Naruto © Masashi Kishimoto
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First Semester
Chapter Five: Through Fourth Period, and on to Lunch!
Tenten's eyes made an odd twitching gesture, moving in time to her English teacher's sporadic movements. She had been looking forward to this class particularly all summer. Her teacher of freshman year, Chishima-sensei, had made learning the foreign language fun and exciting. But just last week Chishima-sensei had been tranfered to the states to become a translator for some important bureaucrat. Now, she thought with dismay, I'm stuck with this loon.
'This loon' just so happened to be Chishima-sensei's emergency replacement for probably the whole year, most certainly this whole term. Tenten turned to see her childhood friend and crush cringe as the green-clad man went on a tirade on archaic English literature. Yes, folks. The English teacher IS...Gai-sensei!
Hyuuga Neji scowled and moved as far back in his chair as possible. Still, some of Gai-sensei's spittle managed to land on his face. Rock Lee, who sat directly in front of him, was actually leaning forward, basking in the warm droplets of drool. Literally. The lavender-eyed youth kept his mouth in a grim line, trying to keep the spit from flying into his mouth and wondered why Lee seemed so... enchanted. Fools attract fools, I suppose, he thought malevolently, silently counting the seconds until he could leave this moist hellhole. Too many!
Tenten sighed sympathetically. She herself had seated herself near the center of the room, well away from Gai-sensei's vicious assault.
Reminder: get to class early tomorrow AND SIT IN THE BACK.
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Tayuya groaned as Orochimaru, the biology teacher, outlined what they would be doing for this term.
"What's with all the fukking dissections? They're so damn GROSS!" she exclaimed, immediately backed up by her peers.
They were in 10th grade, freshmen in the high school building, and they all had been in Orochimaru's class at least once for preliminary science in middle school. Even then, she remembered, the pasty faced geezer had a fetish for cutting up animals. Often, the poor things had arrived alive and the demented freak made them kill the creatures! Sure, Tayuya didn't really mind the killing; it was just...adults weren't supposed to be so happy watching people murder living beings! Sick, the redhead thought, Totally, completely, sick!
"Tayuya," Jiroubou said, a warning tone underneath the calm in his voice. "Ladies shouldn't curse."
"Oh shut up, lardass!" she shot back, already aggravated at forcibly put in in this classroom. Naturally, this sparked up an argument between the two, with Kidoumaru and Sakon watching the fight in bemusement. Ukon, Sakon's brother, was dozing at his desk.
Orochimaru stood at the front of the classroom, going into detail now, and seemed completely oblivious to the commotion happening in the back of the classroom. The other students, however, was drawn in, some even daring to say "Fight, fight" at a normal conversation tone.
"...and you wonder why you never get dates!"
"Oh, NO you didn't go there! Stupid fatass! You couldn't get a girl if your balls depended on it!"
"And aren't they complete morons?" Orochimaru said cheerfully, injecting the phrase into his speech, which was (of course) ignored by the entire class.
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Deidara smiled as the soft potter's clay was evolved into a perfectly smooth bowl. He was at his zone, here in the sunny art room. A little whistle burst from his lips and he glanced to his side to see how Hidan was doing. Hidan, unlike Deidara, was struggling to draw a little self-portrait for an introduction in to art.
Deidara had been taking Art every year except 9th grade (he had been required to have at least one credit for P.E. to pass middle school) and Daiki no Danna came to know him quite well. The blond was able to do anything he wished for these 50 minutes of class time, all that he could learn about art already been grasped as he studied into early morning so many years ago. Daiki no Danna had been stubborn at first, giving him test after test on obscure works and forgotten artists. He aced them all. Dejected, Daiki no Danna could only supply Deidara with clay, his preferred medium, and grade him on the sculptures that Deidara might or might not turn in.
He stopped the potter's wheel and scrupulously inspected the shallow dish for imperfections. Not that he expected any. Satisfied, he got up to set his latest piece in the kiln, where it would be fired over night. Tomorrow, he would have to remember to take it out and paint it. One thing he hated more than anything was an incomplete art work.
On his way back to his set, Deidara happened to catch a glimpse of Hidan's 'self-portrait.'
"Oh, my god. A DUCK!" he cried gleefully, giggling madly and pointing to Hidan's painting. "Heh, a duck...haha! Your hair...Oh god. I can't breathe!" Deidara was on the ground now, rolling around and knocking over easels placed here and there.
"You BASTARD!" Hidan roared, jumping up to pounce on the writhing blond. He was highly sensitive, especially when it came to his hair. He had always been incredibly vain. That added on to his temper gave people like Deidara a huge red button to push. And we all know how three-year olds LOVE to push buttons.
Punches rained down on the two as each wrestled and worked for an advantage that didn't want to show up. Hidan knuckled Deidara in the jaw, while Deidara kicked him in the gut.
Daiki no Danna watched on with morbid amusement, a wry smile on his lips. A few of the students who chose to sit a little to close to the teacher automatically got a case of deja vu, each remembering their own experiences with a certain snake-eyed instructor. The sandy haired artist stood at the front of the room as most of the class congregated to the pair on the floor. From a certain point of view, the two looked almost like they were...
