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Fandom: Naruto
Genre: AU, gen, friendship, sports (?)
Rating: PG13 for language
Wordcount: 5037 for this chapter

Disclaimer: I do not own in part or full any aspect of Naruto. This is the property of Kishimoto Masashi-sensei, his relevant partners and subsidiaries. I do own all original aspects of this fanfiction including but not limited to original characters and plot. This fanfiction has been published at no profit, purely for the enjoyment of the fans and the collective good of the series.

Author’s notes: I am not using Japanese in this fic, not even the suffixes (such as “-chan” and “-kun”) because I have not set the story in Japan, nor in the Naruto world; there is no Fire country or Wind Country in this story.  The specific setting is not really important, but if you are really that curious about it, then they’re in Random Small-ish City, Insert Province, Canada (yes, Canada).  Anything that would normally be expressed through the suffixes (such as the way one particular character addresses another particular character) will be expressed in other fashions – the way they treat each other and the use, misuse, or abuse of nicknames and/or epithets.

<Insert Witty or At Least Vaguely Interesting Title Here>

A Naruto fanfic written for National Novel Writing Month 2007
by inkntendinitis aka caitlin_chan aka Tsuki Yuuki

Game One

If there was one thing Naruto hated, it was traffic.  Traffic was noisy and smelly and annoying, but worst of all, it stopped the games.  Games such as the one he had just been playing, until some cars came by and they all had to break apart and drag their nets out of the street.  Naruto couldn’t see his ball, and had a sneaking suspicion that it had been kicked aside and lost in the grass growing up out of the ditch at the edge of the pavement.  He sighed, and then glared ineffectually at the cars driving by until they were finally all gone.


There was a flurry of movement as teens with sticks and teens dragging nets spilled back onto the asphalt, and then someone tossed the previously- considered- missing- in- action ball into the midst of the players, and everything non- essential to the playing of the game was shoved to the back of Naruto’s mind and he charged after it.

The clatter and scrape of wood on pavement, the jeers and taunts and shouts, the scuff of cross trainers on the asphalt, the sun beating down on his bare back; they were all perfectly familiar and Naruto’s favourite part of summer.  There was nothing like a good game of ball hockey to completely epitomize why Naruto loved summer break.  Okay, so they would play well into autumn, and usually all the way through winter right back into spring and the next summer, but still.

A stick somehow finding its way between Naruto’s feet and sending him crashing down to the pavement interrupted his train of thought, and he cursed loudly in pain as he heard his team mates call for a penalty for tripping.  The downside to his preference of playing shirtless in the summer was that he often ended up with frequently- nasty cuts and abrasions when the games got a little rough.

Naruto got to his feet and hissed in pain as he prodded at the wide stripe of road rash on his right forearm, and then at the patch on his right side.  Neither was too deep, but they both hurt like hell, and he would need to clean them out; he could see the grit in them, and he had hurt himself enough while playing and then ignored it to know that ignoring tended to be a bad idea.

“I’m gonna have to duck out, guys,” Naruto said as he bent to pick up his stick from where he had dropped it.  “This mess needs cleaning, and I have work in a couple hours.”

Sakura stepped forward out of the group and pushed the hair out of her eyes.  “I’ll come with you.  I should get going anyway, and you will probably need help cleaning that; you’re right- handed.  Plus that’ll even up the teams.”

“Thanks, Sakura!”  Naruto said brightly, and then winced as he brushed his arm against the road rash on his side.

“Get out of here, you dumb ass,” said Sasuke with a smirk, and Naruto scowled.

“I’m not a dumb ass, you bastard!”

Sakura was quick to step between them.  “Both of you, shut up; Naruto, I’ll only help you with that if you come on and go.”  That said, she grabbed the wrist of his uninjured arm and stomped off up the hill, dragging Naruto and her hockey stick behind her.

“See you later!”  Naruto called, waving at his friends before turning around and increasing his speed so that Sakura was no longer virtually dragging him across the pavement.  “No need to drag me like that, Sakura!  I’m coming!”

“You weren’t walking fast enough.  Besides, wouldn’t you rather clean those out before the start to scab over?”  Sakura let go of Naruto’s arm and arched an imperious eyebrow in his direction, daring him to disagree.  Not that he would.

Naruto made a face; he knew from experience it was far less pleasant to clean out road rash after it had scabbed.  “Er, yeah; that’d be nice.”

