Hello lovely readers! Today is August 30, 2012, and I'm starting the new chapter of MIB: D! I have to warn you though, my parents are going through a divorce and I'm in an emotional downfall, so these next chapters might reflect that, but I'm going to try my best to keep the story as humorous as possible (as humorous as any Sci-Fi story can get, I guess?). Now let me reply to a few reviews:
Guest Sarah: I hope I don't have to take anything that sounds remotely like "Government". The only way I can even get into politics is when I'm watching the Colbert Report!
Dotti3: It's so nice to see that new people are reading my story! I've tried this story twice in the past; both were sad failures. I looked back on them and they were pretty terrible. The grammar was so childish; I wanted to slap myself on the forehead. It really makes me beam that I can write a dramatic yet humorous take on what could be out there in the universe that we know nothing about. Also, since you reminded me, we'll be seeing Yumei again in this chapter!
Celestial Moon Goddess: I figured, Sasuke is always so sour in nearly every story he's in, so why shouldn't there be just one time that he snaps and throws a hissy fit? ;)
LadyMartel4000: Thanks for all the support!
In this chapter, we will delve further into classes. Wouldn't you like to know more about what goes on in Konoha High? I sure would! On with the crazy!
Chapter Nine: What happens in classes…?
Sakura dragged her older brother down the twists and turns of their high school. Since Naruto had been left back a couple of times, they both resided on the same hallway. Itachi had since parted ways to head towards his Physics class. Asuma – sensei did not take kindly to late students.
"Whoa, whoa, slow down Sakura!" Naruto wailed as he was dragged like a rag doll, "we still have time to get to class!"
"Oh no, Naruto. Last time we were late Kurenai made us write lines. My fingers wouldn't unroll themselves for half an hour! We're not going to be late this time. Hurry up, Sasuke!" The ebony haired teen was walking briskly behind the two, trying to keep up but not look like an idiot while doing it.
"Maybe you should slow down, Sakura. The idiot's right, class doesn't start for another two minutes and we're right down the hall." The pinkette turned to scowl at him and he shrugged and jogged a bit to keep up with her.
The three rounded a corner and into their teacher's room. Naruto hit his shoulder on the door frame as Sakura made the sharp turn into the class. She nearly tossed him into his seat next to Hinata, who was always in class first.
"Hum… H-hello, Naruto." She stuttered.
Naruto groaned and held his head. "Huh? Oh, hi Hinata. How're you?"
"I'm f-fine." She replied. "How're y-y-you?"
"I'm butts right now, Hinata. Total BUTTS."
"Oh..." she had no idea what butts meant, but she figured it couldn't be good, with all his groaning. "I'm s-sorry to hear that."
"Not your fault. It's all Sakura's fault!" he pointed an accusing finger at his baby sister. "YOU! YOU! YOU!"
"You should've never made me late yesterday!" she yelled back.
"I told you I wanted some Sugar Sweet Bombs!" he yelled back.
"You could've waited until after classes!"
"You know they lock the candy machine after two o'clock!"
"Well, maybe that means you should lay off the sugar!"
Naruto huffed. "You wish you could eat as much sugar as I do and not get all fat and stuff." He crossed his arms over his broad chest and pouted like a child.
"Whatever, bro." Sakura pulled out The Count of Monte Cristo, the book she had been working on for about a week. She delved within the pages, being transported to Edmond's glorious mansion and being swept away by long colorful gowns and handsome suitors.
Sasuke was staring off into space… Literally. He was having another conversation with the Mother Planet.
==Come in, Mother Planet.==
Well, well, look who called.
Excuse my late transmissions, Mother Planet. I've been having some…problems… with Itachi. I've locked myself in my room and won't talk to him, nor look at him.
I know all about it, my son. Itachi has already talked to me.
Did he tell you what he did?
