Dérive.

| 01 | Dépaysement |

And here is the rewritten version of the prologue! Don't worry, don't worry, I'm not that much of a weaboo anymore, so I won't be using any Japanese terms in this story (save for honourifics, sibling terms, ninja terms, verbal tics, names of villages and such, and jutsus)!

Jesus Christ, though...looking back at the prologue I wrote about two years ago...it makes me want to strangle myself, oh my God;;;

WARNING: Foul Language.

DISCLAIMER: I, LeTiffany, do not own the manga/anime Naruto or its characters. I only own the story plot and the Original Characters (OC) I create. All credits towards Naruto should go to Masashi Kishimoto.

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     > Dépaysement: (French) the feeling that comes from not being in one's home country; disorientation due to experience of unfamiliar surroundings, a sense in which one is "a fish out of water". <

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"You're late again, [Male!Name]." Was the first thing that left your teacher's mouth upon noticing your attempt to effect a quiet, unnoticeable entrance into the tiny, packed classroom. You, however, quite evidently failed in doing so (and you probably eliminated any and all chances of doing so too, for she didn't even lift her head up from her desk when she stated this).

     You, in return, heaved an exasperated sigh in an overtly sarcastic manner, rolled your eyes, gave a careless shrug of your shoulders, and began to make your way to your seat as though you didn't care (which -- you mused as you plonked yourself down on the rickety chair, ignoring all of the fleeting glances your classmates were throwing at you -- you really didn't).

     "Yeah, yeah, like I care," you responded in a monotone that was edged with nothing but languor and boredom, "You know, I don't even know why I'm still in this school, let alone this classroom--"

     "[Male!Name]!" Narrowed fuscous hues were directed upwards to glare at you.

     "--...Well, sorry." Light emphasis was mockingly placed on the first syllable of your apology, causing your she-devil of a teacher to scowl at you menacingly. This, in turn, evoked a wide simper from you, and you would have stuck your tongue out at her (like the immature brat you were) if it wasn't for her turning her eyes back to the papers on her wooden desk (like the so-called 'bigger person' she was).

     Well, whatever. It wasn't like you cared or anything--

     "Look, it's [Male!Name]!"

     '...' You turned to your left to curiously stare at the source of the hushed whisper, who, upon noticing that your eyes were fixed upon him, hurriedly turned away from the friend he was speaking to in an attempt to avoid your gaze.

    "Ah! Don't taunt him! The last time someone did that, they ended up in the hospital for three months!"

     'Three months? Well, that's certainly a new one.'

     "W-wow..."

     "S-so frightening--!"

     "Such-- such a delinquent..."

     '...Juuust a typical Monday morning.'

     "Did'ya hear? I heard that he skipped classes for two weeks 'cause he had to kill someone!"