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To the lover's delight: we bring you: Naruto gets his ass kicked! That is after it is surgically reattached.
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Uzumaki Naruto walked to his favorite place in the entire universe: the ramen stand. Ichikaru or something like that it was called. It was now later on in the afternoon; the sun was shining, the people were frolicking, and he had just flamed LonelyNinja, a fanfictionist such as ourselves. The smell of miso ramen drifted through the still air.
"Mmmm! RAMEN!" Naruto squealed as he rushed the last of his steps towards the 'Holy Place of Ramen.' He jumped to an empty stool with great force. It sent him spinning around in circles, causing everything to blur. "One miso ramen!" He yelled at the stand-owner-guy-person as he continued to spin. The cook grunted and mixed up a big pot of noodles. The blonde continued to spin out of control, ranting on about how much he loved ramen. He was a yellow blob. Blode! (--inside joke)
The vessel left his computer in his apartment. It was best if he kept it there and only there. Tsunade, the nose-bleeding Hokage, gave the notebook to him to stop the jokes he continuously played. Yet it still did not stop him from calling her 'Old Hag.' Naruto was also offered all kinds of software to stimulate his mind. He got shinobi software, Unreal Tournament, and Photo Shop v.7. But there was more: out of good sport for any computer owner, Naruto recieved...the interent! This was where is flaming regime started.
"Hey, kid! Stop spinning! Your shaking the stand!" the owner of the ramen stand yelled as he shakily poured a bowl of warm, steamy, yummy ramen in to a syrofoam bowl. He grabbed a packet of chopsticks and placed them onto the rim of the dish. What an elegant matter of dining etiquette!
Naruto slowed to a stop, his eyes all dizzy. "YAY!" he laughed as he crazily swung for his chopsticks. The cook sighed. Naruto was overly hyper today. After a few minutes of shaking off the dizziness, Naruto gained composer and started to chow down, or slurp as it may have seemed, on his miso ramen. He sighed into heaven. Oh the joys of ramen. Mm, mm, mm, mm, mmmmm, slurppy!
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LonelyNinja was pissed. He sat in his mansion. Or atleast was 'his' part. He didnt really share it, but he kept spaces all for himself. Noone dared to enter them. The porch for example, was his little 'spot.' It was where he would get online and sing to the birds, who in return, formed an army for him. Go, pigeons!
"That bastard...." he muttered heavily. He closed his laptop, after deleting the flame, that stared at him as a Chippy to a walnut. Slowly, he rose from his wicker papoose chair and stretched. The day was passing him by. He still has ass to kick! The computer sunk into the cushiony cushions of the circular chair. "I'm out!" He yelled and did a shinobi-style jump into the trees. Noone called out to him for leaving. Heck, who would care?
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Naruto finished his ramen in a matter of two seconds and asked for more. His ocean-blue eyes glittered with happiness as a happy day flowed around him. Noone was making cracks about Kyubi; noone was lecturing him; no training; the simple life of a shinobi with a mini vacation. And it's only Tuesday!
We're just gonna speed this up for two hours...Naruto ordered about twenty bowls of ramen....
Naruto paid the cook as he failed to weasel his way out of paying himself and trying to charge it towards Iruka. He spun around his chair to have himself turned 90 degrees. What he saw was confusing and a bit frightening.
"Are you really RamenFoxybox?" A dark figure sneered as it stood right infront of him.
(A/N: I meant to type RamenFoxyboy but what the heck? Also, the timelapse was short so it went from night to day really quick...sorry!)
Naruto slowly nodded his whiskered head as he pondered over who it could be. One thing he noticed was whoever it was had piercing eyes. "Y-yeh....who are you?"
"Lonelyninja."
"OH SHIT!"
Lonelyninja lunged at Naruto, who still placed on the stool. The two collided and fell backwards, into the stand. The cook jumped out of the way as the one figure punched his most prized but hated customer over the head around a million times. "OW! OW! OW!" Naruto yelped, "Somebody help me! OW!" He tried to fight back, but no avail. The two were rolling in the small walkway viciously.
"YOU FLAMED ME! YOU FUCKING FLAMED ME!"
Naruto's eyes widened. He had met up with the author of 'My Story Has No Ending' and they appeared to be extremely unhappy.
"MERCY! HAVE MERCY, NEJI! MEEERRCCCCCYYYYYYYY!!!!" Uzumaki yelled fiercly as he managed to grab a handful of Neji's ponytail.
Haha, fooled you. Neji is LonelyNinja! HA! Unnoticed by all, expect for Hinata but she doesnt have the guts to tell anybody about it. Naruto might have a clue on what it is but we wouldn't be sure. Weasels. Yes, that's right, weasels. Neji has a fetish for weasels. His whole room, which is totally ignored, is wall to wall, to ceiling to floor, from bed to bathroom, inundated with weasels. Toys, books, games, bed sheets, tooth brushes...WEASELS! Neji only LOOKS normal!
