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AUTHOR'S NOTE: A new story! I hope you guys like it!


I have known him for a time... unfortunately. For some goddamn reason, fate just keeps putting us together. He's not the only so-called genius in Konohagakure. But it seems like no matter what I do, he is always one step ahead of me. And I hate him for it.

I get a 100 on my test. He gets a 101 for going above and beyond.

I graduate the academy when I was eight. He graduates when he was seven.

I became a chuunin when I was eleven. He becomes one when he's ten.

It's so annoying. It's always 'whatever Keiko can do, he can do better.' And you know what else is annoying? He's just so damn polite! He's not an arrogant snob even though he's supposedly the best ninja in Konohagakure. (Though I severely disagree) He's also good-looking. I mean, seriously! Smart, strong, polite, and handsome. You really tell when fate's being unfair. All the girls just fall to his feet. Well, you know what? I'm not one of one. I refuse to be mesmerized by his rippling muscles... his silky, ebony hair, a-and his dark... onyx eyes, oh lord, his eyes. They're just so-

"Keiko, forgive my insolence, but if I may ask, why have you been staring at me for the past five minutes?"

"WHA-?! Who the hell do you think you are, accusing me like that?! Do you think you're God or something?! Huh?! Don't flatter yourself! I-I was just looking at that hot guy behind you!"

"Keiko?"

"What?"

"Are your eyes alright?"

"Huh? Of course they are. Why?"

"Because that 'hot guy' you were talking about is a potted plant."

"...GET THE HELL OUT OF MY STORE, UCHIHA!"