"Umm, Kikiru-San, are you ok?" Hinata asked her newfound friend. Instead of getting on her nerves, Kikiru was starting to worry her.
Instantly she snapped back to reality. Orange eyes blinked in the fierce morning sun as the children made failed attempts to muffle their sniggers.
"ok…. Can anyone tell me what this is used for?" Kikiru asked nicely, holding up a shuriken.
One of the bratty kids in the back stuck up his hand and yelled out without being called on. "Well no duh stupid, that's a shuriken. We ninjas use them during combat. Only an idiot wouldn't know that."
"Well, lets see if you know how to dodge one!" Kikiru shrieked as she threw the shuriken at the child.
He dodged it without even looking, a smug smile on his face. "Some ninja you are. Jeez, you're such a id-" he cut off with a muffled howl of pain as the now-flaming shuriken whizzed straight through his torso, bowels and blood cascaded down his front as he screamed in pain. Maniacal laughter sounded as the child died.
"Kikiru-san! Kikiru-San!" Hinata cried. "Are you sure you're alright?" she asked.
"Huh?" Kikiru asked in a daze, wearing a slight frown as the image disappeared. "Yeah. I'm fine. Just fine." She replied, plastering a fake smile on her face as she looked at all the children. The one kid backed away, the look that had been in her eyes a second ago made him feel uncomfortable.
- - -
"Gatsuuga!" Kiba yelled as Akamaru and him cut through the base of the final tree.
Several Naruto picked up the tree the instant the dust settled, and carried it downhill to where Lee, Gai, Neji, and Shino waited.
Neji then scanned the tree with his Byakugan for termites and the like. Shino then sent his Kikai in to exterminate and drag out the unwanted bugs.
Lee and Gai then 'youthfully' cut the branches off the tree with their 'manly muscles'.
"Yatta!" Naruto yelled joyfully, spreading his arms out and jumping into the sky.
"finally." Kiba said sighing as Akamaru barked happily.
"yosh Gai-Sensei! We have walked further down the path of youth!" Lee yelled happily.
A/N:
thoughts race past
how long can this last?
This writers block I have,
Its making me so sad.
The story won't come,
And I sit, dull and glum.
He-he! A poem by me, dedicated to writers block!
Well, I'll be gone for the next three days. Off to Catalina I go….leave reviews so I can read them when I get back….if, I get back… the ocean is a dangerous place…I could…drown!Zomg!11 eleventy-eleven!
Sorry, this was really short…