Good Boy Meets Bad Boy

Good Boy Meets Bad Boy


Author’s Note: OMGGGGGGG I’M ALIVE! *shot*
I am sooooo, so sorry for the delay! I realize that it’s been a few weeks since I last updated X_Xllll a lot of things happened [not bad or anything XD], like going to Megacon and staying over night at a hotel for two days [felt longer than that D:] and taking care of my kit and working on my art and comms and stuff.
No I have NOT started on the doujin other than a few scrap pics I’ve drawn =w=; sadly I think it will be a while before I hunker down and do it.
Anyway, read on! Sorry for the wait!

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Chapter 6

Underneath the Underneath

[Sasuke’s POV]


Okay. Hold the phone. Let’s back up here a minute.

This blonde-haired menace everyone calls, Kyuubi, seriously wracks my nerves. He starts shooting his mouth off and then, out of nowhere, I punch him in the face.

First note of observation: This kid has a gun.

Second note of observation: He has a GUN.

Once I again I do myself proud for acting without thinking. I seriously didn’t know what the hell came over me. And I guess I still don’t.

I clench my fists tighter and yell, “Don’t talk about shit you don’t know!” I knew I was in for it now. I knew as soon as Kyuubi got over the shock of his “hostage” assaulting him he’d totally kick my ass; kill me even.

Kyuubi’s head snaps in my direction, eyes ablaze and a gun is suddenly pulled on me. But what was more surprising was who was holding the gun. Rather than it being Kyuubi, which was what I was expecting, it was Neji.

So I guess that comment about putting a bullet through Kiba’s head wasn’t just a bluff. Hyuuga’s got a gun too.

“Back off, Uchiha,” Neji warns me darkly, stepping between Kyuubi and I. “You have no idea who you’re messing with.”

And I didn’t. It wasn’t like I was trying to be a badass or anything; this guy just annoyed and scared the hell out of me. And… well, I guess I don’t do that well under pressure, you could say. And so far, I’ve been under a LOT of pressure.

Kiba snorts behind him, “Let ‘em go at it,” and it earns him a good slap to the back of his head, courtesy of Gaara.

No, I really didn’t want to “go at it.” I wanted to get the hell out of here, but I was pretty sure after that spectacular act I wasn’t going ANYWHERE. Had I played along I might’ve been let go after some humiliation…

I fix a firm glare on Neji, letting him know I wasn’t as big of a pussy as they wanted to make me out to be. Then I look back to Kyuubi, who was being currently checked out by Gaara. He shrugs the redhead away, mortified to have been hit.

This kid’s got a lot of shit in his head; a lot of hurt. It was even easier to read than before thanks to Kiba and his big mouth.

I was curious about this boy and it bothered the hell out of me. I shouldn’t care; I shouldn’t care at all! This kid wants to rob me, let his friends molest me, and now wants to KILL ME!

Neji’s shoved back a bit and I’m given no time at all to react to the punch that counters me in the face from my first attack.

Why did I have to get hit on the same cheek that I fell on earlier?

I stagger backwards, but surprisingly, there wasn’t enough manpower behind the punch to knock me over. He has to be stronger than that – this kid grabbed the collar of my shirt – ONE-HANDED – and lifted me off the ground!

He grabs the front of my blazer and jerks me forward so we’re practically kissing distance, which my brain registered as something negative, and of course my body has to disagree. He pins me down with a stare that makes me feel remotely the size of an ant and hisses, “Get the fuck out of here, Uchiha. I don’t want to see your fucking face again!” And with that boldly proclaimed he shoves me back and releases me.

Okay… what happened to robbing me? And the molestation? Wait – am I not going to be killed?

Holy shit!

I’m still alive!

And GOING to live!

I look at everyone as if I was unsure this liberation was real. When no one moved reality hit me. Giving Kyuubi one last look over I turn and bolt out the door as fast as I could without turning back.


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Shit… I don’t know where the hell I am.

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After two, agonizingly long hours of endless searching this city do I finally get on the right path to home. Along the way I retrieve my lost bag in the Alley of Death and retrace my steps from there. I decided from now on to resort to using the “long” way home rather than taking shortcuts. Especially after that bit with Kyuubi not wanting see my face again.

Home at last, I tiredly hobble my dead weight through the door of our condo and mutter a half-assed, “I’m home,” and drop my bag on the floor. Before I can do the same on the sofa occupying the expansive living room does a worried mother of mine greet me.

