1st story! Before you start there are things you must know:
-Story is somewhat AU cus there is some technology (ex. computers, cell phones, etc)
-Sasuke never left the village for Orochimaru (but that might change –wink, wink, nudge, nudge-). Likewise Naruto never left with Jiraiya; instead Ero-sannin (Jiraiya: Naruto have you been telling everyone to refer to me as that again?!) trained him within the Leaf
-All of the Naruto characters are the same age as they are in Naruto Shippuden and rank except Naruto, Sakura, Sasuke, and Shino; they are Tokubetsu Jōnin, special Jōnin. Gaara is not the Kazekage…yet. But he is a Jōnin like his siblings
-Hayate is still alive, yeah! ^W^ (Hayate: Cough, cough, Hell yeah I am! Take that Baki!!) He's too awesome to die! But sadly, old man Hokage is (Sarutobi: Awwwwwww, no fair!) cus Tsunade-sama needed to be Hokage in this
-This is a somewhat crossover between Naruto and Death Note (Weird, huh?) but Naruto is the main.
-Story summary part doesn't come until later...things have to happen first to set it off. Sorry bout that. Bear with me there.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or Death Note, or any anime/manga for that matter. Hello people why do you think I'm on FANfiction?! Sheesh…
3:30p.m. December 12
"Alright, see you after Christmas break kids! Try to behave Ryouho and Ryou! You both better attempt to train over the vacation. "
"How can you say that, Natsu-sensei!" said a seven year old boy with ebony locks pulled back into a low short ponytail and pale green eyes in a mock surprised tone; he was Ryouho, the first half of the dynamic duo, go figure. "Of course we will!"
Bull crap.
"NOT!" laughed his identical twin, except with shorter lighter tresses and vibrant sapphire orbs. Both dashed out the classroom before I could retort back, the two laughing loudly. Those damn brats. Sometimes, I wonder just what the heck was I thinking, becoming a teacher at the Ninja Academy. Worst. Job. Ever. Especially when you're unfortunate enough to have demonic twins in your class. Why did I get stuck with them? Why is it always me?!
Oh that's right, I never introduced myself yet, have I? Well, my name's Takara Natsumi, the best kunoichi in Konoha! Hah, hah, yea, I wish. Far from it actually, and very much so. But hey, I'm a Chūnin and a sensei, that's something, right? RIGHT?! Ah, well, I'm happy with my position…for now.
Ok, as far as appearances go, I'm pretty tall, about 5''6, but kinda stocky-ish, unlike my nee-chan who is slimmer than me and slightly shorter. I have plain, light brown hair which reaches to…um actually I'm not sure. Usually, no, 99.9% of the time I have it up in a ponytail, you'll never see me without it! It's my style, you know? Oh, anyway, my best feature to me, are my eyes.
Members of the Takara clan all have naturally crimson colored eyes (No it's not Sharingan, people! I said Takara not Uchiha clan), due to our kekkei genkai, but I'm not gonna reveal that just yet! Mine are a lighter shade of this color, like a ruby red, though my nii-chan eyes are even lighter than mine, damn him, while nee-chans' are a darker shade of red.
What do I like…hmm…oh! I like to train, play video games, sleep, eat, go on missions, and ballet! Lastly I'm sweet 16, hell yeah, I'm the baby in the family. Okay enough with that, back to the story.
Closing and locking the classroom door -fumbling through my pockets for my keys in the process- with a long suffering sigh, I head out the Academy. At least now I would have a break from the entire gang of kids, the ringleaders, of course, the bratty twins. I stepped outside and gazed upwards. The grey sky above me was sprinkling white snow, coating the trees, ground, and everyone, including myself, in the wet substance.
A small smile spread on my now cold, bluing lips. "Finally," I said letting out a puff of mist in the process. "It's about time it started to snow." I looked around as I walked down the thinly snow-covered path leading back to the place I called home, taking in the picturesque, winter themed Konoha village. "Everything looks so beau-"
BAM! An orange blur suddenly crashes into me, knocking me flat on my ass in the lightly snow covered walkway. "Oww." I groan, rubbing my poor backside. Haven't I had enough grief from the kids today?!
"Hey! Watch where you're going!!!"
"Hey buddy; you're the one who ran into me if you didn't notice!" I snapped irritably, getting up on my feet and brush myself off. I turned my glare on the idiotic person, only to realize…"Huh…Naruto?"
Why am I even surprised?