Daiki no Danna made sure to take a few pictures with his camera. I'll need to remind myself to Photoshop these later.
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Sasuke ambled into the cavernous cafeteria after the majority of the student body had rushed in. Casually, he surveyed the large room quickly, cataloging in his mind all of the different cliques and where they sat.
On the furthest side of the cafeteria, near the windows, were the varsity cheerleaders. The sunlight shone from behind them, surrounding the girls in a heavenly glow. He was sure some intelligent cheerleader ages past had realized that, certainly no captain had the brains to connect the two together now.
To the left of them were the junior varsity cheerleaders, and right in front of them were an assortment of jocks. Then, after the jocks and cheerleaders, the students were divided by social status and assembled in a ladder-or pyramid, depending on how you looked at it. The people closest to him (and the double doors) were the losers and outcasts; the farther in you went, the farther up the 'ladder' you climbed. Even the students from Kagoshima knew that, he could tell by the way they assimilated so quickly into the 'system.'
It all disgusted him.
The Uchiha turned away from it all and headed to the drink machines. He chose coffee, black, and headed out to the cheerleader's table.
Heads turned as he walked, all wondering What is that newbie doing going up the Ladder like that? Conversations stopped as he strolled by but he gave it no heed. Eyes straight forward, he neared the fabled holy land...and walked right on out the door.
On the other side of the cheerleader's table was a glass door that lead to the semi-nice inner courtyard of the school and it was there that was his destination. The school was built like a fragmented U with the Main Building making up the lower half and the Left and Right Wings complementing it. A sports shed stood in the middle of the empty space, between the basketball/tennis courts and the football/soccer field.
A few patio tables sat dejectedly on the black asphalt, a little rundown. No one would venture out here. At least, inside the building, you were on the ladder; no matter how low you were, you could always go up (theoretically). Out here was where the Others roamed. Others being the people too weird to be with the Weirdos, too hyper for the Cheerleaders, too not categorized. And so, this was where society put them, 'outside', both literally and figuratively.
Deserted except for the teen chain smoker over in the corner, Sasuke sat down at one of the nicer looking tables. The fact that it was the one farthest away from the main building was a decided plus. He kept his back to the windows and sipped his rapidly cooling coffee, holding the bitter liquid in his mouth before swallowing. That was how he liked to drink his coffee.
The door opened behind him and a burst of chatter cut through the peaceful silence like so many chainsaws. Someone let out a loud guffaw and beyond that was a squeal of delight.
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"What're youse doing at our table, y' wanker?" a loud, somewhat surly voice barked at my back. I rolled my eyes, thinking to the empty paper cup (because it was the only thing to talk to), What is it now?
Not moving my body, I turned my head slightly so that I could look at the rude person behind me from the corner of my eye. I was a little shocked to find a girl talking to him so brutishly. Sure, the girl looked 100 per cent gangbanger, but there were just some things you didn't expect when you were Uchiha Sasuke.
"I don't see your name on this table," I said calmly, making sure to enunciate my words carefully. I didn't want to be compared to this unlearned freak later on.
"Oh yah?" Not 'yeah', she said 'yah'. Strange, I know. "Have y' looked unduh-neathit?" I sighed inwardly, and moved so that I could look at her and not have to crane my neck. Leaning against the matal table, I noticed for the first time that there were a pair of lackeys standing behind her. I should have known. It was Uzumaki-something stupid and Nara-something with an animal, an antelope maybe. Both were in my first class.
"Why would I do that?" I asked blandly, mentally criticizing the girl's every reaction. Obviously, she was a wannabe-gangster. She had that look. The 'I'm scared but I'm still gonna act stupid' look. This time, I sighed outwardly. This is going to take a while.
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Tsunade frowned at the pair in front of her, Deidara and Hidan. They had been pulled apart at the climax of their fight (A little late if you ask me, she though) and sent to her.
"The fight on the FIRST day of school," she muttered, yearning for a little drink right now. No, she reminded herself, not during school hours.
"Huh, I got a sense that I heard that somewhere before," Deidara thought outloud, earning a smack from Hidan.
"Shut up you bloody bastard."
"Hidan!" The junior scowled at the wall, stubborn as usual. "Hidan!" she said again.
"Sorry," he mumbled halfheartedly. "...Bastard."
"Don't call me a bastard you moron!"
"Moron? You little shitfaced transvestite!"
"WHAT THE FU--"
Tsunade wondered, not for the first time, exactly why she agreed to become the headmistress after Sarutobi keeled over. It'll be a life experience, Jiraiya said. It'll get the shark loans off your back, he said. You know what Jiraiya? FUCK YOU! And the Board of Education?
"I'm drinking myself stupid!" she declared, startling the blonds out of their argument. She marched determinedly out the office, the door slamming in her wake.
"Hey, Hidan?" Deidara said with a note of awe.
"What?" he replied irritably.
"That's hot, un."
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Sasuke is so NonComformist with his 'air quotes' and over analyzing. (No offense anybody) Heh, Deidara is starting to remind me of Paris Hilton. Creepy.
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