He shifted his grip on his hockey stick and slung it over his left shoulder, doing his best to ignore the way his side and arm were burning as some of his sweat trickled down into the shredded and bleeding mess that had been his skin.  When the pair reached the top of the hill, they waited for the traffic to stop before darting across the road and into the parking lot in front of Naruto’s apartment building.  Naruto fished out his keys and opened the security door for Sakura, before following her in and heading to the stairs.  Climbing to the third floor, they exited the stairwell and turned left down the hall to Naruto’s apartment.  Sakura held his hockey stick while he forced the dead bolt to accept his key and turn, and he made a mental note to get some thing with which he could lubricate the dead bolt.

Naruto’s apartment was small, containing just one bedroom, a living room, kitchen, and bath room, and it wasn’t exactly on the best side of town, but it was home and had been for two years.  Naruto had lived at an orphanage until he was fourteen, when he was finally able to begin to go through the court proceedings to declare himself as an emancipated minor – which he completed, halfway through grade nine, and at the age of fifteen Naruto was able to move out of the orphanage and live on his own.

Since at fifteen he could legally be employed, Naruto had started looking for a job shortly before he had his fifteenth birthday.  It took him a few weeks to find one and it would have taken longer if the owner of the small Japanese restaurant down the street from him hadn’t had to fire one of his cooks.  The man had known Naruto since he was a child and had offered him the job, having heard that he was looking.  It was lucky he did, since none of the other places Naruto had applied had even called him back or acknowledged his applications, though most of them had had signs in the windows indicating that they were looking for help.  It was just something Naruto had learnt that he would have to deal with, having come from an orphanage where he had a reputation as a troublemaker and in the process of becoming emancipated and moving out to live on his own.

With a sigh, Naruto shook his head to clear it of the old memories and stepped far enough into his apartment to let Sakura get in as well.  He stored his hockey stick away in the entry way closet and toed off his shoes before he headed towards the bathroom.

“Make yourself at home while I get the first aid kit, Sakura.  There’s some orange juice and water in the fridge if you want a drink.”

“Like you need to tell me that,” Sakura replied with a grin as Naruto turned the corner to the hallway.

He went down the hall to the bathroom and opened the cupboard, pulling out his first aid kit and being careful not to get blood all over the clean towels and everything else when he reached in, and took it back to the kitchen.  Sakura was leaning against the counter and pouring herself a glass of juice, and held the jug up toward Naruto when she saw him.

“Want me to pour you a glass while I have it out?”

“Sure, thanks.”

Naruto pulled out two of the chairs at his kitchen table and sat down heavily in one of them, setting the first aid kit down on the table.  He prodded carefully at the flesh around the edges of his abrasions, wincing as he felt that it was already bruising, and took his hand away as Sakura plunked a glass of juice down in front of him and sat down in the other chair.  She popped the catches on the first aid kit as Naruto downed a third of his glass of juice in one go and then put the glass down to take a deep breath.

“You know,” Sakura remarked as she started cleaning out the scrape on his ribs with antiseptic wipes, “this would happen a lot less if you would wear a shirt while playing, and the road rash would be a lot milder when it did happen.”

“But I don’t like wearing a shirt while I play!” Naruto said with a sharp intake of breath as the stinging wipe touched a particularly painful spot.  “It sticks to me and I get the end of my stick caught up in it!”

“It wouldn’t if you wore less baggy shirts,” Sakura commented, pressing harder than was really needed on the spot she was cleaning.

“Ow, Sakura!”  Naruto whined, and she poked his side again sharply.  “That hurts!”

“I know.  Maybe this will convince you to start not being an idiot.”

“Sakura~!  That’s not fair!”

“No,” she said a little sharply as she smeared antibiotic ointment on the wound and then taped the gauze down over it, “I suppose it isn’t.  After all, even idiots usually have some sort of self preservation instincts.”

Naruto picked at the end of the tape, a frown on his lips, and then took another drink of juice.  Sakura sat up and pulled his injured arm gently towards her, turning it so she has better access to the nasty scrape.  She looked at Naruto’s face, and sighed, and rubbed her forehead with her forearm.

“It’s just… one of these days you’re going to really hurt yourself.  How many times have you been on crutches and in casts and needed stitches now?”  She tore open some more antiseptic wipes and started on the scrape on Naruto’s arm.

