Naruto: Dreams Unraveled

Enter: Holota Uzumaki

~Holota's POV~

    It was just another dull morning as I sat silently alone in class. The day was warm, as I was sitting near the window of the empty classroom. All I could smell was the erased chalk particles that were floating in the air from the day before. I was here early, like I always was.

Where my brother was, I had not the slightest idea. The last I had heard of him, he was sleeping, probably all strode out across his bed or something. He had told me to give him five more minutes... needless to say I gave him three as I started some ramen for him. That should have gotten his lazy butt up and moving. I wasn't usually the one to make him ramen in the morning, but rather a well balanced breakfast that was better and healthier for growing 'young adults'... I really wouldn't put my brother in that category just yet.    

    It was then that my thoughts were disturbed when the door slid open. It was then that a light, icy mint replaced the dusty chalk smelling class room. I knew who it was; there was only one person who pulled off this particular scent. "Good morning, Holota," The voice was probably a little deeper than most of the guys our age, but he was the kind to be dark and mysterious. I mean, he was in infamous last Uchiha with a fan base that compared to no other. "Uchiha," I simply greeted.

It was kind of flat, but I did not respect the raven. I was in the sense respectful when addressing, answering, and holding a conversation, but who said my tone would be respectful when I would? Towards the Uchiha I was flat, sarcastic, and snappy. He had much to learn, not only in his training, but in accepting reality and owning up to it. He could also use a lesson on respect to show to people he found 'inferior' to him. This behavior of his had me constantly making him 'look bad'... of course he would bring it upon himself, for I always warned him before I did anything rash.

    "Why the long face?" He grunted out, still realizing he had yet to try and flatter me. "You're here," I replied more lightly, knowing this would irritate him. He was silent for a moment, probably containing his irritation, before he spoke up again, "It's just us, there's really no need to try and make me look bad." I leaned back in my chair crossing my arms and turned my head in the direction of the Uchiha, "What do you mean? You accomplish that all on your own," I replied innocently. "Can't we be civil for once?" He replied rather quickly. I found it interesting that I was the only one who had the effect of making the notorious young Uchiha's emotions show like this. If anyone else where here, he would play my comments off like he didn't hear them at all. But I would always pull some sort of snarky comment he really couldn't ignore, making him, as he would say, 'look bad'. I leaned forward, placing my arms on the desk and leaning in his direction, which was the desk in front of mine, "I'll be civil when you get the guts to be respectful and nice to Naruto." This sentence came out more darkly than I originally wanted it to. But I could sense a shiver come from him even though he thought I couldn't see it.

    Why he thought I couldn't see him shiver? It was because everyone thought I was blind. Why did everyone think I was blind? Because I had bandages wrapped around my eyes. Why did I have bandages around my eyes? I'll spare the details for now, but let's just say it was a freak accident that happened when I was six. The truth was, I could see a person clear as day. I had managed to learn how to flight 'blind' and use all my other senses to make up my physical, visionary sight. I had memorized every one of my classmate's scents so I could identify them. My hearing was sharp, recognizing voices and sounds. I had also learned to read the vibrations within the air and the ground. In all reality, yes I was blind. But did I let this stop me? No, no I did not. But the funny thing was I could literally pull stunts that kept everyone guessing. Such as this:

    It hadn't been more than ten seconds before I heard footsteps from down the hall, and I knew exactly who it was. Yes, I knew whose footsteps belonged to whom. Sometimes I even impressed myself. But then again, I was such a quick learner and literally took everything to memory. This was my secret in becoming 'The Prodigy Child of the Leaf'. Well, that and the extreme constant training. The door had slid open again as a light-dew-of-morning-grass scent reached my nose. "Morning, Shika," I greeted, pulling an arm up so I could rest my cheek in my hand, still facing forward. I could sense the surprise in the young raven who sat in front of me. Shikamaru on the other hand calmly walked over and taken a seat beside me, not surprised in the least, "Morning, though I don't see what's so good about it." Being the genius he was he had already figured out how I could 'see'. Though when he expressed his theories, he wasn't expecting them to be correct. "Oh, come on, Shika. The sun is shining and you're alive, what's not good about it?" At this point I stretched and placed my arms behind my head, relaxing a bit more now that one of my best friends was here.