Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Two Brothers ❯ Exploding Toilets and School Reports ( Chapter 4 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Armina Skitty 
A toilet explodes, a school history project tramautizes the students. Same old same old.
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Adventure | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 01.24.2007 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.7K | Visits: 436 | Status: Completed
A toilet explodes, a school history project tramautizes the students. Same old same old.
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Adventure | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 01.24.2007 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.7K | Visits: 436 | Status: Completed
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(1-24-07)
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#KER-CHOOM!!# The sound that echoed across the village was not entirely new, explosions were disturbingly common in Konoha. But the precise quality of the explosion was entirely unique. It was the sound of a toilet exploding.
It was also a sound that Kakashi had come to dread, one that invaded his nightmares at times. It most certainly not a sound that he wanted to hear when he’d only just gotten back to Konoha last night. So when a knock on his door forced him to leave his nice, warm comfy bed, he allowed himself to groan expressively as he headed towards that door.
“What?” He demanded of the innocent Genin who stared up at him in awe.
“Ah, the, uh, the, uh, Hokage, um, he, uh-“ The boy stammered, holding out a sheet of paper. Kakashi snatched the paper, gently, and shooed the boy away. As he expected, he needn’t have had to read what the paper said, he already knew what was going to be asked: ‘find out who blew up the toilet of Nomikui restaurant-‘ gee I wonder, ‘and punish said person or persons’. That last part ought to be fun.
Well, the only way to get this done was to do it, and then go back to bed. Kakashi headed off and swiftly reached the site of the explosion. He was greeted at the entrance by the restaurant owner, who was dithering and ascribing all sorts of terrible things to ‘that demon’, who he was certain had been the sole author of the ‘attack’. The one-eyed Jounin toned him out after one minute of repeated accusations.
The ‘attack’ was certainly going to be costly enough for the owner. The spread of the, uh, fragrant ‘toilet leavings’ was rather extensive, right into the dining area. Not mention the spread of the noodles… It was nauseating and it was going to take a great deal of time, effort and money to clean and more importantly sanitize the restaurant enough to be reopened. And the owner was definitely going to have to get it inspected before reopening; and display the certificate of cleanliness prominently to re-attract customers.
A truly devastating attack, financially. And one that the boys would be truly innocent of completely understanding. You couldn’t expect an eight year old to completely understand the concept of germs and sanitation. Someone like Naruto for example would only understand that blowing up a toilet was smelly, messy and otherwise physically harmless. He would not understand that the spread of ‘toilet leavings’ could be, and would be a biological hazard, quadrupally so in a restaurant establishment.
But this innocent ignorance made excellent proof for Kakashi, since this was such a seemingly harmless prank; a major M.O. of Naruto. The next proof came with some careful questioning of the staff. Apparently, Naruto and Sasuke had been roughhousing in front of the restaurant a few days ago, a thing a few of the waitresses had found to be rather cute. But the owner wasn’t of like mind; he had gone out and had severally scolded, not both boys, but Naruto alone. This, according to Kakashi’s understanding of Sasuke’s feelings; was a crime worthy of capital punishment.
Kakashi had just reached his conclusions in the restaurant lobby when Iruka arrived. The two young men exchanged nods, and Iruka proceeded into the back. He rapidly returned with a disgusted grimace.
“Typical of our usual suspects?” The young teacher asked.
“The boys had been playing in the front a few days ago and the owner unleashed on Naruto alone.” Kakashi said by way of answer. Iruka sighed and nodded.
“Yeah, that’d be more than enough for Sasuke to want vengeance. We have got to do something about that boy.”
“Wouldn’t that, uh, be your job now?” Kakashi pointed out carefully. Bad move, the silver-haired Jounin found himself under the full weight of the Umino Glare ™.
“I have to deal with those two eight hours a day, six days a week, minimum.” He growled, dramatic Flames Of Wrath haloing his figure, “We were both assigned to this job, I do not think it is too much to ask for a little help from you when you are not out on a mission.” The slightly younger man strode out onto the street angrily, Kakashi trailing behind, whimpering at his near escape.
“So,” Iruka said after a full minute of fuming, “Stop that!” he added when Kakashi flinched in an exaggerated fashion, “I’ll check the boys new apartment if you’ll check the Uchiha residence?”
“Sure, they’ll probably be at one or the other.” With that, the two shinobi vanished from the front of the assaulted restaurant.
It was also a sound that Kakashi had come to dread, one that invaded his nightmares at times. It most certainly not a sound that he wanted to hear when he’d only just gotten back to Konoha last night. So when a knock on his door forced him to leave his nice, warm comfy bed, he allowed himself to groan expressively as he headed towards that door.
“What?” He demanded of the innocent Genin who stared up at him in awe.
“Ah, the, uh, the, uh, Hokage, um, he, uh-“ The boy stammered, holding out a sheet of paper. Kakashi snatched the paper, gently, and shooed the boy away. As he expected, he needn’t have had to read what the paper said, he already knew what was going to be asked: ‘find out who blew up the toilet of Nomikui restaurant-‘ gee I wonder, ‘and punish said person or persons’. That last part ought to be fun.
Well, the only way to get this done was to do it, and then go back to bed. Kakashi headed off and swiftly reached the site of the explosion. He was greeted at the entrance by the restaurant owner, who was dithering and ascribing all sorts of terrible things to ‘that demon’, who he was certain had been the sole author of the ‘attack’. The one-eyed Jounin toned him out after one minute of repeated accusations.
The ‘attack’ was certainly going to be costly enough for the owner. The spread of the, uh, fragrant ‘toilet leavings’ was rather extensive, right into the dining area. Not mention the spread of the noodles… It was nauseating and it was going to take a great deal of time, effort and money to clean and more importantly sanitize the restaurant enough to be reopened. And the owner was definitely going to have to get it inspected before reopening; and display the certificate of cleanliness prominently to re-attract customers.
A truly devastating attack, financially. And one that the boys would be truly innocent of completely understanding. You couldn’t expect an eight year old to completely understand the concept of germs and sanitation. Someone like Naruto for example would only understand that blowing up a toilet was smelly, messy and otherwise physically harmless. He would not understand that the spread of ‘toilet leavings’ could be, and would be a biological hazard, quadrupally so in a restaurant establishment.
