Summary: After another detention in the Academy, Naruto and his friends go off to the local manga shop for some fun. Trying to get the annoyingly loud brats out, the owner of the shop throws them out with a few comics. After reading a few, Naruto gets the idea to start a game with his friends. When they discover that their game is actually good for their shinobi careers, Naruto hopes to expand the game to more people. Before long, there are more people than just the starting four. And it's become a lot more than just some game…

Chapter 1: Enter Kishi & Kubo!

"Damn you brats!" Iruka's voice rang out with fury as he shouted after the four blurs disappearing over the Academy wall. Those four had an hour of detention left to serve, and they had gotten away thanks to an idiotic prank he fallen for. If he weren't wet from the bucket of water, Iruka might have spontaneously combusted from the rage he felt right then and there.

Naruto led the escape with a wide unabashed grin on his face. Iruka, beloved as he was, happened to be a little too trusting to Naruto's ways even after a few years under his belt of dealing with the loudmouth, blond-haired troublemaker. In the span of only thirty seconds, Naruto had set up a bucket of freezing cold water over the slightest crack in the door Iruka had exited from to see who had knocked. Iruka just wished Naruto could use his impressive mind and skills for something other than making others miserable with his childish behavior. The pranks were always something of a conversation starter in the village, but now it was just getting out of hand with how focused Naruto was on planning his next move rather than studying for his next test or training for their next physical exam. If the blue-eyed boy could only put that sort of motivation behind becoming the impressive ninja he thought he was, then Iruka would have gladly been the first under the bucket for a good laugh.

Right at Naruto's heels was Kiba. The boy ran for all he was worth with his dog Akamaru tucked safely into his jacket. Always a glutton for punishment that one, Iruka thought to himself with a shake of his head as his fury deflated. If there was something sneaky to happen, Kiba wouldn't be caught too far away if he were in on it. He liked to be a part of the gang. Or rather, a part of the pack as his clan of dog-oriented ninja would have put it. Running with Naruto was simply a bad choice, but one that Iruka could see Kiba making every time the choice was presented. Kiba was rough around the edges, incapable of being as calm as a normal ninja was supposed to be. So he got in where he fit in, and Naruto welcomed him with abrasively opened arms.

Lagging behind the two balls of abundant energy were Choji and Shikamaru. Truer friends could not be asked for, nor could they be granted as Choji and Shikamaru were the apex. Choji was honest and true, a boy of strong integrity without even knowing it. Iruka had never seen a mean bone in the plump boy's body. Well, other than the angry he displayed whenever someone called him "fat". And that anger only made him want to eat more. It was a vicious cycle, Iruka knew, but one that his clan and parents assured Iruka was not an actual problem within the context of their family. Choji was simply a peach to have around, always treating people, even Naruto, with great respect. Iruka admired the young Akimichi's approachableness, something even he as an Academy teacher didn't have so cultivated yet despite trying. Choji simply was a gentle caring soul that everyone saw, but no one treaded upon. That was not to say he was unfit to become a ninja. In fact, Iruka believed they needed more ninja like Choji to foster openness and kindness with the civilian clientele that came to the village for missions.

And bringing up the rear was the ever laidback Shikamaru. Iruka would have shaken his head again if not for the fact that he knew Shikamaru had the aptitude for shinobi work. He might have been lazy, but the Nara child was startlingly sharp. His analytical skills were the highest among the class. Iruka had once given the boy an intelligence test under the guise of a puzzle. After finishing the puzzle in five minutes flat—a display of intellect that honestly scared Iruka—Shikamaru had grumbled about how troublesome it was for him to be tested with such weak material. The boy had known about the test, taken it, and made Iruka look idiotic with as little effort as he could muster, but was still dissatisfied with the whole affair because he had to expend energy on something he didn't care about in the least. In fact, Shikamaru spent more time trying to avoid tests and spars than anyone else. He could usually talk his way out of them, or at least stall until time had run out. If it weren't such a good tactic for a shinobi to develop, Iruka was sure the boy would have flunked out of classes by now as his grades were almost as abysmal as Naruto's own.

"If I ever get my hands on you," Iruka shook his fist out the window the four students had jumped out from, "I'll be sure to give you brats a good thrashing!"

