AN: YAY! Thank you so much for your reviews and support! (And the exclamations of love and marriage proposals and I guess the demands for updates. Believe me, the feeling's mutual.) Yes, I'm alive, and didn't update for SIX FUCKING WEEKS. I know dude, what the hell is wrong with me? I'll tell you.
SCHOOL: Is taking over my life and turning it into Hell. I swear. All my free time is being sucked away from my beloved fic writing time. ;-; And speaking of life…
LIFE: Dude, my life sucks right now. Seriously. Like, you wouldn't believe what's happening, and on most days, updating my fic(s) doesn't even cross my mind.
But I'm still sorry that I didn't find the time to update sooner, and that this AN is so long. Maybe I should make my chapters shorter and update more often?
Anyway, thank you so much Morena Evensong (for the thousandth time, and I'm terribly sorry for not having the time to read and review your fic), HatefulShinobi (for the suggestions), Christine (for the correction… 'cause it WAS a typo…), Carved Wolf of Emerald (just because I really liked that review), kiseki-girl (…what shounen-ai implications? I don't know what you're talking about! …Blatant lie), Yuume Li (congratulations on your nomination! …HOUSISTS UNITE!) and everyone else!
I also wanted to update before Naruto's birthday and my birthday. This is his early birthday present. He'll get another present (a very late present) in a later chapter that would feature his birthday. I've been fretting over this for awhile, and feel bad that I can't find the time to write him a one shot or something.
Sorry for the long wait and the FRIGGIN HUGE AN. Enjoy!
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The first thing on Naruto's class schedule had been Potions. This had left the little Leaf Nin nothing short of confused.
"Hey Sasuke... do they mean poisoning?" he asked cautiously, sticking the scroll in his friends face. The other boy snatched it away, annoyed, and scanned the paper that had been so conveniently translated into kanji via Ms. McGonagall-sensei.
"Huh... we have all the same classes," he said, adding a barely audible, but solidly sarcastic, "great" under his breath.
"It IS great!"
Sasuke sighed. Nothing got past Naruto, neh?
"Whatever, Naruto."
They were, currently, walking downwards. That was the only way the raven-haired shinobi could describe it. It was staircase after staircase of 'down,' with each floor that they penetrated becoming darker and more dismal. Sasuke and Naruto both wondered where the hell they were going.
Luckily, they caught up with Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who were going the same way. Most likely to the same class. Harry looked particularly tired, the shinobi noticed, and they shared a look before Naruto began to start a more one sided conversation with the four of them, only stopping in his frenzied speak when Hermione questioned them on his and Sasuke's mutual wetness. But Naruto was interrupted before he could answer.
"YOSH!"
Lee and Neji.
Lee, excited as ever, was a striking contrast with the ever silent and brooding Neji. They all exchanged greetings, and proceeded on with their downwards trek, where after a few minutes, they met up with Kiba, Shino, Chouji, and Ino. The small group of two had quickly accumulated into a large flock of eleven, all walking down the endless flights of stairs. Not only that, but they were beginning to get loud too.
"Naruto, you're dripping everywhere," stated Lee.
"It's 'cause me and Sasuke were in the Forbidden Forest."
"Ooo... and how was it? Neji and I explored the roofs."
"Me 'n Shino went around the castle halls. I gotta show you this weird mirror, Naruto!"
"Shikamaru and me went to the kitchens," chirped Chouji, patting his belly. "Who knew elves were so cooperative?"
"Ha! Figures you would find your way to the kitchens. You even dragged Shikamaru with you..."
Sasuke, who hadn't contributed to the conversation in anyway save for a grunt or two to an over excited Ino, noticed the wizarding trio's reactions to the confessions of the shinobi. It involved wide eyes and speechlessness. There was a lot of that going on lately.
"YOU were in the Forbidden Forest!" cried Ron, pointing at the small, whiskered blonde. It could have been an accusing question, or a statement. Sasuke didn't care much either way.
"Yeah! We were!" grinned Naruto. "Wanna go tomorrow? Maybe we can poke at Sac-man's body!"
"And you sneaked around the kitchens... and the roof?" gaped Hermione, "AND you exploited the house elves!"
"Exploited?"
Harry looked annoyed. Maybe if he got more sleep and exercise, and maybe ate more, he wouldn't look so... sickly.
"You can't just go roaming around the castle and the forest at night," scolded the bushy haired witch.