But this innocent ignorance made excellent proof for Kakashi, since this was such a seemingly harmless prank; a major M.O. of Naruto. The next proof came with some careful questioning of the staff. Apparently, Naruto and Sasuke had been roughhousing in front of the restaurant a few days ago, a thing a few of the waitresses had found to be rather cute. But the owner wasn’t of like mind; he had gone out and had severally scolded, not both boys, but Naruto alone. This, according to Kakashi’s understanding of Sasuke’s feelings; was a crime worthy of capital punishment.
Kakashi had just reached his conclusions in the restaurant lobby when Iruka arrived. The two young men exchanged nods, and Iruka proceeded into the back. He rapidly returned with a disgusted grimace.
“Typical of our usual suspects?” The young teacher asked.
“The boys had been playing in the front a few days ago and the owner unleashed on Naruto alone.” Kakashi said by way of answer. Iruka sighed and nodded.
“Yeah, that’d be more than enough for Sasuke to want vengeance. We have got to do something about that boy.”
“Wouldn’t that, uh, be your job now?” Kakashi pointed out carefully. Bad move, the silver-haired Jounin found himself under the full weight of the Umino Glare ™.
“I have to deal with those two eight hours a day, six days a week, minimum.” He growled, dramatic Flames Of Wrath haloing his figure, “We were both assigned to this job, I do not think it is too much to ask for a little help from you when you are not out on a mission.” The slightly younger man strode out onto the street angrily, Kakashi trailing behind, whimpering at his near escape.
“So,” Iruka said after a full minute of fuming, “Stop that!” he added when Kakashi flinched in an exaggerated fashion, “I’ll check the boys new apartment if you’ll check the Uchiha residence?”
“Sure, they’ll probably be at one or the other.” With that, the two shinobi vanished from the front of the assaulted restaurant.
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“You suck.”
“It was an accident!”
“You suck!”
“So I made a little miscalculation, big deal.”
“We stink, you suck.”
“Hey, it was you’re idea in the first place!”
“You asked me for a prank, you picked the target and you still suck!”
“Dobe! The only reason we hit that place was because of you!”
“Teme! The real reason we hit that place was because of you! I said we should leave well enough alone, but no! You said that we couldn’t let that jerk get away with it! And then you said you could handle the math. I trusted you!”
“How was I supposed to know the noodles would change the reaction that way?”
“’Cause you’re the brains, but you suck!”
“Dobe!”
“Teme!”
The two noodle bedecked children pounced each other and proceeded to try and beat each other into submission, all in the safety of the one place they were certain their would-be jailors would never look, Larania’s abandoned apartment. Naruto couldn’t bear to live here anymore for the same reason Sasuke couldn’t live at the Uchiha compound, there were too many memories. But for a hideout, it was perfect; for some reason Naruto felt that his adoptive mother had seen the prank, approved and would hide them until they were clean of all evidence.
Some of that feeling must have gone into Sasuke as well, since he had met his partner in crime in the living room after they were separated in the getaway.
Of course, there wasn’t much cleaning being done….
#Thwack# “Ow!” Naruto cried out as a lucky shot from Sasuke got through his guard and landed squarely and hard on the side of the blonde’s jaw. All of Sasuke’s irritation vanished to be replaced by fear and protective anxiety.
“Oh gods, Naruto are you okay? I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I-“
“It’th okay,” Naruto slurred, trying to give his brother a reassuring look through tearing eyes, “It jutht thartled me ith all.”
“You are not okay, you’re jaw’s swelling and you’re lisping!” Sasuke scolded, hauling Naruto to his feet and dragging the smaller boy into the bathroom. Naruto uttered a token protest, but the blonde had learned that when the black-haired boy was in this mood, nothing he, Naruto, said would have an affect. To put it bluntly, Sasuke had a mother hen streak that only came out if Naruto was hurt. Sometimes when that happened, the blonde wondered if it was possible to be fussed to death.
He couldn’t help but wonder that now as Sasuke insisted that he clean his brother off and hold a cold, damp cloth to the blonde’s swelling cheek.
“I’ll be okay Thathuke, you get cleaned up too.” Naruto managed to say.
“But-“ The dark-haired boy protested. Naruto grabbed the cloth at his cheek, rinsed it and put it back in place.
“Thee, I can take care of mythelf. But you thtill thmell.” Sasuke gave Naruto a whipped puppy look. He was rather skilled at that expression. But the blonde held firm, now that he was clean-ish, the aroma exuding from Sasuke’s stained clothes was starting to get to him. So he returned stare for glare. The dark-haired boy wilted and started stripping. Since he’d been closest to the exploded toilet when it had gone ‘boom’, he’d taken the brunt of the, uh, effect. Naruto had been playing lookout at the bathroom door and so had only gotten a little on the back of his jacket.
They both still needed a shower and a scrubbing, or three, or eight, or more. But, boys being boys, they had silently agreed that for now, stripping off the soiled clothing and wiping down would suffice.
Maybe.
“You thtill thtink.” Naruto declared after Sasuke had cleaned up a bit.
“Well, so do you!” Sasuke snapped defensively.
“And whothe fault do you think that ith!” Naruto snapped back.
“You boys tell me.” An all too familiar voice said from the bathroom doorway. The two youngsters looked over, both with guilty, panicked expressions. There, lounging indolently against the doorframe was Kakashi. Behind him, arms crossed sternly, was Iruka.
“Uh-oh.” The boys chorused. They didn’t have to look to know that there were noodles leading from the front door to the bathroom, or to know that their clothing had suspicious stains on them, nor did they have to sniff to know that the ripe aroma coming from them both was more than a little suspicious. They were in trouble, and the four present all knew it.
“It was an accident!”
“You suck!”
“So I made a little miscalculation, big deal.”
“We stink, you suck.”
“Hey, it was you’re idea in the first place!”
“You asked me for a prank, you picked the target and you still suck!”
“Dobe! The only reason we hit that place was because of you!”
“Teme! The real reason we hit that place was because of you! I said we should leave well enough alone, but no! You said that we couldn’t let that jerk get away with it! And then you said you could handle the math. I trusted you!”
“How was I supposed to know the noodles would change the reaction that way?”
“’Cause you’re the brains, but you suck!”
“Dobe!”
“Teme!”
