"Let's get one thing straight here. I don't need you. Either of you."
Izo and Eri stared at her. They didn't even really know the girl, only that she was one of the highest ranked Genin, often compared to Sabaku no Gaara, the Kazekage's son and the villages secret weapon. Izo's face only betrayed minuet traces of shock, while Eri's mouth dropped to the floor. She glared at them, clearly displeased at being forced onto a team. Idly, Izo wondered what happened to her old team mates. It would have been big news if they'd died. Maybe they'd requested a transfer. He could see that as a possibility.
She then nodded, as if this established something. She pushed past the two of them, her dusty brown cloak brushing their legs as she did so. Instinctively, the two of them followed. As they strolled easily through the streets of Suna, Izo made observations about his new team mate. First, she had just about as much of an intimidating presence as Gaara, though she didn't seem as likely to snap and make heads roll. This allowed them to move about much quicker through the crowded streets of Suna's market place.
Second, everything about the way she was dressed displayed her power. From the pointed ends of her sleeveless coat, to her dark brown combat boots. Her head band was arranged so that it would glint in people's eyes when they talked to her. The two sections of her hair that framed her face were decorated at the end with black beads and blood red feathers, probably put there to represent the blood she's spilled on her hands. The rest of her outfit was boring, a simple gray tank top that ended a few inches before her navel, and black shorts that began a few inches underneath the navel, ending around mid thigh. The section of her stomach that was exposed, reveal the toned body she had underneath, though she didn't have very many abs. Izo personally didn't mind, he found them unsightly on women.
Wrapped around her knees were bandages that began before her knees and ended before her boots. Finally, Izo resigned himself to walk silently behind, staring expressionlessly at the people they passed. He couldn't help to notice the differences between the three of them as they walked on. Eri bounced about, pestering Hisa with questions, which she grudgingly answered, and waving to the people surrounding him. Eri wasn't a loud mouth, in fact, his voice never went above a whisper, but he was out going and friendly to everyone.
Depending on your definition of a good ninja, Eri could either be okay, good, amazing, or horrible. The two main definitions are as follows; they follow orders without question, and they are amazing fighters, flexible when required. Eri would be a good ninja if you defined them by the former. Though exceptionally bright on paper, he was horrible at planning. He could stick to plans however, often ending up being the only reason why a plan would succeed. He was well liked and easy to get along with, and followed orders to a T, unable to defy authority.
Izo reached out at one point, and grabbed Eri by the hair, pulling him away from a group of boys their age. Eri was a man's man. Yes, that's right; the green eyed blond was gay. He also had tendencies to get side tracked and flirt with the boys when they weren't on a mission. If Hisa showed any disapproval of Eri and his sexuality, she didn't show it and waited patiently as Izo dragged him away.
Izo, on the other hand, was the polar opposite of his team mate. He was the silent type, carefully calculating everything, coming up with brilliant plans based on Eri's and his abilities. He was a good ninja by the second definition. He wasn't good with taijutsu, and thus had forced himself to become more flexible with his other options. He flicked his head to the side, his two outstanding strands of black hair falling back into place in between his ice blue eyes. …Come to think of it, hadn't all of his ex-girlfriends mentioned that he reminded them of a vampire? Perhaps he should spend more time in the sun.
It seemed like Hisa was the exact medium in attitude, and their superior in both of their fields. She was physical and mental, probably far ahead of any of the Genin at the exams. So, why had the council paired the three of them together? Eri and Izo had been teammates before, before their third team mate, Zak, had progressed to the Chunin status. But why Hisa? Why pair them up with her? Hell, why wasn't she already a Chunin? He decided not to dwell on it as they exited Suna and started out into the desert.
The sparks from the fire crackled in the abyss of the night, accompanied by a soft strumming coming from Hisa's guitar. She'd kept it sealed in a scroll till now, and Izo found himself wondering how much more of a mystery she would become. For the life of him, he couldn't figure out where she'd kept the scroll. It had really, just appeared from somewhere within her jacket. He ran his fingers over the cool metal, Eri copying the look of awe on his face at the appearance of the instrument.
The body was a scythe, the frets spaces out over a long board, which when viewed head on, looked like a pole. Above that, were the major tuners, and heading it all off was a smaller scythe, facing the opposite direction of the body. It was a double bladed scythe guitar.
"This is the sweetest guitar I've ever seen!' Hisa smiled slightly, continuing to strum, her eyes having been closed ever since the first note. She gave no reply, and one wasn't really needed. Eri continued to examine the body of the instrument, eventually traveling away from the minor tuners, and down to the actual scythe part.
"Be careful, it's sharp." Hisa didn't even pause in her soft strumming, and Eri nodded, refusing to give up in his pursuit of exploring every inch of the guitar. Izo chuckled when a soft 'owww…' came from Eri's mouth a few seconds later. He opened one eye when Hisa finally seemed done playing. She soft strummed the last chord, then removed her hands and performed a hand sign. Like a well oiled machine, the scroll she'd left out earlier began to move about its writing as if opening doors. In another second, the guitar transformed into a silver and black stream, pouring into the scroll. Once the guitar was gone, Hisa rolled up the scroll and tucked it away in her jacket.
"Say, Hisa."
She glanced his direction, showing no emotion at his first words to her. Izo got the distinct impression that she couldn't have given a rat's ass about them when she looked at him like that.
"Do you know why the council chose us to be your team mates for the exam?"
"They didn't choose you."
"…What?" Hisa rolled her eyes, an exasperated expression on her face at his blatant stupidity.
"They didn't choose you. I did." And with that, she retreated to her tent for the rest of the night.
Author's Note: This is the story that will probably be updated regularly, as I have an actual idea of where this is going. The chapters will get better as I go, but these first few will mainly just their experiences as a team while traveling to Konoha.