Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ From Here to Eternity ❯ Math Class, Math Class, Math Class ( Chapter 5 )

Kat: Woah! Another update! I'm just an updating MACHINE! Oh ye-eah…

 

 

 

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Gaara didn't even realize class had started until someone called his name. Pronouncing it wrong, I might add.

 

 

“Gay-ra Kayzee?”

 

 

“That's Gaara Kaze,” he corrected automatically, rolling his eyes.

 

 

The teacher, a very large man with long, bushy white hair, grimaced over the top of his clipboard, and went on to the next name.

 

 

Gaara sighed, and leaned back in his chair. His utter exhaustion must have sent him into a trace-like state, leaving him totally unaware that the second bell had rung. Naruto was beside him, chewing on a pencil, and staring into space. They were in the back row, basically hiding. It was hard, though; the class was small. Not very many people had this remedial of a math.

 

 

“All right!” the teacher, Mr. Jiraiya, Gaara believed it said on the schedule, said briskly. “Let's get started! I'm Mr. Jiraiya, and I will be teaching you the subject that is math! Or, pre-algebra, as I'm told it is. I'd like each of you to stand up and say something about yourself, since many of you have probably never met! Okay! You, in the back! Blondie! Stand!”

 

 

Naruto jolted at the familiar nickname.

 

 

“Eh?”

 

 

“Stand and say something about yourself, Child!”

 

 

“Oh. Okay!” Naruto slowly stood up from his chair, and said loudly, “I am Naruto Uzumaki! I am fourteen, and I like ramen!”

 

 

“Thank you, Naruto!”

 

 

“You're welcome!” Naruto cried as he sat.

 

 

Gaara massaged his temples. His headache was getting worse by the minute.

 

 

“You! Scary Boy! Next to Blondie! Stand!”

 

 

Scary Boy? That must by him. Gaara stood up, and crossed his arms.

 

 

“I'm Gaara Kaze…” What could he possibly say? `My dad drinks too much'? `My sister hates me'? `I have no life'?

 

 

Instead, he decided on, “I hate math.”

 

 

This sent the class in an uproar.

 

 

“AMEN, BROTHER!

 

 

“Yes!

 

 

“Oh Hell yes!!”

 

 

“SETTLE DOWN, CLASS!” Mr. Jiraiya bellowed. MAN, he was loud. He slapped a palm down on his desk. The class quieted, some kids still giggling.

 

 

“Thank you, Gaara!” the white-haired man said. “All right! You! Hood Boy! Stand!”

 

 

`Hood Boy' was in the fifth of the six rows, attempting to make himself invisible, as was, no doubt, everyone else in the room. He was wearing a gray, hooded parka, with a mysterious lump on the back of his neck. He stood.

 

 

“Hey. I'm Kiba Inuzuka. Uh… I like dogs! Especially MY dog, Akamaru!” he said swiftly, nodding.

 

 

“And you'll be sure not to bring him to school from now on, right?” Mr. Jiraiya laughed, crossing his arms. The class stifled a laugh. Kiba visibly began to sweat, and the lump under his hood began to shake.

 

 

“Uh… Yes?”

 

 

“Sit.”

 

 

He sat.

 

 

“All right! …Uh… You!”

 

 

And so on, and so forth, until the hour was almost up. Gaara realized he was staring at the clock, and turned back to look at the front. The last person to say something was an enormously fat boy who was sneaking snacks, Chouji Something-or-other. Gaara wasn't really listening.

 

 

“-and when you get your books, put your names in them!”

 

 

Oh, they got BOOKS? Joy.

 

 

Mr. Jiraiya, who was currently passing out the large, heavy-looking math books, dropped a book down onto his desk with a dull `THUD'. Gaara looked at the book like he'd rather send it through the shredder than touch it. But he pulled a pen out of his binder, and neatly wrote the words `Gaara Kaze' on the inside of the cover, beneath the `Zabuza M…' something. There was a large inkblot over the name. Above that, much to his surprise, in loopy cursive with a heart for an `i', were the words `Temari Kaze'. He sighed.

 

 

Temari.

 

 

He had seen her in the halls, earlier. She and two friends were surrounded by a large group of enormous boys who were laughing about something. But Temari wasn't laughing. She looked embarrassed, and sad. Then one of the boys threw an arm around her shoulder, and pulled her close to him. She made a face, but didn't push him away.

 

 

Gaara had clenched his fists so hard that his nails almost drew blood.

 

 

He sighed, and closed his book.

 

 

“Psst… Gaara…” Naruto's hushed voice assaulted his ears.

 

 

“What?”

 

 

“Can I borrow your pen?”

 

 

“… Yes…” Gaara passed the pen over to Naruto, who scrawled his name into the book. Then he passed the pen back.

 

 

“Thank you!”

 

 

“Whatever.”

 

 

Gaara allowed his head to fall into one hand, as he stared at the once red cover of his book. It was covered with stains and dents, and someone had written something in black ink that was wearing away. He couldn't quite read it.

