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Thanks Akisha, you're my bro and my only reader ^_^
Switchfoot - Your Love Is A Song
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School was troublesome; Shikamaru sighed and leaned his head against his desk. Why did Iruka-Sensei have to sound so dull? But on the other hand, the man was teaching history, how could it not be dull? Shikamaru tilted his head slightly to get a look at his best friend Chouji, who was as usual sitting at his desk eating potato chips. Some people might think Chouji was all fat, but the lazy schoolboy knew better. Chouji could flip all but the strongest fighters in school without breaking a sweat. But instead of being all high and mighty because of his strength, like some of the other fighters did, Chouji was one of the friendliest people Shikamaru knew; the boy had a heart of gold. Shikamaru smiled when Chouji crumbled the now empty bag of chips, and took out a new one, the boy could eat more than the whole class combined and still be hungry.
Shikamaru straightened his shirt, like all the other boys here, he was wearing a white shirt and a pair of jeans, the girls wore the same shirt, but skirts instead of jeans. Shikamaru hated uniforms, and although this was one of the more comfortable ones, he hated it with all his heart and soul, maybe he should do something about it? A moment of inspiration hit the lazy Nara, but it was turned down immediately by his ‘troublesome’ factor.
Suddenly Shikamaru noticed that Iruka had stopped talking, and was instead looking at a boy who had seemingly just entered class. The boy was panting heavily, and looked like he’d just run a marathon. “Is is this class 1B?” The boy managed to say between his pants. Iruka quickly got over his amazement and smiled at the boy. “Yes, you must be Uzumaki Narotu correct?” The boy nodded slowly and looked confusingly around the classroom. “Not to seem rude or anything teacher-san, but may I know your name? And I don’t seem to be able to find an available seat” Iruka smiled understandingly at the boys obvious discomfort. “Greetings Naruto, I’m Umino Iruka, to you I’ll be Iruka-Sensei.“ Iruka pointed at the seat next to Shikamaru. “And you can sit next to Shikamaru, but please wait a moment.” Iruka turned his attention back towards the rest of the class, who had begun to whisper and mumble. Who’s that? Being one of the most popular questions whispered.
“Alright class! Say hello to your newest classmate. This is Uzumaki Nauro, he’ll be joining us through this wonderful flight we call High School, I expect you all to welcome him with open arms.” Iruka looked at them all sternly. “I will not tolerate any bullying in this class; we had enough of that last year. Freshmen are supposed to stick together.” Iruka’s features softened. “Now with that said, Naruto, would you like to say something about yourself?” Thoughts raced through Naruto’s head, should he tell them? Would they call him a freak? Would they think he was just hungering for attention? Naruto hardened his face, no, he couldn’t just let them float around without knowing anything about him, especially something that could possible kill them if it was activated wrongly.
Naruto slowly walked up besides Iruka and looked at his new classmates; he immediately noticed that he wasn’t the only ‘unique’ person there. He noticed a boy with two red facial tattoos and pronounced canines, if a guy like that could look so carefree in this class, why shouldn’t he be able to? “Hello everybody, my name is Uzumaki Naruto. I like running while listening to music, training martial arts while listening to music, eating good food while listening to music, and listening to music in general. I live with my grandparents, and I suffer from a very rare disease called Provectus confusione musica vitio, or shortened PCMV. It’s a disease that makes me react very violently to music, the louder it is, the stronger the effect is. So if you would please refrain from listening to loud music while I’m present, I would be very grateful.”
Naruto smiled shyly at his unwilling audience, most of them looked at him like he was an idiot, suddenly the kid with the facial tattoos yelled. “What are you talking about weirdo! Such a thing doesn’t exist!” Naruto’s mood immediately dived. ‘I should’ve known that they would react this way, why did I even tell them anything?’ his thoughts were interrupted by Iruka, who looked at Kiba with a facial expression that screamed anger. “Inuzuka! Principal’s office! Now!” the boy grunted disapprovingly, but walked out of the classroom without arguing. “Anyone else who wants to comment? No? Good! Naruto, please take a seat next to Shikamaru up there.” Iruka waved towards the lazy Nara who gave a small nod, but soon returned to his sleep mode.
Naruto had never been so thankful in his life. Not only had Iruka refrained from commenting on his lack of uniform, but he had refrained from asking questions about his disease, and he hadn’t kept Naruto in the spotlight after the Inuzuka boy yelled at him. Naruto had a feeling that they would get along well.
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AN: Yes, another chapter, i know you people don't read it, so i'll probably only post this here on NB to give you a chance to find it here, instead of looking through a billion fanfics on Fanfiction.net =/
I'm a bit disappointed that you don't wanna read this, i've poured a lot of work into this, and you discard it because it's too long.
Peace...
