It's all About the Entrance- Episode 65
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Take 1:
Naruto looked around. "Hey, where's Sasuke?"
"The Dosu guy that's supposed to fight me isn't here either," Shikamaru shrugged with his usual nonchalance.
"Hey you two." The examiner's voice cut into their musings. "Stop walking around. Stand up straight and show your faces to the crowd."
Around them, the crowd continued cheering for the handful of genin gathered there. Naruto did a double take; he hadn't really realized that they'd been the objects of so many people's attention. Nor had he expected anyone to actually cheer for him once he was there. Having Kyuubi sealed inside himself, he'd thought...
Who cared what he'd thought before?! People were cheering for him now and that was all that mattered. Naruto smiled his trademark-idiot grin at the enthusiastic fans, basking in the glory of the moment, when...
Wham!
The crowd went silent from their raucous chanting.
The dark figure slowly, yet ever so confidently, strode out across the floor of the theater's basin, every step measured and collected. Not a single emotion could be seen across his face, not even the smirking arrogance that normally resided there.
Halfway across the stadium grounds, Sasuke tripped, falling flat on his face.
The crowd silently gasped in horror... ...then burst out laughing at the fallen Uchiha warrior. Even the ever stoic Gaara had broken his usual emotionless to face crack up at the now-dust- covered avenger.
"That's it; I'm teleporting in next time," Sasuke muttered angrily to himself as he stood and brushed the dirt off.
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Take 8:
The middle of the stadium exploded in a flash of wind and greenery. Naruto held an arm to shield his face from the flying debris. And when it settled...
"I knew we took the wrong portkey!" Hermione primly told the two flabbergasted wizards at her side.
Ron blushed. "How were we supposed to know one boot from the other? It's not like there's a sign that says: Take this portkey to get to the Quidditch Stadium! Besides, how come you didn't say anything about it earlier?"
Hermione faltered for a moment.
"I'm sure we'll get out of this somehow," Harry reasoned with the arguing couple. "Let's ask these people where we are and if they can help us find our way back." At their nods of agreement, Harry stepped forward to the nearest person staring flabbergasted at their group. "Excuse me," he politely asked the strangely dressed-all-in-orange blonde. "Where is this?"
Naruto blinked. Who in the world were these kids and what language were they speaking? He just stared, confused, at the slowly approaching boy.
Other people from the crowd weren't so confused in their feelings...or forgiving.
"You ruined the moment!" One "I Love Uchiha" sign-waving fan screamed at the intruders. "How dare you burst in before Sasuke-kun and break the serious mood we had going here?!?" More fans stood, yelling similar cries. Down in the stadium, the three young wizards looked fearfully up at a suddenly dangerous looking mob.
"Get them!" Terrified in the face of the fury of so many angry fangirls, Harry, Hermione, and Ron turned tail and ran for their lives.
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Take 18:
The match's presiding jounin looked down at his watch, letting the final seconds pass before slowly saying what the entire stadium dreaded hearing. "About the final match...time is up, so..."
An explosion of greenery and wind forced the jounin to pause in his words. The dust quickly settled, leaving a swirl of leaves dancing around the back- to-back figures of the very late Kakashi and his student. The jounin had to bite back a smile; figures they'd try to make some sort of grand entrance- it was only too bad that the Uchiha was picking up on some of his sensai's bad habits...
He stepped towards the pair. "Name?"
The genin turned to face him. "Bond. James Bond."
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Take 19:
The match's presiding jounin looked down at his watch, letting the final seconds pass before slowly saying what the entire stadium dreaded hearing. "About the final match...time is up, so..."
The middle of the stadium exploded in a flash of wind and greenery. Naruto held an arm to shield his face from the flying debris. And when it settled, it revealed the last two members of Team 7.
"Name?" The examiner looked towards the midnight haired boy.
Sasuke took a breath. "I'm...aww, kuso! What was my line?"
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Take 20:
The match's presiding jounin looked down at his watch, letting the final seconds pass before slowly saying what the entire stadium dreaded hearing. "About the final match...time is up, so..."
The middle of the stadium exploded in a flash of wind and greenery. Naruto held an arm to shield his face from the flying debris. And when it settled, it revealed the last two members of Team 7.
"Name?" The examiner looked towards the midnight haired boy.
Sasuke looked around blankly. "Kuso! I know this!"
Naruto growled under his breath as the director shouted, "CUT!"
Take 54:
The match's presiding jounin looked down at his watch, letting the final seconds pass before slowly saying what the entire stadium dreaded hearing. "About the final match...time is up, so..."
The middle of the stadium exploded in a flash of wind and greenery. Naruto held an arm to shield his face from the flying debris. And when it settled, it revealed the last two members of Team 7.
"Name?" The examiner looked towards Kakashi's student, who was strangely dressed in tight black leather and silver chains. Had there been a costume change?
Sasuke smiled over at Naruto with his 'I'm-so-sexy-smile'. "You can call me whatever you wanted," he purred, strutting over to the blonde's side and latching onto his arm. "As long as you call me..." he all but whispered into Naruto's ear.
Naruto returned the sexy look, halfway lidding his eyes to hide his not-as- innocent-as-before cobalt eyes. His own outfit had been magically transformed from the usual orange, woven jumpsuit to baggy cargoes and a skintight black wifebeater with an open red shirt blowing in the wind. "You know I always do," he growled back to Sasuke, lifting an eyebrow suggestively.
Up in the stands, everyone sat shocked at the sudden development. Lee, having finally gathered up the courage to shove someone else out of a seat to set his own still-recovering body down, wonderingly said aloud the few words that every fangirl had echoing in their mind. "When did someone claim Sasuke?"
[A/N: Does Sasuke have an 'I'm-so-sexy-smile'? Maybe when he grows up he'll get one...And does it bother no one else that Lee is forced to stand for the whole time he's there? The guy's injured! Is no one intelligent or compassionate enough to offer the poor guy a seat?]
Fin
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-gatogirl1: hope these made you laugh; not sure if these are up to par on funniness. What do you think? Thanks to all my reviewers! I luv you guys! Te quiero! Don't own Naruto. Yet. I'll wait until he's about 6 years older...or at least until his voice changes. Also...has anyone else noticed in ep. 81? Naruto is looking for his last Ramen coupon; he's down to his boxers, shaking out his clothes and such trying to find it. But the next time the scene flashes to him, he's all, "Oh yeah! I hid the coupon to keep from losing it!" But where did he hide the coupon? [Snickers...] Maybe it's only funny with 5 hours of sleep...but still...[snickers some more, evilly]