The early-morning sun shone down brightly upon the village hidden in the leaves. Though mere minutes after dawn, a great many individuals had already commenced their activities. Darting through the rooftops, the ninja of the village began their commute; even as the civilians themselves echoed the action upon the roads.
It was within moments, that a shrill whine erupted in the still-darkened bedroom of one particular individual. An eternity later, the bundle of bedsheets began to stir. Muttering soon joined the alarm as a pale arm grasped blindly towards the infernal contraption. It missed, and a precariously perched stack of literary devices collapsed upon the clock, muting its tones. In seconds, previously interrupted sleep was resumed.
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The day continued on, as any other. The once-low orb of sunlight rose to full prominence, and it was at the crack of noon that the previously mentioned bedsheets stirred once again.
The figure sat up, blonde locks obscuring piercingly blue eyes, currently glaring at the intruding sun. With a muffled yawn, and a shift of their body, they stood unsteadily, mindful of the many book placed upon the foot of the bed.
"Why do I feel like I'm forgetting something...?" A moment of reflection ensued. Then a shrug "Can't be -that- important." Hidden within the largest of the two pillows, the blond withdrew a large book; paging through several sections, blue eyes fell upon the flowered bookmark.
Nearly a silent hour later, the heavy tome snapped shut, a deep sigh engulfed the blond as they looked up. The cold grip of fear lanced through the oblivious blond's spine. Upon the wall opposite the bed, across the field of books cluttering most of the visible ground, almost blocked off by a towering stack, a simple calender stood. A single day of that month was singled out. In bright-red ink, in the sloppy hand of a particular woman, a simple message was scrawled. "GENIN-TEAMS TODAY. DON'T FORGET"
"...oops..."
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"Settle down, class!" The scarred face of one Umino Iruka split into a grin. "Though it's unfortunate that so many of your classmates didn't pass... or didn't show up today... I want to be the first to congratulate you all on becoming Genin!"
The seventeen individuals erupted into a loud cheer. Discounting, of course, a handful of almost-always silent students.
"Yeah, we're the best, Akamaru!"
Granted, the Inuzuka tends to make up for it, the chunnin admitted.
Though an unpopular decision(to put it mildly), the addition of two full years into the academy's curriculum, worked wonders for this year's class. Undeniably, over half the current year would have failed, if not for the additional lessons.
Giving them another few moments to bask in their success, he took a breath and cast his trademark [Big-head no Jutsu] "Alright, keep it down! Time to sort you into your teams."
Glancing around, to ensure no graduates were missing, the scarred teacher began; "Team one is still in circulation, as is team two; team three will be composed of..."
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"Team seven: Uchiha, Sasuke". A muffled grunt of acknowledgement met the announcement; "Akamichi, Chouji".
All illusions of decorum, went out the window with the sonic-barrage that greeted the last member. "Haruna, Sakura"
"YEAH! True love wins again, take THAT Ino-pig!"
"-cough- Your sensei will be Hatake, Kakashi." A pained grimace crossed his(and everyone within a hundred meters) as they tried to shake the ringing from their ears.
"Team Eight: Inuzuka, Kiba; Aburame, Shino; Nara, Shikamaru. Your sensei is Yuuhi, Kurenai."
Thankfully, the mild hearing-loss was enough to blunt the majority of the over-excitable Kiba's enthusiastic shout.
"Team ten: Hyuuga, Hinata; Yamanaka, Ino. Unfortunately this team will be just two members, but our esteemed Hokage planned for this. Your sensei..." he coughed instead of repeating the words written down.
'They actually got her to...? Wow... those poor kids...' A massive sweatdrop upon the chunnin's head was all the reaction given to the situation. With a quick shake to clear his mind, he added instead "Your instructors will be here momentarily, I wish you luck."
He smiled for the last time, at his class before heading out. Leaning heavily against the closed door, he sighed to himself. 'This is always the hardest part...' His eyes closed in silent reflection, the excitable chatter in the previously-vacated room snapped him out of his stupor. A quick smile dropped onto his face, as he began to walk down the empty hallway.
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"Um... I hope we work together well, Sasuke-kun." The soft tone belied the swirling emotions in the eyes of the pink-headed girl. The silent target of her comment, one brooding Uchiha Sasuke, looked away in disgust at the obvious infatuation in his new teammate's mind. 'This is pathetic...' he voiced to himself.
