Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Complete and Total Randomness ❯ Chapter 1: Ninja Schools and Random songs ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Ayame_san 
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.17.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 235 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.17.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 235 | Status: Completed
Complete and Total Randomness
Rikku: 6 yrs old
Ayame: 6 yrs old
Warnings: Randomness and some tad bits of shounen-ai…
Rikku: Don’t own Naruto…
Chapter One
This is a story of Ayame and Rikku’s complete and total randomness. Let’s start off with something simple; like how they met. Well, both having grown up in Konoha, Village of Hidden Leaf Shinobi, taught them to be somewhat coordinated ninjas; meaning, they don’t get their asses kicked for their, as said before, complete and total randomness. To put it plainly, they have no self control whatsoever…Well maybe Ayame, but she’s learned to use that brain of hers to stop Rikku from doing anything too stupid…not that it does any good. Rikku can be such a persuasive little bitch when she wants to be…
Now usually, you don’t necessarily see sane people out and about in the rain…diving into freezing pools…fully clothed. But that’s not the case with Rikku and Ayame. Oh no. Then again, they’re not entirely sane to begin with. Nope, they lost what little sanity they had sometime before they decided it would be fun to jump off of their roof. Well, Rikku, being the genius that she is, bet she could jump…one thing led to another….and yeah. Enough said.
Let’s move along to their first day of school. It started off as any other summer day would have…should have started out. Oh yes it surely did. But; yes there’s a but, you should know…or I should warn you, that ‘buts’ in my story can never be good…Sorry, lost my train of thought…where was I? Oh yeah. First day of school.
-
Hanasaki Rikku scowled, following her mother dutifully down the empty school hall. She crossed her arms and glared into the back of the woman’s head, hoping to let her feel even the slightest bit of her anger. Her defiant steps sounded off the walls in attempts to annoy her further.
Eventually reaching a random classroom, her mother turned, casting her stern eyes upon her daughter, and pointed towards the door, “Go. Now, or I swear I’ll–”
“Going!” the girl interrupted quickly, darting into the now open door. The relatively small room was crammed with adolescent snots about her age, staring down at her curiously as though she was some new scientific discovery. Yeah. This was going to be one shitty year. About to turn and leave the hellhole, her tiny wrist was caught by the teacher, she groaned inwardly, turning to greet the tall – from her point of view – man.
“No need to worry kiddo, everyone’s nervous their first day of school,” he said in what she supposed was meant to be comforting tone. She felt her eye twitch slightly as she was led to the front of the room, her wrist still captured within the mans vice-like grip. “Now,” he paused before the class, turning to her, “Why don’t you tell us your name.”
A small blush spread across her cheeks slightly as she nervously turned to the class, alternating glances between her wrist and the seemingly endless rows of hyperactive children. Damn. Sighing in defeat, shoulders slumping, she turned to stare at the class, “R-Rikku. Hanasaki Rikku.”
The diabolical man smiled warmly, “Well, Hanasaki-san, I’ll be your teacher, Umino Iruka. Why don’t you find a seat…” He glanced about the students, looking for a spare seat, “Ah! I believe there’s an empty seat besides Niamoshi-san. Niamoshi-san, please raise your hand,”
Rikku glanced up at the excessively large pack of students, sitting ever so innocently behind their desks, smiling like the pathetic little fools they are. A small redhead raised her hand lazily, head slumped on the desk; whether she was even aware of what she was doing or what was going on was a mystery to her. And thus, with another sigh, Rikku trudged ever so miserably up the steps and to her dreaded seat, beside some girl she had never in her life seen. She sat with a scowl, crossing her tiny arms over her chest, and glared off into some random wall.
Stupid ninja school. Stupid gay teacher. And stupid queerly happy brats!
-
Niamoshi Ayame's mother half dragged-half carried her daughter into the Konohagakure Shinobi Academy, muttering threats and what not at the impossible girl. “Stop being so difficult, Ayame! You can’t be late for your first day of school!”
Ayame pouted, flailing her feet underneath her, showing more energy than she had in years…which was saying a lot. They arrived at the classroom faster than she would have liked, her mother jerking the door open desperately and shrugging the girl off – who had somehow managed to climb her way onto her back – and dropped her on her ass. Ayame stumbled back a few steps as the door slammed shut once again, trapping her within the confinements of this new prison her mother had concocted in order to keep her somewhat normal.