Naruto grinned sheepishly and scratched the back of his neck with his free left hand.  “Um, I dunno.  I lost count when I was around ten or eleven, honestly.”

Sakura snorted and shook her head.  “You’re just helping my point here, Naruto.”

“It’s not like most of those were even my fault,” he muttered as his gaze shifted to focus on the fridge.

Sakura’s expression softened as she put down the bloody wipes and opened the tube of antibiotic ointment again.  “You’re right, and I’m sorry.  But there are a lot of people who wouldn’t mind seeing you get hurt, and what will you do if you get hurt and can’t work for a while?”

Naruto sighed and smiled.  “It’s a good thing I have you to remind about important stuff like this, Sakura, or else I think I’d be pretty screwed sometimes.”  He knocked back the last of his juice as Sakura reached for the tape.

Sakura smiled back as she taped a piece of gauze down over the abrasion on his right forearm.  “Leave those on long enough for some scabs to from, and then you can shower to get ready for work, okay?”

“Yes, Doctor Sakura,” Naruto answered with a cheesy grin, and ducked ineffectually as the pink haired girl hit him lightly up the back side of his head,, and then stood as he said, “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, Naruto.”  She packed away the remaining tape, the nearly empty tube of antibiotic ointment, the other gauze squares, and the leftover antiseptic wipes and closed the kit.

Naruto busied himself gathering up the bloody wipes and the wrappers from the gauze and the used antiseptic wipes and then tossed it all in the kitchen garbage can.  While Sakura washed her hands at the kitchen sink, Naruto took the first aid kit back to the bathroom and left it out on the counter next to the sink so he wouldn’t forget to redress his road rash after he got out of the shower.  Returning to the kitchen, Naruto filled his kettle at the sink and plugged it in.

“Do you want to stay for a while, Sakura?  Have some tea or anything?  I’m going to make something to eat while I wait for these to scab over a little bit.”

“Nah, I should probably get going home.  I didn’t tell Mum who I was playing with because I didn’t want to hear her bitch about it, and it’s almost lunch so everyone will be heading home and she’ll be expecting me home, too.”  Sakura sighed heavily, and then put her dirty juice glass in the sink.

“Don’t worry about it Sakura, it’s okay,” Naruto offered with a slightly sad smile.  “I know you don’t feel the same way as your mum does, and that’s all that matter.  I don’t need your mother’s approval—it would be nice if she would stop hating me, but I don’t need her approval.  I do just fine with out it.”

The water in the kettle was nearly boiling, and Naruto opened the cupboard over the middle of the counter and took out a cup of instant noodles, and then pulled the lid back, turning slightly away from Sakura as he did so.  Sakura grabbed his left arm and turned him to face her.

“It is not okay, Naruto, and don’t pretend that it is.  I know you don’t like it, and I don’t either.  I hate it when she talks down about you; at least my dad keeps his opinions to himself unless he thinks I’m doing something dangerous or stupid or whatever, and I don’t think he’s actually even bothered by my friendship with you.  Mum is just going to have to accept the fact that you are one of my best friends one of these days.  She doesn’t have any problems with Sasuke, so she shouldn’t have any problems with you.”

Naruto flashed a quick grin before he turned and grabber the boiling kettle and then moved slightly to add the water to his noodles.  “But Sasuke is the son of the head of a prestigious family, never mind that the rest of them are dead, and he has a guardian in Kakashi.  I’m just a trouble maker that no one has ever wanted, living on my own.”

Sakura waited patiently until Naruto had put the kettle down, and then hit him hard on the shoulder.  “Don't you say that, Naruto Uzumaki.  You know you have friends now, and don’t tell me you’ve forgotten that Iruka wanted to adopt you but the government wouldn’t let him because he’d have been a single parent.  Kakashi only gets to take care of Sasuke because it was in Sasuke’s parents’ wills, and because Sasuke’s parents had clout around here.”

“...Sorry, Sakura.”  Naruto rubbed his shoulder a little subconsciously.  “It’s just... it’s hard, y’know?  All the negativity and stuff all the time; it gets a little bit hard to ignore sometimes.”

Sakura sighed a slightly exasperated, long- suffering sigh.  “Oh, Naruto, you don’t need to apologise.  You deal with it so well—I don’t think I could ever be you and deal with all the shit that you do as well as you do.  I have no idea how you do it.”

