Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Unexpected ❯ Set it up ( Chapter 1 )
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By: supuafly 
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.28.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 188 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.28.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 188 | Status: Work In Progress
"What is that boy doing?" Sakura mused as she listened to her friends stammer on about
something. Kiba was reveling in how cute his puppy was. They had just gotten out of a cliché super hero
movie, where the Akamaru started growling and barking when the villain appeared. A injudicious
audience member regretted his remark on telling Akamaru to shut up. Kiba had gotten out of his seat
and spent the next ten minutes telling the same man to stop squealing in pain because he wanted to
watch the movie.
"I'm not quite sure " Ino quizzically whispered into her friend's ear There was a man blatantly
staring at both of them working furiously on a notebook with a pencil and a notebook "I think he might
be drawing something " Ino scratched the back of her head slightly confused by the boy.
"Doesn't he seem really intent on it?" Sakura asked
Before Ino could stammer out an answer Kiba noticed he had lossed the girls attention and
decided to draw them back in "Isn't it funny how little kamaru barked? He is a natural super hero "
he continued his useless banter. Unfortunately for Kiba what was about to happen next, he would never
keep their attention again. The man suddenly started straight for the table. Coming in right behind
Kiba
Sakura was deciding whether to issue a warning to Kiba or not, but the man was coming in
determined, not menacingly. "Uh oh " Ino barely whispered out before the man was standing on the
table with a completely dumbfounded Kiba looking up at the Dark Haired man now standing Three and a
Half feet taller.
"What the Fu " he openly protested but was silenced as the man squatted directly in front of
Sakura handing her a sheet of paper. This all happening without an ounce of detail, because the focus
wasn't on the characters, but on the actions and behaviors.
Thusly, we rewind and look at the surroundings. They were sitting in a corner house coffee shop,
looking quite like a Starbucks, but without the brand name. It was a local facility featuring the greatest
of costumer service, the only possible way it was ever to compete with the bustling people flowing in
and out of town on a daily basis. They offered many discounts and coupons for new comers not to
mention that bringing someone in with you also was rewarded with a free coffee.
The dark haired boy had noticed them walk in between his sips of coffee and he particularly
noticed the girls thigh high royal blue skirt. His mind was hypnotized by the consistency in which her legs
moved back and forth under the skirt until she finally sat down facing towards him, but twenty feet
away. He instantly pulled all her friends away and saw exactly what he wanted. All he had to do was set
it up. After drawing the entire group it was time for her to see his masterpiece. He walked all too
knowingly foot after careful foot he stepped coolly onto the table Though they wouldn't notice it, the
hand he presented this piece of paper with had a diamond (cheap glass) ring on it. The pants he wore
seemed to expand with his calves, and of course, he had his face turned slightly to the right, presenting
his ear ring band. His drawing successfully delivered he had no reason to be on the table, he jumped
carefully off and went for the gold.
"Oh my god, what the fuck is that?" Kiba pointed first to the retreating boy and then to the
piece of paper in his hand. The other three people at the table also looked star stricken. Sakura
immensely burst out into laughter and threw out her hand towards Ino. After taking the receipt from
the coffee place and laughed almost twice as hard. Ino continued the chain and handed it over to Kiba
who laughed a little bit, but not quite as openly.
On the back of this receipt was a picture of presumably their group except for a few errors they
weren't quite sure of. Kiba and the other three people of their group were drawn immensely small. He
was also drawn licking some sort of stick figure dog's ass The dog also had a speech bubble above its
head saying, "wah wah wah wah" Charles Schulz genius at work again. Then Sakura was drawn with an
immensely small body for the size of the head. She had a massive forehead which made even her eyes
and face downsized. Ino also drawn right next to her with almost flawless artistry, even though chibi-like
and rather big breasts squished into her, was whispering in this fake Sakura's ears The entire group of
teenagers looked towards the boy uncertain of what to say. He bowed accordingly and smiled as he
continued his trick.
