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Class was long, and the sun was stinging hot, almost like it was staring at her through a microscope. Sweat was gripping her to her clothes and her bare legs clung uncomfortably to the seat. Naruto twiddled with her bangs and looked about the room. It seemed she wasn’t the only one who couldn’t concentrate in this heat, not that she could concentrate in any other weather but at least it was a proper reason this time. Iruka Sensei was Naruto's favourite teacher but that didn't make the work any less mind-numbing as she paced back and forth calling names, handing out workbooks and writing things just a little too small on the board. I don’t get why she can’t write things clearer, it’s too fuzzy.
This was to be her last year of high school but she didn’t feel like there was any hope anymore of passing her classes. An ant crawled across her desk, drinking in the condensation from her water bottle and wandering then onto her hand. She stared idly as it climbed over the small hairs on her arm. Not giving it a chance to bite her, she flicked it away and picked up her pen.
Instead of wasting a full hour of brainwashing, Naruto did what she normally did; she started doodling. First a little flower, then another, okay now they’re nipples. Quite nice nipples if I do say so myself. The disembodied chest raisins soon became a pair of small perky boobs which grew to become a part of a body. The pen drew out smooth curves and long limbs which gripped onto a long samurai sword, a thick rope wound around her waist which held up a black skirt and Dark eyes stared at her from the paper, a flawless face framed with long jet black hair held tightly in a ponytail. Naruto was becoming quite engrossed in her distraction and although she was no great artist she felt that her drawing reminded her of someone in particular.
Sasuke was the smartest and most athletic girl Naruto had ever met, though she seemed to be lacking a lot of skills such as making friends and smiling. A lot of the boys had tried to talk to her but Sasuke always brushed them off in a blunt kind of way that stunned them for a few seconds in a limp stupor, giving her time to exit the room. At first Naruto had been wildly jealous if not infuriated by the tall girl’s blank expressions and impossible genius, always getting perfect scores.
The previous top-student, Sakura had surprisingly taken quite well to being shown up and it was becoming clear that he had also fallen for Sasuke, always greeting her and offering to buy her lunch. Sakura was nice to people he liked but to Naruto, well he seemed to be offended by her stupidity. Though seeing Sakura fall flat on his proposals after the consistent rebuttals from Sasuke, she wondered who the stupid one was.
Gradually is seemed though, the snobbish air from the black haired beauty stopped being irritating and just became kind of sad. The only person Naruto had seen hold an actual conversation with Sasuke had been their teacher, and even then it was a formality and not social. Many of the students had also begun what Naruto considered bullying; saying things about her she could obviously hear, hiding her textbooks and once she had seen Sasuke leave school in her phys-ed uniform. She didn’t want to know what had happened to her normal clothes.
Now she looked again at the back of Sasuke’s head; her hair was always tied up high and the nape of her neck exposed was suddenly a pot of gold that Naruto could not take her eyes away from. What is she thinking right now? I just want to talk to her.. I want to see her smile for once. Naruto wondered how she could find an excuse talk or maybe even-- Her stomach began to flutter with excitement at an idea that would surely seem insane tomorrow.
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Naruto stood silently with her back to the wall. As normal, Kiba, Shika and Chouji had left not long after the final bell, their parents meeting them on the street. Sakura and Ino gave Naruto dirty looks and made some comments about something smelling “like failure” as they passed her, laughing on their way out the door. And instead of walking back to her apartment, Naruto decided to go ahead with her spur of the moment idea: To follow Sasuke! Maybe she liked ramen?
Sasuke always waited for everyone else to leave before heading home. She didn’t like the pointless conversations people had while waiting and certainly wasn’t in the mood for making friends. Ever. Friends were complicated and would leave as soon as they got what they wanted from her. That’s how it had always been. That’s what people were like. Thankfully because she never showed any response, the students who had found their fun in hiding or destroying her possessions had lost interest and only occasionally tried to get away with dumbass shit like that.
Picking through her notes and packing away the day’s work sheets and books, she thought about the work she still had to finish but found herself feeling exhausted at the thought of doing anything. She’d always had a good memory, so it was easy for her to learn new things, but lately it had been getting harder to find any motivation to keep continuing this same cycle every day. Is any of this shit even worthwhile? She lifted her pack and headed out, stepping on a crumpled piece of paper; she picked it up and opened it as she walked to the exit. What the fuck? On the paper was what looked like a topless ninja, drawn with way-too-big eyes and a long black pony tail. Some of the guys in this class… seriously are a bunch of perverts.