Title: The Rubik's cube
Fandom: Naruto Characters
: Shikamaru
Rating: Green
Genre: Comedy General Notes
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Genjutsu: Technical illusory.
-chan: suffix used with very young children, regardless of their gender, with girls or with which it has a lot of confidence.
-kun: suffix used with boys with whom he has a lot of confidence.
Sensei: teacher.
He noticed something striking the foot of a tree nearby. It could be a deflated balloon, attracted by the prospect of finding a toy, though old and worn out, went to see.
was a colorful cube, apparently of no use, perhaps you need to play to the buildings.
weighed it, passing it from hand to hand: it was very light, and then had to be hollow inside, the decoration was asymmetric, consisting of squares of different colors, arranged at random.
Although he did not understand what it was, did not want to throw it away, he continued to look it, looking at it from every angolazione finché, per errore, non deviò uno degli spigoli. Dapprima pensò di averlo rotto, poi capì: si poteva girare.
Contò i colori dei quadratini.
Verde come i prati sui quali amava sdraiarsi.
Rosso come le fette d'anguria che d'estate portava Choji.
Azzurro come i torrenti d'acqua limpida.
Giallo come i fiori che trovava nei campi.
Bianco come le nuvole che adorava guardare.
Arancione come il cielo al tramonto.
In quel cubo c'era tutto ciò che gli piaceva. Quel cubo gli piaceva. Six colors and six fronts: the solution was to combine a color for each side.
did not seem difficult.
[From the beginning of time that we can reduce the memory, and probably since the end of the Neolithic age, there were, in the world, three kinds of people, the High, middle, low. They were divided in various ways, have different names, in countless numbers, and their relative proportion, as well as the attitude of one to the other, were different depending on age: the essential structure of society But you are not altered. Even after enormous apparent revolutions and irrevocable changes, has always restored the usual scheme, as a gyroscope will always return to equilibrium as it is being pushed away in one direction, both in the opposite direction.
The goals of these three groups are entirely irreconcilable with each other. The purpose of the group that calls people of the High is to remain Wherever it is. The purpose of the average person is to replace the High. The purpose of short people, when they have a purpose (because it is a peculiar feature of the low of being crushed by the weight of too much work, very hard and servile, providing for, if not from time to time, aware of something are not the concerns of everyday life) is to abolish all distinction and thus create a society where all people are equal.]
am an antisocial, I do not want to do anything on my boxes are all the people. I want to go on a desert island to live and nobody will disturb more ...
The Rubik's cube
"I Genjutsu are those special techniques designed to deceive the enemy with illusions so realistic to be confused with reality. For example, in a battle of Genjutsu user could act in a way that attacks the opponent in the wrong direction. There are also other types of Genjutsu that create illusions rather frightening and grotesque, in order to emotionally torture his opponent ... "A puff
sound echoed in the classroom of the Ninja Academy, the only sound in the otherwise silent room, except for Sasuke repeated the lesson. Shikamaru had failed to restrain his companion spoke for half an hour giving himself airs of superiority and showed no signs of quitting; was boring as hell.
For a while Sasuke remained silent, turning his head toward the imperceptibly source of the noise, after realizing that it was Shikamaru, issued a faint grunt of disapproval and returned to blather. In response, the child rested her head on the bench, turning toward the window, the cloud just before he was observing had changed shape: first it seemed the crown of a tree and now, if the squint, looked like an old man with beard. Sasuke was not to have noticed anything, as he was busy showing off. According
Shikamaru his work was not so deserving: he had almost memorized the textbook, since he used the same words, had noticed because he had read that part, forced by his mother, and had been in mind. Initially, it was fun to anticipate with the thought that the phrase The boy was later pronounced by guessing each time, but got tired right away: out of the cloud was much more interesting.
Naruto, sitting two rows behind him, raised his thumb and grinned. Surely he thought he had snorted affixed to disturb his rival, mistaken: as he was concerned, Sasuke could speak the language until they become dry, the snort he had just escaped.
Before Sasuke Shikamaru had just been questioned, but he said not to be prepared. He did not speak and did not see the usefulness of a question: if he knew the lesson because she had to prove to others? The vote, then, it was not anything he had any judgments been assigned to him would continue to breathe, the clouds moving in the sky and Sasuke to be a pretentious, did not need anything at all. The fact that he had actual knowledge of the same mate, despite the difference of their averages, was proof.
Looking at the cloud, the boy smiled vacuum: it had occurred to me that if everyone stopped competing with each other for votes and other stupid things devoted to what interested them seriously, everything would have been more beautiful, perhaps, Sasuke was also a bit 'less snooty.
