Akiri grinned as she ran past the trees, knowing that even though most everyone else was in front of her, she was probably enjoying herself more than anybody else with her. Running just beside her was her closest friend, Itachi. He was the same age as her, but just three months older. His eyes were bright green but his hair was jet black, which was the clash of his parents.

"Come on, Akiri! I don't wanna lose again!" Itachi complained, laughing as Akiri jumped and swung on the branch above her head.

They had only just received their chunin jackets and were training with all the other Chunin ranked ninjas. Of course, for Itachi, coming first in the Chunin exams had been a walk in the park. His father, Sasuke Uchiha, was one of the highest ranking ninjas in the village and he possessed the sharingan already. Everyone expected big things from Itachi and he liked it that way. However, Akiri had only just scraped her way through, having no real talent or interest in the life of a ninja. In reality, it was just a formality as the daughter of the sixth Hokage.

"Uchiha! Uzumaki! Hurry your asses up!" The Jounin in charge screamed, her voice echoing through the forest.

Akiri chuckled as she rolled into the clearing, grinning at all the other Chunin. However, their faces were far from impressed and Akiri soon lost her grin and instead, rolled her eyes. Nobody liked waiting around and nobody evidently liked her. Akiri was famous for not really caring about becoming a ninja, but nobody would get rid of her because of her heritage. Either she or her older brother would become the next Hokage and she was supposed to respect that.

Hinato Uzumaki was the really famous one. Famous for his black hair and lilac-white eyes, Hinato was expected of great things. Especially since he had come first in the Chunin exams six years ago and was now ANBU. He was classed as an A-Rank already and was expected to become the Hokage more than anyone else in the entire village. But, Akiri was being trained as a back-up. If something happened to Hinato, she was expected to take the place of Hokage and smile like she truly wanted that place. Hinato wanted it more than anything and it was well within his sights, so Akiri didn't really bother.

"Pathetic, the two of you. Akiri, go run twelve laps of the village!" The Jounin overseer screamed as rain began to pour. "Everyone else, get home!"

Sighing, Akiri began running, knowing that she would have to keep moving if she was going to complete twelve laps. Irritated, she ran onward, knowing that somewhere, Itachi would join her and probably run with her for a while. He wasn't being punished because everyone knew his capabilities and Akiri was the trouble-maker. Everyone seemed to think that Akiri was manipulating him somehow and though she didn't see that as true, it wasn't like an Uchiha to stray from their path. Not one of them did.

So, Akiri ran onward through the torrent of rain that was still going by her fifth lap. Holding steady, the rain had soaked her to the bone and it was no longer comforting to her over-heating limbs. Quickly, Akiri removed her Scarlet jacket and wrapped it around her waist, leaving her in a fishnet shirt and bandeau to cover her breasts. Running onward, she passed an ANBU who caught up with her quickly.

"What did you do?" Hinato asked, sighing at his younger sister.

"None of your business." Akiri hissed, urging herself to speed up.

"You realize that you will have to start behaving properly soon." Hinato said, "Everyone expects you to be like me. You are expected to be a child prodigy so start living up to your namesake, okay?"

"Go away Hinato!" Akiri snapped, her anger flaring.

"Calm down, I'm just telling you, imbecile." Hinato said, his voice calm as water in a stream.

And just like that, Akiri took off.

Sitting down on the head of her father, Akiri looked at the village before her. The village that her brother would one day own and hone into his own machine so that it worked perfectly before his own eyes. To become Hokage, you needed talent and that was something Akiri had none of. Everyone had expected big things from Akiri because she looked like her father. The same unruly blonde hair that messily hung down her back and the same bright blue eyes that beckoned you to gaze into them and feel their mischief.

She wouldn't lie, Akiri wanted to become Hokage, just as much as her Father had done when he was a child. Nowadays, Akiri wasn't a child and at fifteen years old, she had achieved very little in her lifetime. Like her father, Akiri had an ability with wind but also water like her mother, Hinata. In the end, it had become clear that Akiri was a rare case who could control wind and water, meaning she had a rare affinity and a common also. However, Hinato had a chakra affinity for wind and earth. It was strange to the village, considering they didn't need a Kekkei Genkei to use two different elements. According to the other village members, this was an entirely new concept as it had never been seen before.

But just because she was different didn't mean Akiri had talent, and it didn't guarantee her place as Hokage. That was a disappointment as she knew she had strengths in different places. But nobody really took her seriously because it was hardly apparent.

"You know, moping around does little to help, Akiri."

Akiri turned her head to look at Itachi, his face calm and pulled into a small, but friendly smile. There was a tiny bit of sauce at the corner of his mouth where Itachi must've just recently eaten his third meal of the day but he looked just as normal. However, he'd changed into a pair of baggy trousers and now donned just a fishnet shirt over his bare torso.

"Oh hush. I'm busy." Akiri hissed.

The sun was setting and Akiri felt nostalgia wash over her with a vengeance. She pulled up her boots and stood up, pulling her scarlet jacket over her arms so she could leave and go home. Maybe.