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Kuroi-chan's disclaimer: The nickname 'Sagi-chan is copyrighted to Kuroi. Any other who uses it will be mocked, laughed at, and will ultimately suffer at the hands of her vengeful and depressing wrath. That, and she'll nag me into yelling at you.
Saaski-chan's disclaimer: The nickname Leeni is copyrighted to Saaski. Use it and die.
AN: You all caught me on a happy night. One, I'm happy because this chapter is up and that Neji is slowly becoming more perverted. Two, I'm happy because I had a good night at work, and three, I'm happy because tomorrow, I'm going to have a good day as well. So, I decided to share the joy and post this now instead of tomorrow morning/afternoon. Heh. BTW, thanks for all of your wonderful bird suggestions. I ended up using Nori-chan's suggestion of "pigeon." Thanks Nori!
Chapter 8
Summer, like all good things, comes to an end. However, unlike everything else, summer likes to end with a hearty bought of malicious laughter while it watches kids get ready for going back to school. School, the prison and torture center of all ages. Unless, you happen to be a teacher, because then you get to torture and imprison, not the other way around.
Ah, back to school. Back to the social circles that have right to kill you if you so much as wear the wrong color. Back to the meaningless relationships that don't usually last more than a week. Back to procrastinating and then failing tests and classes because of it.
"Yay! I love school!" A random passerby freshman shouted for all to hear and for no reason at all. To his credit, he really did mean those words. Seconds later, however, he was run down by a group of seniors who didn't love school. Not just any seniors, though. No, no. This particular freshman was run down by Sasuke and crew. And Sasuke and crew was quickly followed by a rather reluctant Naruto being dragged along by the combined efforts of Gaara, Shukaku and the crickets.
The poor freshman lay on the ground, twitching for a few minutes before springing up and rushing into the school with a happy smile. Being shunned by seniors wasn't going to stop his love for learning! No sir-e! "I've made friends already!" The boy shouted into the bustling hallway, not caring that he was then run over by Sasuke's fan club.
Che. Stupid freshman. They're always in the way.
Now, the author will move the story back to Naruto and Gaara, because honestly - nobody wants to read about a freshman. The latter of the two was unpacking his things into his locker, while the former was comparing their class schedules.
"Ne, Gaara," Naruto said a few minutes later. "Did you notice that ever since I got to this school we've been in all of the same classes? And that even though our last names are completely different that we have the same counselor? ...What is your last name, anyway?"
"..." Gaara replied, deciding that the question about his last name wasn't worthy of an answer. And the red haired Icon of Terror was not willing to admit that the two boys only had identical schedules because he had frightened the scheduling lady into making it so... for the past two and a half years. The red head then shut his locker door and began dragging his still reluctant friend down the hallway towards their first class, English, which was taught by a man named Enbui-sensei.
Enbui-sensei couldn't speak English himself, so the class was really just a waste of time. He just rambled at them in Japanese for a while, while the class attempted to stay awake.
Surprisingly, Gaara was the only one who failed at this task. His head thumped onto his extremely hard desk with a rather audible thump, a bit of drool dripping from his mouth. He was probably dreaming about Naruto again - the only thing that could reduce the red head to drooling.
Shukaku took this very opportune moment to jump into Gaara's body and take over his personality.
"Hey you stupid man!" Gaara suddenly shouted in that voice which was way too femmy to be his own - and in perfect English. Shukaku somehow managed to force the red head to stand up, even though he was still asleep, and did his best to point one finger at Enbui-sensei. "I am Shukaku no Tanuki! I am a part of this fanfiction! BWAHAHAHA!!!"
Dead silence.
Naruto laughed, somehow having understood it all, even though he didn't speak English either.
More silence.
Enbui-sensei fled from the room, for he probably feared Gaara more than anybody else at that point.
A lonely wind blew by, even though none of the classroom windows were open.
Naruto continued laughing.
Gaara woke up and sat back down in his seat, not noticing that sand was dripping off of his body and swirling around him. Shukaku waddled happily away, glad his message had gotten across.
And the school year started just like any other.
