This is obviously not the original Naruto, but still has several concepts retaining to the original. This story is based approximately 90 years in the future of Naruto (not the Shipuuden). I own nothing other than the characters that i myself have created.

In the city of Toniuk, a newly established city of the previous five shinobi villages, Soiryu Onimaru attended school in the New Konoha district. He had been sent a letter supposedly from his parents, but he knew it was really from the school, that had told him to go directly to the abandoned gymnasium outside the school that had been around since the collapse of the shinobi economic system.

Onimaru had been trained in the ways of the shinobi secretly due to the fact that merely being a ninja caused a person to be shunned in the new society. He had no memory of the time in which the society of the shinobi flourished, however. This was probably because of the fact that he was born just after the war that defined the fall of the shinobi.

He walked down the sidewalk toward the gymnasium that the false letter had specified. His best friend Usashi Shinya was close behind him, but not close enough to actually speak to. He hadn't seen her in a month or two, since they had only chatted on the phone over the summer. Her dark brown hair was still just as he remembered it, just past her shoulders and in a ponytail. She wore a pink short-sleeve t-shirt that was tight enough to show her form, but not too tight to be revealing. Her blue-jeans fit similarly to her shirt. As always, she looked good. At the moment he was content in his own thoughts, so he did not stop to wait for her. He was thinking too heavily about the letter.

Rather than deciphering the letter, he just kept running over what it said in his head. He couldn't remember exactly what it said, but knew that it had said he had been invited to some type of after-school function to receive more "learning" than the school could give him during actual school hours. He suspected that "learning" meant more than just textbook stuff, but he couldn't think of what else it would entail.

Having left his backpack in his locker since there was no homework because it was the first day of the school year, Onimaru had reached the gymnasium and he walked into the building through the double doors on the side. The room seemed to be the size of the gymnasium that was inside the actual school, but unlike the gym, there were no basketball hoops or bleachers there. There wasn't even the colorful tape on the floor. It was just a plain hardwood floor.

He noticed that there were a few people already standing near the center of the room, but still somewhat spread out. They were all about a year under his age, making them freshmen like him. He recognized most of them, but at the distance he was at he couldn't tell exactly who they were, one of them, however, he didn't seem to have either seen or noticed before in school. One of the two.

Onimaru began to walk over to the group when the door behind him opened. He glanced back. Shinya, had walked into the room. He paused to let her catch up. Now that he was actually in the designated place, he felt a sudden urge to talk to her. "Hey."

"Hey." she said as they began to walk toward the larger group of kids. "Got any idea why we're here."

"Not really." And he didn't. Most of the time select students weren't extended invitations to after school functions, at or away from school, at least not in middle school, but now they were freshmen and the rules might have changed.. He mentally counted the number of people in the room. Including Shinya and himself, there were ten, all freshmen from what he could tell. "Let's see if someone else knows."

She shrugged. "Okay." They weren't close enough to ask anyone yet, but he could tell who they were now. There was Shinya and himself, obviously, and he also spotted Taichi Izomu. Izomu was kind of an ass, but most everybody, especially girls, seemed to like him, even if he was a pervert. He was also kind of a cheery person, too cheery at times, but for some reason, it made him popular. In school he was kind of snotty and extremely cocky. He had straight, short brown hair that laid down in a way that made him look good to the girls. Onimaru thought it made him look kind of stupid though. He was somewhat muscular, but not to the point that it showed though his clothes; the only reason Onimaru knew was that he'd had a gym class with him in middle school.

Standing near Izomu, probably admiring him, were a group of girls: Ero Kuede, Inuzuka Yani, and Moshida Tira. Yani and Kuede were distant cousins, both descendant of the Inuzuka family, in fact, Yani still had the name. Both of them still retained some of the anthropomorphic traits belonging to the family, such as fangs and eyes similar to that of a dog's. Izomu didn't seem to like it, but Onimaru found it sexy, especially in Kuede. Yani had blond hair that reached her shoulders, whereas Kuede had brown hair that was slightly shorter and she liked to change the way she wore it frequently. Yani either liked to wear form-fitting clothing or hooded-sweatshirts and she almost always had a pair of jeans on, and if she didn't, she wore a pair of what looked like jogging pants. These were probably days when she didn't want to mess with the form fitting stuff. She was currently wearing a form-fitting shirt. Kuede also liked to wear jeans, but favored more loosely fitting clothes and rarely wore any kind of sweatshirts. Both of them seemed to like to be nice to people whenever possible, but Yani was kind of quiet and stayed within her own group of friends and Kuede was very forward and outspoken, letting everyone know what she thought.

