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AN- Thanks to everyone who reviewed. To Nomme de Plumme, whoops, slip of the tongue. I meant antagonist, I swear. It's been one of those weeks. Thank you pointing that out. I went back and fixed it. I also went back and changed Temari from a junior to a senior since Kankuro is younger. Again, whoops.

Since some of the characters don't have last names, I�m going to make them up. This is a fan fic, so I get to do that. Oh, the liberties.

Anyway, without further ado. . .

Speak Not
Sasuke

There was already someone in the room when my chauffeur toted my belongings up to 211 West. Cargo pants, fishnets, and army boots. Shikamaru Nara.

Personal effects were scattered on the dresser and foot of the bed, basically looking like he'd just taken everything out of his suitcases and tossed them at random. Shoes were on the bed, comic books on the floor, lab top perched precariously on the edge of the dresser. Sad thing was, the desk was less than three feet away.

I�ve known Shikamaru since I was little. Ever since grade school, we've ended up in the same boarding school. It was the same with a lot of the kids in Lord Byron. When you're the son or daughter of a rich father, you are sent to the best school money could buy- Lord Byron Academy. I've known plenty of my fellow students long enough to bestow "affectionate" nicknames upon.

For example:

Sakura Haruno- This girl follows me like a shadow, convinced that if she hangs around me long enough I'll be swayed by her persistence, sweep her off her feet, and carry her of to my castle on my noble steed where I will proceed to make sweet love to her. I call her The Leech.

Chouji Akimichi- His parents own an expensive chain of restaurants specializing in Asian cuisine. I think he's dined at every single one of the. My name for him is Fat Ass, but not to his face. I try not to get punched if I can help it.

Temari Baki- Far too snide for my liking, Temari has been around me for far too long. She delights in calling me shortcake and has a thing for my brother. Itachi tries very hard to pretend she doesn't exist. We both call her Queenie, as she is under the distinct impression that she rules the world.

Kankuro Baki- The second of the Baki trio. He's curt, blunt, and decidedly irritating when he teases me(which he has, frequently) but is otherwise an okay guy. He only earned the nickname Fucktard because he doesn't know when to shut up sometimes.

Gaara Baki- The last of the Baki siblings, and the strangest. If Kankuro was blunt, Gaara was nothing short of brusque. In order of how I liked the Baki Bunch, It went Kankuro, Temari, then Gaara. He may have money enough to swim in, but he's a total freak. We've never liked each other. My mom says that our rivalry started as toddlers. I pulled his hair and he would retaliate by scratching me. Turns out that it was an indicator of things to come; he now paints his nails and wears eyeliner. We still fight with each other. I call him Goth Boy. He calls me Femme in return.

Ino Yamanaka- She's just as infatuated with me as The Leech, and has been since we shared a desk in the second grade. Her voice is screechy, she wears too much perfume, and she presses to close to me in the dining hall (the slut. Everything about her, her overly perky smile, her friendly chatter, and possibly her chest, is fake. For that reason, I call her Barbie.

And of course, Shikamaru Nara- Laziest bastard I've ever met in my life, Shikamaru thought that breathing was too bothersome. He's a genius, according to his parents and some psychologists, but I've never seen him do much more than sleep during tests. Somehow, though, he always beats me in chess. I refer to him as Sloth behind his back, but I think he hears me anyway. We weren't exactly friends, but we get along just fine. He just hangs out with a different crowd.

"Hey Nara," I greeted as I dismissed the chauffeur with a wave of my hand. "Summer?"

"Boring," he shot back moodily. "You?"

"Same. Weren't you in Greece over the summer?"

"Seen one statue, you seen 'em all."

I had to agree. I've never been a true tourist in Greece, considering my family owns a house there, so I didn't exactly go site-seeing. It was just another place to rest my head. The same went for Italy. "Yeah, there's only so many time you can see Oedipus before you're totally fucked up."

Shikamaru gave a half laugh. He does everything in halves. I smirked, knowing full well that the conversation was over. You just don't hold long conversations with a guy who willingly spends hours staring at the clouds. Instead, I began unpacking my belongings.

I had three large suitcases and several boxes. The boxes mostly held bedding and other linens, towels, wash clothes. The suitcases contained my personal effects, clothes, shoes, some books, my lab top, video games, office supplies, et cetera. I started with the bedding, since I was entertaining the idea of a nap before lunch. The flight here took two hours, and then another one hour drive from London. It wasn't anything extravagant, but I was feeling spaced-out. Relaxation was in order. I had two full days to unpack, anyway.

