Post by Rockinmuffin on May 16, 2007 18:49:12 GMT -5
Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, I would probably use my Naruto-owning powers to punch Neji in the stomach every day. …He sometimes angers me. D: But I guess he’s not too bad. Lol.
Hey guys! Guess what this chapter is? That’s right! It’s a filler!
Hooray! *Throws confetti in the air* I know you all must be very excited. This wasn’t a planned chapter in my story, but I thought that the heroes of the story deserved to take a break in Konoha so we can meet some recognizable characters rather than more of my idiotic OCs.
In the next chapter a plot will sort of start to develop, maybe. GASP! And there will be a two year time-skip. DOUBLE GASP!
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“Thank you again for escorting me home” your client said gratefully as he and your team stood out in front of the gates to Konoha.
“No thanks are necessary” Yoshizaki replied almost sheepishly as he placed his hands behind his neck. “After all, you did pay Kiri a pretty penny for us to do so.”
The man simply smiled back, thanked your team once more, then entered the village gates with a grin, probably returning to his family.
Yoshizaki turned back towards you, Kisame, and Takei. “Well, I think it’s about time for us to head back home to-”
“Yoshizaki-sensei! Can’t we stay in Konoha a little while longer?” you pleaded, your eyes shining brightly. “This is my first time outside of Kiri. I want to look around Konoha a little more! Besides, we’ve been traveling non-stop since we woke up and could use some rest. At least let us stop to get something to eat!”
Even Kisame found himself silently agreeing with you. The journey had been long and tiresome and he could use a break to regain some of his strength.
“I don’t know,” Yoshizaki drawled, “The Mizukage made it clear that he wanted us to return immediately after completion of the mission.” You waved one-thousand ryo in the air. “But I suppose what the Mizukage doesn’t know won’t hurt him” he finished as he snatched the money out of your hand.
Kisame rolled his eyes. How he had ended up with such a corrupt sensei, he would never know.
The four of you entered the village with little trouble from the guards. All you had to do was show some identification to them. And what little resistance you all did receive was easily handled by a simple flirtatious wink from Yoshizaki and a flip of his golden locks; it was a good thing that the guards on duty were girls.
Kisame briefly wondered how men like Yoshizaki were so good with the ladies. The shark-like teenager came to the conclusion that life was unfair.
…And that he also hated pretty-boys with a passion.
And so, you, Kisame, and Takei entered the village while Yoshizaki stayed behind to… deal with the guards.
“Hey, hey! Look!” Kisame stared in the direction you were pointing at to see a ramen stand. Even from where he stood, Kisame could smell the delicious scent wafting in the air and to his nostrils. The smell was heavenly. “Let’s go get some ramen! It’s my treat!”
Kisame had no time to protest as you grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the stand with you, Takei following close behind. Kisame told himself that he would’ve pulled himself out of your grip; however, he was hungry and decided he wouldn’t mind a free meal for once.
“Yo, ramen guy, three bowls of miso ramen please!” you called out, waving some money in the air. Kisame briefly wondered where you got all that money but decided he’d probably be better off not knowing. Instead, Kisame accepted his bowl of ramen and slurped the noodles appreciatively(1), all the while trying to ignore the stares he received from random villagers.
Kisame found it especially unnerving when the ramen stand man’s daughter started staring at him. The girl was several years younger than himself and was staring up at him with large, glossy eyes.
“Daddy, why does the boy look like a fishy?”
“Don’t be rude to the customers, Ayame” the man reprimanded his daughter, a small scowl settling over his aging features. “Remember, anyone’s money is good here, no matter how freakish they may be in appearance.”
“Yes Daddy.”
If he hadn’t already finished off his bowl of ramen, Kisame probably would’ve drowned himself in it. Luckily (unluckily) there was nothing left for Kisame to drown himself with, though, if he broke the bowl he might be able to use the broken shards to slit his own throat.
The young teen settled for brooding quietly to himself instead.