Naruto shrugged, grinning a little.  “Well, I’m not going to let those assholes who hate me win, am I?  And if I’m always miserable, then they win; it pisses them off even more if I exist and enjoy myself, instead of just existing.”

Sakura chuckled.  “That’s a very good way of thinking, I think.  But I really do need to get going—I’ll probably come by and see you at work later with some of the others, okay?”

She walked across the kitchen to the entryway and bent down to put her cross trainers on; Naruto picked up his cup of noodles and took the top off, tossing it in the garbage, and grabbed something to eat with, then followed her across the kitchen.  He scooped up a mouthful of noodles and blew on them to cool them as Sakura finished with her sneakers, and then slurped them down.  Straightening, Sakura stretched a little and then grabbed her hockey stick from where she had leaned it in the corner between the door and the little closet before she opened the door into the hallway.

“I’ll see you later, Naruto.”

“Bye, Sakura,” Naruto replied around his mouth full of noodles, “and thanks.”

She smiled at him, “No problem,” and then she was gone, and Naruto wandered back to the kitchen to finish eating his noodles.

It didn’t take him very long, and he washed his utensils and tossed the empty paper cup into the garbage when he was done, and then went into his living room to find something to do while he was waiting for his road rash to scab over enough to shower.  A magazine he had been reading earlier was sitting on the milk crate coffee table in front of the couch, but he didn’t really feel like reading, so he crossed the room to his stereo and turned it on.

The machine was tuned to the nearby oldies radio station, one of Naruto’s favourite stations; whenever he had gone anywhere in the car with Iruka, starting from the time they met when he was seven, Iruka had always had his car radio tuned to this station.  The oldies were as much a part of his childhood as Popsicles or riding bikes were part of anyone else’s, though Naruto had never had a bike until he got a job and bought one when he was nearly sixteen, so it wasn’t precisely part of his childhood so much as it was part of his adolescence.

It was playing a song Naruto knew well, so he sang along as he moved around the living room, looking for something to occupy himself with; his mind was running a little bit too much to simply sit on the couch and listen to music, and he was too restless to sit down and read or anything else that required him to sit still.  Finally, he decided that he should probably clean up a little, because his living room was something of a mess.

        And the sign said, “long haired freaky people need not apply”
        So I tucked my hair up under my hat and I went in to ask him why
        He said, “you look like a fine upstanding young man, I think you'll do,”
        So I took off my hat and said, “imagine that, huh, me working for you!”

        Sign, sign, everywhere a sign,
        Blocking out the scenery breaking my mind
        Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign?

Picking up the pile of a dozen or so CDs from his coffee table, Naruto carried the over to the shelf that contained his stereo and began putting them away.  He had his music shelf sorted first by genre and then alphabetically by artist, because it made it so much easier to find things.  Some of his friend teased him about it, most notably Sasuke and Shikamaru, but he didn’t really care because they always had trouble finding a specific CD they wanted to listen to, and he never did.  So there.

        And the sign said anybody caught trespassing would be shot on sight
        So I jumped on the fence and yelled at the house, “Hey! what gives you the right?
        To put up a fence to keep me out or to keep mother nature in,
        If God was here, he'd tell you to your face, man you're some kinda sinner!”

        Sign, sign, everywhere a sign,
        Blocking out the scenery breaking my mind
        Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign?

His CDs away, Naruto placed one hand on his hip as he surveyed the room.  It wasn’t dirty, but it was definitely cluttered, and Iruka would probably be showing up any day now for his semi-regular visit, so it would be better if he cleaned up.  Iruka always got worried when his living room was a mess for some reason—he seemed to think it meant that Naruto was having problems at work or school.  For all that he loved Iruka, the man could be something of a major worrywart, and it did get a little aggravating sometimes.  Naruto wouldn’t trade Iruka for the world, though.

        Now, hey you Mister! Can't you read? you got to have a shirt and tie to get a seat!
        You can't even watch, no you can't eat, you ain't suppose to be here!
        And the sign said you got to have a membership card to get inside!

        And the sign said, “Everybody welcome, come in, kneel down and pray.”
        But when they passed around the plate at the end of it all,
        didn't have a penny to pay, so I got me a pen and a paper and I made up my own little sign
        I said, “Thank you Lord for thinking about me, I'm alive and doing fine.”

        Sign, sign, everywhere a sign,
        Blocking out the scenery breaking my mind
        Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign?

