Sequel, sequel, sequel!!! Here is the sequel to Narutoverse no Jutsu! Man, am I excited! Mostly because I have NO idea where this one's going! If you haven't read Narutoverse no Jutsu, I suggest reading it before this one! Of course, you don't have to if you aren't confused about anything.
The title is very cliche, no? Honestly I couldn't think of anything besides "Narutoverse no Jutsu 2" and when I consulted Kyoko about it she didn't know either. Then I came up with this while I was saying, "I'll have to put up something corny if we can't think of anything like...THIS!" Oddly enough, Kyoko was thinking the same thing. Either we're connected somehow, or I used my psychic powers everyone KNOWS I have by accident. XD But no need to tell you my life story. So, without further ado, here's Narutoverse no Jutsu 2: Return of Team 12!
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
The weather outside was blistering cold with speeding winds, bulleting raindrops, and large waves splashing with every turn of a car. High school students were bustling into their classrooms to avoid getting too soaked. Among them was a trio formed since elementary school.
"Why, God? WHY?" Nami wailed, dropping to her knees and questioning the heavens. "Why did you make it rain on the day I have to ride ALL THE WAY HOME?!"
"Nami! You're getting drenched!" Midori called from under the awnings.
"What's the point?" Kyoko mumbled, adjusting her hood that hovered over her face, pale from the cold. "She's gonna get wet anyway. We'll be riding home today while you get to ride in your dad's nice, heated car. With butt-warmers."
Midori rolled her eyes. "Stop angsting over life and let's get to class."
The two girls dragged Nami out of the rain and into their first class, which wasn't any warmer than outside. In there, desks were cluttered and teenagers were doing their own things; gossiping, readying pranks, throwing paper airplanes, etc. The girls sat themselves in their lined places near the windows (Nami in the back, Midori in the front, and Kyoko in between).
A few minutes later, the bell rang, the teacher stood up, and class started. As the only adult in the room drawled on about what was going to be on the test in two days. Midori's eyes trailed to the window. She knew the teacher had been telling them what to study for weeks, and it was apparent that she and her group of friends would spend a study session at her house the day before the test. That was when they'd be spending all their time watching anime and discussing manga in the childish way they've been doing for years.
Midori blinked. She could've sworn she saw an odd-colored flash outside. Straining her sight, she leaned slightly towards the window, wondering if it had been a mere lightning bolt…or something else…
"Miss Hikari!"
Midori shot back into a normal position in her seat and said, "Yes?"
"Is there something more interesting outside than my advice?" the tall, skinny man wasn't very intimidating, but all teachers were in Midori's eyes.
"No, sir," Midori answered.
"This is a first for you, so don't let it happen again!"
"Will do." She sank in her chair depressingly.
It was then a woman with thick, brown hair tied in a bun came into the room. Thick, foggy glasses covered her eyes from sight. She motioned her hands in a way that suggested she wanted to speak privately with the teacher. He briskly walked out of the room, warning everyone to write the schedule down for later use.
The room suddenly felt lighter as it burst into sound.
"What a stiff, huh?" the girl with waist-length black hair sitting next to Midori whispered. She flashed a grin and as she mimed popping the man's head with her index and thumb. "If only it were that easy."
"Kiyo," Midori said sternly, but with a sudden smile. "That's no way to do it."
"Yeah," Nami said as she walked over so she could see through the glass window on the upper half of the door. "You go like this." Then she showcased the right way to 'pop a teacher's head'.
"You guys are being stupid," Midori said bluntly after successfully plastering on a straight face.
"You know you want to join in on the fun. You can't resist it."
All the while, Kyoko was doodling on the corner of her paper. She was currently outlining the eyes of a certain Kazekage, grimacing at her fifteen-second work of art. Before she could vigorously erase the drawing, the teacher came back and called, "Shimizu! Kawa! Hikari! Head to the office right now with your belongings!"
The girls exchanged confused glances, but followed his orders. They trailed a few steps behind the woman, speaking in whispers.
"What did we do?" Midori muttered worriedly. "I've never been sent here before…I mean, for something bad."
"Oh sure, rub it in our faces," Nami hissed. "Anyway, I bet it's just something they want us to do like community service or whatever. You know, on our own time."
Midori and Kyoko exchanged doubtful glances.
"What? You geniuses got any better ideas?"
Suddenly, the woman stopped, causing Kyoko to bump into her roughly.
"Sorry," Kyoko said, backing up in a second.
"Is something wrong?" Midori asked.
"Yeah, why are you stopping? Can we just get this over with?" Nami added.
"Walking with you girls like this really brings back memories."
