"Team 7 will consist of:
Naruto Uzumaki, Kiba Inuzuka, and Ino Yamanaka"
"WHAT!?!?"
What if Kiba and Ino were put in team 7?
How would this change the team's 7 future?
Ino couldn't believe what she just heard, she was on a team with the dog boy and the idiot.
With his mouth hanging open, Kiba looked in disbelief, he was on a team with a fangirl and the deadlast.
The whole class was silent, while Iruka-sensei seemed to be in disbelief also at the team placement. Naruto placed his head on his crossed arms while slowly and quietly counting down.
"3, 2, 1...."
"WHAT!?!? Why am I on a team with the idiot and the dog boy!?"
"Hey, who the hell are you calling dog boy!?"
"You, you idiot!!"
"I'm not an idiot you banshee!!"
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A BANSHEE!?!?"
The fighting went back and forth causing the whole class to get very rowdy. Iruka-sensei seemed at a loss at what to do; two students coming close to killing each other, and all the other students were crowding around him, trying to see which team they would be placed on.
The students crowded around Iruka-sensei. While Ino and Kiba were yelling at him to change their teams, while hurling insults at each other.
The class had ever been more louder and rowdy since that day of team placements. While the class made yells of disappointment at their teammates, Naruto slept peacefully through the whole chaos.
This story will have:
Angst
Lots of OCs
Character death
Implied implications of rape
Swearing
Torture
Implied implications of mulation
Graphic descriptions of mulation
And lots and lots of blood
A/n: this story is very bloody and gross.
A/n: if you don't like the thing's that this story will have, you can click right off.
A/n: this story doesn't really focus on romance, and if I did decide to put a little romance, It would mostly be the background characters relationships.
The bandages that covered his face in life have fallen away, all incinerated and hanging loosely around his neck. His face is completely destroyed. Unrecognizable. The skin covering his face is no longer there, all having melted away. His blood vessels have all burst, his nerves have fried along with the majority of his muscles. His jaw opens and closes a little bit. His eyes bore into me. They're large and round and completely accusing. His teeth are covered in bits of burnt muscle. I feel my heart thudding in my chest. He steps closer, closer. His bone gleams in the dim light. As he closes in on me, a pounding noise begins ringing through my ears. My heart beat- ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. It looked like he had been tossed into a fryer, fried alive, and he had been. By me. I did this to someone. I killed someone's team mate, someone's son. I killed someone's important person.
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Kimiko Kioku, a memory keeper. Never forgets anything, always notices, from the exact way the wind blew her hair against her face to coloring with her brother at five to the lullaby her mother would sing to her as she rocked her when she was not even a year old. She remembers. She remembers the blood, the glassy, clouded over eyes her brother had as he said his last words. She remembers the very first person she killed. She remembers how abandoned she feels, and how everything always feels like it's falling apart at the seams.
(Can you say 'worst summary ever to exist'? Okay, maybe not that bad. But still pretty bad.)