(Note: I do not own any of the Naruto characters. I do however own Kaishi Onibashi and several other characters in here. Also, anything that is in Italic, is the character thinking. Anything that is Italic and bolded is a flashback. )
The sun shown brightly down on the Konoha Ninja Academy. Within it's rooms, sat students learning the basics for becoming a shinobi, ranging from basic Taijutsu moves to more complex Ninjutsu techniques. Within one classroom, graduates from the Academy sat in their usual seats, waiting for their new assignments. Some were excited, others anxious to hear who they would be working with, even others were bored with waiting, wanting only to leave.
An instructor stood before the students, their dark eyes scanning each young ninja. He then grinned and lifted the clipboard in his hand. "Alright, kiddos! It's time for your team arrangments."
All eyes turned to the instructor, save for a few. One such pair belonged to one of the class genius', Onibashi Kaishi. At nine years old, she had finished what took at least twelve years to accomplish, a true prodigy only rivaled by Hatake Kakashi, whom had graduated at age five. Even more so since she was not of the major clans of Konhoa but of a smaller family.
She was a quiet thing, fading rather easily into the background of a group. Her pitch black hair hung long over her face in a loose curtain, only slightly parted now due to her forehead protector. Her crimson, demon-like eyes seemed almost like that of an animal. The bottom half of her face was covered by a dark red scarf that covered her neck and shoulders, trailing long down behind her. The only real color on her body was red, usually garbed in a pair of black pants that stopped at the middle of her calf and a black tank top. Her arms, from below her elbow to halfway up her fingers was taped up with bandaging along with her legs from below her knees to the inside of her red sandals. A thick brown belt hung from her waist loosely, matching the pouch strapped to her right thigh over a stripe of bandaging. All this in combination with being few of words and so slight in body shape made her easily hidden in a crowd.
Today, the girl was sitting towards the back of the classroom, wanting to have this over with so she could get on with more important things. Like, not being in the classroom anymore. The instructor droned on for quite a while, and she only listened half-heartedly.
"Team Six: Namini Ryuo, Onibashi Kaishi, and Shimara Nariko... Team Seven will be..." the Teacher continued to list off the student teams.
Kaishi's eyes lifted as she looked over to her teammates. Nariko was a soft-spoken, almost androgynous, girl. She, like many of the others, was twelve years old and rather average looking. She had short brown hair, and dark brown eyes hidden behind a pair of dark-rimmed glasses. She dressed in clothes that looked to be one: made for a boy, and two: two sizes too big on her. She was a fairly decent girl, though. Although, in Kaishi's opinion, blushed far too much.
The red eyed girl then looked to the third member with a light of loathing shining in their depths. Ryuo was lucky to even be graduating, he was such a loser. He had the worst grades in the class by far, he seemed absolutely hopeless at getting even the most basic of techniques done, and he was a major pervert. Kaishi, in a word, disliked Namini Ryuo. The boy never even combed his hair, the dark red mess was so spiky, his black eyes seemed always filled with thoughts that would get him into trouble. He was a pain in the ass, and now she had to deal with him on her team.
When the teacher finally announced to come back here tomorrow to meet their team leader, she stood with one fluid motion and started for the front door. She was nearly out when she felt a hand touch her arm. Without missing a step, she spun to face a rather surprised and blushing Nariko.
"H-hello, Kaishi-san. I-I guess were going to be teammates now, huh?" she attempted at conversation.
Kaishi gave a short nod, wondering when the shy girl was going to get to the point. "Aye."
She blushed deeper and Kaishi wondered how the girl could hold that much blood in her head and not just pop. "W-well, I-I'm honored to be teamed up with you, Kaishi-san."
Kaishi raised a brow. "Hn."
It was then that the loudmouth appeared. "Well, ladies. It seems it'll just be you both and me. Don't worry, though, I'll be there to protect you both when you need it!"
Kaishi rolled her eyes and Nariko looked away shyly. "Namini, you couldn't protect a paper bag if you wanted," she growled at the red headed boy.
Ryuo frowned. "That was cold. I'll just let you know that I'm going to become the greatest ninja ever."
"Ha!" Kaishi snorted. "You barely made it out of the Academy. You bring the name of ninja to shame, dobe."
Ryuo's dark eyes narrowed and his face turned red with anger as Kaishi stood with a sense of utter calm about her, a smirking light in her eyes. Nariko, sensing a possible fight, decided to placate the pair and placed a gentle hand on their arms. "L-let's not fight. We've only just started out as teammates."
