"Hi." = thoughts
"Hi." = talking
"Greetings." = Biju speaking
"Lightning Style: Lightning Bullet." = Jutsu
(-) = finishing to a new situation
Bye.
3-Years-Later:
Cruelly, he sauntered into the unforgivingly blurry deserts, as small particles of sand flew into his eyes. Blinking steadily, Itachi stepped forward, encompassing himself with obscurity.
The world snapped into indistinguishability. Itachi craned his skull upwards, facing the indiscernible heavens. Then, while observing the clouds, he whispered grimly. "Not good."
Clicking his fingers, Itachi calmed his breathing: thinning his features into near blankness. His coal slipped into crimson. Itachi's fingers hummed with chakra, as he disappeared.
The soundless clicks of his feet clanged silently on the terrain, with Itachi's irises whirling in inspection: He immediately crouched, dodging the swing of an ethereal glimmer.
"Been a while, Itachi, huh?!" An over-elated voice bellowed, their shape indistinctly scintillating. Unending eyes peered into existence itself with blitheness. "Let's speak!"
Itachi slanted his head; unnaturally composed eyes glared back, reality shuddered briefly before the Uchiha intoned amicably. "Kisame."
Kisame chortled throatily: His lips lifted in conceited humour, as he hefted Samehada behind his shoulder with a grin of impatience. "Enough with the hostility."
The air rumbled, brewing an almost endless warmth. Itachi sat on the cave's surface, sitting cross-legged, while Kisame rested atop a boulder, rubbing his blade's edge.
"Fire-Style is certainly useful, eh?" Kisame conversationally noticed, setting Samehada aside. His hands hovered near the heatedness, with his fingers intertwined. "You look bored."
Itachi heaved his skull up, staring towards Kisame with such maturity, it forced Kisame's grin to dampen in sourness. "Oh, starting this with seriousness?"
The Uchiha unfurled a scroll, sending it to Kisame airily. Eyes scintillating with interestedness, Kisame laughed: his bellow gravelly, as his pupils sprinted through the sentences.
Kisame's laughter hummed gutturally in the forlorn air. His tune one of untainted entertainment, and buoyancy, wiping his cheek, the Hoshigaki sighed. "He'd kill you instantly."
"Of course." Itachi countered back lamely with a simple shrug. "Yagura would not be named the Mizukage if he was an unskilled existence."
"Accurate." Kisame nonchalantly concurred, folding his arms, stamping a look of incuriosity onto his face. "Yagura is the one 3-Tail's picked. You stand a chance, but not much."
Unaffected, Itachi climbed up to his feet blankly, a flood of intent encompassed his presence. "I am merely a Shinobi of the Leaf. If desired, I shall fall."
"Ideals." Kisame's nose rasped mockingly, as he fiddled around with Samehada, shooting Itachi a non-humoured glance. "Disgusting concepts."
"To some." Itachi agreed swimmingly, inclining his skull towards the cave's entrance. "I shall leave now…This conversation was interesting." Then, his form shattered.
Kisame shook his head unworriedly. His teeth connected onto each-other: as if he was a callous monstrosity. "Itachi Uchiha. You are making his game fun."
(-)
Naruto leaned his body back, smoothly avoiding the torrents of kicks being blasted towards him. Inhaling, he blurred forward, crashing his fore-arm into Lee's stomach calmly.
Lee retaliated immediately. Altering his ruggedly dedicated stance, he grasped Naruto's hand, colliding it onto his knee, as Naruto hissed in annoyance beneath his breath.
"You are the one Sasuke calls a rival!" Lee passionately bellowed, settling his foot onto Naruto's cheek, shooting him into the grass. "Still, you are not worthy!"
"Fuck this." Naruto murmured complainingly, massaging his face in blithe: yet steely frustration. "I only wanted to buy some food. Not be challenged."
Rock-Lee grinned in deep elation, noticing Naruto's collapsed shape, lifting his hand up winningly, he cheered. "Naruto Uzumaki. Accept this defeat kindly!"
"The hell…" Naruto's features blanked: An unamused countenance blinked onto him briefly before dispersing. "Oh, what the heck!"
He bounced back up, rubbing his sapphire-eyes drowsily, as the morning clouds whirled in the upper distance. "Lee, leave me alone, please!"
