Title: Good Friend Chouji
Pairings: Shikamaru x (undecided), Gaara x Naruto, Haku x Zabuza, Kiba x Hinata, Neji x Tenten (more will be announced at a later date. Pairings will change.)
Warnings: child abuse, self mutilation, bullying, references to sex/sexual acts, homosexuality, underage drinking, and rape. And stupidity, but that's a given.
Author: Drinking Acid
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. If you hadn't figure it out until now, I seriously pity you.
"Alright, I'm officially dead," declared Haku, dropping down on his seat at the table, before slumping over onto Zabuza. The larger man blinked at the sophomore, face blank as a sheet of paper, before taking the boy's lunch and shifting through it for something he'd find appetizing.
It was second lunch and all of them were seated at their self-proclaimed table, snacking on whatever they could pass off as food. Or rather, everyone but Lee, Sai, Chouji and him were snacking on whatever they could pass off as food. Lee and Sai always brought lunches from home (damn smart of them, too; he could've sworn Naruto's Mystery Meat had moved), and Chouji had taken it upon himself to pack his own meal that morning. A dozen sandwiches, each one with a different combination of meat and dairy products, chips, apple slices, celery, cucumber slices, grapes, deviled eggs, cookies, and four different juices (grape, orange, apple, and cranberry). It was a miracle all of it had fit in his locker, though he had a sneaking suspicion that Asuma had something to do with it, since he was one of the few teachers with a mini refrigerator in his classroom. But that wasn't even the best part.
Chouji was sharing.
With him.
Naruto had loudly objected Chouji's blatant favoritism, of course, but once Chouji settled his patented Glare of Doom on the furious blonde, said blonde shut his mouth and ducked behind Gaara, who simply rolled his eyes (where had he seen that before?). Kiba and Kankuro were subjected to this "Glare of Doom" as well, when they pretended (well, Kiba was actually trying to) steal some of the freshman's food. Chouji's glare was primal, sending shivers down both of their spines; even Gaara had inched away at the look on his friend's face. No one messed with Chouji when it came to food. Nobody.
Surprisingly, Gaara had shown up in the middle of History class (even after Kakashi had arrived, which was saying something), that morning, sporting a glare and a scowl that told everyone, quite clearly, to leave him the hell alone. Even Naruto had left the red-head be when he'd been sent that look, fidgeting nervously all throughout Kakashi's lecture. It wasn't until sometime during their third hour that they "made up" and by the time he saw them again in P.E., Gaara was back to his snide, sarcastic old self. Not that this was a bad thing, but it certainly wasn't all that great for him, since they were playing dodge ball today and with him being so damn slow, it was all too easy to get him out. Which, again, wasn't a bad thing, but Gaara had one hell of an arm on him; he was sure he'd be nursing some nasty bruises tomorrow.
"If you were dead, you'd smell a lot worse," grumbled Naruto, still upset that he couldn't have some of Chouji's "fantastic, amazing, over the top, super-fantastical, lunch-from-the-Lunch-Gods" lunch.
"I smell?" yelped Haku, whipping his head around to stare wide-eyed at Naruto.
"No, you don't smell, Haku," reassured Zabuza flatly, munching away at the boy's sandwich. Haku scowled and snatched his sandwich back, taking a large bite out of it before smirking up at his boyfriend.
"That's mine," he stated smugly. While Haku and Zabuza battled valiantly over the poor PB&J, Kiba called everyone's attention to him with a bang of his fork against the tabletop. He actually looked serious, which was unexpectedly funny.
"Okay, so back to what I was saying earlier. It's been half a school day, and still nobody's seen this new kid?"
Shikamaru wanted very badly to take his deviled egg and stuff it down Kiba's throat right then. All day they'd all been talking about it, trying to figure out who it could be and whether they should toilet paper his house (Kiba's idea, obviously) or if they should try and make him feel welcome at Konoha High. Most of the discussion was centered around who this person was, which was an open debate so long as no one met him (he already knew who the kid was, but it was much more interesting to watch them all try and guess Itachi's "identity"). So far, the most popular guesses as to who their new schoolmate was, were:
1. A diplomat's son from Russia who's coming here to get away from the snow leopards,
2. A violinist from Switzerland who's tired of eating cheese and wants a hamburger for once in his life,
3. A space alien from Jupiter/Saturn/Mars/Uranus/etc. who wants to eat their brains,
or
4. Another Hyuuga.
It was safe to say that no one was even remotely close to actually answering the question correctly.
