The Luck of the Draw
Chapter One
A/N: Fun fact! This was inspired by another of my own fanfictions I wrote for my youtube account. (Which is sadly deceased, due to technical difficulties). I didn't exactly like how it turned out on youtube so I am rewriting it (as well as changing a few details.) Anyway, tell me what you think and, as always, ENJOY!
An inky darkness had long since fallen over the Hidden Leaf Village. The only source of light being a few, scattered paper lanters lining the deserted strees. All the windows in all the houses were dark; everyone was asleep.
Everyone but two figures, situated atop the Hokage Monument. They were a pair of shadows, blotting out a handful of shimmering stars. Both were young men. One was seated, with his legs crosses, his eyes gazing almost dreamily into the dark violet sky. The other, however, was furiously scanning the ghost town below them. To the outsiders, it appeared as if the village had been abandoned.
"I've never seen a whole city be so quiet before..." The standing one mutters under his breath. "Shouldn't there be...guards or something? Aren't they scared of being attacked?"
"What do you expect?" The seated man sighs and lays back, folding his arms behind his head. "This 'The Great Village Hidden in the Leaves' after all...what do they have to be scared of?" He murmers.
"Arrogant." The standing man decides. "Well, I suppose they're about to learn a lesson or two, huh?"
His companion smirks, despite himself. "Aito, by the time they realize what's happened, it will be too late to realize their mistake." He says, confidently.
Aito nods. "You think they will really let us join if we do this, Daiki?"
"I don't know." Daiki sits up and stares down at the sleeping village with unrelenting, cold, blue eyes. "But we have to try. I don't want to be stuck on the losing side, if it comes to a war."
"Yeah..." Aito tenses up as a light flicks on in one of the buildings, only to turn off again after a few seconds. "Let's get out of here, we can talk about this somewhere else."
"Right." And with that, they vanish seemingly into thin air.
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Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Bee-
A pale, fumbling hand reaches out over the edge of the nightstand. It staggers, aimlessly for a moment before smacking down on the 'snooze' button of the screaming alarm clock.
A petite figure rustles about beneath a mountain of blankets and sheets. The top right corner of one is pushed, lazily, aside and a single jade eye peeks out. Along with a tuff of cotton-candy hair.
The woman beneath the sheets grumbles, tiredly. "Six o'clock already...?" With a reluctant and sleepy groan, she slides out of the bed. Stumbling across her small bedroom, she plops down onto a chair in front of her desk.
"Sakura! Time to get up!" Her mother calls from somewhere downstairs.
"I know!" Sakura grumbles, just loud enough for her mom to hear. "I'm awake..." The rosette leans her head on the pale, white desk. Shivering against the coolness of the wood, in contrast to her warm cheeks. She always seemed to be freezing in the morning, despite how warm it really was in the room.
After another moment of semi-consciousness, she reaches out a hand and takes a hair brush from back of the desk, running it half-heartedly through her short, pink hair. Sakura closes her eyes again, still struggling with staying awake. That is, until there's a loud tap tap tap at her window.
Dazed, she turns and yanks the candy-colored curtains aside. Her mouth dropping open at what she sees perched on her windowsill. Honestly, Sakura wasn't quite sure whether she should be horrified, embarassed, shocked...or furious. Maybe a mixture of all of them was in order?
"N-Naruto?!" She cries out. Her face instantly goes redder than the throw rug on the floor. "What are you doing outside my window?!" She demands.
The blonde boy, who was easily crouched on the three-inch sill, smiles brilliantly at her. "G'morning, Sakura!" He greets, brightly. "Can I come in?"
Sakura groans and slides the window open, allowing Naruto to effortlessly duck inside. "What's up with you today?" She asks him, still flaunting a bit of acidity in her voice. "You're never up this early. And since when do you come to my house?" Now that she was thinking of it, she couldn't remember a single instance of her blonde friend ever having set foot inside her home.
Naruto shrugs, casually. "Believe me, it's not my choice that I'm awake at six o'clock." He literally shudders at the concept of waking up before noon. "Shizune just randomly showed up at my place and said that Granny has a mission for us."
"A mission?" Sakura sighs and tugs, awkwardly at the light green bath robe she'd fallen asleep in. That was another thing Naruto had never experienced. Her in any clothes beside her Kunoichi attire. Or maybe a plain shirt and skirt, on occasion. "Do you have any details yet?"
"Nah, I thought I'd wait for you before talking to Grandma Tsunade about it." He explains as his cerulean eyes drift about her bedroom, curiously drinking in the conditions his teammate lived in. That's a lot of pink... He comments to himself.
Sakura frowns when she realizes his nosiness. "Okay, I'll meet you there." She tells him, pointing toward the window.
"Can't I use the front door?" He asks.
"Not unless you want to explain to my parents why there's an univited boy in their sixteen year old daughter's room."
Naruto goes stiff for a moment before laughing, nervously and ducking back through the window again. "Sorry about that, Sakura!" He calls before dropping back to the ground. "I'll see you later."
The rosette snickers at her friend before shutting, and locking, the window. As well as drawing the curtains before turning to get dressed for the day. "Idiot..." She mutters beneath a smile. I wonder what our mission is about?