The blonde's sky blue eyes widened in recognition, mouth opened dumbly. "Natsumi? Is that you, dattebayo?"
"Of course stupid, who do you think I am, Chewbacca?!"
"Geez, rude much." he muttered with a pout.
"You just ran into me and didn't even apologize! On top of that you made it seem like it was my fault! That's rude!" I pointed out. Naruto 'hmpf'ed with a small frown, folding his arms behind his head and squinted at me with one piercing blue eye.
"Sorry. Happy?"
"I suppose. What are you doing anyway?"
"I was on my way to visit Iruka-sensei." replied the 16 year old, smiling jubilantly, his previous attitude disappearing with it.
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, we're going to Ichiraku's, dattebayo! Do you wanna come with?"
"Nah," I said shaking my head slowly. "I have things to–dah!" Naruto grabbed my wrist and yanked me off towards the ramen shop without warning. "N-Naruto!"
"Come on it won't take that long." said the knuckle-headed ninja firmly, continuing purposefully to his destination.
What other option do I have if you dragging me there, essentially kidnapping me, baka? I glanced back at the road not taken to my house with a hopeless grimace. Hope they don't get too mad at me…
Takara Residence
A young woman with waist length auburn locks and burgundy colored eyes yawned loudly, stretching out on a purple couch she laid upon in the den. "Yo little bro Junko, fetch me some soup."
The middle child with brown hair, a shade darker than Natsumi's own, narrowed his magenta orbs, glaring into the pot of chicken noodle soup that he was currently stirring over the stove top. That poor soup didn't deserve such treatment at the cost of someone like Hikari. "Why can't you do it?" he grumbled in a nasally voice; he'd caught a cold courtesy of the still ill girl on the sofa.
"Because…I don't feel like getting up." she answered cheerfully with a carefree smile.
Junko's eye twitched and he forced himself not to explode in a rage. "Fine," Damnit Hikari, you better be lucky your FIVE effing minutes older than me.
Yes. Hikari and Junko are fraternal twins and the older siblings of Natsumi. They are 17 years old and are bigger handfuls than sugar high 3 year olds with free tokens to go to Chuck-E-Cheese. Let's discuss these two briefly…
Hikari keeps up her position as the oldest by constantly bossing around her younger brother and sister and being the higher ranking ninja; she is a Jônin, specializing in medical ninjutsu like Sakura. Despite being the oldest, she is the least mature out of the three, serious only when necessary. Junko and Natsumi really wanted to know the retard who promoted her to Jōnin status so the two could give them a nice double slap. Sure she was strong enough to be one, but…they felt someone who still displayed the mental state of a 12 year old at times didn't deserve to have that title.
Junko is well, Junko. He hates the fact that he has a girl's name, thanks to their "insane, mentally unstable" father, who thought he was 'too cute' to have a boy's name when he was born. Well, besides that Junko is a special Jônin. He's the self-proclaimed "chef" for the whole family; he takes great pride in his cooking abilities and loves to be praised for it. You can find him surfing the web, instant messaging and what not at when he's home or just hanging around. Not a busy guy here when not out on a mission.
"Hikari scoot over I wanna sit down and eat my soup too." he said as he thrust a red bowl filled to the brim with the piping hot soup.
"Yeah, alright." she agreed (shockingly), taking the bowl. She sat up fully and moved enough so that he'd have some space and he planted his rear down. "Looks goo-uh…uh…ah-CHOO!" Flecks of saliva sprayed all in Junko's soup, to his absolute horror.
"Y-You just sneezed in my soup!!!!" Hikari wiped her runny nose, sniffling snot back up. Junko mustered up the most hate-filled glare he could and directed it towards his big sister. Why was she such an inconsiderate slob when she was sick?! Actually she was always the inconsiderate part. "Damnit Hikari! That's just plain disgusting! Cover your big mouth next time!"
"I'm sorry." she said. A couple of coughs escaped her lips and she swore silently. "Man I despise being sick."
Junko's livid face relaxed slightly and he sighed deeply. He leaned against the cushions of the couch, after sitting his contaminated soup on the small den table in front of them, appetite gone. Besides, like hell he was going to eat that after Hikari's cooties were now swimming all up in it. "…Yeah, same here. Ugh…" Where IS Natsumi?! She should've been here by now.
"…Where's Natsumi?" Hikari asked out loud to no in particular, stuffing a spoonful of hot broth into her mouth. "She'd said she'd be here after her class ended at 3:30 and here it is 4 o'clock. It doesn't take that long to walk home does it?"