You noticed the boy’s frown and patted his back in a comforting manner before ordering two more bowls of ramen for you and him; Takei was still only on his first bowl and probably wouldn’t eat any more anyway. You were half-tempted to shove some food down the skinny boy’s throat.
When the three of you had finished eating (you and Kisame had each had two more bowls while Takei busied himself by doodling on a napkin), you left a generous tip on the counter and skipped off with your teammates to explore the village. Well, you skipped, Takei just blushed and kept his eyes on his feet and Kisame pretended that he didn’t know you. Nothing unusual there.
You faltered suddenly as a green blur whished by you, causing you to lose your balance and face plant into the ground.
Kisame chuckled lightly at this; you really wouldn’t make a very good ninja.
While Takei helped to pull you up off the ground, Kisame directed his attention to the green blur that had caused you to fall. The weird, green thing had stopped moving; Kisame could now tell that the mystery thing was just a boy no older than ten years of age. His black hair was in a bowl cut and his eyebrows were massive, especially for a kid his age. Not to mention he was wearing green spandex of all things; even Kisame, who wasn’t fashion-conscious in the least, knew that spandex was a big fashion no-no. Hopefully the kid would outgrow it when he got older.
“Kakashi! My eternal rival!” the boy shouted, pointing towards another boy with silver locks and a mask covering the bottom half of his face. The second boy seemed to be ten as well. “I challenge you to a race! The first one to finish fifty laps around the village is the victor!”
The masked boy, Kakashi, looked up at the spandex-wearing boy, a bored look in his eyes. “Oh? Were you talking to me, Gai? I wasn’t listening.”
The boy in green, Gai, nearly flushed in anger (or embarrassment, or both; Kisame wasn’t entirely sure) and shook his fist in the air. Waterfall tears streamed down his cheeks. “Kakashi… With that aloof and youthful nature of his, no wonder everyone thinks he’s so cool!”
Kisame quirked a single eyebrow; he wondered if the boy realized he was talking aloud, but decided he’d rather not get himself involved. Instead, he discreetly shuffled away from the weirdo and back over to you and Takei.
…Only to find some pretty-boy ten-year-old Casanova-wannabe trying to put the moves on you.
“Hi. The name’s Genma. What’s your name?” the boy asked, his eyes sparkling and his hair blowing in the wind as he played with the senbon needle in his mouth.
“Hi, I’m out of your league” you replied, the smile on your face and the sweetness of your voice making it hard to detect the sarcasm.
“So, did it hurt?” Your slightly confused look encouraged Genma to continue. “When you fell down from heaven?”
Your smile widened, showing off rows of pearly white teeth. “Probably no more so than when your parents dropped you on your head” you replied.
“…Wanna get some dango with me?”
You sweat-dropped, your smile disappearing from your face. “You really can’t take a hint, can you? Here,” you started as you pulled five hundred ryo out of your pocket and placed it in the boy’s palms, “Take this money and go buy yourself a clue.”
The boy stared at you, then the money in his hands, and then you again. “So, is that a yes then?”
Your right eyelid twitched. You quickly turned on your heel to face Takei; “Why are little boys so stupid?” you questioned him. Takei simply shrugged his shoulders in response.
While you had turned away, Kisame used this as his chance to show that brat not to harass his girlfriend- …his teammate, he corrected himself in his mind. You were just his teammate and the closest thing he ever had to a friend.
…And you just happened to be a girl. That was all.
Kisame shook his head lightly to clear his thoughts then grabbed that Genma brat by the collar of his shirt. He gave the boy a threatening growl, showing off sharp teeth, then threw him into the nearest dumpster. He brushed the dust off his hands when he was finished, a grin of accomplishment settling over his features.