The school year for Iruka-sensei started off fairly well, considering he wasn't being stalked by crickets or being possessed by a raccoon. To tell the truth, the school year started off better than fairly well, because he was promoted to Head Counselor. Which came with a pay-raise and a new, better, bigger office.
An office with a view.
A view of the parking lot, and his recently repaired and suped-up car.
A view of his car, and the flock of pigeons circling it with predatory gleams in their beady little eyes.
A view of Iruka-sensei, standing on the hood of his newly suped-up car, holding a bow and a quiver of arrows, aiming up at the flock of circling pigeons, with a growing pile of impaled birds on the ground.
And a view of Iruka-sensei, running out of arrows, which triggered an all out attack of pigeons against both him and his car. His just repaired, newly suped-up car.
"This is war!" Iruka-sensei screamed, dragging his bruised, bloody and bird-doo covered self back into his new office. [An office with a view...] "I'll get more arrows! You'll see! I WON'T LOSE!!!"
A few minutes later, and the blinds of his window firmly shut, there came a knock on his door. Iruka-sensei, who had somehow managed to revert back to his previous bloodless, bird-poo-less, bruiseless self, shuffled a few papers importantly and called out a brief: "It's open."
He didn't look up as the door opened and in walked in Hatake Kakashi. The Kakashi that had helped train him for the Hundred Foots race during the summer. The Kakashi with whom he had shared a sappy shonen-ai moment or two with in chapter five. The Kakashi who had repaired and suped-up his car. The car that was being attacked by vengeful pigeons.
"Iru-chan!" Kakashi squeeled with a grin, though his grin was hidden behind a tastefully placed mask. The man pounced, pinning Iruka-sensei to his nice, new chair with a glomp that only met "acceptable" by the lowest of standards. Any other standards, and the glomp was positivly perverted.
Well, it was Kakashi, after all. Of course it could be seen as perverted.
"Kakashi," Iruka-sensei wheezed, his breath ripped rather savagely from his lungs in responce to the above mentioned perverted glomp. "I can't breath!" He flailed about for a moment or two, before realizing that flailing wasn't doing anything but using up the precious oxygen he had managed to retain in his lungs.
Kakashi, however, didn't seem prone to letting go of Iruka-sensei, so said sensei simply let his precious air go in a sigh and watched as hulicinations from lack of air danced across the walls. He passed out about three seconds later.
Naturally, at this point in the story, you can bet that the author is going to refer to herself and her story writing abilties. Like, how the next thing to happen is going to be a typical "wrong reaction" to the above sequence of glomping events. Once saying this, the reader [that being you] should come to the conclusion that somebody is going to enter Iruka-sensei's new and better office to see something that they will then misinterpret.
Anyway, let's get to it.
Neji stood outside the head counslors office door, his hand poised to knock. He had been standing frozen like that for about two minutes, ever since he had seen Gaara storming by [a trail of sand following in his wake] with Naruto chasing after him with a panicked expression on his face. Gathering his wits back, Neji turned back to the door and knocked twice before deciding he had given enough warning of his presence before opening the door.
What he saw, forced him to freeze longer than the Gaara/Naruto moment in the hallway, which wasn't really a Gaara/Naruto moment when you thought about it. It was just a moment that involved Gaara and Naruto. Anyway, this was deffinetly a moment.
Iruka-sensei lay on the floor of the office, his face slightly flushed, and a soft groan leaving his lips. Kakashi was straddling his hips and leaning down so that his chest was flush against Iruka-sensei's.
A trickle of blood exited Neji's nose.
He ended up needing to be sent for a blood transfusion at a local hospital about twenty minutes of uncomfortable silence later. Please note that this silence didn't involve crickets. Neji doesn't have a fan club of crickets.
And for some reason, rumors began to circulate about Iruka-sensei and Kakashi.
And, naturally, in addition to all of the above events, Neji began to have frequent nosebleeds. Especially if he were in a fifty foot radius of Iruka-sensei or Kakashi. However, the nosebleeds would start in a fifty meter radius for Sasuke.
It could be said that Neji is starting to turn into a pervert. Yes, it can be said.
AN: I'd probably be happier if I got some wonderful reviews.