The only person (besides himself and Chouji) who wasn't partaking in the discussion was Sasuke, who had remained in a sour mood all day. When Naruto had challenged him to a doge ball contest in P.E., he'd gone all out to beat the pants of the blonde, throwing more balls than both teams put together and sending more people to the sidelines then mathematically possible. Like Gaara, Sasuke had one hell of an arm (mostly because he was on Konoha's baseball and basketball teams, but still) and so he also contributed to the many sores on his body that had previously only been given by Gaara (bunch of bullies, the lot of them). Although he couldn't figure out why Sasuke was so short-tempered, he could determine that it had something to do with Itachi, since whenever the topic of the new student was brought up (i.e., whenever Kiba opened his mouth), his scowl darkened and he tended to stab whatever was in front of him with whatever happened to be in his hand at the moment. Shikamaru seriously pitied the boy's lunch and spork.
"Well, from what Dei told me," said Kankuro, scarfing down Sai's twinky (uninvited, mind you), "He's a junior and a really, really smart junior, so the only people who even have a chance of seeing him are not sitting at this table."
"I'd take offense to that if it weren't true," Sai said smoothly, stealing back the remaining twinky.
"What's so great about him that you need to obsess over him for?" questioned Gaara irritably. Kiba, Lee, and Naruto all fixed shocked, wide eyes on the red-head (who simply glared back), each one displaying their own horrified face.
"WHY? Because he's going to get us to the nationals! Duh!"
This was exclaimed by all three of them in sync, accompanied by them leaping up to bang their hands against the table. Scowling (probably), Shino moved his tray away from Kiba's hands, taking care to not disturb the fly that had landed on his Mystery Meat. Said fly took a bite of the food before dropping dead, it's hind leg twitching slightly before stilling. What did the lunch ladies put in this stuff? Good God, it must be nasty. Thank God for Chouji and his lunch-making skills. Seriously, this meal was fantastic.
"That's all?" snapped Sasuke. His bad mood obviously hadn't cleared, and he wasn't trying to hide it, by any means. Naruto took it upon himself to answer. Quite loudly, as was his nature.
"YEAH! I mean, come on! We haven't been to the nationals, in, like, ever! Don't you want to get that trophy back?"
"No."
"Well fuck you, Sasuke-bastard!"
"Whatever, Dead Last."
"Why you—!"
Gaara jerked Naruto's collar, forcing him to sit back down as the boy leapt up to strangle the smirking Uchiha. The blonde struggled in his friend's hold, insisting loudly (could he do anything quietly?) that he "could take the bastard any day of the week!" Shikamaru really, really doubted that, but he wasn't much interested in trashing Naruto's fantasy world so early in the day. That could always wait for later, though it wouldn't do any good one way or another.
"Okay, so he's good at sports. That just means he's another kid to join the jock table," grumbled Gaara, still not looking all that pleased. He couldn't blame him, but Kiba certainly wasn't going to let his opinion go unsaid.
"Does that mean we're not going to toilet paper his house?" asked the dog boy glumly. Gaara glared.
"Shut up, Baka-inu."
"Gaara's got a point," said Haku, joining their conversation. Both he and Zabuza had peanut butter and jelly around their mouths with no sandwich in sight. By Haku's flushed cheeks, Shikamaru could guess as to what they'd been doing during the whole "new student" debate. "Since he's a jock, he wouldn't be interested in being our friend, and by default, we wouldn't go out of our way to talk to him when he starts sitting over with the rocks-for-brains club."
"Then why are we still talking about this? If the only thing he's good for is scoring a few dunk shots, then what's the use talking about him?" demanded Gaara, his scowl fixed in place.
"Well, what if he's not a stuck-up prick and he's actually fun to hang around with?" retorted Kiba.
"Trust me, he isn't," growled Sasuke. Naruto jumped up in excitement, bright blue eyes wide with interest.
"You mean you know who he is?"
"Tell us, tell us!"
"BE YOUTHFUL AND TELL US OF MY NEW TEAMMATE!"
Sasuke looked aggravated. Shikamaru doubted that he'd intended on letting that bit of information slip, but it was too late and now he had all eyes on him, curious and excited alike. Sighing and telling himself what an absolute fool he was, he spoke up.