"And you CANT talk about it so loudly. NARUTO!" added her red headed friend.
All the shinobi, save for Sasuke and Neji and Shino of course, vocally disregarded the comment.
"I'm serious! There are rules against leaving the common room dormitories after dark! You know nothing of the wizarding world. You could get hurt, or killed. Or worst, expelled!" one guess at who said that.
Naruto scoffed at this in mocking sort of way and grinned his trademark grin. "Oh," he began, "You're one to talk, Bushy! We heard all about you guys! Sneaking around at night, breaking into chambers, rescuing God fathers, competing in tournaments... "
The girl looked taken aback, as did the two other wizards.
"Yeah!" piped up Kiba from somewhere in the back, "And technically, we're not students! We could have just been scouting the premises."
"Standard mission regulation," Neji stated nonchalantly, the first thing he had said upon arriving.
The three wizards indignantly gave up.
"Whatever, whatever. We're here anyways," grumbled Ron.
Both Sasuke and Naruto, and all the other shinobi by the looks of it, were slightly confused as to where 'here' was. 'Here' in fact, looked dark, dismal, and completely unfit for any sort of educational learning. Ino was the only one to voice the question lingering in the minds of her fellow Leaf Nin. Harry ignored it, flinging the ('Dungeon?' thought Sasuke) doors open, instead.
A dungeon indeed, Sasuke. A dungeon indeed.
The shinobi filed into the torture-chamber turned classroom whose tables were divided down the middle in front a long teacher's desk and chalk board. Naruto scoffed. He hadn't been in a real classroom since the day he was assigned a cell… and the first part of the Chuunin Exam didn't count. Besides, this room had NOTHING on that classroom, thought Naruto as memories of Ibiki assaulted him with a shutter.
Harry and Ron sat at a table on the left side of the room, Hermione pairing up with another girl from the Gryffindor House and sitting at another table behind them. Ino and Chouji followed them, along with Kiba and Shino. Neji and Lee, and Sasuke and Naruto sat on the opposite side, though, sitting at the two person tables.
As Naruto and Lee sat down, a boy behind them spoke up, saying something about Slytherin sides and idiots. He had an arrogant voice, lined with contempt. Sasuke remembered it. He turned around to face a familiar pale eyed platinum blonde sitting at the table behind him. His eyes narrowed as he replayed a memory.
The Uchiha prodigy had extracted, readied and positioned six kunai in his favorite throwing stance by the time the obnoxious blonde bastard could even form the mental image of flicking his stick. Sasuke smirked, reveling in smugness.
Until a curly white puff of smoke 'popped' behind him, materializing a hand on his shoulder. Sasuke sighed, and sarcastically wondered who that could possibly be.
"Sasuke, Naruto found Cell Ten. Don't waste your time here."
But the kunai didn't budge, reluctance and stubborn pride freezing them where they were held. Sasuke felt malicious red eyes pierce through his attacker. Oh yeah, he would kick his ass. It may not be now, it may not be tomorrow, but it would be soon.
And Sasuke had every intention of keeping that promise.
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Draco Malfoy hadn't slept well the night before. He was restless and had woken from fitful slumber more times than he could remember. He couldn't be sure, but it could have been the stress. Stress from his family and the family business. (Family meaning his father. Business meaning Voldemort.)
Also, there was the problem with foreigners. They were running around everywhere. First, he had met one in Diagon Alley. But met probably wasn't the best word for it. Encountered. Encountered would be better because 'met' sounded much too... he didn't know. Less fighty.
He blamed his out of character thoughts and vocabulary use on the author and lack of sleep. But mostly on the author.
The encounter with the foreigner was one he wouldn't soon forget. The boy had been some variety of Asian (not sure which one, since where ever they came from, they all looked the bloody SAME), and exceptionally fast. Draco blamed his miscalculation on the fact that he was going easy on the little bastard. He didn't think he'd be a threat; the boy had no wand, and thus, was helpless. At least, that's what Draco thought before he pulled out six steel daggers in the span of milliseconds after dodging a hex. Yes. Definitely not helpless.
Another thing he noticed, besides his speed and ethnicity of course, was his eyes. A striking red. He could have sworn they weren't that color before they started their little fight.
But now foreigners were invading his school. They were exchange students from, he was guessing, Asia. Not sure where, the crazy old Headmaster hadn't said, and frankly Draco hadn't cared. Probably some region that bred girls with pink hair. And after studying them briefly, he found them uninteresting, and ignored them completely, careful not to show any concern to the ones who had wormed their way into his house.