Kuroi-chan's disclaimer: The nickname 'Sagi-chan is copyrighted to Kuroi. Any other who uses it will be mocked, laughed at, and will ultimately suffer at the hands of her vengeful and depressing wrath. That, and she'll nag me into yelling at you.
Saaski-chan's disclaimer: The nickname Leeni is copyrighted to Saaski. Use it and die.
AN: You all caught me on a happy night. One, I'm happy because this chapter is up and that Neji is slowly becoming more perverted. Two, I'm happy because I had a good night at work, and three, I'm happy because tomorrow, I'm going to have a good day as well. So, I decided to share the joy and post this now instead of tomorrow morning/afternoon. Heh. BTW, thanks for all of your wonderful bird suggestions. I ended up using Nori-chan's suggestion of "pigeon." Thanks Nori!
Chapter 8
Summer, like all good things, comes to an end. However, unlike everything else, summer likes to end with a hearty bought of malicious laughter while it watches kids get ready for going back to school. School, the prison and torture center of all ages. Unless, you happen to be a teacher, because then you get to torture and imprison, not the other way around.
Ah, back to school. Back to the social circles that have right to kill you if you so much as wear the wrong color. Back to the meaningless relationships that don't usually last more than a week. Back to procrastinating and then failing tests and classes because of it.
"Yay! I love school!" A random passerby freshman shouted for all to hear and for no reason at all. To his credit, he really did mean those words. Seconds later, however, he was run down by a group of seniors who didn't love school. Not just any seniors, though. No, no. This particular freshman was run down by Sasuke and crew. And Sasuke and crew was quickly followed by a rather reluctant Naruto being dragged along by the combined efforts of Gaara, Shukaku and the crickets.
The poor freshman lay on the ground, twitching for a few minutes before springing up and rushing into the school with a happy smile. Being shunned by seniors wasn't going to stop his love for learning! No sir-e! "I've made friends already!" The boy shouted into the bustling hallway, not caring that he was then run over by Sasuke's fan club.
Che. Stupid freshman. They're always in the way.
Now, the author will move the story back to Naruto and Gaara, because honestly - nobody wants to read about a freshman. The latter of the two was unpacking his things into his locker, while the former was comparing their class schedules.
"Ne, Gaara," Naruto said a few minutes later. "Did you notice that ever since I got to this school we've been in all of the same classes? And that even though our last names are completely different that we have the same counselor? ...What is your last name, anyway?"
"..." Gaara replied, deciding that the question about his last name wasn't worthy of an answer. And the red haired Icon of Terror was not willing to admit that the two boys only had identical schedules because he had frightened the scheduling lady into making it so... for the past two and a half years. The red head then shut his locker door and began dragging his still reluctant friend down the hallway towards their first class, English, which was taught by a man named Enbui-sensei.
Enbui-sensei couldn't speak English himself, so the class was really just a waste of time. He just rambled at them in Japanese for a while, while the class attempted to stay awake.
Surprisingly, Gaara was the only one who failed at this task. His head thumped onto his extremely hard desk with a rather audible thump, a bit of drool dripping from his mouth. He was probably dreaming about Naruto again - the only thing that could reduce the red head to drooling.
Shukaku took this very opportune moment to jump into Gaara's body and take over his personality.
"Hey you stupid man!" Gaara suddenly shouted in that voice which was way too femmy to be his own - and in perfect English. Shukaku somehow managed to force the red head to stand up, even though he was still asleep, and did his best to point one finger at Enbui-sensei. "I am Shukaku no Tanuki! I am a part of this fanfiction! BWAHAHAHA!!!"
Dead silence.
Naruto laughed, somehow having understood it all, even though he didn't speak English either.
More silence.
Enbui-sensei fled from the room, for he probably feared Gaara more than anybody else at that point.
A lonely wind blew by, even though none of the classroom windows were open.
Naruto continued laughing.
Gaara woke up and sat back down in his seat, not noticing that sand was dripping off of his body and swirling around him. Shukaku waddled happily away, glad his message had gotten across.
And the school year started just like any other.
