Author's Note: Thank you to all those who reviewed! I love you all::tear:: Er...not much else to say other than pay attention to the date of each chapter. Although it may seem like this story is moving sorta fast, it's not. I'm just...not motivated enough to talk about every day of the World War 2 in detail. I'm sorry.
Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine. But it will be. Christmas is coming up! My brother must've gotten at least a piece of Naruto for me...
Warning: This fic contains Yaoi/ BL/ boyxboy. Leave if you are not interested in such things. Good bye. For those who continue to read this, this fic is un-beta-ed. FastForward left on hiatus to study for her finals...(...so why am I still sitting here, typing this stuff, when I have finals as well?...the mysteries of life...)
Chapter 3: Inclusion
Tanforan Internment Camp, California
June 2, 1942
"WAKE UP CALL!! GET UP AND GET TO IT!!"
Three-dozen people groaned in protest, forcing themselves up from their comfortable bedding. It took a few tries to poke a sleep-deprived Kiba and Naruto awake but the entire sleeping quarter managed to fling itself back into its usual morning hustle. ("Help, Kiba! I don't know where I put my uniform!" "You're wearing it, stupid." "Help! I'm wearing my uniform…what?")
Tripping over each other, each soldier managed to make it to the cafeteria, where another cauldron of gruel was being stirred. Naruto could feel his stomach get that sick feeling again while Kiba held his throat and gagged from the strange odor smoking from the pot. Lee, feeling well rested as always, was first in line to get a healthy serving of breakfast oatmeal with something that looked like a glob of mustard on top. As thanks, an eager Lee dropped and gave fifty pushups before running off to eat with Lieutenant Gai.
"I'm sure oatmeal tastes great with mustard." Naruto commented optimistically, ready to be the second victim of breakfast food. He still couldn't really choke solid food down but he could try.
"That yellow stuff is supposed to be honey!" Someone shouted from the other side of the room.
Blushing at his mistake, Naruto stuck out his lip and marched frog style to grab his food from the witch stirring the magic poison. He watched with a dreadful feeling as blobs of degenerated oats plopped into the white bowl. In fact, he was so lost in his own depressing thoughts that he didn't hear the question he was being asked.
"Sir?"
Naruto's head snapped back. "Huh?"
"Do you want some honey?" The person stirring the oatmeal was actually a pretty girl donned in white cafeteria lady clothing. With a genuine smile, she held up the bottle as a visual.
"Oh! Yes, thank you." Embarrassed for the second time in five minutes, he stared down at his feet. She kinda seems like Sasuke's type! She's so happy all the time and Sasuke's never happy.
"It must be hard to wake up after a hard day of work! You soldiers have it tough." The girl's mint-green eyes held a sympathetic look as she poured the honey in a zigzag design across the top of the gruel. "I mean, you guys have to watch over the entire camp 24/7, find time to eat, and sleep. How do you ever find the time to relax?"
"That's what we get for joining the army!" Naruto replied cheerfully, graciously accepting the bowl from her hands. "You don't have it so great either. I mean, you're stirring that stuff and giving it to all of us."
"I have it better than most of the women in the camp though. They have to sew clothing and bandages and I'm no good at sitting still for hours with a piece of cloth on my lap. All I have to do is help cook." The girl smiled, twisting a lock of strawberry coloured hair around her finger and fidgeting slightly. "But I guess, the stuff we're given to cook isn't exactly gourmet. You ran out of here pretty quick that one day!"
Turning a deep shade of crimson, the blonde puffed up both cheeks in a pout and looked away. It wasn't his fault Gai and Lee scared the living hell out of him. The creepy way the food bubbled wasn't his fault either. He had good reason for running away! The girl began to giggle at how the soldier was beginning to represent a tomato.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you upset." The girl put down the large, metal spoon to hold out a hand. "I'm Haruno Sakura!"
Naruto smiled, taking her hand. This was more like it! Compared to the evil death glare Sasuke had given him yesterday, this was a nice change of pace. "I'm Uzumaki Naruto! Nice ta meetcha!"
Sakura looked confused.
"Ehh? Doesn't Uzumaki mean you're Japanese? How come you're not locked in here with the rest of us?!" She exclaimed, furrowing her eyebrows together. "Even if you're not fully Japanese, anyone who is over one eighteenth Japanese was taken as a threat to the country. I'm only a sixth Japanese!"
