Well, this is my new story. This is the product of several hours of boredom. The OCs are based on my family, friends, and me. And just so you know, Chihiro is me.
I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: Well, Ino isn't dead yet, so I guess I don't own Naruto.
Team N… Sanity
Chapter 1: Caught Red…Err…Purple-Handed
It was a normal day at the Konoha ninja academy.
"SATOoooo!!!!!!"
Until the shrill scream of the Aizawa clan heir cut through the air. Upon hearing the almost demonic sound, the black-haired boy in question turned pale and his brown eyes widened.
"Hiro-chan, I swear I didn't do it. Look into my eyes. Are these the eyes of a dishonest person?" Poor Sato Kenji tried to talk his way out of the sticky situation his pranks had gotten him into.
"Kenji-baka, I know it was you who did it! You and Riku are the only ones who have the balls to sneak into my room and Riku isn't smart enough to come up with a plan like this!" The enraged Aizawa ripped him a new one.
Aizawa Chihiro had woken up this morning on top of the world. She had finally graduated the academy and in the top five of the class, no less. Stepping into the hot, steamy shower was like heaven. Unfortunately, her morning took a horrendous turn for the worse. Upon looking into the mirror after toweling off her hair, she found her once short brown hair was now a royal purple color. The poor girl's large blue eyes had become as big as saucers as she looked at herself. Her eyes narrowed as she thought of who could have done this. Only one named popped into her mind, Sato Kenji. She quickly combed her short, spiky, boyish hair and dressed herself in a pair of loose camouflage boy shorts, a black shirt, and a dark purple hooded jacket over it. Chihiro quickly ran out of the Aizawa compound passing Shinju without a second glance on her way to the academy to "greet" her "good" friend.
Sato Kenji had thought Chihiro would have taken the joke better. After all, purple was her favorite color. It really hadn't been difficult to sneak into her house. Every Aizawa knew he was one of Chihiro's friends. The hard part was getting into her room without her knowledge. Fortunately though, she was out celebrating with her brothers. The Aizawa clan was known for their wild celebrations and he knew she would be too tired to notice anything when she came back. So he had poured permanent purple hair dye into her shampoo and conditioner bottles. With three crazy brothers and more weird cousins than anyone could count, he didn't think she would figure out it was him so quickly.
'Well, you know what they say about assumptions. When you assume, you make an ass out of you and me,' the boy thought as he tried to figure out a way to save his sorry ass. He knew he didn't have a chance with her in an all out fight. He may have been half a foot taller than her; but with her intangibility jutsu, she could easily kick his ass without even earning a scratch. Kenji had also woken up in an awesome mood. Years of hard training had finally paid off. He had dressed himself in black pants, a dark green wife beater, and a heavy brown jacket to top it all off. "It'll be a shame when Chihiro beats me into a bloody pulp. How am I gonna explain the blood stains to my mom?"
"Chihiro-chan, why were you in such a hurry earlier? You didn't even say hello to me." Fortunately, Chihiro's rampage was interrupted by a cheery voice. The peppy voice belonged to none other than Chihiro's practically adopted sister, Yamamoto Shinju. Shinju was like the little sister Chihiro never had and was the only one besides Chihiro's father that could calm her down. Her blue eyes shone brightly and her dark brown hair swayed as she walked over to the small fray. She was dressed in a pair of navy capris, a grey shirt, and a light blue jacket over it. "I love what you've done with your hair Chihiro-chan. You look so good in purple," she said innocently.
Upon hearing this, Chihiro calmed down to the point that she was not about to murder one of her closest friends. Kenji looked at Shinju with eyes shining in gratitude and mouthed the words "thank you" to her.
The class was forced to go to their seats when Iruka-sensei came in. The three sat together, anxiously awaiting for the teams to be announced.
"Alright, Team 1 will be Hida Kamanosuke, Inoue Michi, and Hojo Akira," He announced. The three quickly left to meet their new sensei.
'Well that's three down,' thought most of the genin listening.
"Team 2 will be Aizawa Chihiro, Sato Kenji, and Yamamoto Shinju," this announcement was met with a cheer from the people mentioned. They also quickly left to meet their new sensei.
"Man, I hope we don't get stuck with a strict sensei. I got enough shit from Iruka-sensei," Kenji said in a care-free tone, the earlier confrontation forgotten.
"Meh, I just hope we don't end up with some psycho," was Chihiro's reply. She got enough insanity in her own home. She didn't need it from her sensei.
They reached the room where they were told to meet their new sensei. It had only been a few seconds of waiting before a tan flash shot into the room. A banner saying "Welcome Team 2 to Hell" suddenly appeared from no where. The woman standing in front of the banner had such revealing clothes on that if it hadn't been for the trench coat and the hitae-ate, they would've thought she was a stripper.
The poor genin looked on this sight with varying degrees of expressions on their faces. Shinju was stifling a giggle at the rather hilarious sight, Chihiro was staring in disbelief at the psychotic scene before her, and Kenji with a slightly bloody nose was laughing loudly.
"Well, this should be fun!" was the only thing that could be heard over his laughing fit.
D-C: Well, there you go. The first chapter to Team N…Sanity is hot off the press. Review if you want to. If you don't like the story, please don't go all gangsta out on me and pop a cap in my sorry ass.
Sting: Yeah, if you do that, I'll have to come to where you live and throw rocks at you when you're fuckin' mowing your lawn.
D-C: Well said.