Hello Hello! Here's my faaavourite one I've written so far, yes there are twins in it, art imitates life.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Naruto characters, but you knew that.
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"Hello, Maho. Why are you late?" Iruka asked. A girl with long dark hair and even darker eyes looked at her teacher and took a seat next to a red haired kid. She shrugged her shoulders.
"I got lost." She offered as an excuse. Iruka sighed. Those years of her being away had done wonders for her talent and knowledge, but she was still the same. She wore the same three bracelets around her wrist as she had when he'd last seen her five years ago, cryptic reminders of her past.
"Nice to see you haven't changed. As I was saying, there are several types of..." Maho tuned out her teacher, leaning back in the bench. Thank god this was her last year, one more in school and she'd flip. At least she was here now. School in Iwa was way harder than anything Kohona could ever throw at her. This year would be long, but it would be easy. She let out a breathy sigh as Iruka handed sheets out. Maho quickly calculated by the number of sheets that they would have to be working in partners.
"You'll be working in partners until class ends." Iruka said as he sat at his desk in the front and made notes. Maho pulled a pen out of her bag, which was purple in contrast to her dark ninja capris and black t-shirt, and wrote her name on the sheet.
"I'm Maho," she said to her partner. "What's your name?"
"Gaara." Was all he said. She gave a nod and wrote his name next to hers. She narrowed her eyes at the sheet, a complicated math problem involving several unknown variables.
"Are you any good at this stuff?" She asked. Gaara stared at her. Who did she think she was? Talking to him like he was like everyone else. She was leaning her head on her hand, elbow on the table. He saw the name 'Kankurou' written right below her wrist, partially covered by her bracelets. She continued talking, despite her partner's silence. "We did these things all last year where I'm from." She wrote down a few figures and a formula that Gaara recognized. She kept writing until she pulled out a calculator, found her answer, and wrote it down. She put her pen back in her bag and leaned back into the bench, closing her eyes.
"Who wrote that on your wrist?" Gaara asked her.
"A boy I sat next to in my last class. He wrote it so that I'd remember that he wanted to eat lunch with me." She kept her eyes closed before opening them to look at Gaara.
"Was he dressed in black and wearing make-up?" Maho grinned at him and nodded.
"Although, I think he uses puppets to fight, so it's a type of paint. But yes, it looks like he's wearing his girlfriend's purple lipstick all over."
"That's my brother."
"Really? So you have a sister, too."
"Yes."
"Yeah, Kankurou talked about her. She sounds, a little overbearing." Gaara let the corners of his mouth turn up, not entirely a smile but the closest thing he had to it. This girl, she wasn't that bad after all.
"I've got a brother too, Mori. He's my twin, but I'm older by twelve minutes." Maho looked at her watch. "He's very different from me, though."
"Then I probably wouldn't like him." Maho smiled at Gaara, catching what he meant. They heard the bell ring, telling them that lunch was about to begin.
"Oh, I see you two have met." Kankurou said as Maho and Gaara sat down at the picnic bench.
"Same goes for you." Maho said as she nodded to her brother who was sitting next to Kankurou.
"What do you mean?" Kankurou asked.
"That's my sister," Mori said as he opened his bento box Maho made him.
"Well, that's my brother!" Kankurou said, pointing to Gaara.
"And here comes our sister," Gaara said as a blonde girl who could only be Temari sat down next to Gaara.
"Well, it's like a family reunion here." Mori said sarcastically.
"Sort of," Temari said "Who're you two?" She asked the boy across from her and the girl on the other side of Gaara.
"I'm Mori, that's my sister Maho."
"Yeah, and I invited them both to lunch. Well, actually, I met her first period and him second and I didn't know they were brother and sister, so...yeah." Kankurou bit into one of his cookies that Temari had made that morning. They tasted like shit.
"Where are you guys from?" Temari asked. Maho was the prettiest girl she'd ever seen, and Mori made Shikamaru look like ground beef. Temari had never seen them before, so they must not be from here.
"From everywhere," Maho said vacantly. She was running her finger along the wood of the table, tempting fate to give her a splinter.
"Uh," Mori thought quickly in an attempt to make up for his sister's vagueness. "We were born in suna, raised here until we were eight, then we went around. We spent the last three years in Iwa until we came back here to finish our last year."
"We're from suna too," Kankurou said. "Maybe we were born in the same hospital."
"Possibly," Maho said. Gaara's leg moved next to hers under the table. She kept her leg there though, hoping he wouldn't move his. He was warm, and it was way colder here than she remembered.
"Did your parents die?" Temari asked
"Yeah." Maho replied
"I'm sorry." Temari looked at her face paint covered brother who looked back at her. Maho and Mori were like them in that way.
"Don't be," Maho chucked her apple core into some nearby bushes. "We killed our mom when we were born and I killed our dad when we were seven."
"That's...not unheard of." Kankuro said, unphased. Maho smiled at him. Kankuro cleared his throat. "So what are you good at?" He asked. "What sorts of techniques do you guys have?" Maho thought for a moment to think of how to answer the question.
"I'm good at Genjutsu, I guess," She shrugged her shoulders. "and he's handy with a band-aid. Oh, and we like pursuing and evading capture, that's nearly all we did in Iwa."
"So Kankurou, are you a puppet-guy or do you just like wearing Temari's make-up?" Mori asked as he flicked one of Kankurou's cat ears.
"Of course I use puppets, and it's face paint, not make up." Kankurou looked annoyed. "how'd you know?"
"Our uncle had puppets, he made one for Maho once. She was really good at it, but she wanted to do genjutsu stuff instead, so she gave it back. It had a cool name too, what was its name?"
"Karasu," Maho said.
"No way. I have a puppet named Karasu." Kankurou absently jiggled his leg as Maho gave a 'that's kind of strange' look to her brother. Another bell, this time signalling that there were five minutes left until they'd have to be in their third period classes.
"what do you have next, Maho?" Mori asked his sister. Maho checked her timetable and everyone else grabbed theirs.
"I've got Weaponry for third and Genjutsu for fourth." She said tucking her paper back into her back pocket.
"so do I," Gaara said,
"Awesome! I've got Genjutsu with you! Now I don't have to worry." Mori said, a satisfied smile on his face.
"I also have genjutsu fourth." Temari said.
"Hey, so do I." Kankurou added.
"Then I'll see you guys later, coming Gaara?" Maho asked
"Yeah," Gaara got up and followed Maho back to the academy to sit through three hours of mind numbing lectures. At least Maho would be there.