Magazines he had finished reading were picked up as the song ended, and the ones he wanted to keep were put away on the bottom of the shelf that had his stereo on it, and the same for the few books he had dragged out the other day while looking for some hockey statistic or other; he couldn’t remember not what he’d been looking for, but he knew he’d though tit was at least sort of important at the time.  The books, magazines, and CDs had made up most of the clutter, so the room already looked better than it had four and a half minutes ago when Naruto had started cleaning, but the floor could do with a sweep.

Naruto went to his hall closet and pulled out the dust mop and did a quick, thorough sweep of the room; dust mops were so much faster than regular brooms because they were so much larger, even though one then had to get a regular broom to sweep up the crap that didn’t stick to the dust mop, which Naruto did quickly.  He surveyed the room again, rubbing at his eyes as they seemed to have gotten a little bit of dust in them, and then sighed.  He was still bored, and still too restless to want to sit down and do nothing.

Carefully, he peeled back the tape on one corner of the gauze on his arm and examined the scrape – the bleeding had stopped, and when he poked at it gently and cautiously, he could tell that some scabs had formed.  He just as carefully checked the patch of road rash on his ribs, and upon finding that the one there had also scabbed over some what, he headed off to have his shower and get cleaned up and ready for his shift at two.

In the shower, Naruto washed quickly and was mindful not to scrub so hard at to tear his fresh scabs, though the soap stung madly when it crept into places that hadn’t scabbed over yet.  He made a quick job of his hair as well – his water was metered, so he had to be careful not to let it run, or else he would have a higher water bill than what he had budgeted for at the end of the month.

Finishing up, Naruto shut the water off and hopped out of the shower and towelled off, gently patting dry his road rash to avoid as much pain and blood on his towels as possible. When his arm and side were sufficiently dry, he smeared both wounds with antibiotic ointment and then, with a fair amount of awkwardness and a little bit of contortion, taped two new pieces of gauze down over the injuries.  That done, he went to his room to get dressed and finish getting ready for work.

Naruto dug out his favourite pair of orange cargo shorts and a black tee shirt and was once again very glad that he didn’t have to wear a uniform for this job.  He would have worn one if he was required to, of course, but in his opinion it was vastly preferential to not have to wear a uniform as opposed to it being required that he wear one.  He was certainly more comfortable wearing his own clothes to work.

Clean and dressed, Naruto returned to the kitchen to put together a couple of sandwiches to take to work with him to eat on his break, and to fill a water bottle to take with him as well.  Two peanut butter and banana sandwiches packed away into a container and a bottle filled with water later, Naruto was ready to leave for work when it was time.  He contented himself with reading the magazine he had started the other day until it was time to go, then packed up his lunch and headed out, making sure to lock the door behind him as he went.

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It was around eight o’clock – getting close to the end of his shift – when Naruto heard some very familiar voices coming from the little lobby of the small restaurant where he worked.  Since he didn’t have any orders pending and he knew his boss wouldn’t mind, he popped out of the kitchen to say hello.  Sakura was there, as was Sasuke, and Kiba, Hinata, Chouji, and Ino were there as well.  They were debating rather loudly about something to do with the game from that morning, though Naruto couldn’t quite be sure what because several of them were talking at once.  Hinata jumped when Naruto burst in, as loud and exuberant as ever.

“Hey hey, everyone!  Tell me who won after I left!”

“My team,” both Kiba and Sasuke said in unison, and then turned to glare at each other.

Ino snorted.  “You’re both wrong: nobody won.  Neither side scored at all, so it doesn’t matter.”

“We had more shots on goal,” Sasuke said firmly.

“But the ball spent more time on your side of the road,” Kiba retorted.

“Not a chance.”

“You’re as blind as you are stupid!”

“Considering I’m at the top of our class, I guess that means I have perfect eyesight.”

Hinata interrupted quietly before the argument could go any further.  “I think the best way to solve this would be to just continue the game tomorrow.”

“I agree with Hinata,” Chouji said around a chip.  “Someone is sure to score tomorrow – we can’t go on forever without someone scoring a goal, after all.”

“Yeah!”  Naruto exclaimed, and Hinata blushed slightly.  “That’s a great idea, Hinata!  All those for Hinata’s idea, say aye.”

“Aye!”  chimed in five voices, while Kiba and Sasuke just sat there and frowned.

