Finally got to doing this. Heh. Better late than never, I guess.
Why now? Umm ... well, remember that 'if I have anymore caffeine I'll either puke or write a new web browser' bit?
Something like that. Just replace 'web browser' with 'fanfic segment'.
The crack of dawn illuminated an odd sight. At least when one considered the shinobi involved.
Leaves rustled in the wind.
Bakusuta Neshan, Special Jounin of the Hidden Leaf, and head of their Archives.
Nara Shikanenai, Chunin of the same, intrepid traveller, explorer, and someone who'd come by the nickname of 'Eternal Tourist' honestly and legitimately.
Kirigishi Katsu, Jounin of the Hidden Mist, currently residing in the Leaf along with his Genin team as a gesture of good will ... that, at least, was the official reason.
"So ... wolf still at the door?" Neshan broke the silence, shooting the Mist-nin a look.
"Mhm ... yup." the Mist-nin said. In between munching on a skewer's worth of dango. Something, it should be noted, that he'd never really bothered with even as recently as a day ago.
If asked, he'd claim he'd picked up the habit from when he'd been involved in planning sessions with a person who was obsessed enough with the stuff to always bring some along.
Katsu raised an eyebrow at 'Nenai. "Bells, balls ..."
"... what's the difference?" the Nara smirked. Looked to Neshan. "Team Seven ..."
"... sanjo!" Neshan finished.
The trio blinked at one-another.
Each had a hand outstretched, holding a roll of white toilet paper.
They grinned.
A ways off, and behind a few walls, Hyuuga Hiashi shivered in his sleep.
***
Three haggard looking nins stumbled into the Training Area.
A blond boy wearing a pair of baggy orange pants, sandals, and an equally orange jacket over a net shirt.
A pink haired girl in fatigues, one of those odd foreign dress shirts and an overcoat.
A black haired boy, in black fatigue pants, a shinobi vest over a ragged-sleeved t-shirt, and a pair of reinforced gauntlets.
"Sakura-chan, I was so worried!" Uzumaki Naruto exclaimed. "Everybody's gone crazy or ..."
The pink haired girl, oddly enough, seemed to actually minutely relax at the exuberant exclamation.
"You ... the situation ..." Uchiha Sasuke attempted to put his thoughts into words. And failed miserably. "Do any of you have any idea?"
Sakura twitched. Rapidly shook her head. "Nope. No. No. No ideas here. Absolutely no ideas here, Sasuke-kun."
It was a bit before they'd gathered their thoughts enough to voice them in a somewhat coherent manner.
"I was ... I mean. I woke up," Naruto scratched his head in embarassment. "Ya know I live alone, right?"
The other two nodded.
"Well, I woke up at Shikamaru's place. And there was stuff there that coulda've been mine ... and pictures. Like they adopted me or something," the blond's mind was still reeling at the idea, the possiblity, of having an actual family. Also, he thought he shouldn't mention the fact that that nutsoid Sand-chick was hanging off him in some of the pictures (and trying to kill him in others).
"I ... used to live in an apartment. Still do. I woke up today because I was ... disturbed by something. Apparently, I've acquired a roommate," the whip and chain-weapon collection something in his memories told him belonged to Yamanaka and which occupied the biggest wall of the common room of the two bedroom apartment was disturbing ... but he'd also had to stop himself from grabbing a kusari-gama upon leaving for some reason. Most odd. No odder than the fact that the living arrangements seemed ... oddly comfortable for some reason. Though he'd also noticed that his room had several locks on the door ...
Both boys looked to Sakura.
Sakura blinked. And seemed to want to disappear inside the voluminous coat, judging by the fidgeting.
"Somehow, I've got an apartment ... and, err, I ... umm ... sortofwokeupinbedwithHyuugaHinata," she mumbled, beet red.
The birds chirped as the silence stretched on.
Oh, yes. This was going to be a looooooong day.
I'd blame the caffeine, if it weren't for the fact that the ideas for this came about a while back already and 'only' needed to be written down.