Onimaru didn't know Tira too well, but he did notice that she liked to joke and have fun. Like Yani, Tira seemed to like form-fitting clothes and sweatshirts, but seemed to always wear something that even though it was somewhat tight, there was room for movement. Her light brown hair was always in a ponytail, but if she ever let it down, it would probably be just short of her shoulders.

Yano Setsuna was standing off by herself, as always, and staring off as if she could see something everyone else could not. She was always kind of weird that way and nobody really knew why. She seemed to like either jean or sweat-pants. She also liked hooded sweatshirts and rarely wore anything else, but when she did, she didn't wear anything too tight.

Raishi Kimio was talking with Metohatsuba Kaita a ways off. They were closest to the door. Kimio didn't have very many friends, but seemed to like it that way, considering her demeanor scared a lot of people away and she didn't seem to care. She also had a fondness for black and yellow. She, also, liked form-fitting clothing and jeans, but almost never wore sweaters. She wore something yellow almost every day. Every once in a while she'd come to school scratched, bruised, or even cut. Some people thought she was abused at home. She also liked to wear sarashi wrap around her hands and almost up to her elbows. In fact, Onimaru realized, he had never seen her without her sarashi. She told anyone that asked that she just liked the way it looked.

Kaita was kind of similar to Kimio, but he seemed as if the attitude he had, had been carved into him by something in his past. If that was the reason, however, nobody knew exactly what it was. Kaita seemed to wear black everyday. Not the baggy pants with chains on them that a lot of people seemed to wear, just the color. He wore jeans and t-shirts mostly. His hair was white and his eyes silver. A lot of girls seemed to like him, but he didn't seem to understand why and avoided most girls. He was intelligent, especially when it came to chemistry, even though he hadn't taken any classes in the subject yet.

Onimaru turned to Shinya as they approached the general vicinity of where everyone was standing. He nodded toward the kid he didn't know. "Know who that is?"

"His name's Shikaku Origama," She began, "I don't know much about him, except that he's always by himself, almost like he chooses to be. He just transfered her from the North District at the end of last year." She paused and glanced him over. "He is kind of cute though." Onimaru glanced him over as well, but for an entirely different reason. Origama had shaggy brown hair that was straight and slightly over an inch in length, but it seemed spiky in a way. He had a smooth, yet somehow frightening appearance to his face. He also seemed somewhat scrawny and pale, but instead of making him look less threatening, that just increased the fact that he looked dangerous. He war a short sleeve t-shirt the color of sand and a matching pair of shorts. He looked oddly familiar even though Onimaru knew he had never seen him before.

"Ah." Onimaru could pretty much tell she liked him, even if it was only a little. In order to ask if anyone knew why they were there, he'd need their attention. He did the first thing that came to mind. In the loudest, most obnoxious voice he could muster, he yelled "Hello everybody!" As he'd planned, everyone looked at him. Getting their attention had worked, even if everyone was now annoyed with him. Shinya shook her head and smiled as if to tell him "You're an idiot." He just smiled at her, feeling like... an idiot.

He turned back toward the group, "Now that I have your attention," he began. "does anyone know why we're here?" The room was silent. He waited for a minute for someone to get an idea. Either no one had one or they didn't want to tell everyone else what they thought. Onimaru was getting annoyed himself now. "Are you guys telling me that out of ten people, we can't think of one idea?!"