Naruto grinned to himself. He knew Iruka-sensei would never actually chase after them. He was a lot of things, but a strict disciplinarian the man was not. Iruka was kind and stern, but never overbearingly severe. It was one of the reasons Naruto even paid as much attention to Iruka as he did in the first place. He gave Iruka's words much more regard and attentiveness than anyone else's in the whole village, even more than the Hokage's speeches to him about shinobi ethnic or whatever. Iruka actually cared about him as a person while the Hokage seemed to only care whenever Naruto became a problem. True, he was there whenever Naruto succeeded as well, but Iruka was always there; not just for the wins and losses.

"He won't be catching us, dattebayo!" Naruto declared proudly, because if any of them knew Iruka best, it was him. "We can stop running once we reach the market street!"

"Hmph," Kiba huffed, not looking winded in the least, "I can go on like this forever!"

"Well, I don't want to," Shikamaru grouched from the back of the group. And Choji nodded his agreement, starting to get a little pink in the cheeks from the dead sprint they were running.

"Ah, you guys are no fun." Kiba threw back, but grinned as he saw Shikamaru roll his eyes.

"I bet we can find some tasty things in the market today." Choji lent his opinion to the conversation.

"Is all you think about only food, Choji?" Naruto asked, despite knowing the answer he would get.

"I sometimes think about my school work."

Not exactly what Naruto thought he would say, but pretty close none the less…

"Speaking of school work…" Shikamaru was back to griping. Naruto kind of wished he had selective hearing at times like these, "My mom's on my back about reading more books and getting familiar with Nara clan history."

"My mom is like that, too!" Kiba said, throwing his hands into the air while Akamaru yipped to show his own agreement, "She wants my written scores to go up. Says that my penmanship looks like crap."

"I have a feeling your mom said a worst word than crap, dattebayo…" Naruto mumbled just loud enough for his friends to hear. They had reached the market district, and everywhere was crowded with vendors and people. Food, books, weapons, and tools were all on display for anyone to buy at costly prices.

"She did," Kiba rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly as he recalled the rather frank talking-to he had received the other day, "and a lot of other choice words I can't repeat on the street."

"My parents aren't up in arms about my grades," Choji contributed, eyeing a vendor who was selling exotic peppers, "but they aren't exactly thrilled either. They say I can stand to do better."

"Ugh, yeah!" Naruto ran a hand through his messy blond hair, "But with Ino and Sasuke and Sakura and Shino around, we'll never be top of the class! Shika here probably can, but he's just a lazy bum!"

"True…" Shikamaru didn't deny Naruto's words, because the blond would make him put more effort into it than simply agreeing, "But you can start by watching your grammar."

"Oi, my grammar is perfectly functional, dattebayo!"

"I just hope you don't write that verbal tick on your exams as well as all your wrong answers…"

Naruto's face contorted in agitation. He balled up his fists, ready for a tussle with his friend, even if he knew Shikamaru would find some way around the fighting aspect. It was his thing to avoid physical conflict while battering his enemies with verbal barbs. It kept him from wasting effort, and still allowed him to win in a way that mattered to most. Sad to say, but Naruto knew Shikamaru was too smart for him.

That was why he had already put a thin layer of itching powder in the Nara boy's bed already.

"Well, Shika," Choji said, stepping between Naruto and Shikamaru and lowering the blond's fists. Naruto had stopped the group completely as he was ready to brawl on the street in front of everyone around. "If you want your mom to stop harping on you, maybe you shouldn't turn in the tests with the only marks on them being your drool stains."

It was a joke, but also not too far off from the truth. Shikamaru did have a habit of sleeping in class when he felt it wasn't worth his time. This was the exact opposite of Naruto, who fled class and did pranks whenever he didn't feel like being there.

Shikamaru, despite the joke, simply shrugged. "Hn, it's much too troublesome for me to put forth any real effort. If I'm gonna be a ninja, it will happen of its own accord."

Kiba, next to him, gulped as he thought of his mother's reaction to such words, "My mom would beat me black and blue if she thought I wasn't gonna pass the Academy…"

Naruto looked more aggravated than ever now, "If only I could do the stupid Clone technique, then I'd already be a ninja and well on my way to becoming Hokage! Instead, I'm held back and forced to spend my time with you chumps. Except you, Choji. You rock, dattebayo."