The two noodle bedecked children pounced each other and proceeded to try and beat each other into submission, all in the safety of the one place they were certain their would-be jailors would never look, Larania’s abandoned apartment. Naruto couldn’t bear to live here anymore for the same reason Sasuke couldn’t live at the Uchiha compound, there were too many memories. But for a hideout, it was perfect; for some reason Naruto felt that his adoptive mother had seen the prank, approved and would hide them until they were clean of all evidence.
Some of that feeling must have gone into Sasuke as well, since he had met his partner in crime in the living room after they were separated in the getaway.
Of course, there wasn’t much cleaning being done….
#Thwack# “Ow!” Naruto cried out as a lucky shot from Sasuke got through his guard and landed squarely and hard on the side of the blonde’s jaw. All of Sasuke’s irritation vanished to be replaced by fear and protective anxiety.
“Oh gods, Naruto are you okay? I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I-“
“It’th okay,” Naruto slurred, trying to give his brother a reassuring look through tearing eyes, “It jutht thartled me ith all.”
“You are not okay, you’re jaw’s swelling and you’re lisping!” Sasuke scolded, hauling Naruto to his feet and dragging the smaller boy into the bathroom. Naruto uttered a token protest, but the blonde had learned that when the black-haired boy was in this mood, nothing he, Naruto, said would have an affect. To put it bluntly, Sasuke had a mother hen streak that only came out if Naruto was hurt. Sometimes when that happened, the blonde wondered if it was possible to be fussed to death.
He couldn’t help but wonder that now as Sasuke insisted that he clean his brother off and hold a cold, damp cloth to the blonde’s swelling cheek.
“I’ll be okay Thathuke, you get cleaned up too.” Naruto managed to say.
“But-“ The dark-haired boy protested. Naruto grabbed the cloth at his cheek, rinsed it and put it back in place.
“Thee, I can take care of mythelf. But you thtill thmell.” Sasuke gave Naruto a whipped puppy look. He was rather skilled at that expression. But the blonde held firm, now that he was clean-ish, the aroma exuding from Sasuke’s stained clothes was starting to get to him. So he returned stare for glare. The dark-haired boy wilted and started stripping. Since he’d been closest to the exploded toilet when it had gone ‘boom’, he’d taken the brunt of the, uh, effect. Naruto had been playing lookout at the bathroom door and so had only gotten a little on the back of his jacket.
They both still needed a shower and a scrubbing, or three, or eight, or more. But, boys being boys, they had silently agreed that for now, stripping off the soiled clothing and wiping down would suffice.
Maybe.
“You thtill thtink.” Naruto declared after Sasuke had cleaned up a bit.
“Well, so do you!” Sasuke snapped defensively.
“And whothe fault do you think that ith!” Naruto snapped back.
“You boys tell me.” An all too familiar voice said from the bathroom doorway. The two youngsters looked over, both with guilty, panicked expressions. There, lounging indolently against the doorframe was Kakashi. Behind him, arms crossed sternly, was Iruka.
“Uh-oh.” The boys chorused. They didn’t have to look to know that there were noodles leading from the front door to the bathroom, or to know that their clothing had suspicious stains on them, nor did they have to sniff to know that the ripe aroma coming from them both was more than a little suspicious. They were in trouble, and the four present all knew it.
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The Hokage had a good long laugh after he read the report on the incident. He knew the owner of that particular restaurant and couldn’t help but feel a touch of malicious glee at the difficulties he would now face. And to add to that, Sandaime was thinking that instead of having the two mischief-makers help clean up the mess, they should be forced to study and understand the severity of their actions.
Yes, the old man thought, that will be best. They already know how to clean, but being forced to stay indoors and learn while the weather is so nice right now would be a better punishment. He chuckled again at the image of the face those two would make at that announcement. They had yet to be sent up, they were still being hosed off and had to be checked over for any illnesses they might have contracted.
Hmm, maybe I should request a second physical exam in a week or so to reinforce the lessons they’ll be learning. Yes, I should do that. Right now, as Kakashi had pointed out, the two brats were innocent of truly understanding sanitation. Sandaime wanted them to understand, fully, just how dangerous an exploded toilet could be so that if- shouldn’t I think when- they did it again, they’d be more careful.
Or at least not get anything on themselves, Sandaime chuckled again. Kakashi had been rather dramatic about describing how he had found the two. The search of the new apartment and the Uchiha complex had proved fruitless, so he and Iruka had started a sweep of the residential section, starting with the neighborhood that Larania had once lived in. And that was when the aroma had hit Kakashi’s very sensitive nose… He was still a little green when he came in.
Yes, the old man thought, that will be best. They already know how to clean, but being forced to stay indoors and learn while the weather is so nice right now would be a better punishment. He chuckled again at the image of the face those two would make at that announcement. They had yet to be sent up, they were still being hosed off and had to be checked over for any illnesses they might have contracted.
Hmm, maybe I should request a second physical exam in a week or so to reinforce the lessons they’ll be learning. Yes, I should do that. Right now, as Kakashi had pointed out, the two brats were innocent of truly understanding sanitation. Sandaime wanted them to understand, fully, just how dangerous an exploded toilet could be so that if- shouldn’t I think when- they did it again, they’d be more careful.
Or at least not get anything on themselves, Sandaime chuckled again. Kakashi had been rather dramatic about describing how he had found the two. The search of the new apartment and the Uchiha complex had proved fruitless, so he and Iruka had started a sweep of the residential section, starting with the neighborhood that Larania had once lived in. And that was when the aroma had hit Kakashi’s very sensitive nose… He was still a little green when he came in.
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“Naruto, get Shikamaru again, would you?” Iruka sighed. The young blonde saluted and pulled a water bottle out of his backpack. Earlier that morning, the water in it had been frozen solid. Now, there was still an icy core, but there was still enough to use on one young, sleeping student…
“I will kill you.” Shikamaru stated, one eye cracked open and fixed on the bottle that was just tilted over him. Naruto grinned like a maniac.
“No ya’ won’t!” He chirped.
“Do us all a favor and stay awake Nara.” Iruka said, recalling attention to him, “That way Naruto won’t have to douse you, and I won’t have to restrain you from trying to kill him for doing his job.” Shikamaru sulked and sat up, ignoring Naruto passively, nor aggressively. There was a real difference, one that meant the world to the young blonde.
“Stay in your seat, Inuzuka.” Iruka deadpanned in between two sentences in his lecture.