Junko shrugged. "Meh…its Natsumi, you know her."
"…You make a valid point, dear otouto."
"How do you do it Iruka-sensei?" I look over at Naruto as he slurps down his ramen.
"What do you mean, Naruto?"
"You know, teaching those little brats. They drive me up a wall. "
"If I remember correctly Naruto, you also were one of those "little brats" a few years back." remarked Iruka dryly.
I smirk into my bowl of ramen. Karma's a b****, Naruto.
"Aww, come on, I was not…was I Natsumi?" He gives me the ultimate puppy eyes no jutsu, complete with the pouty lips.
"Well you were…uh…" I look to the left trying to quickly think of something. " You were you Naruto." I said cracking a hopefully convincing smile.
"Wow, yah mean it?" I nod my head, sweat dropping. "See Iruka, I wasn't irritating!" laughed Naruto with gusto.
"Hmm. Whatever you say Naruto." Iruka picks up the ramen noodles with his chopsticks and swallowed a mouthful. "So how do you like working at the Academy, Natsumi?"
"Oh well, everyone is pretty much well behaved except for the evil pair, Ryou and Ryouho. I swear they're out to get me." I growl, picking up my bowl and drained the leftover juice.
Iruka chuckles knowingly. "There are always those kinds of kids." He inclined his head to the blonde practically inhaling his noodles, already on his 6th bowl. I giggled softly at the amusing sight.
"And you Naruto?"
"Nothing I can't handle, sensei!" Iruka grins fondly at Naruto and ruffled his spiky hair to his displeasure. "Gah, Iruka-sensei! I'm not a kid anymore, dattebayo!"
"So Natsumi, you work with Sasuke, right?" asked Iruka, ignoring the protesting blonde.
I nod my head up and down.
"Hard to believe he actually takes the time out to help at the Academy." Iruka smiles genuinely.
"I agree, that teme; if he's not training he's sitting on his ass eating potato chips." Naruto finishes up the last of his ramen and lets out a content groan. "As always, delicious! Great work old man and Ayame-san." He smiles at the two workers.
"Anything for my top customer." replies Teuchi with a hearty grin.
"Speaking of that teme, where is he?"
"He said he's going to be at his place training for a while." I respond.
"Typical."
"Yea I know. Oh that's right, I better get home!" I jump out my chair and leave. "Bye see yah later Naruto and Iruka-sensei."
"Later…OI! Wait you didn't pay for your bill, Natsumi!" yelled Naruto.
"I swear I'll pay you back." I call back over my shoulder, waving at the two.
"You always say that, dattebayo!"
"I'll take care of the bill." Iruka sighs.
Shortly I arrived at my two story home, panting shallowly due to the thin, cold air. I reached within my huge winter jacket and withdrew a silver chain, the house key dangling from it. Grabbing it, I hurriedly shoved it in the key hole, turned it and pushed the white door open. "Tadaima! (I'm home.)"
"Well it's about time!!" chorused two harsh voices I really wasn't eager to here at the moment.
"And just where have you been Takara Natsumi?" demanded Hikari when I entered the den area, annoyance written on her sickly pale features.
"I ran into Naruto -literally- on my way home and we went to Ichiraku's to see Iruka-sensei. What're you, dad or something?"
"Ok, yeah, that's nice, anyway I'm glad you're home…now go make me some hot chocolate." ordered Junko.
"Make another for me, please." agreed Hikari before going into a fit of dry coughs, already forgetting her anger at me to my relief. Good thing she's totally stupid.
"Whatever." I mumble heading to the kitchen. "Jerks." I just get in and they're already making me work my tail off, geez. I hate it when they're sick!
"Well at least you don't have to watch those kids…until breaks over that is." Junko says slyly with a cheeky grin.
I snap my head to him glaring as I remove two mugs from the cupboard and stick them in the microwave after filling them with tap water "Well I might as well be since I have to babysit you two bums."
"Hey, I'm no bum!" said Hikari offended.
"Once again, whatever." I deadpanned. The microwave beeps shrilly announcing to the whole dang house that its job was done. Taking out the steaming mugs, I dump one packet of cocoa in each and stir both thoroughly before going over to my deadbeat siblings. "Here," I hand them their hot drinks. "Make your own food if you get hungry cus I ain't." I proclaim, trudging upstairs.
Junko and Hikari look at each other.
"Dude, that was mean."
"No, she's right. We do use her a lot."
