♪ Shake it three time, you're playing with yourself again! ♪

"Boss, we've located him."

"Eh?"

"Him. You know…"

"…"

Exasperated sigh. "Your son who ran away six months ago?"

"Oh! Why didn't you say – YOU FOUND HIM? WHERE IS HE? WHERE IS MY SON?"

"Sir…"

"BRING HIM TO ME RIGHT HIS MOMENT. HAS HE NO SHAME? MAKING ME WORRY LIKE THAT—"

"Sir--!"

"DOESN'T HE LOVE ME ANYMORE?" Sob.

Twitch. "BOSS."

"Oh, what?"

"…He's not here.We've merely detected his current location."

"Wonderful! And where is his current location, my good man?"

"Uh, well…"

Hesitation.

Evil eye.

"Eh-heh… Well… You see… I was… erm… given extremely, heavily, I'll-kill-you-if-you-tell-Boss orders to, uh, not tell you."

"You realize I am your Boss, and this is my son, therefore I am inclined to know of his well-being."

"He's fine, Boss!"

"And to know his location.You realize, my good man, that… THERE ARE THINGS WORSE THAN DEATH?"

"Uh…"

Gulp.

→ y a k u z a . 1 0 1 ←
By FTsama

Naruto © Kishimoto Masashi

"Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in."
--The Godfather

№1. The New Kids

The blond walking across a bridge abruptly paused to sneeze. While one hand held his book bag slung over a shoulder, his other hand came up to rub at his nose. The boy crinkled his nose and sniffled. Unfortunately it was spring and his allergies were coming at him with full force. He reached into the pocket of his school uniform and pulled out a crumbled piece of tissue. The boy blew into it before tossing the wad of Kleenex over his shoulder and continued crossing the bridge casually.

Allergies or not, he was in a bright, sunny mood. The sky was blue. The air was warm. The pollen from the flowers was tickling his nose, coaxing another sneeze from him that he tried really, really hard to keep down. His eyes were as bright as the sky and his hair as yellow as sunflowers. His skin was a healthy, bronze, no doubt from constant exposure to the sun. One of his friends always warned him he could get skin cancer. But whatever. Was it his fault he liked to be outside so much?

Okay maybe it was his fault, but we're getting off topic. The point was it was a nice day and the blond was feeling particularly bouncy as he headed to school.

He just knew today was going to be a good day. Tomorrow would be a good day. The day after that would be a good day. Hell, his whole week would be a great week. He just knew it (he ignored the fact that he always felt this way after a few bowls of ramen to fill him up).

A tanned hand came up and scratched his (extremely satisfied) belly and the boy hummed to himself as he carried on. While one corner of his shirt was tucked in, the other corner was hanging out and a few top buttons of his shirt were left unbuttoned. His jacket was left open to hang loosely on his thin shoulders. His whole uniform appeared wrinkly, giving off the appearance that he hadn't bothered to iron it after washing it three days ago and wearing it for the passed two days (which was the case).

At least this time he wasn't wearing his orange converses. He didn't want to continue to get in trouble at school, or else…

The blond paused to contemplate the 'or else.' Figuring said topic was something he'd rather not think about, he gulped and hastened his steps.

Really. Touching the 'or else' was not a good idea.

When he arrived for homeroom that morning, his teacher eyed his appearance with a somewhat-satisfied look. He gave the kid credit for not wearing a Hawaiian shirt under his coat, or other atrocious graphic t-shirts and orange converses he was prone to wear. If only the boy would learn proper etiquette and how to use an iron.

"Nice of you to join us, Uzumaki."

The blue-eyed boy grinned. Even if he didn't want to get in trouble, he was naturally prone to being late to class. It just couldn't be helped. He figured tardiness ran in the family or something. He gave his homeroom teacher a mock salute before strutting to his corner seat, winking at a few of his female classmates as he walked by them. They giggled amongst themselves and he could feel their eyes on him as he took his seat.

"We'll be having two new students join us today," the man up front went on saying. The blond stared at him with his chin propped on his hand, already feeling bored. He should have called in sick today. He had much more important things to do… like sleep, for one, and play his new video game. He just recently got an Xbox 360 Live and had been playing Halo 3 obsessively. What can he say? It's just too addicting killing people and what-not.

"But first, role call… Aizawa Michiko…"

He droned him out. It was always easy to drone out his instructor's voice. The man had the most boring tone that he ever heard.

"…Fukayama…"

He contemplated reaching into his bag and listening to his IPod.

"…Nakagawa…"

He wondered back to thinking of his breakfast earlier that morning. He was starting to think the milk he drank had expired… Oh well.

"Uzumaki Naruto…"

"Here!" Naruto chirped, and the teacher snorted.

"We all know that." And on he went with role call.

Naruto rolled his eyes and slumped back in his seat. He was going to be nice today and notlisten to his music, but the old man brought it upon himself. Really. Being rude like that. So uncalled for. He reached down for his book bag and set it on his desk before unclipping the straps and letting it fold open. He didn't have much in it. A worn-out orange notebook. A few crumbled pieces of paper, no doubt tests and homework, pencils, markers…

"…like for you guys to meet the new students…"

"Where is it?" Naruto muttered beneath his breath. Don't tell me I left it at home! Man!

"…just moved here from…"

Naruto banged his head on his bag. He even forgot his Nintendo DS. Well wasn't that just peachy? What was he supposed to do all day now?

"Please, introduce yourselves…"

Naruto heard a sigh from his right and looked at the girl next to him curiously. She had a dreamy look plastered on her face as she stared up front. But Naruto heard the voices of the new students before he saw them.

A smooth, baritone voice sounded confidently and Naruto froze.

"Uchiha Sasuke."

A perky, feminine voice spoke up after him:

"I am Haruno Sakura! Pleased to meet you all!"

Naruto visibly paled.

There was a loud thump as the blond slid out of his chair from surprise and fell to the ground.

Ah, well, shit.

And he thought it was going to be a niceday.