Before anyone could respond to Onimaru's remark the doors at the edge of the room opened and Kotetskai Kazemaru entered the room. He wasn't the person Onimaru wanted to see. Not only was he a smart-ass, but he also had kind of a sick sense of humor. "Make that eleven." he said. Not very many people liked Kazemaru; mainly because he was decedent of the infamous Orochimaru. His eyes and skin proved it. His straight black hair was down past his shoulder blades. His eyes were emerald green and looked like that of a snake's. Kazemaru's eyes were the only eyes Onimaru had ever noticed (besides Yani's, Kaita's, and Kuede's); simply because they were unique. Kazemaru's skin was a pasty color. He normally wore white, which Onimaru thought was an attempt to make his skin look like it had more pigment. If Kazemaru wasn't such a prankster, Onimaru might have liked him. He was always doing something to prank anyone he could, but Onimaru suspected that Kazemaru was a really cool person when he wasn't trying to prank someone. The problem was that he always was.

"Make that twelve." Another voice said as Funhohetsuke Onro seemed to appear from nothingness right in front of Onimaru. That was strange, but then again, not much that Onro did wasn't strange. He seemed a lot like Setsuna, but he was more vocal. You could never tell what he was going to wear. Today he chose to dress in just a plain gray short sleeve t-shirt with a pocket on the chest and a pair of black shorts. He had blond hair that was straight, smooth, and about an inch and a half in length. He seemed to always be looking for a way out of any room he was in.

"How long have you been here Onro?" Onimaru asked.

"Long enough." Onro replied, implying he'd heard Onimaru's question about why they were there.

"Got any thoughts?"

"Yeah." Onro turned to address the group more directly. Onimaru noticed that nobody seemed that shaken by Onro's sudden appearance. "Anyone here besides me know how to execute jutsu?" Onro asked.

"Yeah." Onimaru stated, raising an eyebrow. "I do."

"Me too." It was Shinya. Onimaru smirked, knowing she probably had some pretty awesome jutsu, even though he was slightly surprised.

"And me." This time it was Izomu.

"And me." Tira.

Origama nodded. Setsuna did the same. Kuede and Yani both raised their hands. Kimio crossed her arms and smiled. Kaita raised his hand as well. Everyone turned to Kazemaru.

Onimaru knew he was about to do something that would prove he was a jack-ass.

Kazemaru looked up at everybody. "What?" His voice had a slight rasp to it that reminded Onimaru of a snake. Nobody answered. "Oh. Right. Jutsu." he answered his own question. He opened his mouth and his tongue instantly began to grow in length. It moved toward them, fast. Before anyone could react, Kazemaru was nearly licking Kimio in the face, but she hadn't flinched. She almost instantly grabbed his tongue and twisted it around her hand. She gave him a glare that would have made even the strongest men flinch. "If you ever try that again," she told him, "The next thing you see after the sole of my foot, will be the ceiling of a hospital room a month from now." She grinned slightly and Onimaru knew she wasn't lying. "I'll break every bone in your body." She released his tongue and it retracted back into his mouth.

Kazemaru grinned as if he was holding back laughter. "Point taken."

Kaita let out a slight laugh, himself. "I'd be a little more afraid if I were you Kazemaru. She'll tear you limb from limb without a second thought if your not careful." Kimio gave another slight grin and nodded in agreement with Kaita's statement.

"Anyway," Onro reminded them, "I think we're here so we can train together, instead of alone like we have been up 'till now."

"By the school? Yeah right." Izomu had finally taken his eyes off the girls and put his word in.

"I'd believe it." Onimaru said. "My brother's been actin' kind of shady ever since he became a freshmen. Maybe the school is sponsored by someone who still needs shinobi in today's world. Besides, the letters were addressed from our parents, right?" Having no dispute at this he added, "How else would the school know to invite twelve people that know how to do jutsu to the same place and know not to invite anyone else?" Everybody seemed to agree. It was possible, even if highly unlikely, considering that most shinobi had been wiped out when fully automatic guns that were small enough to be carried on an individual's person were invented. There still were the skilled shinobi that survived and were fast enough not to be in the way when the guns started firing. It could go either way.

Shinya seemed pissed at Kazemaru for what he tried to do but was trying to maintain her calm. "I agree with Onimaru and Onro." She glanced at Kazemaru, then Kimio. "They're probably trying to see how well we'll work together."

The lights suddenly went out.

I'll stop here. hope you guys enjoy my writing style and i hope that you keep reading my story as i put it up. I would also like to ask for reviews. some constructive criticism is always nice.