A/N: well, here it is! chapter 1! i still need quite a few more OC's, so check my profile if you're interested :] all OC's will be introduced by chapter 5, if not before then! read and review everyone, thanks 3
With several hand-seals and the production of a small scroll, several shuriken were thrown in quick succession towards their intended target. Released with ease from tanned and calloused hands; they cut through the air with a metallic hum as they sailed towards their mark. The weapon-wielding genin's yellow eyes narrowed slightly and his lips formed a small smile. There was no way his redheaded teammate could dodge in time. He ran his hand through his short brown hair. It was usually rather fuzzy and soft in nature, but at the moment was plastered to his head, messy and soaked with perspiration. His gaze continued to track the shuriken as they sailed towards his sprinting opponent. The boy had altered his path in an attempt to avoid the weapon-user's attacks by taking an arcing path around him instead of the head-on approach he had been counting on. However, to his dismay, his opponent had taken his change of direction into consideration; no matter what course he chose to run, at some point he was going to be hit. There was only one option, and it wasn't exactly foolproof. Grunting to himself, he continued to run his arcing path, keeping his hazel eyes trained on the closest shuriken as it whizzed closer and closer. Time seemed to slow as the blades grazed his chest, slicing through one of the many pockets on his red vest, and embedding itself into the thick trunk of a tree just behind him.
"Oi, that's enough for the day! Takeshi! Satoshi!" The two genin ceased their sparring to acknowledge the arrival of their sensei. Satoshi jogged over to greet him, while Takeshi knelt to finish collecting the numerous medical supplies that had fallen from the slashed pocket on his vest. After making sure everything was accounted for, he joined his teammate and sensei. "Ehh… where's Yamanaka?" Satoshi opened his mouth to reply, "Inuzuka-sensei, he's-" but was cut off by a thunderous bark "Arf!" a great white and brown dog leapt past the three, bounding over to a thick patch of grass. "Ow! Damnit Akamaru!" almost immediately, sounds of a struggle could be heard from the curtain of tall grass; barks and growls from the canine, and grunted curses from the boy. The trio of shinobi watched amusedly as Akamaru appeared from within the grass, a disheveled-looking blonde in tow. The canine's teeth held the red-lined hood of the boy's jacket. The jacket had all but come unzipped, revealing his black mesh undershirt that had become twisted and unraveled in a few places during his struggle with the large dog. His dirty blonde ponytail was half-undone, and his headband at an awkward angle. Rolling over onto his stomach, then pulling himself to his knees, he attempted to yank his jacket from Akamaru's grip. Unfortunately, the shaggy white beast took this gesture as a tug-o-war invite, and yanked the hood back with a delighted "Arf!" resulting in the irritated blonde falling face-first into the dirt, still attached to the excited canine. The trio of shinobi watching the exchange, sensei included, could no longer contain their laughter.
With an amused snort, Takeshi covered his mouth with his hand. It effectively muffled his laughter, but was unable to hide the mockery radiating from his hazel eyes. In contrast, Satoshi did nothing to hide his laughter, his breath coming in short gasping bursts as he pointed a calloused finger at his fallen-and-still-struggling teammate. Kiba Inuzuka's mirth was by far the loudest of the three. He was doubled over, clutching his stomach as he laughed; the red clan marks decorating his cheeks were distorted by his expression, and his dark eyes danced with glee as he observed his third student's ongoing struggle with his companion. "Oi, Akamaru!..." he managed to gasp out between laughs. "…Release!" Immediately, the dog obeyed, dropping the Yamanaka unceremoniously onto the ground, before taking his place at the right-hand side of his master. Once the fourth member of the group had situated himself and joined the others, Kiba spoke again. "I've told you already that I entered you in this year's Chunin exams." The three genin before him nodded. "What I didn't tell you, is that they start in seven days," He paused, taking note of his students' reactions. He was met with three sets of eyes, all differing in emotion; the curious yellow eyes of Satoshi Higurashi contrasted greatly with the cautiously indifferent red gaze that was so typical of Inoharu Yamanaka. Takeshi Yasuo's constant conflicting reactions were always the hardest to read. His hazel eyes reflected his warring thoughts. Kiba continued, "You'll be seeing a lot of foreign shinobi in the village in the next few days, if you haven't already. Oh, and you should know- fights prior to the exam aren't allowed." He gave the boys a knowing look. "Keep it to a minimum, if you have to. And don't get caught. I don't have the power to re-enter you if your asses get pulled from the exams for breaking the rules." Handing a scroll to Inoharu, the Inuzuka cleared his throat and motioned for Akamaru to follow as he disappeared into the forest.