tale of galant jiraiya
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Re: The Truth of the Matter
Someone was speaking to him.
“C’mon Naruto! Don’t be so lazy! You weren’t even here this morning, how can you fall asleep on my desk?! Naruto, get out of my seat!”
Someone was yelling at him. Why were they yelling at him?
“He’s being stupid, Sakura, what do you expect? Just push him out.”
“Ewww, gross! I’m not gonna touch him! He’s like, one big pile of cooties! And he’s all sweaty too!”
Oh, good. Maybe they would leave him there. He was tired. And hot. And in pain.
“Well I don’t want to sit next to him! Seriously, if you don’t get him out of your seat, you’ll have to sit next to Kenta. You really want that?”
“Ino, he’s sitting in my seat! That’s just as bad as sitting in his seat. Of course I want him out. I just don’t want to touch him!
They really should stop yelling. It was almost as loud as the ringing.
“Fine, if you won’t do it, I will!”
Ow. That hurt. Stop shoving.
“Get off the chair you stupid lump!”
He was trying. It was just that his legs wouldn’t seem to work together anymore. It was hard enough when he couldn’t breath. Or see. He misjudged where the edge of the desk was and another shove from behind made him smack both the bandaged arm and his chin against it as he slipped out of the chair to the ground.
“What? It’s not my fault, Chouji. The clumsy idiot missed the desk on his own.”
“Guys, I don’t think he’s breathing.”
“Don-don’t be stupid Sakura-“
More coughing. It felt like someone was dragging a rake down his throat. Through coals. Why was it so hot?
“—See. You can’t cough if you can’t breath.”
“That sounded more like a dog barking than cough.”
“I told you something was wrong, Shikamaru. I think he’s really sick.”
“Ew! I’m not sitting in that seat if he’s sick! I’ll catch his germs!”
Panic suddenly crept through his body. The ringing hadn’t stopped, but it was changing. Changing like it had before. His eyes snapped open and he pushed himself up shakily.
“Maybe one of us should go get Iruka-sensei.”
“Shikamaru, you should go.”
“What? Why me?”
“'Cause…'cause you were the last one in and I said so!”
“Naruto are you okay?”
He couldn’t breath. He couldn’t look up either, was too afraid. Holding his hands in front of his face he could already tell that the orange haze floated in front of them, and if he looked up he knew what he would see. Just the memory of the glowing eyes, everyone’s glowing eyes increased the fear tenfold and his throat closed up, gagging him.
“Oh god, move back! He’s going to throw up!”
“Shikamaru, Iruka-sensei is still outside putting the equipment away! We need to do something!”
“Yeah, okay. Jeez, this is so troublesome.”
Now the voices were changing, too. He had to get away from here. He kept his head down and grabbed onto the chair, struggling to function at all and failing miserably. The mutterings of the crowd started to run together into a deep bass and Naruto knew he didn’t have much time. The haze was even thicker than the last time but he could still see beyond it, and if he could see he could escape.
“What are you doing usuratonkachi?”
It was a reflex. That unique insult was only ever directed at him and only ever by one person, and several years of rivalry apparently couldn’t be beaten out of him even when he felt like dying, even when he was terrified of what he would see. He lifted his head, mouth open to retort, only to have the words ripped from his throat in a terrified sound as his brain’s flight response kicked in.
WHAT’S WRONG KID?
It wasn’t Sasuke. Not from the chest up, anyway. None of them were who they were supposed to be. Instead their faces were twisted into the form from before. Glowing orange eyes, cat-like and hateful. Rimmed with black outlines just like their mouths. Mouths with grins that stretched back to their ears and deadly teeth. He couldn’t move. He wanted to. He wanted to get away from that killer intent that radiated from the… the thing and made him feel like drowning. But his body wasn’t responding to him.
HEY. FUCKING BRAT. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?
“Mon…monster…” was all he managed to rasp out.
The thing’s grin widened and this time there was a hint of glee in the eyes. The killing intent and the haze seemed to strengthen and solidify at the same time, and Naruto could have sworn that a fox tail was beginning to form behind the body of his rival.
SCARED? It chuckled. YOU SHOULD BE FOOL. DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LONG TO TAKE YOU APART? IF ONLY I COULD REACH YOU WITH MY CLAWS, I’D TEAR OFF ALL YOUR LIMBS, ONE BY ONE, AND RELISH THE SCREAMS. IMAGINE. ALL THAT STANDS BETWEEN FREEDOM AND ME IS YOU, BRAT. A FUCKING CHILD. AND YET, I STILL NEED YOU. A BRAT THAT CAN’T EVEN TAKE CARE OF ITSELF.
YOU SHOULD THANK ME YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHIT. I’M SAVING YOUR LIFE.
“You—“ he was shaking in terror and barely able to breath, but his body finally forced him to react, “You’re…you’re…a monster!” He crashed into the desk as he tripped on the stair down in his desperation to escape. The bodies of his classmates scrambled out of his way, their tails whipping in his face as he scrambled through them. The thing laughed a deep, barking laugh as Naruto stopped in his tracks. Blocking the doorway was the complete form of a fox, nine-tailed, flaming and crouched down ready to pounce.
DON’T YOU GET IT YET, FOOL? THEY AREN’T THE MONSTERS. IT’S YOU!
Claws outstretched, jaw open wide, the fox lunged.