Frowning in annoyance, she stood, dusting herself, and turned. Her brow furrowed upon catching sight of the class of students. Lots of chairs and lots of desks equaled lots of kids, which would gradually hasten her upcoming suicide. She didn’t even bother to glance at the smiling teacher as she mumbled her name and picked out a random seat amongst all the others. She wasn’t all that stupid, which is why her seat was coincidentally located at the top row, in the last chair, with a window. The only damnable chair with a window. Oddly enough.
Three minutes later found the young redhead sound asleep and drooling upon the worn desk.
So maybe school wasn’t as that bad. It did have its advantages.
She heard her name being said not a few minutes – or what felt like minutes – later, and barely managed to register the words, raising her hand lazily. She heard someone plunk down on the seat beside her after a moment, but was too tired to make a move of acknowledgement, which seemed to suit the other just fine.
-
The bell rang shrilly in her ears, causing an unconscious wince from the girl. She stood, albeit begrudgingly, and followed the hoards of children out into the hall. Rikku scanned the crowd for someone who looked at least somewhat normal. She rolled her eyes, sneaking past the morons and finding herself a nice, quiet spot, away from the little snots who would no doubt manage to corrupt her little mind if given the chance.
Rikku yawned, plopping down under a random tree, lying down against the warm summer grass and closing her eyes.
“Hey…this is my spot, get lost…”
Rikku opened a single eye, groaning, “What…?” it was the girl from the classroom. The snoring chick sitting beside her the entire class period, which she had had to endure. She wasn’t about to give up her nice little spot, under a tree…a random tree, “Look, you had your nap, so screw off!”
“Do you know the muffin man, the muffin man, the muffin man? Do you know the muffin man who lives on…”
Rikku and the girl both turned to face the singing boy who had somehow managed to sneak up behind them, a white ball of fur appearing beneath his gray jacket. The boy’s cheeks had strange red markings, causing them – or Rikku, she wasn’t sure about the other girl – to blink. That, and the fact that he was skipping around with the – what she had now identified to be a puppy; a cute one at that – fur ball, singing some random and completely insane song.
She shook her head; there would definitely be no napping after this. Especially with the blonde haired, blue eyed boy in a randomly bright orange attire, sitting on a dark-haired boys lap. Of course, both were well hidden behind some random bush, but from her position, she could well see them both.
But, enough of that. Back to the boy at hand. Who had stopped before them both with a childish grin on his face.
“Hi! I’m Kiba! And this is Akamaru!” he pointed to the dog in his sweater, who, at the sound of his name, poked his little head out and barked.
Rikku smiled nervously, “Er…yeah…hi. I’m, uh…Rikku…”
“Ayame.” Replied the girl beside her, her emerald eyes fixated on the puppy, “Can I pet him?”
Kiba look hesitant for a moment, before shrugging unzipping his jack, letting the dog tumble the short distance to the redhead’s awaiting arms. He turned to Rikku and grinned, “Do you know the muffin man?”
Rikku couldn’t help but retort, “Yup! I’m married to the muffin man!” she grinned, sticking out her tongue. Ayame had by now put down Akamaru, who she had affectionately renamed Little Bunny Fufu, and sat up.
Thus, she began her little song, “Yes I know the muffin man, the muffin man, the muffin man. Yes I know the muffin man who lives on Druery Lane. Rikku’s married to the muffin man, the muffin man, the muffin man….” A hard punch in the arm was her reward, and she found herself nursing a new bruise. She shrugged, grinned, and began a new tune, “Little Bunny Fufu hoppin’ through the forest, scoopin’ up the field mice and boppin’ them on the head. Down came the good fairy…and she said,” she took a deep breath, “Little Bunny Fufu I don’t want to see you scoppin’ up the field mice and boppin’ them on the head…”
They laughed their tiny asses off until the bell rang, and they were forced back into the classroom coughcoughprisoncough once again.