Pondering this, Naruto said the first thing that came to mind. "Well, I don't even look Japanese! I'm a natural blonde!" Fingering his golden hair, he chewed his lip and thought some more about it. "And technically, I am stuck here at Tanforan with you all so I'm kinda confined. Plus the government needs more soldiers for the war than they can get their hands on so if they kicked out all the Japanese soldiers, they'd be in big trouble. Well, what is there to say? War sucks."
Sakura nodded wholeheartedly in agreement. Before Naruto could continue their conversation, Kiba jumped between the two of them, an innocent look on his face.
"Who's the cute girl, Uzumaki? You haven't been keeping a secret sweetheart from us, have you?"
"What? No! I just met her!"
"Lookit how red you just turned! Liar." Wrapping his arm around Naruto's neck, Kiba grinned and gave a kicking Naruto the most painful noogie of his life while looking at Sakura. "I saw you here last night at dinner! What's yer name?"
"It's Sakura." She smiled hesitantly, glancing worriedly down at Naruto.
Kiba followed her gaze. "Don't worry about Uzumaki. He'll be fine. I always do this to him! See?" To prove his point, Naruto's poor head suffered some more.
"Excuse me but there's a whole line waiting behind you." Sakura pointed at the long, arduous line that had suddenly formed down the middle of the cafeteria. ("Woah…what a babe!" "You think she's already got a boyfriend?" "Obviously! Didn't you see the way Uzumaki was flirting with her?" "I wasn't flirting! Dammit!")
Grabbing his bowl, Naruto stomped away childishly. He passed by Rock Lee, whose theories on life had changed from a potent love for life to a potent love for Sakura. The blonde watched as pink hearts danced their way towards Sakura and almost pitied the girl, who had taken to dodging every single one while skillfully still serving the other thirty-four people. General Jiraiya had risen earlier than everyone else and was already sitting at one of the tables, waiting patiently for anyone who would join him.
"Good morning, Ero-sennin!!"
"Would you stop calling me that? It's giving me a bad reputation." Jiriaya frowned slightly but Naruto could tell that Naruto wasn't going to take the excuse.
"Ero-sennin describes you just fine. You use all your spare time to write those perverted little books. General seems like too much of a compliment, if you ask me." Still pissed off at Kiba and company from before, Naruto sat down heavily next to his white-maned elder.
"So who was that girl you were flirting with?" Looking over shoulder, Jiraiya glanced at the pink-haired girl, whose head just touched the floor to avoid a floating heart. "She's got some skills."
"I wasn't flirting with her!" Naruto slammed his hands down on the table. The oatmeal barely saved itself from tipping over but somehow managed to rebalance from the quake. With a nasty glare, the blonde stuck a spoonful of bland oatmeal into his mouth.
Jiraiya was still eyeing him teasingly.
"What?! Stop that! Your eyes are freaking me out!" Banging his hands on the table over and over again, Naruto wailed until he discovered something else to focus on. Topic of focus was now Kiba, who was missing from his usual spot at the table even though breakfast was nearly over. Staring over Jiraiya's cloud of white hair, he scanned the entire place until he found Kiba, shamelessly flirting with Sakura.
"So, you from around here?" Oatmeal now ignored, Kiba leaned against the edge of the giant pot to see her face better.
"I'm from Seattle. My family owned a coffee shoppe there and once I get out, I'm heading straight back to it!" Sakura happily chirped. As she stuck the giant spoon back into the gargantuan pot, she looked back up at Kiba. "So where are you from?"
"San Fran! Driving's best there! All those up hills and speeding down hills! Hell yea!" Kiba all but screamed.
"Hey, Hinata!" Shouting over her shoulder, Sakura got a small girl to emerge from the kitchen. "Aren't you from there?"
"From where?" The girl stopped a few meters away from them, timidly toying with her fingers. She had the strangest combination of indigo hair and white eyes. Kiba could feel the heat rising to his cheeks. She was so cute in that plaid apron (obviously brought from home since no other girl had one) and matching lavender outfit underneath.
Sakura laughed, tugging on Hinata's arm to pull her away from the wall she was hiding behind. "San Francisco, dummy! Where else have you lived?" Hinata turned a billion shades of scarlet from embarrassment, avoiding both Sakura and Kiba's gaze.
From where he was sitting, Naruto could only feel insanely jealous. Not only was his best friend ignoring him but he was also trying to hook up with two of the kitchen girls! That was despicable! It was not of orderly conduct! He turned to complain to Jiraiya, only to find the General chuckling behind his hands.
So much for following the rules.