-Zero
Thanks Akisha, you're my bro and my only reader ^_^
Switchfoot - Your Love Is A Song
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School was troublesome; Shikamaru sighed and leaned his head against his desk. Why did Iruka-Sensei have to sound so dull? But on the other hand, the man was teaching history, how could it not be dull? Shikamaru tilted his head slightly to get a look at his best friend Chouji, who was as usual sitting at his desk eating potato chips. Some people might think Chouji was all fat, but the lazy schoolboy knew better. Chouji could flip all but the strongest fighters in school without breaking a sweat. But instead of being all high and mighty because of his strength, like some of the other fighters did, Chouji was one of the friendliest people Shikamaru knew; the boy had a heart of gold. Shikamaru smiled when Chouji crumbled the now empty bag of chips, and took out a new one, the boy could eat more than the whole class combined and still be hungry.
Shikamaru straightened his shirt, like all the other boys here, he was wearing a white shirt and a pair of jeans, the girls wore the same shirt, but skirts instead of jeans. Shikamaru hated uniforms, and although this was one of the more comfortable ones, he hated it with all his heart and soul, maybe he should do something about it? A moment of inspiration hit the lazy Nara, but it was turned down immediately by his ‘troublesome’ factor.
Suddenly Shikamaru noticed that Iruka had stopped talking, and was instead looking at a boy who had seemingly just entered class. The boy was panting heavily, and looked like he’d just run a marathon. “Is is this class 1B?” The boy managed to say between his pants. Iruka quickly got over his amazement and smiled at the boy. “Yes, you must be Uzumaki Narotu correct?” The boy nodded slowly and looked confusingly around the classroom. “Not to seem rude or anything teacher-san, but may I know your name? And I don’t seem to be able to find an available seat” Iruka smiled understandingly at the boys obvious discomfort. “Greetings Naruto, I’m Umino Iruka, to you I’ll be Iruka-Sensei.“ Iruka pointed at the seat next to Shikamaru. “And you can sit next to Shikamaru, but please wait a moment.” Iruka turned his attention back towards the rest of the class, who had begun to whisper and mumble. Who’s that? Being one of the most popular questions whispered.
“Alright class! Say hello to your newest classmate. This is Uzumaki Nauro, he’ll be joining us through this wonderful flight we call High School, I expect you all to welcome him with open arms.” Iruka looked at them all sternly. “I will not tolerate any bullying in this class; we had enough of that last year. Freshmen are supposed to stick together.” Iruka’s features softened. “Now with that said, Naruto, would you like to say something about yourself?” Thoughts raced through Naruto’s head, should he tell them? Would they call him a freak? Would they think he was just hungering for attention? Naruto hardened his face, no, he couldn’t just let them float around without knowing anything about him, especially something that could possible kill them if it was activated wrongly.
Naruto slowly walked up besides Iruka and looked at his new classmates; he immediately noticed that he wasn’t the only ‘unique’ person there. He noticed a boy with two red facial tattoos and pronounced canines, if a guy like that could look so carefree in this class, why shouldn’t he be able to? “Hello everybody, my name is Uzumaki Naruto. I like running while listening to music, training martial arts while listening to music, eating good food while listening to music, and listening to music in general. I live with my grandparents, and I suffer from a very rare disease called Provectus confusione musica vitio, or shortened PCMV. It’s a disease that makes me react very violently to music, the louder it is, the stronger the effect is. So if you would please refrain from listening to loud music while I’m present, I would be very grateful.”
Naruto smiled shyly at his unwilling audience, most of them looked at him like he was an idiot, suddenly the kid with the facial tattoos yelled. “What are you talking about weirdo! Such a thing doesn’t exist!” Naruto’s mood immediately dived. ‘I should’ve known that they would react this way, why did I even tell them anything?’ his thoughts were interrupted by Iruka, who looked at Kiba with a facial expression that screamed anger. “Inuzuka! Principal’s office! Now!” the boy grunted disapprovingly, but walked out of the classroom without arguing. “Anyone else who wants to comment? No? Good! Naruto, please take a seat next to Shikamaru up there.” Iruka waved towards the lazy Nara who gave a small nod, but soon returned to his sleep mode.
Naruto had never been so thankful in his life. Not only had Iruka refrained from commenting on his lack of uniform, but he had refrained from asking questions about his disease, and he hadn’t kept Naruto in the spotlight after the Inuzuka boy yelled at him. Naruto had a feeling that they would get along well.
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AN: Yes, another chapter, i know you people don't read it, so i'll probably only post this here on NB to give you a chance to find it here, instead of looking through a billion fanfics on Fanfiction.net =/
I'm a bit disappointed that you don't wanna read this, i've poured a lot of work into this, and you discard it because it's too long.
Peace...
-Zero