"Never!" Lee pumped his hand higher into the air- His irises glistening in fulfilment of some form of dutifulness. "Sasuke shall not keep such a lazy rival of your skill!"
"Lazy?" Naruto blandly exhaled, slipping his hands into his pockets, as he lifted his head up with aridness. "I'm not too bad. Sasuke sleeps in most the time."
"Really?!" Lee's eyes flooded with courteous tears, while his fingers scratched at them ebulliently. "Then, I shall sleep in now!" He brought out a mattress, sinking into it comfortingly.
"Screw this."
(-)
Sasuke energetically stomped his feet on the carpets. He sprinted through the lanes of Konoha, racing towards the Academy, as he flew into the corridors.
He leaped above countless, faceless individuals, as he arrived, entering his classroom with an atmosphere of non-peace. "Morning to you, traumatising monsters!"
Iruka breathed deeply into his nose, scratching its bridge with yearly frustration. "Take your seat now." He, then, grumbled expectantly. "You're always late anyway."
Sasuke shrugged innocently, gesturing towards a resting Shikamaru, whose sleeping form shuddered, alarmingly fearful. "Eh! Mr. Crisps!"
Kiba clicked his teeth at the Uchiha, while Akamaru drowsed atop his head, growlingly, he mumbled. "You little, annoying bastard…"
Slanting his head inquisitively, Sasuke's eyes dampened in cheekiness, unbothered by the multiple glares being placed onto his path. "Why are you people this mad?"
"You set fire to my bedroom!" Kiba named bitingly, tapping his fingers onto his desk. "You threw Shikamaru into 20 rivers! And, you trapped Ino and Shino into the woods!"
"That was 10 years ago!" Sasuke argued back, with a stupidly untroubled grin, his posture becoming unnaturally comfy. "My lawyer protects me, completely!"
Shikamaru peeked up from the confines of his arms warily. His tone hoarse: prepared to escape. "The rivers…Too unwarm…"
"That's a word?" Sasuke hummed thoughtfully, settling into his chair with his hands behind his neck. Sighing softly, he drawled. "I was given permission."
Shino lowered his sun-glasses with careful wryness. "Permission to trap Ino and me into the woods with no supplies, for 10 hours?"
"Your names rhyme…" Sasuke blankly informed, certain this would be enough to appease their rumbling annoyance. "Shino and Ino- conquerors of the forests!"
"We stayed in bushes for those 10 hours…" Ino dryly reminded, looking towards Sasuke: as if he would click into craziness at any second. "10. Hours."
"And I needed to deal with him for years." An echo flew in the atmosphere amusedly, Naruto's nose choked, as he settled onto the window sill. "You, my class, are fortunate."
Kiba immediately pointed towards Sasuke, coiling up his fingers into the other, in preparation for a battle. "Naruto. Help me bury this monster into a storage scroll."
"That was 3 years ago." Sasuke lifted his eye-brows, expressively unimpressed. "Use a better trap. You shall never win, accept this!"
Naruto clicked his fingers loudly-, a clang of hissing lodged itself into the air. "Damn. They all hate you too." He mumbled; almost humoured.
"The class appreciates me greatly!" Sasuke grinned brightly, unwrapping his arms upwards. "You people would be lost, as, if I disappeared, you'd be doomed!"
"Lost near the woods…" Shino whispered forlornly, staring into the distance, shakily sighing. "No, inside the woods. Bushes. Growls."
Shikamaru languidly patted Shino's shuddering shape, looking up towards Sasuke, shivering. "You're a monster, Sasuke. Please, disappear."
Naruto hopped onto the platform, eyeing his classmates, conspicuously amused. "Still, you agree to his stupid-ass activities all the time."
"He's decent enough company."
"Eh, he can sometimes make it fun."
"I'm planning on eliminating him, soon…"
"Same." Naruto concurred swimmingly, disregarding Sasuke's alerted countenance with habitualness. "Now, Iruka. Can I leave the lesson?"
Iruka coughed softly. He gave Naruto a patiently bored look: as if this conversation played for numerous hours. "No, Naruto. Now, get onto your chair."
Sighing deeply, Naruto heaved himself onto one of the seats, settling his hand beneath his cheek indolently. "I promise to make a stampede of Shadow-Clones on your ass, later."