“Sasuke-chan! What took you? It’s after six!”

“I… got lost,” I mutter sleepily, dragging my iron feet to the kitchen where I’m followed by Mikoto and find Itachi, Konohamaru and my father all occupying the kitchen table.

I’m slapped on the back of the head then and give a yelp, more startled than hurt and shoot my mother, who was responsible for such a brash gesture, a look of dismay, “What was that for?!”

“I’m sure you getting lost earned you that swollen cheek and bloodied lip too?” A thin eyebrow is raised in my direction and all eyes are suddenly on me from silent evening meals.

I roll my eyes with an exhausted sigh. Give me a break. “Don’t forget the scrapes on my temple and knees,” I sarcastically remind and shove my just as banged up hands into my pockets.

“Not to mention your uniform is disgusting,” mother chides with a distasteful sneer, plucking at the fabric as if I rolled in garbage.

I shrug her hands away with a suck of my teeth, too tired to deal with her over-cleanliness. While she fixes me a plate and rants irritably on about what the hell happened before, at and after school, Itachi passes me a very curious, albeit concerned look with a prop of his chin on his hand. I quirk a brow at his stare and he gives me a silent shake of his head and resumes eating. I do the same quietly; trying my best to ignore my mother’s livid speech to my father about how this was going to be a terrible living arrangement for her precious boys and whatnot – the usual mother tirade.

I blink when I feel something bounce off the side of my head, immediately followed by a snicker coming from across the table. I lift my eyes to find the culprit to be a giggly Konohamaru sitting left of Itachi flicking peas across the edge of his dinner plate.

I inwardly twitch.

When another succeeds to hit me dead on in the forehead I drop the fork noisily and grab a handful of said vegetable and hurl it right at him over the table. Stupid brat! I’ve had enough humiliation for one day.

Itachi’s pelted with a few, but doesn’t say anything and continues to listlessly eat. Konohamaru squeaks in surprise before the kitchen is filled with laughter and declared a war zone and finally my mother yells, “SASUKE!” And I get slapped. “You fuckerhead! Stop throwing peas!”

Grabbing the slapped spot I give her my best glare and proclaim, “Konohamaru STARTED it!” She’d have to be totally stupid to not know that.

“Oh, real mature, Sasuke,” Itachi smirks over his coffee – he seems to drink that 24-7 – and he’s the next to feel the wrath of my Uchiha Glare.

“You two better fucking knock it off,” Fukagu speaks over his muttered cell phone conversation, “I’m on the damn phone.”

I take my plate from the table and stalk off to my room, getting a, “Where are you going?” behind me.

“To my room and then I’m going to bed,” I announce, obviously agitated.

I would have Itachi take my plate back to the kitchen later tonight as long as he decided not to be an ass.

Yes. Sleep. Sleep is good.

Flopped and half-passed out on my bed, Itachi soundlessly comes into my room, and he would have stayed unheard if he didn’t whisper my name out in the bland darkness. I glare at the invading yellow-colored light that blindingly poured through my room from the hall and growl out, “What do you want, niisan?”

The door’s shut, sealing out the source of discomfort until my light is suddenly flicked on. Groaning I twist and bury my face deep into my pillow to block the light and soothe the migraine I felt coming.

I feel the edge of my bed sink where Itachi sits and he prods me hard with a finger, making me flinch back and try to bury myself alive in my bed.

Cracking an eye at him, I agitatedly ask, “What?”

“Are you going to tell me what really happened to you today?”

“If I didn’t tell mom,” I sarcastically begin, not at all in the mood for Itachi’s sudden nosy-motherly-act, “what makes you think I’ll tell you?” And with that said I roll back over and effectively block Itachi out of sight and mind.

That is until he yanks me over hard by my shoulder so I’m lying on my back.

“Tell me who did this to you.” He didn’t ask, he demanded. Itachi had this dark fire in his eyes that suggested an inner rage and I knew that if I told him the first thing he would do was hunt Kyuubi and the others down and that was the LAST thing I wanted.

“I…” the words become hard in my throat and I have to swallow a few times to continue. I push Itachi back a bit so I can sit upright in the bed. Moving, Itachi’s red-flecked eyes watch me close, urging me wordlessly to continue my tale; “I… got into a fight – back in one of the alleys on the way home from school.”

I hoped Itachi wouldn’t ask for any detail other than that, but I knew I’d be wrong.