He wondered why almost no one had come before, people are ruining my life to be the best and always ended up being sad.
Choji had understood, Shikamaru why he was fine with him: he was a calm and gentle boy, with no great ambitions. He liked to eat and continued to do so without giving too much attention to those who constantly told that he was fat, which was slow and stupid, that if he continued it would have done nothing in his life and he would never find a girl; Shikamaru consoled him by telling him that if it takes a lot to answer questions was because he was smart enough to think about it, that could always open a restaurant and that no girls were better, because they were a nuisance. Esteemed him highly, considering it a strong person who refused to adapt to mass a pity that his friend was so discouraged from believing that a huge honor to irremediable weakness.
While Sasuke took yet another ten, Choji Shikamaru wondered why it was so insecure. Was bound to be guilty of something or someone. Relaxing
his thumb to his mouth, a habit that despite seven years now, not been able to correct and, without realizing it, closed his eyes and fell asleep on the bench. ***
"Sakura-chan, now you put nail polish on the nails, so you will be even better, you will be my maid of honor for her marriage to Sasuke-kun. After we will take a big bunch of flowers ..."
What a bore.
Always the same story.
Shikamaru was sitting on a bench park observing, in a state of drowsiness, Ino messing with Sakura's nails the green marker. There were months that were the same game, each time the same, the only variation was the rag that Ino makes up her mind in the last days were able to find one with less holes.
Why is so much distressed to play at the wedding when the groom just saw you hide or change the road was a mystery to everyone.
That day there were few children to the park; Shikamaru was there directed in hopes of meeting Choji, but walked in a vacuum. At that point he had thrown himself on a bench: no matter where it was all so boring, so I might as well stay there. And if he returned home to his mother would have to say sull'impreparato and being asleep in class. A real breakthrough.
Not far from the two girls, Kiba Akamaru ran in a circle to use. On the other hand, however, a little girl was sitting on the grass alone, shooting the occasional fleeting glance at Sakura and Ino, the Academy was in their class, but everyone knew little. His name was Hinata Hyuga and was the first time he saw her at the park: his father wanted him to return home soon, or so telling, why was not integrated.
"Now I have put on lipstick ..."
There were no clouds in the sky and the little girl, if you look in the right spirit, could prove interesting. To see her so lonely, baby si chiese se la storia del rientro non fosse tutta una scusa.
All'improvviso, come se avesse risposto ad un ordine, Hinata si alzò dirigendosi verso Sakura e Ino; stringeva nel pugno due margherite mezze appassite, una delle quali colta con tutta la radice.
"C-ciao." mormorò, una volta vicina. Sakura, di scatto, nascose il 'velo' dietro alla schiena.
"Cosa vuoi?" chiese, bruscamente "Ci stavi spiando! Vuoi raccontare a tutti il nostro segreto!"
Ma quale segreto e segreto... Shikamaru sbuffò. Tutto il mondo era a conoscenza di quel gioco cretino, compreso lo stesso Sasuke, perché ne parlavano a voce alta apposta per farsi notare. Se fosse stato al posto di Hinata, non le avrebbe degnate di un'altra word.
"No. .. I ... I wanted to help you pick the flowers." is justified, blushing and handing the daisies "Can I play with you?"
"No you can not." Ino interjected "are allowed only those who like Sasuke-kun." rejected it, with an air of superiority "Do you like that ugly Naruto."
"N-no! Not true!" defended himself and the other, making two steps back. It was further blushed and seemed on the verge of tears.
"If you do not go, I'll say." the threat "is he ..." did not even have time to finish the sentence that Hinata had already run away. As if nothing had happened, the two returned to engage in play, muttering comments about the envious gossips.
Seconds Shikamaru even after he left, avoiding confrontation with Kiba, who continued to run in circles screaming insults at an imaginary enemy, sought a more isolated area.
's happening more often lately, so one wonders if he was becoming a snob like Sasuke: there were times when other children all seemed stupid, looked at them incredulously, wondering what effect their actions and they are isolated because he wanted to think. It reflected a lot about what he saw, particularly if the perplexed.
Lying under a tree, he concluded that the world was divided into three groups: on one hand people like Sasuke and Ino, which dictated the law, then people like Sakura and Kiba, who for fear of being excluded is appropriate to the mass and, finally, people like Choji, Hinata and Naruto, cut off because several.
Those are a group believed the best and lord it, those of group two, for fear of being teased, treated them as idols to draw attention to those in group three, which did not bother anyone.