"Ignoring Naruto. Please, calm yourselves into a composed mentality." Iruka ordered, his arms folded. His students complied immediately. Smiling idly, he started. "Okay…"
(-)
Naruto regarded the droning tone of Iruka's lesson airily. Shutting his eyes, the Uzumaki's consciousness warped, instantly dispelling.
Shaping his mental, still physical form onto the seal, Naruto briefly scanned its appearance before looking skywards. "Ah, my non-existing bed."
He bounced into his pillows blithely, playing with the cushions under him- unbothered. "It's good I can relax for a while." Naruto murmured internally.
Snapping his fingers, a cup of water materialized into his grasp. Sipping it swimmingly, Naruto grinned into the stratosphere, appeased.
Wiping his lips unsteadily, Naruto's mind hummed with warmth. "Peace- and silence, nothing annoying, or anyone." Nodding to himself, he sighed comfortably.
(-)
Sasuke glanced back towards an unconscious Naruto: whose face carried a rather bland smile, quasi-asleep. The Uchiha craned his skull forward, facing the front of the class.
Iruka's explanation sailed into the children's ears cleanly, as some aridly listened, others ignored him, staring through the window incuriously.
Sasuke and Naruto, including their class-mates, were all settled into the ample of age of 10-11, only a single year until graduation was to be starting.
Behaving innocently, Sasuke forged another boat of hand-signs, snapping into the form of Orochimaru. Keeping an eye on Iruka, Sasuke, then, slid through the window in a blur.
"Learning Body-Flicker was the best decision I made!"
Sasuke –Who shall be called such in the Transformation of Orochimaru- creeped soundlessly back into the school, tip-toeing through the corridor, and knocking on his class door.
"Who is –…" Iruka paused instantly- his shape sinking into a courteous bow. "Lord Orochimaru, welcome." He looked up briefly, before lowering his skull immediately.
Swaying his arm as a dismissal, Sasuke's tongue grew; licking his lips gleefully. "Ah, little Iruka. I must speak with your students."
"Of course." Iruka stood up completely, with another diminutive, yet polite bow, he disappeared into the corner. "Be good, students!"
Sasuke strode with the elegance of a dedicatedly-composed murderer, peering into his class-mates' irises creepily. "Greetings, little ones…"
"I shall be speaking about the purpose of why Sasuke Uchiha is superior to your lowly asses."
The tone Sasuke used was hoarse, sadistically ebullient with its enunciation. Clicking his fingers, Sasuke's tongue extended into the air. "The story of Sasuke Uchiha started when-…"
(-)
2-Hours-Later:
"And that's why Naruto is a dumbass and deserves to die." Sasuke pleasantly clapped, alarming the students to be attentive. "Good-Bye. Little ones!"
Blurring out of existence, Sasuke dispelled his Transformation, flinging himself into his chair: the students were unaware completely.
Naruto's eyes blinked open, as his head snapped to the sides, alerting him of his situation. Exhaling dryly, the Uzumaki's shape shuddered up, properly.
Kiba: after hearing Sasuke's –as Orochimaru- deeply traumatic story, slid a Kunai into his hand, pointing it towards Naruto's face. "You…Terrible being…"
Ino and Shino trembled, extremely wary. Staring towards Naruto: as if he would start laughing exuberantly, becoming crazier than Sasuke himself, which was impossible.
Shikamaru prepared numerous Shurikens, while Choji grabbed a few crisps to hurl. The Nara drawled with his eyes expanded. "M-Monster."
Hinata –who was unarguably the only sane one- simply walked out of the class, gesturing to an approaching Iruka with a warning. "Wait a while."
(-)
Naruto rolled onto another stray desk, scarcely dodging the swipe of a Kunai, Kiba bellowed unintelligibly, shooting towards him with a growl.
"You shall never succeed!" Shikamaru languidly hefted a Shuriken at the Uzumaki: who blandly kicked it away. "Choji, now!"
Looking upwards, Naruto noticed a packet of crisps dropping near his skull, sighing in incredulity, he drifted to the side. "I wake up- and you're all throwing shit onto me, seriously?!"
Sasuke clambered onto the desk Naruto stood on top of, humming innocently into his mouth. "Need help?" The Uchiha grinned laughingly; mocking to a level.
