AN: And finally, the new chapter. Ironic I update this when I'm losing faith in the actual manga. Two certain characters should have just killed each other! And now a third innocent character has been stabbed with lightning. -.- But that out of the way, this is a preferable alternative for me. So, onwards...
Disclaimer: Malhereusement, je ne posséder pas le Naruto. I do not own several of the OCs that appear either, they belong to good authors. I own several other OCs and this plot though, so take THAT, Kishimoto!
Chapter 4
Kakashi looked around the office he was now in. It was a comfortable size, and had frog related objects strewn practically everywhere, as was the Hokage's style.
Sat behind an oak desk in the dimly lit room was Jiraiya himself, smiling. Looking at Kakashi, then to either side of the young, grey-haired man, Jiraiya commented, "three people. This is a good turn-out. I trust you all know why we're here."
Kakashi nodded and said yes, and so did two people to either side of him. Surprised at the youth and feminine tone of the voices, he looked at the other two, and was thoroughly shocked.
On one side was Temari Sabaku, the Hokage's eldest at 18 years, of Suna house. Kakashi never guessed that she even knew what Icha Icha was, knowing how strict her father was.
On the other was a blonde girl that Kakashi vaguely recognised from some awards ceremonies, strange due to her being in Akatsuki house. She was very gifted at her jutsu, and was also one of the smartest students, despite her immature behaviour. He couldn't quite remember her name though...
Jiraiya got up from behind his desk, walking forward. "So, we're all clear on what we have to do, or do I have to explain?" He asked, looking at the trio.
"Something about gathering notes on the students and staff for the books," Temari said. Jiraiya nodded, "correct. You will all watch your classmates-and teachers-and make notes on their relationships, as well as your own. Seeing as most of my characters have matured now, this will be Icha Icha's finale-"
"WHAT?!?" Kakashi yelled in a high-pitched voice, his eyes wide. Icha Icha couldn't end! It was his life..more or less.
"I will write a new series after, have no fear Kakashi. It's simply that Icha Icha has gradually become the story of the younger generation who are, unfortunately, now young adults. Well, now that's out of the way," Jiraiya told them, before rummaging around his desk to find some sheets of paper, "these are the characters' names, in the books and real life." He then handed each person an A4 sheet of paper with a seemingly endless list of names spanning three columns going across it's width.
Finally, the Akatsuki girl spoke. "Is yaoi accepted?" She asked, a light taking over her eyes as she said the second word. Jiraiya looked at her oddly, as did Kakashi. Temari stared at her, but with a look of happiness. She was something of a closet yaoi perv when she was alone.
"Well, er, Woolfy, that's a, erm, you see, uh..." Jiraiya tried to string together a coherent sentence. "There has to be at least 15 chapters between. After all, men do read this thing," he managed to get out, and the hyper blonde just grinned and gave a thumbs up.
"At least I get to write!"
And with that, the four scattered, going back wherever they were supposed to be. This would be an interesting finale, that was for sure.
* * *
Of one thing, class KS2 coud be sure. Kairi Hyuga was the most strange-yet-brilliant English teacher on Earth. When the bell went and the class left for their next class, they could still remember Kairi getting more caught up in her reading, practically acting out the chapter she was reading of Frankenstein. It would be a surprise to Naruto if his next teacher was able to teach while appearing to be drunk, high and having caffiene for blood.
His next lesson would be Art, for which he was in class AK3, meaning the class was shared with Akatsuki. He was actually a little scared of this lesson. There was a good reason why Akatsuki was called 'Shinobi's Private Asylum'. In truth, the students in the house were those with the ones with the most powerful-and unstable-jutsu, but most of them were completely off their heads.
When Naruto entered the class, he settled in a seat between Hinata and Sasuke at the back of the class. The teacher was sat at the front of the class, his brown eyes filled with indifference as he scanned the class. A few girls wolf-whistled at him, causing him to turn his indifferent-and now stern-gaze upon them, and then, in turn, causing them to shut up. Naruto mentally commented on his resemblance to Gaara, with his red hair. An Akatsuki girl was also thinking this, and also how he'd been in Suna and Akatsuki when he was at Shinobi.
"Erm, Sasori-sensei, should we start the lesson now?" The girl asked with her hand raised, her voice slightly muffled by the opaque veil covering the lower half of her face. Sasori sighed as he got up.
"I might as well," he commented, taking centre-stage at the front of the class. His gaze fell upon everyone in the class, then he began his speech.
"Many of you will know me from your previous years of this course. As I obviously can tell, in year 10, some of you took the course for no reason other than to wolf-whistle at me." At this, he looked at several girls. "But, I dont care for you students. No. What I care for is art. Art is everything in this life, and is everywhere. Without appreciation for art, life is not worth living. But first, you boy, what do you think art is?" Sasori whipped around and pointed at a boy with straight black hair (with a silver streak running through it) and emerald-green eyes. Shinji, the boy, looked puzzled for a minute as he sat bolt upright.
"Er, art is...uh," he began, not quite knowing how to answer this question. He was 16 years old, and a student at high school! Not an art expert!
Sasori cut in there. "The student is unable to define art. Not that that matters. That is why I'm here, so that you students can learn what art is. So, without further ado, let's begin the lesson."
Sasori clicked some buttons on his computer, pressed a button on the projector control, and the screen at the front of the class was lit up with the instructions for the lesson. Students had to use the resources in the room to make a scupture or painting that reflected themself.
The moment that instruction lit up the board, the classroom became a mad scrabble to grab paper, pencils, paint, clay and whatever else the students required. Sasori sighed to himself, "this is going to be a long hour, and an even longer year..."
* * *
By the end of the lesson, Sasori was able to pick out who'd do well in his class this year, and who wouldn't.
For example, one Akatsuki student had drawn running. It was an image with no soul or even aspiration, it was just a running figure.
However, the blue haired girl with the hidden face, she showed potential, with her image of a shadowed figure, beginning to blur, and bleeding. And that Uzumaki boy! Nobody would have thought that he could even draw a stick figure, let alone a self portrait smiling twistedly with red eyes, glinting with evil.
That girl, Sakura Haruno, though. Sasori shuddered at the thought of her. Sure, she was a good artist, but her work had no meaning, it was merely superficial, something that was pretty to look at. And Ino Yamanaka showed the same problem. The two of them were consumed by how something looked, and not by what it truly was.
Sasori collected the work up, then began the arduous task of marking the work, then putting it in each student's personal foder, which they would recieve next week, along with their task. But for the students themselves, it was breaktime, and that meant one thing: half an hour of freedom!
AN: And that, my dear readers, is where I leave you. I know, this sucks, but my inspiration has just gone 'blah' for now. I am praying to the gods that I haven't massacred any characters. And I need to give Shinji and Woolfy some more screen time in this thing! They can't become the Tentens of this story! That's the point of the randoms!
Eheheh, that aside, you all know what's coming next...
Raven...OUT!