“I just gotta go to the bathroom, sensei.” Kiba said, walking to the door.
“Class ends for the day in ten minutes, you can hold it ‘til then.” the young teacher said.
“But I gotta pee!”
“Hold it in.” Iruka said, and resumed the lesson. Kiba pouted and watched. When Iruka turned his back to draw a diagram on the blackboard, the young Inuzuka started to sneak out.
“Sasuke, if you’d be so kind.” Again, Iruka controlled the class without breaking stride or even turning around. A kunai embedded itself a few inches from Kiba’s sneaking foot. The kid squeaked and reluctantly returned to his seat while under Sasuke’s full glare. Iruka sighed feelingly and continued.
When he gotten this class of advanced students, he’d assigned seating alphabetically by last name. Big Mistake. Uchiha fell just before Uzumaki. Need more be said? Therefore, in defense of his sanity, Iruka had rearranged, placing the two bra- er- boys at opposite ends of the classroom. Not that this stopped the troublemakers; they just switched their pranks for verbal disruption.
Incidentally, the relocation had placed Sasuke next to Kiba. When the Inuzuka attempted to hightail it, again, Iruka called on the skillful Uchiha to stall him while he the teacher tried to race up to nab the would-be escapee. Sasuke had damned near done the chore all by himself. So Iruka had given Sasuke the job of keeping Kiba in the classroom, which had cut down on the Inuzuka’s escape attempts dramatically. Of course, the two boys were high tempered and often fought, so Iruka had to lecture and penalize those two boys often. Still, damage was restrained to a few scratches and bruises since, while high tempered, neither boy had a cruel streak.
With Kiba keeping Sasuke busy, the verbal disruptions had diminished almost as much as Kiba’s escape attempts. So Iruka was freer to focus on other disruptions. Chouji was another problem child, but a small discussion with him after class had gotten the chronic snacker to switch from noisy, unhealthy chips and crackers, to less noisy, healthy dried fruits and other healthy snacks.
Because of Choji’s good nature, he had started to share his more appetizing snacks with his neighbors, which boosted his popularity, which also boosted his self-esteem. Any problems with Chouji: successfully solved. On to the next problem child; Shikamaru.
Shikamaru’s problem was one of chronic laziness; the boy just wouldn’t stay awake! So Iruka set that kid’s near neighbor to keeping him awake. That was when Iruka encountered a problem. The Nara kid’s first neighbor was a mean boy named Tormiya. He had taken to his job… creatively. He seemed to enjoy causing pain, and waking someone up was a good excuse, to him, to cause pain.
Needless to say, Iruka had moved, and eventually expelled Tormiya. Then he’d remembered one of Naruto’s distinguishing features. The young blonde tried to avoid causing real injury whenever possible, and would be horrified if he ever did learn that he’d hurt someone needlessly. So Naruto and Shikamaru became classroom neighbors, and Naruto got the job of keeping the chronic napper awake.
Because of Shikamaru’s previous waker, he had never begrudged Naruto his job, and even seemed grateful with what the blonde did. The one and only time that Naruto had hurt Shikamaru had been a complete accident. He’d used a low voltage, small hand buzzer and the resultant shock had made Shikamaru jump sideways. He’d ended up tangled with his seat and had wrenched his knee. Naruto had been horrified and had tried to assist his friend immediately, a welcome change from Shikamaru’s prior tormentor.
Most notably, the buzzer never made another appearance. Also notable, Shikamaru had been rather vocal in his defense when his mother had tried to make an issue out of his wrenched knee. No pressure was given for Naruto to be punished after Shikamaru’s defense.
Because of the jobs both of the worst troublemakers now had, the class was usually quiet.
“AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Usually.
“Gods dammit! Iruka-sensei-!”
“Language Nara.” The sensei sighed, lowering his clipboard, “What did I tell you earlier?”
“’Bout what?” Shikamaru asked, expression mulish. He knew dang well ‘about what’.
“If you stay awake, or even work on your perceptiveness, you won’t get wet.” Iruka stated, staring up at the boy. “Now sit down and pay attention, I have a group assignment to hand out.”
The class wide groans that followed the announcement were feeling. Iruka permitted himself a smirk; after all the problems this class had given him, he had the right to assign them difficult projects. Not even Neji and Lee’s rivalry had caused him such difficulty.
“Your assignment is a history research project.” More groans, “You and your group will find a landmark and research its history. The history of the landmark, monument, etc must be over a hundred years, and the Hokage Monument is off limits!” More groans and whines. “I am heartily tired of reading yet another poorly written, poorly researched paper done about the monument.” That was his whine; he’d earned the right to it. “Your team must have a unique landmark, no duplicates.
“Now for your teams;” He started counting, up the benches to the back and then down again, vertically instead of horizontally. He hoped to separate his two personal headaches, Naruto and Sasuke, this way. The class was large enough that he’d have eight teams of five, and one of six.
Somehow, because of sporadic density, Sasuke and Kiba ended up on a team. Ino was next, and not so subtly gloated her victory over Sakura. Then Shikamaru, who groaned over how troublesome his teammates were. The population got thick again and-
“Oh no.”
Naruto was sitting up nicely, grinning like a maniac as Iruka paused in his count. Thanks to the way the class was spread out or clustered, Naruto was going to be in the same group as Sasuke. Iruka sighed again in pain.
“Try not to cause too much chaos, please.”
“Yes Sensei.” Naruto chirped. On the other side of the classroom, Sasuke was having convulsions, trying to keep from laughing out loud in the middle of class. Doing so would ruin his image something awful. Kiba took advantage and tried to sneak out again.
“Oh, no you don’t!” #pounce#
“Ouch! Sensei!!!”
Iruka tried not to whimper, class could not end soon enough for him.
“I will kill you.” Shikamaru stated, one eye cracked open and fixed on the bottle that was just tilted over him. Naruto grinned like a maniac.
“No ya’ won’t!” He chirped.
“Do us all a favor and stay awake Nara.” Iruka said, recalling attention to him, “That way Naruto won’t have to douse you, and I won’t have to restrain you from trying to kill him for doing his job.” Shikamaru sulked and sat up, ignoring Naruto passively, nor aggressively. There was a real difference, one that meant the world to the young blonde.
“Stay in your seat, Inuzuka.” Iruka deadpanned in between two sentences in his lecture.