Choji's why she was so insecure.
The group was considered a model to follow. If they had stopped teaching them that everyone had to be beautiful, popular, strong and ambitious, Choji would be appreciated for what it was and would have discovered his charm hidden under the flab, someone would have listened to the silence of Hinata and Naruto ... in truth he had never understood why nobody wanted to Naruto, as if possessed.
Shikamaru also belonged to the group three, but did not care.
His mother and sensei of the Academy's repeated all day wasting their intelligence, which, with its extraordinary quality would go away ... did not understand that he was okay. By dint of thinking came to the conclusion that life was enjoyed, and was not going to get tired all day frantically in boring jobs. What he had already.
nell'accontentarsi What was wrong with a little? If everyone had done as he did, the division into three groups never existed.
He raised his eyes to heaven, the clouds had returned. As for the envy! They had the ability to fly, not arguing with each other and were not even make an effort to move because the wind pushes them. And most importantly, there were no clouds better than others.
Nothing was as relaxing as watching them change slowly until, without realizing it, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
But at that moment he could not sleep: it was almost time to go home, and if no one had woken up, he might as well stay there until the following morning. With maddening slowness because of the numb limbs already stood up, it was time to deal with the sermon of his mother.
He noticed something striking the foot of a tree nearby. It could be a deflated balloon; attracted by the prospect of finding a toy, though old and worn out, went to see.
was a colorful cube, apparently of no use, perhaps you need to play to the buildings.
weighed it, passing it from hand to hand: it was very light, and then had to be hollow inside, the decoration was asymmetric, consisting of squares of different colors, arranged at random.
Although he did not understand what it was, did not want to throw it away, he continued to look it, looking at it from every angle until you do not mistakenly diverted one of the corners. At first thought to have broken, then he realized: you could run.
counted the colors of the squares.
Green as whom he loved to lie on the grass.
Red like slices of watermelon and summer wore Choji.
Blue as streams of clear water.
Yellow like flowers, which was in the field.
White as the clouds that he loved to watch.
Orange like the sky at sunset. In
that cube was everything he liked. That cube liked.
six colors and six fronts: the solution was to combine a color for each side.
did not seem difficult. ***
"Shikamaru-chan, are you studying?"
"Yes, but it'..."
Quickly, the boy reached out to take the book closer to him, and opening it up to a random page, so be ready at the time of the patrol. Judging by the intensity of the tone of voice, had to be in the next room. He had just finished wasting breath in a long and tedious sermon, and he still wants to go up and down the house where she gets all that energy?
barely had time to settle down that the woman had already opened the door, the child stared at the characters apparently focused on the page.
"Bravo, I see that I've heard and you're working hard." complimented "In an hour I will come to hear."
The child bit his tongue, praying that he forgot: he hated to speak at random, and moreover, had not the slightest idea of what jobs were actually filled.
"Since when do you have a Rubik's cube?"
In their haste, Shikamaru had supported the object found at the park on the bedside table, he forgot that his mother missed nothing.
"Rubik's Cube?"
"It is called this. You're not spending new money from the pocket money without permission?" churches, inquisitive.
"No. .. I gave it to Ino. She did not need." threw out if he had said that I picked up from the ground, she would do another lecture on hygiene and would have to throw it away. And then it was just a lie true: if the fool had not Ino, would never have found.
"Did a gift? What a cute! Why not call one day at home to return the favor ... "Shikamaru was sorry excuse of newly invented, and his mother had a mania for bother pretending that playing with girls.
" No, Mom, I'd say that's not really the the case. "he muttered, after having had a sudden vision of himself forced to become a maid instead of Ino to Sakura. The woman, a little 'disappointed, muttered something and left him alone.
sigh of relief, the child threw on the one hand and returned the book to engage in what is now known to call 'Rubik's cube'.
was much more difficult than he had believed in almost two hours had managed to complete only a facade. If tried to continue, all the work he had done was irreparably damaged.
start thinking that it was impossible.
scratching his head, interlocking pieces of green and yellow, pentane, retraced the steps just the facts: in any case, it was a disaster.
wanted to finish it. It was usually so lazy as not to know the slightest stubbornness, but in that case was different: it was not a stupid race, would not show anyone the results obtained. It was something personal: he had found him and he wanted to solve it, perhaps, the previous owner had thrown away because they had surrendered.
A solution had to be there, just find the right combination. Thought write down on paper every single move, so that if you had noticed it was wrong, he could trace back. Not to get out of bed stretched out his leg in an attempt to get between the toes of a pen on his desk, but only managed to overturn the jar that contained: all the pens and pencils scattered on the floor of the cabinet and a few rolls down.