"Why don't ya just leave the poor man alone, ya pink banshee?" The near-growl of annoyance came from the part-dog amongst them.
"Shut it, dog-breath!" she bellowed in reply.
"Why don't you make me, billboard-brow?"
"I'm gonna pummel you, CHA!" she advanced, murder in her eyes and fist upraised.
"With your skills? I highly doubt it you flat-chested idiot." The pink-headed girl's rival pulled out all the stops..
"What, are you blind AND stupid? How can you not see my feminine curves?" her vaguely-hilarious pose did nothing to advance her case.
"Ahaha, I feel sorry for poor Sasuke-kun... stuck with -two- men on his team." The highly-amused Yamanaka took her chance at a devastating shot.
"WHAT WAS THAT, INO-PIG?"
"Did I stutter, forehead-girl?"
"Now now, everyone..." the near-whisper of the Hyuuga's voice cut through the chatter. Amazingly, the brewing fight halted for the moment, as the calm-voiced Hinata spoke. "That -does- seem to be Uchiha-san's preference, so you might be out of luck, Yamanaka-san."
Silence.
"I don't... come across as that, do I...?" the horrified voice of the aforementioned man stammered. Pleading eyes swept across the room, and to his despair every single individual turned away from him. "You mean... everyone thinks I'm...?" He choked before completing his sentence.
Silence.
The classroom erupted a heartbeat later. Gales of laughter rattled the windows, as the triumphant Hyuuga basked in her success. Reaching into a pocket of her ever-present jacket, she pulled a small notebook out.
(Insult Uchiha's sexuality infront of crowd) [X] she marked off another on the list. Her mournful sigh clashed against the laughter of the rest. 'Why did I take that bet...' she despaired.
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The classroom door slid open with a deafening bang, cutting through the chatter like a knife through easily knifed material. "Team three? Come with me."
In quick succession, the remaining teams were called out, the last being a bearded man calling out to team-eight.
"See ya, buddy." The... slightly larger than average genin called out to his friend, the lazy-looking one, with a pinapple-shaped haircut. He replied with a nod, and a "Troublesome" as he filed out.
Fifteen minutes later, the tenth and seventh team sat in silence.
In this manner, an hour passed. The combined ire of both the blonde and pink-headed girls easily reaching the boiling point.
"At least WE know who OUR sensei is, Ino-pig!"
"As if it makes a difference, Forehead-girl?"
"You're just mad -I'm- with Sasuke-kun!"
Any further reply was cutoff by the sound of shattering glass, and the sight of... -something- rolling in. A handful of kunai shot out of the still-spinning bundle, nailing themselves to the wall; the ginormous sign unfurled proudly, the words "Arriving!" alongside "Welcome!" and various other phrases greeted the now-silent genin. A strage woman posed before it; clad in a tan trencoat, a fishnet bodysuit from neck to thigh, an orange skirt, and very spiky purple hair.
"Team ten?" she asked. She was met with a blonde's incredulous stare, and the laughter of the pink one.
Looking up at the clock, she sweatdropped as she realized her arrival was -slightly- late.
"I -asked- if you wanted a wake-up call, but noo~oo..." The five stared, as she spoke to herself. The sharp-eyed Uchiha, as well as the soft-spoken Hyuuga both came to the same realization. Not -all- the bright-white cloth was the sign, the strange woman hefted some other white object under her arm.
A plain-white dress dropped down to her shins, a long strip of blue cloth lay over the front of the material, strange patterns sown and dyed into the azure fabric; her hands tucked into the wide sleeves, embroidered pattern on either end matching up perfectly. Waist-length hair cascaded down her back in a golden wave and topped with a strange hat-like sleeping-cap... thing, shockingly blue eyes framed behind a pair of round spectacles.
Standing beside the other woman, the top of her head barely reached her companion's shoulder. She sighed to herself, casting a dark look to the too-happy woman.
"Team ten, I am known as Naruko Namikaze, and I am to be your new instructor." A short bow met thunderous silence.
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A/N: Well, what can I say... I was bored, 'an that idea kinda sorta popped into my head 'an -won't shut up~~!-