"Hey, Ten-chan," I cried, "wait for me!" I chased after Tenten clutching a pouch full of small weapons.
"Hurry up, Kisa!" she said, running even faster. We spent too long in the weapons shop and now we're late for academy. I let my arms streamline behind me, weapons clanging and pumped my legs faster than ever. Iruka-sensei is merciless when you're late.
We skid to a violent stop outside our classroom, breathing laboriously. Naruto-kun was tied up in the floor (he-he) with an Angry Iruka towering over him, being thoroughly chewed out. Sensei was so mad he didn't notice me and Ten-chan sneaking into our seats. Sakura did though. She raised her hand and opened her wide mouth.
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We all lined up to show Iruka-sensei out transformation jutsu. We all grumbled unwillingly. What a great way to get on the bad side of the class, not that either of us were saints but painting over the Hokage monument? That's just blatant disrespect, no matter how fun it was would be. At least I'm not involved in this one . . . he called me chicken when I wouldn't do it, though. We shuffled forward a few steps as another student cleared the jutsu.
I had sighed and banged my head on the table. Next to me, Hinata gazed at him supportively. What she sees in him I have no idea. Sure he's kind of cute in a rowdy way, with big blue eyes and a wide smile but he wasn't boyfriend material. That might be because I see him as more of a brother though.
In the next line, Sakura fangirled violently as Sasuke transformed. I have no idea what she sees in him either. Nice guy, for grabbing me before I faceplanted two storeys down, but he isolates himself. I was at the front of the line now.
In a puff of smoke, I transformed into an Iruka Sensei with a thick mono-brow, big lips and midget sized . . . just for fun. "The exam is tomorrow, stop screwing around you brat!" he roared, through the laughter.
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"Thanks for helping me, Kisa-chan." Naruto said, leaning casually against the rock face. The twilight sun streaking his golden hair.
"Oi, I'm helping, not doing it for you," I said, "get your sorry ass back to work." He does, scrubbing fake snot and curly eyelashes off the Second Hokage's face.
"Why are you helping me though?" he asked, big eyes curious, shadowed by the fading light.
"I feel responsible for your dumb-butt," I laugh. This guy has major morality issues, but he's still my friend. We work steadily.
"Hurry up and finish cleaning your mess!" Iruka Sensei ordered. There as a pause.
"It's fine, it's not like there's anyone waiting for me at home anyway." Naruto retorts, sadly. Naruto's parents were killed when he was just a few hours old. Iruka Sensei looks downcast.
"Hey, you're forgetting me, jerk," I said, smacking him upside the head. Iruka Sensei smiles wanly.
"Okay, I'll treat you guys to ramen, so hurry and finish cleaning!" he calls. Newly energised, Naruto worked vigorously for his ramen. I waved good-bye and ran off home. I actually need to prepare for the Exam, unlike some happy people.
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My parents were assassins. They abandoned me when I was four months old because I had weak lungs. They didn't want anything weighting them down, so they just packed up and left one day, leaving me at the Hokage's door. At least they left me somewhere with a future. I was too young to remember anything, but they did leave me a necklace with a circular charm, whatever it meant.
Like Naruto, the Hokage gave me an apartment, rent free, and monthly allowances. I taught myself to sew simple clothes and to cook, the latter for Naruto's complete benefit, otherwise he would be living off instant ramen. The academy issued us standard weapons but I've been saving for a gorgeous pair of twin scythes.
I stir-fried some vegetables, fried a couple of eggs and boiled some rice. After taking a shower, I went through all the jutsus we were to be tested on and read over the theory. I doubt Naruto can do the transformation properly, no matter what he says. Please let us do well tomorrow, whoever's up there.
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