Kiba knew Naruto was only kidding around, but it still ticked him off. Naruto had been given two chances now to move on from the Academy level, and Kiba had not been offered even one despite them practically being on the same level. When he had asked his mom about it, all she had done was laugh and snort milk all over the place while guffawing stuff about some woman named Kushina.

"Well," Kiba started, smirking at Naruto with his hands on his hips, "maybe this chump thinks you're not cut out to be a ninja. Just face it, you'll never be able to pass the final exam. You're an idiot, and only people who use their brain for more than finding ramen can become actual ninja."

"Why you dog-faced mutt…" Naruto growled under breath, even as Akamaru barked his offense to being compared to Kiba. Naruto could understand why. Kiba had a face only a mother could love.

Naruto shoved Kiba hard. The boy stumbled, but then struck back with an elbow to Naruto's gut. Naruto bent inward, a bit of wind knocked from his lungs, but not enough apparently as he punched Kiba in the face. Kiba went back, knocking into a fruit stand that was put together a little too shabbily. It tumbled into a heap with all the fresh fruit littering the ground. Kiba was still standing with both him and Naruto staring at the scene before them. The owner of the stand was just noticing the damage they had done as Shikamaru and Choji stirred the two away from the crowded street while everyone's attention was on pilfering the fallen fruit. Even Choji had snagged him a few apples and pears, hastily stuffing them into his once empty kunai pouch.

"I'll never forgive you two!" Choji moaned dramatically, a tear in his eye as he looked back at all the fallen fruit, "Your blatant disrespect of food has gone too far this time! You know how my clan prides itself on munchies!"

Shikamaru, seeing that they were about to pass the local book store, gestured for his friends to follow him inside. When Naruto and Kiba got in, they wasted no time in asking the question he knew their simple minds would form.

"The heck are we doing in here, 'ttebayo?" Hmm, it seemed Naruto was thinking quicker than Kiba today. That meant the blond was most likely up to something. Probably putting itching powder in his next set of clothes again. Shikamaru would be sure that when he got home, he'd have his mom rewash all his sets of clothes just in case.

Probably have his underwear washed again, too… as an extra precaution.

"Yeah, why are we here?" Kiba nodded, speaking in the same hushed tone Naruto did seeing as there were people inside the store who were already looking at them curiously. It was probably because Naruto had pranked them at one point or another. Guy got around town with his kind of hobby.

Shikamaru didn't turn to them, even as he perused through a section of books in the aisle they had come in on. "It's because I wanted you two loudmouths to be quiet for a change."

"Hey," Naruto started, looking vaguely curious, "I have another question. Why is this place called Kishi and Kubo?"

"Oh, oh!" Kiba exclaimed, raising his hand as though they were still in class, "I know this one! I know this one!"

Shikamaru massaged his temples as he could swear Naruto and Kiba were doing things just to annoy him. Choji seemed to understand, placing a hand on Shikamaru's shoulder in a gesture of comfort.

Troublesome friends, the two morons were, but Shikamaru simply couldn't picture life without them…

"This place is called Kishi & Kubo because the two men were very popular writers a long time ago." Kiba explained, sounding supremely smug about knowing something Naruto had no knowledge about. "Years ago, the two writers wanted to share their love of books with the world, so they used their own wealth to build book stores in every major village and trade town.

Naruto looked skeptical of the idea, "Then why didn't they just put their books in library, dattebayo?"

Shikamaru and Choji turned back to help Kiba give Naruto the deadpan look such a question deserved.

"Naruto, don't be stupid." Shikamaru shook his head, "You can't honestly believe that fantasy and fiction belong in a library. People go to the library for serious research and study, not to lounge around reading comic books all day."

Kiba's grin threatened to split his face in two. "Yeah, you dope! And have you ever been to a library?" Kiba looked down his nose at Naruto, but since they were currently about the same height, it was incredibly hard. "Or do you just get strange headaches walking past the one in the Academy?"

Naruto felt the blood in his ears as his face contorted with rage. He knew he wasn't the sharpest kunai in the pouch, but he wasn't a complete idiot despite what others went around saying. He made furious moves toward Kiba, tackling the boy into the bookshelf behind them as he punched him across the face. Kiba would forgive him later, but for now Naruto was gonna get in his shots while he could. Kiba was also fighting back, his fists burying themselves in Naruto's stomach and chest while Naruto himself went straight for the face. He and Kiba were good friends despite their almost constant bickering and brawling. It was just the way they were. They had no other outlets for their frustrations other than fighting.