"Although it's expected of a soldier to restrain his emotions, I can let it slide this time." Jiraiya pushed on Naruto's back in the direction of Sakura and Kiba. "Now, you can't let your best friend have your new girlfriend already. Go win her back!"
Slapping the hand away angrily, Naruto shouted: "Sakura's not my girlfriend!" He stomped away from the table, making sure to punch Kiba in the back as hard as he could on his way out.
Hinata saw the blonde and promptly turned her head away before she could pass out.
On the way to who-knows-where, Naruto felt something tugging on his pant leg. At first, he thought it was caught on a tree branch but then he realized there was no such thing as trees here. He looked down and saw a little girl pulling at clothing. When he caught her warm chocolate gaze, she laughed, holding her arms out to him.
"Nii-chan!"
"Huh?"
The blonde scratched his head in confusion, kneeling down on one knee to look at her face. Her long brown hair was combed back into pigtails on the top of her head. They swung from side to side as she wrapped her arms around his neck in a tight hug. Hesitantly, he stood up, hoisting her onto one of his arms and quietly listened to her mindless babbling.
"Where are your parents?" Naruto asked, looking around for any mother or father searching for a child. There didn't seem to be any. It was still early after all and no one besides the soldiers were really up.
"Ne, nii-chan? Chichiue? Okaa-san?" She waved her hands in a slashing motion, shaking her head. "They gone. Chichiue went bye bye, just like okaa-san. Green took them away."
"Green?" Naruto didn't get it.
"Green! Like this." The girl tugged at the collar of his jacket. Tears began to well up in her eyes and Naruto half-panicked at her sudden wail. "Green took nii-chan time ago! Will nii-chan go bye bye too?"
"Hey, it's okay! I'm sure your parents are fine! The government just probably wanted to look deeper into their records or something. They'll be back! Don't cry! It'll be alright! Don't cry!" That didn't help since she just started crying harder. The blonde clutched the girl tighter and hoped that no one would accuse him of child abuse. What to do? What to do? I don't know what to do!! Gah!
Between her hiccups and sobs, the brunette child wailed: "What about nii-chan? Is he going bye bye soon too?"
At that exact moment, Sakura had run out from the kitchen to see what the noise was all about. Naruto could only see her as his savior from the Heavens, complete with the white wings and halo etched above her neatly combed hair.
"A love child!?!"
Sakura had been followed by the one and only Kiba.
"Ehhh?!"
"Tenten!!" There was a squeal of joy from Sakura as she took the weight off of Naruto's arms. "I told you to stay inside and not go out! Look! You got your shoes all dirty and I just shined them! God…why don't you ever listen?"
"Don't wanna." Tenten stuck out her lip and crossed her arms. "Nii-chan here!"
Sakura looked at the blonde, shaking her head. "That's not your brother. Your brother's dead. He died on the battlefield. You remember, don't you?"
"Died?" Tenten stared wide-eyed at the pink-haired girl's comment as if she had never heard of her brother's death before. Translucent tears slipped down her cheeks.
Naruto winced. Way not to be blunt.
A giant jigsaw puzzle was laid out in front of Sasuke. He had stayed up all night trying to fix the photo he had ripped up yesterday. The moron had been right after all. He really was regretting what he'd done. Sasuke sighed, leaning back on his haunches and touched a piece of someone's eye. He couldn't tell if it was his or his older brother's.
That was the other thing Naruto had been right about. Despite his own persistent refusal to accept the truth, it was true. He really did look like Itachi.
So if I kill him, does that mean I'm killing myself? Sasuke sighed, rubbing his forehead with his hand, eying another piece of photo paper wearily. He was tired and his head was beginning to throb.
The frayed strap of his Rolex watch was beginning to chafe at his wrist, reminding him of the old scars that were hidden beneath the black. He sighed again, undoing the strap and carelessly letting it drop to the floor. What good was an expensive watch going to do him now anyways? The best thing that could come out of it was some desperate, former criminal guy jumping him for it and Sasuke knew for a fact that he didn't want to get jumped.
Besides, if someone wanted his watch, Sasuke would have no problem handing the one thousand dollar thing over.
Giving up on ever putting the old picture back together, he kicked back the top of the sleeping bag open. It had been doing nothing but sitting uselessly by the wall for the last twenty-four hours. Now it was being put to good use.
And by good use, Sasuke meant punching it and the floor around it until his knuckles bled.
"Fuck!"
"I'll kill you!"
"I hate it! I hate it! I hate it!"
