Behind this mask
Chapter 2: A Day In The Life: Part 2
Naruto glanced at the Mizuki once more before silently retreating from the kitchen, making it a point not to stir the sleeping man. He walked into the living room and snatched his book bag from the coat rack beside the door. Naruto muttered silently to himself as he reached for the bag.
"Why I put my bag in this flimsy thing is beyond me. One of these says it is really gonna bite me in the a-"
Sure enough as he grabbed his bag, one of the straps seemed to be feeling rather lonely, seeing as it decided to fastened itself around the hook. Effectively taking the whole rack with Naruto's pull.
The whole scene had seemed to go in slow motion from Naruto's prospective, and yet he watched as it unraveled right in front his very eyes. His jaw was agape as the rack hit the floor, making an impossibly loud noise as if it were connected to an AMP, with surround sound. This sort of thing only seems to happen in Naruto's presence. Such is the fortunateness that is Naruto. Naturally, his luck could only go south, and if his calculations are correct, his luck should be exacerbated right about-
"Kyuubi!" Now.
He heard Mizuki slur as the table creaked in protest of his sudden movements.
"Where the hell are you, you bastard?!"
He began shouting as the sound of glass shattering on the tile flooring could be heard, indicating his departure from the kitchen and his approach toward the living room. This was all that was needed for Naruto to snap out of his current state of shock. He swiftly scooped up his annoyingly clingy book bag from the rack it still embraced and made a break for the door. Somewhere in that short amount of time, Mizuki must have entered.
As Naruto was closing the door of the house, he was beamed in the back of the head with one of the many beer bottles lying around. Seeing as he managed to catch Naruto off guard, he had to seize the moment. He began to trample through the pedestrian-like beer bottles in a vein effort to catch him, much to his disdain only meeting up with a slammed door.
Naruto had slammed the door shut with such force that he could hear the pictures on the wall hit the floor. He began to lightly run away, rubbing the back of his head. He removed his hand and glanced down at it, there was blood. Crap. The jerk must have used a semi broken bottle, because he pulled out a little shard of glass. He could still hear the angry threats of Mizuki as if it were smog emanating from the house. He jumped off the curb, and jogged to school, completely ignoring the limp that was beginning to fade. The quicker that he was, the sooner he could patch himself up, leaving the school none the wiser to the torment he had endured earlier in the day. They'll probably chalk it up to the bullies. Oh well. He ran farther down the street making sure not to look back. From personal experience, he learned that it only seemed to slow him down.
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I know that this chapter is shorter, but I've been a little busy. I will try and make the next one longer, to make up for it! R&R (I just found out what that means!)