Naruto slipped his hands into his pockets, leaning his shape back, as Kiba's Kunai flew in the air for a second. "This is your fault this is happening…?" He surmised aridly.
"Yo-da-leh-Yee-Hoo!" Kiba roared determinedly, racing towards Naruto, embedding a Shuriken onto his leg slightly. "I am the conqueror of-!"
The Uzumaki's shape shattered, as Naruto –real- blithely strolled into the classroom, a look of amusement settled onto his features, while Sasuke's irises expanded.
"Everyone- run!"
"Shadow-Clone-Army time, bitches, take this!"
(-)
Naruto breathed peacefully, sitting in his apartment's chair, a simple book resting on his hands, reading through, he smiled diminutively.
"Getting the Shadow-Clone technique was too good." Naruto relaxed deeply, recalling his clone creating a clone. Then, an army of duplicates: perfection. "Ah, silence."
The Uzumaki discerned Sasuke climbing into his bed-room, with a grin of elation. "Hah! Guess who copied your Shadow-Clones? This charming entity!"
"I'm guessing you can only create 3, as I can make 400. Meaning- it makes no difference." Naruto retorted challengingly, snapping his attention skywards. "Too bad."
"Well, not exactly." Sasuke's fingers clicked onto the other, as 5 clones blinked into existence. "Your guess was barely accurate!"
Naruto lowered his head, unimpressed by Sasuke's exuberance for the 5 clones, who all folded their arms with a smirk of cheekiness.
Connecting his own fingers, the Uzumaki balefully laughed, his chakra warping in preparation. "Wanna deal with another Shadow-Clone-Army now?"
"Okay. Okay. Sorry…"
"NARUTO- PLEASE!"
"NOT THE HAIR!"
"IRUKA-SENSEI, HELP!"
"OH, HE'S NOT AROUND…"
(-)
Kakuzu sipped a goblet of freshly-created tea, blowing a small amount of wind to lessen its warmth. "Oi, Obito." He rumbled out deeply.
Obito lazed atop a sofa, playing with a Kunai loosely. "Huh?" He blandly looked back, as Kakuzu chortled loudly, his tone humoured.
Slanting his skull, the air rippled. Obito stood up, a single Mangekyo glistening- forcing his form to warp into another dimension. The ripple, then, dispelled.
"Heh." Kakuzu nose rasped quietly. Then, he blew onto his tea softly, bathing in its taste and fragrance. "Hashirama, our generation failed. Shall this one succeed?"
(-)
Naruto and Sasuke stood inside Orochimaru's office, with laughter humming in the atmosphere throatily. "And you surrounded the school with Shadow-Clones instantly?"
Shrugging in confusion, Naruto nodded affirmatively. "Well…I suppose." He glanced back towards Kabuto: listlessly writing. "Why is the Hokage bothering with this?"
"Oh, little one." Orochimaru chortled blithely, tapping the edge of his desk with a clang. "You're not the only one with the Shadow-Clone technique."
"I'm still better." Naruto mumbled comfortingly, hanging his head high. "Now, can we leave? I got something to take care of- or something."
"Completing that boring book?" Sasuke guessed, expressively unexcited, stomping his feet softly. "Or, you wanna battle Gai-Sensei, and I, in the same second?!"
"I only wanted to leave." Naruto blankly revealed, slouching extremely, as his shoulders lowered considerably. "Eh, I'm escaping."
"I give you my permission."
"Sure, sure." Naruto's nose rasped mirthfully, as his legs susurrated with a low storage of chakra until he hurled himself out the window. "Bye!"
Sasuke tilted his head back towards Orochimaru, whose irises scanned his arm, where it was being painted by the brush. Deciding now was the time, he sighed casually.
"The heck happened to my arm, anyway?"
Laughing roughly, Orochimaru's lips thrummed with calculations, deducing the information to spill. "Well, you shall certainly need to learn."
Blinking unwittingly, Sasuke shrugged after a small second, bounding through the office door, his features glistening with mischievousness.
(-)
Naruto settled atop a balcony, massaging his chin in minuscule contemplation. Slumping his shoulders, he indolently looked skywards.
