Strawberries (A Naruto Fanfic)

Chapter 5: A Suggestion

Author's Note

Wait! Before you get mad at me for not updating sooner remember what I said in ch. 3's Author's Note. I said I will be uploading randomly. Unfortunately school has also started for me so it will be even more random. Plus, my computer seems to be messing up often now. I'm really sorry, please forgive. Another thing: I am thinking that this story might have 20-30 chapters or so, depending on how I feel it should end. Note that, EVERY CHAPTER COUNTS IN THIS STORY, NO MATTER HOW POINTLESS IT SEEMS. Each chapter has impacts for the future of this story. Also note, that I have some chapters down-packed in my mind and ready to go. Let's hope I don't forget them! Review, Fav, Follow, whatever you must do or can do. I will always be okay with it. Now, Enjoy if you must!

Disclaimer= You know I don't own Naruto or any of it's characters so, why accuse?

I think this girl might actually be psychotic.

It's P.E. fourth period the day after the rain and my classmates and I are in the gym. We are playing a quick game of one-on-one basketball with partners when Ms. Anko, the P.E. teacher for the girls, makes her appearance in the gym with the girls following behind her from the track and football field in the back of the school. She smirks at us boys as she walks by, which only adds to our confusion and curiosity, before walking up to Coach Gai and whispering something in his ear. I narrow my eyes when I see Furea come into the gym last, behind the group of girls.

Gai throws up his fist in enthusiasm after Ms. Anko finishes her whispering and retreats to his left side, her hands behind her back. She evilly sneers at us while staring us down. It makes even me uncomfortable. I don't like where this is going. Not one bit.

"Okay, men, listen up!" Coach Gai says suddenly and loudly, before throwing us a thumbs-up and an exaggerated, toothy smile. I'm almost blinded by the shininess of his teeth. "Ms. Anko, my co-worker of the opposite gender here, has notified me that one of her female students has suggested that we should play a fair girl-versus-boy game of soccer!"

I have some idea of who suggested this ridiculous idea, when I see Furea walk to the other, unoccupied side of Coach Gai.

"That's right, boys. Bask in the glory of your beautiful female classmate, Furea Murasaki!" she exclaims, raising her hands to her hips. "I'm tired of us girls being seen as inferior to the boys, so with the help of Ms. Anko, we have finally come to show you what we've got. See if we're as 'soft' as you think."

When she concludes her message, her female companions shout, "Yeah!" in agreement and Ms. Anko reaches over to pat her on the back. As my other male classmates gawk and whisper in shock, I remain silent, a nonchalant expression spreading across my face. I'm starting to wonder how I couldn't have noticed this eccentric girl sooner.

It's not like I care. Or have plans to play soccer with girls. I may not be into girls as much as my fellow horny, male classmates, but I have some sense. I'm not going to play against a bunch of girls. It isn't right, and besides, they'll just get their asses hurt in the end. I'm just saying...

And I can bet that the only reason the other guys seem to be agreeing to this is because it's a better chance to get a view of the girls in gym shorts.

"What makes you think that you have a chance against us boys?" a boy from my class shouts out, pointing an accusing finger at Furea.

Another one of us pipes up: "Yeah, how do we know bitches like you won't run back crying to your boyfriends about a broken nail after we're done with you all?"

In the blink of an eye, Ms. Anko zooms in front of that boy and pulls him to face her by the collar of his shirt. "Don't ever call my females 'bitches', you maggot — or should I say, faggot," she spits. The boy gulps with fear. "Clear?" Ms. Anko tugs harder on his shirt to emphasize her point. The boy nods hastily. "Hmph," Ms. Anko says in satisfaction, before letting him go and walking back up to Coach Gai.

Scary woman indeed.

"That's right, boys. You know that I do not tolerate such language in my class, especially directed towards our female classmates." Coach Gai holds up a finger reprimandingly.

"Oh-ho, so now you think we can't take an insult?" Ms. Anko accuses, crossing her arms while narrowing her eyes at Coach Gai. Gai quickly puts up his hands in defense.

"No, no! You know that is not what I me—"

Ms. Anko cuts him off, putting up her hand to shut him up. Walking up to her students, she says, "Alright, females, let's show these faggots how it's really done!"

"Yes, Coach Anko!" The girls cheer with enthusiasm. They quickly huddle up with Ms. Anko, their conversations hushing so we don't catch any of their plans.

Coach Gai hangs his head in defeat. "Any objections, men?" Everyone looks at each other, all seeming to agree to get back at Ms. Anko for her harsh words.

Everyone but me.

"I refuse," I speak up. The boys look at me in shock and Coach Gai looks up in bewilderment.

"But Menma, you're one of our best athletes. We need you," he says.

I sigh. None of these people get me or the point. "I'm not going to go against the girls. Is that even allowed? We can't all guarantee no one will get hurt or something," I say, averting my eyes away from Coach Gai.

"Oh, come on, Menma! Don't be a pussy!" yells the boy that got manhandled by Ms. Anko. The rest of the boys snicker lowly at his comment. I roll my eyes, his insult having no effect on me.

"You're one to talk," I counter, earning a few more snickers from my classmates.

"Alright, men, that is enough!" Coach Gai cuts in, sighing. Turning his attention back to me, he asks, "Are you sure, Menma?"

I nod and say, "I can't just —" before getting cut off by one of the girls clearing her throat, interrupting me.

That girl being Furea.

She turns to me and I stare in annoyance and confusion. She mouths, "Payback," at me.

I recognize she is talking about what she did to me yesterday, and I look away. Contemplating whether or not I should reconsider, I start my decision with, "I —"

I look at Coach Gai and my classmates, who all have pleading looks on their faces. And then I turn to Furea, who is smirking proudly at me.

She grates on my nerves.

"I guess... I guess I'll do it."