"Yeah, well, the runt's a major hidori," Ryuo grumbled.
Kaishi snorted again and rolled her eyes. "Dobe."
"Shut it, runt!" Ryuo snapped.
"Runt usually means the weakest and smallest of a litter of animals," Kaishi said as she smirked and turned to leave, pausing outside the door and casting the boy one last glance. "If anyone's the runt, it's you."
~*~*~*~
The next day came and the team was introduced to their Jonin team leader, a tall man by the name of Hisho, Senji. He was dressed in the usual vest along with a pair of black pants and a dark blue t-shirt. His forehead protector seemed more of a bandanna covering his platinum-blonde haired head. His grey eyes were kind and he seemed to hold an air of calm about him.
He led them to a secluded part of the woods and turned to them, motioning them to take a seat on the ground so he could begin.
"Alright, then. Before we do anything, I'd like to know a little bit about you. We'll start with something simple, like your names, why you decided to become a ninja, something you like and something you don't like, okay? I'll go first, my name is Hisho, Senji, I became a ninja because I want to protect those I care about and this village, I like taking my time on things, and I don't like being rushed. Now you guys go." He introduced.
Nariko raised her hand shyly and blushed at the nod of the instructor's head. "M-my name is Shimara, Nariko, I want to become a ninja b-because I want to help people, maybe become a medic-nin, I-I like..." she trailed off casting a glance at Ryuo before turning back to the Jonin. "I don't like being left behind," she finished.
Senji sighed mentally. Oh, boy. This is all I need, a team-related romance again.
Ryuo, oblivious to Nariko's earlier implication, raised his hand next and stood. "I'm Namini, Ryuo. I'm gonna become the best ninja ever, maybe even Hokage, someday! I like ramen and I don't like bossy girls that think they're better than me," he ground out the last of it while glaring at Kaishi.
Senji rolled his eyes. Oh, boy. Isn't he going to be fun. He thought to himself.
Kaishi sighed exasperatedly and looked to the Jonin. "Onibashi, Kaishi. I'm good at being a ninja, so I wish to become, at the very least, a good one. This village is my home, and protecting it would be an honor. I like not being asked stupid questions or being underestimated. I don't like smart-mouthed baka that think they're better than they truly are. Words are one thing, anyone can use words and say them loudly, it's actions that mean more."
Senji raised a brow. This is the Onibashi girl? Interesting. She seems to already have issues with the Namini boy. Ah well, what's life without a little rivalry.
The Jonin then grinned. "Okay then. Seems like this team is going to be something really interesting. Alright, see you later!" he bid, before vanishing in a plume of smoke.
The three genin blinked in shock. Ryuo seemed aggitated, Nariko nibbled her bottom lip and seemed distraught as Kaishi appeared unfazed.
"What the heck? What's with that guy?" Ryuo shouted.
Kaishi rolled her eyes. "I don't know, do I look like a mind reader?" she snarked.
Ryuo glared at the red eyed girl with a dark look. "Well, you gotta be able to use those freaky eyes some way. What the hell, am I supposed to know?"
Kaishi stood, her crimson gaze sharp as kunai. "You don't seem to know much, dobe, about anything, really. Like how to avoid my killing you for one."
"Ooh, you really scare me," Ryuou taunted. "What are you gonna do, glare me to death? Or are you going to pull that scarf down and show off that ugly mug of yours?"
Kaishi's eyes narrowed and before he knew it, Ryuo was lying on the ground, blood streaming from his nose. Kaishi appeared to have never even shifted her position, but he could see some of his blood staining her left knuckle of her curled up fist.
He sputtered as he slowly stood. "Holy cow! How... how'd you do that?"
Kaishi smirked at the red haired boy and turned to leave. "Easy, I punched you. You're just too slow to see it," she threw out one last taunt before vanishing in a blur from their sight.
Meanwhile, standing not too far from where the three students had been, Senji was watching. A small grin passed over his face as he watched them interact. The boy had fire, he had to admit that, and would at least be fun to watch and see. Nariko needed someone to encourage her to stand up, but seemed fairly capable with how she moved immediately on the defensive when Kaishi struck. Kaishi herself was powerful, and fast. With enough training, he could see her become possibly an ANBU. He shook his head and sighed to himself.
"Interesting group indeed."