“That wasn’t what I asked,” Itachi says to me, shifting closer so he’s pinning me down with a dark stare. I knew he was serious. It’s a family thing.

I look away for a moment, trying to think of a logical explanation that wasn’t a lie, but wouldn’t send Itachi after my assailants.

“Some kids from school.”

“In your classes?”

“Yea.”

“How many were there?”

“Four.”

“Four?”

“Didn’t I just say that?” I ask a bit irritably. Gimme a break, I’m tired.

“You fought back?”

“Of course I did!” I bark angrily. Geez, I’m not that much of a pussy, damn!

Itachi stares at me hard and gives me a good scrutinizing look over before he pats me on the head, “Good.”

Swatting his hand away I mutter, “No, not good, niisan. I don’t like fighting.”

“Well it was out of self-defense, right?”

Pouting slightly I murmur, “Yea.”

“Then it’s not like you had a choice, unless you wanted to sit there and get beat up.”

“No,” I grudgingly grit out.

Itachi didn’t need to know details like me getting kidnapped and taken for ransom. However… things like me being molested did raise some questions.

“Naa, niisan?”

“Hm?” Itachi’s not looking at me, but is eyeing my wall with little interest.

“You like girls, right?”

The out-of-the-blue question gets Itachi’s attention because he turns to me with one manicured brow arched, “What?”

“You heard me,” I mumble, a bit embarrassed to repeat the question.

Itachi turns to fully face me and crosses his arms over his lap, leaning over comfortably, “Since when does my sexuality peak your interest?”

“Shutup, Itachi, it was just a question, geez! Forget it.”

“Why are you asking? Do you like girls?”

I splutter defensively, “Of course I like girls, you dumbass!”

“I thought you didn’t swear?”

“Shutup!” I growl loudly, pushing Itachi off my bed with one good shove. He doesn’t fall like I wanted him to because he managed to catch himself on his feet gracefully and stand casually.

“Did something else happen, Sasuke?”

Am I transparent? Is it tattooed all over my face? Why does this bastard see right through my so damn easily? AUGH! It’s so aggravating!

“N-no, nothing else happened. Go away, I’m tired.”

I turn away and settle to lay back down, pulling the sheets over my lap while I feel Itachi burn a hole through my head with his eyes. I sigh deeply and say, “I just…” pause, “I think I’m a little confused, is all,” I mutter out lastly.

I practically hear Itachi smirk at me and says, “That’s typical for kids your age. It’s nothing to be ashamed about.”

That makes me feel a little better. I guess what was so hard to register about the situations I was in was because during my horrible dilemma my body was reacting completely opposite of my brain. I wasn’t sure whether to truly blame it on hormones or not.

“If you want to talk about it,” Itachi says to me softly, reaching for my light switch, “I’ll always listen.” I feel a little blush to my cheek and I have to duck my head quick so he doesn’t catch it.

I murmur, “Thanks,” and he flicks out my light.


“Sasuke-kun?”

I groan as Sakura continues to prod me hard in the ribs. I keep my head buried in my arms on the desk in feeble attempts at blocking out all light and sound.

It’s not proving to be very effective.

“You don’t look well, Sasuke-kun,” Sakura blatantly states the obvious. “You want to go to the infirmary?”

It sounds like a good idea. Maybe this way I can avoid seeing Gaara and Kiba in my first period. And maybe I’ll stay until lunch so I don’t have to deal with Neji in third.

Speaking of Gaara and Kiba, they hadn’t arrived yet, and neither had Hatake-sensei, which, according to Sakura, was completely normal for him. She said something or other that he’d never show up if he had the option.

Why teach if you don’t want to come to class?

I finally look up at Sakura and say, “No, I’m okay.” Maybe with god-blessed luck Kiba and Gaara would decide not to show up. On the other hand, maybe they would thinking I wouldn’t have the guts to come back to school.

“You said Gaara and Kiba hardly ever come to school, right?” I timidly ask Sakura, getting a few confused blinks from her.

“Yea, it just depends on them, I guess. Why, did something happen?”

There I go again at being easy to read.

But Sakura knows them better than I do, so it’s safe to assume that she’d be okay in being aware of what happened yesterday, “Well, yesterday, after school,” I begin when I’m suddenly thrown forward by a pair of squishy boobs and arms wrapped around my neck followed by a gleeful squeal.