"He's probably an Uchiha." The whole table had shifted its attention from Sasuke to Shikamaru, eager curiostity burning in their eyes at the thought of finally unveiling the mysterious new student. He felt like kicking himself. Why oh why did he have to open his goddamn mouth?
"Really? Why do you say that?" asked Kankuro inquisitively.
"Because he looks almost exactly like Sasuke."
The reaction was immediate. Sasuke looked horrified, his face twisting from a scowl to horror in two seconds flat. Haku blinked rapidly, leaning back in mild shock, as he stared blankly at Shikamaru. Kankuro, however, was the most affected by this statement.
"Itachi?" he cried, leaping up. The Sabaku's eyes were wide, his face paint cracking slightly in its attempt to accommodate the junior's expression. He could honestly say he'd never seen the kitty-eared boy so worked up before (except maybe at Tenten's party), and it almost blew him away with its intensity. Almost.
"You've met?" he asked, grabbing a sandwich slice from Chouji's meal and taking a small bite of it.
"Hell yeah we've met!" he retorted, leaning forward to stare him strait in the face. "We've been friends since God knows how long! I haven't seen him in a whole year and you didn't think to tell me?"
He swallowed quickly, narrowing his eyes at the older boy. "Hey, don't go blaming me, I didn't know you were friends. Besides, he interrupted my nap."
"You must not like him all that much, then," laughed Chouji, grinning playfully at him.
"He's not the highest up on my Tolerable People List, no," he admitted, taking another bite. It was probably imagined, but he could've sworn Sasuke looked a little pleased at that. Kankuro scowled.
"How can you not like Itachi? He's one of the greatest people in our generation! He—!"
"Yeah, one of," cut in Shikamaru before the older student could go on. "He may be good at sports and he may be smart, but so are a lot of people. What's so different about him?"
"He is a certified genius," answered Sai, blinking impassively. He couldn't help narrowing his eyes at the blank-faced boy, a prickling feeling crawling up his spine as the words sunk in. Chouji seemed uncertain, squinting his dark eyes as he swallowed handfuls of cookies at a time in rapid succession, glancing over at Shikamaru uneasily. Naruto looked between the two, confusion evident in his eyes (when is it not?).
"Whaddaya mean he's a genius?" he asked. The same question seemed to be shared between the bulk of them, he, Kankuro, Haku, and Zabuza being the only ones not at all befuddled. Haku huffed, sending a glare at Sai before answering.
"He means that Itachi's IQ is somewhere around 190-210. Technically, he's a genius."
"Holy shit!"
"THAT IS QUITE YOUTHFUL!"
"Is that even possible?"
"Good for him," sneered Gaara, crossing his arms, "but why should I care about that?"
"You've got to be kidding me!" cried Kankuro, looking for all intents and purposes flabbergasted. It was actually kind of funny. "Itachi is a school legend! I mean, he's the smartest kid ever to set foot on campus, he's the best athlete the school's ever seen, he's the most popular person ever and he's the only guy I know who's managed to practically run student council and win every sports game out there!"
"I'm flattered, Kanky, that you think so highly of me."
Everyone jumped, whirling around in random directions at the arrival of the new voice. Sasuke and Shikamaru, however, already knew who it was, and displayed varied signs of annoyance in response to said voice. Grudgingly he stuffed a few apple slices in his mouth, glaring over Shino's head at their newest arrival.
"Itachi!" exclaimed Kankuro for the second time, leaping out of his seat to bounce energetically in front of the smaller male. "I haven't seen you in forever! Why didn't you tell me you were coming back?"
"I wanted it to be a surprise," replied Itachi calmly, smiling at the flamboyant junior. He set down his tray between Kankuro's and Haku's lunch, though he didn't sit down himself. Swallowing, Shikamaru studied the older student, eyes narrowed in thought. Somehow, the Uchiha's face had become more humanized, more alive, when he smiled at Kankuro. How interesting. Not.
Kankuro didn't seem to like his friends answer, his voice rising as he opposed the boy's excuse. "You could've called!"
"But then it wouldn't have been a surprise, now would it?"