The school year for Iruka-sensei started off fairly well, considering he wasn't being stalked by crickets or being possessed by a raccoon. To tell the truth, the school year started off better than fairly well, because he was promoted to Head Counselor. Which came with a pay-raise and a new, better, bigger office.
An office with a view.
A view of the parking lot, and his recently repaired and suped-up car.
A view of his car, and the flock of pigeons circling it with predatory gleams in their beady little eyes.
A view of Iruka-sensei, standing on the hood of his newly suped-up car, holding a bow and a quiver of arrows, aiming up at the flock of circling pigeons, with a growing pile of impaled birds on the ground.
And a view of Iruka-sensei, running out of arrows, which triggered an all out attack of pigeons against both him and his car. His just repaired, newly suped-up car.
"This is war!" Iruka-sensei screamed, dragging his bruised, bloody and bird-doo covered self back into his new office. [An office with a view...] "I'll get more arrows! You'll see! I WON'T LOSE!!!"
A few minutes later, and the blinds of his window firmly shut, there came a knock on his door. Iruka-sensei, who had somehow managed to revert back to his previous bloodless, bird-poo-less, bruiseless self, shuffled a few papers importantly and called out a brief: "It's open."
He didn't look up as the door opened and in walked in Hatake Kakashi. The Kakashi that had helped train him for the Hundred Foots race during the summer. The Kakashi with whom he had shared a sappy shonen-ai moment or two with in chapter five. The Kakashi who had repaired and suped-up his car. The car that was being attacked by vengeful pigeons.
"Iru-chan!" Kakashi squeeled with a grin, though his grin was hidden behind a tastefully placed mask. The man pounced, pinning Iruka-sensei to his nice, new chair with a glomp that only met "acceptable" by the lowest of standards. Any other standards, and the glomp was positivly perverted.
Well, it was Kakashi, after all. Of course it could be seen as perverted.
"Kakashi," Iruka-sensei wheezed, his breath ripped rather savagely from his lungs in responce to the above mentioned perverted glomp. "I can't breath!" He flailed about for a moment or two, before realizing that flailing wasn't doing anything but using up the precious oxygen he had managed to retain in his lungs.
Kakashi, however, didn't seem prone to letting go of Iruka-sensei, so said sensei simply let his precious air go in a sigh and watched as hulicinations from lack of air danced across the walls. He passed out about three seconds later.
Naturally, at this point in the story, you can bet that the author is going to refer to herself and her story writing abilties. Like, how the next thing to happen is going to be a typical "wrong reaction" to the above sequence of glomping events. Once saying this, the reader [that being you] should come to the conclusion that somebody is going to enter Iruka-sensei's new and better office to see something that they will then misinterpret.
Anyway, let's get to it.
Neji stood outside the head counslors office door, his hand poised to knock. He had been standing frozen like that for about two minutes, ever since he had seen Gaara storming by [a trail of sand following in his wake] with Naruto chasing after him with a panicked expression on his face. Gathering his wits back, Neji turned back to the door and knocked twice before deciding he had given enough warning of his presence before opening the door.
What he saw, forced him to freeze longer than the Gaara/Naruto moment in the hallway, which wasn't really a Gaara/Naruto moment when you thought about it. It was just a moment that involved Gaara and Naruto. Anyway, this was deffinetly a moment.
Iruka-sensei lay on the floor of the office, his face slightly flushed, and a soft groan leaving his lips. Kakashi was straddling his hips and leaning down so that his chest was flush against Iruka-sensei's.
A trickle of blood exited Neji's nose.
He ended up needing to be sent for a blood transfusion at a local hospital about twenty minutes of uncomfortable silence later. Please note that this silence didn't involve crickets. Neji doesn't have a fan club of crickets.
And for some reason, rumors began to circulate about Iruka-sensei and Kakashi.
And, naturally, in addition to all of the above events, Neji began to have frequent nosebleeds. Especially if he were in a fifty foot radius of Iruka-sensei or Kakashi. However, the nosebleeds would start in a fifty meter radius for Sasuke.
It could be said that Neji is starting to turn into a pervert. Yes, it can be said.
AN: I'd probably be happier if I got some wonderful reviews.