The sun rose in the sky like an old friend over the bustling village hidden in the leaves. For such an early hour, people were already up and out in town, shopping, meeting friends, selling their goods. The leaf village was one of the most prosperous of all the hidden villages, having a successful trading scheme, good military defence and not to mention it was surrounded by lush and lavish vegetation. The Hidden leaf was indeed a remarkable place. It was a place envied by other villages mainly for the many bright and talented ninja that emerged from the village's very own ninja academy. Even the academy was a location of envy for other rivalling villages. The whole system the ninja were trained under was astounding. The teachers knew what they were doing and the students were more than keen on learning. However, some were keener than others…
In the academy, there were a number of students, all with their own strengths and their own weaknesses. Some were more intelligent and some stared blankly at the white board, dribbling with vacant expressions, unsure of what the difference between a grape and a can of beans was. Some students were complimented for their unbelievable ability to run miles on end without breaking a sweat, other students found it difficult to run without tripping after three seconds over a five millimetre wide pebble and landing ungracefully on their little faces. For some, it just ran in their blood to have superb abilities.
While the everyday people rushed here and there in the early hours of the morning, one girl lay slumped over a bed in a crumby, clattered apartment. Snoring loudly and content with over sleeping, she continually punched her alarm clock whenever it rang loudly next to her on a scratched and splintered table. She was supposed to be up an hour ago.
THUD
THUD
THUD
"shit!-" The girl squawked loudly before falling to the floor face first, her mess of ginger hair trailing behind her like an orange river. In her awkward, uncomfortable and surprisingly flexible position on the shabby wooden floor, she heard her door open.
"Don't you know not to leave your door open, idiot."
The girl shifted her head so her chin rested on the floor, her neck straining painfully to see her unwanted intruder. Of course, the unbelievably dull tone of voice was a dead giveaway. The girl huffed and narrowed her eye at him. She really didn't want to see him at all.
"Whadd'ya want…" She grumbled almost incoherently, not bothering to move from her tangled heap halfway onto the floor. She looked like a ginger serpent. If the boy had any kind of sense of humour, he would have laughed at the comparison. If he were someone else, he would have laughed.
"Why aren't you up." The girl cocked her head as far as the strange angle of her body would allow her. His questions were never really questions, she'd noticed only just.
"Because." The boy rolled his dark eyes at her statement and leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms. They both scowled at one another in a silent battle for each other's desires. The boy wanted her to get up, get dressed and be ready so he could be on his way to the academy; the girl wanted him to leave so she could sleep. Each stood by their intentions with stubbornness.
"It's Monday. You have to get up for the academy."
The girl continued to scowl before sighing angrily. Fine. He could have it his way. There was no way she could get back to sleep now any way with the dull aching of her neck. With absolute zero amount of dignity, the girl slid off of the bed, her face flat against the floor before she stood up, wobbling slightly. The girl was fairly tall for her age, rivalling the boy's height, if not a bit taller but the way she slumped like an ape as she walked across the room, (keeping her scowl on the boy) made her seem smaller. Her long ginger tresses were a mess and through lack of care, seemed to be matting slightly. Her bare, pale feet patted against the floor as she made her way angrily to the corner of the messy room to pick up a pair of crumpled black trousers from the floor as well as a black tube top that lay, trampled on and unwashed on the floor. After she scrunched them into a massive ball of unclean garments, she reached up to the ceiling fan to take down a wrinkly mesh shirt that hung like dead game from the unmoving fan.
The boy wanted to scoff.
"Don't you ever clean your clothes." (Or yourself). It was a surprise she didn't have a pest problem-
A single mouse ran across the room, squeaking in fear after being nestled under the trousers that were now in the arms of the ginger girl. The dark haired boy cringed. The girl turned and scowled at him.
"Don't need to. They're only clothes, idiot. I have others." Her high pitched voice was bitter, probably from a lack of sleep again. The girl walked into her bathroom and slammed the door shut. The boy looked around and growled. She was so lazy, it was unreal. Walking into the room, he began to pick up stray, unwashed clothing and pile them into a laundry bin that looked like it was collecting dust. He was surprised his pride allowed him to actually do that much. But seeing as he collected her every morning on the way to the academy and that involved entering the disgustingly kept room, he might as well make it a bit more comfortable for himself. After the laundry bin looked like it was about to burst dirty clothes, he looked around. A bit better. He nodded to himself, admiring his work.
"Don't touch my clothes, pervert." The girl hissed, finally emerging from the bathroom changed and ready. Oh, she'd actually managed to brush her hair this time. She was probably compensating for wearing smelly, dirty clothes that hadn't been washed in probably weeks.
"Hn." The boy replied, shoving his hands in his pockets to keep his composure.
The girl scowled at him.
"Why'd you always have to try and act so frickin' cool all the time, Sasuke."
The classroom was noisy when the two walked in, neither speaking nor interacting in any way. As soon as Sasuke stepped foot in the door, an audience of heads turned to him both male and female and before anyone could blink, another fight broke out amongst the majority of the female population of the class over who would be sitting next to him. The tall, orange haired wonder rolled her eyes at them. She never understood the fuss. It was Sasuke for god's sake. He was as interesting as a sponge.
Scanning her crimson eye over the full class room, she spotted a small brunette girl slumped over her desk, head in arms, snoozing. The ginger girl's lips stretched into a massive, toothy grin that could make plants turn to ash.
Bingo.
The girl strode over to the other and shoved her hard, almost making the sleeping girl fall out of her chair.