Itachi smirked up at him, the Sabaku babbling half-formed objections as to the other's lack of communication. Snapping his mouth closed and squinting accusingly at the Uchiha, Kankuro simply stared at the shorter boy, easily drawing everyone's attention. Then, without any warning whatsoever, he laughed and grabbed his friend up in a bear hug, swinging Itachi around like a doll.
"You're such a bastard, ya know that?" laughed Kankuro.
"Ah! Hey, put me down!" cried Itachi, though he was laughing too. Shikamaru snorted, tossing a grape into his mouth. Jeeze, they were acting like a bunch of kids. They might as well be at a playground in McDonalds for all the good their age did them. He sipped at his can of juice (apple, of course), eyes still narrowed. Bunch of troublesome ninnies.
"You're Itachi?" asked Kiba wide-eyed. The dog boy was oddly quiet, his gaze fixed on the older Uchiha as if, should he blink, he'd disappear.
"Guilty as charged."
There was a pause where Itachi smiled kindly down at Kiba, who blinked stupidly back. Then, amongst the clatter of the lunch room, Kiba pointed accusingly up at the Uchiha, barking out in surprise.
"You're tiny!"
Haku, Naruto, and Kankuro all burst out laughing, tears forming at the corners of their eyes at Kiba's "accusation". Itachi looked mildly offended, though he didn't actually say anything about it, and from where he was seated, Shikamaru could tell that Sasuke found Kiba's comment highly amusing. He himself chuckled slightly, swallowing some cucumber slices before popping a few chips in his mouth. As long as he left three-fourths of the food for Chouji, he could eat anything he wanted. Why waste that option?
"I'm taller than you," replied Itachi cooly. Kiba's face reddened, as if realizing what was being said, and jumped up to face Itachi head on.
"I am NOT short!"
"Uh, yeah, you are," gasped Haku between laughs.
"Am not!"
"Are too!" retorted Naruto, getting up from his seat as well.
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am NOT!"
"Are TOO!"
"AM NOT!"
"ARE TOO!"
"AM N—!"
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" roared Haku, his face flushed red. Kiba and Naruto froze, shrinking away from the steaming freshman like kicked dogs. The din of the cafeteria evaporated, leaving a thin silence in the air of the room; all eyes were drawn to their table like magnets on a refrigerator, some going so far as to stand on their tables to see what was going on. Haku was glaring at the pair of them, his eyes burning like freshly lit embers, easily scaring the shit out of anyone within view of them. Then, as if nothing had happened, the lunch room returned to it's chaotic state, voices carrying loudly in the echoing room. Kankuro laughed, pulling him and Itachi onto the bench to finish their lunch.
"Whoa, Haku! You got one hell of a voice box there!"
The sophomore sent him a glare (not nearly as powerful as his last one), before sitting himself down next to Zabuza and taking an authoritive bite out of his celery stick. Shikamaru had to stifle the urge to laugh.
"If I didn't stop them, they would've just kept fighting until they suffocated themselves."
"Wait, you can do that?" asked Kiba with wonder. Shino cuffed him on the back of the head.
"No, Kiba."
"Hey, you can't hit me!"
"He just did, dummy," jibed Naruto playfully. Kiba stuck his tongue out at him.
"Shut it, blondie!"
"Make me dog-boy!"
"Watch me, whisker-face!"
"Shut up, Baka-inu," snapped Gaara, effectively ending the dispute. Neither party seemed very appreciative of that. Shikamaru rolled his eyes, slouching forward on his elbows and taking a sip of his juice. Itachi blinked over at him, his face as expressive as Sasori's.
"Shikamaru Nara, right? From third hour?" questioned the Uchiha,. Kankuro gave his friend a surprised look, darting his eyes between him and Itachi in question. The others didn't seem to notice, but Sasuke had, and he was listening intently for his response.
"You have a class with Itachi?" asked Kankuro incredulously. He thought quickly, compiling a believable lie in less than a heartbeat.
"I'm a teachers aid third hour. We were introduced."
Kankuro smiled slightly, chuckling a bit as he adjusted his hat. "Oh, okay. For a minute there, I actually thought you had an AP class with Itachi!"
Naruto suddenly came into the conversation, laughing humorously at what Kankuro had said. "No way! Shikamaru's too lazy to be in any advanced classes! He'd fall asleep during the tests and get F's!"