Yes, he did. I am compelled to tell you that your brother has a problem. Mother Planet sighs and pauses for a second, gathering her words before she speaks again. Maybe you should…take him to one of those counselors humans seek when they have troubles in life. I think it may be best for him.
Sasuke let out a disgruntled agreement and ended his transmission. He ran an exasperated hand through his ebony locks and Asuma walked through the door. He held a stack of papers and grinned giddily as he shouted, "POP QUIZ!"
"Ugh, you've got to be kidding me! Asuma you scrub, come on, we don't need a test today!"
Asuma glared at the blonde slacker from behind his stack of papers. "First of all, Uzumaki, these are quizzes. They don't count as much as tests do, but they can still seriously affect your grades. And you DO need a quiz today because today is Monday. You should've studied over the weekend." With that, he walked through the lines of desks passing out his quizzes.
Sasuke glared at the paper in front of him.
Fucking Density conversions.
It was safe to say that Sasuke hated density with a passion. It was so stupid, with all the different metric measurement. So very stupid.
"Let's see… 1.5 x 10^7 m/cm3 converted to kg/cm3. God." He paused for a vague moment, wondering if the rest of his rest believed in a great creator before continuing his work. "Make a tee. Cross multiply." He scribbled numbers along the paper, mumbling instructions to himself as he went.
Naruto, on the other hand, hated math and was bad at it too. He could never remember equations and always needed to be reminded of them. "Gosh," he muttered, "I bet that if I got a job that used chemistry even a little, I could get the stinkin' equations on paper. Hell, I could Google it." He grumbled to himself and scratched numbers onto his paper as he tried to remember the processes.
With Itachi-Nii and the Akatsuki
"Bummer." Deidara commented. Itachi had just finished telling them about his falling out with Sasuke and his drinking problem. "I never saw you as a rule breaker, Itachi. Under aged drinking. Quite a crime."
"Aw shut it, Deidara." Sasori scolded. "You're always being such a hypocrite." He turned his face back into the scientific magazine he was reading.
Deidara scowled at him but turned his attention back to Itachi. "So Sasuke just threw a tantrum? That's odd. He's always been one of those weird kids that don't do what you expect them to. You know, like sharing in preschool and eating his vegetables and not falling and scraping his knee when he was learning to ride a bike."
Itachi rolled his eyes. "So? I was the same way."
"So Sasuke's gonna end up being a chronic drinker, too?"
"Shut up, Deidara."
"Fuck, Itachi, stop bitching about it and just chill." Hidan stretched his arms and placed them behind his head.
"Whatever." The four of them were walking down the hall, to their cars. Being high achieving seniors, they left school early. "I still can't stop bugging about Sasuke though. He's never been so upset."
"Ooooh, Uchiha Itachi, the human ice cube, actually has feelings!" Sasori nudged at him in a poking way. Itachi punched Sasori in the chest. "OOW-WOOW. What the hell, yo?"
"Stupid Sasori." Deidara chirped. He was walking backwards as he stared at at his three friends. He didn't see the sudden drop from the sidewalk to the parking lot until it was too late.
"AH! OWWW."
Itachi grinned for the first time in two days.
At Naruto's House
"So what's up for dinner, Sakura?" Naruto was munching on some potato chips as he sweeped into the kitchen with his baby sister. Sakura was chatting on the phone with Hinata.
"Hmm? Oh I ordered a pizza. Supreme like you like it." She babbled on about lipstick and hairbows.
"Oh, yea! You didn't order it from Papa John's did you? I hate Papa John's…"
"Oh Yes, purple would look lovely on you! You should totally buy the purple ones..!"
"SAKURA!"
"Hold on a sec.. WHHAAT? Can't you see I'm on the pho-one?" Sakura had pressed the phone to her breast so Hinata couldn't hear her. "I'm telling Hinata to buy a purple shirt because you like purple.. But I didn't tell her that last part…"
"Ah well…I do like purple. But, you ordered Pizza Hut, right?" Sakura nodded. "WE'RE EATING LIKE KINGS TONIGHT, BELIEVE IT!"