"Hate what?"
The Uchiha's head snapped up. There, standing in his doorway, was no other than the blonde moron from yesterday. Blue eyes regarded the gray pieces on the floor for a moment before looking back at the conflicted man in front of him. Sasuke hated the expression Naruto had on his face. A look mixed with disdain and disappointment.
"I told you not to do that." Kicking the door shut behind him, the soldier walked over to ripped photo and shook his head. "If you kept it in just four pieces, we could've taped it back together."
"Shut up! It's none of your business. Who told you to barge in here in the first place!?" Sasuke roared, clenching his fists. He had to bite back on his teeth to keep from crying out as the splinters stuck between his knuckles took a stab at his nerves.
"Hey, you're bleeding."
Ignoring the question, Naruto rushed to the older boy's side in an attempt to look at the wound. Sasuke just angrily glared and jerked his hand away. Naruto jumped after it. Soon, he had the blonde hopping all over the place as he kept swinging his arm around so it wouldn't be caught. The steel look of determination was etched over Naruto's face as he lunged for the hand again and again.
"Stop being difficult! Lemme see it! It's not like I'm going to lop it off or something!!" Frustrated, Naruto took his last resort. He sat down in Sasuke's lap and forced his hand down by pounding on the shoulder's tender spot.
Sasuke hissed under his breath. "That's a dirty trick."
"Don't be a sore loser. This is for your own good! No one wants to run around with splinters this big stuck in their hand. Seriously, did you go take the wood, and pierce it through your skin or what? These are fucking huge!" Naruto jumped up, heading for the door. "I'm gonna go get the first aid kid. Don't run away while I'm gone!"
Sasuke just glared, secretly hoping that the blonde wouldn't return. He could pull these out by himself, for God's sake. He didn't need any sympathy, especially not from the army. His father had always told him that to become stronger, he needed to fix his own mistakes by himself.
A rubber ball rolled through the door Naruto had left open and stopped by Sasuke's foot. Jadedly, he glanced at it, then returned to tugging at the largest splinter.
"Hello? Mister?" A boy, dressed in nothing but khaki slacks, peered carefully from behind the door. "Did a ball roll in here by accident?"
Sasuke barely looked up, kicking the intruding object towards the cowering child. The rough edges of the splinter making his hand run red with blood and it hurt, dammit! Unfortunately, even great and powerful Uchihas weren't completely ignorant to pain. Hissing slightly, he glanced back up to see the kid still standing there, staring.
"What?" Sasuke spat.
"Ano……arigatou gozaimasu!" The boy quickly ran away.
"Arigatou gozaimasu! That's how you say it in Japanese, I think!"
Naruto hadn't run away from him.
Don't worry, from the way you act, he probably will sooner or later. his inner voice cackled evilly, bouncing from one side of his mind to the other.
Keep your stupid comments to yourself.
I'm saying you better polish up your communication skills.
Speak for yourself!
But I am! I'm you and you're me!!
I do not share a body with a fucker like yo--
"Sasuke! You stupid idiot! What sort of bastard goes around ripping a splinter that fucking huge outta his hand?? Did you swallow the wrong pills this morning or what???"
Sasuke only smirked in return. "What pills were there to take?"
"You idiot! I told you not to run away but that didn't mean spilling your blood all over the floor! Your clothes are going to be covered with blood stains and washing out stains is a bitch!" Naruto grabbed Sasuke's hand and wiped away the blood with an alcohol pad while continuously lecturing him.
"Even I'm not this stupid! And you call me a moron!"
"Be gentler. You're going to rub my skin off." Sasuke muttered, sucking in a breath at the pain.
"Augh! Why do I even bother with you?" The blonde angrily dug through the box for a pair of tweezers, coming up with a rather lethal looking thing with two metal antennae.
He's going to use that thing??
"Think of something happy!" Grinning widely, Naruto ordered Sasuke to do as he was told. The dark-haired man said nothing and merely racked his brain for some cheerful memory that wouldn't morph into a nightmare on contact.
Of course, Sasuke hadn't thought of anything happy. With every splinter Naruto pulled out, Sasuke would curse and try to jerk his hand away, demanding that the blonde mind his own business. By the time the splinters had made a nice pile on the floor next to the them, both boys were frustrated and wanted to knock the other one out cold. Sasuke could tell Naruto's aura was dangerously violent by the way he was strangling the wounded hand with tight bandages.
"Naruto?"
"What." It was more of a demand than a question.