Sapphire eyed the clouds incuriously, as Naruto's shoes stamped softly on the railings- with a deep; almost unending breath, he blurred.
While Sasuke succeeded in gaining the usage of Body-Flicker, Naruto's concentration was placed onto chakra-control, utilizing the influx of his inner-energy.
Snapping his fingers, Naruto whirled into the air, bouncing onto fences, other balconies, and roof-tops, while his chakra empowered him greatly.
"Heh." Naruto grinned in appreciation, connecting onto a tree branch's side, his chakra sticking onto his heel swimmingly. "Damn, chakra-control is wicked…"
Perhaps Sasuke's high opinion of chakra was acceptable. Physical strength/speed enhancements. Sticking onto materials: chakra was certainly helpful.
Cracking his neck softly, Naruto glided onto a decently encompassed lane of Konoha, sauntering towards Ichiraku Ramen, for a bowl of noodles, as he desired.
Walking over to the shop, hands drifting into his pockets, the Uzumaki's eye-brows lifted up, discerning a loosely-hung sign: Shop. Under. Repairs.
Shaking his head in brief annoyance, Naruto hummed aridly, hopping along the path of Konoha, nearing the central-park, as he sat onto a bench.
Keeping his small thrumming up, Naruto placed a leg onto the other. Bringing out a Storage-Scroll, he unsealed a book. "History of Shinobi- Edition 1."
"Chapter 3- War of the Lost Fighters." Naruto leaned back onto the bench, acclimating himself comfortably. "Minato Namikaze successfully eliminated Ay's army."
"Still, the Raikage was not foolish enough to behave leisurely. Utilizing his electric-body, the Raikage created a crater of unmixed static- sealing away the Hokage's Kunai after."
The Uzumaki's eyes sprinted through each page, the incidents playing around in his inwardness. Naruto stood up, shutting the book with an almost soundless click.
"Another appreciator of literature."
Naruto sighed unappreciatively, glancing back at the Hatake: lazily slumped on the bench. Icha. Icha. Paradise. In his unbeatable grasp, the concealed libertine idly looked up.
He ignored Kakashi, strolling into the trail, engulfed by forlorn grass. Appearing in front of Naruto, Kakashi drawled habitually. "Quite discourteous, not bothering to speak."
"Last time I spoke with you. Well, you hurled me into the trees." Naruto's mouth choked noisily: While embarrassing, he perceived some humour in the decision. "What now?"
Kakashi rubbed his chin in mock-thoughtfulness: as if biking through countless ideas. "I need your help. Naruto Uzumaki. Slayer of the Bathroom-…"
"Sasuke's title."
"Eh, I got no clue then." Kakashi airily shrugged, blurring. And, then, leaning onto a tree-branch, fixing his mask sloppily. "Wanna battle, maybe?"
Naruto slanted his head inquisitively, surmising the benefits, lifting up a shoulder, he nodded in affirmation. "Nah." An amused smirk blossomed onto his features.
Kakashi blinked acceptingly, quasi-unaffected by Naruto's straight-forward denial of his offer. "Oh, well. Your loss." His book appeared, before the Hatake dissipated.
Glancing at the brightly shimmering skies, the Uzumaki connected his fingers for a scarce minute, forming a Shadow-Clone, who expectantly stood.
"Sorry to bother you now. But could you check out this place?" Naruto dug into his pockets, flinging a letter towards his duplicate, standing: easy-going. "Then, dispel after."
Sending his original a sardonic bow, the Shadow-Clone buried the letter into a side-bag, leaping into the air, blurring somewhere else.
"Challenge me once, Lee, that's okay. Still, beating me up for Sasuke's rival-ship, something I couldn't give a shit for, then you shall be doomed. Still, Shisui's a priority."
He was still rather frustrated by Rock-Lee forcing him to battle, when all Naruto wanted was some relaxation, with pillows- and blankets.
(-)
Itachi shot through the desert's terrain, disappearing into the minuscule particles of sand. Sighing in buried concentration, his sight distorted considerably.
The Uchiha's speed increased ten-fold, he escaped the mountainous surface, approaching the gates of Sunakagure, where the guards observed attentively.
"Stop." The guard lifted a hand, as Itachi paused, his speed lowering completely. "Purpose for entering?" He eyed the head-band in incuriosity, a bored tone playing on his lips.
