Author's Note: Hello everyone and welcome to my first fanfiction. I'm not overly confident of my writing skills so I hope everything is...accurate. Thanks for reading.
"Talking"
'thinking'
"DEMON"
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters (if I did I certainly wouldn't be writing fanfictions about it)
It was a peaceful day in The Village Hidden in the Leaves. The Second Shinobi World War had passed into history and the day had finally come for a new generation of young people to begin the long, and sometimes painful, journey towards becoming a Ninja.
Kawarama stood outside the academy with his mother and father, eager and ready – well, almost ready – for his first day. Fair-skinned, with unusually grey shaggy hair but dark-eyed, just like his father, the boy wore plain blue trousers and a simple, short-sleeved blue shirt kimono with mesh armour underneath, held closed by a pale yellow sash. He was excited and more than a little bit fidgety as his mother fussed around him, straightening his clothes. He squirmed. "Come on Mum, lessons will be starting soon." His mother, Kaiyumi, smiled. "Oh come onKawarama," she said, smiling. "Can't a mother make sure her little man is prepped and ready for his first day?" The boy finally stopped fidgeting and looked at her, dolefully. "I suppose not. But hurry up. I want to get to class." The boy's father, a tall man with jet-black hair, smiled. "Come on son, don't be like that." He paused, looking at his wife. "Your mother's just being...well...a mother," he added, still smiling. Then he looked up at the clear blue sky. "But the boy has a point," he said. "Time's getting on. How about we let him head to class now?" His wife pouted, then smiled before wishing her son well and giving him a big – and so Kawarama thought – embarrassing hug. Almost as quickly he was released he was whirled around and shoved in the direction of the academy's large front doors. Before entering he turned and gave a final wave. His parents waved back. Then he was gone.
Inside the academy Kawarama walked down endless corridors before finally reaching his designated classroom. He entered and looked around. Every desk was occupied, bar one – his. He was pleased to realise he recognised some familiar faces. Over there was a large Akimichi, there a sleeping Nara, a Yamanaka, then in a corner a bunch of white-eyed Hyuga, as well as a couple of dark-haired, dark-eyed Uchiha. Rocking backwards and forwards in a chair was an Inuzuka with a black ninja hound with a white underside sitting on her head, while a shade-wearing Aburame sat staring out at the village. The face that he was happiest to see was that of as his best friend Minato, a cheerful blue-eyed, spiky blonde-haired boy with jaw-length bangs framing his narrow face. Kawarama smiled at his friend before running over and jumping into the seat next to him. "Hey Minato, I can't believe it, soon we'll be Ninja," he exclaimed. Minato smiled. "Yeah, but we have to get through six years of this academy before that happens." Kawarama laughed. "Aw, that'll be easy for the two of us."
Before Minato could reply the door to the classroom slid open and a tall man in chunin attire and wearing a pair of old-fashioned sunglasses stepped in. He stood still, looking at the classroom. The youngsters immediately quietened and sat still in their seats. The man walked slowly to the desk at the front of the classroom. He turned and addressed the room. "Alright class, welcome to the academy. My name is Shiro Aburame and I will be your teacher while you are here. Now, we are each going to introduce ourselves with our name, tell the rest of the class what we like and what we don't like, along with any ambitions you may have. Why? So that we can all get to know who we are and what we are about. We will go in alphabetical order." Kawarama had expected his new teacher to tell the class about himself, but instead Shiro looked down at the heavy register he held open in his hands, noting a lot of prestigious clan members in the large book. 'This should be interesting,' Shiro thought to himself. He then began to read out names: "First up is Shibi Aburame".
Shibi had very spiky, short black hair and wore the typical dark glasses and high-collared jacket of the Aburame clan. He stood and walked nonchalantly to the front of the class, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. "My name is Shibi Aburame. I like my Kikaichu beetles. I dislike people who hate insects for stupid reasons and my ambition is to become the next leader of the Aburame clan." He then walked back to his seat, his hands still in his pockets. "Next up is Choza Akimichi," said Shiro. A plump boy with spiky red hair and purple markings on his cheeks stood and walked to the front of the class. "My name is Choza Akamichi. I like barbeque and well...practically all kinds of foods. I dislike people who go on diets and my ambition is to become the next head of the Akamichi clan." He then walked back to his seat.
Shiro then looked at the name of the next youngster on the register. The boy in question was fast asleep in a chair at the back of the room. "SHIKAKU NARA!" shouted Shiro. All that came back was a light snoring noise. Choza, sitting next to Shikaku, nudged him awake. The dozing boy looked puzzled for a moment, then frowned at Shiro. 'What a very un-Aburame thing to do,' Shibi thought. Meanwhile Shikaku was struggling to get his bearings. "What is it?" he asked. Shiro looked cross: "Please come to the front and introduce yourself." Shikaku clambered to his feet. He had dark eyes and dark hair tied up in a spiky ponytail that made his head look like a pineapple. When he finally shuffled his way to the front of the class he said: "My name is Shikaku Nara. My likes include cloud watching and napping." The class laughed and Shikaku merely rolled his eyes. "My dislikes include anything even slightly troublesome. My ambition is to be the next Nara clan head." He smiled sleepily and returned to his seat where he promptly went back to sleep. Shiro glared at the boy, then shook himself, sighed and moved onto the next name. "Minato Namikaze". Minato bounced out of his chair and walked jauntily to the front of the class. "My name is Minato Namikaze. I like my friend Kawarama and helping those precious to me. I dislike people who treat life without care or respect and my ambition is to one day become Hokage." Minato looked expectantly at Shiro, who nodded. The boy smiled and returned to his chair.
