Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ This Little Game ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

Rated: PG13 for language and contents in later chapters.

Pairings: You'll see…

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

Me: Hey, how do you guys feel about me starting a new story - I know, three stories at one time! YIKES!! - `cause I just had this idea while reading someone's fanfic, and figured, what the hell. Besides, it might help with my writing skills. Also, my friend wanted me to put her in a story. Right now, it has no plot. But I was hoping to come up with one later on.

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THIS LITTLE GAME

Prologue

When I said I wanted to be an anime, I don't think people realized it was only a joke. Of course, I wanted to be an anime, to be in one too, but I knew - or thought - that could never happen. So you can imagine my surprise when I found myself in… this little predicament.

I was at school, just like any other day, in I believe my fifth period. I had just come out of the cafeteria with my friends, talking of course about our favorite characters in Naruto, when Christina said - I forgot exactly what - something about Neji. Now, of course I got slightly irritated, Neji was one of my favorite characters. So to get back at her, I called her, and I quote, a `Stupid rooster loving catfish!' The catfish part is an inside joke, and you wouldn't understand. I suppose insulting her fashion sense, as well as her favorite character wasn't exactly the smartest idea, I'll admit, because the next thing I remember is seeing a furious red-head and nursing a `dead-arm'. I don't bruise easily, but that didn't mean I didn't feel pain, and right now my arm hurt like a bitch. I glared at her, who was now in some asinine rant about how Sasuke, the said rooster head, was better than others; don't get me wrong, I love Sasuke. I was planning on ignoring her, like I usually do, when a particular name caught my attention.

"… and you now what else?! He's better than that stupid, psychotic, lunatic, blood-thirsty bastard Gaara!!" I stopped listening at that point, seeing red - and not just her hair - and punched her in the gut. We're not weak like those little preps and wannabe's, so she only stumbled back a few steps, wind knocked out of her. She scowled, charging forward and tackling me to the ground. The last thing I remembered was my Naruto manga falling to the ground beside us, as we rolled on the ground, with vice grips on each others necks, before everything faded into black. Heh heh, yeah. I guess we're a little obsessed. But what can I say?

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Me: *sweat-drops* That was short. Well, that's a wrap! Ja ne, minna-san!!!