“Good morning, Sasuke-kuuuuun~!”

Ugh. It’s Ino isn’t it?

Sakura must’ve read the expression on my face because she yells raucously, “Get off of him, Ino-pig!”

“Shutup, forehead-girl!” Ino scoffs, tightening her grip around my neck to the point where I’m sure I’m going to have extreme difficulty breathing.

“You want me to give you a black eye this time?!” Sakura angrily threatens, rising quickly out of her desk chair and nearly knocking it over behind her.

Ino straightens, but doesn’t let go of me, “Try it and I’ll cut all your hair off again!”

Sakura stiffens, clenching her fists furiously and I can sense her going into to battle mode and I really didn’t want to be in the middle if these two decided to go at it like last time.

“Hey, knock it off you two!” I yell, trying to shrug Ino off of me, but her grip suddenly intensifies and I gag a little.

“Sasuke-kun! Protect me from this psycho! You wouldn’t really let her try to hurt me, would you?” She asks with this sickeningly sweet voice, pressing her breasts suggestively into the back of my neck. I feel my cheeks turn a bit pink, but I was more disgusted by her lewd gesture than anything else.

“Augh—Ino get off!” I growl and attempt to throw her off, but she retaliates by tightening her grasp and chokes me this time unintentionally.

“GET OFF OF SASUKE-KUN, INO!” Sakura shouts, getting the class as they filed in riled up.

If every day of first period was going to be like this, I was going to HAVE to get my class changed.

“Let go of him, Ino.”

I know that voice.

Sakura stares with frightened eyes past me and I can feel Ino turning her head over her shoulder to look as well. Judging by the look on Sakura’s face, whoever was behind me wasn’t here to save the day. I turn slowly, a bit fearful myself. Not to mention that I recognized the voice.

I’m met with shocking, bright blue eyes and unruly, golden blonde hair. His blazer was completely unbuttoned and pushed back as hands were slack in pant pockets. Underneath was just a plain, white t-shirt with a bright red spiral marking the front of it and he wore an intricate necklace that appeared to be an emerald crystal. But other than his looks and voice, what truly gave him away was the whisker-like scars on his sun kissed cheeks.

My heart is pounding heavily in my ears to the point where I cannot only hear myself think, but even hear myself speak. My eyes widen in shock and I stand quickly, knocking back a surprised Ino, “Y-you!”

It was Kyuubi minus the red eyes. There was the characteristic cigarette hanging out of his mouth, but no red eyes that blazed with the smoke.

So he wore contacts then?

Red eyes were NOT natural… right?

Shit. Am I going to die now?

Gaara and Kiba are standing right behind him like evil minions. The redhead’s expressionless as usual, looking much like Kyuubi, and Kiba’s got this wide, goofy grin on his face that spells trouble.

“Well what do’ya know Gaara was right after all. The Uchiha-brat does have the same first period as us,” Kiba smirks at me and licks his lips suggestively. I shudder noticeably and Kiba’s smirk broadens to a toothy grin, “Maybe I’ll start coming to class more often.”

Oh, please don’t.

“Don’t you get any funny ideas, dog-boy, this one’s mine,” Ino says possessively and re-wrings her arms around my torso, being that I’m standing now.

I think I muttered a soft “help me,” but Sakura defiantly yelling, “No, he isn’t,” drowned it out.

Kiba steps forward to give his piece of mind, but Kyuubi throws his arm in front of him in a halting gesture. Kiba sucks his teeth, displeased, but doesn’t speak out against it.

When Kyuubi approaches Ino’s grip tightens furiously, giving me an uncomfortable squeeze. I guess I wasn’t the only one who felt threatened by this boy’s presence.

Exhaling a line of smoke in my direction, Kyuubi stops dead in front of me, looking up at me with perilous sapphire eyes, twirling his cigarette playfully between his fingers. Ino’s tugged off by Sakura and for once, the girl’s didn’t spit at each other.

I can hear Sakura’s shaky voice start behind me, “You – don’t you start anything! Sensei will be here soon… so –”

“Sakura,” Kyuubi darkly says, blue eyes breaking their gaze with me to look at said pink-haired girl, “shutup.”

“Don’t talk to her like that,” I grit out instinctively, slapping my hand over my mouth mentally afterwards.

Kyuubi’s eyes roam back to me, then to Sakura and back to me again, all directed by his finger as well as he points back and forth, “Are you two…?” he questions.