And who better to fight than someone you could go have ramen with the very next minute?

Kiba's mom would be proud of any bruises and black eyes he went home with, seeing them as a sign of him not being a wimp who backed down from a fist fight. She's clap him on the back and ask who he fought. He'd tell her it was Naruto, and then she'd boom her great laughter and ask if he got in any good shots. The two would bond over the ruffling of fur, and then they've have dinner after getting Kiba cleaned up.

No one would care about Naruto's injuries except maybe Iruka, who would chalk it up to Naruto's punk attitude. He'd give Naruto some first aid stuff, but Naruto would be sent to bandage his own wounds like a ninja was supposed to. The whole issue wouldn't even be talked about until they went for ramen some time later where Iruka would talk about whatever bothered him throughout the week.

Shikamaru sighed heavily as the bookshelf went tumbling over with a resounding crash. All eyes in the store were now on the two idiots who were rolling around on the floor, trying their damnedest to make Shikamaru's life as difficult as possible today. First a fruit stand, and now they were pulling this crap. Although, if Shikamaru were to be fair, Kiba had kind of pushed Naruto too far with that last comment. They all knew that one of Naruto's most sensitive buttons was how people perceived him, especially in regards to his intellect. Naruto was a lot smarter than most people thought, but he wanted them to see him the way he saw himself. His pranks and general disrespectful nature didn't help in anyway, but Naruto was convinced that if people didn't see him as an awesome ninja, they would see him as an amazing prankster. Shikamaru didn't understand Naruto's obsession with garnering attention, but so long as his friend continued to go out of his way to do the outlandish, then no one would ask Shikamaru to do it himself.

"Hey, you brats! Cut that out! You're tearing apart my store!" Shikamaru jumped and so did Choji, both so consumed with their friends throwing punches at each other that they failed to pay attention to the manager sneaking up on them.

The next moment saw the man move past Shikamaru and Choji as he grabbed Naruto and Kiba by their collars, pulling them a part. He glared at one, then the other. They had destroyed the shelf with all the newest comics on it, and it would take all day to get it put back together. His whole schedule would be thrown off track!

"OUT!" he shouted the one word, and without another thing said the man opened the door to his store. First he tossed Naruto out on the street before doing the same to Kiba, who landed squarely on Naruto. Shikamaru and Choji quickly followed, both indignant that they had been thrown on the street when they hadn't done anything at all. "All of you little terrors are banned from this store! If I catch any of you brats snooping around here again, I'll tan your hides!"

"How dare you man!?" Kiba yelled in outrage, "My name is Kiba Inuzuka, son of Tsume Inuzuka of the Inuzuka clan! You can't just treat me any kind of way!"

"Yeah, dattebayo!" Naruto agreed, "And I'm Naruto Uzumaki, future Hokage of the village! Show some respect!"

"I don't care if you're the King and Queen of England!" the store manager snapped back, drawing attention to himself and the scene in front his store, "You come near here again, even the Five Great Daimyo wouldn't be able to save you!"

People were now paying attention as whispers went out from person to person. They were all watching the scene unfold now, and a sudden smirk appeared on Naruto's face. After all, a real ninja knew when to use tact and cunning to turn a situation to their own advantage. Kiba must have caught on to the idea as well, as he saw Naruto's grin and gained one of his own. In unison they both reddened their faces and strained their eyes in order to make them produce fake tears. Naruto hiccupped once, mustering all the proper emotions he could while keeping his wits about him. This would be a great prank for the day, and he even had Kiba's help along with it. Naruto hiccupped again, the tears now spilling down onto his cheeks.

The store manager seemed shocked at the act in front of him, and so did the crowd now gathered around the store to see what was going on. A great collective gasp went through the crowd as the two young ninja students cried out loud and began to wail like newborn babes. The store manager was left standing in front of his store, looking utterly confused. He was staring, apparently terrified, at the disapproving stares of the crowded adults that were now fully involved in the situation.