Shikamaru seemed to agree. He was sprawled out on his bed with an unlit cigarette dangling from between his lip, eyes closed. He's a recreational smoker, lighting up only when stressed. Otherwise, he just held it between his lips and pretended.

Once my bed was fully adorned in black and blue sheets, I set my suitcases off to the side and settled down for a quick rest. Even if I didn�t sleep, I would feel better if I closed my eyes for a while. Eventually my two other roommates would show up, so best start right now.

I hoped against good sense that I would like whoever my roommates turned out to be. Or, at the very least, that they weren't people I already hated. In this school, that was hard. I hated almost everyone in this school.

The sound of arguing reached my ears after a short while. I thought I recognized one of those voices, high pitched and grating as it was. The other voice was just as grating, but also deeper, like a throaty purr. They were bickering like an old married couple.

"What the hell were you thinking, stupid?"

"I was thinkin', she had it comin'. They all do."

"You think you're some kind of great leveler. You can't do this. You're goin' down like a sack of potatoes."

"At least I'll go out with my dignity."

"Not when they get done with you, you won't."

I opened my eyes. Two figures were hovering outside of the door, one with his foot just over the threshold. I smirked in recognition. Knew that voice sounded familiar.

Naruto Uzumaki had multiple duffels bags slung across his shoulders and his hands set huffily on his hips. I remembered him from last year. He was constantly tripping up the stairs and trying to slide down the banister of the grand staircase every chance he got. In history last year, he dressed up as Julius Caesar instead of putting together of power point presentation like every one else for the mid-term project. He was an unusual character in a school like this.

The other boy was Kiba Inuzuka, who was at Lord Byron on an athletic scholarship. I didn�t know much about him other than the fact that he was Naruto's best friend and a huge slut, according to the rumor. They ate together in the dining hall every day along with a couple of other people that weren't part of my circle, Gaara included. Shikamaru sometimes, too.

The Sloth cracked an eye open to look over Kiba critically. "What did you do, Inuzuka?" he called out.

Naruto caught sight of the Nara and struck a dramatic pose, pointing accusingly at Kiba. His lips were quivering. "He called Ino�s father a whore!"

He shrugged. "He is a whore. He's sleeping with the headmistress. Has been for years."

"He said it" the blonde grit out, "to her face."

Shikamaru and I simultaneously sucked in our breath. Now, the entire school knew that Inoichi Yamanaka was conducting a sordid affair with Lord Bryon�s headmistress. It was common knowledge even though it was should have been a secret. However, you weren't actually supposed to say it aloud. That was bad etiquette. It was also the perfect example of why this place is so fucked up.

"Kiba," Shikamaru groaned in denial. "You didn't really call Inoichi a whore, did you?"

"Well, not in so many words," Kiba said somewhat sheepishly.

"You might has well have." At this point, Naruto whined pitifully. "You've signed our freakin' death warrants, Kiba. They're out for blood." He grabbed him by the collar and forced them face to face. "I don�t wanna die yet. I just turned fifteen two weeks ago!"

"Stop being such a drama queen," Kiba growled in return. "We're not going to die. Not even they can get away with murder."

"I wouldn't bet on that." He sat up in bed, patting down his pockets in search of a lighter. The sound of Naruto's voice is enough to stress anyone out. "Pray tell, Kiba. What exactly was it that possessed you to publically denounce Inoichi Yamanaka?"

Naruto cut in before Kiba could even begin to "justify" his actions. "Apparently, Satan."

"I think Beelzebub has better things to do than screw with the two of you," I interjected cooly.

Kiba rolled his eyes at me. "No one was talking to you, Uchiha."

I shrugged and went back to ignoring him. Shikamaru successfully located his lighter and had his cigarette burning in a flash. Smoking is against the rules, but he didn't care. "Then explain it to me, please, Kiba, because I don't get it."

"Isn't it obvious? I�m fighting back." Kiba slid through the door and settled on the bed next to Shikamaru, thighs practically touching. Shikamaru rolled his eyes and exhaled smoke. Kiba didn�t bat an eyelash. "I'm tired of all the backstabbing and rumors in this place. And I can't stand those bitches."

While those two argued about the logistics of Kiba's idiocy, Naruto had gone silent. I looked up and realized that his eyes were trained directly on me. I quirked an eyebrow. What the hell did he think he was doing feeling me up with his eyes? It was more than a little brazen of him.