A blush creeps over Sakura’s nose and she splutters, “N-no—no! Sasuke-kun and I aren’t… We’re not…”

“You’d better not be!” Ino hisses at her with a threatening wave of her fist.

“Oh, shutup, Ino-pig!”

Before they can start their usual bickering I whip my head around and glare fiercely at them and whisper, “Knock it off, you two!”

God.

I turn around to find Kyuubi still staring right at me and I feel my skin tingle under the gaze and I stammer, “W-what?”

“Hn,” he closes his eyes casually and smirks at me, looking back up into my face and says, “I thought I said I never wanted to see your face again, Uchiha?”

My jaw strains hard from the closed pressure I put on it. I was seriously hoping he would’ve forgotten that.

I guess I should’ve opted for going to the infirmary when Sakura offered it. Slapping on my expressionless mask, much like Gaara, I stared the blonde down and did my best to hide any intimidation I felt.

“You must think you’re some badass, huh?” Kyuubi asks dryly and crushes his forgotten cigarette on the classroom floor. I make a distasteful face, but say nothing in regards to it. “Can’t blame you,” he says, starting what sounded like a casual conversation, “after all, we did let you go yesterday.”

Sakura grabs the sleeve of my blazer fearfully and I quickly pass a glance at her, meeting her questioning jade eyes. I mouth the word later and turn back to face Kyuubi.

“No, I don’t,” I say back just as smoothly, though it took a lot of effort not to let my voice darken in anger.

Kyuubi tips his head up at me, eyes tapering curiously with lips slightly pursed as though studying me.

“I’m not scared of you,” and I tighten my fists in a defensive poise. “Yesterday… Kiba was right.” Kyuubi’s eyes darken. “But you’re not the only one, you know.”

“What the fuck do you know, Uchiha?!” The blonde yells and defensively raises his fists. I didn’t think this subject would rattle him so much, but it seemed to be his only weak point. Talk about knocking him off his high horse.

I open my mouth to counter, but he gets there first, bringing himself close to me and fast, “You wanna fucking go?!” He challenges and I’m about to answer him by gladly accepting his fight until the classroom door slides back with a loud bang, sending crowding students back to their desks as Hatake-sensei comes in. He slaps the blonde on the back of his head with a very thick textbook, nose buried in the dirty, orange-clad novel he seems to have every second of the day.

“Maa, maa, Naruto, I see you’re causing problems again.”

Naruto?

Addressed blonde, fuming, turns briskly to face his attacker and yells, “What the hell did you hit me for, Kakashi?!”

“That’s Hatake-sensei, to you, Naruto. And I hit you because you were going to commence stupidities again.” Through the medical mask, Kakashi was friendly smiling, but you could only tell by the slight crinkling of his eyes that it was there.

He growls at Kakashi and crosses his arms promptly across his chest and proceeds to burn a hole through Kakashi’s head as he makes way to his podium at the front of the room, “Go take your seat, Naruto,” and then looks directly at me, “And you too, Uchiha.”

Naruto and I exchange looks one last time before he miffs and stalks off to his desk. I resume my seat and so does Sakura beside me and Ino lastly takes hers.

“Sensei, you’re late again,” Sakura sourly declares and crosses her arms, giving the teacher a displeased pout.

“Yea, I know. On the way to school, a homeless guy fell over on the tracks of this morning's train and two high school boys got hit trying to save him –”

“Sensei that’s gross! And that’s a lie cos I took bullet train this morning too!” Ino loudly exclaims before Sakura could lecture Kakashi about his casual white lies.

Kakashi waves his hands to calm the fuming girls and starts, “Okay class, I’m going to take roll so get in your proper seating arrangement, please. That means you, Naruto.”

I hear a muttered “damnit,” and the screeching of chair legs across the tile floor.

“Kaka-sen, I forgot where I sit,” Naruto chimes getting snickers from the class.

“And your common sense apparently,” Kakashi wittily retorts, pointing to the desk – omigod NO! – to the right of me [Sakura’s sitting on my left].

“Fucktard,” Naruto mutters and yanks the chair out from under the desk noisily and flops down hard into it, slouching back and sinking down as far as he could without falling on the floor. I stare incredulously at this insane blonde that looks like a five-year-old pouting in the time-out chair. Maybe he’s not so much of a bad guy? I mean, to be acting like this…

“Yo, sensei,” Kiba barks from the back of the room, “what are we doing today?”