“I just gotta go to the bathroom, sensei.” Kiba said, walking to the door.
“Class ends for the day in ten minutes, you can hold it ‘til then.” the young teacher said.
“But I gotta pee!”
“Hold it in.” Iruka said, and resumed the lesson. Kiba pouted and watched. When Iruka turned his back to draw a diagram on the blackboard, the young Inuzuka started to sneak out.
“Sasuke, if you’d be so kind.” Again, Iruka controlled the class without breaking stride or even turning around. A kunai embedded itself a few inches from Kiba’s sneaking foot. The kid squeaked and reluctantly returned to his seat while under Sasuke’s full glare. Iruka sighed feelingly and continued.
When he gotten this class of advanced students, he’d assigned seating alphabetically by last name. Big Mistake. Uchiha fell just before Uzumaki. Need more be said? Therefore, in defense of his sanity, Iruka had rearranged, placing the two bra- er- boys at opposite ends of the classroom. Not that this stopped the troublemakers; they just switched their pranks for verbal disruption.
Incidentally, the relocation had placed Sasuke next to Kiba. When the Inuzuka attempted to hightail it, again, Iruka called on the skillful Uchiha to stall him while he the teacher tried to race up to nab the would-be escapee. Sasuke had damned near done the chore all by himself. So Iruka had given Sasuke the job of keeping Kiba in the classroom, which had cut down on the Inuzuka’s escape attempts dramatically. Of course, the two boys were high tempered and often fought, so Iruka had to lecture and penalize those two boys often. Still, damage was restrained to a few scratches and bruises since, while high tempered, neither boy had a cruel streak.
With Kiba keeping Sasuke busy, the verbal disruptions had diminished almost as much as Kiba’s escape attempts. So Iruka was freer to focus on other disruptions. Chouji was another problem child, but a small discussion with him after class had gotten the chronic snacker to switch from noisy, unhealthy chips and crackers, to less noisy, healthy dried fruits and other healthy snacks.
Because of Choji’s good nature, he had started to share his more appetizing snacks with his neighbors, which boosted his popularity, which also boosted his self-esteem. Any problems with Chouji: successfully solved. On to the next problem child; Shikamaru.
Shikamaru’s problem was one of chronic laziness; the boy just wouldn’t stay awake! So Iruka set that kid’s near neighbor to keeping him awake. That was when Iruka encountered a problem. The Nara kid’s first neighbor was a mean boy named Tormiya. He had taken to his job… creatively. He seemed to enjoy causing pain, and waking someone up was a good excuse, to him, to cause pain.
Needless to say, Iruka had moved, and eventually expelled Tormiya. Then he’d remembered one of Naruto’s distinguishing features. The young blonde tried to avoid causing real injury whenever possible, and would be horrified if he ever did learn that he’d hurt someone needlessly. So Naruto and Shikamaru became classroom neighbors, and Naruto got the job of keeping the chronic napper awake.
Because of Shikamaru’s previous waker, he had never begrudged Naruto his job, and even seemed grateful with what the blonde did. The one and only time that Naruto had hurt Shikamaru had been a complete accident. He’d used a low voltage, small hand buzzer and the resultant shock had made Shikamaru jump sideways. He’d ended up tangled with his seat and had wrenched his knee. Naruto had been horrified and had tried to assist his friend immediately, a welcome change from Shikamaru’s prior tormentor.
Most notably, the buzzer never made another appearance. Also notable, Shikamaru had been rather vocal in his defense when his mother had tried to make an issue out of his wrenched knee. No pressure was given for Naruto to be punished after Shikamaru’s defense.
Because of the jobs both of the worst troublemakers now had, the class was usually quiet.
“AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Usually.
“Gods dammit! Iruka-sensei-!”
“Language Nara.” The sensei sighed, lowering his clipboard, “What did I tell you earlier?”
“’Bout what?” Shikamaru asked, expression mulish. He knew dang well ‘about what’.
“If you stay awake, or even work on your perceptiveness, you won’t get wet.” Iruka stated, staring up at the boy. “Now sit down and pay attention, I have a group assignment to hand out.”
The class wide groans that followed the announcement were feeling. Iruka permitted himself a smirk; after all the problems this class had given him, he had the right to assign them difficult projects. Not even Neji and Lee’s rivalry had caused him such difficulty.
“Your assignment is a history research project.” More groans, “You and your group will find a landmark and research its history. The history of the landmark, monument, etc must be over a hundred years, and the Hokage Monument is off limits!” More groans and whines. “I am heartily tired of reading yet another poorly written, poorly researched paper done about the monument.” That was his whine; he’d earned the right to it. “Your team must have a unique landmark, no duplicates.
“Now for your teams;” He started counting, up the benches to the back and then down again, vertically instead of horizontally. He hoped to separate his two personal headaches, Naruto and Sasuke, this way. The class was large enough that he’d have eight teams of five, and one of six.
Somehow, because of sporadic density, Sasuke and Kiba ended up on a team. Ino was next, and not so subtly gloated her victory over Sakura. Then Shikamaru, who groaned over how troublesome his teammates were. The population got thick again and-
“Oh no.”
Naruto was sitting up nicely, grinning like a maniac as Iruka paused in his count. Thanks to the way the class was spread out or clustered, Naruto was going to be in the same group as Sasuke. Iruka sighed again in pain.
“Try not to cause too much chaos, please.”
“Yes Sensei.” Naruto chirped. On the other side of the classroom, Sasuke was having convulsions, trying to keep from laughing out loud in the middle of class. Doing so would ruin his image something awful. Kiba took advantage and tried to sneak out again.
“Oh, no you don’t!” #pounce#
“Ouch! Sensei!!!”
Iruka tried not to whimper, class could not end soon enough for him.
~*~*~
Troublesome assignment, Shikamaru thought as he and his team trooped out of the school building. He noticed Sasuke glance at his watch and then the position of the sun. And then the young Nara watched as Sasuke got tackled to the ground as Ino professed her undying love to the boy.
“Sigh”
“Get the hell off of me, you psychotic leech!”
“Ah, Sasuke, you say the sweetest things.”
“Did I just hear that?” Kiba asked Naruto and Shikamaru under his breath while Sasuke tried to pry Ino off with a handy stick. Needless to say, the stick broke before Ino’s Glomp o’ Death ™ did.