But not only that, a Gryffindor exchange student was sitting IN FRONT of him in Potions on the Slytherin side of the room. Unacceptable. There was only so much he could take.
"Hey! You can't sit here! This is the Slytherin side of the room, idiot."
They had both turned around, the dark haired one more sharply than the other. His eyes narrowed.
Draco doesn't entirely remember, but he thought he saw them flash red before a pain burst in his gut, pushing the air out of his lungs, another (vicious) impact sending him downwards, and his head hitting the back of something. Hard.
Then he saw nothing.
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Harry was ready to take back every sarcastic word said, every snide remark spoken, and every contemptuous thought that he had ever directed toward his ninja body guards when he had saw it.
Sasuke punching Malfoy straight in the gut, a kick in the chest, and sending the back of his head slamming into a table.
Bloody yes.
Everything.
A victorious grin split Harry's face in two. Beside him, Ron whistled, impressed. A few other Gryffindors gave outward signs of delight, the rest probably inwardly ecstatic. Oh yeah. He would relish this moment. He didn't know what Malfoy had said to the ninja pair earlier, but it must've been something heinous. Trust the bastard to make enemies with a trained assassin in less than ten seconds.
Harry didn't have much time to soak in the sight of a comatose Malfoy, or in the panicking Slytherins, though. Snape took that moment to enter the classroom, his nose as long and his robes as impossibly billowy as they had always been. Harry watched as his most hated teacher's eyes widened to the size of saucers, and his pale face redden in anger. He'd relish this too.
"What in Merlin's name happened here?" he seethed with a voice that was remarkably calm, despite his barefaced fury. He looked as if he was going to explode any second. But Sasuke didn't seem to notice. He didn't answer, instead turning his head slightly in an unconcerned way, forcing Snape to restate his question with more force and less patience.
"He fell," stated the raven haired shinobi. "Obviously."
"Well then, how did he fall?"
"I don't know," he lied smoothly, crossing his arms, and meeting Snape's glare with a cool one of his own, "I had nothing to do with it."
A few Slytherins rose in an uproar at the blatant lie, but were immediately silenced with a deadly look from the perpetrator, whose eyes had flashed red again. They were probably recalling that the dangerous boy did, in fact, know where they slept. Harry witnessed a wave of shudders pass through the group of Slytherins, and a few Gryffindors. Mostly Neville.
Snape narrowed his eyes but took no time to think on the behavior of his house, using it to order a student to fetch Madame Pomfrey, and swooping down upon the unconscious boy and checking for any life threatening injuries.
"Its hard to believe one could acquire a head injury this severe without assistance," snarled the professor after some inspection, just as Madame Pomfrey burst through the door, flustered and red faced before the agitated Sasuke could utter a retort. Malfoy was ushered through the door and out the dungeon afterwards, and Snape returned to the chalk board to start the first day's lesson, allowing the classroom to fall into temporary disorder.
"Twenty-five points from Gryffindor."
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Naruto didn't know what points were, so he couldn't participate in the collective shouts of outrage that the left side of the room produced. Whatever the points were for, it seems that Gryffindor just lost twenty-five. Naruto was disappointed.
"Neh neh! Sasuke! What are points for?"
"I don't know. Stop whispering in my ear."
"But I wanna play too!"
Naruto's loud confession seemed to have granted him some more deducted points, in which he cheered.
"Take THAT, Gryffindor!"
"Naruto! That's YOUR house!"
"...Dammit!"
The blonde shinobi could hear his raven haired companion sigh exasperatedly, and in the front of the classroom, his new professor probably popped a blood vessel. He allowed the class to settle down before speaking.
"Class," he began, "Don't think that this unfortunate accident," he paused, straining the word and look pointedly at Sasuke, "would get you out of your first potions class of the school year." He spun around to face the chalk board behind him, his robes sweeping dramatically. Naruto heard Kiba snort loudly somewhere in the back of the classroom. He didn't blame him; the billowing robes DID make the professor resemble a tall, greasy geisha.
...A tall, greasy, extremely unattractive geisha.
The tall, greasy, ugly geisha look-alike then tapped the chalk board, potion instructions immediately appearing on the smooth green stone. He tapped a cauldron on his desk, and it was suddenly filled to the brim with a thick, boiling, purple liquid.
