Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Never Willing ❯ Infirmary ( Chapter 12 )

Infirmary

 

“Ok, now that we are all introduced, I shall test your abilities in painting.” Arashi heard all the grunts coming from the majority of the class. He knew they didn't like `tests'.

“Well, then I'll be easier on you. How about this: you can draw anything what you want, reflecting your character and, also your past and current life. Use any materials at your taste.”

He grinned when he saw almost all the faces lit up. Now, Arashi, as their former teacher, knew that this class likes free style drawing/painting.

Yet, the blond boy who intrigued him wasn't that happy. Arashi saw his sad face when he pronounced the words `past', `current' and `life'. What was the matter? Again intrigued, he took his place at his desk and began to search more details from Uzumaki's life.

 

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“Why are you so moody, Naruto?” Sasuke was a bit concerned with his hyperactive friend, as he was now in utter silence.

 

“Huh? Oh nothing, don't worry!” He forced a huge grin on his face. He couldn't shatter his mask, not near Sasuke, not near anyone… well, except, Naruto felt like he could allow a bit more of himself near Itachi… He knew that the teacher had a mask also, and it made him feel no more alone. He remembered as Itachi kissed him fiercely, demanding the true Naruto. He blushed at the memory. He felt so loved then, the kind of love he always needed, not mentioning the friendly and family love. It made him feel… complete, protected and wanted.

 

Sasuke dropped the subject. He felt something weird in the huge grin that Naruto had given him. He shrugged it. If the blond had something to tell him, he would when he wanted.

 

Silence again reigned between them, occasionally sharing opinions about their Art teacher. After 10 minutes, they reached their next class: Chemistry.

 

Naruto shivered in fear as he remembered their Chemistry teacher. Orochimaru was not someone who you could call a pleasant company.

 

He sat on his chair, already feeling flustered by being inside the `dungeon' as the others called it. He tried to calm his mind-state, yet as he uselessly tried, his mind again began to drift to his sensei.

`Itachi… I want to see you again…'

 

“Hey, Naruto! Daijoubu? You seem feverish!” Kiba, his classmate, almost hyperactive as Naruto, asks as he noticed the blond red up and pant slightly. It was none of his knowledge that Naruto was red because he was fiercely blushing as memories from his and Itachi's encounter began to surface… also, he could almost `feel' Itachi's treatment as his memories drifted trough his mind...

Kiba began to worry even more as he heard Naruto whimper slightly.

`Maybe he is sick! I need to tell sensei… He needs to go to the infirmary!'

 

“Sensei!” Kiba almost shouted. He continued as he saw Orochimaru's attention concentrate to him. “I think Naruto is not feeling well. Maybe he should go to the infirmary.”

 

`Oh?' Orochimaru's gaze fell upon the red blond. He frowned a bit. Was he really sick? `Well, better avoid then deal with it.' Orochimaru nodded. “Uzumaki-san, are you in need to go to the infirmary?”

 

Naruto's eyes almost shone brightly. `Here's my escape! Oh thank you soooooooo much Kiba!' He mentally cheered.

“Hai, Orochimaru-sensei. I'm feeling a bit hot.”

 

“Then it's better to you if you go. Inuzuka-san, could you escort Uzumaki-san?”

 

“There's no need for that, sensei. I'm still can walk by myself!” He puffed indignantly. He wasn't a baby, for cries sake!

 

Orochimaru smirked. `It seems someone here has an ego.'

“Very well, you can go by yourself.”

 

Naruto spent no more time than necessary to pack up his things and almost fly of the door.

He sighed heavily when he was outside the class.

`I think I'm starting to have claustrophobic problems around Orochimaru. Well, it compensates as I'm now on my way to the infirmary and dismissed from Chemistry class!' He started climbing the stairs to the lobby. As he reached it, he walked down some corridors and then, he slid a door and entered a white room.

`Fancy. Didn't thought the infirmary here was so clean and well-decorated. And it even doesn't smell as antiseptics.'

 

Naruto noticed a blond haired woman with big, no, scratch that, huge breasts sitting at a desk and filling some tabloids. Her chocolate-brown eyes landed on him, as she was aware of his presence.

 

“Gaki, why are you here?”

 

Naruto frowned deeply. Gaki? He was not a kid!

“Well, obaa-san” He smirked as he saw the woman's face dark immediately “I'm here to eh… Well…” What was he supposed to say? He wasn't sick, so he couldn't lie about it as he was certainly she would examine him and find out that he was just lying.

 

“Ditching class?” She smirked as she saw the blond afraid. Oh, she just won the jackpot!

“Seems so. Well, let's make a deal. I won't tell your teacher if you'll do me a favor.” She pointed to the stack of paper. “You will deliver those to the vice-headmaster. He needs them now.”

 

“Really? Only that?” Couldn't be better! Only delivering some boring papers to some old fart and he wouldn't be in danger of being exposed to his teacher. `I mean, all headmasters and vice-headmasters are old, right?'

“Hai, hai! Just tell me where is `their' office!”

 

She smiled. This kid seemed nice.

“Simple, It's on the 4th floor next to the teacher's lounge.”

 

“Hai! Wakarimashta!”

 

He grabbed the pile of papers and turned to leave the infirmary. Before he slid the door shut, he turned his eyes to the woman and sad “Arigatou…”

 

Yep, this kid was nice, also polite. Tsunade's mentally praising was contradicted as Naruto's last words were spoken before the door was closed.

 

“…Obaa-san” He smirked as he saw her deadly-face scowl.

 

Humming as Naruto climbed the stairs to the 4th floor, he was glad that he had so much stamina. 4 floors weren't easy to climb with a heavy load of paper.

 

As he reached the destined door, he read the tag above the door: Vice-Headmaster.

He opened the door and he almost dropped the papers as he noticed the person sited at the desk, reading glasses on and emotionless eyes concentrated on more papers.

 

As he noticed Naruto's presence, he smirked openly. The blonde's face was priceless. His blue eyes were wide like saucers, brow ridges arched and a slightly open mouth forming an `O'.

 

Naruto stood there, not moving, not breathing… The vice-headmaster was the same man as the one who was lingering on his thoughts just a little while ago…