The trio had perplexed expressions when the woman turned around, removing her glasses and unraveling her hair, fixing it into a free ponytail instead of a dignified bun. Three pairs of eyes widened at the same time, and each teen gasped the same name, "Marieke-sensei!"
"H-How?" Midori stuttered.
"I'll explain later," Marieke said, "But first, we need to find a secluded place to talk." She held her hand up as if signaling to something, and sure enough, she was, because two figures dropped down from the ceiling behind the three. This startled the young teens that whirled around to see who else Marieke had brought along.
There stood two young men of tall stature, one with long brown hair and one with his hair sticking up oddly in a ponytail. It only took half a second for the girls to realize who they were, but their reaction was slow.
"Long time, no see," Shikamaru remarked tiredly.
"This…is too good to be true," Midori said in an undertone. "Neji?"
Neji offered a small smile and nodded.
Kyoko looked like she was about to scream or cheer, but Nami's hand flew over her friend's mouth before she could make a raucous. Nami lowered her own voice and said, "We can go to my house. Nobody's home around this time."
"Wait, but what about school?" Midori questioned. "They'll know if we're gone."
"Midori," Kyoko and Nami groaned.
"All taken care of," Marieke said. "No need to worry. Like I said, we'll explain everything."
"…All right."
After conducting a Henge, the three shinobi and the real world girls traveled to Nami's house, which was a ten-minute walk from the school. The group was silent for the most part, and Marieke didn't seem willing to speak of anything until they got to the house. When they arrived, Nami unlocked the door and led everyone inside and into the living room where she claimed the recliner. Midori, Neji, and Marieke took one of the couches while Kyoko and Shikamaru took the other. As soon as everyone was seated, the lid containing the girls' excitement was lifted.
All three girls started talking all at once at such a fast pace that they sounded like they were speaking gibberish.
"We'll answer all your questions one at a time!" Marieke said loudly.
"How did you get here?" Midori cut in before Nami or Kyoko could say anything.
"A lot has been accomplished in two and a half years, Midori," Marieke said with a tinge of calmness in her voice. "Do you remember the scroll that we attained on the last mission you girls ever went on?"
The trio nodded in unison.
"Kakashi and Hokage-sama created a variation of the jutsu that sent you all home."
"You're kidding!" Nami exclaimed.
Marieke shook her head. "Instead of envisioning the location, you envision the people you want to see. Then you're transported to a place nearby the person. There's no need to draw a diagram in the ground anymore, but it takes a greater amount of chakra. We were all pretty tired afterwards."
"So then…you've been here for long?" Kyoko asked.
"Two days, actually," Marieke said. "We've been watching you girls for some time."
"That's creepy," Nami said bluntly.
"It's what we do," Shikamaru smirked. "You guys forgot about the life of a shinobi?"
"Never," Kyoko stated.
"How'd you allow us to cut class?" Nami questioned.
"Easily. We just forged your parents' voices and announced you'd be going home for some important family business, a doctor's appointment, and dentist's appointment."
"You forged our parents' voices?!" Midori gasped.
"Nice call," Nami winked.
"How'd you know our parents?" Kyoko said.
"I already told you. We were watching you for some time."
"Well then, one more question," Midori said, "What are you doing here?"
Marieke's face turned serious, eyes penetrating through the three seemingly all at once. "We came for help."
"Help?"
"Yes. Girls, our world is in grave danger, and we are in dire need of your help."
"What could we possibly do?" Midori asked.
"You three know what happens in our world before it happens," Marieke said. "Which means you have information about Akatsuki, correct?"
"Yeah…" Kyoko nodded.
"We need to know everything you know about them," Marieke explained. "They're a threat to every nation, and they must be stopped before their plan, whatever that may be, unfolds. Your knowledge of them could be the difference between a hundred deaths to one. If you know what you say you do, then I'm sure you know the situation we're in. Will you assist us?"
The girls looked at each other, and all seemed to mutually decide on the answer.
"You came all this way to ask us," Midori said.
"You want us to help you out," Nami nodded.
"So how could we possibly say no?" Kyoko smiled.
Marieke smiled.
"So what do you want us to do?"
"Simple," Marieke said. "Just conduct the same jutsu you did two and a half years ago. The three of us will follow after you."
"You mean make new info cards?" Kyoko translated. She and Nami simultaneously turned to look at Midori.
"What?" Midori demanded.
"Make us look cool, Midori-chan," the two beamed.
Midori sighed. "You got any pencils?"
A short chapter to a potentially long fanfic! Thanks for reading, and R&R please!
And yes. This time around, the fic is rated T. That means more cussing, blood, and all that good stuff. First chapter cookies to everyone! (Tosses out virtual cookies) Yay!
-HM