"Can anyone tell me what this potion is?" asked the professor through a scowl. As if on cue, a certain bushy haired girl's hand shot up quicker than one would think possible for a non-shinobi. When it was evident that she wouldn't receive immediate acknowledgment, she began to wave it a little. Snape ignored her. A certain blonde genin found this highly amusing. And hint: It wasn't Ino.
After a few more moments of a classroom full of silence as his new teacher searched in vain for any other willing candidate, Naruto began to find the spastic Hermione fairly boring, and he eventually brought his wand up to balance unsuccessfully on the tips of his fidgety fingers. He was contemplating whether or not he should try balancing the wand on his nose when a shadow suddenly loomed over him.
Ooo... Ominous.
"You," snapped the shadow. "Can you tell me what this potion is?"
Sasuke eyes narrowed, Lee pumped his fists in anticipation, Kiba suppressed a fit of laughter, and Ino groaned inwardly as Naruto scrunched his eyes in concentration. Who was he talking to?
"Can't answer? What can you tell me then?" the professor sneered. Naruto was really confused by now. He knew nothing about the wizarding world, how could he name some weird purple mud?
"Uh... well..."
"Twenty five points from Gryffindor."
Naruto groaned, feeling the need to bang his head on the table multiple times.
And it was only fifteen minutes into first period.
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To sum things up, for the convenience of both Sasuke and the author, first period Potions involved many explosions (physical and verbal), swearing, spilling, semi-fatal injuries, failed attempts at potion making, exclamations of youth, new found hatred for certain greasy professors, mildly explicit nudity, and general havoc.
All in all, Sasuke had had better days. He thought this as he walked through the halls with the same group of people from that morning: All the shinobi in both the Gryffindor and Slytherin houses, and the usual trio of wizards-and-a-witch, except this time, they were walking upwards.
"Where are we going now, Harry?" asked Naruto. Both the blonde and Sasuke were walking towards the front, leading the mob of shinobi with the bespeckled boy and his friends.
"To Defense Against the Arts. It's an amazing class, you guys are gonna love it," replied Harry. Sasuke noticed how the boy's attitude changed since first period, and it wasn't a subtle change either. It was like comparing the personalities between Neji and Lee. That alone was nothing short of impossible.
"Really?" all but squealed Naruto (in Sasuke's ear, no less), "Defense Against the Dark Arts? We finally get to see some action!"
"Yeah, and its something we're good at," added Kiba.
"Oh please. This isn't the primitive muggle fighting you guys do," interrupted Ron, "This is the real thing, with wands and guts and strategy. No offense, but there's no way you could be good at it."
Eight pairs of ninja eyes narrowed, except for maybe Shino's, whose sun glasses made it difficult to tell. But before shuriken were thrown or chakra pores closed they arrived to a pair of doors after climbing one last flight of stairs.
"Here it is!" cried Ron enthusiastically, oblivious to the glares he was receiving behind his back. He anticipatedly grasped the handles and flung the doors open. What they had revealed left the large group silent in shock.
Then laughter.
Naruto, Kiba, and Chouji were choking on laughter, collapsing onto the ground. Naruto was clutching Sasuke's robes as he descended to the floor, futilely trying to keep himself from falling. Shino nor Ino allowed Kiba and Chouji to do the same, so they were forced to slide onto the floor unaided.
Lee, Neji, Sasuke, Shino and Ino didn't find the spacious, pink classroom adorned with frills and lace nearly as hilarious. In fact, they found it pathetic. Extremely so.
"I… cant… breath!"
"Shut up!" cried Ron, enthusiasm replaced by anger, "We're obviously in the wrong class room!"
"So… much… lace!"
Ron exploded into a frenzy of cursing and threats, but his rant was cut short with a ridiculous "hem hem."
The laughter died down when a short, squat, toad-like creature approached them from a teacher's desk from the far end of the classroom. It took some time for the shinobi to realize that it was a person, and from her appearance, she almost induced another fit of raucous laughter. She was dressed very much like the room, in pink robes, girlish pig tails, and a great lavender ribbon tied neatly on the top of her head. The style of her clothing did nothing to hide nor distract one from the fact that she was very much indeed, old. It actually had the opposite effect, and her age was accentuated.
"Now that I have your attention, may I ask that you sit down."