Right before their eyes he had positioned his hands in a familiar symbol and puffed into smoke.
The drawing before them suddenly came to life in front of his Kuwarimi. Where the boy had been was a
sad duplicate of reality as Akamaru seemed to be talking. The teenagers laughed again and Ino took the
initiative, and beckoned him over with a flick of her wrists. Without two of those flicks needed, the
apparitions had disappeared and Picasso was sitting next to Kiba in a newly pulled up chair his arm flung
casually around his shoulders smiling.
"what type of drawing was that?" One of the other people asked They aren't important, but his
name was Shikamaru. For the first time Sakura had a good look at the boy in front of her. He smelled
extraordinarily nice compared to the same scents of Ino next to her and the group around her. As if the
question was expected the answer had came out slowly, smoothly, and deep.
"That particular work is exactly how you depict yourselves without any extenuation to society "
The sentence spewed out with such seriousness that it was hard for her to not focus on the residence
left in her chest "Essentially, it is what you are To me I have done a great virtue for you guys "
"What do " Kiba's voice was cut short again
"I mean, you now know what these people in the table over think about you " Blatantly he had
issued an insult to the entire group Kiba wasn't about to stand for this, but this man wasn't about
violence he was an entirely new type of criminal "Sadly, that is because they don't know you " He had
just disarmed Kiba's planned assault. Am I curious? Kiba wondered why his fist was held at bay by this
man The mystery had vanished when he cast a smile toward the group "Thanks for inviting me over, I
really wanted to get to know you guys better than that " The deep voice was replaced by a friendly
tone.
The group was rather awkward to him, but he persisted and said "How do you guys know each
other?" It didn't take the man long to realize that Ino was ready to go away with him It also didn't take
long for him to connect that this was supposed to be a date between Sakura and Kiba, but disguised by
the group. He frowned, some things have to be done. Ino had just explained that she was best friends
with Sakura "I have this little test for best friends, if you guys wanted to try?" He was addressing the
entire group, but he was intending for just the girls there They all seemed to be nodding along "Do you
guys use the same shampoo?" Ino and Sakura glanced at eachother They didn't use the same shampoo,
were they not best friends? Kiba had locked gazes with Akamaru. TO say he used the shampoo or not,
nobody will find out. Shikamaru had locked eyes with Chouji. There is no way we use the same shampoo,
I have shampoo specially formulated for my long hair..." All three sets looked back at the game show
host. Bob Barker smiled, almost perfect results.
Ino was about to tell him the answer, but was cut dead in her tracks "You guys must be best
friends "
She still persisted, "But we don't use the same Shampoo!" Shikamaru, Chouji, and Sakura
nodded along with her. Kiba, blushing, pretended to agree to.
"It doesn't matter," His reassured them "That knowing glance you shared It is almost a type of
telepathy " He had them, they were his
n awe-inspired silence was cast over the group. He had
amazed them with a simple truth and they really were going to appreciate how many of these he was
about to put them into.
" ny other tests, hot shot?" Kiba not quite angrily, but a little bothered by this man showing him
up.
"Of course " The boy continued
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
We will pick up on them later. At this moment the spy has to be exposed. The wings flap backward,
outside of this corner house. We are now limited to the view of a blonde boy who we now know
intimately, we are inside him. We are laying down together, his dream world taking over our senses
slowly. We see blurry hands moving uncertainty at every corner of his mind. Assurance is not something
we are familiar with anymore. There was nothing in this dangerous mind that will help us anchor to a
world we actually understand. We feel the passing motions of fear and anticipation building up and
releasing repetitively The only thing still real is the fact that these dreams don't make any sense The
boy knows they don't make sense, but the dreams still come He hasn't experienced anything
insurmountable He has been through things most wouldn't need to ever deal with, but he has come out
on top so nothing is too bad for him. The beast inside him is letting these feelings flow He doesn't know
it is there, nobody knows it's existence We know only through these psychological fucks that he is
forced to filter the evil contained.
something. Kiba was reveling in how cute his puppy was. They had just gotten out of a cliché super hero
movie, where the Akamaru started growling and barking when the villain appeared. A injudicious
audience member regretted his remark on telling Akamaru to shut up. Kiba had gotten out of his seat
and spent the next ten minutes telling the same man to stop squealing in pain because he wanted to
watch the movie.
