fulmen—s:

                                          _{”Aren’t you quite naive, kid?
                                                     The world can be full of surprises.”}

_{≺ ϟ 全能≻ ——-   Vigorous arms took a folded configuration, as he offered a bigger amount of attention to the youth manifested. While exclaiming this annotation, in his mind, there were miscellaneous occurences that had happened in the past. Parallel universes, fighting against Dragons, fighting against demons. These paradigms were the consummate ones to illustrate his point. Of course, no need to divulge them to a stranger. Being a mage has its drawbacks, and one of them is the fear of losing your life. But alas, such apprehension does not exist in Laxus’ soul. Vicissitudes were appreciated. Occasions where he has to fight, to push himself to the limit in order to survive, were the ones that he wished to experience in frequency. The reason? Amelioration, simply.}

               _{Seemingly, the other appeared to be quite fascinated with the dinstictive scar, having the shape of a lightning bolt, engraved upon the Dragon Slayer’s face. Truth to be said, only with the mere reminiscences regarding the way he get it, could easily destroy his disposal for the rest of the day. And it was all done by a man who has grown rather abominable in the mage’s heart. No other than his father. Had he had the opportunity to erase such enemy from existence, he wouldn’t have shown any form of hesitation to do so. However, considering the fact that his grandfather has still a merit of faith in him, Laxus shall restrain himself.. for the time being, at least. Now, he had to deal with the inquisitiveness that the youngster in front of him, is exposing. Though he did not seem to be a foe, the lightning user had to stay alerted. Perhaps he was a little extraordinary, but he does not care for such matter.}

      _{“I see no reason in answerin’ your question.
        However, i might reconsider it, if you answer my questions.”}

「 ℕ」— What was with this guy? So irritating and yet Naruto was drawn to him for reasons unknown to him. Perhaps the curiosity of that marking, or the fact that such a strong man was so mysterious to him. Surely someone of his nature would have been rumored about, the man with the lightning scar, but not once had such a title reached the blond’s ears. Which only further intrigued and annoyed. The feelings he often felt for the Uchiha in their younger days reflected now, muscles aching, begging for a challenge, but mind being smart enough not to challenge such a being. After all, he knew nothing of his background, of which attacks he might use. Sure, he never considered these things before, but in the heat of the moment it sure felt like he should. 

             His questions? Really, who was he?! Was it considered rude to rasengan someone you’d just met, or even a simple barrage. Surely, given that the youth was a ninja, it was acceptable. Chewing on his cheek, holding back obscurities and controlling the temper that threatening to boil over, he came up with the perfect revenge. A smile played on his lips, daring to reach from ear to ear but becoming somewhat controlled seconds later. “Neh, Sparky. I’ll answer whatever ya got for me.. but then ya tell me where ya got that scar.. and what your kekkei genkai is!” It was just a feeling really, that the other possessed power of unnatural means. A fair enough deal, a grin of approval and then the wait for the reply. Simple enough, though Naruto was overly impatient, his need for knowledge; something rarely experienced by him, was overflowing. 

             “So, we got a deal or what ‘ttebayo?” He pushed, pout playing on his lips. the true sign that waiting was not for him.