A/N: college applications can actually turn out to be a really long and annoying process.
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Naruto was browsing through an acquaintance's monmon cards.
He sat at a lunch table with Kiba, Shikamaru, Shikamaru's friend Choji, and a quiet teen named Shino.
It was imperative to these members at the lunch table that he pick up a habit of saving and trading the cartoonish playing cards.
Naruto's said acquaintance, a healthy and stout young man named Choji, presented a fair array of monmon cards—particularly of the grass and normal variety. His nature-esque collection paled, however, in the face of Lee's many, many rock types.
The Vice President boasted a collection of at least 200 monmons, all of varying shapes and sizes despite their common genre. Naruto found it hard to believe that so many creatures could be thought up in the first place.
Lee and Choji insisted that the blonde take 10 cards of his choosing from the endless depths (larger percentile due by Lee) of the two's card booklets. So Naruto chose a few that looked cool, and a few which were personally recommended to him.
Naruto did find himself favoring some of the other table member's wind and lightning types, though.
He was eye-ing them rather particularly, when another member of the table spoke up.
"Kiba says you're a human." Choji didn't make eye contact when he spoke to Naruto. He simply popped open his second bag of chips and resumed chewing.
Human Naruto began fiddling with his napkin. "I wasn't aware that I could be anything but."
"So it's true," Shino began. "My insects told me so; they're rarely mistaken."
"That's weird, though." Choji seemed minutely more interested in the conversation for a second, but quickly returned to his food-loving roots. "Why are you here then?"
"Here? In Konoha?"
"Not really. Here, Konoha High." Naruto frowned at that.
"...What Choji means to ask is how are you enrolled in a school for hybrids?" The lazy boy, Shikamaru, was also a curious soul. He just didn't feel like asking most of the time. But, Naruto was an enigma—a human situated purposefully in this historic academy, bred for educating and cultivating the hybrid youth of Konoha.
Where do you belong? That question had been lingering in Shikamaru's mind ever since he first met the whiskered boy.
"What? This is a school for...hybrids?" The word was foreign on the newbie's tongue. "So everyone here...Everyone except for me...they're—they can do—they have..."
Animal powers? Animal forms? Animal true identities? Trauma from some sort of biological experiment?
Naruto spiraled at the lunch table. "What is a hybrid? Who are you? What are you guys?"
"I do say that phrasing was a bit rude."
The boy with the bugs gave Naruto an impression of a glare (from all anyone could tell behind those rounded shades, Shino had been looking at the wall far beyond). "We are hybrids. All that means to you is that we're not entirely human. Not like you are, newbie."
"Newbie!" Naruto jumped at the chance for any more explanations. "That's what Kiba called me first. Now you. What's that about?"
"It means what it sounds like. You're new to Konoha high." Shino stated obviously.
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