Reborn Into Naruto: Ino Incarnate

XVI

word count: 1550

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chapter song:
don't start now by dua lipa

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Narrator

A full head of blond hair laid comfortably on the fluffed pillows stacked high on his king sized bed.

The comforter wrapped around him in a warm embrace as he held his tablet propped on the mattress with one hand and hid the other underneath the pillows for warmth.

He watched with dry stoic eyes one of his favorite anime, yet the scene was one of his least favorites. Watching on the screen as an attack came for Naruto, Hinata jumped in the way to take the hit, then Neji jumped in front of her.

Inevitably Neji is impaled and falls to the ground. A scoff leaves the boys lips, the scene bored him no- irritated would be a better word to use. "Why didn't you just use your rotation idiot?"

He checked his phone like he always had first thing in the morning. The battery reads 15% he huffs frustrated that he forgot to plug it in before bed.

"Ayo Emilio I have a question for you bro."

He read the message a friend sent to him in discord, instead of texting back Emilio goes to the voice channel to reply. "What is it?"

"If you were reborn into Naruto what would you do? Like become Hokage, go rogue, make a harem. What would be your goal?"

The boy continues to ramble on not giving Emilio any time to respond to the question, "for me personally I'd go after the girls, just have a bunch of kids," He states making the other people in the voice channel laugh. Emilio thinks about his answer before replying, "I'd become a god."

After a few seconds of silence his "friends" bursted into laughter at what he assumed they thought was ridiculous response. Little did he know it was exactly what they expected him to say, it would've been strange if he'd said anything else. They've been friends with the boy for about two years now and one thing they can all agree on is his greed for control for power.

"Don't laugh at me you dickheads!" He closes the discord app and throws his phone on his bed. Walking into the shower Emilio spends an hour getting ready for school, the smells of freshly made pancakes filling the house, you'd think this scent would ease any anger that was building up in him but it does quite the opposite.

He groans and shakes his head knowing he'll have to scold the maid again, he stomps down the stairs and into the kitchen. The smell of breakfast food hitting his nose but it doesn't tame his irritation once he sees his pancakes already plated.

"Your parents are already gone, they wanted me to tell you to be dressed nicely for a dinner party you'll be attending tonight," with a sigh he ignores the woman and moves to his spot. Emilio places the back of his hands on top of the pile of fluffy cakes. "They're cold. You expect me to eat cold pancakes!? How many times do I have to fucking tell you not to make them until I've gotten out of the shower!"