“Help!” Shikamaru arched a brow as the infamously proud Uchiha begged for assistance. Naruto immediately tried to rescue his foster brother, Kiba following a few moments later. Huh, who needs daytime TV when you can just watch three boys get out-muscled by one girl. Several minutes of prying, groaning and muted swearing passed before Shikamaru finally butted in.
“You know, if we wait too much longer, we’re not going to be able to find a good landmark that the other teams haven’t already gotten.” He drawled, “Sakura’s team might get a better grade than ours because of it.” Ino launched to her feet, fire in her eyes, Sasuke forgotten in her zeal to defeat (aka: get a better grade than) her hated rival. On the ground, the pained groans came in triplicate.
“Well, shall we?” More groans as a weary Kiba hauled himself to his feet and Naruto helped a traumatized Sasuke up to his. The team took off, looking from some memorable land mark that the other teams hadn’t gotten yet. Each time they found something promising, they’d go back to Iruka-sensei, who was organizing and grading papers, only to find that someone else had already claimed it. Finally, Naruto declared that they’d have to leave the inner city to get something good.
Shikamaru complained that that was too troublesome, and Kiba growled about taking orders from the blonde, but Sasuke agreed with Naruto and that was that. They headed out to the training fields, Kiba stating halfway there that he knew of something promising and quickly he led the way.
“Ta-da!” He said, dramatically pointing to a rectangular block of inscribed stone sitting in the middle of a small flagstone court. Ino looked at it curiously, and Shikamaru pondered what it could possibly be. There were a lot of names written on it. Then he noticed Naruto and Sasuke’s expressions.
Naruto walked up to the stone, head bowed, and knelt before it, fishing a thin knife out of his pocket. He inserted the tip into a tiny, nearly invisible notch at the very top of the inset, inscribed face. Tugging, he was able to pull out the entire front slab and very carefully set it to one side. Then he pulled out another, then another.
On the fifth slab, he stopped and gently, perhaps reverently?- felt one name out of the mass of others.
“Is that-?” Sasuke asked softly from the spot he’d taken just behind Naruto.
“Yeah,” The blonde said, sniffling and rubbing his eyes on his sleeve, “it’s Kaa-san’s name.”
“What is it?” Ino asked gently, apparently aware that this was a sensitive subject.
“A memorial to fallen heroes.” Sasuke answered gruffly.
“Should we, uh, I know something else that might…” Kiba offered awkwardly. Naruto’s head was still bowed, the normally loudmouthed, overly cheerful idiot disturbingly quiet. Suddenly he shook and stood, grinning falsely.
“Why don’t we go check that out?” He chirped. Shikamaru frowned, wondering suddenly if all of the blonde’s cheer had always been as fake.
Kiba led the way again, leading the small team deep into the surrounding forest. They entered a thick patch where it was impossible to see more then a few feet in front. Suddenly, the undergrowth vanished and the five kids stood before the biggest damned tree they’d ever seen in the tree-choked Fire Lands.
“It’s got to be over four hundred feet tall…” (1) Sasuke murmured in awe. Shikamaru silently wondered about that, but thought that Sasuke was probably close to the truth. But the tree was not only tall, it was really thick too.
“It almost looks like it several trees grown together…” He said. The others nodded in agreement before moving closer. The impossible tree’s base covered nearly as much space as the average small house. About forty feet up the branchless trunk was a thick rope with holy streamers, signaling that this was a revered tree. After that rope, the trunk split into several smaller others, each smaller trunk the size of a large tree itself. Between the split trunk and the way that the bottom trunk dipped and waved, it really looked like a dense thicket that had grown together over time.
“I wonder what’s inside it?” Kiba said in a meant-to-be-overheard voice. Shikamaru noticed then that there did seem to be a hollow in the center of the nest of trunks.
“I wonder…” Sasuke mussed, his eyes half-lidded in curiosity. Naruto grinned at them all challengingly.
“I bet I can get up there first!” He said before racing up the tree.
“Cheater!” Kiba yelled, right on Naruto’s heels, Sasuke a pace behind them.
“Boys!” Ino stated in the way all girls will when condemning the other sex. Shikamaru rolled his eyes, mendokuse.
The three tree climbers swiftly reached the branching point, giving Shikamaru something with which to compare size. The tree was even larger than he’d initially thought; the rope alone was nearly the size of the other boys’ torsos. The others let curiosity outweigh competition and immediately peered into the hollow. They paused, then-
“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Down they came, so fast that Shikamaru and Ino didn’t have time to respond as they swept past, grabbing the other two on the way. They kept running, away from the tree, ignoring Ino’s demands to know what was going on and Shikamaru’s pleas for them to please stop. The other three didn’t stop until they ran into a silver-haired Jounin in a mask. Naruto and Sasuke immediately swarmed over to him.
“KAKASHI-SAAAN!!!”
“Out there-!”
“Big tree-!”
“Inside, out there-!”
“HU-UGE teeth and-!”
“Bones! Huge bones and-!”
“Scary stuff-!”
“Scales and spines and-!”
“The Teeth and-!”
“It was SCA-REE!!! WAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!” The two finally chorused, each clinging to a leg while Kiba continued to cut off the circulation in Shikamaru’s arm, much to the Nara’s disagreement. Ino, in the mean time, looked like she was having a personal image shattered as she watched Sasuke act like any other eight year old would when he has encountered something traumatizing. The Jounin, Kakashi, sighed heavily and began to try and calm the boys down enough to deal with them. Shikamaru wished him the best of luck before he attempted to reclaim his maltreated arm.
“Sigh”
“Get the hell off of me, you psychotic leech!”
“Ah, Sasuke, you say the sweetest things.”
“Did I just hear that?” Kiba asked Naruto and Shikamaru under his breath while Sasuke tried to pry Ino off with a handy stick. Needless to say, the stick broke before Ino’s Glomp o’ Death ™ did.
“Help!” Shikamaru arched a brow as the infamously proud Uchiha begged for assistance. Naruto immediately tried to rescue his foster brother, Kiba following a few moments later. Huh, who needs daytime TV when you can just watch three boys get out-muscled by one girl. Several minutes of prying, groaning and muted swearing passed before Shikamaru finally butted in.
