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But that's not important anymore.

Because you can't miss a person you never had, right?

So now that I gave you all a quick rundown of our first meeting- I can tell the story of why from that point on, gym class became my favorite class.

It's because after the fight in the locker room, I had a fight every day afterwards. The actual thing about it was that I was allowed beat his ass on the courts- and be encouraged at the same time.

'Cause Coach Gai has this way of getting excited about competition- real excited, even amongst his own students. As long as he has somebody to praise, he's a happy lil' shit. And back in Freshman year, the person he thought was the best was Mr. Inuzuka over there.

Until I came along.

Funny little fact- he didn't recognize me either. He was the coach for elementary school for those who didn't know. He used to always have to keep me after school and have me run laps. Me, Inuzuka, and Akimichi.

But another little fun fact- Akimichi used to be a fatass- fatter that fat; a walking donut.

Shocker huh? Not really surprising now- cause now you don't have to tell him to stop blocking the hallway with his half of an ass-cheek.

But he's lost a load of weight in the past four years come to think of it. You can barely recognize him now. I can barely recognize him- and that's saying something.

But why'd he lose the weight? Because of me. And where'd he get the time to start working out all of sudden? Gym.

That's right- because not only was Inuzuka in my gym class, but Mr. Walking Donut too. While I was busting my ass out trying to outshine bitchboy, Aka-I'm-Gonna-Eatchu stayed behind like always. Eating. Eating. And then eating again.

It made me fuckin' sick.

More than sick actually. Every time I looked at the flabs that were chomping down on a potato chip, I wanted to puke. And not on the floor- the floor didn't deserve that- but on him.

Because in my opinion, and probably anybody in the student body who knew him- he was gonna eat himself dead. 'Exercising' while eating or not- he was gonna die because of the thing he loved the most.

But I'm sorta straying too far from the subject at hand- so lemme tell you why I loved Gym so much in the first place.

It wasn't just because I got to compete against Inuzuka during almost everything, and win- might I add- but because I got free reign to do whatever I wanted to the butterball.

Could he do anything about it? Fuck no- why? Cause he could barely throw a punch without sweating a pint of oil.

Most of the time he just kept his arms up while I kicked him around. And that friends, required a bit of an effort on my part, seeing as his blubber acted as a protective layering.

And yeah- he cried. In fact, he cried more than he sweated. But did I stop? Did I stop when I backed him up into a corner; saw as he cowered in my shadow?

No. Because now, three years later- I wasthe one who was taller. The one who was bigger- stronger, faster- and there wasn't shit he did about it. Why? Cause the big oaf had let himself go.

And you think Coach Gai did anything to stop me? All those times? Nope.

All he did was tell Akimichi to suck it up, get up, and try to punch me back- the same thing he told me years and years ago.

During the times when I would corner the fat-squeak, he'd stand behind me and analyze the way I assaulted the guy. Telling me how I should do it- how I needed to kick like I meant it- and grading my 'spirit', according to how long I managed to keep things interesting for him, and the rest of the class who decided to watch.

And oh yeah- the class always stuck around. Because I mean, who wouldn't? All those wasted hours I spent kicking, scratching, beating, punching- and who in the fuck knows what else to the guy- not once did he try to fight back.

Which was great for me, but boring for the others.

While I was letting off steam pent up from earlier idiots, poor little push-over was just sitting back and taking it for as long as I could give it. It was interesting in the first few weeks, but then of course, it got old.

Things were falling into a routine. A sad, slow, and boring routine.

So I thought to myself one day, 'Naruto, what can you do to spice things up? You're already half-killing him, what else can you possibly do to liven up the torture?

And that's when I got it.

And that's when I had an idea.