Itasuske: Beginings

[Chronos]

Thanx guys.

You think i should send it in to Shonen Jump? Lol ;D

[Twilight]

Orochimaru and Naruto and Kabuto are all trademark names so maybe not, but if you want to try I'm sure they'll love it, you just gotta clean up the grammar and fix typing and spelling errors

[Chronos]

I was just kidding. I want my creations to be for all people to see freely, i would feel unclean if i wrote for money......unless i had to.

[Twilight]

That's a last resort, although I'm writing for money

[Chronos]

I just want people to enjoy my art for free. It's cool by me.

[Chronos]

Another part is out of the oven!

Itasuske was bored. Nothing had happened in the dojo since Nakita and Kaori had done a sparing match. That was a good week gone by. It was nice to have a roof over his head, and food to eat, but it was boring sitting on his hands and waiting for something good to happen. Was it his lot in life to be bored out of his mind? The only thing that brought excitement in his life these days was Nakita, whenever she wanted to stop by. They were still going good, but it seemed like she had all the business and he was left in the cold. Oh well, if he was going to sit on his hands, he might as well train for the next time he would need to battle. He wanted to hone his Byakugan skills, but wanted to leave the Noah alone for the moment. He activated his Byakugan, observing around the inn. Empty room, the bartender, customers, yadda yadda. He decided to look in their room. He saw his old clothes, his kunai, and his sandals. He noticed one thing in particular. His towel was missing. He searched high and low with his Byakugan for that towel, but he could not find it. He had one more place to look, but he would do that personally. He went into their bathroom, and there it was, safe and sound. He then was walking out the door, when he heard a *tap, tap, tap.* He turned around, only to face a very p.o’ed Nakita wrapped in the shower curtain.

The next morning Itasuske was still nursing all the bruises in his face and abdomen. Whoever was her teacher, sure taught her how to punch. She came in the room with a cheery “Good morning!” Itasuske knew if he said what he wanted to, he would get hit even more. A muted “Morning” was all he could get out of his swollen mouth. She kissed him on the forehead and said, “Gotta go, wish me luck!” “Good luck!” He called back to her. He should get going as well, if he wanted to get paid this week. He went to the dojo, fully healed, and saw a man standing there. “Hello, good sir, how may I help you?” “Is it I who needs helping, young one, or is it you?” The man turned around. He looked around 1,000 years old. “Who are you?” Itasuske said. “I am the one to train you in the dragoon style of fighting?” “Dragoon? Don’t you mean Dragon?” Itasuske had heard of Dragon style. It was supposed to be fire based, and he was always good at handling fire. “No, Dragoon is a defense based fighting style. It is more about harmony and peace, much like what you need in your soul.” “Hey, no offence, but no old man is going to tell me how to live my life!” Itasuske exclaimed. “Fine, I will not impart to you the wisdom of the Dragoon, but I will teach you the fighting style. That is acceptable for you, correct?”

They trained and taught for the rest of the afternoon. Even by cheating a little by using his sharingan, it still seemed like it took forever to learn the techniques as well as the old man had told him to do. “Now that I feel like my legacy has been passed, here.” He gave Itasuske a scroll. He opened it up. “What is this?” Itasuske asked. “This is a list of all the Ninja who have been called into the service of Jugan, the Rising Star. Will you join us?” Itasuske looked it over. Only three other people had signed this scroll before he did, but they all were a different style of writing, prompting him to think that there was one disciple fro every three generations. “If I sign this, does that mean…” Itasuske began. “Yes, you will be able to summon Him on occasion. You will most likely be stuck with another servant of his though. Most likely a lesser dragon.” “Fine,” He bit his thumb so he could sign the scroll, “It is done.” The scroll folded up by itself and attached itself onto Itasuske’s leg. “Now, I need some rest. These old bones are not what they used to be.” Itasuske got in the room late, and when he turned on the light, Nakita was waiting with a paper fan in hand. “Where were you, Itasuske, stalking around so late at night?” she said in a sickly sweet voice. He tried his best to explain himself, which he could do because of the scroll on his leg. He pulled it out, and showed it to Nakita. “So, is this “Jugan” character your friend or something?” At least he tried. And to some extent, Nakita believed him. He only got one smack with the fan instead of the 100 she was going to give him.

[Twilight]

Nice *thumbs up*

[Chronos]

Friggan Gai-sensei.........

[dragonjinchuuriki3]

tehehe... Nakita's evil ^^ ooo I do have another plot idea!!!!! I'll aim you when I go on tonight, 9 eastern time.

[Chronos]

Might not be on then. I'll probably get it on my phone, but thanx.

[dragonjinchuuriki3]

o and if you want me to, I can put this up on Fanfiction.net. (and yes I'll give all credit to you)

[Twilight]

You can add me to AIM

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[dragonjinchuuriki3]

gotcha!

[xravenx]

awesome! i luv it!!

[Twilight]

you love what