“That wasn’t- HACK COUGH- very nice…”
Kisame twitched lightly and wiped away the spittle that had landed on his cheek as he stared down at the sickly-looking boy in front of him. If Kisame had any doubts before, he now knew that he hated, absolutely hated, children
With a sigh, Kisame hefted the boy up by the seat of his pants and threw him into the dumpster next to Genma. Kisame wiped his hands on his pants, trying to get rid of the sick germs, then trekked back towards you and Takei.
“Hayate?”
“COUGH! Yes Genma? HACK!”
“I hate sharks.”
“Me too. COUGH HACK COUGH!”
“…Dude, you should seriously see a doctor about that.”
The moment Kisame approached you and Takei he grabbed your hand and started tugging you away. You stumbled, not expecting Kisame of all people to willingly initiate physical contact between the two of you, but soon balanced yourself and hurried to catch up with his pace so he wouldn’t drag you across the ground. You chanced a glance behind you to see Takei struggling to catch up with the two of you.
“Hey, Kisa-kun, what’s the rush?” you asked, your eyes wide and your brows furrowed. You could count the amount of times Kisame acted strange on one hand, including this time, so it was of great importance (to you) to understand what it was that had caused the odd behavior in the first place.
He didn’t answer you; he just kept up his fast pace, muttering something about Konoha being a breeding ground for freaks. You found that to be a funny, if not ironic, statement, considering it came from a boy that looked like a shark.
Kisame let out a sigh of relief as he approached the village gates. He was only moments away from being free from weirdoes! …Well, he’d be free from weirdoes that weren’t already a part of his team at least.
He kept his hand secure around your own to make sure you didn’t escape as he looked back to make sure that Takei was close by. Good. Now all the three of you had to do was grab Yoshizaki and get out of the crazy village. Kisame dragged you right up to the gates to do just that, however, Yoshizaki was not there, nor were the female guards from earlier.
Kisame rubbed his temples. Something told him that he wouldn’t find his sensei until the night was over.
…Stupid pretty-boy.
“Hey, Kisa-kun… If you’re done being weird now do you think you could let go? You’re cutting off my circulation” you stated, your arm aching under Kisame’s grip.
He promptly let go of you then plopped down to the ground on his hindquarters with crossed arms, mumbling something about an unreliable, pretty-boy sensei under his breath. You frowned; this wouldn’t do at all! You couldn’t have Kisame acting like a butt-munch, at least, not during your time off. You tapped your finger against your chin and were struck with a brilliant plan.
“Ouch!”
…Okay, you weren’t struck by a brilliant plan; you were struck by a stray rock instead. Same difference, really.
Sadly, the hard blow to your head caused you to lose consciousness and fall to the ground with a rather loud thump. Kisame looked over to the source of the noise and let out a groan when he saw your comatose form on the ground.
“What kind of person throws rocks around?” Takei mused aloud as he looked down at your lifeless body, resisting the urge to poke you with a stick or draw a dirty picture inspired by your somewhat lewd position.
From several feet away, the young boy known as Gai cursed himself for challenging Kakashi to a rock-throwing contest. He made a quick note to himself for next time to throw the rocks away from people, not towards people.
The sun was finally starting to set and the temperature was steadily dropping, but Kisame didn’t allow that to bother him too much. He was much more curious about the whereabouts of Yoshizaki-sensei though he had the sneaking suspicion that his sensei was somewhere with those female guards from earlier.
“Do you think we should set up camp?”
Kisame turned towards Takei and nodded his head. They couldn’t go out anywhere without their sensei so they’d just have to set up a tent in the middle of the village and wait for Yoshizaki’s return.
Soon the tent was set and the three of you were all snuggled together under a single blanket, your unconscious body in the middle since neither of the boys wanted to lay next to the other for obvious reasons. Though, Kisame was almost starting to regret putting you in the middle since you had started to drool all over his pillow and his shirt.
As Kisame finally started to drift to sleep, he briefly wondered if every mission he had with his team would end up like this.
In the back of his mind he secretly hoped it would.
