Well, this here is part 1! I hope you enjoy! Really, truly, thanks so much for the positive reviews and follows and such! It really means a lot to me. I get so into writing them that I worry these short things won't be good enough so I get nervous and it just takes longer. I hope you enjoy this in the meantime! So pretty much it's just like Naruto; but with YYH. Amai lives in a non-ninja village called Shino and the two ninja villages featured (Urameshi and Masho) are named for obvious reasons... Enjoy please! :)
There was a lot that citizen Amai Nagori disliked about where she lived. For starters, the forest around them was pretty scary. Secondly, there wasn't much to do on days off. Thirdly, and most importantly, Amai lived in a town that was directly in between two ninja villages.
Amai greatly disliked useless fighting. What she disliked even more so was that often these two rival ninja villages brought their fight on neutral ground. That neutral ground being her home village of Shino. Every once in a while she'd be walking home from the grocery store or from gathering vegetables from near the outskirts of the woods when suddenly her village became the epicenter of some stupid ninja nonsense.
It just so happened that today was one of those stupid-ninja-nonsense-days.
Amai heard the crash of battle before she even woke up. Sitting up quickly, with frustration rather than worry, she peered through her open window. A great cloud of dust was being kicked up. Enough so that she angrily shut her window before rolling out of bed and into the bathroom to get ready for the day. Better put on her chores' clothes, rather than the cute dress she'd been planning on. It was obviously going to be a dirty day.
Ducking her head under her sink, Amai let her damp hair fall past her shoulders and rest on the shoulders of her crop-topped t-shirt. Her baggy sweatpants had only one hole in them (on the left knee) and were otherwise relatively clean. Her sneakers, on the other hand, were quite covered in dirt, mud, grass, paint, etc. They were a testament to all the hard work she had to do once the damn ninjas had cleared out.
A quick check in the mirror and Amai ran down the steps and outside to see the battle unfold. She quickly found herself sighing and crossing her arms; already the house next to her was covered in paint. A ninja from the Masho, named Gama, had a jutsu involving paint and it was a bitch to clean. Luckily, those inside the house were fine and they waved at Amai as she walked down the street. She hated seeing her neighbors' shoulders set in such a way- slumped, or even weary looking, as if they shouldn't even bother cleaning up. Amai admitted that it often seemed like this ninja rivalry would never end, but she had hopes that it would soon. Or she'd put a stop to it herself.
Grumbling to herself she walked down the street to get breakfast. To her left, across down, a bright light erupted and a loud crash shortly followed. Great- that's where the single rebuilt play ground was. Now where was she supposed to take her younger brother and sister? Behind her came a cold wind and she just knew that part of her house would be covered in snow and icicles by the time she came back. Another ninja from Masho had a way with ice, whereas one ninja from Urameshi used plants as his weapon. Amai hated his green creations, however. They were often chilling in nature, as much as the ice was.
Regretting her cropped top but determined to make the best of her day, Amai continued to the convenience store, tossed down a couple of coins and grabbed a breakfast drink. When she came back outside, she walked into a tornado. A mini-one, of course, but it still knocked her down. Her first concern was her drink which she had luckily not opened yet. Her next concern was her skinned elbow. Inspecting it, she decided her limbs had seen better days anyway and ignored it. She looked around her, knowing that if she was near such little wind-offspring she would be near the most dangerous ninja in both groups.
A black cloaked figure, presumably the one who had tossed the tornado, paused in his attacks. He was perched on the roof of a house that had seen better days. Amai narrowed her eyes at the figure, reeling her arm back and whipping her breakfast drink as hard as she could. Her intended target raised his hands defensively as the drink sailed towards him. As it went straight towards him, Amai shouted angrily.
"Take your damn fight elsewhere! People are just trying to live here!" she stomped her foot on the dirt road and watched her drink hit the guy's leg.
