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#1  [F] Magic and Jutsu (Naruto) Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto or any of the characters! Everyone should know that abut now because if I did, I’d be making money making this fan fiction! (Which I don’t) If I didn’t complete the disclaimer well enough, please help me do something about it since this is my first fan fiction.. Ever! This doesn’t entirely revolve around Naruto but about a boy named Yami (which means ‘Dark’). So, Yami is a boy aged eight, he has short dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. (I made my own character! ) Who stumbled into Narutos world. And Yami knows the ancient art of magic as he introduces the world of magic to the people of their world. By the way, my creativity might suck because as I said, this is my first fanfic. GRAPHIC CONTENT/VIOLENCE/LANGUAGE MAY OFFEND Chapter 1: Yami. A ear shattering knock awoken Yami. “Hey!” A voice shouted angrily. “Wake up! I’m not going to tell you again!” Yami recognized that voice to be his father. He quickly got out of bed and looked at the clock. ‘8 o’ clock!’ He said in his head with fear. ‘Now I’m definitely gonna get it!’ He quickly made his bed putting away the books that he liked reading (He stayed up too late reading them.) He then quickly got out of his pajamas and put on his school clothes. He finally rushed to the bathroom and brushed his teeth. He ran downstairs and hopefully he didn’t miss the school bell, and in an instant as he was downstairs he was slapped sharply on the side of his face. “Why did you sleep so late? Huh?” His mother and father shouted at him angrily. “I was…doing my homework and I stayed up too late last night.” “No you weren’t, you were sleeping because you are on lazy smurf! Did you know that in the bible…” It was then Yami tuned out. He secretly didn’t believe in the bible, god. And he did not believe that Jesus was his savior but he would never tell his over religious parents that. “And…ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?” Yami then snapped back to reality. “Yessir!” His mother kicked him on the side. “Owww! Mother! What was that for?” Yamis mother then looked at him with a smirk on her face and walked away, as his father slapped him again. Tears sprang to his face. He grabbed his backpack and ran for the door as his parents continued to shout threats to him. A few minutes later, he was at the classroom just in time so that he wasn’t tardy. He sat by himself in the corner as stares darted at him from the other students. He was a quiet child and at the same time too quiet, to the point where it was scary. “Yami!” The teacher called on him” “Yes ma’am?” “What is 3 times 3?” They were in third grade so it was a bit challenging for him, plus he wasn’t exactly the smartest student. In fact, he was below average. “Um… thirty three!” And by that, the whole class laughed at him and the teacher looked at him as if he were retarded. “Yami, please see me after class.” “Um, yes ma’am.” He sighed, wondering what it was about. Knowing he couldn’t do anything right in school. He put his head down and took a nap. “YAMI!” The teacher yelled and shook him lightly. “Huh? What? What happened?” “You fell asleep and homeroom is over. Oh and I still need to talk to you.” “Oh yes. Of course. What was it that you would like to talk to me about ma’am?” “Your grades have been horrible, you have been failing this class and not only that, this is a class for the least smartest kids in this school. I know you are better than that, Yami.” “And…your point is?” “Yami, I am beginning to think that you have no confidence in yourself whatsoever so I called you parents for…” “WHAT? Why would you want to call my parents!” He shouted in her face. ‘Oh no. Now I am in so much trouble.’ “I was getting to that. And we scheduled a conference tomorrow after school.” ‘Oh no, I’m going to expect a beating when I get home!’ “Yami?” She said, her expression worried. “What’s the matter? Are you feeling ok?” “Yes ma’am. Nothing is wrong. I am sorry to have worried you.” “Yami. Is everything alright? Not just you. I mean at home. And is there anything bothering you?” “Ma’am! Please stop!” She flinched from the sudden shock. After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, Yami noticed he lost his temper and he mentally tried to fin an excuse. “I um… am going to be late for my next class sorry.” He grabbed his backpack and ran out the door to his next and least favorite class, Gym. The reason Yami hated Gym was that everyone in that class hated him. In the locker room, while he was getting changed, someone shoved him into a locker and locked it on him. He knocked and called for help but no one came, until about 30 minutes later when the coach unlocked it for him. “What happened?” Coach asked. “Um…I fell in the locker and my foot was caught against the door and I locked myself in by mistake.” He lied. “Uh… For one thing Yami, the lockers are too small for you to lock yourself in ‘accidentally’ and second of all, you missed half of the period so go climb the rope!” Yami was led by his Coach into the Gym area where the rope was dangling from the ceiling. He despised the rope because everyone watched him. Gossip spread like wildfire and people stopped playing their sports to watch their few minutes of entertainment. “If you don’t climb it this time, I will call your parents.” Yami gulped at the thought of his parents being called again. This was absolutely the last thing he needed. He clutched onto the rope and started to climb up. After climbing a few feet up, he started to get very tired. Everyone at the gym pointed at him and laughed, distracting him. He was not even half way there and he was beginning to give up. ‘I…can’t do it!’ He closed his eyes lightly and let go hoping no one would catch him and he can just die. No one caught him…but he was one two feet high and he didn’t die. He was surrounded by people who were laughing and were taking pictures of him. Tears were held back in his eyes as he stood up and went to the locker room. He went into a stall and cried. Luckily, no one was around. At his age if one cried, he would be considered a ‘cry baby’. After what seemed like 30 minutes he came out and looked like a mess. He went to the sink and washed up. No one has come in and heard his crying which as a good thing. He rinsed his face and suddenly a mysterious voice said, “Hello?” making Yami jump. “Who’s there?” He asked looking around. “Over here.” The voice said. Yami looked at the mirror and it was not his image, it was an image of a blonde spiky haired teenager. “Huh? What is happening? Who are you?” He asked him confused. “I dunno what is happening. But my name is Naruto Uzumaki! Believe it!” TBC So what did you think? If you want to read more... FanFiction.Net : Magic and Jutsu |
05-31-2007, 09:34 AM
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