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(1) It’s considered polite to slurp your noodles loudly in a restaurant in Japan; it means you are enjoying the meal. It’s actually considered rude if you don’t slurp.
Hey guys! Guess what this chapter is? That’s right! It’s a filler!
Hooray! *Throws confetti in the air* I know you all must be very excited. This wasn’t a planned chapter in my story, but I thought that the heroes of the story deserved to take a break in Konoha so we can meet some recognizable characters rather than more of my idiotic OCs.In the next chapter a plot will sort of start to develop, maybe. GASP! And there will be a two year time-skip. DOUBLE GASP!
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“Thank you again for escorting me home” your client said gratefully as he and your team stood out in front of the gates to Konoha.
“No thanks are necessary” Yoshizaki replied almost sheepishly as he placed his hands behind his neck. “After all, you did pay Kiri a pretty penny for us to do so.”
The man simply smiled back, thanked your team once more, then entered the village gates with a grin, probably returning to his family.
Yoshizaki turned back towards you, Kisame, and Takei. “Well, I think it’s about time for us to head back home to-”
“Yoshizaki-sensei! Can’t we stay in Konoha a little while longer?” you pleaded, your eyes shining brightly. “This is my first time outside of Kiri. I want to look around Konoha a little more! Besides, we’ve been traveling non-stop since we woke up and could use some rest. At least let us stop to get something to eat!”
Even Kisame found himself silently agreeing with you. The journey had been long and tiresome and he could use a break to regain some of his strength.
“I don’t know,” Yoshizaki drawled, “The Mizukage made it clear that he wanted us to return immediately after completion of the mission.” You waved one-thousand ryo in the air. “But I suppose what the Mizukage doesn’t know won’t hurt him” he finished as he snatched the money out of your hand.
Kisame rolled his eyes. How he had ended up with such a corrupt sensei, he would never know.
The four of you entered the village with little trouble from the guards. All you had to do was show some identification to them. And what little resistance you all did receive was easily handled by a simple flirtatious wink from Yoshizaki and a flip of his golden locks; it was a good thing that the guards on duty were girls.
Kisame briefly wondered how men like Yoshizaki were so good with the ladies. The shark-like teenager came to the conclusion that life was unfair.
…And that he also hated pretty-boys with a passion.
And so, you, Kisame, and Takei entered the village while Yoshizaki stayed behind to… deal with the guards.
“Hey, hey! Look!” Kisame stared in the direction you were pointing at to see a ramen stand. Even from where he stood, Kisame could smell the delicious scent wafting in the air and to his nostrils. The smell was heavenly. “Let’s go get some ramen! It’s my treat!”
Kisame had no time to protest as you grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the stand with you, Takei following close behind. Kisame told himself that he would’ve pulled himself out of your grip; however, he was hungry and decided he wouldn’t mind a free meal for once.
“Yo, ramen guy, three bowls of miso ramen please!” you called out, waving some money in the air. Kisame briefly wondered where you got all that money but decided he’d probably be better off not knowing. Instead, Kisame accepted his bowl of ramen and slurped the noodles appreciatively(1), all the while trying to ignore the stares he received from random villagers.
Kisame found it especially unnerving when the ramen stand man’s daughter started staring at him. The girl was several years younger than himself and was staring up at him with large, glossy eyes.
“Daddy, why does the boy look like a fishy?”
“Don’t be rude to the customers, Ayame” the man reprimanded his daughter, a small scowl settling over his aging features. “Remember, anyone’s money is good here, no matter how freakish they may be in appearance.”
“Yes Daddy.”
If he hadn’t already finished off his bowl of ramen, Kisame probably would’ve drowned himself in it. Luckily (unluckily) there was nothing left for Kisame to drown himself with, though, if he broke the bowl he might be able to use the broken shards to slit his own throat.
The young teen settled for brooding quietly to himself instead.