“You know, if we wait too much longer, we’re not going to be able to find a good landmark that the other teams haven’t already gotten.” He drawled, “Sakura’s team might get a better grade than ours because of it.” Ino launched to her feet, fire in her eyes, Sasuke forgotten in her zeal to defeat (aka: get a better grade than) her hated rival. On the ground, the pained groans came in triplicate.
“Well, shall we?” More groans as a weary Kiba hauled himself to his feet and Naruto helped a traumatized Sasuke up to his. The team took off, looking from some memorable land mark that the other teams hadn’t gotten yet. Each time they found something promising, they’d go back to Iruka-sensei, who was organizing and grading papers, only to find that someone else had already claimed it. Finally, Naruto declared that they’d have to leave the inner city to get something good.
Shikamaru complained that that was too troublesome, and Kiba growled about taking orders from the blonde, but Sasuke agreed with Naruto and that was that. They headed out to the training fields, Kiba stating halfway there that he knew of something promising and quickly he led the way.
“Ta-da!” He said, dramatically pointing to a rectangular block of inscribed stone sitting in the middle of a small flagstone court. Ino looked at it curiously, and Shikamaru pondered what it could possibly be. There were a lot of names written on it. Then he noticed Naruto and Sasuke’s expressions.
Naruto walked up to the stone, head bowed, and knelt before it, fishing a thin knife out of his pocket. He inserted the tip into a tiny, nearly invisible notch at the very top of the inset, inscribed face. Tugging, he was able to pull out the entire front slab and very carefully set it to one side. Then he pulled out another, then another.
On the fifth slab, he stopped and gently, perhaps reverently?- felt one name out of the mass of others.
“Is that-?” Sasuke asked softly from the spot he’d taken just behind Naruto.
“Yeah,” The blonde said, sniffling and rubbing his eyes on his sleeve, “it’s Kaa-san’s name.”
“What is it?” Ino asked gently, apparently aware that this was a sensitive subject.
“A memorial to fallen heroes.” Sasuke answered gruffly.
“Should we, uh, I know something else that might…” Kiba offered awkwardly. Naruto’s head was still bowed, the normally loudmouthed, overly cheerful idiot disturbingly quiet. Suddenly he shook and stood, grinning falsely.
“Why don’t we go check that out?” He chirped. Shikamaru frowned, wondering suddenly if all of the blonde’s cheer had always been as fake.
Kiba led the way again, leading the small team deep into the surrounding forest. They entered a thick patch where it was impossible to see more then a few feet in front. Suddenly, the undergrowth vanished and the five kids stood before the biggest damned tree they’d ever seen in the tree-choked Fire Lands.
“It’s got to be over four hundred feet tall…” (1) Sasuke murmured in awe. Shikamaru silently wondered about that, but thought that Sasuke was probably close to the truth. But the tree was not only tall, it was really thick too.
“It almost looks like it several trees grown together…” He said. The others nodded in agreement before moving closer. The impossible tree’s base covered nearly as much space as the average small house. About forty feet up the branchless trunk was a thick rope with holy streamers, signaling that this was a revered tree. After that rope, the trunk split into several smaller others, each smaller trunk the size of a large tree itself. Between the split trunk and the way that the bottom trunk dipped and waved, it really looked like a dense thicket that had grown together over time.
“I wonder what’s inside it?” Kiba said in a meant-to-be-overheard voice. Shikamaru noticed then that there did seem to be a hollow in the center of the nest of trunks.
“I wonder…” Sasuke mussed, his eyes half-lidded in curiosity. Naruto grinned at them all challengingly.
“I bet I can get up there first!” He said before racing up the tree.
“Cheater!” Kiba yelled, right on Naruto’s heels, Sasuke a pace behind them.
“Boys!” Ino stated in the way all girls will when condemning the other sex. Shikamaru rolled his eyes, mendokuse.
The three tree climbers swiftly reached the branching point, giving Shikamaru something with which to compare size. The tree was even larger than he’d initially thought; the rope alone was nearly the size of the other boys’ torsos. The others let curiosity outweigh competition and immediately peered into the hollow. They paused, then-
“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Down they came, so fast that Shikamaru and Ino didn’t have time to respond as they swept past, grabbing the other two on the way. They kept running, away from the tree, ignoring Ino’s demands to know what was going on and Shikamaru’s pleas for them to please stop. The other three didn’t stop until they ran into a silver-haired Jounin in a mask. Naruto and Sasuke immediately swarmed over to him.
“KAKASHI-SAAAN!!!”
“Out there-!”
“Big tree-!”
“Inside, out there-!”
“HU-UGE teeth and-!”
“Bones! Huge bones and-!”
“Scary stuff-!”
“Scales and spines and-!”
“The Teeth and-!”
“It was SCA-REE!!! WAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!” The two finally chorused, each clinging to a leg while Kiba continued to cut off the circulation in Shikamaru’s arm, much to the Nara’s disagreement. Ino, in the mean time, looked like she was having a personal image shattered as she watched Sasuke act like any other eight year old would when he has encountered something traumatizing. The Jounin, Kakashi, sighed heavily and began to try and calm the boys down enough to deal with them. Shikamaru wished him the best of luck before he attempted to reclaim his maltreated arm.
~*~*~
“So that’s all it was, just the remnants of a monster defeated long ago.” The Hokage said, finishing the tale of how the many headed Hydra had been defeated by the four that would originate the Hyuuga, Nara, Aburame and Inuzuka clans. They were also known as the Founding Four, since legend had it that those four clans had inhabited the Konoha city valley long before Konoha had existed.
The five children before him were clearly enraptured by the tale, Kiba and Shikamaru especially. Those two youngsters were amazed to hear how their ancestors had worked together to kill the foreign monster that had first ravaged the Nara’s deer herds before moving onto the people.
Thankfully the founder of Nara had seen how each head that had been sliced off had been replaced and how long it took for that to happen. He had realized that if each neck stump was burned a new head couldn’t grow. But how to get close enough to the monster to do that and not get eaten first?
Aburame had used his skill in manipulating insects to have them cover the monster’s eyes; Inuzuka had sent his large, strong dogs to hold it down. There was some debate as to whether Inuzuka had joined his dogs in grappling the monster, personally Sandaime couldn’t imagine that he wouldn’t risk his life along side his dogs’. Historians also debated as to who precisely between Hyuuga and Nara was the one to burn and the one to cut. Not that it matter, all four had risked their lives to kill the foreign, Western creature and then bury it beneath a Holy tree which had then grown to incredible size. The skeletal remains in the hollow of that tree had been what had frightened the boys so much since the remains still gave out a malevolent aura.