She said this in a sugary sweet voice, so much so that Sasuke could almost feel cavities forming in the back of his mouth. And although she "asked" them to take their seats, it wasn't a request.
The large group of people blocking the doorway dispersed, some still quivering with laughter, and moved to find seats at the two-person tables. Sasuke and Naruto sat behind Harry and a seething Ron this time, the other shinobi scattering about the room, unconsciously in a way that would be most advantageous if an attack should occur. As unlikely as that would seem.
The unlikeliness of attack reminded Sasuke that this mission was proving to be quite boring. He could think of many other missions he would rather be assigned to at the moment. Weeding, painting the Hokage office, exterminating renegade missing-nin…
His list was cut short (he had only gotten as far as number seventy-eight, which involved ferrets) when the last of the students filed in through the door, and the professor announced the start of class.
It seemed as if they would be having class with the Slytherins again, all the students from last period were present, with the exception of one blonde wizard. Sasuke smirked.
"Good morning class." she was greeted with silence. "My name is Professor Umbridge, and as you would know from my speech just last night," she was interrupted with murmurs of 'she said a speech?' and 'know what?', "That all defense courses held shall now contain only Ministry approved material."
Meaning?
"No physical demonstrations, practice, or direct defense techniques are to be taught."
This was met with a great uproar from enraged students. Except from the shinobi, who had no idea what she was talking about anyway. (Though Lee felt the need to participate in the shouting regardless.)
"Why?" demanded Harry loudly, "Why would you pull Dark Art Defense now when it's most important?"
The Professor's beady eyes narrowed at the boy's implied words, she knew what he was talking about.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Potter. Why would it be so crucial for you to learn Defense now? We're all perfectly safe, there's no need to know things that you will never need in the future."
"Not with the return of Voldemort!" His outburst had caused the wizarding students shivers and yelps, which greatly amused the shinobi. That one boy, Neville, had fallen out of his chair, and didn't get up afterwards. Sasuke suspected him unconscious.
"Mr. Potter, I have not the slightest clue of what compels you to shout such lies, but I must ask you to stop immediately."
"LIES?" he practically screamed at the top of his lungs, the room cringed. "I SAW him! Voldemort is back, and if we don't DO something, then we won't stand a chance!"
"Thirty points from Gryffindor," declared the Professor calmly.
"Ignoring the problem won't solve it, lady!"
"Mr. Potter, I must ask you to leave my classroom this instant."
This demand was met with loud, angry protest and it took the Professor many attempts and finally threats of expulsion until the livid teen finally left the room in a flurry of black robes and the slam of the door. Ron and Hermione had offered to leave with him, both as upset as him about the denial of the return of the Dark Lord, but he turned them down. After he left, the class was in general disorder, talking in hushed whispers about the events that had just taken place in the classroom, until Umbridge raised her hands and her voice to get their silence and attention.
"Quiet please! Now, before you get too excited about the new teaching methods, much in the same way Mr. Potter did just now, I have some bad news."
"What, did she consider the last bit good news?" scoffed Ron loudly.
"Because of the need to keep a 'good image', as Dumbledore had put it, among our new guests, the ministry has decided to change the course for their sake. Supposedly, they came to experience everything the ancient, prestigious wizarding community has to offer, and the new rules concerning your safety would be 'stifling' that experience. But I honestly don't see why we need to revert to such dangerous means of teaching the students just for a few… visitors." She spat the last word from her mouth as if it were a wad of bitter phlegm, this observation not escaping the shinobi in the least.
"Yeah, because book work is SO fulfilling…"
"Apparently, the Department of Outer Dimensional Relations wanted to avoid any speculation that may have followed the pulling of demonstration during Defense classes."
Sasuke could understand that much. The wizards didn't want to seem like they had intentionally pulled all physical demonstrations from their classes just as the shinobi were arriving. It would seem as if they were trying to hide the basis of their power from their guests, which was pretty much a slap in the face.
It was a smart move as far as Foreign Relations went, (the same situation was sometimes an issue back at Konohagakure), proving that the wizards either held some form of respect or fear for the ninja. But this also proved that the only wizards that knew of the shinobi's actual purpose in the wizarding world were the ones involved with the Order. If the Wizard Council, or who ever was in charge, (Sasuke neither knew nor cared), knew that the ninja were there only to aid in the war and look into the safety of a certain, delinquent wizard boy and his school, then they wouldn't have bothered making such an inconvenient change just to keep up appearances.