"I was assigned to speak with the Kazekage immediately upon arrival." Itachi blankly looked back, with his unending coal peering into the guard's presence. "My identification."
Hurling a paper towards the guard, Itachi patiently watched him nod in comprehension. "Okay. To Lord Kazekage's office, no side-stops."
Soundlessly, Itachi's awareness of existence shattered. His shape blinked until he disappeared, the guard hummed in acceptance. "Damn, monsters." He mumbled bitterly.
(-)
Suigetsu slipped back, crouching as a beak propelled above his careful form, looking skywards, he grabbed his blade, aiming it at the beak wildly.
Then, a claw collided into the centre of his abdomen. The Hozuki flew into a boulder, cracking it deeply. Huffing in determination, Suigetsu wobbled.
His body growled in concentration, becoming small particles of liquid. The beak shot towards him, and blasted through his watery-in-constitution shape.
"Ow, Beaky." Suigetsu complainingly murmured, quivering onto his full stature, while he shaped back to normal. "You could warn me when you wanna battle."
Beaky grinned roughly, slamming his beak into the shattered boulder with high exuberance. "You must learn- my small pupil!"
"You're not that big either." Suigetsu's nose rasped mockingly. Leaping onto a ledge, the Hozuki smiled challengingly. "And, you're too slow."
Suigetsu's shape shattered.
(-)
Shisui's head snapped towards the clone of Naruto, who nonchalantly situated himself onto a branch, sighing quite aridly. "Guess original was accurate."
The Uchiha flickered beneath the branch, sending the clone a grin of habitual amicability, while brushing his hair. "Greetings, non-Naruto, need help?"
"Nah, original wanted me to dispel immediately after."
Connecting his fingers, the clone dissipated, as Shisui's eyes hummed curiously, uncertain of Naruto's intentions. Shrugging blithely, Shisui noticed the dropped paper.
(-)
Naruto's mind clicked in affirmation, his clone's memories honking inside him, his lips snapped upwards for a small second, lowering immediately after.
While his hands buried themselves into the pockets, the Uzumaki hopped on one foot skywards, his irises circling in the sector loosely.
Almost forcefully, the world cracked into emptiness, as Naruto's form collapsed into the centre of the lane, where Sasuke stood nearby.
Skidding towards the unconscious entity, Sasuke discerned Naruto: as his eye-brows raised curiously. "Eh, buddy. Are you okay?" Noiselessness moistened the atmosphere.
The Uchiha tapped his cheek in diminutive contemplation: lifting up his shoulders, Sasuke disappeared, blurring onto a roof-top. "I shall get some help!"
(-)
Naruto materialized onto the plane of existence. Instantly, he noticed the lack of pillows, or cushions in the Kyuubi's always comfy residence.
Kurama's stature loomed in the shape of an unidentifiable outline, a raspy, yet deadly whisper erupted from his amused lips. "The game starts…Now!"
A roar of uncontaminated strength bellowed into Naruto's ear, a susurration of monstrousness crashed onto his shape. "You were the monster yourself. Until you arrived!"
"Your presence alters all!"
The materialized body of Naruto distorted, dissipating into consciousness, as laughter thrummed in the echoing winds, amusement shuffling inside.
(-)
Deep, rumbling noises clambered in the air. His hollowly glistening irises stayed shut completely. Opening them, he leaned his body forward.
Gaara's outstretched hand twirled with sand around its edge, before hurling at the end of the quasi-perpetual corridor, a bellow of unmixed fear whirled into existence.
"Another one…" He mumbled with habitual impassivity, standing up from his chair. Clicking his fingers, the twirling sand dissipated. "Good."
Then, tilting his head, Gaara strolled through the path, his expression thinned into emptiness. "Always feel emotionlessness, always..."
He incuriously snapped his head towards a corner, where an outline relaxed onto an obstructed door- Mangekyo shuddering brightly.
"Madara." Gaara inclined his skull politely, keeping his natural guard up. "What brings you to my…cage?" He glanced back inquisitively, eyes scintillating aridly.
"Cage?" –Madara- amusedly laughed, staring into something Gaara was incapable of discerning. "Oh, this is quite superior to another cage…"
Then, a knife of formed sand sank into –Madara's- neck softly, the Uchiha unblinkingly stood: His lips coiled up in deep mirth. "Ah, they grow up too fast sometimes."