I'm fully aware of the fact that I'm eye candy. Girls worship me like a god and supposedly "straight" guys have been known to have a case of wondering eyes. I could have any girl that I wanted, or two at the same time if I so desired. That's not what I want, though. Now two guys, that is more up my alley. No one in this school knows the truth though. The only person I told was Itachi, and he, the infuriating prick that he was, just shrugged like he'd known all along.

Which category did Naruto belong in? Was he "straight" or just gay?

I could feel his blue eyes traversing the length of my body, lingering on the dip of my hips. He was probably undressing me mentally. It was making me feel like some kind of prostitute, especially when I noticed the obvious bulge in his pants.

Imagine what I could do to him if my shirt were off. Oh, the possibilities.

He obviously had the hots for me (not that I blame him) and he wasn't very good at hiding his lust. From what I remembered of Naruto last year and from what I saw today, I concluded that he wouldn't exactly be difficult prey for a practiced carnivore like me, who's brought plenty of unsuspecting admirers to their knees in Italy. He was overtly emotional, belligerent, and easy to tease. I smirked to myself, deciding to have a little bit of fun with the Uzimacki boy. I hadn't real fun for a while, and the prospect of driving him to his wits end was all too tantalizing to resist.

I waited until his gaze returned to my face, where I promptly locked my black eyes with his blue ones. At least he wasn't ugly. His eyes were gorgeous and his lips were plenty pouty. He was a little on the small side, but I wasn't exactly a giant either. He couldn't be more than three inches shorter.

He froze on the spot. I batted my eyes at him seductively and parted my lips, watching to see what he would do. I was rewarded for my efforts with a visible gulp.

I snapped my teeth in imitation of a bite.

He turned away suddenly with wide eyes, instantly becoming thoroughly engrossed with the conversation still going on between Nara and Inuzuka.

See, that was fun.

Shikamaru was rubbing his temple irritably, the cigarette no longer enough to calm his nerves. "You're being ridiculous. Naruto's right, you are going to die. Metaphorically speaking of course."

"Stop with all the melodrama. I can take it. I survived last year's rumor, didn't I?"

Barely, I supplied mentally. According to the rumor mill last year, he'd slept with the headmistress as "tuition" for Lord Byron. Temari (the bitch that she was) had probably started it, for fun most likely. I have to admit, I've been part of the mill too. Early last year I started a rumor about Rock Lee that probably won't go away any time soon.

Honestly though, the entire idea that the headmistress slept with a student was ridiculous. She was far too busy bedding Inoichi and knocking back sake to pay much attention to any of us.

"Kiba, your scholarship was almost revoked by the board."

"Almost being the key word," he reiterated pointedly. "I'm still here. Besides, I'm going to be smarter this year. There has to be a way to thwart them."

"How can you beat them when they make up stuff that isn't real?" Naruto finally rejoined the conversation, keeping his eyes averted from me fastidiously. I smiled snidely at the result of my brief work. This was too easy.

Kiba bit his lip thoughtfully. "Well, I don't know yet. But I'll come up with something," he amended quickly.

"Good luck with that," Shikamaru muttered as he snuffed out his cigarette in a nearby ashtray.

He grinned in over-compensation. "Yeah. I better go.' He stretched languidly as he stood. "Gotta try to get a bed my the window."

The pony tailed boy hooked a thumb at Naruto. "Take your lover with you."

Kiba grinned lasciviously. "Oh no, no, no, Shika. He's staying with you." Shikamaru groaned lightly. Kiba roved shamelessly over Shikamaru's body while his eyes were closed. "Besides, I like brunettes."

I raised my eye brows in surprise. Shikamaru was missing it because his eyes were closed, but Kiba was definitely checking him out. Flirting too, but that seemed to go right over Nara's head. Or maybe that was just Kiba's nature, because he didn't look disturbed.

Shikamaru propped his chin in his hands, sighing dejectedly. "You're both troublesome."

Meanwhile, Naruto was staring at me again, in apprehension this time, waiting to see what I would. I smiled predatorily. His eyes widened in fright.

This couldn't have worked out any better. I had him at my disposal in my own bedroom. This year was looking up, after all.

Temari

Ino was still seething over the insult to her father's integrity, with just cause. Yes, everyone knew about it, but still, what right did Inuzuka think he had to break the rules? We don't talk about what is true. Reality stays under wraps in order to preserve a semblance of honor. Keeping quiet about what you know is the only way to keep going without admitting how dirty we all are.