"I'm not quite sure " Ino quizzically whispered into her friend's ear There was a man blatantly
staring at both of them working furiously on a notebook with a pencil and a notebook "I think he might
be drawing something " Ino scratched the back of her head slightly confused by the boy.
"Doesn't he seem really intent on it?" Sakura asked
Before Ino could stammer out an answer Kiba noticed he had lossed the girls attention and
decided to draw them back in "Isn't it funny how little kamaru barked? He is a natural super hero "
he continued his useless banter. Unfortunately for Kiba what was about to happen next, he would never
keep their attention again. The man suddenly started straight for the table. Coming in right behind
Kiba
Sakura was deciding whether to issue a warning to Kiba or not, but the man was coming in
determined, not menacingly. "Uh oh " Ino barely whispered out before the man was standing on the
table with a completely dumbfounded Kiba looking up at the Dark Haired man now standing Three and a
Half feet taller.
"What the Fu " he openly protested but was silenced as the man squatted directly in front of
Sakura handing her a sheet of paper. This all happening without an ounce of detail, because the focus
wasn't on the characters, but on the actions and behaviors.
Thusly, we rewind and look at the surroundings. They were sitting in a corner house coffee shop,
looking quite like a Starbucks, but without the brand name. It was a local facility featuring the greatest
of costumer service, the only possible way it was ever to compete with the bustling people flowing in
and out of town on a daily basis. They offered many discounts and coupons for new comers not to
mention that bringing someone in with you also was rewarded with a free coffee.
The dark haired boy had noticed them walk in between his sips of coffee and he particularly
noticed the girls thigh high royal blue skirt. His mind was hypnotized by the consistency in which her legs
moved back and forth under the skirt until she finally sat down facing towards him, but twenty feet
away. He instantly pulled all her friends away and saw exactly what he wanted. All he had to do was set
it up. After drawing the entire group it was time for her to see his masterpiece. He walked all too
knowingly foot after careful foot he stepped coolly onto the table Though they wouldn't notice it, the
hand he presented this piece of paper with had a diamond (cheap glass) ring on it. The pants he wore
seemed to expand with his calves, and of course, he had his face turned slightly to the right, presenting
his ear ring band. His drawing successfully delivered he had no reason to be on the table, he jumped
carefully off and went for the gold.
"Oh my god, what the fuck is that?" Kiba pointed first to the retreating boy and then to the
piece of paper in his hand. The other three people at the table also looked star stricken. Sakura
immensely burst out into laughter and threw out her hand towards Ino. After taking the receipt from
the coffee place and laughed almost twice as hard. Ino continued the chain and handed it over to Kiba
who laughed a little bit, but not quite as openly.
On the back of this receipt was a picture of presumably their group except for a few errors they
weren't quite sure of. Kiba and the other three people of their group were drawn immensely small. He
was also drawn licking some sort of stick figure dog's ass The dog also had a speech bubble above its
head saying, "wah wah wah wah" Charles Schulz genius at work again. Then Sakura was drawn with an
immensely small body for the size of the head. She had a massive forehead which made even her eyes
and face downsized. Ino also drawn right next to her with almost flawless artistry, even though chibi-like
and rather big breasts squished into her, was whispering in this fake Sakura's ears The entire group of
teenagers looked towards the boy uncertain of what to say. He bowed accordingly and smiled as he
continued his trick.
Right before their eyes he had positioned his hands in a familiar symbol and puffed into smoke.