“So, are you still planning on using the tree in your history project?” Sandaime asked.
“Yes!” The five youngsters chorused loudly. Hokage chuckled softly at the children’s enthusiasm while Kakashi nodded benevolently.
“Well, Kiba, Ino and Shikamaru can look up the rest of the legend in the library,” Kakashi said, “But you two!” He pointed at Naruto and Sasuke, “You have remedial lessons to take and you are dead late.”
“Ah, but Kakashi-saaaaaaaaan!” Naruto whined while Sasuke muttered about how Kakashi wouldn’t know what being on time was even if it smacked him in the face. Shikamaru meanwhile discreetly urged Kiba and Ino to leave with him after he had bowed politely to Hokage.
Sandaime nodded back before returning to the paper work that engulfed his desk. He’d been interrupted in his repetitive readings and signings of petition after petition. But if the interruptions were like this last one, involving the precious children in his village in the most harmless of ways, he could stand to be interrupted more often. Sandaime wondered what kind of grade those youngsters would get, the Hydra legend had been all but forgotten, it could stand to be revived. Then he sighed, he had to get back to work.
The five children before him were clearly enraptured by the tale, Kiba and Shikamaru especially. Those two youngsters were amazed to hear how their ancestors had worked together to kill the foreign monster that had first ravaged the Nara’s deer herds before moving onto the people.
Thankfully the founder of Nara had seen how each head that had been sliced off had been replaced and how long it took for that to happen. He had realized that if each neck stump was burned a new head couldn’t grow. But how to get close enough to the monster to do that and not get eaten first?
Aburame had used his skill in manipulating insects to have them cover the monster’s eyes; Inuzuka had sent his large, strong dogs to hold it down. There was some debate as to whether Inuzuka had joined his dogs in grappling the monster, personally Sandaime couldn’t imagine that he wouldn’t risk his life along side his dogs’. Historians also debated as to who precisely between Hyuuga and Nara was the one to burn and the one to cut. Not that it matter, all four had risked their lives to kill the foreign, Western creature and then bury it beneath a Holy tree which had then grown to incredible size. The skeletal remains in the hollow of that tree had been what had frightened the boys so much since the remains still gave out a malevolent aura.
“So, are you still planning on using the tree in your history project?” Sandaime asked.
“Yes!” The five youngsters chorused loudly. Hokage chuckled softly at the children’s enthusiasm while Kakashi nodded benevolently.
“Well, Kiba, Ino and Shikamaru can look up the rest of the legend in the library,” Kakashi said, “But you two!” He pointed at Naruto and Sasuke, “You have remedial lessons to take and you are dead late.”
“Ah, but Kakashi-saaaaaaaaan!” Naruto whined while Sasuke muttered about how Kakashi wouldn’t know what being on time was even if it smacked him in the face. Shikamaru meanwhile discreetly urged Kiba and Ino to leave with him after he had bowed politely to Hokage.
Sandaime nodded back before returning to the paper work that engulfed his desk. He’d been interrupted in his repetitive readings and signings of petition after petition. But if the interruptions were like this last one, involving the precious children in his village in the most harmless of ways, he could stand to be interrupted more often. Sandaime wondered what kind of grade those youngsters would get, the Hydra legend had been all but forgotten, it could stand to be revived. Then he sighed, he had to get back to work.
~*~*~
Deep in the forest, under an ancient, giant tree, an even more ancient evil stirred. An old equally, evil power had revived it, and the presence of the descendants of its enemies had awoken it. It was too weak now to do anything, and its body was so many bones and dust. But that could change, with time and patience. It could wait, it had waited for thousands of years for its vengeance already, it could wait longer. Now, as always, time was on its side against these weak, mortal, mayfly humans. In time, it would have vengeance. All in due time.
~*~*~
(1): The General Sherman Tree in Sequoia National Park is 274.9 feet tall or 83.8 meters. Some redwoods have been recorded at around 350 feet or 106.7 meters tall. Therefore, the holy prison tree is damned big, needless to say.
A.S.: Dun dun dun. The plot thickens, but not really. I originally planned for the Hydra to just be something scary that the boys saw, but talking with my boyfriend/part-time beta reader decided me to have the Hydra be something really scary that all the kids had to face.
Does anyone recognize the legend that it came from? The Hydra was one of the monsters that Hercules had to face. He and his cousin (whose name I don’t remember) fought it, Hercules slicing off heads, the cousin burning the stumps. Hercules then buried the immortal head under a rock somewhere. The end. I just borrowed the legend and tweaked it a little to suit my purposes. Does it work?
Did anyone notice how Naruto and Sasuke raced up to Kakashi like he was their protector? Cute ain’t it?
One last thing: I AM A FANART WHORE!!!!!!!! Gimme fanart and I love you forever as well as type faster. I don’t care how crappy you think your drawing is, mine’s automatically worse in spite of two semesters in a drawing class. But because of those art classes, I think I can give some concrit if it’s wanted.
And here I go rambling again. On to the next story and will someone tell Shisui to leave me alone? I don’t want to start Another fic and about him of all people! Jan e y’all!
A.S.: Dun dun dun. The plot thickens, but not really. I originally planned for the Hydra to just be something scary that the boys saw, but talking with my boyfriend/part-time beta reader decided me to have the Hydra be something really scary that all the kids had to face.
Does anyone recognize the legend that it came from? The Hydra was one of the monsters that Hercules had to face. He and his cousin (whose name I don’t remember) fought it, Hercules slicing off heads, the cousin burning the stumps. Hercules then buried the immortal head under a rock somewhere. The end. I just borrowed the legend and tweaked it a little to suit my purposes. Does it work?
Did anyone notice how Naruto and Sasuke raced up to Kakashi like he was their protector? Cute ain’t it?
One last thing: I AM A FANART WHORE!!!!!!!! Gimme fanart and I love you forever as well as type faster. I don’t care how crappy you think your drawing is, mine’s automatically worse in spite of two semesters in a drawing class. But because of those art classes, I think I can give some concrit if it’s wanted.
And here I go rambling again. On to the next story and will someone tell Shisui to leave me alone? I don’t want to start Another fic and about him of all people! Jan e y’all!