"Ahaha, yea!" Naruto gave her a high five before running out of the kitchen leaving a trail of potato chip crumbs. Sakura continued her chat with Hinata while heading to the cupboard for a broom and dustpan.
"Mhm…Yea, he just ran out…Oh, he's always making a mess, it's nothing new! I hope you get used to it now, 'cause if you guys get married it's going to be an everyday thing…Aha! Don't deny it, it's gonna happen!" She swept her brother's crumbs up into the pan and carried them to the back kitchen door that leads to the garden. She tossed the crumbs into the flower beds and shuffled back into their house out of the cold of the evening. "Okay, well, I should go… Yea he has an entire bags of chips to himself… Mmkay, bye Hina-chan!"
Sakura replaced the phone back on its receiver and joined Naruto in the living room. He was flopped all over the couch munching on his bag of chips that was almost empty.
"Oh hey, Cookie. Done talking to Hina-chan?" he stuffed some more chips in his mouth after digging around the bag for some more of the starchy goodness.
"You eat like a little chubby piggle." She sat in his stomach and snatched his bag from him. "I had to sweep up more crumbs when you left the kitchen." She lifted the bag to her lips and poured the last of its contents into her mouth before Naruto could grab at the bag. She wiggled on his to keep him down as sh ate his chips in his face.
"That still didn't answer my question!" he strained and then he just pushed her off of him and grabbed the bag from her. He shook it, but it didn't make a sound. "Aw you ate them all!" He pushed her off of the sofa.
"Oww! Naruto!"
"Next time you eat my food, you won't live to see the next day. You can believe it." He gave her one of those looks that he usually saved for when she brought home a 70 on a pop quiz.
Sakura pouted at him and crawled back on the couch. They curled up together and went channel surfing.
At the Uchiha Household
"Sasuke you open this door and talk to me right now!" Itachi banged at the door that had locked his younger brother away since four thirty.
"No, I don't want to even look at you."
"Sasuke!...Sasuke, please. Come out, I just wanna talk." Itachi stopped knocking at the door and instead leaned on the wall next to it.
"Nothing you say is going to mask the fact that you're just like Father." Came his younger brother's curt response from behind the oak.
"I NEVER -.." he sighed and collected himself," I never said I'm trying to mask that. I know I have a problem and I…I got help, ok? I saw the counselor."
The door immediately swung open. "How dare you have the arrogance to think that seeing a human counselor will make me give you the slightest forgiveness?" He gave his brother a cold stare.
"I don't want your forgiveness. I want you to listen."
"…"
"I'm only doing this for you. I realize that a human cannot even begin to perceive what goes on in my head, but it's a start."
"Whatever."
And the door closed again.
Itachi sighed and went back downstairs. He dumped himself into the plush sofa and stared at the blank flat screen. He glanced over to the alchohol sitting next to the cabinet that held all their DVDs.
"…"
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As Itachi climbed the staircase back to his room, liquor and wine dripped along the walls where he'd flung them.
Seems we got a little input from Sasuke this chapter, ne? I know what you're thinking: I wanted them to make up , not fight more! Well too bad. I'm gonna milk this for as long as possible. Sasuke needs to be an ass for an actual reason, and I like to hold grudges. Ooooh, drama! Anyways, read and review, ok? I can't write without you!
Also, alittle side note:
I'm so sorry for not updating for so long… My dad finally left my mom and I'm stuck with her. She's an ass most of the time and she makes me so angry sometimes. She also doesn't even like me using my laptop for homework, so it's been hell typing this. Also, when my dad left we temporarily moved about 30 miles from here, and I rarely had any internet. (Well, I had it but again, Mom=douche.) But I'm going to try to type more often while she isn't here. But her boyfriend is a snitch and he might tell her I've been on the computer every day. God, I miss my dad. Anyways, chao!