“Desperate Skies”

“I pray you-- do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.” Recited Kiba Inuzuka in a monotonous tone, quoting Shakespeare’s play As You Like It. He stood in front of a classroom setting of about 20 students, their inquiring stares aimed at him as he stood.
“Inuzuka,” spoke Kakashi Hatake, holding a copy of Icha Icha Paradise close to his face, peeked over the top of the book and solemnly looked at Kiba—obviously displeased.
“How many times have I told you? Read the line with some emotion! You sound about as dull as a senior citizen.” Kakashi chuckled slightly and stood up, laying his small book on top of a stack of papers.
Kakashi Hatake, the English and Performing Arts teacher at Konoha University, was a very quirky man to put it lightly; always playing practical jokes on his students, chastising his students on rare occasions, but nonetheless he was a compassionate man, whom cared about his students.
Kakashi stood beside Kiba, a messy brown-haired teenage boy with sharp, black eyes, and canine-like teeth; placing his hand on Kiba’s head, he patted him lightly, making Kiba snarl slightly.
“Whoa there, dog-boy-” which earned a couple of chuckles, but were short-lived by the intense glare shot at them by Kiba. “Ain’t gotta be so defensive.” The white-haired man nabbed the script from the shorter teen’s hands, and waltzed over to a smaller girl sitting in the front.
The young girl’s name was Hinata Hyuga. She has long, dark-blue, almost black hair with straight bangs, a pale complexion and pale purple eyes. Kakashi placed his index finger on the underside of her chin lightly and tilted her head upwards, making the young girl blush immensely.
“I pray you-- do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.” Recited Kakashi aloud in an alluring tone, the complete opposite of how Kiba had recited it.
This, elicited him a punch in the face by the person sitting beside Hinata, Sakura Haruno; a hot-headed, fair skinned, pink haired, green-eyed teen.
An uproar of laughter emitted from the classroom full of students, watching as their teacher lay on the floor, clutching his face and rolling around like a buffoon
. “Mr. Hatake! That is no way to speak to your students, even if you’re just reciting a play!” Yelled Sakura, standing up beside Hinata and throwing her hands up in the air. “It’s inappropriate!” She turned towards Hinata and mumbled incoherently, but Hinata could understand her, and promptly nodded.
Kiba, on the other side of the room, was clutching his sides, bent over in an uproarious laughter, almost on the verge of tears. The mere sight of seeing a tall man, sent to the floor by a punch from a small framed young girl was riveting to him.
It’s the things like this that make him glad he actually decided to take this class, instead of picking something dumb like Hidan’s religion class. He internally cringed; Man that guy is a total nut-job.
Kiba stepped over Kakashi as he was on the floor and promptly made his way back to his seat. He wiped a tear away from his face that spawned from his laughter a few seconds ago. Kakashi eventually regained his composure and stood up, eyeing Sakura with a look of fear, and cleared his throat.
“Ahem,” he paused and looked at Kiba “Tonight, you have homework! You may thank Ms. Haruno for this, after her little fiasco.”
The class all groaned in protest. “Oh come on!”
“Thanks, billboard brow!” exclaimed Ino Yamanaka, Sakura’s childhood friend. She has long, blonde hair that was held up in a pony-tail, fair skin, and light blue eyes.
“Shut up, Ino pig!” yelled Sakura back in retort.
“Billboard brow!”
“Ino pig!”
“ENOUGH ALREADY!” screamed practically the entire class.
They both mumbled, and slid down in their seats, with their arms crossed.
Kiba had glanced up and looked at the clock above the large, black chalk-board and noticed the time. Only a few more minutes until the end of this day, thank heavens.
He began to gather his stuff up, placing it his textbooks and notebooks into a black messenger-type bag, adorned with a Konoha University symbol. As he stood up and slung the bag over his adjacent shoulder, the strap diagonally lining his chest, the bell rang.
Thank the stars he wasn’t trampled by 20 kids eager to get back to their rooms. He was pushed slightly, but kept his balance and filed out after everyone else had.
As Kiba was walking down the hallway towards his dormitory, he felt his pocket vibrate. He fumbled around for a minute in his pants pocket; who the fuck made it so hard to grab things out of your pockets, he thought internally, and grabbed his cell phone; looking at it with his eye brow raised.
A text message from my dorm advisor? What could it be for this time?

Kankuro: Get your ass to the dormitory, dog-boy. You’re expecting a new roommate, but this time, be nice to the kid. You scared your last one shit-less with your canine-like antics.
He groaned. He really hated living with another person. They always complain about how messy he is or just about something in general. He promptly responded—
Kiba: Shut up, puppet-boy. I’ll be there in ten; I just got out of my last class. If this one’s as annoying as that Lee guy was, then we’re going to have problems.
He shut his phone and almost instantly felt another vibration.
Kankuro: I swear to god if you call me puppet-boy one more time I’m going to kick your ass all the way to the Land of Fire. I haven’t even met the kid yet, so I wouldn’t know. All I know is his name. Mr. Guy was the one who told me about this guy. His name’s Naruto.
Naruto? Poor kid. That name’s kind of funny.
Kiba: K, be there in ten like I said before.
He promptly shut his phone, again, and sprinted down the hallway, shoving his phone in his jacket pocket and turned a sharp corner, slightly sliding across the smooth tile flooring.
And fell on his face, unbeknownst to him that his phone had been thrown across the hallway.
He laid for a moment and rubbed his face before standing up and sprinting again towards his dormitory, he knew he would have hell to pay if he didn’t show up to Kankuro’s room promptly.
As he ran down the hallway, a young man stood back where Kiba had fallen originally, chuckling slightly. He walked over to his cellphone and picked it up by the dog-shaped keychain laced into it; twirling it around slightly before sliding it into his pocket.
Is this bonehead really going to be my new dorm-mate? Oh, Naruto... What have you gotten yourself into? The blonde pondered.
That shady-lookin’ fellow.. Guy, was it? No wonder he told me good luck before telling me where my room was.
Naruto-- a blonde-haired teen of a medium stature, dazzling bright blue eyes, tan skin, and what seem to resemble fox whiskers on his face, walked down the hallway to inevitably meet his fate; sharing a room with a knucklehead.
A CUTE knucklehead. He thought to himself; and chuckled down the hallway, making his way to the dormitory.