My mom is addicted to sedatives. She's so spaced out half of the time that I've stopped paying attention to her, just like she does to us.

Shikamaru's grandfather smokes pot and knocks back Absolut by the bottle. He showed up stoned to a banquet at my house and we turned blind.

Hatake-sensei, an English teacher, keeps dirty books in the bottom drawer of his desk. The headmistress lets him and his students pretend that the novels he whips out during tests are written by Jane Austen.

In this world, silence speaks volumes. Kiba chose to disregard the unwritten rule- speak not of what you know, only what you hear- by referencing Inoichi's affair.

Naturally, he had to pay for his impudence.

Sakura was preening her tresses while Ino sat in a quiet rage, lips pursed. Hinata sat on the foot of my bed and fiddled anxiously with a short lock of hair. Tenten arranged herself daintily on my swivel chair. I was leaning against the wall, thinking about the best way to go about this.

Finally, Sakura put away her compact with a loud snap, asking the question we�d all been thinking. "How do we beat what we came up with last year?"

Tenten drummed her fingers on the arm of the chair. "I'm sure we can come up with something. We just have to be creative."

"We could always go with the 'he got someone pregnant' routine," Sakura suggested. "That always gets people talking."

I waved that suggestion away immediately. "No. Too cliche and not nearly painful enough. After a few months the rumor will go away when there are no pregnant girls walking around the school. We need something with longer lasting consequences."

Offended but pretending not to be, she made a discontented noise in her throat and reopened her compact to check for blemishes. How obvious of her.

This really was going to be difficult. What could we put out there that was original? Pregnancy, drug use, calling him a slut, we'd exhausted those routes over and over again. We could always make up something about his family. Tell everyone he's a male prostitute? Make him out to be a criminal?

I sighed thoughtfully. "At this point, I think it would be best if we just sit back and give him time to create some ammunition that we can use against him." The best rumors are always born from something we see, no matter how seemingly inconsequential. You can make an anorexic out of a girl who skipped dinner one night. You can make a sex fiend out of a girl who makes out with her boyfriend in the hall. "He'll do something incriminating sooner or later. We can wait."

I looked over at Tenten, who nodded affirmatively. "Reconnaissance?"

"Yes. Keep your ears pealed. All of us should keep our ears open." I grinned in satisfaction. "Trust me. It might take a little while, but we'll ruin him."

Renegades who fight the system have to be suppressed. Nothing personal Kiba; its just politics.

Shikamaru

It's a shame they don't let us smoke on the grounds of Lord Byron. I'd even take the simple privilege of lighting up in the courtyard. The bathrooms wouldn't smell like smoke if they would let us enjoy our cancer sticks outside. It's my choice if I want to kill my lungs.

Kami, what I wouldn't give for a cigarette.

I'm not a big smoker. I can go for days without lighting up, providing that those days are relatively peaceful. What I was experiencing right now, however, was not peace. Naruto and Kiba, for some reason their unbeknownst to me, decided to conduct a quiet argument during the orientation assembly. An argument, according to them, of epic consequence.

"Dude," Naruto whispered as the headmistress droned on about the penalties for dress code infractions. "You can't be serious. Batman could kick Superman's ass any day of the week."

Kiba snorted, an obnoxious sound way to close to my ear drums. "Pu-leez. Superman is faster than a speeding bullet. Batman would never catch him."

"Batman's costume alone proves that he's better. He's dark and mysterious. Superman is way to obvious. Red and blue, ha."

Make them stop.

"His costume has nothing to do with it. His skills speak for themselves. He fuckin' flies. He has superhuman strength. He's an American icon."

"Maybe so." Naruto snickered. "But Batman's got his own personal boy toy living in his house."

Kiba mulled over this for a minute. I grimaced and wondered if anyone would say anything were I to light up right here and now. It�s not that I don't like my friends. I haven't met a whole lot of people who are willing to put up with me. Honestly though: Batman vs. Superman? Who the hell gave a flying fuck? They were comic book characters.

"Fine, Batman wins."

"For being a pervert?" I quipped dryly. Then I almost slapped myself on the forehead. Now they were going to think that I was actually interested in this pointless debate.

How troublesome.

Naruto raised an eyebrow incredulously, obviously offended by my statement. "Batman is not a pervert," he said in all seriousness. "He has what every man secretly wants: a lover who doesn't ask for commitment."

