around. He was wondering why Iruka always blushed at him. He just blushed back because he felt if he played along, Iruka wouldn't jump up and do something strange to him. Maybe Iruka has a funny skin condition. Like Rosacia or something, where you always appear to be blushing... Ah, well. Iruka would probably blush at a tree.
Naruto finally found Iruka. Iruka was bumming around with some redheaded chick. Her hair was spiky. Almost like Sasuke's... At the thought of Sasuke, Naruto felt a strange chill; a subtle internal shake.
Just to make sure, he said Sasuke's name once more, he now felt a cozy, calming sensation, sweep over him like a warm breeze, and it put him at ease, almost like a hypnosis, because Iruka was shaking him, "Naruto... Naruto... You shouldn't stand in the middle of a street blanking out!"
At his voice, imaginary ramen filled his mouth and he snapped out of it. "Ah! Ha-ha! Instructor Iruka! I am starving and I haven't eaten for weeks!" Naruto lied. Iruka stared at him,
"You don't have to lie, just ask. You're in luck, I'm hungry. Let's go. Bye Arika. I'll see you at... 2, tomorrow, ok?" Iruka seemed uncomfortable.
The redhead nodded and waved at Iruka. Iruka seemed relieved for her to be gone. Maybe he was just tired? And for once, Iruka didn't blush! I swear the guy would blush at a pillow!
Naruto got 3 bowls of ramen, one shrimp, one Miso, and one pork- flavored. Iruka tried to laugh, but all that came out was a sigh-laugh. "I'm exhausted. That woman was tiring. She is so energetic. She said she was lonely and bored, so I sat and talked with her, and then I walked with her... Then I shopped with her." Iruka also had a bowl of ramen.
Naruto wasn't focusing on anything, but Sasuke, that's all he could think about. His ramen reminded him of Sasuke. He was starting to suspect that Sasuke hypnotized him into having really weird feelings.
Naruto ate his ramen thoughtfully and sluggishly. Iruka was already finished with his bowl, and his blonde little pal hadn't even finished half of his 1st! Iruka thought he must be very ill, or have something of great importance on his mind.
"Naruto, what's wrong?" Iruka asked tiredly.
"Uh? Oh, nothing." Naruto lied. "You must like lying. C'mon, after all we've been through, you can talk to me. What's up?" Iruka persisted.
"... I ... want to tell you... Maybe I'm not well. But I can't. You'll laugh at me, or be very scared of me..." Naruto explained, looking at his ramen. He looked up, "So I'm not going to tell you." Naruto stuck his tongue out.
Iruka is very clever. He knows his way around Naruto's thinking. "Fine, if it is that secretive, I won't ask any more." Iruka ended the subject.
"Sasuke and I have been rivals forever..." Naruto started.
"I noticed. What about h-," Iruka began. Naruto interrupted him,
"But now, I think I might... even... like... him..." Naruto finished. Poor Iruka felt like someone had struck him with a kunai in the shoulder. His eyes widened... He looked as if he was somewhere else, somewhere, floating in space...
It was as if a lightning bolt struck him. His thoughts swam in the midst of his inner monologue. "What should I say to the boy? Should I tell him my feelings of his sensei? The silver-haired angel of a man... But I can't... I can't tell him that... He'd go crazy... But I have to think of something, or he might think I am 'scared' of him. It's normal to me, but Sasuke wouldn't understand, and neither would the rest of the world..." Iruka thought, tormented.
"It's completely normal, Naruto! You probably just feel a strong bond, not a liking. There's a difference. Do you like Sasuke as you do Sakura?" Iruka asked.
"You're right! Sorry I asked! Ha-ha! You are definitely right!" Naruto had his hand behind his head and he went back to his ramen and happily gobbled it up.
When he was finished, he thanked Iruka for talking to him. So he was no longer confused, and he convinced Iruka that he needed to go practice, because Iruka seemed to want to hang out with him more. Naruto walked off.
Sakura sat on a tree branch, lazily. She swung her legs through the air and falling petals. The perfume of the sakura tree was beautiful.
She was having the same problem Naruto was having, all she could think of was someone of the same sex, she had dubbed as her rival, Ino.
She tried to think about Sasuke. She even tried to imagine Sasuke naked, but that didn't even work. If she could only imagine anyone naked, she would have snapped out of it, but she was affixed to her younger days that her imagination showed before her.
Every innocent, sweet moment she and Ino shared, would play in her thoughts. She was so deep in thought, she wondered if she was sleeping or unconscious and she faintly worried about falling out of the tree, but her hypnotizing contemplations faded them away like a seducing poison.
She could barely think, but she thought, about what her mind was doing. Was it being insightful, was it prophetic, what meaning did it have? But those answers faded into the sakura aroma and her mind.
She had no control, she felt almost limp... Was Ino possessing her as a trick? But it kept slipping away like a tide, into the vast ocean.
Sasuke was punching a tree, slowly. He wondered why he wasn't attracted to anyone, and all he cared about was Itachi. But his mind would answer and snap, 'Forget about it, your purpose is to kill him, who cares about love, when there are more important things?' Sasuke agreed with himself, and punched the tree rapidly 20 times then he kicked it.
He began slowly again. He wondered for the first time, what would he do after killing Itachi. If that were his purpose would he then have to die afterwards? According to his voices, (?!?) that was his whole point. 'No! After you kill him, you'll be free to do whatever you wish, that is the point, to be free. To close the book! Now, practice!' the voice hissed back.
Sasuke began, then to question the point of life itself. He would love to sit and ponder THAT one. But the voice wouldn't let him. 'Who cares? People drive themselves crazy wondering that. PRACTICE!'
So Sasuke shrugged and started kicking the tree.
If you don't have a problem with the way I have Sasuke's thoughts, there is no need to read the paragraph below. .
Ok, Sasuke isn't schizophrenic, (a 'skitzo') He was just viewing all the angles of the situation, but I wrote it like he was crazy for fun... Who knows? Maybe Gaara gave him a voice or two because he has too many... (No offense to Gaara. He is actually God.) .
Kakashi was aimlessly walking around. He was wondering why Iruka always blushed at him. He just blushed back because he felt if he played along, Iruka wouldn't jump up and do something strange to him. Maybe Iruka has a funny skin condition. Like Rosacia or something, where you always appear to be blushing... Ah, well. Iruka would probably blush at a tree.