Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Guess who. ❯ Class. ( Chapter 1 )

This is my first time ever writing a fanfic in this fandom, so please be nice.

Of course, flames are welcome. They always give me a good laugh in the morning.

 

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Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters I'm about to write about.

 

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He yawned. Classes were especially boring that day. So much that even his excitable blonde friend was bored out of his mind by the end of the day. The boy stretched back in his seat, and looked over his shoulder at his fellow classmates. He had occasionally found it amusing to watch them try entertaining themselves in the few minutes before the bell. He glanced around the room, his eyes settling on the boy next to him. The long-haired boy was scribbling into his notebook, back hunched over, his eyes intent on the paper. They hadn't received notes that day, so the boy was curious. He started to rise, trying to catch a glimpse.

 

 

“Nice try.” The boy plopped back into his seat, slightly put out. It was highly unlikely, but he had hoped that the lilac-eyed boy was too focused on his paper to notice him. Oh well. The boy looked around the room again, settling on the boy farthest away from him. The blonde was snoring into his books, drool pooling on his homework. The boy smirked. If the blonde didn't waste all his energy in the morning, he wouldn't crash so easily. His eyes caught frantic movement, and he turned to see two boys struggling with each other in the back of the room. Since the teacher wasn't in the room, he got comfortable and sat back as the entertainment unfolded.

 

 

One of the boys, a normally overly-cheerful fellow with a black bob cut, was trying to wrest something from a spiky brown-haired boy, who was fighting the other off with a sneer. Normally, the boy would have felt obliged to do something about this, but he was feeling extra tired that day, so he decided to let the bob cut boy deal on his own. Fortunately, the boy didn't need to interfere. The bob cut boy landed a punch in the sneering boy's gut, and he doubled over, dropping the object. The victor grabbed the precious object and brushed off the dust, before putting it back around his head. He went back to his seat, muttering rather loudly to himself, the other boy left gasping for breath on the floor. A puppy walked up to the winded boy, and yiffed cutely.

 

 

 

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Guess who the boys are, and please tell me what you think of it so far. ^__^