AN: So yea. If you wanna give some input on how the story should go down, shoot me dead. Please don't actually do that. I have a vague idea of where I'm going with this, but it's open as fuck. If you think he should turn into a sasquatch and fuck Tsunade's brains out, go ahead and suggest that. I'll probably be doing future lemons, but there's multiple things I'll be taking reader input on.
Takahashi Kise (key-say). Twelve years of age, fourth and last year of the Ninja Academy. Medium length silver hair (darker than Kakashi's, mind you), gray eyes, and dark tan skin, slightly above the average height for his age. Someone who doesn't stand out, and seems to be indifferent as to where he stands on the popularity charts. Around the top of his class, but never higher than third.
He's lazy and he knows it, but no matter how much Iruka Sensei tells him to stop sleeping in class, he falls asleep anyways. It's normally during Ninja History class, most likely because he believes that it doesn't matter. If the people he learns about are dead, why should he need to learn about them? He figured if past shinobi somehow got resurrected, it wouldn't be any different from facing a shinobi from a different village.
And here he was. In another Ninja History class. Completely tuning out Iruka Sensei. He was just about to fall asleep when he felt someone nudge him.
"Ki-san. Wake up! If he scolds you again, you'll have extra homework to do. I don't want you make me help you with it because you weren't listening to what he said."
He didn't hear who it was, and didn't care.
"This class is boring. I think I'll keep sleeping until it's over."
He was just about to fall asleep when he felt a stinging pain in his arm and awoke with a jolt. Looking to his side, he saw that it was his childhood friend, Ayumi. She was looking down at him with a pouty face, as she often did when he was slacking.
"Can you at least try not to slack off for the last two weeks before we can graduate? I'd like to be on a team with you, but that won't happen if they don't allow you to pass for laziness. Fall asleep again, and I'll kill you." She put on an incredibly kind smile as she said this, as if she didn't realize what she was saying.
"If I didn't know you as well as I do, I'd seriously think that you were a serial killer" he replied.
"So mean!" said Ayumi, as she pretended to cry.
Kise sighed. Ayumi is the person that he knows the best. She lives a few houses down from him, and they have been friends ever since they were four. He's able to answer nearly any question about her, whether he likes it or not. Her favorite color is blue, her favorite food is ramen, her horoscope sign is Aquarius, she once cried (for real) when Kise called her a poopyface, and she prefers white panties over black. Someone hearing that from Kise may think he's a pervert, but it's actually because she told him in an attempt to seduct him into giving her the last piece of candy out of a bag of snacks he had. It didn't work.
Ayumi is perfect, Kise thought. She's always high in the class rankings like Kise, and she's naturally a kind and hardworking person. Not only that, but with her fair skin, blue eyes, and long blonde hair that she keeps in a ponytail, she's a beauty. Of course, Kise would be hated if she was the most popular. He didn't want to have any beef with anyone else, so he was grateful that there were other girls for the horny plebs to flock to.
However, perfect as she may be, he doesn't see her in a romantic way. He's too lazy for a relationship, just like he's too lazy for Ninja History class.
Neither Kise nor Ayumi noticed that Iruka had been listening to their entire conversation, but Kise knew that the fact that he was sleeping was known to Iruka.
"Gonna say something to defend yourself, Kise-kun?"
"For sleeping in class, or talking in class?" Kise replied.
"Sleeping. I'm sure your conversation was sparked because of that" said Iruka, glancing at Ayumi, who was smiling innocently.
"Hmm... let's see... I was dreaming about how cool Ninja History class is?" Kise offered.
"Not dreaming about doing two hundred laps around the training area to make up for it in Taijutsu training class?" questioned Iruka, sarcastically.
It was going to be a long day.