Voraciously

Who should I be?

Naruto's P.O.V

Who the fuck does he think he is? Why must everything aggravate me in the morning? I could hear the acoustics of the school bell ringing throughout the hallway. Of course. That asshole had to make me late for my next class. 

I shoved my hand in my jean pockets and pulled out my schedule. I skimmed down the list for my next class. 

"English with Mr. Hatake. Room 220." The sheet read. I turned to the side to look at the door next to me. It read, "206". My class was a few blocks of away. The picture of that bastard and his glorious, stylized, black hair plagued my mind. The fucker made me late to class. Screw trying to be friends with that know-it-all asshole. Next time I see him, I'm going to karate chop his ass. 

I went from a fast walk to a full on sprint, trying to make it to class. By the time I reached the class, I was surprised the door was still open. Generally teachers close their doors when they are about to start their lesson, right? 

I peered in and saw students talking to each other. Some where standing up and walking around, other's were leisurely leaning on desk. I looked around for someone that looked remotely like teacher-material. I couldn't see anyone. I walked in, slyly, hoping not to get notice by anyone in particular. I shuffled past a group and sat at a far corner seat that no one was occupying. 

I looked around. Did I imagine things? Where was the teacher? I looked at my wrist watch, then back up to the front of the classroom. No one walked in, confusion was written all over my face. 

After a moment, I could feel someone approaching me from my side. I peered through my peripherals, hoping that it wasn't the same bastard in the hallway. I looked up toward his face. It was someone completely different. I felt myself relax a little bit.  He was smiling a toothy-grin toward me. There wasn't much I could say about his looks, besides him having brown hair and eyes. The only thing that struck me as odd, where these upside-down triangle marks on his cheeks. I heard some breeds had distinct markings as a status or proclamation of their breed. This actually helped humans distinguish if they were supernatural. Those will obvious markings were usually closer to humans than some other breeds. Like a pact or contract. Some supernatural families get these markings because they formed a contract with a high-class human family as a form of security. In fact, many of the supernaturals with markings, tended to actually be bodyguards. 

By the end of my train of thought, he was already seating beside me. He smiled.

"Hi, my name's Kiba." He put out his hand. Before I made another mistake, I nodded at him.

"I'm sorry, I have a condition and I don't like cross contamination much. No offense. But it's nice to meet you. My name's Naruto." I held my gloved hand up at him and waved with the brightest smile I could muster.

He smirked and laughed a little, "So those rumors were true, you are one of those heavy germaphobics." 

I frowned a bit, caught off-guard.  "Oh, you already know." 

"Yeah, but some people didn't believe it, so I came over here to see for myself." He said, slouching back in the chair.

I sneered, "Am I some sort of entertainment for everyone, today? I'm not that much of a freak." 

Kiba straightened back up in his chair, and waved his hand perpendicular in the air. 

"Calm down, man. Most of them don't mean no harm. It's just that our town doesn't get a lot of newbies." 

I smiled again. This guy was pretty chill in my opinion. 

"So, how do you like the town? It's pretty small right." He asked.