"Mom says we're going to Konoha!" She said.
Again? I thought.
"And no, it's not to see her boyfriend this time," she continued. "It's for the Chuunin Exams!"
Great, I thought, another exam I can fail. They all know I have only two good Ninjutsu's and can't produce the simplest Genjutsu. I guess I'll be relying on my Taijutsu again.
She came into my room. I realized it was Yumi. As she entered, she flipped her perfect, long, blonde hair behind her shoulder and her red eyes glistened. I envied her looks sometimes. My dead-looking, long black hair and large brown eyes were nothing to be pround of. Just constant reminders of my father.
"So, pack up!" said Yumi.
I got off my bed, looked in my closet, grabbed two or three outfits, put them in my suitcase, and sat back down.
"You'll need more than that!" said Yumi, "It'll be a long time." I got back up and grabbed everything in my closet, which wasn't much. Mom hadn't done laundry for a while. Ever since she got a new boyfriend, she was almost never home. Me, my sisters, and our older brother took care of ourselves, mostly. Yumi smiled and walked out of my room. Hayame, my older brother, walked into my room ten minutes later.
"Here's the rule of being in Konoha," he said, "I don't know you. You don't know me. We aren't related." Then he muttered, "We hardly are, anyway."
I was so sick of him. Hayame hated me because of my father. Yumi, Hayame, and Kazan were all my half-siblings. Shortly after the divorce of their parents, Mom went out and met my father. Unfortunately (But fortunately for him), she was drunk, and things went too far. Nine months later, there was me.
Anyway, he went on for a good ten minutes about how stupid I was and how I have to stay at least a mile away from him. I ignored his speech and looked at his features. He had red eyes like Yumi, but black hair. I noticed how you could start to see the red-orange roots again. He had dyed it since I could remember.
"Leave her alone, would ya?" said Kazan, interupting him with her presence. Kazan stared disapprovingly at her older brother. Somehow, she was the only one he really listened to. Her hair was the color his had been before he dyed it; a bright, red-orange color. She, too, had the red eyes they all got from their father. Actually, Kazan was the exact image of their father except that she was a fourteen- almost fifteen- year old girl. Hayame glared and left the room. I nodded in gratitude.
"I wish you'd speak more often," said Kazan. "You're so silent and dark all the time." Then she, too, left. I got up, shut my door, turned off the light, and sat back on my bed. Sighing, I soaked in the darkness. I must've fallen asleep in my darkened room, because I was woken by a loud boom. I instantly sat up and looked around the room, but, of couse, couldn't see.
"You should keep a light on, you know!" said Yumi. I could tell she must've tripped, because her voice was coming from the floor. I just shook my head.
"Well help me up!" She demanded. I went over, turned the light on, and helped her up.
"We're leaving," said Mom, poking her head in. Yumi grabbed her million suitcases, but somehow, I ended up carrying most of them along with mine. Kazan carried hers on her back.
She's so much stronger than me, I thought.
Hayame had no luggage.
"Pack much?" Yumi asked.
"It's with my squad," He replied. I had forgotten! Hayame wasn't coming to take it, he was coming with his squad; he was a sensei. His squad was made of the twins' and his cousins Yoshiro, who was twelve like me, Jaiden who just turned eleven, and Manami, who was the same age as the twins. I didn't think he should be a sensei at his age. He was only seventeen. But in any case, there was his squad ahead of us, carrying their, and his, suitcases.
"Ready?" Manami asked happily. Good, she's happy, I thought. She and her whip are scary when she's angry.
"Let's go, kids!" said Mother dearest.
"Wait!" said a voice, getting closer behind us every second.
"Dad!" said Kazan, embracing a tall, red-haired, red-eyed man.
"Just wanted to wish you all good luck," Their father explained.
"You're wearing your robes," said Yumi.