"I can totally see that happening!" laughed Kiba, grinning over at him and Naruto. More laughter was shared and the topic was changed, centering around the other occupants of the table. He yawned, taking a few more chips from Chouji's jumble of food (noting the apologetic look on Chouji's face as he did so) and munched languidly away at said snack. From across the table, he saw Itachi flash him a look that seemed to demand an answer, verbal or not. He snorted, looking away from the Uchiha's dark orbs only to find himself staring into equally dark irises, ones that also seemed to question him forcibly.
Damned Uchihas. All of them were so bloody shrewd, they might as well have ESP. No freakin' wonder they ran the damned police force. He sighed.
He needed a nap.
"Yo, Itachi! Shikamaru! Down here!"
Well duh, he grumbled to himself, trudging down the aisle after the older Uchiha. It was sixth hour, drama class, and he cursed himself rather colorfully for not ditching it (and for Asuma being the teacher of his fifth hour, but anyway). It wasn't that drama was a hard class, no, far from it; it was probably the second easiest class out of all seven of them (history being the first, since they never actually did anything in that class, no matter what Kakashi seemed to think), but there was one important, fundamental element wrong with it:
Itachi had this class, too.
He had AP chemistry with him as well, but that hadn't been so bad because Asuma arranged seating by last names, and "N" was quite a ways from "U". It still wasn't pleasant, since he had those damned eyes boring holes in the back of his head all during class, and once the bell rang, Itachi had dragged him out of class seconds after asking what his sixth hour was (how was he supposed to know that the junior had drama next, too?), but at least he wasn't a lab partner with him (he was partnered with Fuji, who, quite frankly, baffled him to no end. Seriously, it was as if the kid was constantly high). The buildings all had it out for him, in light of Itachi's schedule. He just knew it was all their fault.
"Hey Kanky, what's up?" said Itachi as Kankuro came within hearing range. They delved into conversation, easily blotting out any other voices that would've interrupted them, and he took the moment to glance around the "class room".
Chatter was hovering over the first few rows like a cloud of gnats, the drama troop swapping stories and information faster than money at a stock market. Up on the stage, the Hotta twins were running around, laughing manically as they chased an over-excited Lee with a toilet plunger (where the hell they'd gotten it, he had no idea, but he made a mental note not to shake hands with them later). The red-head Tayuya was seated on the edge of the stage, swinging her legs and laughing at something a Tenten had said, and in the farthest back row he could see Shino seated, his sunglasses still perched on his nose (did he ever take those off, or were they glued to his head? Ha, like that was possible). Sighing, he took a seat at the end of the second row, dropping his bag between his feet. Why couldn't this day be over already?
"Oh my cow! Itachi, is that you?" He looked around to see Tenten gaping open-mouthed at the Uchiha, who had been in the middle of a conversation with Kankuro. Both juniors looked over at the volleyball player, though severely different expressions manifested on their faces. While Itachi looked mildly surprised and even a bit pleased, Kankuro's eyes were dark and stormy, his jaw tightening in barely concealed anger.
"Hello, Tenten. It's nice to see you again," greeted Itachi like a gentleman. The dark-haired girl giggled, flouncing over to him like a toddler on a sugar high. As she got closer, the strain in Kankuro's jaw became more pronounced, and he had to wonder if the normally easy-going Sabaku was finally going to snap. This could be interesting.
"So you're the new transfer?" she asked, her eyes unusually wide as she spoke to Itachi.
"It appears so."
"My gosh! Why didn't anybody tell me? I would've made you lunch!" She actually looked disappointed, as if she wouldn't have liked anything in the world more than making Itachi his lunch. Jeeze, she was acting like a love-sick fool all hopped up on Valentine hype and candy hearts. What, did she have a crush on him or some—?
Like a lighting bolt, it hit him with unnerving accuracy and bluntness. —There's no way, there's just no way!— A moment of blank nothingness darted across his mind before everything was shot to hell.
It was Itachi!
Itachi was the guy that Kankuro and Tenten had been fighting over a year ago! It had been him who'd brought them at each other's throats, fighting over the Uchiha's affection like a bunch of mentally unstable geese! How the hell had he not seen this before? It was so obvious, now that he thought of it; especially since Kankuro greeted Itachi with as much gusto as he had, and tje way Tenten was being so attentive to Itachi while he spoke. This was all so . . . . . . creepy.
"Ah, but I have second lunch, and Tayuya told me you had first lunch," replied Itachi, "but thank you for the offer. That's very kind of you."