Gaara snapped his fingers, a sharp clang thrummed, as –Madara- unaffectedly blurred, appearing near another obstructed door. "The cage is simple enough to escape."
Suggestively, -Madara- knocked onto the non-openable door, while Gaara's sand reformed, shooting towards the outline callously. "Compose yourself Gaara, come now."
Silently, the sand stacked itself into numerous blades, rolling at the Uchiha, who leisurely watched them whizz through his stomach. Shrugging, -Madara- sighed unashamedly.
"Oh, what cruelness." He woefully echoed, an unserious sound in his tune, drooping, -Madara- laughed deeply. "I suppose you shall learn, soon."
Gaara blinked in passionless confusion, as -Madara- climbed to his full stature- the Mangekyo twinkling balefully, before the Uchiha dispersed into a writhing air.
(-)
Sasuke flipped onto a fence, observing the lane of leisurely-strolling existences, his 2-Tomoe-Sharingan scattered back into charcoal, as he slumped.
"Damn. Naruto's unconscious and I can't get any help." Sasuke mumbled blithely, lifting his irises upwards, the clouds shimmering into dissipation. "Oh, well. Too bad."
"And you decided to leave me collapsed?" Naruto guessed in expectant annoyance, while Sasuke smirked in intentional innocence. "You're a fucking dumb-ass."
"My intelligence surpasses yours, all the time!"
Naruto slanted his skull, escalated azure scintillating at the challenge. "Check your grades, then." His lips slid up, with Sasuke shaking his head in passionate refusal.
"Grades aren't significant for anything."
"True." Naruto swimmingly concurred, his features ethereally peaceful. "Still, the academy deduces your skills pretty well in the charting card."
"The heck?" Sasuke buried his eye-brows in uncertainty, glancing towards the Uzumaki, an expression of unsureness embedded onto his face. "Would a charting card be?"
"My one was mailed to me a while ago." Naruto slammed his hand into a pocket and hurled a paper at the Uchiha, who captured it confusedly. "Were you able to check your mail?"
"No." Sasuke's face distorted in incredulity, he counted on Itachi to check for letters, always. "Okay, the 4-Ranks. A- B- C- D, goes from highest to lowest too."
(-)
Naruto Uzumaki.
-Homeroom/Main Teacher's opinion: "He's sometimes attentive. Still, either languid, or astute, the kid's attitude depends on what's being learned."
-Intelligence: B
-Physical Ability: B
-Sociability: D
-Teamwork [Estimated from Sociability]: C
-Estimation: Higher than average.
(-)
"Oh." Sasuke nodded in comprehension, tossing the paper back to Naruto airily. "I'm guessing my estimations shall be all A- then!" He surmised in a bellow.
"Nah," Naruto's nose rasped in extreme mirth, shooting another paper towards Sasuke's shape keenly. "I stole yours, check it now."
(-)
Sasuke Uchiha.
-Homeroom/Main-Teacher opinion. "Sasuke is a childish one, his skills are not to be underrated but the kid can't apply them properly for his studies."
-Intelligence: B
-Physical Ability: A
-Sociability: A
-Teamwork [Estimated on Sociability]: A
Estimation: Sizably skilled.
(-)
"Hah!" Sasuke laughingly hummed, scrunching the paper into his bag, ebullience dancing in his expression. "My ones are higher!"
"That's the charting for personality. While physical ability was named. Well, it's going to be examined more thoroughly. Wait a while, okay?"
"Nah, I'm a superior entity!"
(-)
Suigetsu grasped Beaky's claw roughly the summoning honked in optimism as he flew above the cliff, a small smile settled onto the Hozuki's face, bellowing exuberantly.
"Damn!" Airily, Suigetsu gave a once-over to the restfully still skies, feeling a block of glacial wind on his cheek for a brief minute. "This is fun!"
Beaky honked in considerable agreeance, blasting towards the other bird-summonings, who squeaked noisily. Suigetsu's eyes concentrated onto the expanse of peace.
"Eh. Beaky. Could ya drop me onto the training-ledge, please?"
