Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Never Willing ❯ A.A – Art Teacher ( Chapter 11 )

14. A.A - Art Teacher

 

Sasuke woke up from hearing a light snoring and some rubbish mumbling.

 

“Uh… P-please… N-not there…”

 

`What the…?' His black eyes fluttered open. `What is that dobe mumbling? He just ruined my sleep.' Sasuke sat on the edge of the bed and glanced at the watch on his nightstand: 5:45am. `Oh well, a quarter earlier will not kill anyone.' The next words Naruto mumbled made Sasuke almost jump in surprise…

 

“… Onegai… Itachi-sensei…”

 

Sasuke just stood there, trying to understand what had the blond just said.

`Itachi, hein?' He snickered `Well, well, well… Aniki is being bad' His snicker only increased `Heh, I knew it.'

He moved to the bathroom to proceed with his daily morning hygiene, leaving a mumbling Naruto in paradise while the time allowed it.

 

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“Grunf”

 

He did not want to wake up. He was on the best part of the dream. He should not have waked up. Naruto's dream was enveloping nice. He was at the part where Itachi would take him and claim him as his, only his. Yes, `would' because the alarm clock ringed in his ears, almost shouting to Naruto that he should not be having those pervert dreams.

 

`Ah, great. 8 am. Why Sasuke didn't woke me up?!

 

He steadily drifted to consciousness, and as he reached his normal self, even Heaven was cursing at Naruto's loud voice.

 

“OH MY GOD, IT'S 8 AM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

 

He toke a shower and dressed so fast that even the airplane seemed a wagon. With turbo speed, Naruto almost flew down the corridors because his feet almost didn't touch the tile floor as he activated his nitro (for the ones who don't know, nitro is a substance used in street racing due that it increases the car's speed by 50% or even more).

 

*Pant**pant**pant**gasp**pant*gasp*

Trying to steady his lungs, he entered a noisy class and went to claim his seat.

 

He now looked at the class and saw Sakura talking to Ino, a blond haired and blue eyes girl, Sai glaring at Sasuke, who on his part was ignoring Sai the whole time, and many others chatting happily with their class mates.

Naruto almost sweat dropped. These guys were really noisy. Why hasn't the sensei already arrived?

Speaking about his sensei, Naruto took his schedule again and studied it intently. He now had Art class with a teacher named A.Arashi. He didn't knew his last name because all of the teacher's surnames were represented only by its initial. Naruto shrugged it off. It wasn't that important to him.

His attention passed from the paper to the class: no more noise now and all the students were on their respective seats. Where had gone all that ruckus before?

 

“Né, Sasuke” Naruto whispered to his friend who was only a table distance from him “Why is everybody quiet?”

 

“It's because our Art teacher is almost worshiped all over the college.” Naruto's confusion grew even more. Why was he worshiped?

 

“Why?” Sasuke sighed. He actually didn't knew, yet he held great respect for the man. He was a really good teacher and artist.

 

“Usuratonkachi…” Naruto huffed in annoyance at hearing his pet name from Sasuke “… I don't really know. I only know that he is a great artist and teacher and that's why everybody likes him.”

 

Naruto nodded. Although he hadn't received an exact answer, he understood. Well, pure respect was nice. He was curious about this teacher.

 

Yet, he didn't need to wait more. The door was slide open and a blond haired man with spiky hair, sapphire blue, tall and muscled body entered the classroom.

His face held happiness by looking at his quiet and well-behaved students. He studied them, one by one, noticing that no one missed and all his former students were still in his class. He smiled at that.

 

His gaze caught a mop of blond hair and sapphire eyes. The teenager was looking at him, with an almost shocked expression. As his eyes inspectioned better the boy looking at him, his face turned as Naruto's.

 

 

Sasuke smirked, his eyes glinting amusement. `Arashi-sensei is an older and `male' version of Naruto' (Naruto was feminine). He had forgotten how his Art teacher and Naruto were similar because in reality… he had never thought about that.

 

 

Naruto looked at the man in front of him. He had never seen another Japanese person with blond hair and blue eyes. He was at least… stuttered.

 

Arashi's thoughts were identical. A wave of sadness trespassed him as he remembered how Naruto's eyes were the same as his dead child. He was only a new born as the doctor said his wife and child didn't survive the birth.

He regained posture and began introducing himself as only `Arashi' and asked them to take a pencil and a plain paper. His gaze felled upon Naruto. `Who are you…?' he asked himself.