 

 

“Psst… Gaara…” Again, Naruto's high-pitched whistle of a whisper raped his sensitive ears. He closed his eyes, and slowly counted to ten.

 

 

“What IS IT, Naruto?”

 

 

1…2…3…

 

 

“Can I borrow a piece of paper?”

 

 

4…5…

 

 

“…Why?”

 

 

6…

 

 

“'Cuz I wanna write something down!”

 

 

7…8…9…10. There. That wasn't so bad.

 

 

Gaara sighed darkly, and tore a piece of paper from the three rings in his binder.

 

 

“Here.”

 

 

“Thanks!”

 

 

“Whatever.”

 

 

Suddenly, Mr. Jiraiya's booming voice caught his attention.

 

 

“-and when we finish with the FIRST seven quizzes-“

 

 

RIIIIIIIIIING.

 

 

“Thank GOD…” Gaara hissed under his breath, standing up, and pushing his chair in.

 

 

“HELL YES! ONE DOWN, SIX TO GO!” Naruto exclaimed, punching the air. Gaara sent him a look.

 

 

It was going to be a long day.

 

 

 

 

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“…and if the equation is A-X squared plus B-X plus C equals zero', what form of equation is it? Anyone? Hm?”

 

 

Sasuke blinked once. Twice. No one was raising his hand. The tall, blond, large-breasted woman in front, Vice Principal Tsunade, glanced around the room.

 

“No volunteers?!” she exclaimed in shock. “Well! I'll just have to call on someone, then. Ah… Itachi's little brother. Sasuke, right? Come, now. Your brother knew these when he was in eighth grade!”

 

 

Sasuke scowled.

 

 

“It's a quadratic,” he grumbled.

 

 

“Yes. Now, who can tell me how we find the X value?”

 

 

Sasuke raised his hand, just to spite the woman.

 

 

“Ah! Yes, It… Sasuke.”

 

 

Sasuke's breath hitched, but he swallowed, and said,

 

 

“X equals negative B plus/minus the square root of B squared minus four times A times C over two times A.” He took in a breath.

 

 

“That's exactly right,” V.P. Tsunade said, an amused look on her face. “Well, now, maybe you'll catch up to Itachi after all, huh? Now, this is a quadratic. Someone tell me what a binomial is.”

 

 

Sasuke sank low in his seat, a dead feeling slithering into his stomach, like a bucket of ice.

 

 

`Maybe you'll catch up to Itachi after all.'

 

 

Damn it, that was not what he wanted to hear! How about, `Well done, Sasuke!', or even, `Very good!'?! Why couldn't someone just recognize HIM for a change? Why did everyone ALWAYS compare him to Itachi? Always. Everyone. ARGH!

 

 

It was going to be a very bad day.

 

 

 

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Second period. Math.

 

 

Kankuro was not pleased.

 

 

Kankuro was also bad at math. Here he was, a junior, and he was taking geometry with all the sophomores, and the freshmen that thought they were smart! It was pathetic! Who cared what the circumference of the three-sided quadrilateral was, anyway?

 

 

At least they were spared from actual work, today. It was the same as in his first period class; band. Well, a little different. In this class, books were being passed out, rules were being gone over, and the teacher, Mr. Baki, was quickly deciding whom he did and didn't like.

 

 

“Kankuro, PLEASE take off your hat…”

 

 

“I don't see anywhere in the student handbook that forbids my hat, Mr. Baki.”

 

 

“Yes, but it is a DISTRACTION…”

 

 

“A distraction for WHO, Mr. Baki?”

 

 

Mr. Baki groaned, and rubbed his eyes.

 

 

Kankuro just smiled, and adjusted the black hat. Drama was seventh period. A refuge away from the shackles of normal school life.

 

 

Oh yeah. Getting' down with the poetry.

 

 

Perhaps it would be a good day after all.

 

 

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Kat: Oh my God… That was AWFUL. My head ACHES WITH THE ACHE-Y-NESS OF THE BAD!! Ergh… -sighs- Okay. I couldn't remember Zabuza's last name… Mojimochi? Mochimoji? Something like that.

 

 

I gave Kankuro band, as well. He's going to be one of those scary art students who like to take pictures of old buildings. Or not quite as literal, but you get what I'm saying. Not sure what instrument to give him, though. Any suggestions?

 

 

Yeah, Sasuke's not happy about being compared to Itachi. Would YOU BE? …Don't answer that. That's ACTUALLY a quadratic equation, up there. We're doing those in MY algebra class (I'm in Algebra 1, so I guess Sasuke's in Algebra 2. I'm kinda doing this based on the schedules at MY school… so… yeah. It goes A1, Geometry, A2, pre-cal, calculus. Yup.), so I decided to make him suffer, too.

 

 

Next up… Orochimaru's science class! Tee hee…

 

 

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