"Next up, Hiashi Hyuga!" A Hyuga boy sporting long black hair stood up and walked to the front. In a monotone voice he said: "My name is Hiashi Hyuga. I like tradition and people who head it. I dislike insolent people who think they can avoid fate. My ambition is to become the next head of the Hyuga clan." He then went back to his seat. Kawarama leaned over to Minato. "Looks like another stick-up-the-arse Hyuga," he whispered. "I feel sorry for who ends up on his team when we become genin." Minato grinned. "You and me both," he whispered back.
Shiro read out another name. "Hitomi Hyuga". A fair-skinned girl with shoulder-length hair the colour of aubergines and bangs of similar length framing her face walked to the front of the room. "Hello, my name is Hitomi Hyuga. I like my sister Hizumi and pressing flowers. I dislike mean people and weeds and my ambition is to become a great kunoichi." She then skipped back to her seat.
"Next up is Hizumi Hyuga". A girl similar in appearance to Hitomi but with shorter hair hesitantly walked to the front of the class. She stood staring at the class for a minute, nervously twisting a chord hanging from her tunic. Shiro cleared his throat as a signal for the girl to start talking. "Um...my name is H-Hizumi H-Hyuga...I have similar likes and dislikes to m-my sister...H-Hitomi...I also have the same ambition." She then hurried back to seat so quickly that most of the class didn't see her move. "She seems quite shy," whispered Minato. Kawarama merely thought she was cute.
"Can we next have Hizashi Hyuga please?" Shiro said. A boy who looked like a mirror image of Hiashi, save for a black cloth band covering his forehead, walked to the front. Like Hitomi he stood staring at the class, but he clearly was not nervous. In fact he was anything but. Indeed his face bore an expression of defiance. "My name is Hizashi Hyuga," he said, boldly. "My likes are similar to my brother Hiashi's. However I am not so...harsh in my dislikes, my ambition is...to be...free." At this all the Hyuga members tensed. Shiro scribbled something into the register.
"...Alright, next up is Tsume Inuzuka." Barely had Shiro finished saying her name than Inuzuka leapt to the front of the room. She had long, spikey, untamed brown hair, the pupils of her eyes mere vertical slits. Her cheeks bore her clan's signature fang markings. "My name is Tsume Inuzuka and this here," gesturing to the dog sitting on her head, "is Kuromaru." The dog gave an assertive 'woof'. "My likes include going on walks with Kuromaru and protecting the village. My dislikes include people who try to harm or abandon the pack and my ambition is to become the next Head of the Inuzuka clan." She then walked back to her seat, her head – atop which still sat the dog – held high and her back straight as bamboo."Typical Inuzuka," sighed Shiro to himself.
"OK Kawarama Senju, you're up next." Kawarama walked to the front. "My name is Kawarama Senju, grandson of the Second Hokage: Tobirama Senju. Don't forget that. I like spending time with my friend Minato and protecting the people precious to me. I dislike those who try to hurt those precious to me and arrogant people who think they're better than everyone else. My ambition is to one day be known as a hero." When he finished he noticed one of the Uchiha staring daggers at him, but he ignored the gesture and walked back to his seat. "Thank you Kawarama," said Shiro, readjusting his shades and again, noting something in the register.
"Next is Fugaku Uchiha." The Uchiha who was staring at Kawarama stood up and walked to the front of the class. The boy had short, black hair that reached his shoulders and a lined face that looked too old for someone of his tender years. His onyx-coloured eyes had visible creases below them. "My name is Fugaku Uchiha. I like my clan and my village. I dislike weak people who have no respect for their betters. My ambition is to become the next Uchiha clan head." As he finished he glared at Kawarama again before returning to his seat. 'I have a feeling this class is going to be difficult,' thought Shiro.
"OK...next is Mikoto Uchiha." A fair-skinned girl with long, straight black hair and bangs hanging on either side of her face skipped to the front of the class. "My name is Mikoto Uchiha. I like my family and friends and I dislike people who think that the Uchiha clan are all horrible people. My ambition is to be able to call myself a proud Kunoichi of the Uchiha clan." She beamed at the class, then went back to her seat in the same high-spirited fashion as she'd left it.
"Now, last but not least, can we please have Inoichi Yamanaka." Inoichi walked to the front. He had long ash-blonde hair, spiky on the top and ending in a ponytail. His blue-green eyes blazed at the crowded classroom, his strong jaw jutting towards the other students. "My name is Inoichi Yamanaka." He paused. "I like spending time in my family's flower shop. I dislike flower critics and my ambition is to become the next head of the Yamanaka clan." He looked around the room and then returned to his seat.
"Well that was blissfully short," thought Shiro before he went to stand behind his desk. He looked slowly around the room, wondering who of those before him would survive the next six years and who would fall by the wayside.
"Alright. Now that the introductions are finally out of the way, we shall begin with today's lesson."
A/N: And so concludes the first chapter of my story, I hope you liked it. As I said feel free to give any suggestions that I can do, I will take everything into consideration. I will upload new chapters when ever possible.