"I never ask for commitment," Kiba asserted as he reclined in his folding chair. It groaned and creaked under the altered weight distribution. "Heh, I could be Batman."

"You like little boys, Kiba?"

He responded by elbowing me in the ribs. "Shika, there could be listening ears."

I rubbed my injured side absently and closed my eyes as if I could block him out that way. "You just publically announced that you like guys on your own. You don't need me to screw you over."

I heard the chair creak as Kiba shifted again. He was an incredibly restless person. His hands were constantly moving to play with zippers and the loops on his pants. He had the habit of stretching like it was the end of a long confinement period. In direct comparison, I can stay still for hours on end without my muscles even feeling like they need to be stretched.

For some reason, he laughed nervously. "Yeah, well, you don't have to aid the cause."

I wasn't even going to ponder what that anxious twitter had been about.

"Then don�t put yourself in positions like that until you figure out your little 'combat strategy,'" I reprimanded him sarcastically. It seems like I'm always having to reprimand him about something. He does not think before he acts.

"Don�t be such a cynic," Naruto jested playfully. "We have to be optimistic about this. If we aren't, then we've doomed ourselves from the start."

"Who comprises this 'we' you keep talking about? Because this is not my battle."

"Shika," Kiba whined. "You have to help me."

"They'll kill him if you don't," Naruto reminded me fearfully.

The headmistress's microphone shrieked suddenly, creating a ripple of shock throughout the half-asleep audience. "Lord Byron Academy has turned out fine men and women for generation after generation. Keep the tradition alive, and respect the academy rules." The undercurrents of warning belied her otherwise perfunctory manner. "Make your parents proud."

Teh, my parents thought I was a lazy bum. I'm okay with that.

Kiba poked me in the arm for an answer, but I stoically pretended that I had frostbite and could feel nothing.

"Classes start on Tuesday. You are dismissed."

I was on my feet and walking in a millisecond. "You got yourself into this Kiba," I called back as I melted into the crowd. "I'm not getting involved in your stupidity."

Maybe it was insensitive, maybe it was an example of why few people dared to befriend me, but I didn�t particularly give a damn. He got into this mess, and he was going to have to get himself out. And if he did happen to die, then I vowed to give him a nice eulogy at the funeral.

What are friends for?

Kiba

The human ear is deceptive. It is subject to the influence of our thoughts.

Shika had said "you don't need me to screw you over."

What I heard was "you need me to screw you."

I was surprised that I didn�t choke on my own spit.

Oh well, at least he didn't notice. His eyes were closed, so he didn't see my eyes widen or my scramble to cover my lower extremities in case something got a little too excited by the word screw.

Things like that seemed to be happening around Shika way too much. Last year, every time he said the word fuck, I had to force myself to remember that it wasn't a verb describing what he wanted to do to me. And the instances when he did say "fuck you" weren�t in any way suggestive. They were born out of something stupid I'd done.

That didn�t stop my mind from hearing "I need to fuck you fast and hard."

The truth was, Shikamaru was willing to put up with an awful lot of shit from Naruto and me. Compared to him (and a lot of the school) we were substandard in intellect. I don't consider myself stupid, but I acknowledge the fact that I don�t stop to think before I act. Just like earlier when I mouthed off to Ino and the bitches. I fully intend on fighting back, but I did want a plan before I made the first move. Shikamaru reserves the right to call me a moron as many times as he wants.

We've done plenty of other things that Shikamaru must be a saint to have endured. In first term last year, Naruto and I thought it would be fun to have a sword fight with rulers on the grand staircase. We had a blast, but we forgot to account for the destructive force of our blows. Naruto cracked the toe of a three hundred year old sculpture. Luckily, no one was around to notice except Shikamaru, who promptly smacked us both on the back of the head. Then he lit a cigarette and ambled away. In the second term Naruto slid down the banister without checking for obstacles first. Guess who he landed on.

It was amazing he didn't abandon us.

With all he put up with already, I wasn't about to clue him in on the fact that I had the hots for him. He's not gay. If I told him how I felt, he might start feeling uncomfortable around me and then stop completely. I really didn't want that. Maybe I couldn't have him, but I could stare at him when he wasn't looking.

There was an unnatural quiet between me and Naruto as we headed upstairs. We were both brooding, I guess, me over Shikamaru and Naruto over I don't know what. He's usually more vocal when he's upset. Naruto isn't the type of guy who keeps things bottled up. When he's mad or happy he'll let the whole world know. His silence was strange.