"Hey, Fuck-face. What's cracka'lackin?" She casually sat down, resting her feet on the desk and folding her arms behind her back. The brunette girl simply rubbed her face, scowling at the ginger female through the gaps in her tanned fingers.
"Ruri." She grumbled in acknowledgment. The brunette was none other than Mizuo Yumi, a daughter from the side branch of the small Mizuo clan. The clan was a stranger to the hidden leaf, originating from the hidden mist and specializing in water transformation. They were referred to as 'mermaids' but they despised that title. Rumour had it that the majority of the little fishies had been poached for their interesting chakra enhancing abilities that people would die for, leaving Yumi-Chan all alone. Yumi was an alright looking girl, Ruri supposed. The girl had short, choppy brown hair and she often dyed the ends black with henna. Ruri thought it looked awful and often made insulting remarks about it. Yumi usually just brushed it off. Each to their own, right? Yumi's eyes were pretty interesting. They were like massive, black balls of ink on her tanned face and were often half lidded, due to Yumi being a very lazy individual and sleeping mostly throughout the day. It was like, her favourite thing to do.
But overall, Yumi was alright. Ruri never had to feel under dressed or anything like that in comparison to the brunette water user seeing as she only ever wore a blue tank top and some scraggly denim shorts. Like Ruri, Yumi wasn't too concerned about what people thought of her. Maybe that was why they were friends. But their friendship mainly relied on the fact that Yumi seemed to have an everlasting amount of patience to deal with the loud, cussing, violent ginger; something that not many people had. The thing about Yumi was that she never really lost her cool. In tough situations, she'd usually just grunt. She never complained, never got angry, never shouted. That was something that Ruri kind of admired about her secretly. Ruri always got angry. She pretty much was just one big mess of endless complaint. Yeah, Yumi was alright.
Yumi slumped back in her chair and folded her arms across her small chest, head lulling to the side as she fell back asleep.
Ruri smirked at Yumi before looking up at the ceiling and closing her eyes.
"Excuse me… Sorry…Could I just- ouch- get past..? Sorry!" Ruri's eyes flew open angrily at the familiar voice that she hated oh so much. Crimson eyes eagerly searched the room before she found the soul vexation of her existence.
Kaori Nara.
Kaori's so pretty. Isn't she just a gem? Oh, did you hear how talented she is? I heard she could dance, sing AND draw like a pro! And she's so clever. Her jutsu are so cool! I heard she can backflip whilst casting genjutsu! Ruri gagged. Kaori Nara, daughter of Ensui Nara. Little Bitch….
She thought she was so much better than everyone the way she sauntered around in her modest little blouse, in her coy little skirt, holding her books up against her flat little chest. And still, STILL everyone thought she was perfect. She was something special.
Well, Kaori Nara wasn't actually that bad of a person. Sure, she came off as a little stuck up and distant, but that wasn't actually what irritated Ruri so much about her. It was more the fact that everyone compared Ruri to Kaori. They both actually looked pretty similar. Ruri had long, straight hair; Kaori had long, straight hair. Ruri had bangs that partly covered the right side of her face, so did Kaori. Ruri had a long, thin face, as did Kaori. But that was what made it so much worse. People would always make fun of Ruri saying that she was like Kaori's 'ugly twin.' Or 'The downgraded version.' Or 'if she wasn't dropped down the stairs at birth she might look as good as Kaori.'
Ruri clenched her teeth, glaring at the midnight blue of the girl's head as she sat near the front, opening one of her many books to read. Why did she have to be so god damn pretty? The crimson eyed girl's mood turned even more sour when she saw Naruto approaching.
"What you want?" She spat angrily. She might have been nicer to him, had she ignored the presence of a certain 'little miss perfect.' Naruto, in all of his orange jumpsuit glory simply blinked.
"What's got you all riled up?" He asked in that weird raspy voice of his, wondering what he'd done wrong to deserve such cold treatment. Ruri crossed her arms over her developing chest. She nodded and scowled in the direction of her anger, making Naruto glance over at Kaori. Naruto looked in between Ruri and Kaori's head twice before grinning and laughing, pointing at Ruri.
"Wow, Ruri! You're so jealous!" Naruto bubbled out laughter and held his stomach at Ruri growled in rage.
"I am NOT jealous!" She practically screamed whilst Naruto continued to laugh, holding his stomach. Yumi grumbled and opened her large eyes before narrowing them at the cause of the entire ruckus.
"Could you keep it down?" She asked, irritated slightly. Naruto immediately shut up. Ruri turned to Yumi, teeth clenched and rage burning in her one visible eye.
"Tell him I'm not jealous! Tell him, Yumi! I'm not!" She seethed childishly. Yumi rolled her onyx eyes.
"The pair of you, grow up." She grumbled, rubbing her eyes and stretching. Ruri cooled down a bit before grinning lopsidedly, turning to Naruto.
"What you want, then, Bitchtits." Ruri snickered at Naruto's crestfallen expression from his peculiar pet name. But seconds later, his expression brightened.
"Oh, yeah! We have our final exam today!" He chimed, though on the inside, was metaphorically shitting himself. Ruri jumped up in fright.
NO.
NO.
NO.
Hello, people! Sorry I've left it so long to only just get started on this, I've been busy with my other stories at the present. I hope you guys enjoyed it and please leave a review or message me if you have any suggestions or complaints or anything like that. I'd really appreciate it. Thank you guys so much for reading! Xxx