In that time he had an idea, the best idea he ever had.
Quick, shoot the cube: he had understood everything. ***
Shikamaru was worrying.
Yoshino did not know how to take it every day for the sensei of the Academy will contact you to inform you that the son did not study, did not participate and fell asleep in class. Do not listen to the reproaches and probably the only effective punishment would prevent him from sleeping. Lazy and defeatist, are not passionate about anything, nothing could involve him and his only interest was to stay and watch the clouds.
really did not know what to do.
lived day to day, without wasting a minimum of foresight and its extraordinary intelligence because of laziness, if he had just a bit of willpower, he would have already graduated from the Academy and within a few years he would become Hokage.
exactly the spitting image of his father. As soon as I had had the opportunity to name a four to him, with his way of doing that was a lax bad example. That kid needed a point of reference so strong and determined to make him understand that engaging could conquer the world.
This had resolved to do it toe the line, by hook or by crook. To demonstrate that his method of education worked, after a nice groomed Shikamaru had begun to study. He should see that bum of Shikaku, that of being freed from his father continued to chatter that if the child had been left alone he would find his own way.
"Shikamaru-chan, are you still studying?" hopeful, the woman entered the bedroom of her son, finding him asleep on the bed. The first book I read was thrown on one side and a desk cluttered with pencils. It was so deluded as to be surprised by what, at home Nara, was an absolutely ordinary scene.
"Shikamaru!" he called, louder. Annoyed, the boy opened his eyes slowly and yawned.
"What is it, ma '?" mumbled. He also had the courage to ask?!
"I'm telling you there! Who gave the order to sleep?" I hoped you'd understand ... "
"And I hope to rest." replied the boy, seriously, "We are equals." was incorrigible, and that as the father.
Defeat, the woman sat on the bed: he wanted to scold him, but did not even know where to start. He was not angry, now the question was too degenerate to be redressed only by a regular scolding: If Shikamaru was not rectified in time, would have no hope in the future. The real world was very different from the lives of children protected by their parents, during which you still have time to think about the shape of the clouds. If he had not learned to get by, would become a misfit, worried about the fact that, Choji part, had no other friends.
Noticing that he had sitting on something hard and edgy stood up abruptly, finding the folds of the sheets the Rubik's cube. Not only was lazy, but also messy.
"If you sit on the break." warned the child, taking the toy as if it were a treasure. Only then, Yoshino noticed that was different than before: he had resolved.
"You complete me?" he asked, incredulously, "All alone?" he added, seeing him nod with a shrug. It was impossible, as was smart, it would be too for a child of seven years.
"can not be." ruled, even she had never been able to do. Stubborn, it took from the hands of his son and messes.
"Show me how you did." put to the test. If he succeeded, would prove to be truly a child prodigy, as well as the wind to throw their full potential.
With another yawn, the child sat down on bed and, under the watchful eye of his mother anxious to see it working, remove the toy into a thousand pieces and reassembled in the right way. Then he lay down and reluctantly gave it to him again. Yoshino was so astonished at not being able to articulate a meaningful sentence.
"But this is not true ..." murmured the end, bewildered.
"Who said that?" said the boy "You have to solve it and I resolved, as it is not important. What matters is to get there, then everyone does it differently. Mica must be all the same ... Even Choji ..." the final sentence was lost in a rough whisper: totally oblivious of the conversation, he was back asleep with his thumb in his mouth. In one way or another, he always has the last word. Looking
, Yoshino admitted to herself Shikaku maybe he was right: that little was left as it was half-hearted little genius. In its own way, sooner or later he would be able to be realized, as he had just said, he was able to find an alternative route to get where he wanted to, though far from the dreams of a mother who wanted to see him Hokage.
Despite its pathological laziness, it was impossible not to love him, when he wanted, then, could be a real treasure. If one day we were married, his wife was the luckiest woman in the world.
" Mai ..." turning the child spoke in my sleep, as if he had read my mind.
The woman smiled as he could always round to it, he knew in advance that at that moment Shikamaru would never have the last word. It was too similar to his father to succeed.
© DevianART: sora-ko mission?
Duty
Remember, little brother, the mission of the game? I send you the other side of Konoha to look for a roll of parchment.
Each day started with enthusiasm to come home empty-handed, but still hopeful, had become the favorite game, the purpose of your life. 
You never knew that there was no parchment.
You were too young to understand the meaning of
word duty, so I lied. Now that you're big, little brother, I hope you will be able to understand me.
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