Okay, I don't own Naruto. Yay.
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"A suggestion box."
I looked up at my long time teacher/mentor/always-late-pervert-who-reads-nothing-but-porn and raised an eyebrow.
"You asked me how I would handle students like yours and I figured the real question should be how your students should handle teachers like you and a suggestion box would be perfect."
I continued to stare at his one visible eye and said, "You've got to be shitting me."
"I shit you not."
Naruto looked up from the ramen he was currently stuffing down his throat, (fourth time this week we've eaten Ichiraku's. I hope he chokes on the noodles and dies.) "Sasuke-teme, you're just against the idea because I would get fewer suggestions than you because I'm the better teacher!"
"Che, you wish, dobe."
"Oh yeah?! You wanna bet?!"
"Why on earth would I bet on something so idiotic?"
"Chicken!"
"…Name your terms."
"Whoever gets the most suggestions in the span of a week has to buy food for the next week!"
"Heh, are you sure you can live a week without ramen?"
"Are you sure you can live a week on nothing but ramen?!"
"We already do, idiot!"
"Well…uh…I'll win!! Just you watch!!" With that he ran off toward our apartment, leaving Kakashi and I to foot the bill.
When I turned to him, Kakashi had an empty bowl of ramen in front of him that I swear was full just a second ago and a upturned eye in what I could only assume was a smile.
"You planned this all along, didn't you?"
"I'm shocked and upset that you think so low of me that you believe I would elaborately plan out my suggestions for you two in a way that I predicted would turn into a bet. Honestly, what do you take me for?"
I could practically feel his smirk behind the mask.
"Just for that, you're paying."
He chuckled, "Fine, but only because starting next week you'll probably end up paying for a whole lot of ramen."
I just glared.
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-Day 1-
"Okay, kids! This is a suggestion box!" I pointed at the wooden box at my feet, "You write down stuff that you like or don't like about my teaching and questions you have then put it in the box!"
Otonashi just stared at a bee flying by while Shizuka and Daichi played some game with Daichi's trading cards.
"Uh…any questions?"
"Damn it! Stop using your byakugan to cheat and see my cards!"
Shizuka simply popped the last piece of gum they were betting the card game on into her mouth.
"I'll take that as a 'no'."
"I have a question Naruto-sensei!"
I glanced down at Daichi who seemed to have too short of an attention span to even remember that he was fighting with Shizuka a second ago.
"Yeah?"
"Why is the box orange?"
-I told you it was stupid.-
"Because orange is a cool color."
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I pointed at the blue box on the ground in front of me (Naruto insisted on painting them. His is a hideous orange color that only belongs in interrogation rooms to drive the suspects insane and force them to confess.) "This is a suggestion box…you write things down on paper and put them in the box."
"I don't get it!"
I knew that the standards were slipping when Iruka passed the dobe but this is absolutely ridiculous.
"Sasuke-sensei is giving us an opportunity to express our deepest and most youthful desires anonymously!" Hotaru yelled happily toward both Chikako and I, " It's genius!"
"Is it mandatory?" Kotone spoke for the first time…ever, as far as I was concerned.
"…What?"
"Do I have to do it?"
"No…"
"Can I go home now?"
"Yeah, but before this meeting ends I'd like to point out that I'm leaving the box here," I pointed to the spot where it sat, "You can put your suggestions in it throughout the day…But I swear to god if I find one single suggestion in there tonight then I'll make your lives a living hell."
"Troublesome."
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-End of Day 1-
"Okay, let's go over the rules one more time," Sasuke and I sat in our apartment with each other's boxes in front of us on the table, "Every compliment is a positive point, every suggestion is a negative point, along with insults…although I still don't get why we had to add that in there…"
"Because you, dobe, are very likely to get nothing but insults."
"You're a bastard."
"I know."
I glared at him, and jerked his box open, "Dear Sasuke-sensei, go die in one of your fire-balls."
He, in turn, opened my box and read: "You're an idiot, Naruto-sensei, and I know that note was fake, moron."
Let the scoring begin.