I'm Different (Naruto Fanfiction)

Different: H-Hello!

Wynter stood in front of the room full of boys and girls, her older brother next to her.

"H-Hi, e-everyone. M-My name is Wynter. I-I hope y-you don't m-mind m-my a-antlers." She bowed a little bit, so that her antlers won't hit anyone, "P-Please don't l-let them g-get in t-the w-way o-of befriending m-me."

Her brother, Max, grinned, "Hey everyone! My name's Max. Pleasure to meet ya. Same rules apply to me." He sent an enchanting smile to the already blushing girls.

Wynter turned to Iruka, "C-Can w-we s-sit in t-the back?"

"Oh yes! We have two seats left in the back."

Max grinne, "Thanks."

_-+-_

Wynter quickly wrote down notes, smiling at the amount she had.

It was a decent amount, well actually.

She took a lot of notes.

Wynter wanted to be strong.

Like her mom, dad, and brother.

The thing is, Wynter and Max were like twins, expect they weren't.

They thought like twins, acted like twins, and were there for each other.

Of course, Wynter stutters, and Max doesn't.

But they would say the same thing at the same time often.

Except Wynter's version, was a little bit more timid, and she stuttered, as I said many, many times.

_-+-_

Using an arm to prop his head up, Max rested his chin ontop his palm, and dozed off

"Nii-San." Wynter whispered.

She bobbed her head, making her antlers slam onto the back of his head.

"Itaiiiii!!!" Max shouted, making Iruka halt in he middle of his annoyingly long lecture.

Iruka stared at Max, silently asking for an explanation.

"She did it!" Max anime cried.

Wynter smiled cutely, "N-No. I-I didn't d-do anything."

Max face palmed and started paying attention.

_-+-_

Max and Wynter hurried home.

"Mom! Dad!! We're home~!" Max shouted happily.

Asuka, a woman with green hair and beautiful antlers, walked out from the kitchen, "Oh my babies!! So? How was the Academy? I hope no one bullied you." She puffed out her cheeks at the last sentence.

A black deer with white spots walked out from the kitchen as well. Light swirled around it before dispersing, revealing a man that looked like he was about 34.

"Tch, they better not. My little girl would tell me if they were bullying her, right?" He laughed and placed a hand on Wynter's head to ruffle her hair.

Then, he turned to his son, "How's my boy doing? Beat up the bullies that try to hurt your sister."

Max went deep in thought, "Actually, I did exactly that. Some mean lookin Academy kid was laughing at Wyn's hair!!"

"Haha, that's my boy." Hank, the man's name, said.

Wynter spoke up, "U-Uh, p-papa? I-I t-took a l-lot o-of notes.." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small notebook and handed it to her dad.