-Well, this story is about what I think would happen if Obito, Kakashi, Rin, and Tsunade were actually born later in life–in Naruto's time, Naruto's age. Though I may be adding an OC.-
BY: Chima
This was just a dream I had (and it was all muddled up), so I hope it's not too bad! I'm going to expand on this chapter if I get enough (5 at the least amount) replies. Oh, and the name is from my all-time fave song, Unwritten! If you think about it, really hard, then you'll understand why it's called Unwritten. You know you got there if you brain is on fire/your head hurts.
Disclaimer:If I owned Naruto, pigs would fly.
Unwritten
Chapter 1:
A black-haired boy sprinted towards the training field in a blur, obviously late for something. He sped through the streets of Konoha, ignoring the shouts and yells coming from the civilians that he pushed out of his way. Soon, he was joined by another boy, traveling at the same speed, though this one had blond hair. Not a word was spoken between the two spiky-haired boys, though they seemed to be going in the same direction and were acquaintances–possibly friends. Once they got to their destination, which turned out to be a building they called the Academy, they began to slow down.
Once they stopped, right in front of the building, a gray haired boy lazily moved from under a tree and walked up to the two, saying the first words that had been spoken to them the whole morning.
"You're late, Obito, Naruto. You said you would be on time, even early, yesterday! Don't you know what time it is? What day it is?" The young boy asked icily, not showing much expression through the mask he wore, though it was obvious he was aggravated.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, Kakashi. We know, we know." The black-haired boy said, stressing the last word a bit.
"We just . . . were walking to school and an old lady stopped us and asked us to help her bring her back her purse, which a thief had stolen!" the blond boy added, looking at the black-haired as if to ask, was that a good excuse?, while waving his hands frantically.
"Naruto, Obito told you to make up a story didn't he," it was more of a statement than a question, but the blond boy, or Naruto, answered it anyways.
"N-no . . . why would you think that?"
"Because Obito used that same excuse last week. You must have overheard it and thought it was your own." The gray-haired know-it-all said, examining his hand guards.
Naruto froze and the black-haired boy, Obito, laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head, trying to look ashamed, though he was far from it. Naruto, he had noticed, had the tendency to think he had made things up, but he really had seen or heard it from someone before. Then, Obito thought of something once he looked around the schoolyard.
"So, Kakashi, if we're late, then what does that make you?" Obito smirked at his friend/rival in what appeared to be superiority, though it was somehow lacking.
"If you are insinuating that I am also late, then you are wrong." Obito's smirk faltered and slowly began to fade into nothingness, "I had permission to stay here and wait for you two." And with that, Kakashi led Naruto and Obito into the building and soon after into the classroom. "Gomen, Iruka-sensei. I didn't mean to interrupt your lesson so late." Kakashi said in a lazy voice. Iruka, a brown-haired man with a scar across his nose, looked their direction from his place in the center of the room. It appeared that he had been talking animatedly to the class because he was frozen in a position that practically screamed lunatic or madman.
Iruka nodded slowly as the wheels turned slowly in his head. He snapped.
"NARUTO! OBITO! THIS IS THE LAST STRAW! DO YOU HEAR ME? DO YOU? I DON'T THINK YOU DO! YOU'RE ALWAYS LATE! I DECIDE IF YOU PASS OR FAIL TODAY, SO DON'T BOTHER ME ANY FURTHER OR I'LL MAKE YOU FAIL!" Sadly, the man spoke the truth. He could randomly decide to pass or fail genin at his will, though if caught he would be demoted a full rank, which (evidently) would not be fun.
Obito and Naruto, who were half-sitting, half-standing over their seats at the time of his outburst (which had been delayed), fell the rest of the way to their seats, getting paler by the second. They looked at each other simultaneously and then banged their heads on the desk in front of them. This made everyone in the room laugh their heads off until it was testing time. For the test, they had been told, they were supposed to show him their Bunshin no Jutsu.
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Soon, it was down to Naruto, Obito, and a boy who looked like Obito named Sasuke to take the test.
"Uchiha Obito," Iruka-sensei said from a newly opened door. "Step in please."
Obito did as he was told, trying to hold back tears of dread. He did manage to hold the tears back, much to his pleasure.
"So, Obito, you may show me your Bunshin now," Iruka-sensei stated from his place next to Mizuki-sensei.
"Right," Obito said as he nodded and silently formed the hand seals for the Bunshin no Jutsu, also praying he would pass (to impress a certain kunoichi by the name of Rin) and still forming the correct amount of chakra for the basic technique. He knew he could do this. He'd done it thousands of times before!
"Bunshin no Jutsu!" He yelled and in a plume of smoke, there stood two perfect, fight ready clones on either side of him.
Iruka stood up and come up in front of Obito, holding out his hitai-ite, saying, "Congratulations, Obito, you pass," though he wasn't sounding very happy. It came out more of a sigh. Probably because he was thinking that he was getting older, or something.
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"Uchiha Sasuke," Iruka-sensei said, looking at the boy. Sasuke nodded and walked into the room, passing Obito in the process, giving him a dirty look. Obito, who had always worn some type of goggles, had replaced them and put the Konoha Leaf forehead protector (hitai-ite -sp?-) on his forehead (how creative, ne?).
Soon after (I mean soon), Sasuke came out wearing the same hitai-ite in the same place as Obito. Obito scowled and placed his goggles over his eyes before they looked too much alike.
"Uzumaki Naruto," Iruka-sensei said, beckoning Naruto into the room. Naruto followed, not caring much because everyone (everyone) had passed. Though, he was a bit worried; Bunshin no Jutsu was his worst ability.
"Go," Iruka-sensei stated simply as Naruto did the same as Obito and so many others before him.
But, when the smoke cleared, there was not only one bunshin next to Naruto; there was one sickly looking bunshin next to Naruto. It barely looked like him, too. This is bad, Naruto thought, panicking; I'll never become a genin at this rate!
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Well? How was it? I'm eager to know what you think! Feel free to correct!
-Chima-
