A Very OOC Uchiha [Naruto Fanfic]

Chapter 34: Lots of Talking Actually

[Chapter 34: Lots of Talking Actually]

Ok, ok, let me put in an obligatory flashback to explain what the fuck is happening.

So we all know that we've never actually had a meeting with Shiori yet, right? So I decided at 2:41 am that, fuck it, we're doing it. And so we did: we scheduled a date, we actually came in, they introduced each other, and then we chit-chatted.

It was fine, right?

But then Shiori, the ass he was, decided to oh-so-subtly insult Hiro. "Is he always this... obnoxious?"

Hiro and I were literally just talking about whether or not Shino had a secret stash of bananas in his cocoon body. So imagine my surprise when he just casually said that.

Of course, Hiro got pissed and yelled at him and then things lead to another and now I'm here: laughing at whatever their bullshit. It's just-- I struggled to look at Hiro's enraged face. He looks so stupid when he's clearly losing all of his dignity left in him!

"See? Even Megumi is laughing at your barbaric self," I choked out at my teacher's comment. Letting out an offended and betrayed sound, the Hyuuga shook his head in my direction.

"What the hell, Princess?!" Came his pissed shout.

"The fact that you call her a Princess is you acknowledging the fact that she's above you."

"It's literally her title though?!"

I had to let out another laugh, waving my hand dismissively as I tried to straighten my back in composure. "Sorry, sorry," I sighed softly, rolling my shoulders. "I was just laughing at this whole situation in general, nothing against you." Before he could retort anything else, I clapped my hands together with a smile. "Anyways, let's actually start this meeting!"

"Finally," The oldest person in this booth signed, a resting bitch face on him. "It took well long enough."

Despite grumbling and curses spewing out of his mouth, my Hyuuga friend sat back down, "You were the one who started it." I heard him mumble under his breath. Shiori probably heard him too but decided not to say anything, opting to just cross his arms in silence.

I hummed, dang this was a very bad first impression for them, I couldn't help but think as I grabbed something. But then again, it was kinda like the same with me. Presenting my certain thing in my hands, I plopped it down and opened it up proudly, "Now, how to make the future less sucky!"

With narrowed eyes, the older male who was sitting beside me raised a brow. "You wrote English in your notebook?" Their body language was so dry that it didn't even feel like a question. "I did not expect you, despite being such an airhead, to take such a dangerous risk."

Hiro opened up his mouth to yell at the pink-haired individual but I raised up a hand, indicating that it was fine. The boy furrowed his brows but complied, making me smile as I turned to my teacher. "Don't worry, Shi-Shi! I actually had a reason this time!" I raised an index finger up, "Well," I waved it around, "You know how we all kept our memories of our past life?"

"Yeah?" Hiro responded back with confusion laced in his tone, placing a hand under his cheek and his elbow on the sodden table. "What about it?"

"Glad you asked, my dear viewer!"

"This isn't a live show—"

"Maybe to you, it isn't!" I interjected without a beat. "Anyways, even if we were mentally grown-up—" I blinked, glancing at the adult next to me. "Were you a grown-up?"

"Yes." Shiori signed in silence, taking a sip of his teacup with his other hand.

"Okay then! Even so, technically we were just fresh, fleshy crap!"