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        The loud, annoying sound of the school bell rang, letting you know that you were late for your very first class of the day. “Darn it. Why are all my classes so far from each other?” You ran through the hallway, past the teacher that always yelled at you to slow down, and into your class room. Shutting the door with a loud slam, you walked to your desk and sunk down. It took you a few seconds to realize, no one was teaching. The teacher wasn't even there. A quick look around revealed that you were the only student there as well. “Do I not have class today?” You stood back up from your desk and walked towards the door to the room. “Maybe someone left a note.” As you reached for the doorknob, the door opened.

Standing in the doorway was a man with an average build, long black hair and black eyes. “I apologize for being late. Please return to your seat and we'll get started.” This wasn't usual your teacher, but you knew him somehow. Maybe you'd seen him around the school. No, that couldn't be it, you would have recognized him easily if it were that simple. “I asked you to please take a seat.”

“Oh right, sorry about that.” After taking your seat, you spoke up again. “Where are all the other students, and my teacher?”

“Your teacher had to take off due to something personal. As for the other students, I can't say.” He cleared his throat and leaned back in his chair. “I don't think teaching the lesson for today to only one student is worth it. Therefor, I think it would be more beneficial if we did something not pertaining to the lesson plan.”

That sounded like a good idea to you. Any day you could go through school without real work was a good day. “Okay, like what?”

There was an air of arrogance about him. It was slightly annoying. “Is there anything you'd like to learn about? I'm sure I could teach you regardless of the subject.” The man leaned forward, resting his elbow on the desk and propping up his head.

“Not really.” You shrugged. “As long as we don't do anything that really makes me think.”

“That's really not a good attitude to have.” He sighed and shook his head. “There's nothing I can teach you if you aren't willing to work for it. So, I shall choose the subject for today. Also, I should let you know that all of your other classes have canceled. You will be staying here, with me for the remainder of the day.”

“Wait, if all the other classes are canceled, t-that would mean we're the only two people here.” Worry set in. How were you supposed to know if this person was really even a teacher, he hadn't even told you his name yet. And if he was a teacher, why was he the only other person here? Scenario after scenario played in your head in the matter of seconds. By the time your teacher spoke again, you'd already convinced yourself that you were going to die.

“That's correct. I think it's time I stopped this little charade.”  The man stood from behind his desk and slowly walked over to you. A terrible pain shot through your head, but was gone as soon as you felt it. You clutched your head and shut your eyes tight. “What's the matter? Surely you're able to handle a bit of genjutsu.”

“Genjutsu?” You slowly opened your eyes, dropped your hands and looked back up at him. “Madara? H-how?” How had you not seen it before? The worry you felt quickly turned to fear. “What happened to the rest of the school? What did you do to them?”

“They're fine, trust me. They're all going about the day as usual.” Madara cocked his head back and looked down at you. “Have you still not noticed? Look around you.”

“Where are we?” You weren't in your classroom at all, you weren't even at a desk. It looked like you were underground, or in a basement.

“You're beneath the school.” Madara let out a disappointed sigh. “I've been watching you for a short time. From what I saw, you have a knack for seeing through genjutsu. Unfortunately, I was wrong. I barely used any chakra to disguise myself, and you still weren't able to see through it. You're no better than anyone else. ”

Though you tried  not to care what he was saying, you couldn't help but be a little offended. “Well, I knew I'd seen you before, I just couldn't figure out where. So really, I didn't completely fail your little test thing.”

Madara raised an eyebrow, giving you a thoughtful look. “In that case, you may not be a complete waste of time.” He walked back and forth silently and thought. “I have a proposition for you. I will be testing you, without you knowing it of course. If after one week you pass my little test, I'd like you to become my companion.”

“I-I don't know.” You looked down at the dirty basement floor. “I'd be betraying everyone I know.”

“I ask only that you think about it. If after a week you're still not sure, I'll leave you be.” He stepped closer to you, placing a hand on your cheek. “Do we have a deal?”

His closeness made your heart beat heavily, your breath became shallow and your face turned bright red. “That would be okay, I guess.”

“Good.” He smiled slightly. “You will be seeing me around. I convinced your old teacher to quit. Therefore, I will be charge of your classroom from this day forward.” Madara leaned in close to you, a very serious look on his face. “I trust you wont tell anyone who I really am. The result of that would be most unfortunate.”

A lump caught in your throat. “I promise.”

“Very well then.” He moved away from you and crossed his arms. “Now, I suggest you get to class. You wouldn't want to be tardy now would you?” The bell rang again as he led you to the stairwell. “Keep your eyes open, you never know when I may throw a test at you.” You made your way up the stairs, back into the main school building and finally to your appropriate class. There, standing at the chalkboard, teaching a physics lesson was Madara. Shocked and unable to move, you stood and stared. “Is there a problem?”

“No sir, I'm sorry.” You quickly took your seat and attempted to listen to the lesson. Unable to pay attention to anything around you, you dropped your head to the desk and sighed. “What have I done?”
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SirafienMaxwell Featured By Owner Sep 1, 2014  New member Hobbyist General Artist
I want to see more of this ^^ it's interesting to know what happens next
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HarutoAki Featured By Owner Edited Aug 21, 2014  New member
I LIKE THIS ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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shawnna-ciel Featured By Owner Jan 26, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Im new, what does one shot mean?
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Vocaloid-15-Sapphire Featured By Owner Jun 29, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
A one shot is, in a sense, a one chapter story. A short story, if you will.
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shawnna-ciel Featured By Owner Jun 30, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
i write many of those. i did not know that. thanks
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You're welcome~
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Deitara Featured By Owner Dec 24, 2013
I love this :-P
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is there a sequel? it's a really great story!
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