"Ano sa, ano sa, Sasuke!" whispered Naruto loudly in the other boys ear, choosing to use their native tongue for whatever he wanted to say.
"What?" he asked irritably, rubbing the offended ear.
"What the hell is she talking about?"
"Ask questions later, dobe."
"Kiss my ass, teme."
"You'll have to kill me first."
"Gladly!"
Knowing Sasuke and Naruto, it wouldn't take long for the little banter to escalate into a full out fight with Sasuke's even, taunting insults which had always possessed an uncanny ability to coax a punch from the short tempered blonde. Naruto was, for now, desperately trying to maintain his composure, but was failing miserably. And after a few more successfully degrading insults from the Uchiha boy, the younger boy finally snapped.
"FUCK YOU, TEME!" he raged in Japanese, standing up with so much force that his chair was thrown backwards, somehow smacking a very unsuspecting Lee in the forehead, and looking deliriously livid. Professor Umbridge stopped in her rant about the importance of Outer Dimensional Relationships to stare at the two boys incredulously, watching as Naruto raised a fist and made to lunge.
"Claudeo!"
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Naruto's eyes grew wide as he froze at the sound of the Professor's outburst. Literally.
Sasuke had just uttered a particularly vicious insult, something to do with the color orange symbolizing failure, and Naruto couldn't control himself. With a cry of outrage and a fling of his chair, he lunged at the other boy, ready to punch his smug little face in.
But he was stopped suddenly. The Professor had shouted a strange word and he found himself frozen in mid air and unable to move. He was left staring at Sasuke's face, which held a stunned expression. Or as stunned as he would let it appear, which wasn't very much.
"How dare you attack this innocent Slytherin boy? I will not tolerate muggle fighting in my classroom!"
If Naruto was able to movie his lips, he would have gladly asked her what was a muggle after telling her to fuck off. Instead he let an agitated growl rip through his throat.
After a few more moments of confined suspension, the Professor finally released him with a flick of her wand, allowing the blonde boy to fall on his face with a loud 'thud.'
"I expect to see you in for a week's detention, young man. Both you and Mr. Potter can keep each other company. You can also comfort yourself in the fact that you just lost your house twenty-five more points."
Naruto groaned as he got up from his position on the ground, retaking his seat (which had been delivered to him, courtesy of Lee) beside that smug little bastard Sasuke, who Naruto had kicked under the table as soon as he was given the chance.
And to the all the shinobi's dismay, it was only second period of the first day.
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Gaara had the strangest feeling that he was being put out, but wasn't too sure why. The cup had brought him and his siblings to a 'wizarding market,' and was receiving extremely irritating stares as they searched for a 'decimated stick selling shop.' Damn wizards and their vagueness.
He crossed his arms a little tighter and made his face take on a darker shade of 'nonchalant' as they entered a small, dusty store that slightly looked as if a giant, centuries old toad had crushed it.
Gaara watched in wicked amusement as the wiry man behind the counter looked upon the trio in utmost terror and dismay.
The red headed Sand Nin delighted himself in the fact that he now had a whole new continent to prove his existence.
He would make the most of this mission.
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Forbidden Forest Omake Part Two
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"Ooo! What are those?"
'Oh god. I KNOW Naruto isn't so stupid that he'd run up to touch something that could kill us again.'
"I wanna touch them!"
'Dammit, Naruto.'
The 'those' that Naruto was referring to looked like the stick bugs back at home, but slightly bigger and humanoid, resembling the stick men doodled in the margins of old notebooks and on his desk at the ninja academy. They clung to the tries in masses, swinging from the braches and poking their heads out from holes carved in the trunks. They looked innocent enough until Naruto approached one with an out stretched hand. A brave little stick man warily climbed into it, and the blonde was ecstatic. So much, that when he meant to fold his fingers delicately around the little creature he instead crushed it into little bits of wood, pieces of bark falling to the ground as he gasped in horror.
There was a stunned silence. Naruto stared. Sasuke stared. The stick men stared.
Then Sasuke ran.
And as soon as he fled the clearing, it was filled with the collective cries of outrage from the little creatures for their fallen comrade. They all lunged, and Naruto found himself covered in a thick blanket of the anguished stick monsters.
"UWAAH! SASUKE! THEY'RE KILLING ME!"
But the Uchiha, long out of ear shot, had already escaped.
And so marked Naruto's second attack in the Forbidden Forest.
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