Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ It Started With Valentine's Day ❯ Shank-meister ( Chapter 2 )

A/N:

Wow, thank you so much Gaara252 for your review. I appreciate it so much. I'll try being less descriptive with this chapter.

 

I hope you enjoy it! ^__^

 

 

Chapter 2: Shank-meister

 

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Naruto caught up with Sasuke after class. “Hey, Sasuke!” Sasuke kept walking and didn't answer. Naruto snickered, “Oh, I get it. Still upset about that girl?” The hall was packed shoulder to shoulder with students transitioning to their next classes.

 

Hanging a tight right to his locker, Sasuke glared at his friend, “No. She didn't affect me at all.”

 

“… So that's why you're fuming, right?”

 

“Shut up.”

 

Naruto laughed all the rest of the way.

 

Sasuke turned his lock with ease and opened it, switching his books. Naruto did the same. When Sasuke closed his locker door, he wasn't expecting Tsubasa Nyoko to be standing behind it. Tsubasa Nyoko was fairly popular. She had many friends, the majority of which she wasn't close with. To Nyoko, Sasuke was one out of the majority. She had chocolate brown hair and blue eyes and suited a very temperamental attitude. Yet moreover their relationship, oddly, Tsubasa Nyoko kept entering into his personal life a little more after each passing day.

 

Right now, Nyoko looking angrily at him, he could handle. But Nyoko slapping him hard across the face, he could only take so much.

 

“What the hell was that for, you psychopath!?” Sasuke yelled holding his abused cheek, trying to rub the sting away.

 

Nyoko's eyes glowered dangerously at him. “How could you…”

 

“Could I what?!” Why is she so angry at me? I haven't done anything to her… I'd never do anything to Nyoko… (an: awww ;P)

 

Her nose scrunched up, “You disgust me…”

 

Their tantrums were building a crowd. Soon, everyone stopped to gawk.

 

Sasuke crumpled his eyebrows, “I'd like to know why you suddenly hate me so much…Strike that. More than usual…”

 

“You hurt that poor girl, that's what, you sadistic man-whore!” The crowd `ooh-ed' and gasped; some even snickered.

 

Sasuke reluctantly let the comment slide, “What girl?!”

 

“Haruno Sakura! Today is Valentine's day, and you rejected her cake. The cake she worked so hard on for you! I don't know what she sees in you.” Nyoko tossed her hair over her shoulder. “You're just a huge jerk.”

 

Ow… He didn't want to admit that he, in fact, was the one that got hurt. His pride, mostly. His butt, not as much.

 

Just because she can stand up to me… doesn't mean that she can just push me around like that, she doesn't know anything about me.

 

Even if I do like her…

 

a lot…

 

A sudden burst of non-visual electricity seemed to hit him from behind and through the head. IS THAT WHAT YOU REALLY THINK?!

 

… Who said that…?

 

Your inner Uchiwa.

 

… It's Uchiha… and I am not arguing with myself at the moment.

 

Oh, but my dear counterpart, you are, indeed. I am the inner Uchiwa. In other words, your long-lost conscience. I welcome myself into you brain. I'll be popping up every once in a while to give you much deserved advice and let's not forget that I also-

 

Tuning you out…

 

The world around him reappeared.

 

Nyoko was yelling at him at high-speed. “AND YOU'RE NOT EVEN LISTENING TO ME, ARE YOU?!” She slapped his other cheek.

 

“Would you quit that?! I'm not apologizing for what your retarded friend did. She's the one who dropped all of her pudding-”

 

“-cake.”

 

“-cake, all over me. She didn't tell me why, I thought she was a deaf-mute or something, but then all of a sudden she whips around with actual speech and language, and throws her damn pudding-”

 

“-cake.”

 

“-cake, all over me! So if you are to blame someone for their stupidities, it will be her, and not me. Capeesh?!”

 

“Well I never!” Her face flamed as she balled her fists.

 

“Let's keep it that way…” Sasuke murmured and went into the parting crowd with Naruto hot on his heels.

 

Ironically, his next class was culinary. Naruto had chorus next, so they went their separate ways with waves. Sasuke had a secret passion in this class.

 

And that shocking secret passion… was cookery. He loved cuisine. But while no one knew it because of his terrific uncaring façade, he could get away with cooking monstrous storms and not get questioned as to why it tasted so incredibly delicious.

 

Sasuke had an A in that class.

 

The class had a procedure to follow before sitting in their assigned stations. Part 1 was to walk to the closet and strap on some cooking aprons. Part 2 was to roll up, or tie away any loose clothing. Part 3 was washing your hands before entering the kitchen area.

 

Three easy steps to a healthy and safe cooking environment.