The drawing before them suddenly came to life in front of his Kuwarimi. Where the boy had been was a
sad duplicate of reality as Akamaru seemed to be talking. The teenagers laughed again and Ino took the
initiative, and beckoned him over with a flick of her wrists. Without two of those flicks needed, the
apparitions had disappeared and Picasso was sitting next to Kiba in a newly pulled up chair his arm flung
casually around his shoulders smiling.
"what type of drawing was that?" One of the other people asked They aren't important, but his
name was Shikamaru. For the first time Sakura had a good look at the boy in front of her. He smelled
extraordinarily nice compared to the same scents of Ino next to her and the group around her. As if the
question was expected the answer had came out slowly, smoothly, and deep.
"That particular work is exactly how you depict yourselves without any extenuation to society "
The sentence spewed out with such seriousness that it was hard for her to not focus on the residence
left in her chest "Essentially, it is what you are To me I have done a great virtue for you guys "
"What do " Kiba's voice was cut short again
"I mean, you now know what these people in the table over think about you " Blatantly he had
issued an insult to the entire group Kiba wasn't about to stand for this, but this man wasn't about
violence he was an entirely new type of criminal "Sadly, that is because they don't know you " He had
just disarmed Kiba's planned assault. Am I curious? Kiba wondered why his fist was held at bay by this
man The mystery had vanished when he cast a smile toward the group "Thanks for inviting me over, I
really wanted to get to know you guys better than that " The deep voice was replaced by a friendly
tone.
The group was rather awkward to him, but he persisted and said "How do you guys know each
other?" It didn't take the man long to realize that Ino was ready to go away with him It also didn't take
long for him to connect that this was supposed to be a date between Sakura and Kiba, but disguised by
the group. He frowned, some things have to be done. Ino had just explained that she was best friends
with Sakura "I have this little test for best friends, if you guys wanted to try?" He was addressing the
entire group, but he was intending for just the girls there They all seemed to be nodding along "Do you
guys use the same shampoo?" Ino and Sakura glanced at eachother They didn't use the same shampoo,
were they not best friends? Kiba had locked gazes with Akamaru. TO say he used the shampoo or not,
nobody will find out. Shikamaru had locked eyes with Chouji. There is no way we use the same shampoo,
I have shampoo specially formulated for my long hair..." All three sets looked back at the game show
host. Bob Barker smiled, almost perfect results.
Ino was about to tell him the answer, but was cut dead in her tracks "You guys must be best
friends "
She still persisted, "But we don't use the same Shampoo!" Shikamaru, Chouji, and Sakura
nodded along with her. Kiba, blushing, pretended to agree to.
"It doesn't matter," His reassured them "That knowing glance you shared It is almost a type of
telepathy " He had them, they were his
n awe-inspired silence was cast over the group. He had
amazed them with a simple truth and they really were going to appreciate how many of these he was
about to put them into.
" ny other tests, hot shot?" Kiba not quite angrily, but a little bothered by this man showing him
up.
"Of course " The boy continued
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
We will pick up on them later. At this moment the spy has to be exposed. The wings flap backward,
outside of this corner house. We are now limited to the view of a blonde boy who we now know
intimately, we are inside him. We are laying down together, his dream world taking over our senses
slowly. We see blurry hands moving uncertainty at every corner of his mind. Assurance is not something
we are familiar with anymore. There was nothing in this dangerous mind that will help us anchor to a
world we actually understand. We feel the passing motions of fear and anticipation building up and
releasing repetitively The only thing still real is the fact that these dreams don't make any sense The
boy knows they don't make sense, but the dreams still come He hasn't experienced anything
insurmountable He has been through things most wouldn't need to ever deal with, but he has come out
on top so nothing is too bad for him. The beast inside him is letting these feelings flow He doesn't know
it is there, nobody knows it's existence We know only through these psychological fucks that he is
forced to filter the evil contained.