12Ah…so tired. Woke up at 9:00 to do this, so it might be a bit weird X_X. Anywho, just read ahead (please!) Now, just to make things straight: DON'T FLAME ME! (Suggestions are welcome though)
Now…
DON'T FLAME ME! (Garra will be after your blood if you do!)
Anywho, time for the annoying thingy migjigy:
I do NOT own any of Naruto
(If I did, I'll be sooo rich by now… I'll buy a new house, a new car, and take over the world….MUHAHAHA)
By the way, I rewrote this chapter since a lot of people said that the chapters sucked.
Anyways (I seem to write a lot of that, don't I?) happy reading!
The setting sun cast a warm orange glow over the friendly village of Konoha. A lone wanderer limped silently past its gates and into the village. Even to an untrained eye you could tell that he was or had been badly injured. He kept his straw hat low and his cloak gently wrapped around him. As he walked down a street, the people around him began to notice a faint smell in the air.
-Some distance away-
A fruit vendor wrinkled her nose. "What on earth is that smell? Spring is already here and summer is months away. The garbage can't start to smell so soon."
…
Hiroshi gripped his left arm painfully and swore. *Damnit. It still hurts. I thought that by now it should have healed. * He sighed. * First things first: medicinal herbs, food, and…* He sniffed the air *…a bath *
His stomach gave a rumble and he stopped walking. *Guess that food comes first * Looking around, Hiroshi spied a nearby ramen stand. Heading towards it, he noticed that the sign outside said "Ichiraku Ramen"
Although the stand was near empty, Hiroshi was not alone. Next to him sat a young chuunin that went by the name of Iruka. He was grinning broadly at something his blond ex-student said between mouthfuls. However, when Hiroshi entered the stand, Iruka frowned slightly. The air suddenly felt damp, suffocating, dirty if it could. There was a smell to it that was almost so familiar. A smell that he had almost long forgotten…
"Hey Iruka-sensei, let's order another bowl of ramen!"
Iruka anime sweat dropped.
"Naruto, I don't know about you, but I'm stuffed. You can order another bowl if you like."
"Thanks! Another misro ramen please!"
Iruka anime sweat dropped and groaned.
"Naruto! I didn't really mean it!"
"So?"
A few minutes later, a content and full Naruto sighed.
"Bill please!" called out Iruka.
He looked up…and saw the manager of the stand evilly rubbing her hands together. She had on her face pure evilness.
Iruka anime sweat dropped, again, and hoped that he had enough money left for his dinner tonight.
Hiroshi paid for his ramen, and left the stand. As he did, Iruka frowned again and looked like he was going to say something. He opened his mouth and –
"Iruka-sensei! You said this was going to be your treat! Iruka-sensei? IRUKA-SENSEI! Are you all right?"
Waving his hands frantically in front of Iruka to get his attention, Naruto's eyes began to fill with confusion.
"Eh? Yeah, I'm fine. Are you sure its not your turn?"
Naruto took one of his arrogant poses and said, "It's your turn since you promised to treat me to ramen twice if I become a better ninja."
"So?"
"What do you mean so? I've become a stronger ninja! I'm going to be Hokage one day! I even surpass that old geezer!"
"Um…."
"Besides, this is only the first time. You still have to treat me again!"
Iruka tilted his head down and gave Naruto a teasing smile. "From what I hear, you still aren't a better ninja."
"WHAT? I'm the future Hokage!"
*Exasperated sigh * "Alright Naruto. Today's my treat." *Heavens know why I agreed to this *
"And next time! You're going to eat ramen with me again, aren't you?"
Iruka looked down at Naruto's hopeful face and silently sighed. He was a sucker for hopeful faces. "Fine. But I'm not paying!"
"What? But it was part of the deal!"
"What deal?"
Night fell as the two friends bicker over who was to pay next time.
-Late into the night-
The moon tonight was beautiful. Round and whole; pure and white. On top of a tree stood a solitary figure. His cloak whispered in the breeze. With silent intent, he leapt from the tree and threw his kunai at the young jounin. The ninja whipped around and blocked the knife. However, when he did, it disappeared in a puff of smoke. Another kunai flew towards his back. The victim never knew what happened. He had no chance. No chance to scream, no chance to say goodbye to loved ones as death embraced him.
The next day the red sun rose, almost as in a forewarning that blood had been spilt in the night.
First chapter done. Is it better now? Review to let me know please! And remember, NO FLAMES!
Now here are my excuses - I mean, reasons for me not updating until now:
Debating whether or not to rewrite the chappies
Too lazy
Kinda lost interest in Naruto for a while
Writer's block T_T
Spending too much time murdering homework
Anyways, I have to thank all of my reviewers ^_^ I realized I didn't do that in the past, so I'll try to remember to do that now.
Special thanks goes to:
Naruke (for being my first reviewer)
Keo Siph (for inspiring me to write again. You did guess right; I was suffering from writer's block. Sad, but true T_T