“The ayes have it,” Sakura said, her tone resolute.  “Majority rules, and it’s a good idea anyway.”

“Ball hockey isn’t a democracy,” Sasuke said with a hint of amusement in his voice.

“It is when I say it is,” Sakura responded primly, before she and Ino burst into giggles.

Naruto laughed as well, and then turned back towards the kitchen.  “I’d love to stay and chat, but this isn’t what I get paid for and I assume you guys are hungry so I should probably get back there and get ready for whatever you order.”

A chorus of “see ya” and “later” rang out behind him, and he distinctly heard Kiba saying “don’t work too hard” before he was back in the kitchen and the noise of the fridges and the fans and other equipment turned the previously clear voices into a low, familiar murmur.

Sure enough, a couple of minutes later, Ayame came back with orders from his friends, and Naruto got started.  He’d already taken out most of what he would need before the orders even came in – they almost always ordered the same things, and had for years.  There was certainly something to be said for being comfortable in one’s own routine, that was for sure.  Naruto sang along with the kitchen radio almost unconsciously as he cooked up his friends orders, and soon enough they were ready and out of the kitchen.

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The song in this chapter is “Signs” by the wonderful Canadian group, Five Man Electrical Band, and those are the official lyrics.

Yes, this was full of shameless padding and isn't as good as my usual stuff - it's NaNoWriMo, what did you expect?  I have the rest of the year to edit for quality!  XD

I haven't written most of these characters extensively before, so thoughts on my characterization would be greatly appreciated - if they're acting OOC, I want to know.  ^__^

Just don't expect me to edit this right away - it's almost midnight, and then I'll have 1667 more words to write!  XD

Game Two


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Nov. 5th, 2007 12:54 pm (UTC)
You've got me, that's for sure. I'm smitten by the atmosphere so far. I'd just like to know how you're going to relate this to the Naruto World.

They're 17, right?

Uhh, You can be emancipated at 15?! Wow... if I had that choice, I wouldn't think I could take care of myself. I'm 18 now, and I don't think I can take care of myself!
Nov. 5th, 2007 01:56 pm (UTC)
Uh, it's not going to relate to the Naruto canon world at all, really. But I am going to try to have at least semi-equivalent events to some of the major canon stuff. (Sasuke leaving for example, though I think I'll have had that already happen, because I've discovered that as much as I generally don't like Sasuke, I rather like writing him.)

They're about to start grade ten, so some of them are fifteen (Naruto will be sixteen in October), and Hinata's actually still fourteen (she has a December birthday).

Well, I'm basing this off Canadian law because that's what I know, and I _KNOW_ one can be emancipated at sixteen, because I know someone who was. As far as I understand it (I haven't been able to get a clearer answer) one can be emancipated as long as one is old enough to work, and you can be legally employed at fifteen in NS, as well as Ontario, so that's my basis for that. Naruto lived alone according to canon since he was, like, eight, but that's just not realistic in what's basically our world. ^^;;
Nov. 5th, 2007 02:16 pm (UTC)
Oh okay, just the use of the characters and they're awesome personalities.

I wasn't sure because I think you said that Naruto has been staying in his apartment for 2 years following his emancipation.

Going to include older ones?

That's interesting. I love how I'm starting to learn more about the countries' differences when I talk to you.

Indeed, I've always wondered where he gets the money to live considering how he was in the Academy for the first 12 years of his life and how whenever he has money, he spends it. I guess it must the VIP treatment because he's a son of a former Hokage.
Nov. 5th, 2007 02:24 pm (UTC)
Haha, yeah. ^^;

...Oops. XD CONTINUITY ERROR! Like I said, there was no editing done. It's madness. Madness? THIS! IS! NANO!

Older characters? Oh yes. Some Neji and some Lee and some Tenten, and probably some Sandsibs because I <3 the Sandsibs and can't possibly leave them out...

Well, you're welcome. ^__^

I assumed he must get some sort of social allowance-type thing, or else his apartment is paid for by the village and he just gets some money for groceries and stuff. There must be some sort of social allowance/welfare-type program in effect - Sasuke lived by himself, too (though he probably has more money, since the Uchihas had money).
Nov. 5th, 2007 02:30 pm (UTC)
Ah well, it's reparable.

Can't wait for that.