 

Sasuke finally took his seat with a sigh. The teacher took role at her desk. He `Hn-ed' when she called out his last name.

 

Sasuke had two people in his cooking team. They were Kiba, and Shino.

 

“Hey.” Sasuke said to Kiba, his first friend since he moved there to Konoha. They weren't close. Just because Kiba was his first friend, doesn't mean he was his first real best friend. They hung out every once in a while to `chill', and they talked during lunch and their culinary class. Although he was freakishly able to use the knives like a natural chef, unlike the class cooking prodigy, Sasuke, Kiba never had a distinct liking to the class.

 

“Hey, what's up, man?” Kiba asked genuinely.

 

“Nyoko slapped me.” Sasuke replied grimly making sure his hair was tied securely.

 

He almost let his snicker escape, “… she hit you…? Again…?” If anyone knew about Sasuke, it was Kiba. Unbeknownst to anyone else, Kiba knew that Sasuke had something special for a certain Tsubasa Nyoko.

 

Sasuke sighed and looked at the used recipe, handing it to Kiba, who was opening one of their kitchen sections' drawers. “Not again, but she hit me twice this time. That adds up to three. Three times she hit me!”

 

“… She hit you two times today… and you didn't do anything?” Kiba asked getting out his favorite cooking gear.

 

Shino tried interpreting what was really happening by coolly pushing his dark, round sunglasses further up his nose. “The real question is why you let a bitch like that push you around.”

 

“Don't talk about her like that.” Sasuke snapped but realized his mistake of shedding too much feeling. He collected himself, “She doesn't push me around. She's a hassle. All she does is hackling me a little more every day.”

 

“So why don't you tell her to go die, or something…” He replied getting out the spider-like whisks of different lengths.

 

“Because…”

 

“Because?”

 

“She had a good reason to slap me twice this time again…”

 

If it weren't for the fact that both Kiba and Shino were clinging to his every word at the moment, then they wouldn't have been able to hear the mumbled sentence come from his majesty himself.

 

Kiba erupted in laughter first, “She had a good reason?”

 

Shino smirked, “What'd'you do?”

 

Sasuke `tsh-ed' as he recalled that mornings memories. Random girl that didn't know personal space. Nasty pudding. Her not responding to his urgent demands to why there was her pudding on his shoes… and then wham.

 

Instant pudd-asuke.

 

“I didn't do nuthin' but ask that muted, wide-load, fore headed girl about why she had her damn pudding all over my shoes.”

 

“Then?” They urged. Kiba stopped his knifing and Shino tilted his round sunglasses.

 

“Weren't you there?!”

 

Shino grinned, “Yeah but it sounds that much better when you say it.”

 

Sasuke death-glared at him while reaching for one of Kiba's favorite knives. Kiba laughed, “Now, now children. We can't have any shanking going on here. This is a safe environment.” He pulled his knives aside the counter.

 

“Not for Shino, it's not!” Sasuke said, opening the side drawer and pulling out a large butchering knife and holding it high above his head.

 

“Woah there, Sasuke!” Shino swung his longest whisks around their loops by his fingers. “No shanking!”

 

“Butcher knives aren't for shanking.” He replied murderously. “They're for butchering.”

 

As if on cue, Kiba popped up between them. “Actually, with the proper training and shanking etiquette, one is able to shank with a butchering knife quite well, actually.”

 

The other two stopped their demonstrations of shiny kitchen utensils to stare.

 

“I'll be your teacher, guys! Class begins…” Kiba lifted his knives and charged. The other two skedaddled around their table that served as a makeshift island and turned it into a makeshift barrier, knowing that they'd have to team up to defeat Kiba, the shank-master.

 

“INUSAKI, UCHIHA, AND NOMURA!”

 

… All three froze in mid-air chopping and deflecting and snapped their heads to the booming voice as did the rest of the animatedly talking class. Their sensei stood there, with her arms cross and her foot tapping impatiently with the deepest scowls they'd ever seen.

 

“Drop them!” She commanded and immediately clangs of metal echoed on the tile floor and island. “What causes you to self mutilate each other almost everyday?!”

 

Kiba pointed, “Sasuke started it.”

 

They shrunk away when their sensei's eyes closed and her eyebrow began to twitch angrily. “No more excuses.” She whipped her arm and pointed to the open door. “Leave now to the principals' office.” Their sensei demanded.

 

Shino, Sasuke, and Kiba looked peeved as they shuffled noisily out of their culinary class and down the hall.

 

Hatake-sensei would not hear pleasantly about the trio's behavior this time.

 

 

 

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A/N: Tah dah! How'd you like it? Told'ja I'd make it longer! -^_^-

 

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