"No, please don't ban us, sir!" Naruto shrieked, his young body trembling like a starved calf. "No, please! We were only trying to read, sir! Pl-Please let us r-read!"

"Please, sir, please!" Kiba wailed, thick tears falling from his face as he crawled forward, on his knees, to plead with the man. "This is the only book store in the village my mommy lets me visit with my friends! Please don't stop us from reading the books, sir! We'll do anything!"

"I can't believe what I'm seeing here?" a high girlish voice came from the crowd, sounding horrified. Shikamaru and Choji looked at one another before they too put on their best crybaby faces.

"I can't believe a store manager could be so incapable of showing kindness to children…" another voice muttered aloud, and several folks in the crowd shook their heads.

"They were breaking stuff…" the store man offered weakly, unnerved by the amount of attention he suddenly found himself and his actions under. "They broke a bookcase…"

"We were only trying to reach the really nice books on the high shelf!" Naruto cried, this time blubbering as though he were five again. "We didn't mean to break it! It was just so tall!" Oh yeah, play on the fact that they weren't just kids, but short kids at that. True, he wasn't too short from what he was supposed to be at the age of eight, but it was still noticeable.

"You can't do that to kids!" that had to be a mother who howled at the back of the crowd, shoving her way forward to make herself known. By now all four of the boys were together, Shikamaru and Choji standing while Naruto and Kiba were still on the ground. All of them with tears streaming down their faces.

The crowd watched as Naruto, the amazing actor that he was, sunk further onto the ground as he began sobbing uncontrollably into the dirt. He shuddered and moaned, rocking backward and forward on his knees in paroxysms of grief. The mother from before had broken away from the spectators, marched straight up to the child and after a moment's hesitation, held Naruto in her arms despite her expression of disgust. Instead she directed it to the store manager, who was looking as white as a ghost in that moment.

The people hated him more than the fox brat right then? How could that even be?

The mother patted Naruto firmly on his back while withdrawing a large handkerchief from within her robes. "There, there, son… Calm down… Blow your nose on this… It's not as bad as you think." She made a disgusted sound in the back of her throat as the crowd shared her glare on the man they now hated. "We can always find better stores for you boys to read in."

This simply was not happening! He was gonna be fired. These brats were going to get him fired!

"Yeah," another woman from the crowd agreed, "If the kids want to better themselves by reading, especially the blond brat," Naruto felt offended by that comment, but let it slide as the mother gripped him tightly, "then who are you to stop them? They were only trying to read some comics from your crappy store! Shame on you, sir!"

The others in the crowd nodded and began voicing their agreement. This was bad. No, this was beyond bad.

This was a nightmare.

The store man stepped backward looking to the crowd for any support, any witnesses to the boys breaking up his store.

There were none.

He looked around, completely lost. He staggered back into the door of his store, thoroughly bewildered by how the whole affair had shifted on him so suddenly and largely.

There was only one way to save himself now.

"One moment," he muttered in a tiny voice, and in a moment, had disappeared into the store only to reappear with a large box which he promptly threw at the feet of Naruto and the mother holding him. The woman leapt to her feet as the box hit the ground, dropping Naruto, and making him fall back into the dirt. Seeing, however, that it was just a box, the woman collected herself and began brushing the dirt from her robes.

"Perhaps I was a bit too hasty," the store manager admitted despite how much he didn't want to. "Please, boys, take this box of books as a token of my apology. And you're welcome to it. Free of charge, as well! Just… be more careful in the store next time, please."

With that taken care of, the store manager slipped back inside his business and changed his sign from "Open" to "Closed" faster than Naruto could have said, "Dattebayo?"

This left the crowd to attend to the four boys, all of whom were drying their tears and looking as though they had been consulted by the box in front of them.

"What'd think is inside it?" one of the men at the front of the crowd asked, to which the man next to him shrugged with a hapless expression on his face.

"I don't know… Books, I guess…"

"Idiot!" the first man roared, startling the crowd, "I know its books, but what books. Boys, does it say anywhere on it of what might be inside?"

Naruto inspect one side while his friends all took the other three faces of the box.

"Nothing written on it, gramps." Naruto said, making the man twitch in annoyance at the disrespect. "We'll need to open it."

Kiba, who was already trying to pry the box apart with his bare hands gave a stubborn look since it would not open for him. "Fat chance of that happening. Its sealed pretty darn tight."