Kakashi’s roll is interrupted and he lifts both eyes up to Kiba and drolls disinterestedly, “I’ll tell you after roll.” And it only took a few more minutes for Kakashi to announce there was a full class today, which he seemed to treat as a miracle. Tossing the clipboard recklessly onto his desk Kakashi leaned lazily against his podium and flipped open his novel.

“Sensei!” Sakura yells and slaps her desk to get said man’s attention and succeeding. “About our lesson today?!”

I observe both Sakura and what Kiba had said. So maybe these kids DID want to learn. Well, I figured Sakura did, but Kiba’s comment came off as a bit of a shock considering yesterday’s circumstances.

Kakashi lazily looks up from his book and gives us a very bored, slow blink of his eyes before straightening, “Oh, right, yes, class.”

My face deadpans. This teacher…

“For the rest of this semester you will be assigned to four-man cells for a new project I’ve just now come up with.”

There’s a chorus of groans from the class room and a very infuriated pink-haired girl that feels the need to express her inner turmoil screeches, “WHAT?! You can’t just come up with something like that so suddenly, baka-sensei!”

“Maa, maa,” he soothes her with another reassuring wave of his hands, closing his book momentarily and setting it down on the slanted surface of his podium. “You each will be given a writing assignment to work on based on what you learn from each other.” Now there’s confusion running in whispers amongst the students around me. “The four of you will get together and do an assignment on each other’s – how should I say it? – history.” And there’s an obvious grin behind his white mask.

“This ain’t English, sensei,” Kiba grumbles boredly, giving the teacher a rather dour look.

“Which is why you’re writing on each other’s ‘history’, get it?”

“Oooooh, baka-sensei!” Sakura yells again and ends up getting the rest of the class fired up, all except for Gaara, Shino and Naruto. And myself, other than me being confused and wishing to whatever deities existed that I wouldn’t be paired with either Gaara, Naruto, or Kiba.

Hell, I’ll take both Sakura AND Ino together. Anyone but them.

“Quiet—quiet!” Kakashi manages to get the boiling class calmed long enough to list the assigned groups. “All right, you can complain after you’re assigned to your groups – but I won’t be listening,” and waves his novel for effect.

I glance warily over at Sakura, who by this point has severely calmed and has both fingers crossed and gives me a playful wink. I can already read her loud thoughts. Yea, I was kinda hoping I’d be paired with her too.

“Aburame Shino, Akimichi Chouji, Yamanaka Ino,” there was an audible groan from mentioned blonde, “and Haruno Sakura.”

“NO!” Sakura yells loudly and slaps her desk for the umpteenth time this morning, “Are you fucking nuts, sensei?!”

“Sakura, language. And no, I’m not.”

Chouji takes this opportunity to intervene between loud chewing and says, “Sensei, you do realize that Ino and Sakura will KILL each other?” His eyes widen on the word “kill” for better emphasis, suggesting that Kakashi would have to be the stupidest man alive to not know this.

“Yes, I do,” Kakashi says without looking up from the list he was currently scrawling on. “I think it will be good for those two to be in the same group; work out their problems.” Sakura and Ino give a loud grunt in response to that and turn away from each other’s previous glaring battle.

Hm. Maybe Kakashi’s not as stupid as I thought. Way too laid back, but not stupid. That was good thinking, though I feared for Shino and Chouji’s safety.

“Next, Uchiha Sasuke,” my heart thuds loudly in my ears, “Sabaku Gaara.”

No!

“Inuzuka Kiba,” there’s an exuberant “whoo-hoo” in the back by said boy.

“And Uzumaki Naruto.”

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Yeeey! Naruto’s name has finally been revealed! But you already knew what his name was 8D *bricked*
Anyway, sorry once again for the serious delay. I just got caught up in everything, mainly my artwork because I can’t seem to juggle both at the same time XD <--fails horribly at multi-tasking
I’ll try to keep the story moving quickly!
So what’cha all think? Please review and tell me your thoughts and any ideas you may have!
I hope you’re looking forward to seeing Gai-sensei in the next chapter XD

Oh, Kaka-sen is short for Kakashi-sensei, if you didn’t know XD Can anyone guess where that nickname came from? :3
Also another name-that-anime scene: when Kakashi’s telling the class his excuse for being late that morning, what anime is that story from? Tell me in your reviews! Thanks for sticking with me so far! *bow*