It didn't even break open. It fell to the ground with a small thunk, further infuriating Amai. Cursing wildly, Amai stomped her foot again just as an explosion erupted. A ball of blue light had hurtled from the other end of the street. Amai covered her eyes with her hands against the piercing light. The hairs on her arms stood on end and her nose tingled. As the explosion rushed around her, something lifted her from the ground.
She left one poorly-tied sneaker behind. Gravity tugged on her toes as she was pulled up and away, in a manner quite unlike being next to an explosion. Her ears were ringing a little bit and she didn't dare uncover her face.
"Well, aren't you a wee little thing, hm?"
Amai removed her hands from her face, shocked to realize that someone was holding her. She found herself held snugly against someone's chest – no. Not just someone. One of those damn Masho ninjas!
Struggling, Amai pushed against the ninja. "Let me go, dammit!" she gasped as she looked around her. "And put me back on the ground! NOW."
More than a little ashamed of the panic that had flowed into her voice, Amai held in a more-embarrassing scream as she saw they were not only high above the ground, but floating. More damn ninja nonsense.
"I jus' saved your scrawny little neck, lass!" the voice was heavily accented and slightly frustrated sounding. "An' after ya threw a water bottle at me! I call that pretty damn fair of me, thank ya very much!"
Amai couldn't contain her rage. No longer was she concerned with the floating. All she cared about was what was FAIR.
"Fair? Fair?! Wanna know what's not fair? You damn stupid ninjas fighting in my cute little town and tearing it to pieces whenever you freaking feel like it! Wanna know what's pretty damn fair of me?!" Amai reached up and tugged the hood back from the guy's head, grabbed his ears, and pulled. "It's pretty damn fair that I don't freaking kill you on the spot! I may not be a ninja, but I am pissed, and that's damn near close!"
"Ow, lass! Leave me ears alone! They're big enough as it is!"
"Not until you take your stupid ninja buddies and get the hell out of here and stop destroying my town!"
"We ain't destroying your town-"
At this point, Amai clapped her hands over his ears and made him look down at the wreckage from the opposing ninja's blast. He was quiet a moment and was about to open his mouth when someone hollered at them from across the way.
"You gonna sit there with your new girlfriend or are you gonna fucking fight me you Irish bastard!"
"I toldja, I'm not Irish! I'm just from the North – lots of places have a North!"
Amai grumbled, finally taking a moment to peer at the man holding her as the two stupid ninjas tossed insults back and forth. He had rather unruly red hair. It was brighter than blood and it seemed to rustle without wind, as if it had a mind of its own. His eyes seemed to match the sky: clear, blue, sparkling like the day hides the stars. Before she could help it, she noticed the muscles in his arms which were still holding her close, despite her vicious attacks.
"Why don't you come over here and make me?!"
"Ah'd be more than happy ta!"
"Would you both please shut up." Amai said with such a savage tone that even the young man across the way paused to look at her. "Take your fight elsewhere. And put me the hell down! I don't wanna listen to you idiots fighting anymore! And while you're at it, put me down next to my shoe-"
"Who the hell are you?" the guy across the way leapt over the road and landed casually on the rooftop nearest the still-floating ginger. His black hair was awry, what with the battling, but his eyes were focused and determined. "Why're you interrupting our fight?"
"Oh, so sorry to have been getting breakfast when you decided to blow the street up with your fancy ninja fuckery!" Amai started off sarcastically sweet and ended by attempting to leap at the black haired man. "Lemme guess! You're that idiot Urameshi! Leader of your stupid ninja village! Stop taking your fights to Shino and go find some empty forest to fight in!"
Urameshi shrugged. "This place is right in the middle. It makes perfect sense."
Amai tugged on the ears of the ninja holding her, saying as calmly as possible "Please. Put me. Down."
The ginger muttered a frustrated "Och, aye," before setting her gently on the roof where Urameshi was waiting with his arms crossed. Amai found herself standing awkwardly and not at all threateningly, what with one foot be-sneakered and the other not. Or maybe it was the hot pink crop top. Or that her hair was terribly askew thanks to the wind and the explosion.