"It's not like I don't help her out when she's feeling under the weather." said Hikari defensively, turning on the TV and switching to the news.
With a loud groan I plopped on my bed, glancing at my TV which was already on. I assume one of the morons downstairs left it on, because they know it pisses me off. Dang electricity wasters. The glowing screen was set on the Konoha News Report channel.
"Hikari…she was the one, eh?"
How did I know she was the one to leave my poor TV on? Well, nee-chan watches the news constantly, I dunno why, though. Definitely gotta get her back for leaving my TV on. Anyway, I was starting to doze off when a news headline flashed across the screen. Interested, I propped myself on my elbows and took a look.
"Huh…the Kira Case…? What the, doesn't kira mean "killer"…?!" My curiosity peaked; I read the bottom of the screen: "The person known as Kira has been killing off low ranking missing ninja. The victims suffered either cardiac arrest or a violent demise such as jumping off a building. They appear to be controlled by Kira's will. " Wait, isn't that a good thing?--NO!
I shook my head side to side. "What am I saying? Nobody deserves to have the power to kill like that…even if they may or may not deserve it. It's not right."
Downstairs the fraternal twins too were watching the news. "The best thing to do to keep your identification safe is to tell that person if he/she asks…a false name if said person is acting or appears suspicious, since Kira needs both a name and face to kill." stated Hikari, deeply immersed in the case as usual.
Junko glanced at her with a raised eyebrow. 'Wow…I'm impressed.' "But I thought Kira only killed criminals."
"It's better to be safe than sorry. Besides I heard Kira will kill anyone siding with the Konoha police investigators who are trying to stop him. I suppose he or she is trying to gather support with people who think the way he or she does and doesn't like that he or she is being opposed."
"Oh, I see." Junko paused, reddish pink eyes clouding over with worry. "Mom and Dad…they've been gone for quite some time…and I know they oppose Kira…do you think…"
"I doubt it, otouto. Mom and Dad are both ex-ANBU's they'd know to play it safe around suspicious people…even though dad acts like a complete idiot. Moreover they told us they wouldn't return till tomorrow."
Next day December 13
~Regular POV~
"Kids, we're back!" announced a gentle female voice as she entered the Takara Residence, the owner a woman in her thirties with waist length violet colored hair twisted in a French braid and vivid scarlet red eyes clad in the standard Jōnin outfit, but with loose, flowing sleeves. She was Takara Aime, the mother of the three children.
Hikari, who had been sprawled out lazily on the couch she fell asleep on, picking her nose absentmindedly, sprung up as if she had been electrocuted. "WELL FINALLY!"
"What do you mean by finally Hikari? You yourself said they'd be back today."
"Well Junko," began a deep, but childish sounding male voice. Takara Akio sauntered in after his wife, brushing his copper tresses out of his grey eyes, a cheerful expression on his countenance. He also wore the standard Jōnin outfit. "Your dear mother banned Hikari from using any healing jutsu until we came back."
"Which I still don't understand why, I'm a Jōnin and I'm almost 18, yet they still treat me like I'm a little kid." pouted Hikari inaudibly as she held up a glowing green hand to her forehead, curing herself from the nasty cold. "C'mere Junko, let me get rid of your cold for you."
"Halleluiah."
"You two came back late." said Natsumi running down the stairs in her bright yellow pajama pants and shirt, looking like very much like a walking, talking banana. "Dad, you said that you both would be back by this evening not at 8:00 at night." She glared at her father.
Akio let out a shameful chuckle, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "Hehe, you know how Lady Tsunade likes to drink! We just had a little fun before we returned. Oh…it's freezing in here, more so than the outside. Turn up the heater Junko." Reluctantly the middle child did as he was told.
"That's my boy, Junko!" exclaimed the father proudly.
Said boy's eye twitched sporadically. Not with the name you gave me old man. Besides, I only turned on the heater. Is it really worth such praise?
"Oh yeah and Natsumi…" The brown haired teen turned chibi and gave her dad a bright smile, ruby orbs alight with happiness, glad her beloved parents returned safe and sound.
"Yes, dear daddy…?"
"Go warm me up some hot cocoa."
Natsumi face vaulted, a vein pulsing on her head. "Grrr…coming right up." she scowled in resentment, stomping to the large kitchen.
Why do I always feel like a frickin house cat for everyone living here?! Isn't it supposed to be my time off?! I get the feeling that my 'break' is gonna be my nightmare…
A/N: So there have it! The first chapter is complete! Don't worry; things will be getting more interesting very soon.