-
Rikku grinned, walking along side her new friend, who was currently singing another on of her demented songs, “I woke up in the morning, and looked upon the wall, mosquitoes and the bedbugs, were having a game of ball. The score was four to seven, mosquitoes were ahead. The bedbug hit a homerun and knocked me out of bed, singing ini-mini-mini-mini-mo, catch a tigger, tigger by the toe…” and probably would have continued to amuse the other, if she had not run head first and collided into some poor, random bystander. Rikku blinked, stifling a laugh as Ayame fell flat on her ass.
Ayame scowled up at the person she blamed responsible for her fall, “Hey! Watch where you’re going! You could at least say you’re sorry, you jerk!”
Rikku sighed, rolling her eyes and turned to face the stranger. She blinked, “Um, I think she means she’s sorry.” She replied, somewhat flustered, and turned to help Ayame up. Ayame, of course not missing the blush on the girl’s cheeks, grinned, turning to the stranger.
“I suppose I can forgive you for so rudely crashing into me,” the boy seemed unimpressed, merely seeming to grow annoyed, “If you tell me your name!” she chirped.
He quirked a brow, “Uchiha Itachi.” He responded coldly, brushing past them both.
Rikku stuffed her hands in her pockets and followed Ayame down the random path which they were randomly walking along. Ayame grinned, a wicked little grin, catching the other girl’s full attention. This couldn’t be good. At least not for her.
She took in a large breath, and then, “Do you know the muffin man, the muffin man, the muffin man? Do you know the muffin man who lives on Druery Lane. Rikku’s married to the muffin man, the muffin man, the muffin man. Itachi is the muffin man who–“ and Rikku’s fist coincidentally collided with Ayame's face.
Rikku, being too busy stomping off, and Ayame, too busy rubbing her sore cheek, that neither ever noticed the two innocent boys molesting each other behind the bush. Nope. Just the squirrels. Poor squirrels. I don’t think they were quite ready for that.
Well, the moral of this…chapter is…um…randomness can be a very dangerous thing, if handled inappropriately, not that Ayame and Rikku were much of a good example.
Rikku: I don’t know what the hell possessed me to write this…
Ayame: Well, we were really, really bored. I’d say that about sums it up…
Rikku: Ayame is such a bad influence on me…
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Rikku: 6 yrs old
Ayame: 6 yrs old
Warnings: Randomness and some tad bits of shounen-ai…
Rikku: Don’t own Naruto…
Chapter One
This is a story of Ayame and Rikku’s complete and total randomness. Let’s start off with something simple; like how they met. Well, both having grown up in Konoha, Village of Hidden Leaf Shinobi, taught them to be somewhat coordinated ninjas; meaning, they don’t get their asses kicked for their, as said before, complete and total randomness. To put it plainly, they have no self control whatsoever…Well maybe Ayame, but she’s learned to use that brain of hers to stop Rikku from doing anything too stupid…not that it does any good. Rikku can be such a persuasive little bitch when she wants to be…
Now usually, you don’t necessarily see sane people out and about in the rain…diving into freezing pools…fully clothed. But that’s not the case with Rikku and Ayame. Oh no. Then again, they’re not entirely sane to begin with. Nope, they lost what little sanity they had sometime before they decided it would be fun to jump off of their roof. Well, Rikku, being the genius that she is, bet she could jump…one thing led to another….and yeah. Enough said.
Let’s move along to their first day of school. It started off as any other summer day would have…should have started out. Oh yes it surely did. But; yes there’s a but, you should know…or I should warn you, that ‘buts’ in my story can never be good…Sorry, lost my train of thought…where was I? Oh yeah. First day of school.
-
Hanasaki Rikku scowled, following her mother dutifully down the empty school hall. She crossed her arms and glared into the back of the woman’s head, hoping to let her feel even the slightest bit of her anger. Her defiant steps sounded off the walls in attempts to annoy her further.
Eventually reaching a random classroom, her mother turned, casting her stern eyes upon her daughter, and pointed towards the door, “Go. Now, or I swear I’ll–”
“Going!” the girl interrupted quickly, darting into the now open door. The relatively small room was crammed with adolescent snots about her age, staring down at her curiously as though she was some new scientific discovery. Yeah. This was going to be one shitty year. About to turn and leave the hellhole, her tiny wrist was caught by the teacher, she groaned inwardly, turning to greet the tall – from her point of view – man.