Once in our hallway, Naruto got even more nervous. Obviously, I'd missed something somewhere down the line. What the hell had happened?

I clapped my hand on his shoulder for comfort as we walked. "Naruto man, what's up?"

Naruto shook his head and parted his lips to say something but abruptly stopped forward progress all together. I nearly tripped over him.

"What the hell?" I growled.

Naruto just stared straight ahead, eyes wide in apprehension. I followed his gaze to see what had him so freaked out. All I saw was Sasuke, nodding disinterestedly at a girl chatting at the speed of light. She was a pretty girl, high cheek bones, nicely rounded face, glossy locks. Sasuke obviously didn't give a damn if his bored face was any indication, but the girl was so honored to be in His Highness's company that she was willing to pretend he was listening. Sasuke Uchiha is the king of Lord Byron. Girls want him and boys want to be him because girls want him. He holds himself so far aloft that I have to wonder if his icy demeanor has anything to do with his throne being stationed in the mesosphere. People worship him for being a frigid bitch. As far as I'm concerned, he's just like every other elitist in his goddamned school, nothing special.

Was Naruto scared of Sasuke? Had they ever even spoken?

In the middle of their "conversation," Sasuke held up a hand to silence his flirtatious female. Coming out of my room a few doors down was one of my roomates, Gaara Baki, the saint of the school for showing me the best way to attain expensive liquor dirt cheap. He looks scary (it's the make-up and tattoos) but he's actually totally cool if you're willing to ignore his abrasive attitude. And hey, I put up with Shika, right?

Like Naruto, Shika, and me, Gaara makes up part of Lord Byron's underbelly. I've never bothered to be discreet about my drinking habits. Shika sometimes smokes something stronger than cigarettes and wears his boots instead of loafer with the school uniform. Gaara has been known to pop prescription pills in the dining hall and wear elbow length gloves. Naruto hangs out with us and occasionally joins Shikamaru in his drug habit. We don�t hide who we are. At the same time however, we're divided into two separate categories.

Naruto and I are outcasts by social caste. I don't have a lot of money and Naruto is an orphan here as a favor of the headmistress, who knows him personally. They didn't like us from the beginning. Gaara and Shikamaru are different, having socially isolated themselves by choice. They were still treated like everyone else because they had money and powerful parents, but nobody truly liked them. They were invited to all of the social parties even though no one wanted them there.

Gaara never went to any of the parties. Shika did every once in a while.

Gaara's aquamarine orbs flitted from Sasuke to Naruto and back to Sasuke again. Sasuke regarded him cooly, so much so that the temperature in the hall plummeted ten degrees. Gaara's eyes were equally chilling, but in a different way; they glinted the way steel does when it catches the light, hard and deadly.

Black met aquamarine. Both of their faces were devoid of expression, neither willing to admit to betray an iota of emotion.

Sasuke was the first to speak. "Nice summer, Gaara?" It could have been genuine, it could have sarcastic. His voice was too flat for me to tell.

Gaara blinked once. "Sure."

". . . ." said Sasuke.

". . . ." said Gaara.

It was over as quickly as it began. Gaara disappeared into his room. Sasuke none to kindly told his companion that she should get going and went inside before she could reply. I almost felt sorry for her. No one deserves the thorn in your side that is Sasuke Uchiha.

Alone in the hall, I remembered that my question was yet unanswered. Never one to dance around a subject, I dove back in. "So, uh, what's wrong? Did something happen with you and Uchiha in the last hour that I missed?"

Naruto frowned thoughtfully. "Something happened alright. I'm just not sure what."

"Come again?"

He deferred my inquiry with some emphatic arm waving and a huge grin. "Don't worry about it Kiba. I'll tell you about it later. I just gotta think about it first."

"O-kay." I've seen Naruto flustered before. It was a pretty regular occurrence. He's never needed time to sort of his thoughts before, though. We did that together.

What the hell did I miss?

~*~*~*~*~

Heh, Kiba's so clueless. I love him like that.

Temperatures in the mesosphere plummet to negative 90 degrees Celsius. Brrrrr.

For everyone who's reading this story, I'm putting this out there for feedback. What color should I make Kakashi's hair? Since this story is taking place in the real world and I'm not making him any older than twenty-seven, his hair can't be gray/silver. Let me know what you want. I can't post the next chapter until you tell me!!! If anyone cares, that is.

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