He looked down. "I guess I am," he laughed, "I didn't get time to change." Yumi, Kazan, and Hayame's father (Yoshi, Jaiden, and Manami's uncle) was the raikage.
"So, you're off to the Leaf Village?" He said. It was a question, but he knew the answer.
"We are, Glaedr," said Mom coldy.
"Salie," said their dad, "Don't be that way."
"It's no where near as nice as our Cloud Village," Manami pointed out.
"Suck up," Yoshi muttered and nudged his older sister, who gave him a hard glare.
"We better go now," said Salie. "Wait. Glaedr, what's on your face?"
"What?" said he. I pulled a bowl from Mom's bag and water from my own, then let him look in it.
"Oh!" He laughed, "Face-paint..One of the Jonin declared it face-paint day."
"Can we go now?" I muttered. I hated being around their father. I felt... on the outside. After all, they've known each other all their lives, and I only got here three years ago.
When I was born, times were tough. Mom could hardly support three kids, it would be impossible for her to raise me, too. So she sent me to live with my father. But there was a problem; as it turned out, my father, who lived in theMist Village,was already married with a one-year-old son. He couldn't tell his wife about me, so he sent me to the Sand Village to live with his mother. My grandmother raised me, and I had three, good friends named Temari, Gaara, and Kankuro. Sadly, my grandmother passed away when I was nine, and so I was forced to say goodbye to Temari, who was like an older sister, Kankuro, who always picked on me in a comedic way(I picked right back), and Gaara, who will always have a special place in my heart. I moved to the Cloud Village, and here I am three years later. Anyway, Mom nodded, and my siblings and their cousins said their farewells.
"Are we really going to walk?!" Yumi whined.
"No," said Mother, "Hayame and Kazan are going to fly us." Instantly, both of them used their jutsu, and two large dragons where in front of us.
"Yoshiro, Jaiden, Manami, ride on Hayame," Mom commanded, "Yumi, Enkai and I are on Kazan."
"Mom!" said Kazan, "You know I can't hold more than two people!"
"I'll run," I shrugged quietly, and took off. Anything to get a little alone time. Every once and a while, I looked up to see if they were still above me. They were a little behind me in the sky. I kept looking up at them, but then my running stopped with a "Bang!"
I was on the ground, dazed. I looked at a boy, laying a little ways from me. I must've run into him, I thought. I stared at him a minute. He looked so familiar.
"I'm really sorry," I said quietly. He didn't say anything, he just laughed.
"Are you ok?" I asked.
"How'd you get that fast?! He exclaimed, jolting to a sitting position.
"What?" I said, confused.
"You're pretty fast," He smirked. "I bet I'm faster, though." I examined his hair-cut. It was black and sort of bowl-shaped. I suddenly put it together.
"Might Gai?" I said. "Do you know him? You look just like him."
"I'll take that as a complement," he said, "He's my sensei! I'm Rock Lee." He held his hand out to shake mine.
I took his hand and shook it.
"I'm Yusi Enkai," I said. It was weird. I was only open to people I felt confortable around, which wasn't even my family. How did I manage to befriend this kid so quick?
"Enkai!" said an all-too familiar voice which grew closer as he came up behind Lee.
"Gai-Sensei!" said Lee, instantly jumping to his feet. "You know Enkai?"
"He's dating my mom," I muttered.
"Really, Gai!?" said Lee. Just then, my family caught up.
"Hello, Gai," said Mom, walking over and kissing his cheek.
"Wow, Sensei!" said Lee, "She's beautiful!" Then he pulled out a notebook and wrote something down.
"What are you writing?" I whispered.
"Gai-Sensei is doing something important here!" Lee whispered back, "I need to take notes!"
"Well, come on, everybody," said Gai, chuckling, "We're going to my home so you eight can get settled. Lee, be a gentleman and carry some of their luggage."
"Yes sir, Gai-Sensei!" said Lee, picking up all Yumi's baggage.
She's the only one with enough for him to carry, I muttered.