"Nothing."
"If you don't have anything to say, then don't ask about it!"
Naruto whacked the back of Sasuke's head angrily as he threw the medical supplies back into the box. The Uchiha slapped him back on reflex. Spinning around, the blonde grabbed Sasuke by the shoulders and punched him across the face in return.
"Do you have a death wish, blondie?" The look stamped onto Sasuke's face was filled with hatred.
"Like to see you try, bastard! You couldn't beat me up in a million years!" To prove his point, Naruto sent Sasuke flying into the wall.
Quickly regaining his posture, the previously beaten leapt up from his position on the floor and lunged at Naruto, sending them both crashing to the floor. The two scuffled for a while, fighting to have the advantage on top. Naruto tasted blood in his mouth, cursing silently as he realized Sasuke had split his lip. Damn. Throwing a blind punch, the blonde hit his target dead-on, straight in the middle of the face. Sasuke slammed into the floor.
"Who's got the death wish now?" Naruto's breath came in harsh pants. He hadn't fought anyone like this for a while. Wiping the blood from his lip with the back of his hand, the blonde stared at Sasuke, unmoving on the floor.
He knew it was coming.
"You."
Sasuke knocked Naruto to the ground, straddling his chest and giving Naruto the worst knuckle sandwich he had ever received. His head suddenly felt like it was spinning around in circles and his eyes couldn't focus anymore. He couldn't see anything more than the blur of another fist heading straight for the other side of his face. Closing his fist around the nearest object his twitching fingers could grasp, Naruto crushed something right beneath Sasuke's right ear. It had to hurt like shit. The jugular vein ran right through there.
"Fuck! Are you trying to kill me?" Sasuke yelled, holding his neck and trying to sit up. He had fallen off in a weird position on his side, making it difficult get up without twisting something around.
"I'm just using self defense!"
"Excuses." Groaning, Sasuke sat up, still nursing his new injury.
"It's your fault! Not mine!" Naruto yelled, trying to bring his leg up in a kick. Sadly, he failed because Sasuke slapped his hip downwards and pulled his legs right out from under him. He sat down painfully on his ass so he was eye to eye with Sasuke. "What're you trying to do!?"
"Talk."
"About what? You make me feel like a broom got stuck up my ass and then tell me to talk!? Are you outta your damn mind!?" Naruto threw another punch that Sasuke easily blocked with the palm of his hand.
"Just talk. About anything." Sasuke eyed the blonde wearily, pushing the fist back to its owner.
Naruto thought for a while before letting his face light up. "There was this really cute girl in the mess hall! She was serving up all the food and she was really pretty! Her name's Sakura! I should bring her here sometime! She's your type, I think!"
"My type?" The Uchiha cocked an eyebrow. Really?
"Yea! She's pretty and she's really nice! Sakura will…complete you, in a way!" Naruto's fingers formed a square and focused, closing one eye and sticking out his tongue.
"Complete whom?"
"You! Who else?"
There was a minute of pregnant silence hanging in the air above them. Sasuke shifted slightly on the floor, returning to his photo puzzle, leaving Naruto wondering if he had said something wrong. Fiddling with his thumbs, the blonde bit his lip, glancing up at the other boy occasionally. He was waiting for him to explode suddenly, as Sasuke so often did.
Nothing happened.
Naruto's radio crackled and he unhooked it from his belt to hold it up to his ear. All the while, he kept his gaze on Sasuke's back, waiting for the dark-haired man to say something.
More crackling came from the technology before an audible voice was heard. "This is Kiba. Where are you? Your guard shift begins in two minutes."
"Be right there."
"If you're not, I'll guarantee that I'll steal Chouji's chips and blame the loss on you. Then you'll be fucked." Kiba warned, his voice coming out broken through the crappy connection. He was still pissed over the whole situation last night when the chip-devouring man wouldn't shut up long enough for him to fall asleep. "Over and out."
Sasuke didn't even notice when Naruto left. He was too busy acknowledging the fact the watch he had thrown onto the floor was the weapon that had been used to brutally attack his neck. And that wasn't all that had happened to the watch.
It had stopped ticking.
No one's going to jump me for a dead watch. Sasuke sighed, not knowing whether be upset or relieved over his cracked Rolex.
Naruto had left the door open again. Not bothering to get up and close it, Sasuke glanced outside to see if anything exciting what going on. There wasn't. His newly landscaped front yard was nothing more than tarred dirt and thick wire fences, complete with electric circuits no doubt.