“No need to worry kiddo, everyone’s nervous their first day of school,” he said in what she supposed was meant to be comforting tone. She felt her eye twitch slightly as she was led to the front of the room, her wrist still captured within the mans vice-like grip. “Now,” he paused before the class, turning to her, “Why don’t you tell us your name.”
A small blush spread across her cheeks slightly as she nervously turned to the class, alternating glances between her wrist and the seemingly endless rows of hyperactive children. Damn. Sighing in defeat, shoulders slumping, she turned to stare at the class, “R-Rikku. Hanasaki Rikku.”
The diabolical man smiled warmly, “Well, Hanasaki-san, I’ll be your teacher, Umino Iruka. Why don’t you find a seat…” He glanced about the students, looking for a spare seat, “Ah! I believe there’s an empty seat besides Niamoshi-san. Niamoshi-san, please raise your hand,”
Rikku glanced up at the excessively large pack of students, sitting ever so innocently behind their desks, smiling like the pathetic little fools they are. A small redhead raised her hand lazily, head slumped on the desk; whether she was even aware of what she was doing or what was going on was a mystery to her. And thus, with another sigh, Rikku trudged ever so miserably up the steps and to her dreaded seat, beside some girl she had never in her life seen. She sat with a scowl, crossing her tiny arms over her chest, and glared off into some random wall.
Stupid ninja school. Stupid gay teacher. And stupid queerly happy brats!
-
Niamoshi Ayame's mother half dragged-half carried her daughter into the Konohagakure Shinobi Academy, muttering threats and what not at the impossible girl. “Stop being so difficult, Ayame! You can’t be late for your first day of school!”
Ayame pouted, flailing her feet underneath her, showing more energy than she had in years…which was saying a lot. They arrived at the classroom faster than she would have liked, her mother jerking the door open desperately and shrugging the girl off – who had somehow managed to climb her way onto her back – and dropped her on her ass. Ayame stumbled back a few steps as the door slammed shut once again, trapping her within the confinements of this new prison her mother had concocted in order to keep her somewhat normal.
Frowning in annoyance, she stood, dusting herself, and turned. Her brow furrowed upon catching sight of the class of students. Lots of chairs and lots of desks equaled lots of kids, which would gradually hasten her upcoming suicide. She didn’t even bother to glance at the smiling teacher as she mumbled her name and picked out a random seat amongst all the others. She wasn’t all that stupid, which is why her seat was coincidentally located at the top row, in the last chair, with a window. The only damnable chair with a window. Oddly enough.
Three minutes later found the young redhead sound asleep and drooling upon the worn desk.
So maybe school wasn’t as that bad. It did have its advantages.
She heard her name being said not a few minutes – or what felt like minutes – later, and barely managed to register the words, raising her hand lazily. She heard someone plunk down on the seat beside her after a moment, but was too tired to make a move of acknowledgement, which seemed to suit the other just fine.
-
The bell rang shrilly in her ears, causing an unconscious wince from the girl. She stood, albeit begrudgingly, and followed the hoards of children out into the hall. Rikku scanned the crowd for someone who looked at least somewhat normal. She rolled her eyes, sneaking past the morons and finding herself a nice, quiet spot, away from the little snots who would no doubt manage to corrupt her little mind if given the chance.
Rikku yawned, plopping down under a random tree, lying down against the warm summer grass and closing her eyes.
“Hey…this is my spot, get lost…”
Rikku opened a single eye, groaning, “What…?” it was the girl from the classroom. The snoring chick sitting beside her the entire class period, which she had had to endure. She wasn’t about to give up her nice little spot, under a tree…a random tree, “Look, you had your nap, so screw off!”
“Do you know the muffin man, the muffin man, the muffin man? Do you know the muffin man who lives on…”
Rikku and the girl both turned to face the singing boy who had somehow managed to sneak up behind them, a white ball of fur appearing beneath his gray jacket. The boy’s cheeks had strange red markings, causing them – or Rikku, she wasn’t sure about the other girl – to blink. That, and the fact that he was skipping around with the – what she had now identified to be a puppy; a cute one at that – fur ball, singing some random and completely insane song.
