Snippet #1648232

Titling his head to the side, Hiroto almost glared at the other boy. He took one look around the room before sighing. "Hiroto Kobayashi," he said in a low murmur, "and I hate... people like you," He was looking at Zak as he said this, so it was pretty clear who he meant. He didn’t feel bad about saying this out loud, and he doubted that Zak would even give a damn.

Hiroto's words moved Zak. They amused him. So much that the boy exploded into a fit of genuine laughter. "Come on, why you gotta be like that?" He was beaming. Slowly, he tried to bridge the gap between himself and his apparent new rival. "Heres me thinking we would be great friends," Zak was smirking the entire time. His crimson orbs studied Hiroto closely, body movements, chakra fluctuations. Judging by the way his chakra was moving, Bandage-Kun was not amused. When it was clear that his comrade was not amused, Zak shrugged. "Oh well. I guess we'll never see eyes to eye! Get it?" A fit of ghoulish laughter and he spun around on his heel. Zak was slowly strutted back to the rest of the group with a certain grace that one would expect from none other than a Prince. "Hahahahaha!" He wondered if Hiroto would make a move--just incase, he made sure to keep an eye on his chakra, and prepare himself for any type of retaliation.

"I can't believe I'm actually saying this, but can we go to the Forest now?" The young ninja pleaded with his Sensei. "I think the grime here is clinging to my ring." Zak had a look of disgust on his face as he struggled to clean his left ring off with a tiny red cloth he had in his jacket pocket. With the gaudy piece of jewelry now shining, he shoved his hands into his pants pockets. He hated forests, forests of any kind. The identical winding branches were antediluvian at best. They lacked the flair that the village had.