Shikamaru turned and inspected the crowd, "Anyone here got a box-cutter?"

"Oh, I have this!" and with that Naruto produced a kunai knife. It was starting to rust and the blade was chipped, but Naruto gave it a look of pride. "I've had it since my first day in the Academy, dattebayo!"

"Well," the mother who had held him snapped impatiently, tapping her foot with her hands on her hips, "Don't just leave us in suspense, brat! Open the box!"

Now that the moment had passed, everyone remembered just who young Naruto was and did not admonish the mother for the way she spoke to him. It was partly a taste of his own medicine.

Naruto ignored her as he took his own sweet time working the kunai's sharp edge through the seal on the box. It was tougher than he expected, but he still managed to get it done.

All the crowd inched that much closer as Choji and Shikamaru opened the box's top wide for their inspection.

And all at once, the crowd's faces fell instantly as they saw what was inside.

"Hmph, a bunch of trash…"

"That sneaky manager gave those poor boys such outdated reading material…"

"How distasteful…"

"Bunch of old garbage…"

Naruto looked around as the crowd started to thin, apparently they were disappointed with the contents of the box and saw no more reason to hang around. Everyone slowly went back to their daily lives almost as if nothing had happened.

"Why is everyone so upset now?" Choji asked, scratching the back of his head as he pulled the first book from the box.

It was entitled, "The Deathberry, Volume 1: Hail to the Strawberry". On the cover was a ginger-haired boy with a stern heroic look as he wielded a massive sword in a black shihakushō. The caption underneath read, "The moment the boy took the sword in his hand, everyday life announced its end-!"

"That junk in your hands is the Deathberry series made over fifty years ago by Kubo Tite," one of the adults answered in passing, "It was his crowning achievement, but it was really dated for its time. The ending was just rushed, convoluted, and really unimpressive."

A young lady also put forth her own two cents on the subject, "Those books didn't even hold a candle to his grandson's series called Taijustu's Strongest Disciple. Now that was a great comic series that holds up. I'm gonna go home and read my collection again!"

Not one to be deterred, Naruto took the book gingerly from Choji and gave it consideration. It couldn't possibly be as bad as the people were making it out to be. Maybe it just needed a fresh perspective from their generation of young readers. Glancing up at his friends, who were now taking books from the crate and giving each cover tentative looks, Naruto reluctantly and nervously opened his mouth to speak.

"Hey, 'ttebayo…" Naruto said, his smile wide and painted on his face, "Do ya maybe… Wanna come over to my place to see if these are any good?"

It was a shot in the dark, but Naruto would feel bad the rest of the week if he didn't take the chance. Kiba, Shikamaru, and Choji were true pals. And more than that, they were Naruto's only friends at all. Half the time they didn't bother with him because he was always causing trouble, but on days like this, Naruto wanted to extend what time they had together.

He had just never invited anyone, much less clan heirs, into his apartment before. The only people who had ever seen the inside of his place were Iruka and Old Man Hokage.

Instead of looking at his friends' expression and waiting for their answers, Naruto riffled through the box until he picked up a random volume.

Huh, this guy on the front cover of Volume 30 kind of looked like him… Well, except for the black hair. But the carefree grin and casual pose were almost exact replicas of his own mannerisms.

"Yeah sure," Shikamaru agreed lazily, putting Volume 16 back where it belonged amongst the pile. "It'll be a lot less troublesome if we bring this stuff to your place than any of ours."

"You've got a point there, Shika," Kiba said, even as he reluctantly put back Volume 34 of the series. His mom would never let him hear the end of it if he showed up with books that had half naked women on the front covers. She would tease him relentless about it until he found himself a wife.

Choji agreed as well as he replaced Volume 5 back into the box and closed it. "That settles it! Let's go to Naruto's house!"

Naruto smiled, glad that his friends weren't making things awkward for him.

"I hope you have snacks. I'm kind of hungry now that I think about it…"

On second thought, they could go straight home. Naruto liked his friends, but he liked his food even more.

But with that thought safely tucked away, Naruto helped Kiba lift the heavy box of comic books and began leading the journey to his apartment complex on the other side of town.

And the instant that happened, the ninja world announced an end to the everyday lives of its citizens!

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