A/N: It's been a while, but I'm glad to see you again.

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Narukame Takara is six years old and had gotten into the Konoha Ninja Academy by making a clan kid cry. Not the proudest of moments for the young girl, but hey, anything to get the job done.

At this moment, however beneficial the outcome was, she almost wishes to take back the backhanded slap she had given the Uchiha boy.

Almost.

"Now apologize!" Jito, Takara's mother, yells, "And mean it, Takara!"

The Uchiha sniffles as he hides his face under one of his arms, hiding the red swell of his check. Takara can't help but smirk at her good hit and say, "But he started it!"

"Don't give me a reason to make you cry too!" Jito grabs the girl's hands and shakes them furiously, urging her daughter to apologize (and quickly too before an adult Uchiha comes and sees a baby Uchiha crying).

Takara huffs and nods her head dejectedly, her mother releasing her hands only when she turns to look at the other child. Swinging out her right hand, she reaches out and says, "...Sorry."

The boy peeks out at her hand and reluctantly raises his head, looking confused before reaching out with two fingers to grab her own, "...The Seal of Reconcilation looks like this,"

And for good measure, "...you brute."

Almost as if on que, Takara goes to hit the boy again before being forcefully held back by the ear due to Jito. As the weary woman opens her mouth to scold her daughter yet again, another voice interjects, "Obito? Why're you crying?"

"Ah, uh, Uchiha-san," Jito mumbles out (because the dark eyes and dark hair just screamed Uchiha), unsure how to address the teenaged boy, "It was just a small altercation, just kids being kids, y'know."

The teen glances at the older woman with distrust in his eyes before kneeling in front of the other boy, Obito, "Tell me what happened."

"Shisui-nii! You see, I was running late to the clan practice because I saw an old lady drop her groceries, and I had to help her and then rush to practice so I accidentally bumped into this girl,"

"Takara." The young girl cuts in.

"Takara," He continues, "And made her fall down. I apologized but she still got mad and slapped me!

"...And she hits pretty hard for a girl."

At that, said girl's face starts filling up with red before shouting, "For a girl, huh?! Let me show just how hard I can actually hit, you dummy!"

Jito scrambles to hold back the small, but very angry, little girl by the arms and Shisui pushes a scared and trembling Obito behind him.

"My, Takara-chan seems to be quite spirited. And if she was able to land a hit and cause this much damage, I think she has potential to go to the Academy!" Shisui blabs out, hoping to redirect the topic.

And, thankfully, he does when the young girl stops fighting against her mother and smooths herself down to blink up at the teen, "Huh. You really think so?"

"Takara, we've been over this, I don't want to get your hopes up if you do go because we're not a family of ninja-"

"Then give her the chance to, oba-san, I'm sure Takara-chan will do her best." Shisui gives them a gleaming smile. Obito, realizing the change in mood, peeks out from behind his brother and offers a smile as well.

"If you do attend, you might be in the same class as me!" Obito laughs out.

"Hm, if the other students cry as easily as you do then it'll be a piece of cake then, right?" Takara says smugly, her ego inflating as her head fills with numerous plans and expectations of the Academy.

"Takara-chan! That's mean!" Obito whines out, seeming to have forgotten the girl's out lash earlier.

Both Jito and Shisui are relieved the two kids aren't fighting anymore at least. So of course Jito allows Takara to register and attend the Academy the following week.

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"You fought an Uchiha and won?" An indistinct boy with snot running down his nose says in awe.

Takara flips her auburn hair over her shoulder, "Best believe it! Don't mess with me if you know what's good for ya!"

Her first few days at the Academy went by flawlessly. Takara had only ever dreamed of attending, mostly resigned to taking over her family's jewelry shop than be the kunoichi she wanted to become. To think she'd manage to get in here by making some Uchiha kid cry, maybe she should start using her fists to solve her problems from now on.

And so she continued to brag about her scrap with Uchiha Obito- no matter how one-sided that "fight" had been, she had taken great pride in being able to assert her dominance.

Despite being fairly petite and quite feminine in appearance and habits, Takara was immensely prideful and refused to submit to anyone who couldn't prove their worth to her. Her father liked to say she had some kind of a princess complex.

"A princess who would sooner kill off the prince than try to marry him." Jito would reply sarcastically.

Her parents were both right, Takara just wasn't the type of girl who would roll over for just anybody. She was bullheaded and downright mean at times but at least she's able to realize it and come to terms with her personality.

"Hey, Takara-chan!" A cheery voice calls over from the entrance of the classroom.

The auburn haired girl could recognize him by his sneezes at this point so she parts the small crowd around her- mostly non-clan children like her with nothing better to do- to stand in front of the boy.

"You." She says.

"Me." He replies.

The two stare each other down, Takara with an unwavering blank face and Obito with a small smile. It's become almost like a ritual for the two, greeting each other with a stare-off before Takara inevitably says something mean and Obito inevitably starts bawling.

"I saw you get chased down by an Inuzuka dog the other day," Takara's lips slowly start to curve upward. Obito knows by now that it's a sign of something bad about to happen.

"I also saw how it pushed you down and," The girl takes something out from her small purse, the piece of cloth she pulls out is white with the name Obito on the elastic bit.

"Took these off. Being the good friend that I am, I picked it up for you. Hope you didn't go underwear-less for too long."

Obito blushes bright red from the shame and quickly grabs the offending underwear, not before Takara starts snickering maniacally though, "Sure, just show off my underwear to the whole class, why don't you?"

Before Takara could snip a reply he continues, "Not like I was actually looking for these. These were my favorite pair and I was already late because an old man needed help mowing his lawn and then these aunties needed me to pick some oranges from their trees! I mean, Shisui-nii ended up teasing me too when I got home and I don't even want to know how he figured out I wasn't wearing underwear without seeing me naked! Ugh..."

"...Are you about to cry?" Takara says between her giggles.

"I'm trying hard not to." Obito admits, finally slumping into a desk next to the girl. Her laugh dies down as the class starts to settle in.

"Well, while you're wiping away your tears, I'll have you know I washed it and sewed up the holes from the dog's teeth." The young girl says offhandedly while looking the other direction.

But it doesn't escape Obito's notice, it never does especially when Takara does something nice for a change, "Really? Wow, they're like brand new! Thanks, Takara-chan!"

"...Whatever, you dummy." She dips her head down to conceal the small blush that dusts her cheeks.

"You still have my thanks, you brute." Obito quips back, the nicknames the two gave each other more fond than insulting.

Obito thinks that for how highly she thinks of herself, Takara isn't that bad of a person. Most of the time, at least.

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Oba-san = Aunty

A/N: Continue?