Yeah, I guess Sasuke was a question of inheritance. His dad was, after all, the chief of police. And it could also be applied to Naruto, as his father was a Hokage, and should have a lot of money left over to give.
Nov. 5th, 2007 02:36 pm (UTC)
Yeah, I'll get around to it. Eventually. XD


But considering how much most of the rest of the village hates/hated him, something tells me he wouldn't have received any inheritance he may have been entitled to, perhaps for the reason that he hasn't reached the age of majority yet (I know there's stuff about inheritance like this in Canadian law). And if neither Minato nor Kushina had a will, then someone ELSE (I think the village council of elders, probably) would have been the ones to decide what to do with any money they may have left behind, and something tells me they wouldn't have given it to Naruto.
Nov. 5th, 2007 02:42 pm (UTC)
I don't know, I mean the question of whether or not they hated him shouldn't be accounted for. He was the last living relative of Minato, he was his son, and therefore he should be entitled to the inheritance.

It also seems unlikely Minato wouldn't have a will. As the Hokage, as well as the fact that he was in constant battle, he should of had a will drafted some where in case, you know, if a giant fox demon comes out of nowhere and he needs to sacrifice himself to save the village, his monetary affairs would be in order. :)

If anything, it seems rightly so considering Minato, with his dying breath, wished for Naruto to be treated the same as everyone else, and there should be some legal proceedings regarding the fact that he acknowledged Naruto before his death.
Nov. 5th, 2007 02:54 pm (UTC)
If you mean villagers in general, we see that some of them definitely hate/hated him, and some of the shinobi do/did, too. At least two of the council members don't like Naruto - this has been stated in canon. The opinions of the rest of them are what I'm not sure about.

Considering how Naruto was still a newborn when Minato sealed the Kyuubi away in him and died, it's entirely possible that the council (or whoever) chose not to acknowledge Naruto as Minato's child - stranger things have happened in this series, that's for sure. His apartment is tiny, which certainly doesn't smack of a nice inheritance. ^^;;
Nov. 5th, 2007 02:59 pm (UTC)
But the will had have been drafted by then.

lol. This feels like a Clerks moment.
Nov. 5th, 2007 03:04 pm (UTC)
You mean by the time Minato sealed the Kyuubi away and died? Maybe. It depends on how soon after Naruto was born that he did it. If it was only hours after Naruto's birth, well, Minato likely wouldn't have had a chance to have been doing much other than fighting the Kyuubi and preparing for performing the Shiki Fuujin.

...I still haven't seen all of Clerks. Epic fail, I know. XD
Nov. 5th, 2007 03:08 pm (UTC)
It seems to me that he probably would have had it drafted a while beforehand as a precautionary measure as since he was in fact the Hokage, and likely to die any second, especially with the Third Ninja War going on and whatnot.

But you see the allusion, right?
Nov. 5th, 2007 05:27 pm (UTC)
It's actually not clear if the Third Ninja War was still going on when the Kyuubi attacked Konoha, but you point still stands. I just don't think that Naruto has been given any sort of monetary inheritance; it just doesn't seem likely, considering how tiny his apartment is and how much some of the most important people in the village seem to hate him. Or maybe there was something, but the people in charge used it to take care of Naruto during his infancy and early childhood (since someone must have), and therefore he never actually received anything. Also, nothing says that the Hokage actually makes a lot of money, so there may have been little or nothing to give. ^^;;

...Of course, who knows, this whole debate could end up totally moot at any time, should Kishimoto decide to answer some of these questions for us.

...I don't know if I'm seeing the allusion or not, honestly. ^^;;
Nov. 5th, 2007 07:38 pm (UTC)
Yeah, I realize, as since they never really established a proper chronology.

I see your point, judging from how he got along that he didn't have much money, but it just would make sense for him to have inherited something.

I was thinking that as well, he was the finest ninja Konaha ever made, that should be account for something.


Oh, well, Clerks is known for having random elaborate conversations where the subject matter is just uncommon. For instance, they spoke of contractors involved in the making of the second Death Star in Return of the Jedi, whereas we're speaking of Naruto's economic status and whether he received inheritance.
Nov. 5th, 2007 07:42 pm (UTC)
I tried to reveal as little as possible while trying to clear up the allusion. I hope I didn't spoil anything.
Nov. 5th, 2007 07:53 pm (UTC)
Nope, it's fine. ^__^ I don't mind spoilers anyway, but there weren't any.
Nov. 5th, 2007 07:52 pm (UTC)
Silly Kishimoto, not giving us a proper chronology. Boooo.