"Really?" Tenten looked as happy as a dog with a juicy new bone. "Oh, that's so sweet! But what a shame, being in second lunch. Were you lonely?"
"Ah, no. I sat with Kanky and his friends." The volleyball player's eyes darkened, and she cast a spiteful look at the Sabaku.
"I'm so sorry you had to spend your lunch with a bunch of Jerry Springer Show rejects," she all but growled. Kankuro's fists were curled tightly at his sides, trying to resist the urge to strangle her. Itachi frowned, looking between the two before smiling uncertainly at Tenten.
"I had a wonderful time. Everyone was very entertaining; I had fun."
"Oh, but you can't possibly have fun with idiots like them, can you?"
"Tenten," hissed Kankuro, his eyes burning dangerously, "I'm warning you, if you say one more thing about my friends, I'm going to punch you so hard you'll wake up in the goddamn stone age."
She scoffed. "Don't be stupid Kanky. I'm not scared of a hippie like you."
"Fuck that, whore," snarled the Sabaku, taking a threatening step forward. Tenten shuffled back, her face expressing a moment of fear before changing back to her haughty confidence. Itachi looked at a loss, sighing as if this were something not at all uncommon. Maybe this was what they'd been like before the Uchiha had transferred.
Tayuya was suddenly behind Tenten, her eyes narrowed in warning. "Hey, back off Kankuro. You take a swing at her, and it's my fists you're gonna have to answer to!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah!"
"Well guess—?"
"—What?"
The Hotta twins were suddenly at Kankuro's sides, their faces split by troubling grins, bright eyes twinkling with barely disguised danger. Each one was holding their hands behind their backs, hiding whatever weapon they could've gotten a hold of to clobber the two girls with. Tenten looked wary but Tayuya sneered.
"Stay out of this, bubble gum-heads!"
"Then leave—"
"—Kanky alone—"
"—Bitchwad."
"Screw you!" snapped the red-head, her eyes flashing.
"Don't count—"
"—On it." The twins grinned at the girls' expressions, looking far too pleased with themselves. Two other girls from the class joined Tenten's side, each of them glaring at the Hotta twins as if they were gum on the bottoms of their shoes.
"Go get a life, cretins!" snapped one of them, a brunette with curly hair.
"Fuck off!" concurred Tenten.
"Not on—!"
"—Your life!" laughed the twins.
Lee appeared suddenly, joining the Hotta twins on Kankuro's side. With a thumbs up and a blinding smile, he declared how un-youthful it would be to let his friend be out-numbered by decidedly un-youthful young women. The girls laughed at the boy's declaration.
"Che, you've got the whole geek squad on your side," jeered Tenten, her eyes dancing with malicious mirth. "All you need now is for sunglasses-boy and pony-tail-boy to stick up for you and you could have your own geek club."
"Yeah, you bunch of freaks!"
"Takes one—!"
"—To know one!"
"Get lost, you got damn demons!" snapped the other girl, a blonde with layered hair.
"Yeah, go fuck each other and leave her alone!" hissed Tayuya.
That comment seemed to have more affect than anything they had said all put together. Each of the twins donned murderous looks and from behind their backs they pulled a plunder and a clarinet, advancing like hungry cats on the prowl. Tenten and her posse backed away, varied degrees of concern and fear spread over their faces. With unhuman smirks, the twins spoke together.
"What did you say, you motherfucking bitch?"
"I-I, wh-what the fuck is wrong with you?" snarled Tayuya uncertainly, her eyes darting warily from one twin to the other.
"Time to teach that bitch a lesson, don't you think Sakon?"
"Oh yes, definitely, Ukon. Let's teach her a lesson."
"HELLO CLASS! HOW ARE YOU ON THIS DAY OF GREAT YOUTHFULNESS? MOST YOUTHFUL, I HOPE!"
Everyone froze, darting their eyes up to watch as Gai came bounding onto the stage, as exuberant as ever. The strange looking man stopped on the edge of the stage, staring down at them with a bright, cheerful smile on his face. It was a moment before anyone could regain their composure, several of them shuffling nervously and casting looks at the other students. Tenten's group of girls backed away, led by Tenten herself, and the Hotta twins quickly tried to hide their weapons.
"IS THAT MY TOILET PLUNGER?"
To be continued . . . .