The blonde's ass was kicked. Literally, right in the middle. Owie. His flaming regime got off on a bad start and he must pay for his wrong doings. He was grasping his butt and rolling around on his back with his feet in the air. "OWIE!" "DONT YOU EVER READ MY STORIES AGAIN!!" Neji screamed. He took a deep breath and recollected his composer. Then he smoothed out his frizzled hair and nodded to the ramen stand's owner, who appeared to be in shock. "Gomen..." he muttered in the old guy's direction and jumped over the counter. No more flames for him. Or is it...?
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Reviwer's Name: shyteddybear
Signed or Anonymous: Signed
Review: Your story is very sad, and crazy. Why would you want to die? That's just messed up. You do know they have pills and therapy for what your in. If you want to die so bad, commit suicide. You are whacked.
Reviwer's Name: anti-cat
Signed or Anonymous: Signed
Review: WHOA! What the fuck is wrong with you?! Go preach your insane thoughts somewhere else. Although...I did like the dead cat part...shut up!
Reviwer's Name: i hate you
Signed or Anonymous: Anonymous
Review: YOU ARE DEAD! U R SOOOOOO FRIKEN DEAD! GO CHOKE ON KISAME! YOUR SICK, ASSHOLE!
Uchiha Itachi glanced over his computer screen. He read his reviews slowly, memerizing every name that flamed him. Yes, he too was flamed. FLAME! His eye's narrowed as he came to a very strange name at the very bottom of his list of reviews. In fact, it was his very first review. How could this go unnoticed?
Reviwer's Name: yur bestest friend
Signed or Anonymous: Anonymous
Review: This just plain sux, lover boy. I hate to say but that is just low. Why dont you take therapy that that one guy offered. It was free. Oh yeah! Tonight your in for a surprise wink wink!!!!
That was just plain wrong to Itachi. His story: 'Why I'm Not Dead Yet' should have been famous by now. No, its a flame-a-thon. Itachi glared at his screen and chucked it over a shoulder. It fell down into a deep, deep ravine. It kept falling for about ten minutes until the weasel-man heard the satisfying clunk of death. He rose to his feet and looked off into the direction of Konoha. "You will pay, flamers...." he sneered as he waddled his way through the forest.
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Me: that chapter, i must admit, was short and craptastic
Jen: You'll live
Mizumi: Whats going to happen to Itachi and the flamers?
Me: dunno? Itachi he'l......anyways....I GOT U! U ALL THOUGHT IT WAS SASUKE!!!! MUWAHAA! 10/4!
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To the lover's delight: we bring you: Naruto gets his ass kicked! That is after it is surgically reattached.
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Uzumaki Naruto walked to his favorite place in the entire universe: the ramen stand. Ichikaru or something like that it was called. It was now later on in the afternoon; the sun was shining, the people were frolicking, and he had just flamed LonelyNinja, a fanfictionist such as ourselves. The smell of miso ramen drifted through the still air.
"Mmmm! RAMEN!" Naruto squealed as he rushed the last of his steps towards the 'Holy Place of Ramen.' He jumped to an empty stool with great force. It sent him spinning around in circles, causing everything to blur. "One miso ramen!" He yelled at the stand-owner-guy-person as he continued to spin. The cook grunted and mixed up a big pot of noodles. The blonde continued to spin out of control, ranting on about how much he loved ramen. He was a yellow blob. Blode! (--inside joke)
The vessel left his computer in his apartment. It was best if he kept it there and only there. Tsunade, the nose-bleeding Hokage, gave the notebook to him to stop the jokes he continuously played. Yet it still did not stop him from calling her 'Old Hag.' Naruto was also offered all kinds of software to stimulate his mind. He got shinobi software, Unreal Tournament, and Photo Shop v.7. But there was more: out of good sport for any computer owner, Naruto recieved...the interent! This was where is flaming regime started.
"Hey, kid! Stop spinning! Your shaking the stand!" the owner of the ramen stand yelled as he shakily poured a bowl of warm, steamy, yummy ramen in to a syrofoam bowl. He grabbed a packet of chopsticks and placed them onto the rim of the dish. What an elegant matter of dining etiquette!
Naruto slowed to a stop, his eyes all dizzy. "YAY!" he laughed as he crazily swung for his chopsticks. The cook sighed. Naruto was overly hyper today. After a few minutes of shaking off the dizziness, Naruto gained composer and started to chow down, or slurp as it may have seemed, on his miso ramen. He sighed into heaven. Oh the joys of ramen. Mm, mm, mm, mm, mmmmm, slurppy!
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LonelyNinja was pissed. He sat in his mansion. Or atleast was 'his' part. He didnt really share it, but he kept spaces all for himself. Noone dared to enter them. The porch for example, was his little 'spot.' It was where he would get online and sing to the birds, who in return, formed an army for him. Go, pigeons!