Maybe he can't inherit whatever it is that he may have inherited until a certain age? That happens in real life. *shrug*

It accounts for him getting his face carved on a mountain. XDD

Ah, that, okay. Gotcha. I knew about that part of Clerks but I didn't immediately connect the two. Oops. ^^;;

And I meant to ask you before - how's the characterization? Especially of Sakura (because she was in this chapter a LOT) and Sasuke (because he's going to be in the next chapter a lot)? I have seriously never written either of them before, so I'm wondering. (Last year's novel mentioned them, but they never actually showed up once, which is one reason I never posted it in the end; they're an integral part of Naruto's life and character that I just didn't do. Bad me.)
Nov. 5th, 2007 08:16 pm (UTC)
Yeah, that's true. Maybe, in time, he'll get something

lol. Yeah, you're right.

Sakura was great so far. She's stern, but caring, very similar to TS Sakura. I couldn't help but grin when you had her tend to Naruto's wound.

Sasuke is a little shaky as of now. I don't know if Sasuke would be that chatty and playful, he surely can be, but knowing how much of an EMO avenger he is, I'm not particularly sure he'd be that playful with the gang, let alone Kiba. We know him for being rather serious, and the least fun out of all of them in a playful situation.
Nov. 5th, 2007 08:39 pm (UTC)
Yeah, I was kinda going for a timeskip kind of attitude. Yay! <3

As far as Sasuke goes, I think how he's coming across to you is probably because I haven't exactly elaborated on his background and how the whole Itachi/avenger thing has gone down in the 'verse I'm writing in. I've decided to write the Itachi manga sub-plot equivalent as resolved in this AU, though I haven't really mentioned it yet, so Sasuke no longer has the avenger attitude he does in canon. Therefore, he's not as much of a stick-up-the-ass as in canon. This is almost how I envision him after Itachi's dead and he's back in Konoha (I hope that happens, because it would make Naruto so happy), but a little bit more open because his past isn't QUITE as tragic as in canon. (It's hard to have a retardly tragic past like Sasuke's canon past when there aren't any ninjas or crazy abilities that would make it possible for Itachi to kill his entire clan with no problems at all. I think I'll just have it so that Itachi killed their parents somehow. Or something.)

...Did that make sense at all? XD
Nov. 5th, 2007 08:44 pm (UTC)
It makes sense. It's logical that if his past wasn't so tragic, then he'd be a normal kid, but he seems laid back, to the point where very little will excite him.

I'm really excited to see how you incorporate Sasuke past.
Nov. 5th, 2007 08:51 pm (UTC)
Rawr. Damn it. I'd intended him to come across as a slightly-more-open-than-canon-but-snarkier Sasuke. Shit. >_<

...I still need to figure that out. ^^;;
Nov. 5th, 2007 08:59 pm (UTC)
Sorry, I meant that had Sasuke, in the canon universe, had a less tragic past, he would be more laid back, and not very excitable.

Your Sasuke, it's a little excitable, but I guess it works being that he taunts Naruto like he should, but the others how he interacts with everyone seems like he may be too excitable.
Nov. 5th, 2007 09:10 pm (UTC)
Ohhhhh, gotcha.

Hm. Well, the lot of them have been hanging out together for several years at this point (OH WAIT OOPS I LEFT THIS OUT TOO *hits self*), so they're pretty comfortable with each other. *makes note to fix that during edits*
Nov. 5th, 2007 09:25 pm (UTC)
Oh my, a lot of things get left out when you're in a rush.

I anticipate the next installment.
Nov. 5th, 2007 09:36 pm (UTC)
Haha, oh yeah, but part of it was that I didn't want to get all INFODUMP LIEK WOAH right in the first chapter, because I know that I find that annoying when I'm reading fic. ^^;;

Thanks. ^^
Nov. 5th, 2007 10:21 pm (UTC)
Thankfully, I don't think I've come across that problem yet.
Nov. 5th, 2007 10:35 pm (UTC)
Trust me, you'll know when you do, because there will be anywhere from four to a dozen (or more) paragraphs full of "this is what happened in the past X years/since X event/etc." and... it's a little aggravating.

*dashes off to CW class*
Nov. 5th, 2007 10:55 pm (UTC)
Hopefully, that won't happen for a while.
Nov. 6th, 2007 01:51 am (UTC)
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