"I hate this place." Sasuke muttered, glaring hard at the fence.
He absently wished that it would just disappear the next time he blinked. Moving so he was out of the light, he rooted around in his duffel bag for a plastic baggie. When he found one, he blew the dust out of it first before looking upon the photo, sighing and scooping the remains into the bag. Obsidian eyes regarded the dead watch on the floor for moment before dropping it in the bag with the photo. These were all things he couldn't fix. Sasuke wearily shoved it in with the rest of his belongings, leaving it to be forgotten.
Lifting his head to look at the sunlight streaming through the cracks in the ceiling, he let out a deep breath of air. His mind unintentionally flashed to a picture of the wired fence.
"I want to get out of here."
"Explain to me why I have to sit here for another two hours again." Kiba grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest and propping his feet up on the windowsill. Annoyed, Naruto pushed the muddy boots away from his face.
"Because it's what I want. And you don't have anything else to do anyways." the blonde replied.
"It's so boring!" the brunette continued to whine, running a hand through his messy hair. He hadn't gotten the chance to comb it this morning since his comb had mysteriously gone missing. Now the strands were knotted, tangled to the point when his fingers would get caught and wouldn't get loose until he ripped out a good chunk of hair from his scalp.
Naruto muttered something under his breath and scooted away from the stinky boots, which seemed to have some sort of attraction to his face.
"What was that? I didn't hear yooooooou." Cupping a hand around his ear, Kiba sang, leaning nearer to Naruto, who jabbed at his cheek with the butt of his gun in response.
Continuously poking his friend's face, Naruto hoped that the meaning of personal space would get across soon. Cupping his chin in one hand and staring at Kiba like he was the stupidest person on the face of the Earth, the blonde repeated his question. "I said, whose fault is that?"
"Oh." Kiba leaned back in his chair, moving his feet so his right foot was up against the wall. He pondered the question for a moment before slapping on a smart expression to counter Naruto's current state of gloomy boredom. "For one, it's the Japs but we're Japanese, so it's not that. It could be the military but we're in that too so that's out of the question. That kind of leaves only one option."
"Do I want to know?" Blue eyes considered Kiba suspiciously.
The dog-boy grinned. "You."
"Fuck you." came Naruto's immediate reply.
"That hurt. An arrow pierced right through my heart." Kiba pretended to swoon, slapping a hand to his forehead while falling so hard back on his chair that it tipped over and sent him tumbling to the floor. "Shit!"
Naruto lazily lifted his head to look at his pained friend. A small smile graced the boy's lips and he look like he was going to laugh for moment. Then his head promptly dropped back into the crook of his arm. Kiba muttered something about the chair being stupid under his breath, kicking the wooden object back upright. It groaned in protest as he angrily sat down on it again.
"Fuuuu…"
Blinking, Kiba glanced at the blonde, wondering if the noise was coming from him. It sounded awfully like crying. The brunette could only hope it wasn't. He wasn't good with comforting people in their times of tragedy.
"Fuuu…fuuu…fuuuuuuuuuu!"
"Naruto? Are you okay?" The worried boy had the heart to ask at least this. If Naruto wasn't okay, he'd just leave as quickly as possible. If Naruto was, then all would be fine.
"…stomach…hurts…"
"Huh? Your stomach hurts? Must've been the oatmeal this morning." Another realization dawned on Kiba and his face changed to a green colour. "If you're going to puke, please throw up out of the window. If I have to smell it for the rest of my time here, I'm going to kill myself."
Naruto lifted his head up and his face split into a trembling smile. He cracked up. "Oh my God! Kiba…you moron…oh my God…an arrow pierced right through my heart…what sort of stupid line is that…! And then tipping over in your chair, no less! Oh my God…this one's for the books!"
"It wasn't that funny." Kiba pouted, glaring hard at Naruto, as the blonde continued to roll with laughter, trying futilely to muffle his mirth with his hand.
"You're such a bitch sometimes, Naruto."
"…my stomach …did you get that from 'Romeo and Juliet', or what? You're classic……entertainment." Naruto was trying to talk through his uncontrollable laughter, clutching his ribs.
"It was actually from a comic book, thank you very much." Kiba huffed, turning his nose up in the air.
A sudden gunshot jolted them both from their seats.
Author's Note: A weak attempt of humour at the end. What can I say? It was two in the morning and I was...just about to give up on this story because no one seems to like it...but I didn't. Be proud of me...not for my humour, for my perserverance.
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