You noticed the boy’s frown and patted his back in a comforting manner before ordering two more bowls of ramen for you and him; Takei was still only on his first bowl and probably wouldn’t eat any more anyway. You were half-tempted to shove some food down the skinny boy’s throat.
When the three of you had finished eating (you and Kisame had each had two more bowls while Takei busied himself by doodling on a napkin), you left a generous tip on the counter and skipped off with your teammates to explore the village. Well, you skipped, Takei just blushed and kept his eyes on his feet and Kisame pretended that he didn’t know you. Nothing unusual there.
You faltered suddenly as a green blur whished by you, causing you to lose your balance and face plant into the ground.
Kisame chuckled lightly at this; you really wouldn’t make a very good ninja.
While Takei helped to pull you up off the ground, Kisame directed his attention to the green blur that had caused you to fall. The weird, green thing had stopped moving; Kisame could now tell that the mystery thing was just a boy no older than ten years of age. His black hair was in a bowl cut and his eyebrows were massive, especially for a kid his age. Not to mention he was wearing green spandex of all things; even Kisame, who wasn’t fashion-conscious in the least, knew that spandex was a big fashion no-no. Hopefully the kid would outgrow it when he got older.
“Kakashi! My eternal rival!” the boy shouted, pointing towards another boy with silver locks and a mask covering the bottom half of his face. The second boy seemed to be ten as well. “I challenge you to a race! The first one to finish fifty laps around the village is the victor!”
The masked boy, Kakashi, looked up at the spandex-wearing boy, a bored look in his eyes. “Oh? Were you talking to me, Gai? I wasn’t listening.”
The boy in green, Gai, nearly flushed in anger (or embarrassment, or both; Kisame wasn’t entirely sure) and shook his fist in the air. Waterfall tears streamed down his cheeks. “Kakashi… With that aloof and youthful nature of his, no wonder everyone thinks he’s so cool!”
Kisame quirked a single eyebrow; he wondered if the boy realized he was talking aloud, but decided he’d rather not get himself involved. Instead, he discreetly shuffled away from the weirdo and back over to you and Takei.
…Only to find some pretty-boy ten-year-old Casanova-wannabe trying to put the moves on you.
“Hi. The name’s Genma. What’s your name?” the boy asked, his eyes sparkling and his hair blowing in the wind as he played with the senbon needle in his mouth.
“Hi, I’m out of your league” you replied, the smile on your face and the sweetness of your voice making it hard to detect the sarcasm.
“So, did it hurt?” Your slightly confused look encouraged Genma to continue. “When you fell down from heaven?”
Your smile widened, showing off rows of pearly white teeth. “Probably no more so than when your parents dropped you on your head” you replied.
“…Wanna get some dango with me?”
You sweat-dropped, your smile disappearing from your face. “You really can’t take a hint, can you? Here,” you started as you pulled five hundred ryo out of your pocket and placed it in the boy’s palms, “Take this money and go buy yourself a clue.”
The boy stared at you, then the money in his hands, and then you again. “So, is that a yes then?”
Your right eyelid twitched. You quickly turned on your heel to face Takei; “Why are little boys so stupid?” you questioned him. Takei simply shrugged his shoulders in response.
While you had turned away, Kisame used this as his chance to show that brat not to harass his girlfriend- …his teammate, he corrected himself in his mind. You were just his teammate and the closest thing he ever had to a friend.
…And you just happened to be a girl. That was all.
Kisame shook his head lightly to clear his thoughts then grabbed that Genma brat by the collar of his shirt. He gave the boy a threatening growl, showing off sharp teeth, then threw him into the nearest dumpster. He brushed the dust off his hands when he was finished, a grin of accomplishment settling over his features.
“That wasn’t- HACK COUGH- very nice…”
Kisame twitched lightly and wiped away the spittle that had landed on his cheek as he stared down at the sickly-looking boy in front of him. If Kisame had any doubts before, he now knew that he hated, absolutely hated, children
With a sigh, Kisame hefted the boy up by the seat of his pants and threw him into the dumpster next to Genma. Kisame wiped his hands on his pants, trying to get rid of the sick germs, then trekked back towards you and Takei.