She shook her head; there would definitely be no napping after this. Especially with the blonde haired, blue eyed boy in a randomly bright orange attire, sitting on a dark-haired boys lap. Of course, both were well hidden behind some random bush, but from her position, she could well see them both.
But, enough of that. Back to the boy at hand. Who had stopped before them both with a childish grin on his face.
“Hi! I’m Kiba! And this is Akamaru!” he pointed to the dog in his sweater, who, at the sound of his name, poked his little head out and barked.
Rikku smiled nervously, “Er…yeah…hi. I’m, uh…Rikku…”
“Ayame.” Replied the girl beside her, her emerald eyes fixated on the puppy, “Can I pet him?”
Kiba look hesitant for a moment, before shrugging unzipping his jack, letting the dog tumble the short distance to the redhead’s awaiting arms. He turned to Rikku and grinned, “Do you know the muffin man?”
Rikku couldn’t help but retort, “Yup! I’m married to the muffin man!” she grinned, sticking out her tongue. Ayame had by now put down Akamaru, who she had affectionately renamed Little Bunny Fufu, and sat up.
Thus, she began her little song, “Yes I know the muffin man, the muffin man, the muffin man. Yes I know the muffin man who lives on Druery Lane. Rikku’s married to the muffin man, the muffin man, the muffin man….” A hard punch in the arm was her reward, and she found herself nursing a new bruise. She shrugged, grinned, and began a new tune, “Little Bunny Fufu hoppin’ through the forest, scoopin’ up the field mice and boppin’ them on the head. Down came the good fairy…and she said,” she took a deep breath, “Little Bunny Fufu I don’t want to see you scoppin’ up the field mice and boppin’ them on the head…”
They laughed their tiny asses off until the bell rang, and they were forced back into the classroom coughcoughprisoncough once again.
-
Rikku grinned, walking along side her new friend, who was currently singing another on of her demented songs, “I woke up in the morning, and looked upon the wall, mosquitoes and the bedbugs, were having a game of ball. The score was four to seven, mosquitoes were ahead. The bedbug hit a homerun and knocked me out of bed, singing ini-mini-mini-mini-mo, catch a tigger, tigger by the toe…” and probably would have continued to amuse the other, if she had not run head first and collided into some poor, random bystander. Rikku blinked, stifling a laugh as Ayame fell flat on her ass.
Ayame scowled up at the person she blamed responsible for her fall, “Hey! Watch where you’re going! You could at least say you’re sorry, you jerk!”
Rikku sighed, rolling her eyes and turned to face the stranger. She blinked, “Um, I think she means she’s sorry.” She replied, somewhat flustered, and turned to help Ayame up. Ayame, of course not missing the blush on the girl’s cheeks, grinned, turning to the stranger.
“I suppose I can forgive you for so rudely crashing into me,” the boy seemed unimpressed, merely seeming to grow annoyed, “If you tell me your name!” she chirped.
He quirked a brow, “Uchiha Itachi.” He responded coldly, brushing past them both.
Rikku stuffed her hands in her pockets and followed Ayame down the random path which they were randomly walking along. Ayame grinned, a wicked little grin, catching the other girl’s full attention. This couldn’t be good. At least not for her.
She took in a large breath, and then, “Do you know the muffin man, the muffin man, the muffin man? Do you know the muffin man who lives on Druery Lane. Rikku’s married to the muffin man, the muffin man, the muffin man. Itachi is the muffin man who–“ and Rikku’s fist coincidentally collided with Ayame's face.
Rikku, being too busy stomping off, and Ayame, too busy rubbing her sore cheek, that neither ever noticed the two innocent boys molesting each other behind the bush. Nope. Just the squirrels. Poor squirrels. I don’t think they were quite ready for that.
Well, the moral of this…chapter is…um…randomness can be a very dangerous thing, if handled inappropriately, not that Ayame and Rikku were much of a good example.
Rikku: I don’t know what the hell possessed me to write this…
Ayame: Well, we were really, really bored. I’d say that about sums it up…
Rikku: Ayame is such a bad influence on me…
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