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm
Why now? Umm ... well, remember that 'if I have anymore caffeine I'll either puke or write a new web browser' bit?
Something like that. Just replace 'web browser' with 'fanfic segment'.
The crack of dawn illuminated an odd sight. At least when one considered the shinobi involved.
Leaves rustled in the wind.
Bakusuta Neshan, Special Jounin of the Hidden Leaf, and head of their Archives.
Nara Shikanenai, Chunin of the same, intrepid traveller, explorer, and someone who'd come by the nickname of 'Eternal Tourist' honestly and legitimately.
Kirigishi Katsu, Jounin of the Hidden Mist, currently residing in the Leaf along with his Genin team as a gesture of good will ... that, at least, was the official reason.
"So ... wolf still at the door?" Neshan broke the silence, shooting the Mist-nin a look.
"Mhm ... yup." the Mist-nin said. In between munching on a skewer's worth of dango. Something, it should be noted, that he'd never really bothered with even as recently as a day ago.
If asked, he'd claim he'd picked up the habit from when he'd been involved in planning sessions with a person who was obsessed enough with the stuff to always bring some along.
Katsu raised an eyebrow at 'Nenai. "Bells, balls ..."
"... what's the difference?" the Nara smirked. Looked to Neshan. "Team Seven ..."
"... sanjo!" Neshan finished.
The trio blinked at one-another.
Each had a hand outstretched, holding a roll of white toilet paper.
They grinned.
A ways off, and behind a few walls, Hyuuga Hiashi shivered in his sleep.
***
Three haggard looking nins stumbled into the Training Area.
A blond boy wearing a pair of baggy orange pants, sandals, and an equally orange jacket over a net shirt.
A pink haired girl in fatigues, one of those odd foreign dress shirts and an overcoat.
A black haired boy, in black fatigue pants, a shinobi vest over a ragged-sleeved t-shirt, and a pair of reinforced gauntlets.
"Sakura-chan, I was so worried!" Uzumaki Naruto exclaimed. "Everybody's gone crazy or ..."
The pink haired girl, oddly enough, seemed to actually minutely relax at the exuberant exclamation.
"You ... the situation ..." Uchiha Sasuke attempted to put his thoughts into words. And failed miserably. "Do any of you have any idea?"
Sakura twitched. Rapidly shook her head. "Nope. No. No. No ideas here. Absolutely no ideas here, Sasuke-kun."
It was a bit before they'd gathered their thoughts enough to voice them in a somewhat coherent manner.
"I was ... I mean. I woke up," Naruto scratched his head in embarassment. "Ya know I live alone, right?"
The other two nodded.
"Well, I woke up at Shikamaru's place. And there was stuff there that coulda've been mine ... and pictures. Like they adopted me or something," the blond's mind was still reeling at the idea, the possiblity, of having an actual family. Also, he thought he shouldn't mention the fact that that nutsoid Sand-chick was hanging off him in some of the pictures (and trying to kill him in others).
"I ... used to live in an apartment. Still do. I woke up today because I was ... disturbed by something. Apparently, I've acquired a roommate," the whip and chain-weapon collection something in his memories told him belonged to Yamanaka and which occupied the biggest wall of the common room of the two bedroom apartment was disturbing ... but he'd also had to stop himself from grabbing a kusari-gama upon leaving for some reason. Most odd. No odder than the fact that the living arrangements seemed ... oddly comfortable for some reason. Though he'd also noticed that his room had several locks on the door ...
Both boys looked to Sakura.
Sakura blinked. And seemed to want to disappear inside the voluminous coat, judging by the fidgeting.
"Somehow, I've got an apartment ... and, err, I ... umm ... sortofwokeupinbedwithHyuugaHinata," she mumbled, beet red.
The birds chirped as the silence stretched on.
Oh, yes. This was going to be a looooooong day.
I'd blame the caffeine, if it weren't for the fact that the ideas for this came about a while back already and 'only' needed to be written down.
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm