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OH I KNOW: last weekend of holidays before classes return, swiftly followed by the exams of doom! Last chance at creativity before the demons of academic pressure descend and stare me down with their beady, beady eyes, leaving me whimpering in a heap and clutching my ink-depleted highlighters to my chest!
DRABBLE PROMPTS. GO.
Ideas for ridiculous crossovers and AUs are encouraged, as are requests of the 'set X years before/after story Y' variety.
DRABBLE PROMPTS. GO.
Ideas for ridiculous crossovers and AUs are encouraged, as are requests of the 'set X years before/after story Y' variety.
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Arthur frowned and bent down to rub some ashes off his shoes. The tree stump was now a charcoal wreck that just needed a strong wind to dissolve completely, and all Arthur had managed was a piddly little jet of fire that had barely reached the stump. Now his palms were sore and he hadn't the chance to show off just how good he was at throwing shuriken and kicking people in the head, because apparently Konoha's Academy thought that wasn't as important as this chakra stuff. Arthur was telling his father. That would show them.
There was a painfully loud ripping sound off to his left; Arthur glanced sideways and saw a black-haired boy who looked just as disgruntled as Arthur felt.
"Kakashi!" this boy's partner yelled, dancing around on the demolished grass surrounding his own woodchipped ex-tree stump, and grinning. "Look!"
"You have no precision whatsoever," the black-haired boy snapped. "You could have killed someone."
Gleeful joy suffused his partner's voice. "Jealous, Sasuke? Huh? Hey, cool! You must be really good! I'm Naruto, what's your name?" He bounded over and shoved his hand out in front of Merlin, who was still staring at the tree stump with his stupid innocent face.
"This whole training thing is so ridiculous," muttered Arthur.
"Right," muttered Sasuke.
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