Nodding briefly, quasi-bothered, the summoning flung Suigetsu softly towards a ledge, the Hozuki unstrapped his blade, steadying onto it for safety.
The Hozuki started walking, until another bird flapped onto a higher ledge, staring imperiously, yet courteously at the smaller entity, as the bird –Claw- honked. "They call!"
Beaky immediately flew near Suigetsu, flapping in the air, inquisitively humming into his beak, before looking upwards. "The leader of the clan calls!"
Suigetsu's confusion increased greatly, as Beaky grabbed him, blasting towards a rippling entrance inside the cliff, the Hozuki sighed with blithe frustration.
(-)
Itachi collapsed into a gracious bow, facing the unrolled carpets of the Kazekage's haughty office. "Lord Kazekage. The Hokage desired-…"
"Silence." Rasa rumbled, a deadly composure filtered into his tone. Then, connecting his fingers, he lifted his eye-brows in superiority. "The 5-Kage-Summit nears."
"That's when we shall speak- it's to be expected."
"I understand." Itachi's patience grew by the gasping seconds, needing to deal with Sasuke helped. "This regards the problem of the-…"
"Guard!" Rasa's eyes snapped back to the sheets clambering onto his desk, a specific one gained his attention instantly. "Escort the Konoha-Shinobi, please."
Itachi sauntered through the door, a guard watchfully eyeing him, the Uchiha disappeared, as he placed his mask atop his face, and existence itself shattered.
(-)
-Madara's- shape warped into existence, as the ripple in the atmosphere dissipated instantly. Then, smacking his chin, -Madara- thrummed inside his mouth; his eye contemplative.
-Madara- disconnected his mask from his calloused features, as Obito sank onto a chair, speculatively humming, hanging his skull skywards.
"The one the 1-tails picked is quite depressing." Obito blithely decided with a simple shrug, placing one leg onto the other, smiling in deceased curiosity. "Oh, well…"
The ocean of coal scattered into a baleful crimson, shimmering languidly beneath the rugged ceiling, exhaling in decisiveness, Obito rumbled. "The child shall realize..."
"This existence is both aimful, yet meaningless."
(-)
Suigetsu sauntered out of the cave, a certain unendingness in his wary stride, each stomp of his feet trembling his perception. "Leave on my own."
The callers of the bird-summoning-clan: Or the leaders, haughtily decided the Hozuki would need to prove his strength, cunningness, and determination.
Spitting onto the calloused surface with shuddering impatience, Suigetsu gritted his teeth, conspicuously bothered. "Where the heck could I leave too, huh?"
Beaky merely disappeared, too nervous to gain the watchfulness of the callers to aid Suigetsu in his internal problems. "We were starting to get along properly."
He supposed if Beaky wasn't troubled enough by Suigetsu being forced to leave the cliff, then he could never be trustful towards the summoning, perhaps this was a realization.
Mangetsu's advice susurrated inside of his shaking form, as Suigetsu collapsed onto the ledge, feeling unsafe. "Trusting someone is not worth the problems."
"Only if both of you express trustfulness through actions, then trusting them is worth all the problems."
Suigetsu laughed bitterly, recalling Mangetsu's grave countenance, the habitual softness briefly obscured to escalate the seriousness of his advice.
Beaky never bothered to help him at all, which was disappointing, as Suigetsu grew fond of the summoning. Still, he understood: Beaky wasn't craving the leader's attention.
Hefting his blade upwards, shouldering it with ample silence, staring into the distance from the edge of the cliff, hearing a honk, the Hozuki glanced back curiously.
Claw flapped onto a rigged rock, carrying a bag of supplies, dropping it wordlessly, the summoning disappeared, flying into the clouds.
Brief confusion engulfed Suigetsu's features, as he picked the bag up, noticing a thick-ward of cash, and different types of fruits, and numerous, smaller knives inside.
The Hozuki snapped his head skywards, a grateful grin whirling onto his face before dissipating, shouldering the bag, he collapsed, dropping into the winds.
(-)
Kakuzu laughed throatily, a deep, rumbling echo thrumming from his opened lips, as a grey energy cascaded from the air. And Yagura bellowing noisily.
"Isobu. The chance is in your peripherals!"
(-)
While Naruto hurried.
(-)
Sadness.
A/N: Bye.