"That bastard...." he muttered heavily. He closed his laptop, after deleting the flame, that stared at him as a Chippy to a walnut. Slowly, he rose from his wicker papoose chair and stretched. The day was passing him by. He still has ass to kick! The computer sunk into the cushiony cushions of the circular chair. "I'm out!" He yelled and did a shinobi-style jump into the trees. Noone called out to him for leaving. Heck, who would care?
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Naruto finished his ramen in a matter of two seconds and asked for more. His ocean-blue eyes glittered with happiness as a happy day flowed around him. Noone was making cracks about Kyubi; noone was lecturing him; no training; the simple life of a shinobi with a mini vacation. And it's only Tuesday!
We're just gonna speed this up for two hours...Naruto ordered about twenty bowls of ramen....
Naruto paid the cook as he failed to weasel his way out of paying himself and trying to charge it towards Iruka. He spun around his chair to have himself turned 90 degrees. What he saw was confusing and a bit frightening.
"Are you really RamenFoxybox?" A dark figure sneered as it stood right infront of him.
(A/N: I meant to type RamenFoxyboy but what the heck? Also, the timelapse was short so it went from night to day really quick...sorry!)
Naruto slowly nodded his whiskered head as he pondered over who it could be. One thing he noticed was whoever it was had piercing eyes. "Y-yeh....who are you?"
"Lonelyninja."
"OH SHIT!"
Lonelyninja lunged at Naruto, who still placed on the stool. The two collided and fell backwards, into the stand. The cook jumped out of the way as the one figure punched his most prized but hated customer over the head around a million times. "OW! OW! OW!" Naruto yelped, "Somebody help me! OW!" He tried to fight back, but no avail. The two were rolling in the small walkway viciously.
"YOU FLAMED ME! YOU FUCKING FLAMED ME!"
Naruto's eyes widened. He had met up with the author of 'My Story Has No Ending' and they appeared to be extremely unhappy.
"MERCY! HAVE MERCY, NEJI! MEEERRCCCCCYYYYYYYY!!!!" Uzumaki yelled fiercly as he managed to grab a handful of Neji's ponytail.
Haha, fooled you. Neji is LonelyNinja! HA! Unnoticed by all, expect for Hinata but she doesnt have the guts to tell anybody about it. Naruto might have a clue on what it is but we wouldn't be sure. Weasels. Yes, that's right, weasels. Neji has a fetish for weasels. His whole room, which is totally ignored, is wall to wall, to ceiling to floor, from bed to bathroom, inundated with weasels. Toys, books, games, bed sheets, tooth brushes...WEASELS! Neji only LOOKS normal!
The blonde's ass was kicked. Literally, right in the middle. Owie. His flaming regime got off on a bad start and he must pay for his wrong doings. He was grasping his butt and rolling around on his back with his feet in the air. "OWIE!" "DONT YOU EVER READ MY STORIES AGAIN!!" Neji screamed. He took a deep breath and recollected his composer. Then he smoothed out his frizzled hair and nodded to the ramen stand's owner, who appeared to be in shock. "Gomen..." he muttered in the old guy's direction and jumped over the counter. No more flames for him. Or is it...?
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Reviwer's Name: shyteddybear
Signed or Anonymous: Signed
Review: Your story is very sad, and crazy. Why would you want to die? That's just messed up. You do know they have pills and therapy for what your in. If you want to die so bad, commit suicide. You are whacked.
Reviwer's Name: anti-cat
Signed or Anonymous: Signed
Review: WHOA! What the fuck is wrong with you?! Go preach your insane thoughts somewhere else. Although...I did like the dead cat part...shut up!
Reviwer's Name: i hate you
Signed or Anonymous: Anonymous
Review: YOU ARE DEAD! U R SOOOOOO FRIKEN DEAD! GO CHOKE ON KISAME! YOUR SICK, ASSHOLE!
Uchiha Itachi glanced over his computer screen. He read his reviews slowly, memerizing every name that flamed him. Yes, he too was flamed. FLAME! His eye's narrowed as he came to a very strange name at the very bottom of his list of reviews. In fact, it was his very first review. How could this go unnoticed?
Reviwer's Name: yur bestest friend
Signed or Anonymous: Anonymous
Review: This just plain sux, lover boy. I hate to say but that is just low. Why dont you take therapy that that one guy offered. It was free. Oh yeah! Tonight your in for a surprise wink wink!!!!
That was just plain wrong to Itachi. His story: 'Why I'm Not Dead Yet' should have been famous by now. No, its a flame-a-thon. Itachi glared at his screen and chucked it over a shoulder. It fell down into a deep, deep ravine. It kept falling for about ten minutes until the weasel-man heard the satisfying clunk of death. He rose to his feet and looked off into the direction of Konoha. "You will pay, flamers...." he sneered as he waddled his way through the forest.
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Me: that chapter, i must admit, was short and craptastic
Jen: You'll live
Mizumi: Whats going to happen to Itachi and the flamers?
Me: dunno? Itachi he'l......anyways....I GOT U! U ALL THOUGHT IT WAS SASUKE!!!! MUWAHAA! 10/4!