“Hayate?”
“COUGH! Yes Genma? HACK!”
“I hate sharks.”
“Me too. COUGH HACK COUGH!”
“…Dude, you should seriously see a doctor about that.”
The moment Kisame approached you and Takei he grabbed your hand and started tugging you away. You stumbled, not expecting Kisame of all people to willingly initiate physical contact between the two of you, but soon balanced yourself and hurried to catch up with his pace so he wouldn’t drag you across the ground. You chanced a glance behind you to see Takei struggling to catch up with the two of you.
“Hey, Kisa-kun, what’s the rush?” you asked, your eyes wide and your brows furrowed. You could count the amount of times Kisame acted strange on one hand, including this time, so it was of great importance (to you) to understand what it was that had caused the odd behavior in the first place.
He didn’t answer you; he just kept up his fast pace, muttering something about Konoha being a breeding ground for freaks. You found that to be a funny, if not ironic, statement, considering it came from a boy that looked like a shark.
Kisame let out a sigh of relief as he approached the village gates. He was only moments away from being free from weirdoes! …Well, he’d be free from weirdoes that weren’t already a part of his team at least.
He kept his hand secure around your own to make sure you didn’t escape as he looked back to make sure that Takei was close by. Good. Now all the three of you had to do was grab Yoshizaki and get out of the crazy village. Kisame dragged you right up to the gates to do just that, however, Yoshizaki was not there, nor were the female guards from earlier.
Kisame rubbed his temples. Something told him that he wouldn’t find his sensei until the night was over.
…Stupid pretty-boy.
“Hey, Kisa-kun… If you’re done being weird now do you think you could let go? You’re cutting off my circulation” you stated, your arm aching under Kisame’s grip.
He promptly let go of you then plopped down to the ground on his hindquarters with crossed arms, mumbling something about an unreliable, pretty-boy sensei under his breath. You frowned; this wouldn’t do at all! You couldn’t have Kisame acting like a butt-munch, at least, not during your time off. You tapped your finger against your chin and were struck with a brilliant plan.
“Ouch!”
…Okay, you weren’t struck by a brilliant plan; you were struck by a stray rock instead. Same difference, really.
Sadly, the hard blow to your head caused you to lose consciousness and fall to the ground with a rather loud thump. Kisame looked over to the source of the noise and let out a groan when he saw your comatose form on the ground.
“What kind of person throws rocks around?” Takei mused aloud as he looked down at your lifeless body, resisting the urge to poke you with a stick or draw a dirty picture inspired by your somewhat lewd position.
From several feet away, the young boy known as Gai cursed himself for challenging Kakashi to a rock-throwing contest. He made a quick note to himself for next time to throw the rocks away from people, not towards people.
The sun was finally starting to set and the temperature was steadily dropping, but Kisame didn’t allow that to bother him too much. He was much more curious about the whereabouts of Yoshizaki-sensei though he had the sneaking suspicion that his sensei was somewhere with those female guards from earlier.
“Do you think we should set up camp?”
Kisame turned towards Takei and nodded his head. They couldn’t go out anywhere without their sensei so they’d just have to set up a tent in the middle of the village and wait for Yoshizaki’s return.
Soon the tent was set and the three of you were all snuggled together under a single blanket, your unconscious body in the middle since neither of the boys wanted to lay next to the other for obvious reasons. Though, Kisame was almost starting to regret putting you in the middle since you had started to drool all over his pillow and his shirt.
As Kisame finally started to drift to sleep, he briefly wondered if every mission he had with his team would end up like this.
In the back of his mind he secretly hoped it would.
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(1) It’s considered polite to slurp your noodles loudly in a restaurant in Japan; it means you are enjoying the meal. It’s actually considered rude if you don’t slurp.
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